#sorry for the rant and sorry that it got a bit passive aggressive

[steaming-system-takes]

A lot of endos are genuinely in very sad situations. Was scrolling endo and radqueer tags with a friend to laugh at them because some of the coined terms get so specific it's funny and we came across a flag for "NEETgenic system." Looked up what NEET means and it's "Not in Education Employment or Training."

That is isolation induced psychosis. Humans are social animals. When we are isolated for too long our brains get sick. That's what happened to this person.

Endos are harmful. Many are wearing disability as a silly costume. But some of them are systems who don't realize they have trauma or are experiencing psychosis and we need to remember that

This is not a steaming take post.

I'm only posting this because it's something we've seen a lot of people in the anti endo community doing and it needs to be talked about.

Diagnosing endogenic systems with psychosis isn't something that you have the authority to do, nor is it helpful for anyone.

I don't care what your reasoning is or how many connections you're making. Blanket diagnosing even majority of a community like this is not okay even if you have good intentions. By assuming that a large majority of endogenics and the like suffer from psychosis, you are actively harming traumagenic systems who also suffer from psychosis.

This anon isn't meaning it in a negative manner, I'm very aware of that. But even with whatever logic you may put into it, you're attempting to diagnose some random person/people on the internet that you don't know at all. And let's be honest, the whole "endos are just people with psychosis" trend only feeds the stereotype that people who suffer from psychosis are completely 100% delusional and are entirely unable from telling the difference between their delusions and reality 24/7. Which, as you would guess, isn't true.

Can we please stop trying to "one-up" endos while harming an entire community in the process. Please.

-Kaito

[dollfacedsl1ut]

Chanel purse

➼ compendium : you bought another purse without permission

➼ dynamic : !sugar mommy zyu x !fem reader

➼ warnings : guided masturbation, vibrator, squirting, onsided masturbation, phone sex, mommy jihyo obv, reader has a degradation kink, dirty talk (just jihyo), passive aggressiveness from zyu, reader is horny hearing zyu scold her :((

requested?? : nope (request are open tho)

➼ word count : 637

a/n: I’ve been obsessed with zyu recently LIKE OFMFKDKDJ (⸝⸝⸝O﹏ O⸝⸝⸝) not proofread Oopsie

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You shut your laptop after buying yet another Chanel purse with jihyos credit card, shes been on her work trip for the past 2 weeks her absence drove you mad as you started to buy any online purchase that sparked your interest including a 1.5k pink purse with a pearl handle

Your phone rang with a incoming call from jihyo, answering her raspy voice started to speak fast over the phone “y/n another purse what the fuck are you doing” you put her on speaker phone picking up your cup of tea “I got bored my bad” rolling your eyes jihyo could sense that you didn’t care about the purchase “y/n I’m so serious” her voice deepened causing you to squeeze your thighs together “m’sorry I just missed you so much I needed to occupy myself” she sighed into the mic before lecturing you, her voice just turned you on forgetting about why she even called you, the uncomfortable feeling of your panties sticking to your clit made you rock your hips against the bed the friction caused soft whimpers to escape your lips.

Thinking about using your vibrator you were a bit scared jihyo would hear the buzzing sound your eyes scanned over the bed as your eyes landed on the white hitachi wand turning it on low and sliding your panties aside the wand touched your clit as your breath hitched, rocking your hips steadily with the wand you picked up your phone before placing it on your chest you can tell jihyo was finishing her rant before a particularly loud moan escaped your lips which caused jihyo to stop talking…

“Y/n…” you could hear the dussaponntmebt in her voice “I’m sorry i couldn’t help myself-“ your whiny voice made her show a little mercy on you “are you using the hitachi wand I got you” looking down at the at the wand placed between your folds “yes I’m sorry- I just like the way your voice changes when you’re upset” your voice shook as you felt your release nearing “so you like my voice sweetheart?” The tone of her voice causes your brain to fog “it’s such a shame in not there to fuck my pretty girl silly” jihyo heard your high pitched moaning knowing you were near your release you rocked your hips faster against the wand the vibration still on low the faint buzzing sound was the only thing you heard besides your moans and jihyo helping you cum “I’m so close” your voice barely above a whisper, she heard your pleads to let you cum “turn it up higher” pressing the button the vibrations sped up you stopped rocking your hips as your legs shook and repulsed “please I need to cum please” pleads barely audible, you heard jihyo chuckle at your pleads

“why should I let you cum you spent money on a new purse without asking then proceeded to fuck yourself as I lectured you” your heart sank as you kept the vibrator to your clit trying to delay your release, thinking of a good comeback you decided to keep it to yourself really needing to cum “you know I don’t reward for bad behavior y/n” she sighed again in the mic making it harder for you to hold back “since I’ve missed your pretty voice… I’ll let you cum sweetheart” you whimpered loudly as you let go squirting all over the bed your thighs quivered as you kept the vibrator against your clit, your juices spewing out occasionally “now cut the vibrator off” removing the vibrator before powering the wand off you sat up examining the mess “I want the sheets changed by the time I get back you have 2 hours get it done” seeing the condition of the room you knew you had to get started right away

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[whatacaitastrophe]

Everything Has Changed - Chapter 6

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Chapter Song Inspiration: "I Can See You" - Taylor Swift

Chapter Warnings: none

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Author Notes: Thank you all so much for reading, reblogging, liking, and commenting on this fic (and the first one)! If you are interested in supporting me in other ways, I have a Ko-Fi link. ya girl has been behind on bills for two months and i've got a dog to feed, and every little bit helps <3

Chapter 6: Baby, If You Only Knew

Fallon shouldn’t be laughing. Firstly, laughing was incredibly painful. This was the primary reason that Fallon was desperately trying to hold in her laughter as the situation unfolded in front of her. Second, it was Astarion who was the misfortunate one who they were laughing at, and he would definitely be bothered by the fact that she laughed with Gale and Arabella. Then again, it wasn’t every day that her boyfriend was accidentally turned into a cat by her ex-boyfriend’s wild magic, so perhaps this was one of those rare moments where, despite her lover’s displeasure, laughing through the pain was acceptable. 

She didn’t need to be able to understand the meows coming from the fluffy white cat at her feet to know Astarion was furious. “Gods, to have a Potion of Animal Speaking on me right now,” Fallon giggled, wiping tears from her eyes. She looked between Gale and Arabella. “Do either of you have one?” 

“I do, actually.” Arabella offered, quickly standing up and rushing to her tent to grab the potion. 

“You know he’s never going to forgive you for this.” Fallon warned Gale, and the sorcerer chuckled. 

“I’d expect nothing less,” He shook his head. “Is it bad that I’m not sorry?” 

Fallon snorted, which earned them both a devastating glare and a hiss from the cat. “Maybe a little.” 

Arabella returned with the potion and handed the bottle to Fallon, who quickly uncapped it and swallowed down the potion in two gulps. 

A tingling sensation worked its way through her body and within moments, the angry meows coming out of the cat’s mouth were in Common. 

“Not sorry, I’ll show that bastard what not sorry looks like.” Astarion ranted as he paced and his tail lashed rapidly back and forth. 

“Are you okay, Astarion?” Fallon asked, trying to suppress her giggles once again now that she could speak with him. 

“Don’t bother holding back your laughter now, darling, it didn’t stop you before,” He huffed. “If by ‘okay’ you mean 'not at risk of being burned to a crisp by the sun', then yes, it appears I’m fine! But if you’re concern is regarding the fact that Gale turned me into a bloody fucking house cat, then no, I am ABSOLUTELY NOT FINE!” 

The last time Astarion shrieked at her like this, it was when Fallon accidentally locked him in the Githyanki creche after she and Shadowheart convinced him to steal The Blood of Lathander, and the building exploded with Astarion still inside. The effect was lessened, however, by his current fluffy situation.“Well at least we know you’re not a vampiric cat.” She offered, trying to find the silver lining of this situation. 

“Tell him to change me back this instant, or I will shred his pillow.” Astarion demanded, ignoring her optimism. 

Fallon looked at Gale. “Do you think you can turn him back?”

Gale shook his head. “I’m not even sure how he got turned in the first place, so, no. I don’t think I can.”

“Perfect, just bloody perfect.” Astarion growled, and Fallon offered him a sympathetic look. 

“Any ideas, Arabella?” Gale inquired of the teenager, a slight blush creeping back into his cheeks at the embarrassment of having to ask someone more than half his age for advice about magic. 

