#the sooner you understand this the better

[anglbnny]

sore throat ♡ Step bro!isagi

cw: smut mdni, stepcest, throat fucking (mild), oral (m receiving)

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

Step bro!isagi who’s so so sweet to you, especially when he finds out you’re sick and he’s rushing to your room, crouching beside your bed, brushing stray hairs out of your face, asking you if you’re okay or if you need anything

Step bro!isagi who makes you soup and tea and brings it to your room, he helps you sit up, his hand lingering on your hot skin a bit too long. He complains as to why you didn’t tell him sooner. 

Step bro!isagi who can’t stop staring at the way your throat moves when you hardly swallow, your face scrunching up at the raw pain. 

Step bro!isagi whose cock strains in his pants at the sight of his very sweet, adorable step sister who’s in so much pain and he can’t do anything 

Step bro!isagi who abruptly states that he knows another way to help you. You stare at him confused, waiting for him to speak up. He scratches the back of his neck, staring down at his barely covered boner. He says you should drink something warm but not too hot, something thick, not something so liquidy as tea. You don’t understand what he’s trying to get at until he stands up and you’re face to face with his crotch, his very prominent erection in your face. 

Step bro!isagi who runs his thumb over your bottom lip, coercing you into saying yes. He pulls his cock out and slides it against your dry bottom lip, covering it in his precum. 

Step bro!isagi who teaches you who to suck. Taking your hands in his and placing it at the bottom of his shaft, he groans when your soft hands touch his veiny dick. 

Step bro!isagi who places a hand at the back of your head, pulling you closer to his tip until your lips are pressed against it. You finally open and let him slip inside. Your mouth is so wet and warm, he can’t help but moan. 

Step bro!isagi who pushes his cock as deep as he can down your tight throat, so when he cums, you can really feel it. “There we go, that’s my girl. You’re doing so good for me aren’t you” he laughs when your big teary eyes look up at him, mouth stuffed with your step bro’s cock. 

Step bro!isagi who’s so gentle until he isn’t. He coos you to take him deeper, go faster, ‘it’ll help with the pain’ he lies through his teeth. And if you can’t; the gentle hold on the back of your head, turns into a painful grip, his hands wrap around the base of your hair, pulling you back and shoving you back down. Even if you can’t keep up, he won’t stop. The way you’re moaning around his cock, voice coming out muffled. He groans, the vibrations against his tip is too much. 

Step bro!isagi who’s visibly aroused by the sight of his step sister, clinging onto the hem of his shirt while your mouth gets used like a fleshlight. “God– fuck- you look too damn good like this, sweet girl. Guna cum.. Down your throat, the pain will get better” 

Step bro!isagi who warns you before he cums but it’s still too much. The warm, milky liquid flowing down your throat. You clench around his tip, as you slowly —hardly. 

Step bro!isagi who finally pulls out, his dick glistening with his cum and your saliva. You swallow once again. “Yo’chi’ it felt.. Good. i think it’s helping” you mumbled, looking up at him all pretty with saliva dripping down your chin. He looked dazed, just watching you with narrow eyes and parted lips before finally speaking up. “Yeah? Since it’s helping, why not you drink a few more loads, huh? One’s definitely not enough to help with the pain” 

Step bro!isagi who, beneath all that softness and sweetness was a sick pervert for his step sister. 

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[Masterlist]

[yehoria]

you shouldn't be taking so long to call it oppression olympics.

it's the main point, the biggest problem with the thing you're calling out — get to it sooner!

you could've just like:

Oppression Olympics

and that, honestly, i would consider that a better post. it would be more concise, focusing on the main problem.

or you could start by saying "this is oppression olympics" and then move to everything else later. it's obvious, it doesn't need much explaining, it establishes the wrongness of the fundamental premise of the original post before going on to deconstruct less important points.

ughhh sorry if i'm being obnoxious, but i do want us all to present the correct arguments in a fashion that's easier to read and understand.

some of yall cant seem to wrap ur fucking heads around the fact that violence doesnt begin and end at who is killed more

violence is also domestic abuse

violence is also conversion therapy

violence is also sexual assault

violence is also bullying and harassment so bad that it makes you want to kill yourself to get away from it all

everyone in the trans community deals with all these different forms of violence in one way or another and trans men/mascs have been reported as having the highest rates of depression and suicide and of having experiences sexual assault

the violence that trans men/mascs experience is also worth acknowledging and addressing, just like the violence that trans women/fems face is worth acknowledging

but to claim that any one group of trans people is "more" or "less" oppressed just based off of the statistics of only one type of violence experienced by the trans community is straight up oppression olympics and needs to fucking stop

we need to come together to acknowledge the violence that ALL trans, nonbinary, and intersex people face and combat it TOGETHER

[leo-in-the-pitt]

The Aftermath

Summary: After a traumatic event happens to you, your almost 2 year relationship with Jack Abbott hits a wall. What will it take to bring you two back together again?

Warnings: Established relationship, implied age gap, topic of sexual assault, trauma, mental health struggles, strong language, mostly fluff.

W/C: 5.5K+

This is a sequel to Look Out For Her (highly suggest reading that first so this story makes sense)

The Morning After

As much as you found comfort lying in Jack’s arms after the night you had, nothing could keep your mind at ease. You managed to sleep for a couple hours thankfully. When you woke up around 7AM he was still asleep and had his top arm around you but managed to pull his arm out from under you without disturbing you. As much as you loved this man to death, you felt suffocated under the weight of his arm. You thought to yourself if he could move his arm without waking you up, you were sure you could move his without waking him up. And you were right. 

You grabbed a fresh set of clothes so you could go take a shower. And what better clothes to grab than his. Snuck out of the bedroom, making sure to close the door behind you so he didn’t hear you, and went into the bathroom. 

Your eyes were puffy from all the crying just a couple hours earlier. For a second, you forgot that your hand was broken as you leaned against the bathroom sink. The pain went shot all the way up your arm. You almost yelled but then remembered Jack was still asleep. 

You walked out of the bathroom wearing basically all his clothes. His boxers, t-shirt, even his socks.

The sun was already coming out so you decided to open the shades and sit on the couch closest to the window. Across from you, thrown over the kitchen bar stool was his Beers of the Burgh sweater that you had on only a couple hours ago. The sweater that the man slid his hands in to grab your waist. Under the sweater was the hospital belongings bag with your other clothes, the red dress and black heels. 

A sense of overwhelming guilt hit you. Why did you wear that dress? Jack picked it out for you. You were supposed to be wearing it for him, not for strangers at a bar. Why didn’t you hit him sooner? Yell for help sooner? You could’ve stopped it earlier but, you didn’t. And you didn’t understand why. 

