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hanasnx · 1 year ago

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hi mina. my sweet sweet valentine minaaa <3 oh my god i have to say something:

this reblog is one of the most thoughtful, sweetest, kindest things ive ever read. genuinely it is my favorite thing to hear about what worked within a fic. considering i've written my entire life, i consider my own work with very high regard and hold myself to a standard when i write a piece and this one was one of my favorites. to hear that you daydreamed about THTM is insanely flattering (i do hope your grade is not suffering bcos of me)

"Only one person could do a worthy sequel to such masterpiece." when c+p this line into here to respond to, i was actually moved to tears. i remember when someone originally asked me if i were to do a sequel to THTM (around when it first was posted) i had told them that i couldn't even begin to conceptualize something that could ome close to it. i had spent so long on that original fic, and im so glad i did considering its my most popular anakin/dv piece. i'm very protective of it, and the fact this measured up speaks volumes to me and moves me in a way i can't articulate

"Knowing that they love when people highlight their favorite parts of their fics, I shall deliver." i do indeed. genuinely my favorite thing ever is when people pick apart what lines elicited a reaction from them. god and you delivered oh my god you delivered. what a wonderful wonderful gift

when you pointed out the part in one of the beginning scenes where anakin leans down to hear reader and back up to look her in the eys to respond..thats one of my favorite actions in the piece. ugh. god.

your petition for me to write a piece about anakin overcharging you for something you cant pay for so youre forced to pay him back with your body... i will take it under consideration. lord knows ive already got some ideas on it and have had it floating around in my head since i wrote that line

both this: "Indy, my love, you know I'm a sucker for a good blowjob and the fact that you consistently insert that fascination for dick in each piece you write make me the happiest ever. I'm so thankful for your mind." and this: "UGH ONE MORE ELEMENT I LOVE FROM YOUR WRITING. I've never seen anyone describe a making out session like this. [about sucking on a tongue like sucking on dick]" had me fucking grinning. i love writing those details bcos im such a dick rider irl i love dicks in the right context and i also love sucking on tongue like im sucking dick i swearrr

"Okay, let me practice: dadd-" this made me laugh hard

i love that you referenced my humping drabble bcos i love that piece so much and i too loveee humping goddd i love it sm

the one quote you loved enough to make the text bigger and just write a sentence about how much you loved it ugh!!! that is the shit mina!!!! this is so amazing i fucking love this !!!!

the two quotes about him calling you his hole and fucking it til you cry,,, and then the one about turning you off so he could fuck an even tighter hole.. those were prolly my two favorite lines and i love that you picked them out

"Indy, now you are not only writing the stuff I want to read, BUT ALSO writing the stuff I didn't even know I wanted." this. is. the. best. news. i love introducing ppl to shit oh my fucking god.

"[about anakins arm veins popping out while he finger fucks] I felt this in the very core of my clit. Like a fucking gunshot." this line had me in fucking stitches both times i read it i was laughing and doubling over no lie its so fucking funny im laughing about it still while writing about it

"INDY GIVING ME EXACTLY WHAT I NEED." this is what i like to hear. this too: "Indy, you've done it again. Planting the seed of yet another kink in my mind."

i loved your obsessive rant. i loved it so much i had to respond to your comments bcos i needed you to know a little bit about how much i love and appreciate it. your input is always always enjoyed and encouraged and youve thoroughly stroked my ego im so vain this was like christmas morning. thank you, i cant thank you enough really, for reading and enjoying my work. saying its one of the best things youve ever read is high fucking praise and i dont accept that compliment lightly, i really appreciate your kind words. reach out to me on discord at any time, seriously. you could stop talking to me for years and still reach out to me on discord randomly ill never be mad. thank you again.

❝𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐞❞

anakin skywalker x fem!reader

prompt: supplied by @xstarkillerx | masterlist

summary: after a market mishap, anakin gives you a more personal lesson in how to speak his native language.

MINORS DNI 18+

word count: 3k | character(s): anakin skywalker

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semi-inspired by my past work “talk huttese to me” but it is not required reading to understand this piece.

warnings: size difference, anakin lowkey babying you and then degrading the fuck out of you, you know a little huttese, anakin gets a little degraded too, vag fingering, some choking (f receiving), anakin being a mean sadist, overstimulation, squirting, anakin’s exhibits his piss kink interest, dacryphilia, edging, dumbification, no use of y/n i think

“Keep up.” Anakin chastises you, and you obey, increasing your pace to meet his monstrous strides, struggling to maintain his speed. “I want to make this quick.”

“I don’t know if I know enough—“ you protest, glancing at your feet to avoid tripping over the rippled sand.

“Don’t sell yourself short, you’ve been doing well.” he insists, his hand instinctively guiding you by the small of your back. “I’ll be right behind you.” The day breeze is warm, but it’s Anakin’s touch that burns you. Timidly responding with a complacent confirmation despite your doubts.

Open-aired bodegas line the street, merchants with goods to sell wait for willing customers. Anakin had warned you about the demographic of Tatooine, but you’d expected far meaner appearances. Bashful still, your gaze turns to Anakin uneasily, who greets you with his kind eyes, and uncharacteristic patience.

“Yes?” he says softly, and you feel like retreating into his arms.

“What are we looking for again?” your tone, feathery light, causes your lover to lend his ear to you so as to hear you over the rustle of passersby. You repeat yourself, shyer than before in response to his abrupt proximity.

He maintains that closeness, retracting only to look into your eyes. “An aeromagnifier.” A pause, so he adds, “Do you remember how to say it?”

In this moment, you feel ashamed to admit how much you like when he babies you like this. “Yes, yes, I remember.”

“Alright, this way.” His metal hand hooks around your waist, and you approach a man at his seat. Out of the options, he seemed the sleaziest by far, which did not assuage your nerves. “Go on,” he encourages in a whisper so only you can hear it, allowing you to step forward without him.

The vendor notices you, and immediately turns on the artificial charm. A wide, toothy and yellowed grin, peering at you with his enlarged red eyes through bifocals attached to his head in meticulous machinery. “Hello, welcome, welcome,” he says in a rasp, and you can smell the cigarette he smoked prior to this engagement.

“Hi,” The only formal greeting you know in Huttese, and you pray it suffices for proper engagement.

“Ah, the little lady speaks my language. Should’ve known. Little lady, what can I do for you? What are you looking for?”

You glance back at Anakin, who goads you with a chastening expression. As if to say that you can’t back out now. You pivot your attention back to the merchant clasping his gold-ringed fingers in anticipation.

“Perhaps, the lady does not know what she searches for…?” he trails off, awaiting you to finish the sentence for him.

“No, no. I know what to do.” you reply, but is it to convince you or him? Your knowledge in Huttese is limited to predictable small talk and basic commands. You’re trying to keep it as simple as possible, and luckily he talks slow enough for you to understand him, repeating lots of words that help your context clues. “I need an aeromagnifier. The one there-'' You point to its location. “There.”

“Yes, yes, this one, this one. I see.” The vendor recedes to the back of his shop, shaded by his canopy hanging overhead, and retrieves it, bringing it to the light to present it to you. He gestures to it with a tantalizing flutter of his fingers down its figure. “Good taste, good taste. This one, little lady, is two-fifty. Two-fifty nothing less.”

“Two-fifty?”

“Two-fifty, two-fifty. Nothing more, nothing less. Two-fifty.”

“That… um, I don’t understand.”

The merchant lets his act slip marginally, enough for you to note it, but only to decide he must’ve enacted his contempt because of your unreasonable phrasing. You’re floundering, you must be. “What’s there to not understand? How do you not understand?”

