#sorry for all the negativity lately i just feel terrible and i need to tell someone

[thisfairytalegonebad]

Man i really am not well mentally. This sucks

[sunlightfeeling]

gonna maybe be away for a lil bit (I say maybe because it really depends on my brain’s temperment)

currently fighting some darkness atm that won’t fucking stop (I’m okay, though, I swear, but its been all fucking day and I need to sleep and I can’t because thoughts)

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[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

I admire your patience with those readers who need you to spoon feed them the story. Everything is in the comics but they still manage to go pass it. I can't help but feel a bit sad for them? Do they not understand what they read? Are they not attentive when reading it? I'm legitimately concerned because I function so differently I can't fathom this. If you like a story, isn't it normal to make your best to grasp it's essence and reflect on it? I know I project a lot about this, everyone works and registers things differentely of course but sometimes it's very frustrating to see people consume any media and just completely miss all the important messages in it, or even just fail to get the scenario sometimes, and it feels like it's very common now... Idk I just wanted maybe to have your perspective on this? Sorry for the long post (Been here for a few years now and your a true inspiration to me. All my luv to you! ❤️)

You know, I'm gonna be honest. I used to stress out about this... a LOT.

As a story-brained person, this is definitely something that comes naturally to me, and perhaps to you, and to many other people who are wired similarly. To us, following the path of a story in an analytic, highly detail-motivated manner and unwrapping the themes can be as exciting as lifting up a rock to see the bugs underneath. It's an exciting mental activity that's stimulating and feels effortless.

And yes, as an author who spends literally 60% of my day thinking about this comic and how to draw it, panel it, script it, make it better (I script and panel in my head constantly)........ I have trouble realizing/dealing with the fact that some people are just here to CASUALLY enjoy the story that I am lowkey obsessed with.

But I've come to realize that... that's NORMAL! And healthy.

People have different attention spans for different things.

People have varied ways to read a story and engage with it.

People have unique interests.

People don't have the same amounts of energy to devote to reading!

Maybe someone missed a detail I lovingly and painstakingly put into the dialogue because they're reading the update late at night after a long shift at work. And maybe someone scrolled past the dialogue completely and just got the gist from looking at the art, because they're in a hurry to get to practice at their favorite sportsball.

And maybe someone just had a really bad day with a really bad encounter, and they're reading the update in a terrible mood and instead of seeing MY grey-morality narrative, they're focusing on all the negative points and misread the vibes because of their own biases that stem from places of hurt.

The thing is, I have to be okay with that as an author, because I will NEVER be able to get into my audience's heads and read this comic 'correctly' for my own sake.

They will always have a slightly different interpretation of things, and they will always misunderstand details and miss clues. And sometimes, they will be wrong about the way they read a character's motivations... and sometimes maybe they won't be! That's just a part of communication. That's a part of telling a story.

An imperfect delivery, and an imperfect reception should, in my opinion, be a natural and accepted part of storytelling. We're human, and we all have a different lived experience, and we will ALL have different takes on a comic, even if it's so close that we THINK we are both getting the exact same thing. That small human interpretation variation is a home-made touch that makes it feel more organic.

In short.... Not all light particles make it here from the sun, but damn the result is stunning anyway.

[igotanidea]

The remedy: Jason Todd x reader

(part 2 of how to be a good boyfriend series)

As of late Y/N was sad and tired and dealing with a whole whirlwind of negative emotions stemming from work overstimulation and pressure on her shoulders. Coming home exhausted, falling asleep on the couch, bordering the sickness but refusing to take some days off.

And it switched something in Jason’s head.

He was constantly around, asking her a whole amount of questions of what she’d like him to do for her, how could he be of help, how to ease her pain and make her days at least a little more bearable. Trying to the top of his abilities to be a good boyfriend, instead becoming the source of her headaches and irritation. And though the intension behind his behavior was quite obvious, and Y/N was doing her best to not lash out on him for being annoying, her willpower was wearing thin. Only waiting to snap and unleash the hell. All he had to do was just one more word, one more mistake that would push her over the edge.

It was only a matter of time.

***

“I made you a soup.” He smiled, being so proud of himself. Y/N was always fond of his dishes and now he was about to serve her a full three course meal with the dessert, having spent a few hours preparing something healthy to boost her mood and enhance her impaired health. “Come on, wash your hands, princess and I’ll set the table—”

“Stop…” she hissed, massaging her temples. “Just stop. Stop. Stop!”

“Y/N? What- what did I do? What happened? Is there something I can--?”

“Just stop fucking talking!”

If the command wasn’t enough to make him go silent, he would do it just out of sheer confusion mixed with hurt. Why was she mean while he was trying so hard to be there for her?

“I’m tired—” it took the great amount of self-control to form and say those words in hope he’ll understand he was making her feel trapped and suffocating.

“Okay. It’s okay princess. Do you maybe want to get some rest? We can eat later, I’ll make your bed and-“

“Ugh! Stop it Jason! Stop offering me so many things!”

“But-“

“Just shut up!”

Ouch. That must have hurt him and it reflected in his eyes and in his entire posture. Jason Todd just froze in the middle of the kitchen with a soup bowl in his hands, looking at her as if she was someone he didn’t know.

“I’m sorry – “ she whined realizing the damage done. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be mean-“

“I failed you again…”

“No, no you didn’t fail, it’s just-“ her voice faltered before she could finish the sentence. How was she supposed to tell him what the problem was while the right words just won’t come out to her head.

“I’m a terrible boyfriend.”

Great, now he was getting dramatic and turning into a giant, sad, beaten dog. Probably the last thing she needed and she was definitely not in the mood to try to placate him. Not while she was struggling to not fall apart herself while everything seemed too much.

“Jason—”

“It’s okay Y/N. It’s a fact and there’s nothing you can do with it. Clearly not even with those lessons you’ve been giving me.”

“One lesson. We had one lesson and it could hardly be called that. It was more like an advice to not listen to Grayson-“

“And still I’m not making any progress with it.”

“Lesson two.” She muttered, her head starting to kill her. “You don’t have to be my remedy to everything.”

“huh?” Jason frowned a little giving her a funny look.

“You don’t have to offer me stuff, come up with ways to make shit better, overwhelm me with choices and options. You don’t.”

“I don’t? But—”

“No. Sometimes, you just have to be. Let me whine, let me be weak without trying to uplift me. And not turn into my remedy to every word problem.”

“So like a pillow in case you are a crybaby?” He smirked and apart from the obvious tease she couldn’t deny Jason was a fast learner, regardless of his own opinion on the matter.

“Don’t push it.” She warned.

“Oh I’ll push it all the way. Now that I know you don’t want me to make you feel better-“

“HEY! I didn’t mean I want you to make me feel worse! You’re twisting my words. “

“Sure.” Jason shrugged casually, taking the perfect excuse to put his specific sense of humor on. “What were you expecting?”

“You’re such a jerk….”

“Just listening to your lessons love. It’s up to you how you’ll bring me up.” Jason laughed pulling her to the couch and trapping in his embrace and she knew she was about to get at least a few hours of teasing and mean jokes. But she wouldn’t have it any other way

“I’m gonna have to be careful with what I say from now on….”

“Yeah, you better. “

They snuggled close together enjoying the silence and the comfort of just being together.

[crimsonicarus]

GR RPF FIC REC MASTERLIST!!