You heard the floorboards in the hallway creaking. He was awake. 

“He’s, how long have you been out here?”

You wiped your eyes, not even realizing that you had fallen asleep. “Um I- I don’t know.” 

“You’re wearing my clothes.”

“Oh yeah”, you looked down at yourself, “sorry they’re just comfier I guess.”

You hadn’t looked at him since he walked over to the living room. 

He leaned his head down to get a better look at you. “You alright? Wanna talk now maybe?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Think I just need to relax today, hands really bothering me.”

You ignored his second question. He definitely noticed. 

“Do you want to go to the police station today?”

Shit. You forgot you had to do that. Was just hoping he’d have charges pressed against him without you having to speak about what happened again. 

“Uh yea- yeah, don’t really think I have a choice. Should probably just go now and get it over with.” You shook your head and looked up at him. 

He looked sad. Almost like he was disappointed in himself for what had happened to you. 

“I’ll come with you.”

“No, Jack it’s okay, I can go by myself.”

“I wasn’t asking.” He shook his head at your. “You’re not going alone.”

“You’re not going to take no for an answer are you?”

“No, I’m not. Lets go. We’ll get you some food after.” 

You walked into the bedroom together. 

“What does someone even where to the police station?”

“Um, well it’s warm out but windy. You can take my sweater that on the chair out there if you want?”

“The sweater I had on yesterday Jack? Really?”

“Sorry. I forgot. What do you want me to do with the stuff in the bag?”

“I don’t know just shove it all in the back of the closet or something.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

———————————————————————

It felt like you were in the police station forever. It was only an hour. On the way out, you felt off. Couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was. Definitely not the hand. 

Your heart began to beat faster. You felt sweaty, mouth watering. 

You two walked down the steps of the police station and you had a slight wobble in your step.

“Jack I- I don’t feel good.” 

“What’s wro- “

He didn’t finish his finish before you ran over to the bushes. You threw up right there. 

You were breathing deeply. Fast. 

“Fu- fuck. Fuck.” You put your head into your hair grabbing your hair. 

“Shit! Are you okay?” He put his head on your lower back. 

You jumped away. 

He stepped back and put both hands up. 

“S- sorry.”

“No sorry, sorry. It’s not you, it’s just- I don’t know. It’s like I can still feel his hands on me. I don’t know. I know it’s stupid but I- I”

“Babygirl, it’s not stupid. Something awful happened to know. Nobody expects you to be okay. You’re allowed to fall apart. I’ll be right here to pick you back up.” 

You smiled softly at him. 

“Come on, let’s go home and get you some food.”

———————————————————————

Jack stopped by your favorite diner on the way home to pick you both up breakfast and while he was inside, you decided to call Langdon. 

“Hey kid, been waiting to hear from you. Did you go to the police station yet?”

“Yeah I’m actually heading home from there now.”

“Abbott with you?”

“Uh yeah, he’s in the diner right now actually picking us up some food. Just don’t think I wanna be around people right now.”

There was a pause. 

“You two okay though?”

“I don’t know maybe, maybe not, I- I don’t know. I know that he’s blaming himself for this and maybe I blame him a little for it too. I- I know I shouldn’t but if he didn’t lose his shit over the possibility of me leaving, I wouldn’t have left last night. None of this would be happening. So I don’t know what’s gonna happen with us.”

“Did you talk to him about any of it yet?”

“I don’t know if I can. He knows what happened and that’s basically it. None of what’s running through my head though.”

“Well maybe it’s worth a seat down conversation. He actually just called me right before you did.”

“He called you while he was in the diner didn’t he? So you already knew that he was with me.”

“Uh yeah- yeah I did. He just wanted me to check up on you. He knows you’re gonna try to play the tough guy in front of him and not tell him everything. Told him I’d try to knock some sense into you.”

“Not sure anyone can knock any sense into me right about now.” 

“If anyone’s gonna help you through this it’s going to be him. You guys are basically the Pittsburgh Trauma power couple. Basically the real life version of Meredith and Derek.”

You smiled and let out a little laugh. The first time you had smiled since before it happened. 

“Alright, take care of yourself kid. And take care of that hand. You’re gonna need it when you become an attending here.”

Shit. Forgot your interview for the attending position is next week. 

“Talk to you soon.” And you hung up the phone 

And with perfect timing he was walking to the car with the food. 

“Alrighty, let’s get my girl home.” He leaned in to kiss you. 

You pulled away quick. It lasted less than a second. It was different. You didn’t know how but it didn’t feel the same. And you could see on his face that he felt the same.

———————————————————————

Once you got home, you went straight to the bathroom to freshen up and put his clothes back on. 

As soon as you walked into the kitchen, you saw that he had set out the food already. 

“They had that cheesecake you love, it’s in the fridge if you want some later.”

“I don’t really know if I have the appetite for all of this right now.”

“That’s okay, could eat the rest of it later if you want?”

“Yeah maybe”

You barely touched any of your food despite it being your favorite. Jack noticed but, didn’t say anything about it.

There wasn’t much conversation for the rest of the day until you were getting ready for bed.

Jack walked into the bedroom. “Hey so I’m going to be home with you the rest of the week.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“Yeah I knew you wouldn’t ask but, I don’t really think you should be alone right now so I talked to Robby and got some time off.”

“What else did you tell him?”

“He just knows about the hand. Nothing else. Told him that you would call him when you’re ready.”

You didn’t say anything, just crawled into bed.

“Look I’m just trying to help you out here.”

“Well you weren’t there to help me when I really needed it so what’s the point now Jack?” You got into bed facing away from him and pulled the covers over your shoulder.

“You already know that I blame myself.”

He let out a sigh and he shook his head.

“Think I’m just going to sleep on the couch tonight.”

You could here it in his voice. What did you just do?

——————————————————————— 

One Day After

You went in person the next day to talk to Robby in person early before Jack woke up. He stayed on the couch the entire night. You told Robby most of the story.

“So you sure you want to push the interview back? We could just do it right now if you wanted?”

“This isn’t exactly how I planned on interviewing for an attending job here Robby.”

“Well if I’m being honest with you, you don’t need to interview. The job is yours if you want it.”

“Wait, what?” Your jaw was on the floor.

“I’ve seen you grow into an amazing doctor here. Your not the same person you were when you walked through those doors as a med student and I think that’s for the best. The way you treat your patients, the way you teach the newer residents, you’re always trying to learn something new. This things can’t be taught. It what we need around here.”

“Robby I- I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. Think about it. Talk to Jack about it. Let me know. Whatever you decide we’ll all be here to support you. 

“Not sure he wants to talk to me right about now.”