“No two-fifty. Too much?” Suddenly, your knowledge of Huttese is dissipating out of fear. Unable to properly convey your disagreement when the price isn’t what you thought it’d be.

“‘Too much’—? How ‘too much’—?”

The conversation makes your hands sweat, wondering if you did something wrong. No sooner do you turn to search for Anakin’s help when he meets the vendor at the table, at the ready for your rescue. When he interjects, you barely keep up to how quickly they talk.

“Choy tay saka ‘ton-sin’? Mi wat do suzun nawee eet raun, kung. Ton-sin’d do karkin’ moocha. Soong wanga—“ You get every other word, something about being a thief, “to steal” specifically. You furrow your brows, attempting your best to follow the discussion.

“Wanga-threnten!” The merchant declares, holding his finger up to Anakin’s face, who promptly pushes it out of his way.

“Tagwa, deetso eff chuba noah moocha. Wanga mo noah, sleemo.” Decisive as always, Anakin silences his opponent with his confidence. From what you gathered, Anakin gave him an ultimatum. The price as one, instead of two-fifty.

The vendor, reluctantly, concedes with a flapping of his hand to signal to Anakin to calm down. Dramatizing the situation because Anakin had been atypically placid the entire exchange. The way he took control of the situation and forced someone to yield so determinately, had you rubbing your legs together. You’re addicted to this personification he takes on when he speaks his native language.

Anakin turns his attention to you, and you jump in place when he addresses you, having been too entranced to realize your own presence. “Go ahead and pay him, baby.” He eyes you through his brows, softening his voice, “Did you get all that?”

“Just one, right?” you confirm, collecting five wupiupi pieces to give to the grumbling merchant.

As Anakin guides you away with the aeromagnifier in possession, you hear a phrase you could never mistake. “E chu ta!” the vendor calls after the two of you. ‘Fuck you!’ he’d said.

Anakin hollers over his shoulder, “Chuba ta, maya punchee.” You too, weak-minded friend.

You chuckle to yourself.

“Should’ve known they’d try to take advantage of me. I mean, the guy talked to me like I was stupid- and I was actually grateful for it.” you relay to Anakin, wryly grinning about the ordeal as you wash your hair. Suds pouring down the column of your neck to trail around your naked body. Wiping soap from your eyes, you open them to gauge your lover’s reaction. There’s a smile on his face you cannot place, whether it’s endearment, or meant to be demeaning, you didn’t know.

“I would’ve been surprised if he hadn’t. Pretty little thing like you?” he teased, moistening his lips and advancing on you playfully. You absorbed his subtle bump, curbing your instinct to scold him since you like when he talks down to you. “I would’ve tried to take advantage of you too.”

A comfortable silence follows while you stare up at him with stars in your dilated pupils, hot water rinsing your hair. He holds your gaze faithfully, and you break it before you lose yourself in him. “I thought I did pretty good.” you praise yourself to change the subject from the idea of Anakin having his way with you, from the fantasy that he’d overcharge you for a product and when you can’t pay your way out you sell your body to him instead. Showering together makes you go crazy sometimes. “Speaking it, I mean.”

“You did.” he concurred verbally, but his tone conveyed another layer. His large hands cup your hips, guiding you to the side so he can have his turn under the faucet. You raise a brow at him. “You could do better though.” His challenge jellies your legs. You watch, like a lovesick fool, as he tips his head back into the water, and comes to, shaking his curls out. Droplets draw down his herculean form. Ever since he saved you from the market— as silly as it was— you could not stop thinking about fucking him.

“Oh, yeah?” You fall into his trap.

“Your pronunciation is too polished. If you don’t sound like a local, people won’t treat you like one. They’ll treat you like a sucker.”

Much like that vendor today. As soon as Anakin stepped in, he backed off. Remembering how assertive Anakin was is all too much. You’re about ready to get on your knees and start blowing him like a real sucker would.

Anakin sensed your frenzied need for him as soon as the two of you had left the market. Your desire is no secret. Certainly not one you can keep from him.

“Alright, so what do I change?”

“I’ll show you. Hear what I say,” he tells you and you swallow hard, mouth drying up. “At eeptuk schutta hagwa non che chee’toosa.” he says, and you practically melt. “Now, say it back to me.”

Obediently, you parrot it back to him. There was one distinct word you're sure you’ve heard before.

No sooner had you finished your sentence than his palm cupped your chin, tucking it into the web of his thumb. The tips of his fingers press into your cheeks, pursing your lips for you. “Say it again,” He emphasizes his command by pinching further, a sting in your buccal. “At-“ You listen intently, the phonetic arrangement teaching you to put your tongue behind your teeth when pronouncing the “T” at the end.

“At-“

“Eep-tuk-“

“Ee—“ you stifle a giggle at your positioning, worried you’ll earn yourself a reprimand from your stoic teacher. “E- eept—“ You dissolve into your laughter, and a loving grin breaks out onto Anakin’s face, contrasting his demanding nature from before. He draws you in by his clutch of your cheeks, kissing on your puckered lips over and over again until his hold loosens enough for you to escape it. “No, don’t distract me!” you plead, “I can do it! Ee… Eep-tuuk—“ Your weak dissent of your hands against his chest does nothing to dissuade him. He chases you, and envelopes you in his arms, sliding your wet naked bodies together as he captures your mouth. He wastes no time in prying your lips open, inviting his tongue in to explore all it can.

It’s a wonder you didn’t notice how heavy his cock lay against your leg until he humps you with it clumsily, searching for some comforting friction after witnessing your attempt at immersing yourself in his culture.

Habitually, you withdraw to make room for yourself, enclosing your lips around his tongue to suck on it and bob your head as if you’re giving him oral. Usually, such a thing coaxes a whimper out of him, a desperate beg to put that gifted mouth to use on his cock. Instead, it only heightens his desire for you, to have you as quickly as possible. He slams you against the cold tiling, stealing the breath from your lungs, freeing his mouth to plant sloppy, open kisses onto your cheek and down your neck. Anywhere within his reach is mouthed passionately, tongued as if it’s not a mundane part of you but your very core itself. Your eyes roll into the back of your head once he meets with your pulse point, propped up by his body against yours. “Ani…“ He hums in response to the call of his name, admitting his approval for it with a bite into your flesh. “What did you say earlier?” you exhale, palms outlined the dips in his muscle.

“In Huttese?” he speaks against your skin and it tickles you, pinching your head into your shoulder, his damp curls brushing your jawline. “‘This little whore can’t do a thing for herself.’”

“Fuck you, would you really have me say that?”

“Tell that to your puppy eyes. Begging me to save you as soon as shit got tough. My poor baby, so pitiful,”

As if to discipline him, you shove him, but he remains undeterred. There’s no need to make fun of you for needing help, besides he’d volunteered before you even asked. There’s plenty you can do on your own, without him. You can be independent.

You don’t get a chance to defend yourself as he maneuvers you to arch your back, his mouth traveling to consume your collarbones and upper chest as he bends over you, thick arms behind you to secure you. “Gimme those tits, baby, wanna swallow them.” he demands from you in Huttese, but this time you’re able to understand the gist of what he’s saying.

“Maker, Anakin, you’re so gross.” you tell him, but as you suspect, he grins in response. His teeth scrape against you, and he does as he promised. Lapping at your nipple as if seeking it out to latch, to suckle. Your hands slide into his hair, sighing out as he imbibes as much of the fat he can. “Ani—“ you whine, wiggling your hips to chase any friction you can afford.