Long post!

Big shoutout to @arsenalgbt for suggesting i made a list, here are my fave GR fics, im a multishipper so it will be a couple or ships here, anyway, enjoy!

I wanted to also thank all the authors here listed for their awesome contributions to this lovely fandom, im really grateful for all your work <3333333

If any of the authors here listed would rather have their work taken down from this list please let me know .

new year's resolution by @wormeo-and-juliette

Pairing: OT3 Fernando Alonso/George Russell/Lance Stroll

Lance gets the text from Fernando well into the afternoon on the first day of the year: I slept with George.

Um. What?

eagle eyed by @prettydangrotten

Pairing: OT3 Alex Albon/George Russell/Logan Sargeant

“He’s watching, you know,” Alex says, voice level and conversational, like Logan being in the room is a normal part of this experience, “he’s hard.”

i’m your number one (it’s so obvious) by @63historian

Pairing: OT3 Lewis Hamilton/George Russell/Max Verstappen

“Tell him what you want, Georgie.”

He clenches his hole just as he starts begging, “I need you to come inside me, please, Max, please, I want it so bad.”

And who is Max not to obey such beautiful cries?

positive negatives by @ctimenefic

Pairing: Alex Albon/ George Russell

George doesn’t regret that shoot, exactly.

He had for a long time. After the first high of seeing the rushes wore off; after overhearing a murmured warning in general casting, days too late; after he woke up at three am to reread the release he’d blithely signed without thinking, and spent the next four hours staring at the ceiling hoping to wake up. He’d regretted it then.

For years after, the memory of it could hit like an ice cube sliding down his spine. Always, of course, at the most inconvenient moments. When he was working, or networking, when he needed his wits about him, couldn’t afford to stutter over his words. They’d put him in white silk, or offer him wine, or he’d walk into a room with slow, warm jazz playing, and the whole excruciating mess of it all would come back. He’d learnt how to smile through it, then how not to blink at all.

June is the coldest month of the year by @beabnormal24

Pairing: Max Verstappen/ George Russell

“Just don’t be a stranger, yeah?” It doesn’t sound as empty as George would’ve expected.

Max disappears in Monaco’s breeze with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket and his head turned to the side to look at the coast following him, or it’s him who follows the coast. It’s not that simple to guess when George feels the way he does about him.

He stares at the broad expanse of his back until he’s nothing more than a distant figure just like any other person around and he can pretend that he’s no one in the middle of the world.

The blessing of anonymity, he muses, gripping at the hems of his sleeves.

All of a sudden, his chest feels quiet.

nobody else by ginnydear

Pairing: Alex Albon/ George Russell

The Mercedes garage is almost overwhelmingly busy when Alex walks through the crowds of officials there.

or... what if the world was suddenly plunged into omegaverse and everyone started presenting at once... pt two.

 table in the back by @janinaduszejko

Pairing: Alex Albon/ George Russell

“Okay, here’s the offer." Alex says. "I’m going to make you something and if you don’t like it, you don’t pay. How does that sound?”

“So I get a good meal or a free meal?” George asks. “Sounds like a no-lose scenario.”

“Keen eye, George,” Alex grins. “Figured out my terrible business sense on the first try. Alright, take it or leave it.”

 all green lights

Pairing: Alex Albon/ George Russell

Sorry mate I think you've got the wrong number

chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the line

Pairing: OT3 George Russell/Lance Stroll/Fernando Alonso

Lance and Fernando have been together for over two years and it is great. It is great apart from one minor detail. They are both dominant tops and the irritation is starting to grind them down. Enter Lance's ex-whatever, George Russell.

But George is not going to be as easy to get on board as Lance and Fernando think. He will give his whole heart but you have to open it up first.

DISCLAIMER: THE FIC IS NOW ON PERMANENT HIATUS

Very common crisis (series) by crimandclove

Pairing: George Russell/ Lance Stroll

January 2024 - George finds himself single, stressed, with a set of tits & one Lance Stroll in his home.

Calls and Cats by @raewritesf1

Pairing: George Russell/Max Verstappen

Things go awry when George’s video call with the quartet is interrupted by the form of a familiar half-naked Dutch driver wielding a Bengal cat in the background.

spread before you like a picnic by @janinaduszejko

Pairing: Alex Albon/ George Russell

Now, weeks later, he thinks that was probably the reason he’d said it, why when he came back to himself and noticed that Alex had manhandled him on his stomach and was in the process of peeling George’s jeans down, his first instinct was to say, panicky: “You can’t fuck me.”

it's not about having someone to love me anymore by linearity

Pairings: Alexander Albon/George Russell, George Russell/Toto wolff

George is an omega. He kind of hates himself for it.

Brake Balance by @russilton

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton/George Russell

"Why don’t you come dance?” With me goes unspoken, and George is eyeing him with a familiar look, like he’s sure Lewis will brush him off again, but he still wants to try.

Maybe it’s the buzz of alcohol. Maybe it’s the shiny skin of a tanned collarbone showing through George’s three open shirt buttons. Maybe it’s just the adrenaline of the whole day in general, but for once, Lewis thinks that sounds like a pretty good idea.

Stop overthinking, just go with it.

Bono’s words echo pointedly around his mind. Fuck it

ode to a conversation stuck in your throat by @prettydangrotten

Pairing: Alex Albon/George Russell

They’d agreed on friends when Alex had come to collect the last of his things from George’s flat. George had been adamant about it, all uncomplicated smiles, like they hadn’t just spent six months living in each other’s pockets and having some of the most bizarrely intimate sex of Alex’s life.

And friends is a noble intention, but. Alex still only has one friend who’s sucked him off in their driver’s room.

Allow yourself this happiness by Sonnenscheintraum

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton/George Russell

i can barely breathe (when you're here loving me)

When Lewis wakes up he knows he's going into rut. He will be able to get through the rainy and cold race in Spa if he takes enough suppressants.

But what if George by his side is actually making it worse for him to keep the rut in check?

How is he supposed to keep himself under control when George looks and smells like the most delicious way and makes him want to claim him?

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton/George Russell

Lewis Hamilton may be the sweetest person who ever stepped on earth and choose not to see the truth, but he deserves so much more than a broken, thirteen years younger college student.

So George does what is best for him.

 See my Vision (tell ‘em) by @russilton

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton/George Russell

“Feeling a little desperate, sweetheart?” It’s clearly rhetorical, but George nods anyway, and bites his lip at the conflicted emotions he sees cross Lewis’ face.

He knows it’s late, closer to Monday morning than Sunday night, but it’s been so long since they’ve had freedom to do whatever they want. He loves racing with his entirety, he even loves the intensive training and strict schedules, but he doesn’t love how the need to keep his body in perfect function for a race keeps him from Lewis.

George and Lewis have three weeks break between Monza and Singapore, and they just can’t wait anymore.

[thecomfortgoth]

Tw: talk about periods and being sick, talk of cramps and feeling sick, talk of just general yucky feeling when sick or having a bad time with your monthly cycle

18+ MDNI

This was absolutely a self indulgent write a few weeks ago when I was sick AND on my period at the same fucking time, but I had not been able to stop thinking about how The Boys (tm) (this means Eddie, Steve and Billy on my blog) would be when you’re sick or having a rough time with your monthly cycle.

