#this is like. 50% vent 50% genuine question

[multigenderswag]

If yall hate it when male+female people who are attracted to women call themselves lesbians, what the fuck do you want them to call themselves?

[the-punforgiven]

Sometimes I am reminded that For Honor can be both the most fun shit in the world and also the most viscerally unfun thing to ever exist in the universe and it depends entirely on who you're fighting and how many of them there are

[yugiohz]

i love this blog because most of you don't care about or follow bnha so i can vent here without getting dogpiled by other readers. also, everyone is welcome to comment, disagree etc. as long as you're respectful, what i don't like though is when people who haven't read bnha in years add comments/speculations ike bro you weren't there!!! anyway i put this rant under a read more ^-^

to preface this, I don't want to bitch and moan too much about this epilogue, Horikoshi seems to have given up and tbh we don't know what drove him to this point of resignation (probably overexertion).

I've made around 50 posts about the todoroki closure and what kind of ending they received, but i think there's one thing that bothered me that i never menitoned; I have a bone to pick with class 1A being granted immunity to everything while the villains have to bear the brunt of horikoshi's questionable decisions.

while i never really cared about class 1a, i've always respected that class 1A's community is a focal aspect of horikoshi's storytelling. In that regard, I wasn't surprised that Shoto would be okay with the dysfunctional state of his family because they've never been a support system for him , class 1A is his support system and where he first builds his genuine relationships and that's cute. I also think Shoto's shouout to class 1A in the epilogue tied rlly well into his fight with Dabi (the anime made it even nice imo), like i can't deny that shoto's 1st year of high school helped him so much on so many levels!

that being said, that transition from family to class 1A still left a bitter taste in my mouth because, to me (!!!!!!!!), it just felt emblematic of the ignorance and shortsightedness that permeates horikoshi's writing, especially coupled with these recent chapters; this epilogue enforces bnha's ignorant belief that as long as deku's immediate cirlce (class 1A) is fine and trying their best, we don't have to worry about anything else; Class 1A get to have their corny moments, survive heart attacks & open heart surgeries, their arms grow back, but NONE of that suspension of disbelief that it takes to accept this make-belief story is granted to the villains. The juxtaposition between how class 1A was handled vs. how the villains were handled is too jarring. This epilogue cemented to me (!!!) that heroes and villains seem to abide by 2 separate sets of diegetic rules/logic, which is just bad writing to me because there is no coherence behind it beyond the "good people deserve good endings and abjects of society deserve bad endings". you really can't be mad at "villain stans" for being incredibly frustrated when we SEE that horikoshi can very well bend some rules and make characters survive (which in itself isn't even my main gripe) and grant them kinder endings.

I love tragedies and I would be fine with some not so great outcomes (dabi) if the asymmetry between heroes and villains weren't to jarring. This epilogue made it very clear whom horikoshi deems worthy of kindness & dignity and whom he doesn't.

Class 1A getting to live in their little microcosm where they get rewareded for mere effort & can sing and dance all kumbaya while every single villain (VICTIM) dies is just insane. It feels perverse to me. and while i do think that shoto's love for class 1A is convincing and fits his arc, I also think that it's a bit ridiculous that horikoshi always emphasizes that love when shoto doesn't form significant relationships outside of the main boy circle, how come ochako is also part of that circle but he doesn't talk to her once (misogyny), horikoshi talks an awful lot about this particular bond when shoto has like 3 friends in that class, which is fine but you can't be mad at me for wanting him to put some effort into how shoto deals with his BROTHER like they should've gotten a bigger moment..........