“If I know anything about him, it’s that all he wants to do is talk to you.”

———————————————————————

Two Weeks After

You went back to work two weeks after it happened. One week after Robby offered you the attending position. Jack still didn’t know. He just thought you pushed the interview but, didn’t ask to when.

You started back on nights with Jack. Robby offered to let you do days for the last 2 and a half months of residency but, you just wanted things to go back to normal. So you kept the same schedule and went right back to being chief resident. Things were awkward between you two at home but, at work you managed to keep it civil and everyone thought you two were fine but, truth is you were far from it.

Jack and you had been carpooling to and from work and you typically had to wait for him. Today he was taking longer than usual. 

“I’m sure you guys will be fine.” Said Robby.

“I don’t think we will. She won’t even talk to me. We’ve had maybe 5 conversations since it happened. She blames me for what happened to her.”

“You just have to give her more time Abbott. This isn’t going to be a quick fix. Her hand is still shattered. She cancelled all her interviews. You can’t expect her to be okay with everything going on.”

“Wait, wait, wait. What do you mean she cancelled her interviews? What about the interview here?”

“So I’d be right in assuming she never told you?”

Abbott shook his head. “I’m in the dark here man.”

“She already had her interview. She took the job here. She told me last week. She said she talked to you though.”

He put his head in his hands. “She just doesn’t trust me anymore.”

“Don’t say that.”

There was a pause, “I don’t know I- I guess I should return it then.” 

“You bought the ring already, didn’t you?”

“Bought it 2 months ago the day after we walked past that jewelry shop and she dragged me inside to look at them. Figured her looking at them with me meant she was ready for the next step but, I don’t know anymore.”

“You guys have already been through so much together, you can’t give up on her now.”

“I just thought we’d be in a better place by now.”

“When were you planning on doing it?”

“Once she finished residency. Once she got the job here. I wanted to step into the next part of our lives together. Watching her career take off as we start planning a wedding. Looking at houses with spare bedrooms for a future kids. Start thinking of baby names. I’m ready for the whole thing with her Robby but- but I don’t think we’re going to make it that far anymore.”

“Does she now you’re planning all of this?”

“She called me the night it happened. Right before it happened. Left me a voicemail that she was sorry and loved me. I tried to call her back. It went straight to voicemail, told her all of it, that she’s it for me. I was leaving that voicemail as it was happening to her,” his voice cracked, tears started to fill his eyes, “I couldn’t help her.”

Robby put his arm around him. 

“None of this is your fault and it’s definitely not hers either. You need to sit down and tell her all of this before it’s too late.”

Down the hall, Landon saw you waiting.

“Damn kid, why are you still here?”

“You haven’t seen Jack around have you?”

“Yeah, he’s in Robby’s office. Want me to go get him?”

“No, I got it.”

You walked down the hallway with your bags. You’d been waiting over half an hour for him. And you were pissed.

You opened the office door without knocking. “Hey boys, I’d like to go home if that okay- oh shit, sorry didn’t mean to disturb you guys.”

You didn’t expect to see Jack standing there on the verge of tears with Robby comforting him. 

He reached into his pockets and pulled out his car keys. “Here. I’ll be right there.”

You took the keys and left.

“Just talk to her Jack. The only way out is through brother.”

You waited outside for him, standing against the hood of his car.

He finally came outside. His eyes were red. He was crying. In the 4 years of knowing him and almost 2 years of dating him, you’d only seen him cry once after losing a patient.

He walked up to the drivers side door and tried to open it. 

“Can you unlock the car please?”

“No, I want to talk about what that was in there?”

He took a deep breath, “We were talking about you. That what you want to hear?”

“What’d I do this time?” You glanced over at him. 

“Think it’s more of what you’re not doing. You can talk to me you know? I’m just here to help you. Please let me help you.” He pleaded.

“I’m fine.” You looked down at the ground. 

He walked over and stood directly in front of you. You took a slight step back without realizing it. 

“I can’t even get within 2 feet of you completely losing it. We’ve kissed once in 2 weeks. You won’t let me touch you. At all. Were you going to tell me you took the job here? You keep things secret.”

“I don’t want to talk about this now.”

“Okay so if not now then when? You wanted to talk remember? We’ve been together for almost 2 years. You’re really going to push me away now? After everything that’s happened”

“Jack I- I’m not trying to push you away, I just- You have an out if you want it.”

“What the hell are you talking about? 

“I won’t blame you if you want to leave me. I’m not okay, and- and I probably won’t be for awhile and I don’t expect you to just sit around and wait for me.” 

You turned to walk around and get into the car. He grabbed your arm to stop you.

“Jack, just let me go please. You have to be the one to end this. Please. I can’t be the one to leave.” 

“No, fuck no, I’m in this. I can’t leave you. I’m never going to leave you. Just- just please trust me. I’m here for you, I’m here with you.”

Tears filled your eyes.

“You deserve better Jack.”

“Ple- please talk to someone. You need help that I can’t give you anymore. Please.”

And with that you fell into his arms.

——————————————————————— 

One and a Half Months After 

After your talk in the hospital parking lot, you agreed to start going to therapy. Which, much to your surprise, was actually helping.

Jack went on Tuesday and Thursday in the morning to his sessions and you went to yours. You’d meet up afterwards for breakfast at your favorite diner to talk over coffee afterwards. 

The first few sessions were rough. You struggled to open up but, once you did, you realized just how much trauma you’d accrued these past 4 years. 

“Hey babygirl, how’d it go?”

“Well today we just talked about you, so that was nice.”

“Should I be scared?” He laughed. 

“Um well actually she thinks that I’m scared to let you touch me because it reminds me of that night…”

Jack nearly choked on his coffee.

Coughing he said, “And do you agree with her?”

“I think so, I- I mean I’m not scared of you. Just the last person to put their hands on me changed me in ways I didn’t even know was possible. I know you aren’t him and I know that you won’t hurt me. It doesn’t make any sense and I’m sorry. If I could change it I would.

“No, I mean, I get it. You’re allowed to feel that way.”

You and Jack hadn’t had sex since before it happened. What was once an occurrence multiple, multiple times a week, was now unheard of. 

Yeah it was only a month. But it was a long month for you both. Especially him and you could tell. There was a few instances were to tried to initiate something more. A couple high school like make out sessions but, you always pulled back before things got too far. 

“I’m sorry Jack, I just think I need more time until we can be intimate again.” 

“Did she tell you how much longer that might take?” He was laughing. 

You chuckled lightly, “Wish I could tell you.”

“It’s okay, you’re worth the wait.”

———————————————————————

Two And A Half Months After

There was 2 weeks left until you were going to just be a resident anymore. You’d be an attending running all your own cases. 