Also quick note to say that anyone who has any negative comments or opinions about anything I write (unless it’s genuine constructive criticism) or any of The Boys (tm) , they will be deleted and blogs will be permanently blocked. If you don’t like a character or how someone headcanons them, you don’t have to interact. Please just scroll along.

Pls also accept this as my “I’m sorry Peeping Tom Part 3 is so so so so dreadfully terribly fucking late” offering (I promise it’ll be out soon, I just need some time to work on it and have a lot of work at the moment)

There do be headcanons under the cut~

Steve would be so sympathetic, he’d be all over you the second you mentioned it, showering you with affection and asking you what you need every 5 minutes because he’s so worried about you. He’d be ushering you into your bedroom and grabbing you some comfy pyjamas to change into. He’d be grabbing you a blanket and tucking you in, making you your favourite food (if you can stomach it) and laying with you while you watch any kind of crappy TV you desire. He’d bring you chocolate or candy or any favourite snack of yours and make you hot drinks, kissing your warm flushed cheek every time he came into the room and telling you that you’re still his perfect angel, even if you’re grumpy and moody. He’d be rubbing your belly and your back, telling you he doesn’t care if you have squidgy bits or rolls or stretch marks, he wants to help you feel better and if this does the trick? Then by god hes doing it. He’d maybe even go as far as kissing every single little silvery mark on your skin while he lays on top of you and lets you use him as a heated weighted blanket, your fingers in his perfect hair as you play with it and gently wind it around your fingers absentmindedly. Steve doesn’t mind one bit and will lay there all night if he has to.

Eddie at first, would panic, because he has absolutely no idea what to do. It’s only ever been him and Wayne, and he’s never really had to look after someone when they’re sick or in pain. If you’re on your period, he’d be going to the store to grab you any supplies and may be a little shy about it, but he’d do it anyway because he knows you need it. He would definitely forget to ask you what tampons/pads you normally use, so would end up buying one of each, coming home out of breath and all sorts of discombobulated, clutching them in his arms saying he’s sorry but he just wanted to make sure you were prepared (it makes you giggle when he’s breathless and dramatic all “I didn’t wanna be that guy who texts and asks something stupid like ‘what size pussy you wear’ while I’m in the middle of the fuckin’ pad aisle!”) He’d run you a nice warm bath or a hot shower at least, letting you relax in the water while he sits outside the bathroom door (because he understands you might want some privacy) with his guitar, serenading you softly with some of your favourite songs. Afterwards he’d take you into his room, giving you one of his old band T-shirts to wear as pyjamas, drying off your hair for you and getting you all comfy on his bed, making you a little cosy nest, cuddling you close while you listen to some quiet music and he lets you doze on and off on his chest, playing with your hair and giving you forehead kisses. He does worry a little every time you wince or groan, but he shushes you and runs his fingers through your hair, reassuring both you and himself in the same breath.

Now Billy, he’s dealt with this before. He does have a sister and a stepmum after all. He just knows that you’re probably going to be a little moody and easily irritable if you’re on your period, so he is super super careful about what he says and does, lest he feel your wrath (and because he just doesn’t want to upset you deep down). He’ll immediately grab you a hot water bottle and make sure you’re keeping hydrated, constantly filling up your cup or bottle as soon as he sees you only have a couple sips left in it or scolding you very gently if you don’t drink enough, trying to make you see the importance of it. He’s a man of few words normally, (especially after all the therapy and healing and also meeting you, he’s just much calmer and more peaceful now) but if you get a little upset or sad, he’ll be right there reassuring you that he still loves you and that you still mean the world to him while he lets you play with his hair, something he never lets ANYONE do. He’d be carefully watching you for any kind of change in your expression or noise or twist in your body as you try to get comfortable, and as soon as he does notice it, he’ll be getting up and soon appearing with exactly what it is you need or moving you into a more comfortable position while he wraps his arms around you and snuggles you. It’s honestly so surprising to you to have someone who just knows what you need and when you need it, you’re a little taken aback by it, but in a good way. He’ll hand you things you need with a small smile, shrugging and blushing a little as he tells you it’s no big deal, but secretly he’s super proud of himself for just being so intuitive, picking up on your mood etc easily and putting things he’d learned in the past to good use, he loves to take care of you and would do literally anything for you when you’re sick or in pain.

[compassionatereminders]

Hi Kat. I need to share this and I don’t know if I need compassion or advice, but I wanted to share with someone who will truly listen.

Tw: death

My mom and I have had a turbulent relationship my entire life. I was always the black sheep, ignored, made to survive on my own. But when she did zero in on me, it was to tell me rewritten stories, yell at me, or pass on negative things about myself, which I believed growing up.

I cut her out of my life about 9 years ago, and in doing so, lost the connections with 3 siblings. It was hard and I hurt, but I did what I had to do to repair myself.

She was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer 3 months ago. It was stage 4. We arranged a visit as she lives across the us from me. Me, my mom, my 4 siblings and I spent a day together and it was really good. I wanted to go back again. Only, I couldn’t get any contact with anyone. They cut me off. I got random, vague updates. My mom was declining and my sister said she would call me so I could talk to my mother one last time. I wrote a whole page of things I wanted to say. I never got to have that phone call because my siblings decided I shouldn’t.

My sister reached out to my sister in law on Saturday night to say my mom had passed Friday. One of my aunts was there, and she refused to give me updates. None of them called me after. My sister in law had to break the news to me.

Now, they’ve decided I can’t be at the funeral. They moved my mom across a couple states to bury her where she wished. I don’t know where that is, and they wouldn’t tell me. Now, it’s going to happen tomorrow. And they still won’t tell me where, but it’s too late anyway to make it halfway across the country.

I’m so hurt and feel betrayed. I’m angry. I wanted to go to find some peace and say goodbye to my mom. I wanted to hug one of my brothers. It was important to me, and it was taken from me. At this point I don’t know how to mourn because I’m too angry at the situation.

Do I deserve this? For cutting my toxic mother off? My brother had Down’s syndrome and he was a casualty. I wasn’t allowed to contact him. Now, I still won’t be because he’ll be living with my sister who is the mastermind of all of this and a carbon copy of my mom. I don’t even have an address to send him cards, and he doesn’t have a phone. I feel like I’m losing so much.

I’m sorry this got so long. I am not good at talking out loud about this stuff so getting it out is helpful.

I honestly don’t know how to mourn.

This is a really terrible situation, and my heart goes out to you. And I don't think you "deserve" this. I think it's mean to refuse you the chance to say goodbye and mourn. One could argue that just like you had the right to cut your mom out of your life, the rest of your family has a similar right according their relationship with you. Not because you are a bad person who deserves to suffer for having boundaries, but because every person has (or should have) the right to decide who they want in their life, family members included. Sometimes such decisions will hurt and be unfair, but just like you could decide not to see your mother, your siblings can decide not to see you. That being said, I still think cutting you completely out of your moms illness and death is taking it to an unnecessarily mean extreme. And I'm really sorry you're going through all of this on top of losing a parent.

[captain-mj]

The Remains pt 2

Ghost meets Soap and is unimpressed. He gets terrible news

Ghost held his hands in front of him. His gloves covered the claws on his hands. With his wings pressed against his body, he almost looked human. He caught a glimpse of his reflection, seeing the sharp gleam of his eyes, the odd way he stood. 

Almost human. 