She shrugged. “I could try, but transformational magic that complex isn’t something I’ve done much of, so I could end up just making it worse.” 

“Yes, let’s not leave my fate to the teenager, thank you.” Astarion hopped up onto the log and perched next to Fallon. 

“He said no,” Fallon summarized, leaving Astarion’s passive aggressive insult out. Instinctively she reached over and began scratching behind Astarion’s ears, like she would with any other animal. “Is it any comfort to know that you’re an extremely handsome cat?” It was a hilariously awkward situation, but maybe if she could appeal to Astarion’s vanity he would calm down enough so he wouldn’t hurt Gale once he was human again. 

Astarion huffed again. “I know what you’re doing, and no, it is not,” He pressed his furry head into Fallon’s palm and purred. “Though that feels nice.” 

Fallon continued scratching behind Astarion’s ears, and kissed the top of his head. “So none of us have any idea how long this is going to last?” 

Arabella and Gale shook their heads, and Fallon sighed. “Well, at least we weren’t planning on traveling today anyway.” 

“Gale, would you like me to show you some more basic spells while we wait for Astarion to turn back? That way, you’ll at least be able to defend yourself when he tries to murder you.” Arabella offered.

Gale glared at the teenager. “Yes, that would be most appreciated, thank you.” He replied dryly before turning his attention to Astarion. “Astarion, I do hope you know that I didn’t turn you into a cat on purpose, and that you will consider this fact before maiming me or my belongings.” 

“I’ll maim whoever the fuck I want, I got turned into a bloody cat.” Astarion hissed, and Gale flinched. 

“He said he’ll think about it.” Fallon grinned, giggling again at the sight of a grown man being afraid of a cat. 

“Don’t lie to him.” Astarion ordered her as Gale walked away with Arabella. 

“You’re not really going to hurt him, are you?” Fallon asked, scooping Astarion up into her arms and carrying him back to their tent so she could lay down. She might as well spend their rest day curled up with a book, and a cat in her lap. “It kind of feels like bullying a toddler, with the way he can barely control his magic right now.”

“Gods, will you ever stop trying to make me a better person?” Astarion whined.

“Probably not.” 

“Fine, on my honor, I will not harm the baby sorcerer.” Astarion rolled his eyes. Fallon didn’t know cats could do that. “Can I at least be a thorn in his side until I turn back?” 

“You don't need my permission, love, but why would you do that when you could stay here and have a cuddle with me?” Fallon set Astarion down on the ground once they were inside the tent, and sat down next to him. She scratched behind his ears again, and the cat purred. 

“Mmm tempting as that is, I think I’d rather be a nuisance to the man who turned me into a cat since you won’t let me kill him.” He licked her hand affectionately, and then trotted back out of the tent, leaving Fallon alone. She shook her head and picked up her book.

Over the next hour, every so often Fallon heard the sounds of something being knocked to the ground, followed by the sound of Arabella giggling and Gale snapping Astarion’s name. With each sound of an object clattering to the ground, the volume of Gale’s voice increased, as did his frustration. She knew that Gale didn’t have many personal items with him, so it was very likely that Astarion had taken it upon himself to repeatedly knock the same object over, much like a normal cat would. She would never say this to his face, but Fallon was of the opinion that Astarion made an excellent cat. He certainly had the right attitude. 

Fallon did not put her book down until she heard the telltale “wooshing” sound of transformational magic, followed shortly by a surprised shout from Gale and the sound of Astarion’s voice.

“Don’t you run from me, Gale!” Astarion shouted, and Fallon moved so quickly she barely had time to register the pain that shot through her body as she exited her tent to bear witness to whatever was happening outside. Arabella was standing between the grown men with a large force field surrounding her body, causing Gale and Astarion to run in circles around her as they tried to get to each other. A wide grin bloomed on Fallon’s face and she just stood there, watching, not bothering to intervene. Gale’s gaze fell to Fallon and lingered there a moment too long, grinning at her. That was when Astarion struck, tackling Gale to the ground. 

They tumbled in the dirt, wrestling each other like two schoolboys. Fallon looked at Arabella, and the tiefling shook her head. Whatever the goal was, neither Gale or Astarion seemed to have any intention of actually causing the other serious physical harm, so Fallon was inclined to just let them burn each other out. Fallon walked over to Arabella. “How was spell training?” She asked. 

“It actually went pretty well– Gale is a fast learner. Of course, we didn’t get through many of them, thanks to Catstarion causing chaos.” Arabella giggled, her eyes still on the men in the dirt. “I don’t remember the two of them being this…combative the last time I saw you all.” 

Fallon laughed once. “You’ve missed a lot.” 

“I mean, I had a feeling since you’re sharing a tent with Astarion now, and not Gale.” Fallon had forgotten that the last time Arabella shared a camp with them all, Fallon had been in a relationship with Gale. 

“Fair enough,” She conceded. Fallon turned her head to look at Arabella. “Did you see Gale blush earlier when you asked if they kissed?” Fallon needed to be certain she hadn’t been the only one to notice. She’d heard the way Gale flirted with Astarion the night the vampire called him Fallon’s new stray dog, reminding him that Astarion loved Scratch, too, but Fallon had assumed that was just to shake Astarion’s confidence and confuse him. 

“Oh, he totally blushed.” Arabella confirmed. “Do you think they have? Kissed?” 

Fallon went quiet for a moment and turned her attention back to Gale and Astarion wrestling. As Astarion’s partner, the thought of him kissing someone else, especially her ex-boyfriend, should bother her. Only…it didn’t. When she pictured Astarion and Gale kissing, it wasn’t an unwelcome sight. Her mind drifted and the picture in her mind shifted. Fallon pictured herself between Astarion and Gale, their hands roaming over her body as they kissed each other, and she could feel her body heating at the thought. After perhaps a second of hesitation too long, Fallon shook her head to rid herself of the fantasy and to deny Arabella’s question. “Definitely not. Astarion can barely stand to be around the same campfire as Gale. It would never happen.”

Gale and Astarion had finally slowed, as Gale had finally tapped out and apologized to Astarion for turning him into a cat. As they lay on the ground next to each other panting, another image flashed through Fallon’s mind: the two of them laying next to each other, panting because they’d just satisfied her so thoroughly she couldn’t remember her own name. Fallon’s heartbeat picked up as treacherous arousal bloomed inside of her. No, she wouldn’t mind any of those things at all. 

Well, she thought to herself. That’s going to be a problem. 

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[fictionkinfessions]

It bothers me a little when minors complain about adults not wanting to interact with them in kin spaces 😭 You can always make your own server or whatever? I’m sorry I don’t want to hold back things I shouldn’t say around minors, and I want to actually express myself. I’m REALLY not the type to hate minors or think they’re worlds apart from adults, but you DO have to act different around them, it’s just not appropriate to treat them like adults. I can interact with them just fine, but sometimes I want my own space to talk about shit it would be irresponsible to say to them.

I got pretty fucked up in high school from adults talking to me about their financial/relationship/mental health issues, and making me feel like I have to save them, as a kid who didn’t know what to say. I know I can’t avoid my mental health when talking about kin stuff, and I can’t bear the idea of some high schooler who has enough to worry about already stressing out about if I’m okay. Yeah I feel bad if adults worry about me, too, but it’s still different.

Idk, it just feels a bit entitled sometimes. You have a right to be mad if someone’s being a dick to minors, but it’s pretty frustrating to hear people whine about adult spaces just existing. I can often sympathize a little, cause I DO feel bad that so many servers and stuff are 18+ only, but idk, it’s not like they did that to hurt you or anything, honesty it was probably to try and avoid hurting you? You can vent, but at a certain point, just make your own minor-friendly space. At least don’t make people feel guilty for just wanting to feel comfortable, it’s not targeted.

Anonymous asked:

Hey, can you add this onto my kinfession about minors being mad about adult kin spaces?

To be clear, it’s totally fine to just vent about being upset. That’s never an issue. I only really find it an issue if you’re passive aggressive, or trying to make people feel bad, or imply they hate minors or something.

I was ranting cause I was frustrated, so I don’t think I made this clear, but of COURSE venting isn’t a bad thing. This blog is literally FOR venting. It’s fine. I just don’t like when people act like it’s a personal attack on them, or like they have a right to be in any space they want.