Swiftly, he answers you, with his large hand cupping your mound, soothing it with slow circles. You press yourself into his grasp, rolling your hips. It earns you a sharp bite to your sensitive bud and you yelp. To exhibit patience, you let him explore your pussy as he sees fit. Fingers dipping into its wells, circling your folds and flicking up against your clit every so lightly. “Such a pretty thing. My hole, you know that? My hole.” The key words are lost on you. “Gonna fuck this little hole til it’s red and swollen. Til you cry.”

You whimper, regardless if you can’t understand him, and he sticks a single finger in, only to pull out to stretch you with two.

“How fucking tight can you get? Almost wanna turn you off so I can make it tighter. You’d let me do it too.” He licks water off of you, up the valley of your breasts, and takes your lips in a passionate kiss, scissoring you open so he can swallow the noises you make. Experimentally, he massages your insides, his thumb brushing your clit every so often as he pistons deeper inside. Your curiosity is killing you enough to break the kiss.

“What the hell are you saying to me right now, Anakin?” you breathe, slumping against the wall while he fingers you. Why the hell did it work so well on you? Immediately soaking when you know he’s talking dirty in a language you can’t translate quick enough.

“If you keep up with your lessons, you’ll know one day,” he promises. Instinctively, you shy away, pivoting your head as you squeeze your eyes shut, nearing your release. To counter that behavior, Anakin heightens and uses his free hand to clutch your neck, redirecting your attention to where it belongs. On him. “Don’t be stupid.” This insult you know.

You frown at him, but as soon as your gaze lands on him, he speeds up, curling his fingers in a way that has you reeling. Your favorite spot, erasing all of your offense in a motion. Worsening when he sneaks in another finger.

“Oh? What are you gonna do about it?”

You can barely keep your eyes open, staring at him through thick lashes because it’s what he wants. His grip squeezes, and it enhances your pleasure, tingles spreading throughout your entire body.

“Can’t pretend you hate it. Can’t lie to me, can’t hide from me.” His admonishing tone only adds to how the coil in your belly winds, the heat in between your legs desperate to go somewhere, anywhere. He leans into you, burying his nose in your cheek as he talks shit in your ear. ”You’re gonna say it for me one more time,” he demands, and you stifle your wail of despair. How he teeters you, so close to where you need to be, and takes it from you at the last second. “At eeptuk schutta hagwa non che chee’toosa. Do you understand?”

“Ani, I can’t—“ There’s not a possibility, how could you think let alone speak?

“You can.” He leaves no room for argument, his teeth biting down onto your earlobe to tug on it. “Don’t tell me you’re this fucking dumb and all I’m using is my fucking hand.”

“Fuck,” you curse in the language, which earns you a snicker from him, his breath against you sending shivers down your spine. “Okay— ah! Okay… Uh,”

Your walls clench around him, signaling your impending release. Reading them like a book, he keeps you right where he wants you. A damn near painful experience, and he knows it.

He recoils so he can see your pretty face, jutting his chin. Bragging about his competence when he’s the one unaffected. “At-“

Idling for too long earns you a hard press of your clit and you mewl. Hastily, you manage, “At-“

“Eeptuk-“

“Eeptook—“

“Baby.” he lowers his voice, fit to scold you. “Do you want to cum or not?”

“I do, I fucking do, please.”

“Then do as I say.” He commands it of you as if it is so simple! His thumb traces your jawline soothingly, but his grip stays firm.

“Eeptuk,” you flinch, worried that if you’d pronounced wrong like before you’d receive some sort of punishment. “schutta-“ The word you most recognize. Slut. His favorite pet-name for you whenever he was persuaded to speak his native tongue. Keen on tripping you up, he increased his pace, and out of the corner of your eye you witness how swollen his arm has become from this workout. Veins popping out. It fucked you up. “Hagwa non che-“

“Chee’toosa. Right, baby? Almost done.”

Your eyes burn, red in the face out of frustration. “Chee’toosa.”

“That’s right. Like I said, ‘this little whore can’t do a thing for herself.’” If you had the energy, you’d fight him on it. Unfortunately you’re spent, the only reason you’re upright is his body weight. He’s right, all you wanted from him is what he can give you.

Unintelligible noises spill from you, rocking into his hand movements, but this time he lets you. His intense eyes hold your gaze unapologetically, waiting to feast on your orgasm.

“Does a brat like you really deserve to cum? Should leave you like this.” Weakly, you shake your head, on the verge of crying from his cruelty if he really put you through all that just to steal it from you. You’re at your edge. There isn’t anything in the world you crave more than finishing right now. His thumb works into your clit, getting you to reach that breaking point, attaining it. You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you beginning from the tips of your toes, crawling up your spine. The fact he can bring you to this using only a hand awes you. You brace yourself on him, clawing into his bicep.

He doesn’t stop there. An overstimulation already setting in from how heartlessly his rough fingers glide in and out of you, unbothered to let you recuperate. How he takes your pleasure for himself. You’re fucking his hand, but he’s feeding off of you, playing with your parts for his own fascination.

Your throat is released, causing your vision to haze, and he hooks his hand under your knee, hiking your leg up. Your cum drips from his palm, but he’s still going, regardless of your protests. “You wanted this, c’mon,” Your pussy feels raw, yet he probes it, and when he pinches the sensitive flesh between his fingers, tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Are you about to piss? Fuck, you really are a little slut. You’re about to squirt all over me, huh?”

“Anakin!”

“Do it, go on. Can’t believe how disgusting you are. Don’t worry, I’ll make you clean it up with your tongue afterwards.”

It stings how he fucks with your bladder, readying that most sacred attribute. Not everyone can squirt, but you can, and Anakin fucking loves it. Enough to pull it from you whenever he wants. You don’t need to know Huttese to get what he’s trying to do to you right now.

“Yeah, you like that, whore? You wanna lap up your piss from my legs? Suck it off my dick? Here it comes, get ready.”

You keen, the floodgates finally opening to spray your dirty fluids all over your lover. Hot and wet, running down your thighs. The act itself, the intensity, causes you to choke back sobs. Anakin lets your leg drop, and gingerly he tugs his digits from their wedge inside you. Flattening his hand against your sex, soothing it with a light massage. He bites his lip, holding back his smile as you try to hide your tears from him. “Too much, baby?”

“You are such an asshole.” you speak Huttese, with perfect pronunciation. It gets him to laugh, drawing you to him so he can lick your salty tears away, and help you clean up in the shower.

#thanks for the reblog!!#forcemeanakin

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songmingisthighs · 2 years ago

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btw i've been wanting to address this for a while

so recently i've found more creators on tumblr who... for a lack of better words, i'd say complained and called out their followers for not interacting, reblogging, commenting, etc. as much as they like even though they've posted a lot of things

i sooooo get the creator's pov because we don't get paid, we are here to entertain you guys so a little acknowledgement would be great. reblog our work, leave comments, drop asks, it REALLY motivates us to publish more because it feels like we're not talking to a wall yknow?

but at the same time, for me personally, i don't think it's right for me to demand attention or interaction because i was the one who choose to publish here. I always tell people that they don't have to react or do anything big like drop daily asks and that's one of the reasons why i enabled my anons because i don't wanna make anyone uncomfortable if they choose to interact with me. I'm not saying that asking for interactions or attention is bad. heck, i'm a neglected youngest child with mental disorders who's also a bully survivor, in my case specifically, i LOVE attention. but to go around saying "i'll cry if my post doesn't get 200 notes" or "i'll delete my whole blog if my blog doesn't reach 1k followers in the next month" is just like.. huh ? don't get me wrong, i've said "this series is gonna be a flop my fuck, i'm just gonna delete everything" quite a lot to my friends but that's just my anxiety and self depreciation.