“For this mission, you’re going to have a different handler.” Shepherd’s voice was grating and his message wasn’t much better.

“What reason, sir?”

“Because Price can’t be there. Now technically, you outrank the new guy, but I need you to work with him, understood? No going AWOL.”  

“Understood, sir.” Ghost stalked forward, hands behind his back. 

“His name is Soap MacTavish.” 

“Soap? The hell kind of name is Soap?” Ghost hissed to himself. He picked him out almost immediately, watched as the short little man bounded straight up to him and punched his shoulder. 

“Let’s get us a win, yeah, LT?” Soap smiled at him. ��Save ya a seat, sir.”

“Fucking hell.” He watched Soap jog away from him. That guy? Really?

“Ghost, you copy?”

“Yes, sir.” 

“Any issues?” A ton of them. Ghost didn’t play well with others and he certainly didn’t want to play with this guy. 

“Negative, sir.” He settled in next to Soap on the stupid truck. It was cramped. Everyone looked to be around Soap’s build, meaning half his size. He spared a brief glance at Soap. 

“So, you’re who I’m going to be handling?”

Ghost stared down at him as hard as he could, wanting him to shrink back. 

Soap smiled. “Not a big talker? That’s alright.” He reached up as if to touch him and Ghost immediately grabbed his wrist to shove it back into his chest.

“Don’t touch me. Ever. I don’t care that some idiot put you in charge of me. You don’t ever fucking touch me.” Ghost growled.

“Understood, Lt.” Soap nodded and Ghost watched him swallow shakily. Good. Fear was good. “No touching.”

Ghost settled back in his seat. He’d get chewed out for this. He just fucking knew it. But Soap shut up and that’s all he cared about. It went normally. 

After the mission, he had his normal jitters. That was fine, routine. He went straight to Price’s room, pulling off his jacket so his wings could stretch. His mask was next, landing next to his jacket. 

Like usual, he waited to get out of the rest of his clothes, but he splayed himself over the bed, stretching out. He hoped Price would hurry up. 

His body started to ache, a familiar feeling. Energy coursing under his skin. 

The door opened and he forced himself to relax more.

“Simon.” Price said gently. He sounded just the slightest bit sad again.

“John.” He looked up, head tilting slightly. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. We need to talk.” Price looked at him carefully. 

Ghost frowned, anxiety spiking. “Why? Everything alright? Is the ba-”

“The base is fine, Simon. You’re fine. Everyone is safe. There’s been… some changes lately. I told you when I first became Captain that I didn’t know how long they’d let me continue handling you.”

No. No. No.

Ghost tensed, preparing himself for the ax. For Price to tell him it was all over. The world ended and he’d die soon. 

“They no longer want me as your primary handler. I’m sorry, Simon. I tried to convince them, but….” He reached up, ruffling the blond hair and letting his fingers run over the soft feathers along his ears. They were pressed against his head at the moment as he tried to calm himself. Panic bubbled inside him and he thought of vomiting. Or freaking out. Maybe if he caused a big enough problem, they’d keep him from having to change handlers. 

No. He knew they wouldn’t care. They’d put him down. No need for dangerous things like him if you couldn’t control them. 

“They have a new one already set up. I’ve talked with him, he’s not bad. And you’ll still be on my team. I’ll be your captain, just not your handler.” Price reassured. 

Ghost lashed out immediately, shoving him away. He stood up and went to snap at him when Price shoved him hard, splaying him across the bed. The message was clear, he wasn’t getting out of this.

“Who?” Ghost gritted out after a moment. 

“Johnny Soap MacTavish. You’ll be meeting him soon an-”

“Met him earlier. Can’t fucking stand him.” That wasn’t true. After the initial ride, he found he didn’t mind Soap too much. He was given plenty of lead and Soap didn’t give him any orders. Which is how it fucking should be. He wasn’t a dog that needed to be reigned in for fuck’s sake. 

“Simon. It’s not an order from me. It’s from Shepherd and Laswell.”

Laswell? That stung. Traitor. His skin burned with the feeling and he realized once again that his body didn’t know how to do anything right. He sat up again and Price didn’t push him down. 

“It might be good.” Price pointed out. “You need social interaction besides me.”

“No, I don’t.” Ghost didn’t like change. It was hard enough trusting Price after he found him in Mexico. Now he had to trust this new guy?

“Yes, you do. You’re still…” Price cut himself off, realizing his mistake.

“Still what, John?”

“Ghost.” A warning.

“Still human?”

Price looked at him sadly.

“That was ruined. I most certainly am not human anymore. And I don’t need a handler. I don’t need any of you.” Ghost was lashing out. He couldn’t tell by his behavior, but he could certainly tell by the look Price gave him. A displeased look that Ghost hated.

“Ghost, you know by now that most of it isn’t for you. It’s for the higher ups. It’s security for them. And you most certainly do need someone sometimes.” Price watched as Ghost pulled on his mask, retied his jacket to look human again. Proper. 

“What do you know about him? I threatened him on the mission. Maybe he’s the type to hold a grudge.” Ghost’s hands were steady. His voice steady. But his thoughts were disjointed, painfully afraid and exposed. Anxiety scattered through every thought. Corporal punishments were common. If he snapped back, he knew it would be treated as he was the problem. His file already had a big disclaimer about being defective. His skills were the only reason they kept him around. 

“I’m not throwing you to the wolves, Simon.”

Fucking felt like it. 

Ghost took a deep breath. “You’re right. Sorry, sir.” He shook himself. 

“Are you okay?”

His skin still buzzed. For a moment, he considered asking if Price could get undressed, but the thought of it made Ghost nauseous. 

“Fine, sir. I’m going to go to my room.”

“We’ll be having a meeting at 0800. And Ghost?”

“Yes.”

“Wear the muzzle.”

A physical weight pressed on his chest. It was in his file. He was lucky he got to get away with not wearing it as often as he did. 

The world was ending.

“Yes, sir.” 

He went to his room, locking the door and fully undressing. He took a moment to look himself over. The large raven wings. The dark lines that wrapped around his hips and ribs that had scars intertwined with them. His glasgow smile around painfully sharp teeth. 

He made the “ears”, they were just a group of feathers, a bit like a horned owl, perk up. He kept those bleached as well, so they blended in with the rest of his hair most of the time. 

His eyes looked normal right now, but he knew that could change.

Roba messed up while making him. Those features were supposed to be fixable. Disappearing when inconvenient. But they stained his skin constantly. 

Wrong. 

Inhuman. 

Defective. 

Thanks to his… making, the fact that it wasn’t done by the military, they were nervous. Paranoid that he’d go feral. Felt like it when they stared at him. 

Everyone else chose this. He didn’t. He had liked being human, despite everything. 

And that meant he was a problem. Had to be watched carefully. Everyone always on guard. 

Hopefully, Soap would snap under the pressure and he’d be back with Price. Back to normal.

[thisdreamplace]

hi is anon who writes too much haha! Hru💗

I want to share some experiences I’ve been having and a question

just really letting go and being.

life is really Beautiful when you just be

one extreme subconscious belief i guess I had was “everytime when good things happen. Bad things always do” I used to really spiral over this. I was so afraid. But then I asked myself “ can I let go of this and know all is okay? that god is on my side, that everything will be ok”. I was crying one night fearing “what if everything is terrible and will never be ok “ I allowed it but the something just came into awareness “what if I can trust god. what if I can trust and let go” and I did, I still felt like a crying mess and so very saddened. but I had a sense of trust , my heart was filled with love.