[nerosdayinanime]

seijatachi played and i dipped my toes back into the still unnamed kny tokyo ghoul au

smthn smthn fox trio retired their fox masks since theyre pretty high-profile from before they moved to the 19th ward, sabito & makomo switched to rabbit masks (sabito's white w red eyes, makomo's gray with closed eyes & smile) & giyuu switched to a black cat mask with yellow eyes. all three have fur cape kinda things attached to the back of the masks to hide their hair (sabito did it originally bc his pink hair is a dead giveaway) their old fox masks are associated with a small gang of ghouls bc sakonji made them all their masks himself, at first they started out as just "Fox - [number]" but the numbers slowly kept climbing and their masks started getting custom designs so they started naming em proper, makomo's "Fox - Comedy", giyuu's "Fox - Tragedy" & sabito's "Fox - Reaper"

when tanjiro & nezuko joined sakonji made them fox masks bc theyre part of the family too :) but they still get different masks for actual use bc the CCG is very weary of the fox ghoul group, especially if new ones popped up

i was gonna put it in the tags but its too long lol

first scene i got down goes like: nezuko loses herself to hunger a little and starts running towards smthn that smells good, tanjiro following her bc he doesnt want her to get hurt, they find genya crouched over his kill and she starts having a breakdown, genya politely offers a bite before kaigaku comes in and starts kicking him around for hunting in 'his territory', giyuu arrives and beats kaigaku's ass before telling him to fuck off, giyuu suddenly realizes tanjiro's human & nezuko's not a full ghoul and walks closer questioningly, tanjiro steps in front of her protectively and asks him to stop approaching her, giyuu sits down placatingly & genya realizes tanjiro's human and gets a bit nervous watching them, nezuko still having her breakdown denying that shes a ghoul, giyuu "youre not a ghoul.. youre not human either- youre something else entirely.", genya pipes up "im not a normal ghoul either- you're not alone.", they chat a bit and genya tentatively asks if theyd not… out genya as a ghoul… tanjiro shakes his head "of course not- you've been nothing but polite to us!", giyuu escorts them to their cafe and tries to get nezuko to understand what being any part ghoul is like without scaring her, sakonji takes over when they get there, sabito comes in from his rounds pissed off about something and slaps his mask on a table ranting about it before he notices There Are Kids Here and hes being Scary, at first hes shocked abt tanjiro and shifts his eyes back to white but then he notices nezuko "woah… how'd that happen?" giyuu "i wasnt going to ask about that yet." sabito "ah, sorry. you can… keep on.." and goes back to quietly arranging his shit

in front of people sabito keeps up a kind/peppy personality but he very easily dips into being intimidating when hes mad, people in the cafe usually only see it when assholes start harrassing makomo or other female workers/diners and he takes them outside- its also about the only time people will see giyuu proper Scowl instead of his usual blank/airy look. when nezuko joins as a server (with tanjiro) people are a little less likely to yell in the proximity of a 14 year old girl, but if they do sabito tries to not be as outwardly scary around her and adopts a frankly even more sinister look where hes passive-aggressively smiling with blatant murder in his eyes, tanjiro usually guides her to the other end of the cafe when he starts looking at people like that,,,,

[knownangels]

making out in the rain (october prompt)

Maran laughs.

Beside him on the couch, Benny’s chin tilts in curiosity. His fist is still tucked underneath, a leg drawn up to balance himself; the movie has engrossed him. Rare. Maran has noticed he’s picky about movies. Their story, sure, and how immersed he feels about it. But Maran’s also never heard a guy rant the way he does about shoddy acting.

He hasn’t ranted for the last fifteen minutes, at least. Ben’s a quiet movie watched, to Maran’s complete opposite preferred viewing experience. Still, he lets Maran add commentary here and there. Crack jokes. Doesn’t get mad, doesn’t sigh all passive-aggressive, tell him he’s ruining it.

Benny talks now, though. He leans over, tilted a bit to catch Maran’s eye.

“This is very serious, Maran.” He wiggles a tattooed knuckles at the television. “Why are y-you laughin’? Something funny about a good climax?”

On screen, the protagonist-slash-final girl (boy, really) is locked in a rainy embrace with a side character. The two clutch each other, kissing and crying in what is likely the adrenaline-comedown of relief. Rain washing off the blood they’ve accumulated throughout the, frankly, gorefest of a film.

Now, Maran knows it’s all fake. Rubber prosthetics and clay modeled faces, buckets of dyed corn syrup with styrofoam chunks. But he’s still glad to watch it all away. It’s just…it’s just the other part of the scene that’s making his stomach do weird things. The nausea of a horror watch lingering, he supposes.

“I mean, no.” Maran laughs again, awkward now. He gestures at the scene, cheeks hot for some reason. “Just…feels a bit much?”

Benny quirks an eyebrow. He’s got that nasty, mean sneer on his face. Which usually means Maran is about to get roasted over the fire and have to scramble to keep up with the witty teasing.

“You a homophobe, Maran? Is that your issue? The gay agenda in your g-good Christian horror?”

Maran’s he nearly unhinges.

“That’s not—“ He starts.

Benny’s grin widens.

“I’m not even—“ He tries again, desperate. He goes to his knees on the couch. “You’re not serious.”

Benny only stares at him. Challenging.

“You’re being— that wasn’t what I—!”

He trails off because Benny hoots, slaps his knee. The sting sticks even through his jeans, and Maran rubs the spot. His stomach hurts.

“Jesus. Your f-face.” Benny pulls an impression of him then, and Maran has to admit it’s pretty spot-on. His cheeks feel so bloody hot.

“I. Am. Not.” Maran asserts. He drops back to his spot, arms crossed petulantly. “I was gonna say it felt rushed. And that kiss scenes are always - y’know. Weird.”

Benny scoots closer, arm flung around the back of the couch.

“Ooh. Unpack that.”

He suddenly doesn’t want to. He suddenly would rather be at the edge of a cliff. “No.”

“Come on. Can’t drop media critique circa Hayes Code and then not back it up?”

Maran frowns, brows furrowing. He’s got no idea what computer science or coding has to do with horror cinema, but he makes note of that to ask Nomi about it later. She’ll know.

“I mean. I dunno. It’s always a bit uncomfortable, yeah?” His hands twist awkwardly in his hoodie pocket. The credits on screen begin to roll, punctuated with a bass-heavy rock anthem from the opening scene. Benji would like it, probably. He’d be an arse about the drumming, but he’d like it.

“What is?” Benny leers, leaning into his space more. “Watching, or—?”

Watching, or?

Maran feels the heat in his face with a palm, laughing once more. “Sure. But, like, you know it’s actors, yeah? That’s like…you’re suckin’ face with a coworker, practically? How d’you reckon you water cooler that convo later?”

“With fat pockets. They get paid fuckin’ bank to pretend.” Benny sits back. “I’m sure they’re very professional.”

“Or nude scenes.”

His attention is back on Maran, and so is that nasty grin. “I’m sorry? Nude scenes?”

“Fuck off.” Maran pouts. He shoves Benny’s poking finger away from his arm.

“Nude scenes! You can say sex, Maran. It’s not a dirty word.”

But it is, isn’t it? That’s why it makes Maran feel warm to say, to think, no less watch on screen. Especially with friends around? In a theater, in public? It’s just too intimate to playact. He sort of wishes everything just faded to black, and the characters got their privacy.

“I know.” He huffs. He squirms down into the mass of blankets they’ve accumulated, hiding his burning cheeks in the top of his hoodie. “Put the next one on, already.”

“You didn’t rate that one.”

He considers it for a moment. “Seven.”

Benny hums thoughtfully. “Hm. Would have given it an eight if y-you weren’t a homophobe.”

Maran lurches across the couch and grabs at his shirt, shaking him and growling playfully until they fall to the ground with a bang! that draws the downstairs neighbor’s typical pounding. They watch two more movies, but by the middle of the second, Benny’s heavy body is slumped into him. His arm still wraps behind the couch, and because there’s no threat of someone walking in, Maran wiggles closer.

Even though the last film wasn’t too bad on the gore, his stomach still feels strange. Tight, nearly sore like after a workout. Warm like his face.

“Must have been the nachoes.” He says under his breath, trying to lean for the remote without waking Benny.