4 years ago you never saw this coming. Working as An Emergency Room Physician in your dream hospital with your favorite people in the whole world.

Your hand finally healed. You were finally able to do everything pain free. Guess Jack bribing the best physical therapist in the hospital was worth it after all.

You and Jack were surprisingly better than ever. Still living together. You were going to be working night shift too once you started so you’d be seeing a lot more of each other. Which you didn’t know would be a good or bad thing. But you were hopeful.

There was still no intimacy between you two.  It almost happened after you showed him the outfit you were going to wear to your residency graduation but, once again it was you the stopped it. And he was still as patient as ever. 

———————————————————————

Three Months After 

The day of your residency graduation was finally here. You did it. You fulfilled your lifelong dream. Going to be working with some of your best friends. The best people you could have ever imagined working with. 

You walked out of the bedroom wearing the outfit that Jack was ready to rip off of you the day you bought it. A long red dress. 

He licked his lips as he looked you up and down. 

“You look good. Like really fucking good. That’s my attending physician right there.”

He was wearing a slim fitted black suit. His shoulders. His waist. The way his silver curls shined in the light. You thought to yourself, maybe tonight is the night you can finally jump over that last hurdle in your relationship. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself Dr. Abbott.” 

God you could jump this man right here and now.

“You know I love it when you call me that.” He did sideways smirk that always drove you crazy. “Come on, let’s go, wanna go show you off.” 

The ceremony was quick. There was only 5 in your graduating class. And everyone else was leaving the program to go somewhere else. It would just be you left here. 

You took pictures and videos with everyone. They would all be leaving right away to move for their new jobs and you didn’t want to forget this moment. It was the best day you had in as long as you could remember. All your problems just melted away that day. 

You may have had too much to drink throughout the day but, to be fair, so did everyone else. 

“Glad she’s doing so much better.” Said Robby. 

“Yeah, me too.”

“You guys all good?” He glared over at Abbott.

“Uh, yes and no.”

“Do I want to know what that means?”

“I don’t know, are you my friend right now or her boss?”

“Well we were friends way before she came along.”

“She’s gonna kill me for telling you this,” he took a deep breath, “we haven’t had sex in three months.”

“Jesus Christ, Jack.” Robby shook his head. 

“It’s not me I swear, I’ve tried, a lot actually. It’s just hasn’t happened.” 

“I don’t know, maybe all this excitement and joy today will help you out.”

“God I really hope so. Not sure how much longer I can hold out.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have told me that.”

“All I know is, I’m going to marry that girl. Soon if I can help it”

The day came to an end and all you could think about was getting Jack home and ripping him out of that suit. Tonight felt like it could be the night. 

Jack walked you back to the car. He opened the passengers side door for you like he always does. But before you sat down, you put your hands on his chest. 

You looked up into his green eyes shining in the light from the gleaming sunset and ran your fingers through his silver hair. And kissed him. The spark was back. 

Yeah kissing him always felt special. But something changed after that night 3 months ago. But it was back now. 

He kissed you back. His arms now wrapped around your back pulling your bodies together. Hands wondering. You were on your toes as your mouths meet. He let out a slight moan as his tongue slid into your mouth. 

After about a minute, you pulled away. 

“Take me home Jack.” 

“Absolutely.”

The entire drive home, he kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. Nothing was said but, you could feel the excitement. 

You got out of the car as quickly as you could. You normally waited for him to come and open your door for you since he would get mad if you opened it yourself but, you couldn’t wait this time around. 

You were stumbling as you two walked up to your apartment. Definitely wouldn’t failed a sobriety test. And he noticed. 

“You okay?” He asked as he put the key into the apartment door. 

“Yeah, maybe just one too many drinks. I’m fine though, I promise.”

As soon as the apartment door was closed, you threw your body onto his. 

The kiss was passionate, raw. You slid his suit jacket off and threw it onto the couch. You slipped off your heels and started to unbutton his dress shirt. 

Just as you reached for his belt buckle he gently pushed your hands away. 

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted this?”

“Not like this, you’re drunk. You don’t wanna do this for yourself, you wanna do it for me.”

“No, I’m not. I want this, please.”

“You are. And that’s fine, you had a lot to celebrate today. And I want to do this. My god you have no idea how badly I want to do this but- but, no not like this.”

“Are you sure Jack?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m sure. It’s fine. Don’t worry. Think I’m just gonna go jump in the shower real quick. It’s late we should probably get some sleep.”

You didn’t sleep the entire night. Just tossed and turned. 

Once the alarm clock woke you up, you just sat on the edge of the bed. 

Jack rolled over and saw you sitting there. 

“What’s wrong babygirl?”

“What happened last night Jack?”

“Which part?”

“The part where you don’t want to have sex with me anymore.”

“You know I want to have sex with you all the time.” He laughed.

“So why didn’t you last night?”

“Cause that was all the alcohol talking. You wanna sleep with me because I want to sleep with you. Not because you want it. Not because you’re ready for it.”

“I am ready for it.”

“If I got up right now and tried to have sex with you, you’d stop it.”

“Yeah, because I’m not in the mood now.” You shrugged.

“You always used to be in the mood couldn’t get you off of me before,” he laughed, “you’re not ready and that’s fine. I’ll be here waiting for you. The sex is amazing, don’t get me wrong, earth shattering actually but, it’s not everything to me. It’ll happen when you’re ready. “

“What did I do to deserve you?” You laid back in the bed with him. 

“And I ask myself the same thing about you everyday.”

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Two Weeks As An Attending

You took no time off in between finishing residency and starting work. Graduation Thrusday and work starting Monday. Jack would be at work anyway, so you had no one to spend all that time with. 

The first week was filled with paperwork and classes you didn’t even know existed. The next week you were already starting work. Meeting all the new interns, starting all your new responsibilites. Work was occupying your mind for the most part but, next week was your 2 year anniversary with Jack. 

Of course he was going to plan something big and romantic, especially since you were on such good terms now. Besides the no sex part.

He forced you to go shopping a couple of days before your anniversary. You were filling a box all the things special to him. And at the bottom a photo album with all of your favorite pictures together. You figured he had to be planning something too since he was out of the house the entire day. 

He was out planning with Robby. 

“So you and Langdon have to go pick up the flowers.”

“I thought Collins was getting the flowers.”

“Oh for fuck sakes…”

“I’m just messing with you. We went over this a million times, we got this.”

“I’m planning a proposal in 4 days and you think it’s time to joke?”

“Just trying to help Abbott.” Robby laughed and put his hand on Jacks shoulder.