(I’ll speak in 3rd person but ) anon also had a huge fear or want. to being mysterious like… not telling anyone how they felt lalala or even feeling embarrassed about telling how they felt about something like they where right or wrong or how they inferior if they where nice lala. When I realized that was also conditioned, not my burden to bear I cried in relief, knowing just this was never something I needed to let go off. I’m ok haha

I feel like also one thing is we conditioned our self to others behaviors and what we determine as us (the false self) like example I realized my specific negative thoughts where a pattern. I asked myself “ do I really think this way? or am I conditioned too?” “Is this really me?”, my fears and thoughts and wants and needs are all just what I’ve always thought I needed to have, haha living a life without any of those is sure scary but… not a bad! More like a new unknown understanding! Like knowing there’s no meaning behind it , like the thought itself being a conditioned thing, idk it feels just nice , I can leave it be , beacuse it doesn’t mean anything.

The key is no longer allowing it to have meaning for you. - thisdreamplace

now I live my days having fun :) or even just being or enjoying all knowing I’m not bound to anything. it’s nice even when the hard times happen , still need to work on that tho 🐭

my question is.

when circumstances or even a overwhelming situation , or even badly reacting to something and you regret it. How do you deal with it, I always surrender to god and know everything will be ok. But I’m wondering if you have advice haha, like what are some things you do to regulate and help in times like this. sometimes moving on (letting go ) of everything feels a bit terrifying , even how do you stop seeing things as a bad moment? sometimes the heart feels so full and the head feels so firey

hope to talk soon again I miss your posts dream 🌌thank you for everything once again

-anon who talks too much 🍩

hewwo <3 i hope youre doing well!! sorry its taken me some time to finally write back !!

i love all of this ! feeling everything out, while simultaneously allowing yourself to feel that possibilities can be different. i love reading messages from yall, because they always spark deeper understandings in myself as well. it's a really beautiful cycle between us

hmm i think to answer your question, i usually don't try to make something seem other than how i feel it is. instead i accept it all in that moment, or at least try to anyway. it's not always easy of course. but through acceptance you have a lot less resistance toward an issue, and like that it can easily be transformed. so its not always about making ourselves drop it, sure its nice if we can. but if not, its okay to be there in that moment too. allowing it to be what it is, and moving on when the emotions arent as heavy.

anyway <3 thanks so much for reaching out again !! :') and awwwe thank you. i havent had much inspo lately, life has been really busy but ofc, whenever inspiration strikes, you'll see another post by me !!

[theambitiouswoman]

hey there. i'm just 19 years old and been trying to find my way around things. i've been feeling really terrible lately. my situation's a bit messy.

i have a habit of comparing myself to my peers a lot. not to mention i have some addictions i must get rid of, like spending my time daydreaming a lot, which really affects my schedule. my mother would compare me to my peers when i was really little, and i think it grew on me, and now i'm starting to realize it as i grow up that it's stuck to me.

i couldn't do well with the university exam, so i'm taking a gap year to retake it next year. i feel like a failure sometimes. there were so many things i could have done as a high-schooler, but i just wasted my time. i succeeded in some stuff, yes, but i don't feel like i'm ready to be an adult yet. i feel like i should be knowledgable more, i feel like i know less than i should, and it's killing me inside.

i'm sorry if it's just ranting, but that's about my situation. your account is full of useful information and encouragement, do you have any previous posts/suggestions that you could give me? thank you in advance. i hope you have a nice day.

Hi angel,

At 19, it's normal to feel uncertain and overwhelmed. Remember, you're still figuring things out, and it's okay to take your time. 19 was one of my favorite ages, for no particular reason other than it was fun and I felt like an adult. I certainly had nothing together. My parents would have loved a lot of things for me at that age. Married to the boyfriend I had at the time because it was a huge sin to them based on their religious views, which in retrospect would have been a huge mistake.

Comparing yourself to others is common, but try to focus on your own journey. We normally compare ourselves because we don't have a set plan for our lives with clear goals and intentions. I am sure your mom means well, and its normal for parents to have the same expectations for all of their kids, even though they are literally different people. But everyone has their own path, and what matters most is your progress, not how you measure up to others. You cant let yourself feel bad for meeting anyone else's expectations.

I always tell people to not compare someone else's highlights to your life because life has its ups and downs, and you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. We all have different lives, different qualities. Maybe what took someone else x amount of time and effort to accomplish, is something that is a strength to you and you can accomplish it in half the time, when you are ready.

All you can do for yourself is really focus on you, learn, prepare. Train your brain into processing things faster so you can evolve faster as a person in your brain.

If you know you have some negative habits you want to work on, like daydreaming, you can start taking action and maybe setting small goals to manage your time better. Focus on the things you want to improve about yourself instead of feeling bad about yourself for it. You already know the problem. Maybe working on these issues opens your mind and your live to different opportunities. We have to learn to overcome obstacles, not just physical but mental. This creates a ripple effect not only with our thought process, but our physical actions and in turn attract different realities and opportunities.

You are an individual. You are unique and special. Comparing yourself or living up to someone else's standards for YOUR LIFE when they don't have your strengths or brain, or potential is doing a huge disservice to you. We cant abandon our strengths, we need to discover them. When we abandon them, we are basically abandoning ourself and who we could be for the sake of someone else.

Taking a gap year to retake the university exam is a smart choice. It doesn't mean you're a failure; it's a chance to improve. It is actually great that you recognize that you want to be better. Most people take a gap year anyway. Who says you can't? Why would it make a negative impact on your future? That is simply NOT TRUE <3

[writerpey]

Cg!Gale ‘Buck’ Cleven & Regressor!John ‘Bucky’ Egan Headcanons

masters of the air was so good I had to write something for this pair. happy series finale, everyone! sad it’s over but so happy with the show, it totally blew my expectations out of the water. pls enjoy & request more of them if u want! & please be careful reading this if you’re sensitive to the topics of the show. take care of yourselves, everyone <3

John keeps his regression tucked away from the others at Thorpe Abbotts as a secret little part of himself that, before Gale found out about it, he wished he could drop straight out of a B-17. He tried to deal with things the way all his comrades did. He drank, slept around, got into fights with the British soldiers at the bar and placed bets on the Yankees against the Cubs. It just wasn’t enough. It felt close to enough when Gale would wrap a hand around the back of his neck and drag him away from a stupid midnight decision, or when he’d be drunk enough for Gale to walk him to his bunk and help him tug off his boots with a familiar sigh.

Gale could tell when John was close to a breaking point, when his best friend was itching at his own skin and antsy to get in a plane and out of one at the same time. He knew something was different about John, especially when it would get late and John’s eyes would glaze over and he would refuse to leave Gale’s side. Gale had an inkling that sometimes John acted out just to get his attention. And when Meatball would run over John would gasp happily, the joy of a little boy emanating from his excitement.

Gale climbed out of bed one night after seeing John’s was empty, throwing on his jacket and stepping outside. Sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, John was sniffling, hands rubbing at his eyes and shoulders shaking.

“Bucky? What’s goin’ on?” Gale questioned gently, concerned for his friend and ready to take any step necessary to comfort John.