[skaruresonic]

I doubt my words will mean anything of substance, bit if if it helps in any way: don't ever feel like you deserve any of the shit these people have been flinging at you

The truth of the matter is that someone who spends so, SO much time online obsessing over some strangers, just to compile a list of reasons to hate them is, in all likelyhood, an insecure little dipshit, the very picture of a loser, basement dweller, who's got nothing worthwhile going on in their miserable life and feels a whole bunch of frustration over it, so they pick on easy targets to make them feel even more miserable than they are. If they feel like they've made someone else feel even worse than they then they'll be able to get high on that feeling of power.

Unfortunately I realise that may not really fix the fundemental issue of having so many of them jump down your throat all the time, especially when nowadays modern internet fandom spaces outright encourage this type of behavior as being morally acceptable. But if it means anything try to hang in there, and confide in your friends, irl or online, when things get too much for you to handle

Like bruh, it's 9 in the morning. Maybe let me wake up before dropping that kind of ask on me lol.

Tbh, I've been noticing a certain... maybe, passive-aggressive? ...tone in some anon asks I receive, as if implicating me in something (ex. mention in a post how Shadow gets Sonic's goat, anon immediately asks "Weird how fans never mention Eggman getting Sonic's goat," as if I'm included in that group).

Might be overthinking it. Part of me wants to believe I'm misinterpreting the tone. It's difficult to tell because I usually want to give people the benefit of the doubt, but after a while the backhanded nature of such remarks erode your self-esteem.

I'm not sure if that was what they were aiming for, but they chose a really bad day to send such an ask. I'm sorry for the rants, just really emotional rn.

Unfortunately I realise that may not really fix the fundemental issue of having so many of them jump down your throat all the time, especially when nowadays modern internet fandom spaces outright encourage this type of behavior as being morally acceptable.

They're not jumping down my throat as hard as they've jumped down Crusher or Beev's throats, but the constant nature of this stuff really is a big part of the reason why most of us are quietly jumping ship. Even when they have no reason to, they can't help but crawl in through the kitchen window. After a while you just have to say "Fuck it, I tried" lol.

[yuumaofc]

//EP. 5; Did I do something wrong..?

Damn it’s been a whole ass month since I last updated this series🧍🏻 IM BEING FR RN GUYS I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES😭😭 I low key be forgetting that I’m a writer on here💀

UM SO ANYWAYS HAVE THIS UPDATE AS AN APOLOGY FOR MY MONTH LONG DISAPPEARANCE🤡

TW//

MC’s POV

It’s strange.. I don’t know how I should be feeling as of right now. The brothers have been avoiding me for at least a week now. Have I done something offensive to them? I don’t recall a moment where I could have possibly done so.. And if that were to be the case, they would speak to me face to face about it. I know them, I’ve lived with them for 2 years now!.. Maybe I just don’t know them well enough as they’re probably older than Saturns rings.

Have I wronged them? Why are they avoiding me? Why won’t they talk to me? I want to speak to hear mammon talk about ways to scam other demons, as bad as it may be. I want to hear Asmo tell me about how his photo shoot and after school spa day went. I want to listen to Levi rant about how invested he is in a new anime he’s discovered. I want to be able to have small talk with Lucifer over tea after working all day. I want to have passive aggressive banter with Satan. I want to listen to Beel give me his newest addition to his workout routine. I want to stay by Belphie’s side while he sleeps and comfort him when he has nightmares.

I want to listen to them. I want to hear them. I NEED to be with them!

I don’t think I’ll be able to live without them. I’ve become so attached to them that they’re the first thing I think of when I wake up in the mornings.

I bit my fingers and peeled tiny bits of the skin around my fingernail off. A very bad habit of mine that I thought I got rid of back in junior high school. I guess I was wrong.

My breathing became uneven as the self deprecating thoughts flooded my head and forced my composure to come loose.

MC- ‘Maybe I’m just overreacting.. Maybe they’ve just been having a bad day! Yeah that could be it. No no no you’re wrong, it’s been a whole week and they still aren’t talking to you! Something’s wrong. You’ve done something wrong. I did a bad thing!-‘

Felix- “MC? A-are you okay? I was just passing by your room and heard muttering.. I thought it was nothing till I noticed the sound of fast paced footsteps in here so I thought that I’d check up on you. I guess that was a good decision? I-I mean it- It’s not really my place to invade your privacy a-AND in no way is invading your privacy a good thing to do! I- um I was just checking up on you because.. y-your footsteps made you sound.. distressed??? I-IM SORRY FOR BARGING IN HERE AND THEN JUST RANTING NVM I-I’LL GO!-“

MC- “No!”

I lunged out at him and grabbed his wrist before he could rush out of my room. He jolted and yelped at the sudden feeling of being pulled back into my chest. I never really noticed how small he was compared to me but I don’t noticed a lot of things till I deem it whatever.

MC- “No.. Don’t go. It’s fine that you came in here.. Do you mind staying with me for a bit? I need someone to confide my feelings in and with the brothers ignoring me, I don’t think I’ll be able to confide in any of them any time soon.”

Felix- “O-oh! Okay”

As soon as he agreed to listen to me, I pulled him over to my bed and sat him down with me so that I can speak with him comfortably. It wouldn’t be very comfortable to have more than an hour long conversation with someone while standing if you have somewhere to sit.

As I rambled on and on, Felix sat across from me. Listening attentively and making small but meaningful comments every now and then. I know I shouldn’t have opened up to him so easily but I needed someone to confide in and the brothers were avoiding me so I couldn’t help it. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Felix’s POV

MC fell asleep not too long ago, having cried themself to sleep after contemplating if the brothers wanted to keep them around anymore. They’re not be aware of it but it pains me to see MC so hurt. But to see MC so vulnerable but relaxed and snoring softly puts me at ease. It keeps the raging concern and worries to calm down.

“My my!~ I didn’t know you were one for watching the people you like sleep! How perverted of you, Felix~”

I flinched and looked over my shoulder to see Kain standing there with a smug yet teasing smirk displayed across his handsome face. Kain was an incubi but his drive was much more mellow than other incubi and succubi. More for seeking out the flustered faces and fluttering butterflies in your stomach.

Felix- “Kain.. Are you the reason why the brothers are avoiding MC..?”

Kain- “HmHm! You could say that~”

I hardened my stare towards him.

Felix- “How could you do such a thing?! They mean so much to MC! I may have feelings for them but that doesn’t mean you can just go and ruin their life!”

Kain- “Oh but it was that very reason that your beloved confided in you isn’t it?~”

I stiffened at his comment. He wasn’t wrong at the very least. Whatever Kain did truly did lead to MC confiding in me, causing us to grow a little closer than before. But it was cruel!

Kain- “Oh? Cat got your tongue? Hmhmhm! Silly little human boy, it seems as even though you’ve forgotten about our little deal we had!”

I gulped. Of course I remember the deal. We made it when I awoke in the nurses office two weeks ago. We made a deal to share my body whenever he pleases, just as long as he doesn’t do anything to cause MC to dislike me in anyway. When he takes control, I’m not aware of what he’s doing. It’s like I fall unconscious until he gets bored of me or something..

Felix- “N-no, I remember.. wh-what did you do..?!”

Kain smiled menacingly and covered mouth with his hand before laughing at my pitiful expression.

Kain- “Let’s just say that its for me to know, and you to find out!~”

I widened my eyes at his comment, he did something bad. Something horrible and now MC has to pay the price.

MC, my one and only, did I do something wrong..?