I get the disappointment of seeing two digits of notes on your posts and like the utter jealousy of seeing other blogs thriving, flooded with asks and comments and reblogs when they were barely posting but getting thousands of likes. and really, each creators are different. some are here to get attention (which is not a bad thing), some just wanna try writing and publishing and see what they're capable of, some (me) are just riddled with mental issues that they (me) were told to find a good way to channel their (my) hyperactive imagination by their (my) therapist.

ngl idk where i'm going with this, but know that i read and reread comments and reblogs A LOT. I'd like to reread my asks but damn scrolling is hard :/ though some asks are just THAT memorable like ones from jan (circusjan), dreamlesswonder86, rochi, (aroast/forjupiter), starlixs, meowmeowminnie, etc. and my first supporter who disappeared out of the freaking blue; prodbyateez, and my anons like 🥚, 🌸, 🦋, yss, and more. I genuinely love interacting with all of you and i read comments which are more often than not i use as like a creative juice (idk how to explain) when i write like "oh will this particular comment get some reaction out of them?" but its mostly "will this hurt them bad enough?" LMAO

anywham, i'd just like to say that i love each and every one of you, interaction or not, i see you binging my work, i see you reacting like your rent is due, and it trully is my main driving force. I'm sorry i don't say this enough but i genuinely appreciate you guys and i do hope that i can give or have been giving back as much as i have been receiving from you all.

- smt 💕

#smt tmi #readers appreciation post

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wincestisasincest · 2 years ago

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Honestly i never even suspected that it's so disheartening to you, authors :( im one of those phantom readers who rarely comment and never repost, my reasons for that are(were) mostly because 1) i genuinely never learnt how this app's algorithm worked; 2)i have some ppl i know irl following me; 3) I'm not good with words and i doubt that me saying "hey it's a nice chapter" "i like your works" are gonna really make someone feel better :(

I really appreciate the writers here and im sorry you guys have to go through this, i will try my best to be a better reader bc you do deserve to be appreciated 🤍🤍🤍

hi anon, thanks for answering :)

i totally get it, and tbh i didn't think/know about it before i started making stuff for fandom either.

tumblr's algorithm is spotty at best, but the one thing that we DO know is that it thrives on shared posts. the "for you" feature on mobile is pretty new, but other than that the only way that you can get people to see your content is if it is reblogged. which is an adjustment because that's not how other social media sites work at all.

so, onto your next point, i recommend that if you want to start interacting you start a sideblog. this blog i'm answering from rn is a sideblog, i have like 5 of them. it takes two seconds and is soooooooo liberating. people i know in real life follow my main so basically every fandom thing i post is on sideblogs. but yeah, highly recommend.

and for the last one, i know that writers say this a lot, but literally ANYTHING is appreciated. like the two examples you gave would mean the world to me and every writer i've spoken too. but! if you want to try to write something more substantial, here are some ideas:

Share your favorite quote/part

Talk about how it made you feel - ex. "I was crying at the end" or "The confession scene gave me butterflies"

Talk about something you did - ex. "I screamed when I saw you updated" or "I'm reading this in the middle of the night"

Something funny/a meme/raw reactions - ex. "Omg Viktor need some milk"

but yeah, literally anything. even on old fics. it's not weird or creepy, authors love it.

juhekutg thank you again for answering and i hope that this can help bridge the gap a bit! we would be nothing without our readers :)

to anyone who doesn't know what's going on, anon was answering the question: if you are someone who likes fics but doesn't comment/reblog, why?

ask box is still open for this btw, so don't hesitate to share!

#the confessional #wince says a lot of words

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that-bajan-kid · 4 years ago

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BNHA CHAPTER 297-300 SPOILERS

(This review almost never happened)

The Japanese really said "Fuck human rights" when they built this thing huh.

As much as I hate AFO this panel looks really badass.

He literally prepared two faces. I genuinely didn't see that coming. Also rip Twice.

THEY BONDED OVER VIDEO GAMES THAT'S SO CUTE. I really cannot put into words how much I hate AFO. All of this could have been avoided if they had just killed the motherfucker.

And Spinner is only just now realising Shiggy was hijacked?

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Also I cannot believe Gran Torino is still alive. Why didn't they use this life saving magic medicine on Night Eye?? Could've saved me the pain of watching Mirio, Izuku, and All Might cry. and also night eye wouldn't be dead if you care about that.

Seriously?!? You can use your magic to heal GT's wound that 100% should have killed him and give him consciousness, but you can't even have Izu wake up once? Tho I guess his arms and legs remaining intact is a miracle in and of itself so I can't really complain.

Well that answers that question. But how did Dabi even know where his mother lived? Or that he even had a mother for that matter. Also it totally looks like his wings might be growing back which I'm low key sad about. I really liked the idea of him permanently losing his wings as bad karma for killing Twice but, I'm not gonna complain if he gets his wings back either.

Also also, all these fake ass heroes that are just abandoning there agencies where only ever in it for the fame huh? The fact that Best Jeanist is still going out of his way to save those people pretty much proves he's legit. Suck on that haters.

Also also also, WASH CAN TALK????? I mean yeah he can talk but I thought the only words he knew where wash. Well damn.

In his defence, he's an old ass man that should have retired years ago like another certain hero

MORE TOUYA BUT HE'S IN PAIN. So your just gonna throw in the towel just like that. I get your going through a rough time and all but you're still the number one hero dude. More than half of the top heroes have either died, retired, or are unable to work rn. Plus it's your fault Touya even became a mass murderer. You gotta bring him in to the light. I still think he's to far gone for it to even do anything but at least he won't be able to kill anyone.

Three things about this panel.

Rei looks like a total badass being framed by her kids like that. And I am so glad she didn't have another breakdown and that they let her out of the hospital.

That whole "Oh Enji isn't that bad he brought flowers so that means he's changed" demeanour is gone and replaced with "I've got a million and one problems and you are all of them" one and I am here for it. And the fact that she's taking control of the situation. I just love all the energy she's giving off right now.

Enji looked like he aged 20yrs in the page before this but here it looks like Hori said "fuck it" and added another 30. It makes his reaction to Rei's I'm-that-bitch entrance even more hilarious.

It's been a really rough couple of weeks for me. My country now has community spread and the cases in locals are skyrocketing so our PM issued a lockdown so I'm stuck inside now. Plus school is really taking up a lot of my time.

I read all four chapters today, mostly cause I got sick of YouTube almost spoiling me every time I open the app. Ngl it's probably gonna be mostly reblogs after this.

I'm very excited to see the family meeting next chapter if we get one. Time to relinquish your power Enji, the Ice Queen has arrived.

Until next time.

#boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia spoilers #bnha #bnha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #bnha manga #i cant get over how badass rei looks in that last page #she just exudes badass energy and i am here for it

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faithfromanewperspective · 1 year ago

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hope it's okay to reblog this (hi!) because i'm just gonna get my dump of ideas out. i don't know you, but i do understand a fair bit about biology and neurodiversity and the Nervous System Things part of which is the brain. so buckle up bestie <3

first, i don't know much about you or what you're feeling. crying can mean a lot of different things, but generally it is: a release from whatever is overwhelming you (legitimately, stress chemicals are found in tears meaning they're leaving your body, good) and it's a part of the human physiology and how we communicate involuntarily our need for human connection and validation in whatever we're feeling. so i'm guessing you're overwhelmed. first step: acknowledge it, there's a lot going on and that lot going on is probably not going to go away, and of course you're Feeling It.

okay now i'm gonna tell you something: you're safe, you're gonna be okay. seven days til the next feed, you can last til then, this state you're in is temporary, it's not forever, it's just a point in your story and if it helps to imagine this, imagine yourself as a little blorbo Going Through It on your reread of your story, and you're rr'ing so you know blorbo has a satisfying ending, much happier than they are now, but little blorbo doesn't know it. and of course they can't be expected to know it. you're not expected to have that faith. that's why you need signals of safety from outside. how can you give your body these signals of safety? i think this is where some of the suggestions come in. you can read about characters in your position, stories you know get better for them, if it works for you. you can listen to songs about it (i'm a western sydney zennial girlie so 5sos hit all the things for me and have a good mix of pain and hope in every one of their songs, but that's just one thing in my toolbox. idk what works for you. some people like a lot sadder songs or a lot happier ones even of the people i know). you can connect with people like on here who are safe for you to share what's going on with and they can relate while maintaining good boundaries, they themselves know how to take care of themselves (these are the best mutuals imo).

you can also do the things that actually change the physiology of your body to convince it you're safe: this is where deep breathing comes in and weighted blankets to make you feel tucked up and safe, or maybe it's nature and novelty (preferable for me, i can genuinely just hop on a train to anywhere and watch the countryside for literal days and feel better just doing that and it counts as a break when i get back home). you probably know some things you like, related to your needs and your sensory profile and just generally what you find comforting. because we're actually bodies made up of chemicals and systems that have evolved to have certain reactions to certain cues, but the level of tolerance each person has to different things varies and aren't we lucky we have medicines that can help us cope with a bit more than we otherwise would?

anyway within this all, the world and systems and diversity of biology there's one you, experiencing things, good and bad and everything in between at all stages of your life, and right now is a particularly difficult one and this you deserves to be see for exactly who you are and just. given a hug. idk if you like hugs, but maybe, maybe we can validate your suffering and get you through. because you're so close. and there's so many of us sitting here going yes, that reminds me of me too. in the tsc fandom we're the closest thing to the embodiment of the close bonds of parabatai and all of the gangs from different eras, all of us long for that connection (for the most part) and we want you to have it. sometimes all you can gift is the intention, but sometimes you can build that up. whether you long for it or not is for you to decide/acknowledge, but just know there's people out there who do care. who want you to feel what it's like to not have to go through this alone: friendship built through all kinds of trial where fair weather conditional to how you live up to social norms isn't an option. that this one human is valued and important, and i don't know if you've got anyone in your life telling you this so you can internalise this belief. but i'm saying it's true. and yes things suck right now but this valuable lovable person is going to get through it with a story to tell (if you want to tell it). pain is an opportunity to connect, make of this what you will.

all of this is pretty generic, like idk if you're feeling anxious or depressed or manic or having flashbacks or psychosis or any of the things. all i know is you've been crying. diamond studded puddles. physiological regulation. and you're struggling to get through the week. and we live in a society where that's shamed, we're meant to be happy and functioning and superficial. whatever it is, whatever is getting to you, even if you don't know what it is, your pain is valid. so sending love (and happy to talk too, i'm not online 24hrs being the only caveat) <3

Can anyone share what makes them feel better when they’re low cause my appt to the psychiatrist is a week away and I can’t stop randomly crying

#hope this is Something Worthwhile without too heavy Society Critique #in some ways i did learn to be a friend through the Horrors from tsc. make of that what you will #you've got this!#not in the sense that you should go through this #you do deserve support #mental health advice conglomeration #education

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rnegitsune · 4 years ago

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Ok so I thought I'd put together some horror stories from my time as a babymetal fan bc of how drastic the shift in the fandom has been the past year or so. For context I got into babymetal in like june of 2014 (all 3 girls were still underage at the time, I was 22; when I first got into them I thought I would be considered an older fan lmao the naivete, the innocence of new fan me wow I know now I'm not at all in the older half of the fandom esp considering I was born the same decade as su and moa), and I made this blog in I think may of 2015.

I've had people say I should compile men being gross into a post and I just couldn't do that out of fear for my own mental health but this will be pretty close. These are all my experiences with this fandom over the years; I'm definitely missing some but what I do remember should do well to cover most of how this fandom used to be vs now. It's gonna be a lot and tw for men being gross about minors.

Back in my first year or so of this blog I on multiple occasions got dms from men asking to be friends. At the time my bio only said my name and my pronouns. I've always been cautious of dms so I'd ask their age and every single one was considerably older than me. I wouldn't usually answer after that bc no thanks but they would generally try to continue convos til I blocked. The only one I still had was this one

After I put my age in my bio, which was 23 at the time, I never got a dm like that again; take from that what you will. But if you're young please be wary of this hell fandom even now. And if you're an older fan and esp an older male fan reading this, don't dm people trying to be friends. I was over 18 and it still creeped me out to no end.

One of my real first men in this fandom are disgusting moments was a blog back in like 2015 or 2016 who I had some contact with due to common interests; he was a huge yui stan and made bm content. He was like 28 or 29 at the time and I eventually noticed he would tag idols, mostly kpop girls, by their body parts (legs, butt, etc) which is disgusting enough as it is but then I saw him do the same for literal minors, like tzuyu from twice. I messaged him asking what the hell he was doing objectifying women but also actual children and he blocked me lmao. He later unblocked me to let me know that's just how he tagged things and it was my fault he had anxiety and then he blocked me again.

Back before the tumblr purge this fandom was repulsive to a degree I cannot even begin to describe. Someone would reblog something from me, I'd go to their blog and it would be underage jpop idols and japanese p*rn all the way down. I even stumbled upon a man editing underage su into p*rn gifs. Obviously no proof of that but I did go find my initial reaction to it

The number of times I'd get a follow from someone then go to their blog and it would be as mentioned above or their bio would be the most misogynistic trash I'd ever read was staggering. I genuinely considered giving up and deleting this blog so many times bc i felt oberwhelmed and outnumbered by these gross old dudes; and so the fact that this fandom has evolved into a bunch of chaotic wlw?? Amazing, I could cry.

Fun phenomenon of women running bm blogs was men sending messages asking if we liked babymetal. No joke. I think this happened to me two or three times but I spoke w other female creators at the time and it had happened to them as well. My entire blog is babymetal, and yet???

He said the weird guy idk bc he sent some random ass messages vaguely insulting me and when I responded coldly, he acted confused so I said you're some guy idk, hence the above message starting as such. Also that pic and the one up above that has my current pfp bc I just took those screenshots. Like I said I typically blocked weird dms but I guess these passed me by so I still had the messages.

Most people know the sub reddit is the worst and don't need me to tell you but it's a hellscape and I highly recommend avoiding it. A short list of things I've had to see as a result of going there: men discussing at length kano and momoko's appearances and how they look in costume vs in normal clothes. Men discussing at length the hope that the girls would marry men who aren't Japanese, a thread that was from when all 3 girls were underage. They aren't gonna marry you dude they're really not.