John was terribly embarrassed that night. Sniffled and cried and blubbered unintelligibly to Gale about a fog in his brain that wouldn’t go away until he felt like a kid again. That Gale made it worse, but better, and he was so fucked in the head for being like this and—

Gale stopped John’s negativity in an instant. “Bucky. It’s okay. I’m here for you. You know that, I know that. That’s all that matters.”

The pair fell into step with one another with the ease expected for two soulmates. It took a lot of coaxing from Gale to get John to not only tell him when he was feeling small, but to encourage him to regress more often to avoid all the bad decisions that came with John not dealing with war trauma properly.

John had come back to his bunk one night with a bleeding nose from an escapade in town, and the lecture he got from Gale was enough to make him regress instantly. He looked up at Gale with big, apologetic eyes while Gale’s steady hands wiped away the blood under his nose with a damp rag. “Sorry, Buck. Shouldn’t have been bad.”

As a caregiver, Gale is very accustomed to John’s needs and loves to dote on him, though he’s never afraid to pull rank on the other. His stern tone carries an air of disappointment to John when it’s necessary, which serves to make John regress fairly easily.

John has a lot of energy when he’s small, well-rested, and knows his group isn’t going to be called on mission for a couple of days. He’ll tear around base on his bike and steal extra eggs from Lemmons at breakfast, play fight with Gale and beg Curt, Rosie and Croz to play a game of baseball together. He’s at his happiest when he can be as carefree as he wants while everyone except Gale has no idea he feels small.

Gale has to work hard to reign in John on those kinds of days. “Bucky, no. You can’t take without asking. I don’t wanna hear that you’re hungry. You ate a dozen eggs.”

John is a super touchy person in general, and when he’s small he’ll literally hang off whatever part of Gale he can get a hand on. Throwing himself over Gale’s shoulders at mealtimes. Clutching the back of Gale’s jacket while running away from Curt. Trying to stick his finger up Gale’s nose for no apparent reason. He likes to annoy Gale, a little shit-disturber at heart.

On harder days for John, fresh off a mission, he gets far more needy. Gale’s heart always breaks in his chest when he wakes up to John making small noises of distress in the night. He often wakes him up with soft shushing and his hand stroking through John’s dark curls. “Just a dream, Bucky. I got you.” Gale whispers, even while knowing that truly, they lived out their nightmares. But the deep timbre of Gale’s voice and his steadying presence always soothes John, who often stretches his arms out to be pulled into Gale’s lap.

Gale really likes when John is especially small. He flushed red the first time he asked John if “maybe, you would let me read you a story?” Gale loves the quiet, intimate moments they get to have together, tucked up in a B-17 with The Hobbit in hand and the sun setting, whisked away to another world even just for a few moments. He feels untouchable with John’s head under his chin and the sound of Lemmons tapping away under the hull of the plane.

When it comes to nicknames, Gale isn’t the most creative person in the world. And quite frankly, if he even dared to call John something too sappy, John would explode from embarrassment. So Gale sticks to Bucky most of the time, but Johnny also made its way into his vocabulary. John’s ears go red and he grins very, very widely when Gale taps him under the chin with a gentle utterance of “Good Johnny.”

John calls Gale a plethora of names. They range from Buck to old man to a very shy Papa, only when John is super small and feeling especially brave. It makes Gale cover his face in kisses.

All in all, Gale is an attentive, kind, thoughtful caregiver who is stern when he needs go be with the little rascal that John is. And John is a fireball when regressed, but in desperate need of the care that Gale is always, always willing to give him.

<3

[marcusoseman99]

Daisy Rabbit pt 2

Luke: Well you get some sleep kiddo, and you can help out later on.

Jessica: Ok thanks I promise that ill close up tonight.

Luke: You better I am too old for this.

*Jessica laughs as she walks behind the counter and through the door behind Luke and starts walking up the stairs. She gets to the second floor where there are four doors in a small hallway the lighting is terrible like the condition of the hallway itself with wallpaper that’s falling apart and rotten wooden floors. *

Jessica: No matter how bad it gets Luke’s will always feel like home…. even like this. I hope I can help Luke fix this place up proper one day.

*Jessica walks into one of the rooms holding a brown clutch bag the room is bland and basic bed and desk with nothing else. She walks to one of the corners of the room and pulls up a piece of the floorboards off. *

Jessica: I love this room…love that I didn’t have to share it at least bit grey but mine none the less. I wish I could tell Luke about all this mess, but I don’t want to worry about me or get scared by what I do.

*Jessica takes out the clothes she wore while she killed the man in the factory then takes out the knife she used and holds It solemnly*

Jessica: I’ll have to clean this later.

*Jessica take out her mask and holds it with both hands and looks into its empty eyes*

Jessica: I wish I could wear you all the time make everything easier but pretty sure I’d freak the fuck out of people.

*Jessica places everything she took out of the bag into the floor and puts the floorboard back in place she walks over to her bed and lays down on her back and starts looking up at the roof that has paint peeling off of it. The scene cuts to a clearly younger Jessica sitting in a different bed around 5 years old.

The room is small and even worse than the one present Jessica is in with the mattress on the ground while Jessica is sitting on it holding a raggedy doll. Thunder outside of the room gets louder and louder till Jessica is hiding under her covers. *

Jessica: MOMMY!!

*Jessica yells and yells but nothing happens till the scene shows the room get darker as time passes then a woman walks into the room with the same hair colour as Jessica she walks over and sits on the mattress. Jessica springs up and hugs her and the woman embraces her tightly but peels her off and holds Jessica by her shoulders. *

Woman: You were meant to be asleep by now you goof.

Jessica: The thunder was scary.

Woman: Oh doll it ain’t nothing that can hurt how many times have I got to tell you.

Jessica: I’m sorry-

Woman: Shut your kisser and listen to me.

*The Woman takes Jessica into her arms and rocks her gently*

Woman: Don’t you ever feel like that cuz I will always be here for you doll even if I do work late.

*They both laugh as they hug tighter*

Jessica: *muffled* I love you, Mommy.

Woman: *Laughs* I love you too Darling now hush up and sleep.

*They both lay down together and fall asleep then the scene cuts to adult Jessica Laying in the same position as her past self but in her new bed*

*The scene cuts to Kelly and Morris in a Ford model T car the men sit in silence Kelly is driving with a cigarette in his free hand while Morris rolls down his window and looks out at the streets filled with people*

Morris: You shouldn’t have been smoking at the crime scene you could have contaminated evidence.

Kelly: *inhauls his cigarette* Wow really…. *Under his breath* smartass

Morris: What did you say?

Kelly: *grunt* You. Are. A. Smartass.

Morris: I understand this is my first assignment but-

 Kelly: But nothin just shut your mouth and you might learn something.

Morris: Let’s just get to the station.

Kelly: Negative new guy I’ve had all the files we need delivered to our motel.

Morris: That is-

Kelly: IT IS…... the smartest goddamn thing you have ever hear you got me boy.

Morris: *sigh* Fine.

Kelly: Bettter not sass me or I'll throw you out this goddamn car *inhauls cigarette* fucking kids.

[sillygooseassociation]

Taking Care of You

Request: can i be self indulgent and ask you to write something fluffy about telling jason you're in terrible period pain and being surprised cause he sort of dropped his commitments of the day to come home and take care of you? (its what i'm picturing as i run around at work lol)

Description: Despite telling Jason to go to work after waking up to your period, he knows exactly what you need and comes home to take care of his girl.