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HEEYYYYY AND WE’RE DONE WITH THE FIFTH CHAPTERRRRR YAAYYY FINALLY SOMETHING AFTER A MONTH AND A HALF OF STRESSING OVER THIS CHAPTER AND SCHOOL IVE FINALLY GOT SOMETHING OUT ARE YOU PROUD OF ME I KNOW ITS SHORT BUT ITS THE BEST IVE GOT FOR NOW *sob*

Anyways, Happy thanksgivings giving to those who live in the US! Be grateful for this chapter👹

/j you dont have to be since I think it’s a little underwhelming AND I BET YOU DIDNT SEE THE TITLE BEING IN FELIXS WORDS DIDJA >:D

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[tohokuu]

rant -

@nkogneatho

some guy used me to cheat on his girlfriend, except he told me they weren’t together and that he was single.

we sent each other nudes (which was an obvious mistake)

i still felt a little bit guilty abt it so i told my friend. my friend is friends with the girlfriend. i’ve never met the girlfriend tho- like we’ve never talked or anything

my friend told me that i should go and be honest and tell her what happened bc him and his girl never broke up… they were together the whole time …

see i haven’t talked to this guy either in like a few months and we don’t have social media or see each other so idk what’s going on w his life yk

i told his girlfriend everything and she didn’t believe me … she told me she knows him and that she doesn’t know me at all and that she would never believe me over his word. i barely had proof bc we never saved the conversation and he unadded me just a day later … i didn’t care tm and i unadded him as well and the chat got deleted so i can’t even pull anything up

she refused to believe me. called me a liar and a weirdo and she said that she’s heard rumors about me and how “i enjoy ruining people’s relationships for fun” and i was so shocked. this isn’t highschool LMFAO. why are we doing this…

she was so so fucking rude to me, guys. she said “you’re giving up because no one believes your lies and how you tried to ruin a relationship” and also said “enjoy being friendly with guys and trying to fill up the empty ass hole in you” “fix yourself” … i just took a lot of disrespect and i gave up trying to explain. i told her “here’s what happened. take it or leave it”

i provided her everything that she asked for except i had no texts between the guy and me

like i’m genuinely so blown.

if a girl told me this, i’d leave my man so quick.

he literally has a chokehold on her and refuses to believe what anyone else says. thing is- he has his friend helping him and i have a friend tryna help me too but she’s not believe us no matter what

the friend also told me who it was that was spreading the rumor about me being a homewrecker and it’s someone i’ve known for 14 years … that’s so :/

this is my bestfriend. i see her in class every day.

idk if it’s her and i’m not gonna jump to conclusions too fast but i genuinely hope this isn’t her bc if it is, idek what to do anymore

-

then another one of my friends got mad at me bc i said i didn’t want to pick up 6 ppl from their houses and waste gas… she got so mad and disrespected me so badly and i still said sorry so many fucking times.

then after, i texted her today and told her i didn’t like the VERY passive aggressive way she spoke to me and instead she wrote paragraphs basically just gaslighting me and i’m like… ☠️

like it isn’t working, you’re not gaslighting me. you look stupid rn trying

that sucked as well and then i blocked her ass bc no

-

the third thing is that i had a fallout with a friend and i ended up talking a lot of shit about the things they did that bothered me and stuff but we ended up becoming friends again and yk… she’s honestly so sweet and so caring and i felt horrible for what i did. i texted her today and told her everything and held up responsibility for it but she hasn’t answered. i think she looks her phone

[twinklecupcake]

I hope this isn't too many BUT! 6, 7, 9 for Pigsy and Tang. 2 and 18 for Xiaoqing. And 2 and 14 for Syntax (because I can and will throw him in).

THERE IS NEVER TOO MANY!

Pigsy + Tang (putting both answers together for coherency)

Favourite thing this character has said?

Pigsy: Just about any line that shows he does love and care about the rest of the cast. Like the worried/furious "You're supposed to be his mentor!" rant or the "You're pretty great to me."

Tang: The speech to Macaque in the lantern, yes, hello?

What do you like most about this character?

Pigsy: I mean this guy just appeals to me because he checks off my "acts like a jerk but never goes too far + actually does love everyone and they KNOW it" box. I remember first starting the show (to the joy of one of my friends, who'd been on it since the premiere) and thinking "Oh, great, he's a Jerk Boss, this is gonna be not fun." Aaand then I got to the part in the premiere when they all thought MK had been killed and was like "Oh. He's Boss Dad actually. Oh no, this is hitting one of my Character Appeal Buttons." and that was it.

Tang: He's. Multidimensional. He's so petty and passive-aggressive sometimes, but he loves his family. He casually insults people but he knows not to cross lines. He's got a bit of a superiority complex but ALSO is secretly insecure as hell about his place on the team? He gave no fucks about pretty demon ladies trying to flirt, like sorry ladies he's too gay for this. He got between Mei and a scary-as-hell Macaque and tried to protect her, even though he's squishy and knew he would have stood no chance, but he did it anyway without even thinking because she's basically his kid too.

He's the Blorbo I wasn't expecting to have.

What’s your favourite headcanon(s) for this character?

Pigsy: I've seen the headcanon that, whether he's a reincarnation of Zhu Baijie or the actual guy, he was under the "100 doomed romances" curse and that Tang was number 101 and so they're not doomed. idk why but I really like that headcanon?

Tang: I honestly love the headcanon that he's a college teacher. Actually I saw this headcanon so frequently that for a little bit I thought I must have missed something in the show and had to quickly double-check to see if it was canon.

Xiaoqing

What song(s) remind you of this character?

What’s something you associate this character with? E.g. a certain colour, object or scenery?

The color green (natch), bicycles, lilies.

Syntax

What song(s) remind you of this character?

What outfit would you really like to see this character wear? Or what’s your favourite outfit of theirs?

I'm gonna answer the first question: I wanna see this man in lazy wear. Let him wear sweatpants and a baggy college tee shirt and slippers. I mean I'm just pretty sure he doesn't sleep much anyway, surely sometimes he just isn't in the mood to do a lot of grooming or to look presentable. Sometimes he should be allowed to dress like a tired college programming student who just stopped caring this week.

[the1975attheirverybest]

to add a little bit more the matty healy is a racist name came from my friend changing everyone's name and channel name to matty healy and most people left without saying anything (which says a lot about how thye communicate because when the argument happened before i got a dm being like can you clarify how they felt instead of messaging them) but i have also mentioned the bringing up matty thing to one of them and they were like yeah the person who foes it the most on purpose finds reasons to hate him like they are a hater and that doesnt even just stick for matty. but the argument was about bts and how their management plays into its fetishisation and when i got the dm about it was so tempting just to say this is literally how i feel when you bring up the 1975

i guess i was really upset at first like we had been on a discord call and i left because i was like i cba to deal with passive aggressive matty comments and also a comment about how "i bet hes talking to his other friend group" (which i wasnt but then did ✌️) and then sobbed on the sofa (like listening to there better be a mirrorball like omg everything is changing) but nothing major has happened since so im fine about it? im just like if this is all it takes to disrupt a friendship was it ever that good? we've all know each other in the context of the group for two years and certain people ive known longer and yet we can't have a direct conversation about our annoyances with each other? because as much as i love them all this is kinda only surface level, there is more i could mention but this is all probably a lot already and doesnt make much sense - 🐸

Oh my goodness. I’m so so sorry :(((( this is me sending you virtual hugs and love 💗

Yeah, you’re right. I had a “friend” that I disagreed with on a political issue one time, and they blocked me instantly. I was pretty upset about it (because we were on the same side! Like we’re both leftists we were just disagreeing on HOW something should be achieved) then I found out from a mutual friend that they were already kinda done with the friendship and looking for an excuse to cut it off. So, like, if it takes something like that for them to be like “can’t be friends anymore” then it says more about them than it does about you.

I’m sorry you had to deal with that though. We’re all here for you and would not only be open, but positively delighted, to hear your 1975 takes! You can always rant here hahaha.

[ellabsprincess]

Thought about you all day at work babe. Made me feel better when I cried so hard I got a migraine after a customer told me to KMS and yelled at me for a solid five minutes. I’ll come back and flirt when I feel less shit.

- passive aggressive anon

oh baby!! i'm so fucking sorry :(( but i'm glad i could make you feel a bit better? :)

that's horrible i fucking hate people sometimes, i'm so sorry that happened to you baby. please please take care of yourself, get some sleep if you're tired, eat your favorite foods, maybe watch a cute show or movie and just relax. i'm here if you want to talk, rant, or flirt, just take your time my love <33

[jargop-doe]

Well, that just happened.

I finally blew up at my female gene donor. Woohoo.

Was working on folding my clothes, listening to music, had the TV muted because a) I don't like football and b) I didn't want to get distracted. By the way, this is ✨foreshadowing✨!

Anyhoo, my lovely brother walks in, and after (I guess) wandering around the room aimlessly for a little bit (Wasn't really paying attention because why would I? Also I am less than fond of him.), asks me where the TV remote is. Or maybe if the remote is under my clothes. I say that I don't know. He asks me to check. I ask him to wait a bit.

Maybe as much as 2 minutes passes, and he asks again. I respond with a slight bit of irritation (actually a slight bit, I'm not being particularly sarcastic yet), as he literally stood there and stared at me the entire time he was waiting. Pretty sure he asks a third time, at which point I sort of snap and ask him to be patient for more than ten seconds. My lovely female gene donor expressed that she is displeased about how I addressed him, which was fair, but I still do not appreciate it.