The insulting of billie Eilish, a 17 year old at the time, was horrible too. Su and moa got to meet her, something they were extremely excited for, and they posted a pic; the comments were disgusting as you can imagine. The yui rumors were terrible too, fatshaming, slutshaming etc all based on nothing. Some man saying the rumors about yui leaving bc, no joke this was a real rumor, she "got too fat" couldn't be true bc "look at saya." Saya being a barely 18 yo back up dancer who covered the third spot after yui left but before the avengers. Not to mention the upskirt shots from when they were minors, the constant editing of their faces onto explicit photoshoots etc. I remember being a new fan looking for a su pic on google and being horrified at the fact that one of the top suggested results after her name was “bikini;” she was 16 at the time. Also, the uptick in massively creepy posts and messages sent to bm blogs as each girl, but esp moa and yui, approached 18 was disgusting.

Now for some personal nonsense. A big reason why I haven't touched my youtube channel in months is bc I got tired of dealing with the men of this fandom. I poke fun at metal and get told I deserve to die. I say ped*philes and creepy men are gross and get a swarm of middle aged men cursing at me. Had a guy cry about how men are shamed for liking bm and then he turned around and said some gross shit about wlw. Had a guy call me racist for liking a band he also likes (and despite him having no way of knowing my own race) and tell me the babymetal fandom doesn't need my kpop feminist bullshit, which is honestly a great description and I thought about putting it in my yt about lmao. Had a middle aged man unironically say he'd never seen a man be creepy towards bm but fans su and moa's ages calling them hot was creepy. The disillusionment....the level of unawareness is astounding. If you want to see screenshots of some of these comments they are fairly recent in my don't mind me tag; I don't want to see them anymore tho bc they're infuriating so I'm not going to look at them to post here.

Essentially I haven't looked at my channel since may bc men are exhausting and rude and refuse to examine the fandoms they're a part of no matter what. They're told by a woman of the fandom that she's had bad experiences personally and they all start crying about how it's either a lie bc they haven't seen it or unimportant. I did stop reading comments in may and I will never read another one again probably as a result of this shit. Trash men being trash are not worth my time and I refuse to give them anymore of it. I do plan on making more videos tho and let my ~feminist kpop bullshit~ live in their minds rent free.

I will also continue to make fun of metal and the creepy men in this fandom bc it's important and I'm a spiteful asshole who likes disrupting these dudes perfect bubble of a fandom. It genuinely brings me so much joy seeing all the new fans recently (which sidenote if you got into them recently I am kinda curious as to how you found them; I've gotten tons of new followers and considering how inactive they are rn I'm curious). People sending messages about how they finally feel like they belong or that they have a safe space....like I don't even know what to say and I never feel like my responses fully convey how genuinely wonderful that is and how thrilled I am that this is where we're at now and I have had at least some part in it. As this post shows, my experiences have been negative for the most part so the shift recently is such a relief I cannot even begin to explain my gratitude.

So to anyone who read all of this and hasn't disintegrated from the male bullshit, thank you. Keep being yourself and fighting for your place in this fandom, esp if you're a young woman; keep making fun of the creeps and keep making wlw memes!! Babymetal's music is in such a huge way meant for girls and to see more and more finding their way to this previously hellish beyond belief fandom is incredible.

#babymetal #don't mind me #this is long ok

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stutterfly · 4 years ago

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Ok so...

I have things to say - Good things! - About Love Bytes

I debated just reblogging and throwing my thoughts into the mess that are my tags but somehow this feels more appropriate, so forgive me for loading this off in your inbox.

First of all your writing is amazing and I love it and clearly I need to dive deeper into your masterlist later today, but I love the way you describe things and especially how you manage to give the reader/character so much depth without actually attributing any description. I often struggle with the y/n reader insert concept because I so enjoy getting lost in the fantasy world someone is creating, including the original characters that come with it, but you really pulled it off.

Second, and maybe most importantly and why I'm writing your right now is how soft I am for your Namjoon. Like... I usually am if you couldn't tell by my posts but this one is amazing, even putting aside the association with BTS-Namjoon. He's kind and sweet and caring and probably a little dumb and clumsy both physically and emotionally but that's ok and just emphasizes the sweetness. But most importantly, he is eternally respectful and knows how CONSENT AND CONDOMS work. Thank you for that!

I often get agitated by how these things play out, especially the contraception part, and I loved that not only did he 'agree' to using a condom but he actually brought it up and insisted when he caught a hint of non-consent. I know glossing over that part is so much easier to write because it can very easily break the moment (both in writing and real life I guess) but your dialogue with it was really cute and it still flowed well and so much more realistically to me.

We need more of this even just to advocate and make this *normal* and something everyone can feel is what they should be able to expect from a partner, so thank you. Again. I've been on the receiving end of a different reaction and even knowing you are fully within your rights it still sucks so bad in the moment and I hope this can be a little reassurance to anyone that this is the way things should be and empower them to speak up for themselves.

Lastly, maybe on a lighter note, I absolutely loved your IT references littered all over the story. They never failed to make me smile, always fitting but never too complicated for people with no IT background to grasp (I hope), and providing so much character to your... Well, character. Maybe I'm a little biased because of my own professional background, but I genuinely really enjoyed them.

Uh... Yeah. That was a lot of word vomit, I apologize. I just wanted to somehow articulate that I really really enjoyed reading it ❤️

OH WOW THANK YOU KDHFKJSDHFJKHK I kept rereading your ask because it was so delightful and it mad me feel really good :) I used to struggle writing Y/N centered fics honestly, 2nd person centered writing is definitely a switch in the brain I needed to get used to, so reading that you were able to immerse yourself in the world is so amazing to me I could cry! 😭

The condom part was important for me bc like I’ve been there. Like do I want him to nut like a billion different ways after fucking her raw? HELLL YEAH BJHGJHDKSHF 🤪🤪 But I controlled my thirst because Love Bytes wasn’t straight up porn all the time lmao, it was about the natural evolution of their friendship to relationship and about the softness and weirdness that comes with embracing that kind of affection. And I get stuck on details for days sometimes.

I was like heavy in thought about it like I bet he’s been agonizing over buying a tiny box of condoms for weeks. Because they’ve almost had things happen so he’s like well maybe I should get it in case because we could end up crossing a line and if we do, I should be prepared. But also, he’s soft AF and he’s pined for so long that he’s like okay don’t get crazy just bc you want it doesn’t mean she does. And he just keeps talking himself in and out of buying anything: picking up the box, bringing it to a self-checkout station, and then panicking and going to put it back because there’s no way he’ll need it. Thinking ‘oh fuck what if I’m unprepared and I miss my chance’, and ‘like that will ever happen’, ‘but WHAT IF.’ I’m sure someone was watching him do that like ‘wow is that guy ok. just buy it bro.’ I feel bad for giving them both anxiety spirals, but at least they can bond over it and have each others’ backs! 🥰

I’m sorry to hear that you’ve been on the other spectrum of that conversation. I’ve also been pressured in situations to forgo protection, and I know how shitty a feeling it is for someone to tell you how you must not trust or love them bc you wanna use protection. But. That’s BS! It’s really important to reinforce the view that using protection isn’t a bad thing. It’s super normal. Some people prefer always using a condom and there’s no shame in that! Some people like to build up a relationship before not using a condom for the first time too, and that’s how I see Y/N and Joon’s relationship. It comes with trust, time, and consent on both sides. In their case, things are so new. Like both of them knowing that birth control can never be 100% effective and going down the anxiety hole of “wow what if this sucks. what if this doesn’t work out. what if things are weird after this.” It totally makes sense for them! The IT references will be continued throughout the different stories!

ANYWAY NO APOLOGIES I LOVe YOUR WORD VOMIT I ANSWERED WITH EQUAL WORD VOMIT 💜

#OH MY GOOOOSH YOUR MESSAGE MADE ME CRY SFHSHDFKJH #love bytes #monionmymind

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thatawkwardzillennialfangirl · 2 years ago

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My Mind and Me: Selenator's POV

Hello!