Warning(s): period talk, mention of pregnancy, mention of trying for a baby not working

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: okay so i went a little away from the request by including a pregnancy subplot so oops. it came to my head and i couldn't resist, sorry lol

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You let out a groan as you roll around on your back, unable to find any comfortable position as you lay in bed, covered in fluffy blankets and a heating pad resting on your stomach. How much work would it be to rip out my uterus? You swat away your mind’s ideas, pulling the blankets even farther up your body as you try to keep your tears at bay.

A week of bleeding and being in pain wasn’t enjoyable for anyone but it felt like an extra stab in the heart this time. If you had your period, that meant another month of trying hadn’t worked. After months of taking tests only to read negative on the plastic, the disappointment had become expected, but it didn’t make it any easier. You knew Jason was hurting, he was the one that wanted to start trying anyway, he wanted the kids all to be fairly close in age. Plus, even if he didn’t admit it, you know that he wanted to be as young as possible while raising his children. Even though he was hurting, he hid it as much as he could. He held you and did all that you asked plus things you didn’t ask. 

As you think about the compassion of your fiancé, you can’t help but cry, the combination of period hormones, disappointment about the baby, and love for your partner being too much. When you woke up that morning to a red stain on the sheets, a sob immediately let your mouth and Jason was up in an instant, pulling you into his arms and whispering comfort to you. As you took a hot shower, he replaced the sheets and got out his comfiest sweater for you. He offered to stay home but you quickly shooed him out of the house, he was not about to skip post-production meetings with Apple just because you were sad.

A few hours later, you weren’t regretting that decision but you were certainly missing him and his arms around you. Sure, his thundergong sweatshirt smelled like him and you may or may not have stolen his pillow from his side of the bed, but it wasn’t the same. You look at the time on your phone, realizing that you needed to leave for lunch with your friend. As you opened up your text thread to let her know you’d be late, a crippling cramp ran through your torso. You quickly typed out an apology, explaining that you would have to reschedule, before tossing your phone to the side, bringing your body into the fetal position while you try to urge the pain away, tears running down your face as you drift to sleep. 

Feeling the bed dip next to you and a hand gently placed on your cheek, you open your tired eyes to see Jason looking at you with concerned eyes, “Hey there, beautiful.” You groaned at his compliment, feeling anything but beautiful as you stretch out your legs from their now uncomfortable position. Jason chuckles lightly though you can tell from the tone of his laugh that he was still concerned, “How are you feeling?” You look up at him to answer before looking around the room, noticing that there’s far too much light coming through the window for it to be the end of his work day, “Wait…why are you here?”

Jason laughs as he stands up from the bed, walking toward your closet as he pulls off his jeans and throws them in the laundry hamper, “I do live here, you know.” You roll your eyes and though he can’t see you, Jason can feel your annoyed expression from here, “I just decided to come home.” You sit up, leaning your back against the headboard as you search the sea of blankets for your phone. Once you find it and turn it on to see the time, your eyes widen, “Jas, you have meetings until 5, what are you doing home at noon?” He walks back into the room, now dressed in sweats and a chiefs tee, tossing you a look of mock horror, “Um, are you stalking me? Why do you know my schedule?” He catches the pillow you toss at him, showing you a bright smile as he walks to the bed and lays down next to you, “Stop acting like a little shit and tell me why you’re here.”

He chuckles lowly at your demand, pushing your heating pad to the side and lifting his your sweatshirt up just enough so he has access to your bare stomach. Being careful to not press down too hard, Jason gently massages your sore midsection, eliciting a low groan of relief from you. “Feels good, but I’m still waiting on an answer.” Jason looks up at you with an annoyed expression, “Will you just let me take care of you please?” You look back at him with an equally annoyed expression, “Not if it means you’re ignoring your responsibilities.” Sighing, Jason looks down where he continues to massage your skin, “Yes, I skipped out on the rest of my meetings. Yes, I know you told me not to do that. No, this will not ruin the timeline of production. No, you are not ruining my work.”

The bastard looks up at you with a small smirk on his face, pleased with the expression on your face at him answering all of your questions before you could even ask them. You let out a huff, crossing your arms as you look to the side of the room, not wanting to meet his eyes because you know it’ll just make you cry, “You shouldn’t have to do that though, I should just deal with my stupid issues.” Jason’s eyes, though you can’t see them, soften, the man then sits up and places himself in front of your crossed legs, “Hey, being in pain is not a stupid issue.” You turn to him, your eyes filled with tears and you try to keep in your sobs, “But I shouldn’t be so upset, th-this just means…,” but before you can finish your sentence, the floodgates open.

Jason opens his arms and you collapse into his chest, sobs wracking through your body as you cling to his shirt. He holds you close, resting his chin on the top of your head and placing kisses there, “I know baby, I know what it means.” You eventually calm down, your sobs dissipating though tears still run down your face, “I’m sorry,” you squeak out. His grip on you tightens, “What the hell are you sorry for, Y/N?” You pull back, practically kneeling in his lap as he looks at you with widened eyes, moving his grip down to your hips, “Just, I know that this isn’t easy for you either.” 

His heart shatters.

Here you are, in so much pain that you can’t get out of bed and are absolutely heartbroken, yet you’re worried about how he is feeling. Jason pulls you back into his arms, holding your head to his chest, “You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about, sweet girl. I want to keep talking about this, but how about we try to make your body feel a bit better first, huh?” You nod against his chest, knowing that everything will seem worse in your brain if you’re in physical pain too. 

Releasing you from his arms, Jason scoots off the bed and grabs the target bags he placed next to your nightstand before he checked on you when getting home. He places the bags on the bed, pulling out the different items and explaining them as he did, “Okay, so this is what I was able to pick up on my way home, but if I forgot something, I can run back, no problem.” Your heart practically melts as you see not only how much your partner cares for you, but how much he pays attention. Jason didn’t just buy any pads but the brand and kind that you like. You loved flavored potato chips but he got you kettle cooked chips instead, he knew that you craved salty snacks on your period. He was thinking through things you hadn’t even considered, and for that, you loved him.

“…Oh and your favorite ice cream is in the freezer. I thought about getting you your sherbet too but thought you would just want the chocolate.” Jason looks up with a smile on his face though it drops when he sees tears running down your face, “Y/N, baby, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” You shake your head, wiping away your tears and showing him a small smile, “No, you’re just, you’re perfect.” Jason laughs and turns away for a moment, attempting to hide his blush, before turning back to you and lightly tossing the pad pack at your face, giving you plenty of time to catch it, “All right, now I know you’re a fucking liar.”

[purgatory-hotel]

SOO, any information about the Seven Deadly Sins in your rewrite you can share?

HIII SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY LOL,, I've been unwell 💔

i don't have a lot of specific info for each individual sin yet other than little tidbits, but I can say that none of the sins are actually properly villainous/outright evil. they've still done bad things of course, but they're not Valentino levels of terrible

Satan is incredibly powerful on Earth. deadly sins can influence people directly, although most of them choose to send workers (like Asmodeus and his concubi) Satan chooses to work with humans directly since he likes to be fully in control. his least favourite sin is Lucifer since humans often get them mixed up. he also sounds like Sam Elliot :3

Beelzebub is a massive activist for hellhound rights. although hellhounds are treated like people rather than pets in my rewrite, they're still discriminated against and there's a huge problem with racism and classism in Hell. since she is so privileged and has a much higher social standing than most other hellhounds, she uses this to her advantage. she runs a shelter for homeless/otherwise disadvantaged hellhounds and makes sure they're all safe and happy. her least favourite sin is Leviathan because she's rude and encourages negative self image.