God dammit I'm dissociating slightly and I'm trying to do something that involves memory, this is inconvenient.

Side Note: My brother was just throwing something against the wall we share repeatedly, and I got annoyed and yelled at him to stop. My lovely male gene donor came to tell me off and found that my door was locked and made me unlock it to more politely request "that you stop that incessant banging as it is quite distracting"

Back to the main topic of my rant.

Female gene donor expressed displeasure. I gave a vague acknowledgement of this that wasn't really anything and went back to folding my clothes. Eventually my brother asks again and I tell him to wait, at which point my female gene donor forces me to remove both of my earbuds so that I can hear her speaking to me oh so clearly and look for it. I halfheartedly pick up the clothes remaining to be folded and look under them and inform the two inquiring minds that it is not there. They are of course not particularly pleased about this approach, and my female gene donor is as pleased about this as my brother is. I am told to look a bit more thoroughly.

I begin informing them that I would prefer not to as I am in the middle of a task. Somewhere through this my volume begins to raise and I am yelling so loudly that my male gene donor comes upstairs to see what is going on. I cannot remember the exact details of what I said, but the general idea is as follows:

I do not wish to look for the TV remote because I am in the middle of something. When I am doing something, the goal is generally to complete the aforementioned thing. I do not wish to look for the television remote because I have spent enough of my life failing to complete tasks because I get distracted in the middle of them by another task. I am currently folding my laundry. I will search for the remote when I have completed the task of folding my laundry. It is quite possibly under one of the tall piles of clothes I have already folded, and I am not going to disturb them for the purpose of finding the remote.

Of course, both of my gene donors found issue with this method of communication, so I rephrased the main point "I am in the middle of something and I do not wish to be distracted and fail to complete it" with less yelling. I am scolded, which I ignored completely, as I was (and frankly still am) severely angry.

After some time, I return to folding my laundry, and after completing it move the sheets on the back of the couch. Lo and behold, there lies the remote! I set the sheets aside and hand the remote to my sibling with equal amounts of passive aggression and stony politeness.

In case anyone read this and is confused, gene donor=parent. Also, the tone is more than a little bit passive aggressive, sorry about that. It's not directed at you.

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

//ooc//

I'll add a bit to that

I agree whole heartedly but there is more to it. Parents usually tune their kids to ridicule people who think mental abuse is real so that they could overshadow what they did. I myself was enver I trounced to the words "walking on eggshells" because that was the norm. If any adult got mad at our house, we had to walk on eggshells, be it my parents or my elder brother who more than susually uses that to his advantage. When ypu teach kids that mental abuse isn't a thing... you are gaslighting them... you are telling them that words they listen to, words that stick to their head are just them being sensitive. That's what I was called as well! Now I realise all that was never sensitivity but very in fact very, very justified. If you yell at me all day because you forgot that one thing around morning time... I will stand up for myself and tell you that you are mentally abusing me?

Also in Asia therapy isn't a thing... it doenst exist, you live life and figure shit out. Forget personal space, you'll be lucky if your phone can have its brightness down. All these conditions and guess what? The most cocooned children I k ew grew up to have boyfrinds by twelve... First kisses by 13, 14. All these obstacles to keep ypur children trapped and the second they can walk out... they sprint... thats what they do? That's what evrry one that is stick does.

Sorry for my passive aggressive rant but it is what it is

I don't think many people realise this?

Abuse sirf maarne ya daatne se nahi hota hain. Abuse ko bohot saare compartments mein toda jaa sakta hain. Ek bachhe ko apni Ma baap ka samman of course karna chahiye lekin iska matlab ye nahi ki is samman ka fayda lutake woh aapko force kare unki taraf chelne ke liye.

Agar hum narrative ko badal dete hain to kuch aisa hota hain.

Agar aapko ek baccha diya jaata hain aur woh kehte hain ki either aap bachpan se bilkul full attention bacche ko de kar bara karoge to phir woh aapki baat har waqt sunega/sunegi khush hoke. Ya phir aap jab bhi gussa aata hain uske upar gussa nikal te ho to woh aapki har baat sunti/sunta hain lekin darr darr k. Aage jaa kar ek na ek din ye uske mental health pe davaav dega aur woh dunia se dhire dhire bichar jayegi/jayega. Log, usually, aasaan tarika chun lete hain.

Mere feed pe bohot toxic family, bad family ke posts arahe the toh ye achanak se mere dimaag pe aa gira.

[spidey-stark]

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary - Peter is late for yet another date with the reader and shows up to her apartment injured and finally ready to share his secret identity with them. 

Warnings - Mentions of sex, mentions of blood 

Word Count - 2,669

Authors Note - I’m still just madly in love with Andrew Garfield rn so I can’t stop writing bad one shots about tasm!Peter. 

Three hours and thirty-seven minutes. 

That’s how long I had been waiting on him. Over three-and-a-half hours of sitting cross-legged on the end of the my bed, patiently staring at the phone screen and hoping to see it light up with his contact picture. After the first hour had passed, though, that patience quickly began to morph into annoyance as I sent a somewhat passive aggressive text his way--once again getting no reply. But at least I still had some hope that he would eventually respond. However, by the time the second hour rolled around, most of that hope had been completely lost. 

Being late once or twice is one thing. Things happen and I was well aware that people couldn’t always be as punctual as I might prefer. This wasn’t the first time that Pete had left me hanging without so much as a simple text though. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time this week that he had been late. 

I stared blankly at the phone, reaching forward to tap the screen to make it light up, displaying my lockscreen. That picture was probably one of the only things that was keeping me from being totally furious with him. 

It was hard to look at the picture that his Aunt May had snapped of the two of us without having all my anger fade away just a bit. The sight of the two of us after we had fallen asleep on their couch one night--his arms wrapped around me with his mouth wide open and my face buried in his chest--made it difficult to continue being mad at him. Staying mad at Pete had always been difficult. But lately it was less about being angry with him and more about feeling hurt. 

Just as I leaned my head back slightly, my fingers pulling at my hair for probably the billionth time tonight, I felt my mattress vibrating from underneath my phone. Quickly, I snatched it off the bed, hitting the green button before it could even complete the first ring. 

“What’s the excuse this time, Pete?” I sighed into the phone. 

“I am so sorry-” it was hard to even hear what he was saying over the sound of wind blowing into the speaker, but even then it was still evident from his tone that the apology was genuine. “I swear I was going to call and let you know that I was going to be late but I just couldn’t find the time and then-” 

“Save it.” I interrupted him. “Don’t worry about it tonight, ok? I get it. Things happen.” 

“No!” Peter protested, groaning slightly. “I’m almost to your apartment and I promise that I’ll explain everything to you.” 

I pulled the phone away from my face for a just a moment to check the time. “Peter it’s already eleven o’clock! Just go home.” 

“Too late.” He stated just before the line went dead, a knock on my bedroom window causing my head to jolt in that direction. 

You’ve got to be kidding me I thought as I jumped to my feet, rushing over to the window and throwing the curtains open to be met with Peters face, displaying his typical goofy over-exaggerated grin. 

“What the hell Peter?” I pushed the window up so he could come in. “What are you doing? How did you even get here? We are literally fifteen stories up right now how the fuck did you manage to get to my window?” 

Peter chuckled a bit, his voice coming out kind of breathy, “Can’t go giving you all my secrets, can I?” 

As he went to climb through the window into my room I turned around, resting my hands in my hair once again as I went right back to nervously pulling at it. “You are seriously gonna drive me insane, Parker.” I began the anxious and frustrated rant we both knew was coming. “I mean, what, first you’re gonna scare the absolute hell out of me by showing up late as hell at my bedroom window and god knows how you even managed to get up here in the first place. And on top of that this is like-the fifth time that you have ditched me this week. Do you know how much that sucks Peter? How much it hurts? You don’t call. You don’t text. Nothing.” I shook my head slightly, my eyes glued to the ground and my back still turned to him. “Absolutely nothing.” 

Peter remained silent for a moment, knowing that any response he had to give right now likely wouldn’t make me feel any better in this moment. “I know this is probably hard to believe but I promise that it hurts me just as much as it hurts you.” 

Wrong response, Parker. 