“You can help by making sure you get the fucking flowers on time.” Jack pulled back.

“Just trying to calm you down brother. I already told you if you want I’ll get Collins to subtly bring it up to her to see what her thought are.”

“No absolutely not. She scares easy.”

He knew you too well.

“And you don’t think this big proposal will scare her?”

“No, no it won’t. When we first started dating, she used to so me all these proposal videos, telling me what she liked and didn’t. She even has wedding ideas saved in her phone. She’ll love it, I’m sure.”

While Jack was finalizing the details of your marriage proposal, you were out buying his last gift. A new watch. He kept saying that he needed a new one and would show you which one he had his eyes on. But he always said he wanted it personalized, so that’s exactly what you did. 

It was expensive. But the new salary was definitely helping. The two of your initials were engraved on the back, along with the original day you met when you were still in med school and the day he asked you to be his girlfriend. 

You explained that to the jeweler who was giving you the watch when you were picking it up. 

“Maybe you can add a engagement day or wedding day on there soon enough!” 

“Yeah we’ll see about that I guess.” You awkwardly laughed remembering the voicemail he left you the night it happened. 

As soon as you walked out of the shop, you called Langdon. 

“What’s up ki- “

“We have a big problem!”

“Oh god, what happened this time?”

“What if Jack proposes on our anniversary?”

There was silence.

“Langdon if there’s any moment where you’re actually quiet for once, it should not be right now.”

“Sorry thought there was more to what you just said. Not sure I’m really seeing why you’re freaking out. Wouldn’t that be a good thing kid?”

“Yeah obviously it would be the best thing ever…” 

“I’m sensing that there’s more on your mind.”

“Well I mean we’re obviously in a good place now it’s just that- “

“Spit it out kid.”

“We haven’t had sex in 3 months.”

“Yeah I could’ve gone the rest of my life without knowing about your sex life.”

“You’re my best friend Langdon, I need to tell somebody about this.”

“Has anyone like tried to initiate something or?”

“Well yeah obviously, we both have. It just hasn’t worked out in our favor obviously.

“You just gotta give it some more time. You’re both probably trying to wait for the perfect moment.”

“What if the perfect moment doesn’t come?”

“It won’t. You both just have to stop overthinking everything. Trust me, I doubt that this is the end of your sex life kid.”

You finished telling Langdon about everything you bought for Jack and decided you should go home before he starts to think that you’re making a break for it before your anniversary.

All of the gifts came together the way you imagined. But his actual gift, was you. You were ready for him. You were ready to have sex with him again. You were since the night of your graduation. And you were ready to convince him too. 

As you walked up to your apartment door, you could hear Jack talking to someone. It was Robby. 

“Oh shit, I mean hey babygirl, didn’t know you’d be back so soon.” He walked you to you to give you a quick kiss. 

“I’ve been gone since 10.” 

It was now 4PM. 

“Time flies when you’re having fun I guess. I should probably start heading home anyway, Collins is waiting for me.”

And with that he was just you and Jack. Alone.

“So what were you guys up to?”

“Nothing just hanging out. Boring guy stuff you know.”

“You guys hang out like everyday at work. Is that not enough?”

“Guess not. Uh you wanna order some food or something?” He was speaking faster than usual. 

“Are you okay Jack?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I don’t know, you just seem frazzled or something.”

“Nope all good over here. I think we should order some food. Maybe watch a movie or something” And he picked up his cellphone.

You just stared at him. He didn’t look up. But you watched his fingers against the screen. He wasn’t scrolling looking for somewhere to order food from. He was typing.

To Robby: She knows brother. She knows.

There was only one thought racing through your mind in that moment. Oh my god. He’s going to propose.

———————————————————————

This one goes out to the handful of people that wanted a second part!

Obviously there has to be another part and I think we all know where that one’s heading. Or do we?Actually have plans for another 2 parts at least. The next one might be rated M for mature if you know what I mean. You'll have to wait and see.

See you next time! :)

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Male survivor X G/N Zombie Reader

Sorry for the lack of fics! I've been going through it but don't worry, I'm back! and killing a reader... again. I do love you guys I promise (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ - Jay

Trigger Warnings! Emotional grief, depictions of violence, Emetophobia, murder . I really tried making this fic darker than usual. This is all fictional! I do not condone toxic (or yk literal crimes) behaviour irl!

Riley was devastated. Watching you collapse in his arms. Spasming, foaming at the mouth with tears in your eyes. Watching you turn into a zombie was worse then watching that monster to take a bite out of your leg. Wether it was seeing his face while dying, love or just something unexplainable but your undead form could understand him. Activity trying to reach out to him.

🦴 Yandere Survivor who kept you on a leash at first. You were still alive but now a curious thing.

🦴 Yandere Survivor who kept a shot gun with him.

Every time he met anyone new they all tried killing you. He didn't like that. He'd aim for their knee caps so you'd have some lunch.

🦴 Yandere Survivor who hated nights. Watching you stare at the wall or into some woods killed him. He missed your human form more then society before the apocalypse. He talked to you still, sometimes just talking about memories. He's scared you'll forget one day.

Riley was caught off guard once by a zombie but you stepped in. Repeated smashing another undead monsters skull against the round. The already infected brain smearing on the floor. That was the first time he saw you as a beast but it was for him...to protect him.

🦴 Yandere Survivor knew you still loved him! You two had left your city when the outbreak happened but now that everywhere is infected he really wanted to go home.

Walking along the empty street road. Riley noticed a car was coming along. That's never a good sign, survivors smart enough to find petrol are smart enough to shoot zombies on sight. He gently grabs your hand. He's worried if he used too much strength your hand will rip of your body. The car stops, survivors get out warily. "Don't shoot!" Yandere Survivor yelled out.

🦴 Yandere Survivor didn't really have anything else he could say. He saw one of them grab something from behind their back. He grabbed his shot gun and fired twice. One in each head, they collapsed to the ground almost simultaneously. If he didn't feel sick he probably would've laughed. All that could be heard was retching and his vomiting splattering against the ground. That's the first time he took a lift technically. I mean he'd shot before but so you could go in for the kill.

Riley walked over to the corpses. It was a gun the survivor was going for but it didn't make him feel any better. Yandere Survivor looks in the car, he can hear chewing and a almost moist noise of lips slapping together. He loves you but no zombie could eat in a non disgusting way. He grabbed some of the food he found in the car. A protein bar, bag of nuts it was all useful out here. He noticed a map. Funnily enough they weren't as easy to find as in those zombie games. Looking along those lines stretching out for all over there was a scribbled circle around where you and him had been with the title "specimen". Riley should of caught on sooner it was about you.

More and more survivors were trying to interact with you two, especially trying to immobilise you.