Belphegor is probably the most understanding sin. since Sloth originally referred to depression/illness in general (dismissing symptoms of a chronic condition as "laziness") she is very knowledgeable on mental health and encourages people to rest when they need to. there's doctors and hospitals in all seven rings, but Sloth is the most popular place for people to get medical help since it's the best for it. although Beelzebub mentions Belphegor having a stash of party drugs, the only recreational drug she has is weed. she produces psychiatric medication, so unless you want to have a lie down and maybe feel a bit peckish, she's probably not the best person to go to for a good time at a rave. her least favourite sin is Satan because he never knows how to chill out.

Leviathan is a girl and doesn't have a surfer aesthetic. she's a bit of an enormous bitch and mainly pushes evil things like stupid beauty standards and "diet tea" that wrecks your toilet. her least favourite sin is Beelzebub because she encourages self love.

Mammon is much less wicked than he is in canon, but he is still incredibly greedy and mainly targets children since they're more impressionable. he's definitely tried to capitalise on Fizzarolli's disabilities at some point, although he feels at least a tiny crumb of guilt as he does care about Fizzarolli, just a bit. he's incredibly flirty but he's never been in a proper relationship due to him believing that relationships have to be sexual (no one tell him that asexual people can have healthy and loving relationships, he has to figure that out on his own). his least favourite sin is Asmodeus because he thinks he's far too sappy.

Asmodeus is very passionate about basically everything; his work, his relationship, even the food he likes. he has a very strong sense of justice, so he hates that so many lust sinners are people like Valentino. His least favourite sin is Mammon because of how he's treated Fizzarolli and because he knows he doesn't like him either.

Lucifer is very similar to how he is in canon, only I want to properly explore his depression. he's spent most of the past few years being incredibly unwell mentally. he's a bit of a shut in and he spends most of his time either in bed or working on making toy ducks. I don't think he has a least favourite sin as he doesn't socialise much.

good grief pardon the yap 😭 also I hope I worded everything okay, especially regarding Lucifer and his mental health

[anessthetic]

hi! you dont have to answer this if you dont want to, you don't have to believe me if you don't want to... but I speak from my heart.

I just wanted say sorry. I'm really sorry for all those things that people of my country have been doing for these two years. nobody deserves to live in this. I know that. and I'm sorry.

I wish I could tell this to the whole world, to every person I meet. all of these things are... so terrible... the violence, the real f***ing genocide they are committing in the world is the worse thing that could ever happen. and they just... deny it. deny every mad shit that they do, hide it behind «we're right». and no one can say a word against them

I'm ashamed, I'm so f***ing ashamed of my country, of the government of this country, of people who mindlessly follow them just 'cause they said it's right.. it is not. I know it is not. and sometimes I really wanna say sorry to every person I meet, everything deep inside if me is screaming from powerlessness.

please, just know that I'm on your side, on the side of the whole world. and no matter what there are a lot of people who are on your side too.

I wish I could do more than this.

i need to make myself clear and answer to this inbox.

I have friends from russia who support me. And I know them even before the war. There are very few of them, but I’m sure of them. I know that among you there are those who support Ukraine. little amount. but still. The most important thing in this situation is to KNOW what’s going on. I don’t even call for any actions or anything else, it’s just not up to it. It’s up to you.

However, I cut myself off from this part of the fandom, so as not to make any acquaintances from there, so as not to be disappointed and listen to the thoughts that we ourselves are to blame.

That’s terrible.I don’t want to feel negative and sadness because I’m tired of it.

It’s hard not to go to propaganda lately, but it’s important not to lose critical thinking and study sources. Please do not forget to support Ukraine if you have the opportunity. financially or morally.

Don’t forget to support those who need it.

Thank you very much for supporting me. I’m glad you’re aware of what’s happening.

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elementary school teachers can honestly be either 2 types:

some of the nicest people you ever meet

some of the worst assholes you ever meet

in elementary i was fortunate enough to have mostly very angelic teachers or teachers i was neutral towards but there were some that i absolutely dreaded because they would shame me for not grasping concepts quicker than the other kids, particularly in math.

like this one teacher i had when i was 6 years old, she would shame me for “not listening” even when i WAS paying attention to the lesson but i wasn’t able to grasp the concept well like the other kids, which made me feel so bad about myself.

to my current knowledge of right now i have not been diagnosed with autism or adhd but thinking very hard about myself in the past few months i might have a certain amount of undiagnosed adhd in me, but it has always been hard for me to grasp certain concepts such as math, something i’ve struggled with and continue to struggle with in school.

this teacher (will not name her for privacy reasons but we’ll call her L) sometimes made me nervous to go to class in the morning just because of how sensitive I am to even the smallest of negative comments towards me about things i’ve done that were accidents (e.g like idk dropping supplies or forgetting something) and shamed for needing additional clarification after something is said to me. like when a teacher immediately gave up on me after she told me to go bring something to somewhere in the building and i needed to hear the destination one more time. especially when it came to line leading, which i was TERRIBLE at because even when they think the instructions they give are “simple” to them, to me they aren’t and i’m sorry i’m too “stupid” or am “not listening” to adhere by them. thankfully line leading where i am now barely exists and we all walk in crowds but whenever i am tasked being in the front line i get a terrible, terrible feeling of anxiety that reminds me of when i was in elementary.

L wasn’t like this all those two semesters, but mainly from what I can remember it was mainly in the beginning. i hated when my name was called up to the front and i would attempt and prepare myself to be shamed in front of the entire class for taking too long to figure out a problem on a topic that i wasn’t able to grasp quickly enough unlike other students.

also hated computer class. teacher was so mean and she was very loud and had no shame in telling other teachers about me and my little “problems”.

both teachers had made me cry in class (which i often feel embarrassed about) and I’ve heard comments from them like “awww c’mon! we don’t cry in 1st grade!”

BITCH.

THERE ARE FUCKING 6 YEAR OLDS IN YOUR CLASS.

HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT LITTLE KIDS TO NOT CRY IN YOUR CLASS WHEN YOU SHAME THEM FOR TINY THINGS?

teachers like that pissed me off and made me feel terrible about myself when i was younger and i still hate them. both of them are retired now but im sure as hell glad they’re not doing this to their students anymore. they deserve love and acceptance into their classroom and as much care as possible when they happen to be slower than other students in terms of understanding concepts correctly.

please don’t feel bad about yourself if someone shames you for stuff like this. everyone learns at their own pace and it’s absolutely okay! you’re just making the world a more diverse and awesome place with being you, and those who accept you for who you are add to the kindness that we are in dire need of these days. you are beautiful and you are a smart human being and i love you and everyone else loves you 🙏❤️🩷❤️🩷❤️

and on a quick additional note:

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fuck this poster to hell

(also sorry for making pretty dramatic posts in terms of drama stuff lately, i’ll go back to making cranium command and buzzy-related posts and masa posts again i promise)