I quickly turned on my heal, already spouting off some nonsense about how he couldn’t possibly be saying such a stupid thing to me right now when he was the one that had been ditching me nonstop lately, but before I could even make my point I stopped mid-sentence at the sight of him. This was the first time I had looked in his direction since he had entered my bedroom, the light coming from my desk lamp allowing me to see what the streetlights from my window did not. 

“Oh my god.” My voice was just barely above a whisper, my hand instinctively covering my mouth in shock as I took in what I was seeing. “What happened to you, Pete?” 

Every ounce of anger in my body vanished in an instant at the sight of him standing there, his face covered in dirt and his hand pressing tightly onto his abdomen, his shirt soaked through with blood. 

“No no-” Peter moved closer to me, lifting his hand that wasn’t covered in blood to place a finger against my lips to shush me, “Keep being angry! You have every right to be mad at me right now! So go for it! Keep screaming!” 

I glared at him. “You’re intolerable.” 

“Ah but you love that about me.” 

Usually Peter’s cheeky comments were always enough to bring a smile to my face, but right now it was impossible to focus on anything other than the idea of my boyfriend bleeding out in the bedroom. I mean, how would I even begin to explain that to my parents? 

“Please just tell me what happened to you because I am about five seconds away from having a full-blown panic attack.” I told him honestly, the shock wearing off just enough for me to come to my senses and help guide him over to the edge of the bed so he could sit down, sinking to my knees in front of him so I could look at the wound on his stomach. 

“It’s just a little cut.” Pete said casually, brushing it off like he wasn’t bleeding on my comforter. “Besides, how am I supposed to focus on talking about literally anything when you look so good on your knees for me?” 

I shot a cold look up at him, both of us knowing damn good and well that this was not the time for this. Without even acknowledging his remark I went to lift the bottom of his shirt, knowing that I obviously wasn’t going to get any answers out of him anytime soon. As the fabric lifted off the wound I heard him hiss, his teeth gritting together at the sensation shooting through his abdomen. “What the hell.” I muttered under my breath as I took a look at the gash on his side. “What did you do Pete?” 

“Look,” Peter began, losing any trace of his once cocky and sarcastic tone. “I promise that I’ll explain. Cause I know this is a lot and I’m sorry but you were the only person I knew to come to with this. So could you please help me patch this up? Because believe it or not? This hurts like a bitch.” 

“Trust me, I can believe it.” I quickly raised myself back up to my feet, “Wait here for a second.” He nodded in response as I snuck out of my bedroom door, careful not to make too much noise in fear of gaining my parents attention. I rushed to the bathroom as quickly as I could, gathering the few medical supplies we did have. Gauze, medical tape, some bandaids, and Neosporin. Was the Neosporin necessary? For something so deep? I wasn’t quite sure but I grabbed it anyways and grabbed a few cloths, dampening them before making my way back to my bedroom. 

Peter was now sprawled out across the bed, his shirt now laying in a ball on the floor. 

“Okay,” I started, swallowing hard as I once again glanced at the gash on his stomach. Maybe now would be a bad time to tell him blood makes me squeamish. “Here’s how this is going to work. I’m gonna work on keeping you from... dying. And you? Are going to explain what you were doing for this to happen.” I instructed. 

“You don’t wanna keep talking about you being upset?” He leaned back up slightly, groaning at the feeling. 

“Me being upset is actually the last thing on my mind right now.” 

With that I sat all the supplies down by his feet, settling on the floor in-between his legs once again and beginning to get to work on cleaning him up, dabbing at the blood with one of the wet cloths. “So? Get to talking, Parker.” 

“Okay-” He let out a deep breath. “Would you believe me if I told you that I’m actually a super-criminal? And I got this injury during my latest encounter with the law?” 

I stopped wiping the blood off of him, shooting him a stern look as I went to grab the roll of gauze. “No.” 

He hummed lightly, frowning a bit. “Fair enough. I would be a pretty bad criminal, don’t you think?” 

“Peter I’m being serious here.” I told him as I lightly began to press the gauze against the wound, holding it in place with one hand while I reached for the medical tape with the other. 

“Okay, okay.” He held his hands up defensively. “I’m Spider-Man.” 

I paused, my hands pressing lightly against the piece of tape that I was sticking against the gauze and his skin, my eyes fluttering up to meet his. 

“You don’t have a serious bone in your body, do you?” 

“Why do you think I’m not being serious?” 

“Pete you’re not Spider-Man.” 

“Yes, I am.” 

“This isn’t funny.” 

“Good thing I’m not laughing.” 

I narrowed my eyes at him before ripping off another piece of tape, securing it to his body to finish dressing his wound before quickly standing up. “Alright then Spidey-” I rolled my eyes as the word fell out of my mouth, “Go on. Prove it.” 

“How do you want me to prove it?” 

“I don’t know! If you’re Spider-Man then do some spider things!” I cried out, immediately regretting my loud tone as I remembered my parents who were asleep just down the hall. 

“What are spider things?” He held up air quotes as he spoke, laughing a bit too hard as he spoke, his hand instinctively gripping his stomach in pain. 

I shrugged at him. “How am I supposed to know? I’m not the one claiming to be Spider-Man!” 

Peter threw his head back. “Well I’m not exactly in the condition to be doing... spider things.” he pointed towards the window, where he had obviously sat his backpack down on the way in. “Just look in there, alright?” 

I didn’t want to be mad at him anymore. I had already spent so long tonight being pissed with him and seeing him injured at least made that problem go away for a bit, but now sitting here and watching him make this entire situation into a huge joke was just making the anger come back ten times worse than before. As I leaned down next to his backpack and began to unzip it he spoke up again, “Before you look-” I glanced over my shoulder at him, noting the look of genuine concern and... fear that painted his face. “just know that I’ve wanted to tell you about this for so long Y/N. Literally, so long.” 

I didn’t respond to him, though his words did send a wave of anxiety crashing down on me. There was absolutely no way that Peter was being serious with all of this. No way at all. And yet as I unzipped the bag I found myself unable to breathe as I waited to see what was inside. 

“Holy shit.” I breathed, eyes shifting back and forth between the contents of the bag and my boyfriend. “You...You’re not joking, are you?” 

He responded with nothing more than a tight lipped smile, the fearful expression still there. 

I reached in and grabbed the red mask, running my fingers over the white patches where his eyes would be. “This is so unfair.” I stated, my voice completely devoid of emotion. I could tell Peter was unsure of how to process my words, still obviously not knowing whether or not his admission was being taken well. “How am I supposed to be mad at you for being late if you are freaking Spider-Man?” 

Peter sighed, a small chuckle following it, clearly somewhat relieved by my reaction. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” 

I walked over to him, mask still in hand, and carefully crawled onto his lap and placed my free hand on his face. “You really should be. Being a superhero isn’t exactly the sort of thing you hide from your girlfriend, Pete.” 

Peter snorted. “How are you being so cool with this? I expected you to flip out on me or-I don’t know-maybe even breakup with me or something. But you’re just... Being... You.” 

“Ah, yeah. Well, I think I’m probably in shock from patching up a giant gash on my boyfriends stomach and then finding out that he can shoot webs from his wrists and swings around New York city on a daily basis.” 

“Ya know what? That’s fair.” Peter nodded at me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’m just glad that you know now. Because I have seriously hated keeping this from you so much. Plus? It’s kinda nice to have my own personal nurse.” He winked playfully, lightly squeezing my sides. 

“Yeah let’s not make a regular thing out of that one.” I replied quickly, knowing that my heart could only take so many times of Peter showing up to my bedroom window with blood all over him before it eventually just gives out. 

“No promises.” He said as he pulled me into his body, burying his face into my chest and mumbling, “So you’re sure you are okay with this?” 

I smiled to myself, running my hand through his hair. “To be honest? I don’t think I’ve really processed it yet.” I told him honestly. “But I think I can be. And at least in the future when you’re late for our dates I’ll know it’s because you’re out saving the city or something! But I do need you to promise me something.” 

“What?” He spoke, his voice still muffled with his face pressed against me. 

“It only seems fair that you make all of these missed dates up to me, right?” 

Peter nodded his head in agreement. I leaned back a bit, forcing him to move his face away from my chest so he would look up at me and once he was looking I held up the Spider-Man mask with a devilish grin. “Fuck me in the suit?” 

Peter’s eyes practically bulged out of his head at the words, his jaw falling slack and nodding rapidly. 