🦴 Yandere Survivor had enough by the fourth time. Holding another survivor at gun point "What's going on!?" He can hear you grunt behind him agreeing with him. "That thing! That's what they want! They said we'd have safety - You- you wouldn't understand! You have a little guard dog by your-" he was cut off by the sound of his own jaw being blown off. The body slumps on the ground. Nobody gets to talk about you like that. You nudge his giving a displeased looked. "Oh yeah! Probably should of asked who 'they' was, shouldn't of I?"

🦴 Yandere Survivor did find out it was scientists looking for you. I mean you're the most human zombie out there but for you to be studied they'd definitely have to cut you open. He's not letting that happen. He's lost part of you, he's not losing the rest. The first two full kills upset him greatly but now he can do it without even cringing. Yandere Survivor couldn't tell if you're more human or he's more zombie at this point.

🦴 But with all this going on with all the darkness and violence there's a few happy times! Yandere Survivor got used to your cold hands holding his arm or your grunts that only he could understand. He never got chance to propose to you but he supposed that also works about you two aren't together till death do you part. He's stayed after that.

[rottenraccoons]

hi there! i know you've said before that oleander and francesco's routes could release either separately or together- can i ask what the current plan is, if there is one?

We actually talked about this pretty seriously recently and we've decided to split Oleander and Francesco's releases. I'll preface this by saying: everyone is okay, we're all dealing with life's slings and arrows as they come (and they have come!) but no one is in an emergency situation to force this change. I wanna talk our reasoning since this is an about-face on our earlier plans, but since that's gonna be some chunky-ass paragraphs, I'll pop it under a readmore. The TL;DR is that Oleander's second chapter will be coming out first, with Francesco to follow, and both are planned to be released in 2025.

So, we haven't talked about this explicitly because it's hard to chat about this without sounding like we're throwing someone under the bus, but reading between the lines of our monthly updates you might've picked up on the fact that I (Violet) have just made more and quicker progress in script-writing than Tobi.

This isn't a question of skill or dedication to the project; Tobi adores Obscura, and y'all have seen her writing! What she does have is a contractual obligation that only allows her to put a small number of hours into Obscura per month, whereas I have a lot of control over my schedule and no such contractual issues.

The end result is that Oleander's second chapter (which isn't done, but is through the major bottleneck of the writing phase) is going to be done a fair bit sooner than Francesco's. We love you all to the ends of the Earth for being so understanding about our release schedule, and we always keep in mind that Obscura must first and foremost be something we enjoy working on. But there's still some pressure on us to release chapters as soon as we can, and sitting on a completed chapter doesn't feel good.

We want Obscura's updates to go out sooner; more frequent updates are good for us getting a sense of progress, they're good for us in a business sense, and it just feels better in general. Oleander's second chapter going out sooner will release a lot of the pressure on us, and especially on completing Francesco's second chapter.

Here's what that means for you: we're still planning to be finished with Chapter Two in 2025. Oleander's second chapter will be coming out first, and as soon as we are confident we'll hit our planned release date we'll let you know. Francesco will come later in the year, and once we're certain about release dates we'll let you know that one, too.

And for anyone who's wondering about it: Mugi still wants to do a Oleander & Francesco image to go with the Cirrus & Keir one, and it would come with Francesco's second chapter to celebrate the completion of Chapter Two.

I know this isn't the ideal release plan for everyone (it obviously wasn't our first pick, either), so thank you so much for being understanding, and thank you to everyone who has been supporting us so far. We could not have gotten this far without your enthusiasm for this project, and we're so grateful for every one of you.

[starflungwaddledee]

Oooo starstruck dee has little stars at the bottom of her feet! Are they just aesthetic or would they make imprints into the ground? (like pawprints)

exactly like that! though she's not the only one...

edit: might need to add some additional dialogue to this to make it more clear, but a clarification in the interim; he knows about his own footprints. he's just surprised to see something similar already there when he knows he's only just landed. he lifts his own shoe to confirm that they're not identical (and also to reveal this to the viewer). seems his stoicism beat off the clarity in this one, sorry 😭

[liones-s]

it is once again that time of year to ask for the extensions you need.

[bibibbon]

Worse, is that this general is the one who cannonically suffers from abuse and being treated like a monster for his magic ability to raise the dead by his mother and folks in his hometown. AND HE'S THE KINDER ONE OF THE GENERALS WHO STILL CARE FOR HUMANITY DESPITE BEING ON DRACULA'S SIDE! Oh, and he ended up leaving Dracula and fought against him and his former general friend in the games! Yet, the show treats him so cruelly (mainly because the screenwriter was getting back at his coworker who was telling him he should stop disrespecting the franchise their doing the show on(that screenwriter was fired for allegations but the crew still used his scripts regardless). And that's just an icing on the cake with Netflix Castlevania. 4/5

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Hector is probably my favourite castlevania character in the series just because I find his character arc so intriguing. However, I was quite disappointed by how his character arc in season 4 was handled and how they tried to paint it so that hector x Lenore was somehow a healthy ship when it never was.

Iam guessing that you're comparing netflix hector to the OG hector which to be fair netflix castlevania has very much done a complete spin on many of the OG characters hector included (if I read the OG spoilers right hector ends up fighting Issac and being much more active in the plot to the point I have seen people describe him as alucard 2.0)

Hector's character starts with him being a general for dracula and working for him. The depicts Hector and Isaac to be on equal footing during season 1 especially during their shared scenes either them together or with dracula. Heck even their own individual scenes interacting with other characters like camilla or godbrand held weight and showed the importance and power they held.

During season 2 we see the differences between Hector and Isaacs ideologies and we see the different paths that the characters are narrativey built up to take with Hector getting manipulated by camilla and betraying dracula which is contrasted to Isaac who chose to stay by dracula's side and had to be manually teleported away by dracula to escape safely.

We learn that Hector's ideology and belief when making the truce with dracula is that the human population will live like livestock and be controlled as such. Hector wanted humanity to be controlled in a "merciful" way pigs raised to slaughter in a way where they can be used tools to feed the vampires and for them to be raised in a way where they cannot harm and kill other humans.

What's interesting is that Hector clearly states that he doesn't love the rest of humanity but still views their existence as valuable and and important to the world. Ideally, with this ideology Hector shouldn't mind if dracula did change his plan and resorted to killing all of the humans that plauge the earth but in as we see from his conversations with camilla he very much does mind that. The whole reason that Hector was able to be manipulated to betray dracula is because of that change within his character. What's even more interesting is that Hector was able to tell that dracula was grieving and a "a shell of his former self". Hector could tell that over the past year that the death of lissa truly took a toll on dracula and this could be linked to the reason as to why Hector is considered somewhat empathetic especially when it comes to his night creatires whom he treats like proper beings.