Before I start my review, I just want to say that I rarely use Tumblr nowadays as I am mostly active on Twitter. I do not know why but for me, Tumblr used to be big for like pop music fandoms during my early teenage years (we kind of treat it like Facebook back in the day where we beg our batchmates to reblog our posts for more clout lol). But I've migrated to Twitter after that because of how big and active the Selenator community is there. So, I am so sorry Tumblr.

Anyway, I hope everyone who reads my review is doing truly well and fine.

Recently, Selena Gomez just released her documentary My Mind and Me on the Apple TV+ streaming platform and she has given us fans 2 months free of Apple TV+ so that we can stream (and also cry*)

*will reveal later

Before I actually start my review, I just want to give a back story as not a lot of people know that I am a long-time, loyal fan of Miss Gomez:

So, I've been a Selenator for 12 years now, became a fan on September 2010 after I watched the A Year Without Rain music video that was featured back then on the old YouTube homepage. I first knew her through Wizards of Waverly Place (duh; and also thought she's Filipino, but turns out she's Mexican) and the Falling Down music video which was shown in the local music channel back home. Everyone in the family and friends know that I am a fan.

So... that's that.

To start, I already know that there will be a documentary coming after I saw so many tweets from SG News accounts saying that Selena went back to her old elementary school back in Texas and some students say that they're shooting a documentary. Another sign that I also know that there will be a documentary is that, the year after the Revival Tour, there were rumours going around saying that it will be turned into a concert film. I actually held on to that rumour (because I have a feeling that it's going to come true) because I never got a chance to go to the Revival Tour during its Australian leg (my city got skipped 😭, hoping one day she'll come back like what she did with Stars Dance Tour*)

*She actually planned to do a concert in my city during the Stars Dance Tour, but sadly, it got cancelled to prioritise her well-being.

When the teaser dropped, I kind of have an idea on what to expect in the movie. I already know that there's going to be some emotional moments with regards to her Lupus treatment and also her mental health, which is a topic that she's very vocal about (that's why I said at the beginning that I'm going to cry).

So, a few days have passed and I have finally watched the documentary and here are my thoughts about this.

If you have not watched it yet, don't go past this. Lots of spoilers

Overall, the documentary was very eye-opening. As someone who has been stanning Selena for over a decade, I have never got to know her this deep.

The entire documentary is very genuine and honest. I am so proud of Selena to have that courage to tell her story and as a fan, I am honoured that this documentary has helped me to get to know her even better.

The following scenes were somehow my favourite parts (some of them don't but will say my personal reactions to it):

Revival Tour backstage scene This scene hits close to home and I can somehow relate to her. I also get these negative thoughts from time to time and I try my best to brush them off, but then there's still this invisible sensation that the thought will still linger in your mind... so basically, you'll still think about it and it'll somehow get worse to the point that it'll make you feel bad about yourself as you think of it more. That's what I assume she felt when she vented those thoughts to her friends (also, good on her for speaking out those thoughts). I actually cried during that scene because I feel very sorry that she gets these negative thoughts from time to time and also the fact that the media still associates her with something/someone else and not just by herself! and as a fan, it FRUSTRATES tf out of me.

Raquelle Stevens After I watched the doc, I am in awe of how Raquelle is such a good and loyal friend to Selena. She is really concerned and cared for her throughout her journey and she stayed with her throughout. Because honestly, it is definitely hard to find real best friends like that. Like, they'll still be there for you no matter what happens. But then at the same time, I am having second thoughts. Because, there was this one scene in the doco where she just walked in the hotel room and just ignored her, not acknowledging her presence. I do hope this is not intentional. But, when I watched that scene, I'm like... "Raquelle, you did not just do that?". Although it was this one scene, I was a bit annoyed because I actually had those moments where I just feel invisible around my friends or even to people.

Treatment scene The scene where Sel's getting treatment via IV just breaks me. The one before that scene happened is where I cried because she was in pain and it was very sad for her to go through that. Like, she did not deserve it. Also, the part where Selena mentioned about her Nana not wanting to accompany her because she'd seen the process enough just breaks me because although she wanted to be there, she cannot bear seeing her granddaughter in that state and this is also something that hits close to home.

Press interviews scenes BOI, I can feel Selena's emotions during those scenes and I totally agree with her, some questions are just very basic and answers can be basically searched on the internet. Like, everytime some SG news acc posted a video of Sel doing a Q&A with this magazine or company, majority of the time, I don't get to watch it because I already know that most of the questions are just very vanilla basic and repeated and honestly, they are so tiring. New generation of fans can watch it, but I know Selena's maturing and she wanted something more than "What is your favourite food/colour/etc?"... like, dig a little deeper and talk more about her advocacies and stuff.

Off-camera/IRL Selena scenes It was actually nice to get to know her roots in this doc. Where she went to school, the people that she get to talk to in the neighbourhood when she was a kid, the actual house she grew up in. It was very genuine to see what Selena is like. It was very nice to see some home video footage as well! The last time I saw it was back in 2011 during the We Own The Night Tour as some video footage used to be the opening visuals for that tour. (I watched it religiously as my way to prep for the Stars Dance Tour, but it got cancelled)

WE Foundation in Kenya I knew during those scenes that... that is where Selena is the most happiest and I love seeing her in that state. I can see it in her face that the Kenya trip was a big breather for her (with Raquelle keeping her grounded at the side, which is very kind of her to do) because not only that she gets to work with the girls but also take a break from the very busy lifestyle.

Again, the doco was very beautiful and exceeded my expectations.

#selena gomez #selenator #my mind and me #doco thoughts #selena marie gomez

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someplace-darker · 2 years ago

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I need him to kiss me so fucking bad it's not even funny anymore.

Now for the long part ✨️

Gonna throw in my favorite parts from all 6 now

1) His feet draw him forward without thought, standing over you as a wave of affection crashes over him. It pulls him down until he’s sat next to you, hands twitching to push the few strands of hair that have fallen over your sleeping face away from your eyes. It’s a strong enough urge that he can only fight it for a minute, fingertips slowly trailing across your cheek in the motion. Your eyes squeeze together, his touch drawing you from your slumber before you squint at him in the low light.

I'm such a fucking sucker for gentle touches and being so in love/drawn to someone that you just can't help the overwhelming affection? gonna cry about it.

2)“Hey sleepyhead,” Eddie practically croons, hand reaching in to turn off the music. Your mouth stretches into a yawn, leaning back towards the empty space that was the door. It’s only through Eddie’s quick reflexes that you don’t end up in the dirt, strong hands on your shoulder holding you up. He grins down at you, moving to help you out of the car. “Tired?”

"Hey sleepyhead" genuinely made me choke up when you read this to me for the first time. Don't ask me why it just did. He's so fucking sweet and cares so much also hands

3) The door closes, the clock ticks, Eddie’s heart beats against his ribs in an attempt to break free, and he’s stuck. Glued to the floor below him, watching the people he loves most in the world pressed together on his couch in one giant sleeping mess. The TV in front of you two glows blue, end of the VHS long since reached; it’s only a matter of time before it switches to loud static. Eddie walks over, grabbing the remote off the table and shutting the TV off before it’s able to shatter the peaceful scene in his living room.