“Hell yes.” 

[phoenixyfriend]

Anakin Assists the Jedi Council While On Medical Leave

AU brainstormed primarily by @atagotiak, @gelpenss, and myself.

Basically, a fix-it based in Anakin getting a peek into the daily life on the Council early, and accidentally Figuring Some Shit Out along the way, mostly because Palps Fucks Up.

So, Anakin gets injured in a way that limits him to Coruscant for a few weeks. He can still walk and talk, but he can't fight. The specific injury doesn't matter, just this:

Anakin runs errands on behalf of the council and sits in on meetings to take minutes as a "you're on medical leave but we need all hands on deck, congrats you get to be the secretary until we can send you on stabbing missions again" thing.

Also, there just aren't a whole lot of people with Anakin's clearance level. They had to send out Stass Allie to handle the mission that was originally next on Anakin's roster, and Anakin's the most convenient person to substitute into her position.

He's not super happy about this but he can more or less understand the point of it. Given that he gets antsy about needing to fight almost immediately, he can acknowledge the worth of having something useful to do, if only as the person who's writing down who says what and making sure everyone has the right file on hand.

(Besides, Obi-Wan jokes in a way that Anakin thinks might be encouraging, this is good practice if Anakin ever wants to be on the High Council himself!)

(This is a very helpful conversation.)

BASICALLY, Anakin is resigned to this but agrees because "Usually we have Master Allie handle this but we need her running that mission that was originally set for the 501st, so you get to fill in for her until you can switch back. Think of it as training for eventual mastery or admin or--listen, we're just really stretched thin."

Here's the key thing, though: Anakin isn't supposed to leave the Temple, for medical reasons, so Palpatine doesn't know Anakin is sitting in on Council meetings. They haven't met up since Anakin's last surgery, and because [muffled hand-wave reason] he didn't find out another way, like Anakin comming him or the Council giving him the heads-up about the change in attendance.

It's fine. He's just taking notes and doing preparatory research, he has the clearance, the Chancellor likes him anyway. Hell, they'd have had someone's Padawan doing this, before the war increased the necessary clearance levels. They'll toss in a quick message in the brief they send to Palps that he never reads anyway, and that's really all they need to do. Skywalker's getting some rounded experience and this way the medics won't be freaking out about him stressing his heart after getting electrocuted by trying to spar too early.

Palpatine doesn't talk directly to the Council, he just sends a recording the first time Anakin is there. It's a bit weird, but nothing goes wrong. Anakin's off-screen from whatever device they use to send a response, since he's not technically a member, just assisting for a bit on the part of Master Allie's duties that he's actually allowed to touch (and not the bits that are getting added to Mace, Plo, and Shaak's stuff).

The first four or so meetings are like that. Anakin starts having a bit of sympathy for the Council as he sees how many things they want to do that are hampered by the need for Senatorial approval, things that he would also want to do and didn't think required this much red tape.

About a week in, still mostly recordings with Anakin just sitting on the side playing paralegal, the wheel of fortune turns a few pegs.

Palpatine hands over a an order on the range of injury that a soldier should be treated for, "to ensure that republic resources aren't being wasted on clones that, while expensive, would actually be cheaper to replace than repair."

Oh, he dresses it up in prettier language than that. Anakin doesn't process it as such first.

The Chancellor manages to couch his phrasing in "prioritizing resources for taxpaying republic citizens and employees of the GAR," which... well.

The natborn commissioned officers pay taxes. The Jedi are employees. The clones are neither, because they're slaves.

Probably he frames it as the employees thing, very much the kinda language that sounds halfway ok unless you’re fluent in political bullshit.

And Anakin is really confused at first about why the council is upset by the order because, okay, he would PREFER to be able to use medical supplies on refugees when possible, but he understands prioritizing the soldiers?

He just looks up, totally lost, when someone groans and goes, "That's the third time this year, is he trying to get us all killed?"

And it vibes as such a genuine, aggrieved, sad reaction that Anakin is completely blindsided because it's not the sarcastic, petty resentment he kind of expected? It's just... desperate depression.

And someone gently has to explain that this is the third time they've had resources restricted to only GAR employees and that it's a polite way of saying "prioritize natborn officers, stop wasting resources on clones, we can replace them easier."

Or maybe he doesn't ask, because he's just there to take notes, not argue, and he can see the masters drawing up a response that amounts to "We would like to remind you that our soldiers do not fall into that classification, and to limit their access to our medical supplies is liable to cause a loss of life that we find unreasonably high. Please see the annotations attached to adjust wording so that the clones may receive the same level of care."

Anakin's internally just like "Yeah, that's phrased nice and addresses the main problem, Palpatine will obviously agree and change it!"

And then he comes in the next day and the response comes in and it's just dripping condescension about considering the clones actual people.

"This is why we can't use the bacta tanks on clones anymore, just the patches. We could use them at first, we had a few of the CCs get through fatal injuries with them, but they cut that off and said we could only use the tanks on Jedi and non-clone officers a few months ago. The Banking Clans keep tightening their belts on the army, and the Chancellor insists we put citizens first, and the clones aren't citizens. We've been arguing back as much as we can, but he keeps going on about the economy and we can't... we just can't, Skywalker. We're trying to save as many of our men as we can, but..."

Something like "Allocation of resources reiterated, the Kaminoans have assured the senate that the Jedi are far from exhausting the resources ordered."

And Anakin's like. He can't blame the council for lying about Palpatine's past or future actions. He just saw Palpatine's actions. Those actions were to order people under his control to throw away lives he saw as replaceable commodities.

These are his friends' lives.

His soldiers are being thrown away by a man in a tower that he trusted.

And then that man has the gall to suggest it's the council's fault.

Palpatine is good at what he does, especially in public, he dresses it up in flowery language and everything, but Anakin's just like "Those are my FRIENDS and also this is??? How slavers talked about their property on Tatooine???? FRIENDPATINE, WHAT THE FUCK."

Anakin can be passive aggressive sometimes as well as outright aggressive. So if he brings up the guidelines and why they make him upset in general terms, and Palpatine says something about how he’s sad the council doesn’t care about the clones...

Anakin, internally, having just watched the council scramble to save as many clones as possible within the guidelines that Palps handed down: Uh-huh.

(Anakin is just the gay horror teeth gif from queer eye.)

Just. “Yeah, funny you say that, Palpatine! Because as I remember, you told the council not to waste more resources than necessary while Mace Windu was arguing to expand the treatment range!”

Palps doesn't even have time to salvage the situation or attack Anakin because Anakin just bulldoze rants for fifteen minutes and then storms out.

Anakin... maybe does a little treason and gets a copy of the orders so he can ask Padme "Hey, can you explain the politics of this?" and doesn't tell her who wrote it so she isn't biased (he tells her that this is why he's not sharing the author's/speaker's name), and just lets Padme pick apart all the 'this is a nice way of saying they don't view the clones as people' details.

Alternately, someone on the Council sees Anakin dithering and manages to get him to admit that he's not great at political language and wants to ask someone to help him understand the full implications. The person--Mace? let's go with Mace--is aware that Anakin is on good terms with Senator Amidala, if not necessarily aware of the depth of said relationship. Mace points out that he's probably going to be seeing her soon just because he usually does and, as a Senator, she can get easy access to these sessions since they're not about specific missions, just allocation of resources, etc. It's not an optimal solution, but she's got a bit more free time than anyone else Anakin knows with the clearance levels, like Order members that are actively involved in the war effort.

Anakin dithers and panics and Mace, trying to be helpful, tells him that plenty of Jedi have made friends among the Senate over the years, didn't you know Qui-Gon Jinn was a personal friend of Former Chancellor Valorum?

At any rate, Anakin goes to Padme and asks her to explain it to him, because she knows how to phrase things so he gets it.

Anakin has to have her pause and he goes outside and destroys some things halfway through.

(Anakin maybe thinks back to the times Padmé or Obi-Wan were really obviously frustrated and when he asked, they said stuff like “I can’t stand Palpatine rn, sorry Anakin I know he’s important to you and you don’t want to talk about politics, let’s just talk about something else.”)

(Obi-Wan: I don’t trust Palpatine Anakin: you just don’t like politicians in general Obi-Wan: yes that is also true)

(Obi-Wan does like Bail and Padme but he does also talk a bit about how politicians generally aren’t to be trusted.)