Hector believes that by forging night creatures they become their own beings that need a merciful master and he believes that the act of brining night creatures to life is an act of mercy. He believes that he "brings life from death", giving a new purpose or meaning to a soul and saving them from hell.

Hector holds the belief that humans should be controlled like livestock to limit them from their evil actions and an interesting thing that both dracula and isaac bring up is that Hector only knows how to treat others like livestock and he only knows how to also be treated as such. All of Hector's past relationships, whether that be with random individuals or his parents, have all been negative. They have all been so bad that Hector decided that the perfect way to live his life was to be completely isolated away from civilisation. This twisted view that he has ends up ending into quite the tragic irony later on.

From birth Hector was unwanted by his mother and his father used him as a tool to get money and power from him because Hector could do alchemy. So yes from the beginning of Hector's life he was abused by both his parents (it got so bad that he literally burnt them alive in his old house to get away from them) so that's a major reason as to why he doesn't understand how a normal healthy relationship works because sadly he never had one. The only joy Hector could receive was his friendship with his night creatures and ultimately this led him to develop a dangerous belief that things should be controlled by a "merciful" ruler ultimately the term merciful is incredibly vague and may not even be what the standard belief of the word is as he fully described that having humans be pigs raised to slaughter as somehow merciful?!?!

We then move onto season 3 where we ultimately should see Hector at his worst state and we see the complete dehumanisation and manipulation that Hector goes through. In the beginning of season 3 Hector arrives chained up like a dog and walking barefoot. He is literally being treated like an animal, like livestock which is ironic considering his previous beliefs.

After he arrives he is physically stripped off any clothes and gets cold water poured all over him as a way to clean him and gets a mouldy piece of bread as food. Yep castlevania goes out of its way to show just how badly Hector is being treated and the utter dehumanisation of his character. This can also be interpreted as a form of karma for betraying dracula and showing him that his previous ideologies by having humans be controlled like livestock is a bad idea (he literally suffers the consequences of his ideology).

This dehumanisation isn't only done by camilla but also by lenore who in their first scene together literally compares Hector to a dog and treats him as such (actually you can argue that she treats him worse than a dog). We see lenore actively manipulating and stripping Hector of his own autonomy and agency as a being keeping him trapped and only allowing him for a walk if he had a collar on?!?! (Handcuffs exisit but i think the collar thing was intentional by her) and she goes further to basically ignore his experiences with vampires and say that "they aren't monsters" like she and camilla aren't committing vile acts towards Hector (this is just another way of lenore's manipulation on screen)

Hector and lenore's first meeting is clearly staged in a way where we can see that ultimately lenore has more power whether that be from the proxmeics where we see that lenore is clearly above Hector and she has to sit down to reach his level. Heck even when she is sitting down she is still above him (literally and metaphorically) she is also clothed elegantly and has a veil on her that she removes to make herself seem more friendly and make herself seem like she is getting down to Hector's level all while Hector is naked and barely has anything to cover himself. The two are separated by a jail cell quite literally showing us that they have two different lives and showing us just how separated the two are with lenore still leaving a huge gap between them (enough to show that she still cares but also enough to command respect and show authority)

Ultimately Hector is at his worst and lenore is at her best. Hector is practically bribed into making a pact or a deal with the devil. A deal where he is exploited day and night for simple human rights (the right to decent food, clothing, some autonomy etc etc). This from the very beginning is an unequal deal one that lenore cleverly frames as a business deal where Hector is somehow on equal footing when he is literally their prisoner and foremaster.

(Am I ignoring some aspects of season 4 when ir comes to lenore's characterisation? Yes! Yes iam because I liked her so much more as a character who manipulates, who wants to be seen as important and is kind for image purposes. I liked her evil more than her being whiny in season 4)

Throughout season 3 and 4 we see lenore get closer to Hector and ultimately do more manipulating. She uses sex as a means to overpower him and show him whose in contorl. She traps him both mentally and physically with the ring on his finger and she tries to depict herself and her sisters as the good guys. Her phrasing going around the whole "yes camilla is angry and has an attitude but she would never kill you" (because you're valuable and needed to be a forgemaster although she doesn't say it). Heck even in the very last episode she still clings to that belief that after everything vampires (specifically her and her sisters gave done) that they aren't monsters and that in a way her actions are justified.

Like I said I hated season 4's characterisation of Hector, lenore, the sisters and Isaac's (not so much isaac though)

It made sense for isaac to spare Hector and heck I think it may of been a bit foreshadowed if we take the conversation isaac had with the pirate into consideration.

Hector should (but never got to) of stood up and betrayed the sister's. He should of learnt that his ideology of having humans being controlled like livestock is wrong because it will never be and can never be done under "merciful" conditions since good must always exsit with evil and the other way is also true. Hector learning such a thing would also have his character betray lenore and go back to his previous beliefs that she was indeed exploiting him.

The sisters should of ended things together. Season 3 established the undying loyalty and trust that they had for each other and in my opinion it would of been imapctful to stay that way even if camilla's ambition was the thing to cause their downfall.

Lenore should of lived and died, lived and been taken down by Hector ultimately escaping and landing om top pr she should of died with the sisters. She had potential to be a cunning villain who in her words shouldn't be looked down upon or underestimated for wanting peace or little amounts of violence as possible.

In the end I agree. Hector was treated horribly by the narrative specifically when it comes to terms of abuse and how the narrative treats the topic or theme.

However, I am not fully aware of the controversy surrounding the nextflix castelvanina especially the things to do in the writing room but I have started to look into it and yikes it's not good (and that comment is an understatement)

[averysmolkirbo]

they may not be writer moments and there may not be 10 of them (i'll see what i've got) but i'd say i could give you some of my best moments as a reader

My ✨️Chaotic Reader Moments✨️

Once i'm pretty sure i had a full blown panic attack while reading a fight scene (it was really good, and the character's fate's kinda depended on the fight so i was nervous af)

First fic i ever read, i felt so many things that i wondered if thats what people who liked 'normal' books liked. It felt like opening a hidden door

During said first fic, when the two main characters argued and then split up, i cried, for like the next 10 minutes while reading, not knowing if or when they would get back together

Once in an english class that i later dropped for hurting me one too many times, i had to describe what kind of things i liked reading (which was only fanfic. nothing else) and i had to find a way to tiptoe around the word 'fanfic' itself so i would seem less like a dork who reads nothing but fanfic, only to get my feedback and the prof saw RIGHT thru it. didnt even mention how i tried to dance around it. they were just like 'oh yea i liked fanfic when i was a teen/young adult too :)' and i was internally like 'nooooooooo my schemes they didnt work'

this is hardly rare or unique but due to my system for finding fics being 'quickly read over the tags, make sure its not too weird, mayyyybe read the summary and jump right in' i tend to end up in situations that may have been resolved if i read more

one situation was when i accidentally read a word-count of 60,000(!) as 6,000 and thought 'hey this is a nice thing to read before bed' and then as i was pretty deep into chapter one i got suspicious that this was wayyyy more than 6,000 words and i was right and also in to deep to stop. oops. my sleep that night was screwed but i read thru like chapter 2 or 3 (they were about 10k a chapter) but it is now my favorite fanfic and the thing that singlehandely made me love a character i used to despise.