THE PEOPLE HE LOVES MOST I'M THROWING UP. Also Wayne is the paternal figure we all want, and i had a visceral reaction to the mention of the VHS going to static. Honorable mention: "that knucklehead of ours"

4)“I promise.” Is all he whispers at first, hand lifting, every finger down but his pinky. He holds it out for you, drowning in the hopeful smile it brings to your face as you pull your hand up to match. Fingers locking together in an oath he thinks he’d sooner die than break, despite how dramatic that might sound. “I’ll tell you, but sweetheart? Don’t hold your breath.”

Pinky promises are so fucking cute, and I'm p sure i said this when i reblogged part 4, the "but sweetheart? Don't hold your breath." Makes me want to gnaw off my own limbs. Eddie Munson please reassure me and fall in love with me challenge

5) He pulls away to give you a once over, wearing his jacket and matching eyeliner that you’d insisted on doing for the both of you. You even have one of his rings hanging from a chain around your neck, along with the silver copy of his house key he’d given you. He’s content to live in this ocean you’ve built around him, every look at you raising the sea level until one day he’s sure it will finally drag him down for good.

The ring.... his jacket.... the HOUSE KEY. Also the ocean metaphor for him falling deeper and just accepting it is one of the most emotional and yearning thing you've ever written it's fucking beautiful.

6) “That sounds like rotten work.” You complain, letting your head fall into his lap and laying your legs out across the bed in front of you. Eddie pauses to look back at you, tape clutched in his hand and his eyes are so intense you’re worried you must have said something to upset him.

“Not to me. Not if it’s you.”

WAAAAHHHHH. crying sobbing throwing myself into oncoming traffic. And thus, the NIIY universe was created. He's so fucking genuine here and it's so weighted. You portray him so fucking well i can imagine him saying it in my head.

I know i have praised you relentlessly the entire time that we have known each other, and for every single thing you have written and it must be redundant, but i am so proud of you for writing this. It is so fucking cute and emotional and it feels real. You conveyed each emotion, each interaction with so much sincerity that it genuinely made me cry, both rereading it and when you read it to me after a few weeks of keeping it a secret. I will be holding you and this fic near and dear to my heart. I love you!!! congrats on posting all 6 <3

not if it's you || part six

eddie munson x gender neutral reader

summary: eddie sneaks in your window and finally the two of you admit to things

words: 1.1k (this is the shortest one)

warnings: readers parents lecturing them, mentions of their dad yelling and doors slamming, first kiss, no gendered pronouns or description, and obviously the poem? quote? thing is not mine

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gif credit: @winterswake

so this is the last part of this series and it has been a crazy ride and i'm so thankful for every one reading and caring and letting me know their thoughts i hope this ending is sweet and soft enough for you all and i love you so much 'til next time!!!! [also his smile is so pretty in this gif i'll die]

“You know, we thought you were going to do more than this once you graduated,” Your dad speaks around the food in his mouth, looking towards your mom who nods along with him. The message is the same every time he speaks, that you’re doing nothing with your life, that you’re wasting all of what they gave you, their disappointment in you goes on and on. You’ll take this to yelling, to screaming, but it sours your appetite nonetheless. Your bitterness chokes up your throat, overflowing before you can stop it.

“I think if I didn’t know before, you guys reminding me every single day would make sure that I know now.” Your eyes are glued to the table, too scared to see the reaction to your words. You can hear the rough clink of silverware hitting a dish, your chair screeching in its movement as you stand suddenly. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

Long strides carry you across the house towards the stairs, gaze on your feet, unwilling to meet your mom’s horrified look or see the red creep its way into your dad’s face until he explodes. You’re halfway up the stairs before either one of your parents can respond, stomping on the carpeted path to your room. Your throat is tight and you can feel the impending tears threatening to spill, the familiar weight that carves into your chest. The door swings open under your rough shove but the tears that have welled in your eyes stop the moment you see what’s in your room. Or rather who.

Eddie is laid out on his side, one knee in the air, and hand holding up his head with a grin plastered to his face. A watery laugh works its way out of you and the relief at even just the sight of him is visceral. Eddie sits up and whips a backpack off your floor, pulling out his lunch box full of weed and a walkman with two sets of headphones. You can hear the clatter of tape cassettes filling the bag, shifting as he tugs things out.

“What are you doing here?” You sigh, crossing the room until you can collapse onto the bed next to him, pushing your shoulder into his chest. The weight on your chest dissolves away in his company, nothing but the soft haze of his incorrigible happiness left behind.

“I broke in through your window. Thought you might need a break from all that down there, turns out my timing was pretty good.” Eddie winks, arm wrapping around your torso to pull you further into him. He waves towards your door, rolling his eyes as your dad starts yelling downstairs. For a moment you’re concerned he’ll make his way upstairs but you hear the slam of the basement door instead, and you know he won’t be seen again until tomorrow.

Eddie pulls you back from your worries, with a tight squeeze of his arm around you. He croons, leaning down over your face to make eye contact with you. “Plus, it’s my job to take care of you, I’m a workin’ man haven’t you heard?”

His hair hangs over you tickling the skin of your jaw and for a moment you think about moving up, connecting your lips with his smiling mouth and kissing every ounce of love you have into him. But he moves, digging through his bag for the right tape and the moment passes.

“That sounds like rotten work.” You complain, letting your head fall into his lap and laying your legs out across the bed in front of you. Eddie pauses to look back at you, tape clutched in his hand and his eyes are so intense you’re worried you must have said something to upset him.

“Not to me. Not if it’s you.”

His words are barely more than a whisper and yet the conviction in them could move mountains as easily as they move you to tears. There’s a quiet sniffle in the silence as you tuck your head into his shirt, no longer able to handle the emotion in his stare. Eddie’s hand moves to cup the back of your head while you cry, not shushing you or rushing you through it. Just comfort.

When you finally pull back there’s a soft smile on his face and he’s holding up the walkman, having already popped the tape in while you weren’t paying attention. Eddie gently shifts your head out of his lap, crawling around on your bed until he can lay next to you before placing one set of headphones over your ears. He dons the other set and presses play, settling down with his hand just barely touching yours.

You bridge the gap without hesitation, grabbing his hand into yours and lifting it until the silver rings glint in the last remaining light of sunset that pools into your room through the still open window. You twist and turn his rings as the music plays, so thankful for his apparent and unending knowledge of when you need him most. Eddie flexes his fingers as you go, hand otherwise limp as you move it back and forth relishing in the warmth of his touch.

Turning to look at him you find that Eddie’s already looking at you, studying your face. It’s all too much, the wave is back and this time it finally drags him under, water filling his lungs and he can’t breathe without you, can’t think without you. The decision is made for him when your mouth ticks up into a smile in reaction to his eyes widening as you catch him staring. Blush dusts across his cheeks but before you can open your mouth to speak he pulls his hand from yours and grips the back of your neck firmly, surging forward to kiss you.

It’s perfect.

The cool breeze floating through your room, the quiet music of a new tape Eddie’s made for you, and his soft lips on yours. It’s passionate and dizzying and everything you could have ever dreamed of, all those nights in his bed at a newly shared home. All those mornings that you’d tortured yourself over ‘what if’s’, bending your memories to fit your hopes in a way you weren’t too sure aligned with reality. His love for you pours out of him with every passing second until you’re both gasping for air, foreheads still pressed together. Eddie laughs softly, too much joy inside him to keep it all under wraps.

“I love you,” you breathe, hand resting on his chest, feeling his heart thump erratically. A drumline to your favorite song, a sound that’s tattooed across your chest just over where your own heart is.

Eddie beams, hand cradling yours to him. He leans in closer, lips brushing against yours as he responds. “Hey, that’s my line.”

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