Another instance that may have been avoided with better research is thinking the tags were bluffing. they were not. They were NOT BLUFFING. god i wish i knew what 'abuse of vacuum cleaner' meant before i had to read that, with my own two eyes. ("What are they going to do, slap the vacuum?" - innocent me)

another tag from that fic i didnt understand and wished i understood sooner was like 'character a & character b get stuck' which confused me because like?? stuck where??? what do you mean by that?? it meant exactly what it said. stuck. together. physically. Intimately. to each other.

there may have also been 'abuse of paintbrush' and i may have also had a paintbrush myself. and morbid curiosity. and very bad impulse control. im not gonna be able to look a paintbrush the same way again

✨ 10 chaotic writer facts you didn’t ask for but are getting anyway ✨

I write 1,000–3,000 words a day. Not because I’m disciplined, but because I have no social life and mild control issues. It’s fine. I’m fine.

Before I ever touched a keyboard, I was an artist. Like, sketchbook-at-recess, drew-my-own-manga-level obsessed. I’ve been drawing since I was five. Now I use those powers to procrastinate writing.

I talk to my characters like they’re real people. I once argued with one out loud in a grocery store. We’re not on speaking terms anymore.

I name all my WIPs things like “pain_project” or “he cries again.docx” because I enjoy foreshadowing my own breakdowns.

I collect empty notebooks like a Victorian ghost who died tragically in a stationary store.

I have cried because a character forgave someone. That’s it. That’s the fact.

Sometimes I start new projects just to avoid editing old ones. This is not a healthy system but it is a personality.

I finish a gut-wrenching scene and then go eat cereal like nothing happened. Cold emotional whiplash is my brand.

I regularly forget what my characters are supposed to know, and when it happens, I just give them sudden intuition or full-blown memory loss.

I’ve rage-deleted whole chapters because a side character took over and made the main one look bland. And yes, I made the side character the lead.

Okay, now your turn—drop your own ✨10 chaotic writer facts✨. I know you’ve got them. Don’t leave me screaming into the void alone. Reblog this with your chaos, I want to see the beautiful mess.

Love u all!

[adhd-languages]

how to keep motivation when language learning? i always lose interest a couple weeks after picking up a new language and i feel that starting to happen with my current one too

I try and find low-key ways to keep up the language until I’m feeling more motivated, and also try to incorporate my interests into the language learning.

For example, I’ve not been very motivated with Japanese recently. But I listen to a Japanese podcast to fall asleep, and I’ve been really into Sky : Children of the Light, so I’ve been looking for videos in Japanese about the game. I’ve also been playing stardew valley in Japanese.

I’ve kind of just accepted my interest in actively studying will ebb and flow, and it’s fine if I just learn a bit slower (taking breaks and then coming back to it).

I also find following lots of langblrs or studyblrs can help. Its a pretty supportive community and seeing other peoples excitement makes me more motivated.

Sorry if the answer isn’t super helpful 🙏 it’s super difficult to keep motivated studying for me as well.

[all-cf-me]

Dodge has been frustrated with Ed's obliviousness before, but never quite as much as right now. It's not like he can even blame him, though... it's not fair to expect Ed to understand when this is the first time Dodge has ever experienced it himself.

"It's not you," he defends again, and however cliche it sounds makes the reassurance no less true. Dodge keeps parrying around, deflecting and blocking and leaping out of the way to avoid any real consequences, but he's growing frustrated: he has to go for a blow, and if he draws blood, so be it. "I like you, Ed. But I shouldn't like you, and if you like me, you shouldn't. We're not meant to be liked, or play games, or go to fancy restaurants. We're mutants."

He stands up, then, finally retreating from that look Ed's giving him. "The world went to shit when that meteor hit, and the sooner we all die off and let humans fix it, the better."

As if his own reaction isn't bad enough, Ed's makes the situation even worse... confused, attentive, wary. Rightfully so, but Dodge wants to hurt Ed's feelings even less than he wants to face that decades-old mass of cobwebs inside himself. It's a new realization that maybe he's not worried about the fallout from his own perspective this time as much as he's worried about Ed - it's hard to forget that the last time they were so close, Dodge's blood was melting a hole right through that dumb, handsome face.

"No, you didn't," he's quick to say, punctuating the reassurance with a small shake of his head. Ed creeps closer and he lets him, though if he attempts to get any closer Dodge is ready to throw up a hand to keep him rigidly, stubbornly at-bay. Who is he trying to protect here, anyway?

"I don't know, Ed," Dodge tentatively starts, though speaking so plainly about his knot of emotion makes him feel like a dog gone belly-up. "I guess I am worried... and just angry. Angry about you."

[heartbreakfeelsogood-moved]

anxiety will have me wishing i could google search things like “how to ask my manager if i can put her as a reference on my resume while i try to find a second job so i don’t have to move back halfway across the country to live with my mom and feel like i’m starting over again”

[asundering]

mildly freaking out because i found the league wiki page holding the odyssey: extraction english announcer lines that I have been searching for. forever. for years. for these lines for both referencing and nostalgia purposes.

[vyragosa]

You're really inspiring. I've been following you for three years now, and I think it has changed my life because I learned to pull out the passion and emotion that is inside of me when things like that seemed to come so naturally to you. I wanted to pull it out of my own self when I saw you. I was always afraid to be open about those things, but seeing you made me less afraid. I've been in a sentimental mood, so I wanted to say thank you, and that I mean it so much. I have so much gratitude. I think you inspire a lot of people just by being yourself here on tumblr. Thank you 💕 and your art is among the most beautiful I have ever seen. It's really incredible to watch you improve, you just keep making things even more beautiful, it's incredible. I hope go far with your art, i think you will. I hope that it takes you somewhere special

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

still very disappointed they cheated us by making this guy be able to uwu his way out of being a villain

[autosarcophagy-avaritia]

Well. I am alive. I guess. So theres that much.