I can come to terms with dabi's ending tbh. while i wouldn't have written it like that, he's always been a dead man walking so whatever, i can see the tragic value of it in some grotesque way even though i'd love for a victim to survive this violence. But shigaraki's ending is extremely insulting and leaves a very questionable message like what's the point of this.

whatever this epilogue is beyong ridiculous to me & horikoshi is tired so i will let this rest and not waste my time being any more upset about it hopefully. most of bnha has been very fun and the bakudeku plotline was handled beautifully imo, you can tell horikoshi put effort and love into that and for that i'm grateful <3 don't ask me anything about the villians tho

i wrote this at 7am on an empty stomach so feel free to comment/correct/remind of sth i love talking about this :)

and as much as i appreciate the much more positive reception of these recent chapters I read those posts too, I don't think it's wrong to say that, on a very basic level, bnha is extremely disappointing for failing its biggest victims

the only thing that could make me take back all of my criticism would be bnha 2.0 in which horikoshi would actually make his characters reflect onn whatever happened lmaoooo

[codegeassfacts]

50 Questions to Suzaku // Newtype Romance February 2007 // Canon

These are 50 questions asked to Suzaku in the Newtype Romance; While it's not that much interesting, it's still quite fun;

What's your birthday ? July 10th.

Bloodtype ? Type O.

**Bloodtype says a lot about personnaliy in japanese culture**

What is your height ?

176cm.

**Short boy with long legs**

Favorite color?

Red. Because it seems impreganted with passion, and also because it's in my name.

*Suzaku is a famous phoenix in the japanese mythology; Also Kallen could have had a shot with Suzaku**

What are your Hobbies? I'd say maybe fishing, I used to fish a lot.

Liberal arts or sciences? Or are you more the athletic type? My reflexes being my best asset, I think I'm the athletic type.

What's your best subject? Well...Physical eduction... That's not great, right? I'll have to try harder.

What are your grades like?

Well, since I only started attending school recently, I can't really say. Someone went to a lot of trouble to ensure I'd be able to go, though, so I'm going to hang in there.

What is your dream for the future? For this country to be free of conflict.

Please describe your personality with character in between 2 and 6. Genuine. Miss Milly said so, I guess then ? Can't really disagree with Madam President.

Please tell us what your strong and weak points are. My diligence is vrobably my strenght, but I'm also pretty rough, and I make a lot of little mistakes, I guess those are weaknesses, right?

Favorite foods? I like foods with strong flavors. Food with demiglace sauce, that sort of things.

Your least favorite foods? Miss Cecile's original creations. Don't say it out of there but those are difficult to endure...

After you wake up, what's the first thing you eat? My toothbrush. Morning person or Night person?

I've been in the military for a while now, so I'm basically a morning person. Even Though, if I put my mind to it, I can sleep anywhere at anytime.

Which do you prefer, baths or showers? I take a lot of showers.

When did you first fall in love? (And with whom?) An older girl who worked in my house when I was little. I was only three or something , but I was an early bloomer, you see.

*I think it was in a DVD commentary that they said Suzaku had already gotten experience with a woman who was older //I he isn't a virgin, he really had a thing with onee san**

Your greatest failure? Well, i don't think i'd say that to anyone

How do you vent your frustrations? I yell into the sky when there's no one else around, of course…

Who would you say is your personal hero? I think someone who, for the sake of what they love and what's important to them, sticks to their own principles… could be called a hero.

Indoor type? Outdoor type? I'm the outdoor type.

What's in your wallet? I mostly use cash.

Special skill? I'm run vretty fast (To escape?) Not at all ! How do you commute to school? I walk sinceI live directly across the street from my school.

When have you been glad to be a man?

Well I've been glad I don't need to bother about wearing makeup or being fashionable, that sort of thing. But when you're in the military, it doesn't change much.

What do you most want to eat right now? Gorgeous 4 Pizza.It's supposed to be gorgeous, so I want to see what it's like. Describe your ideal family situation. I won't ask for a lot, just to be with a person I love.

**...Suzaku. I wish we'd have gotten an alternate perfect ending where they could all have lived together with Lelouch. Ideal ending.**

Favorite season? Spring. Because I like cherry blossoms, and it's an exciting time of year, don't you think?

Do you get up easily in the morning, or is it a struggle? I directly wake up.

How many hours of sleep do you get usually ?

I sleep six hours a night.

What was your last dream? A Huge monster attacked me. What was especially scary was that it had Arthur's face!

How much time does it take you to get ready in the morning? Two minutes when i'm fast and five minutes when i'm slow. Three of those minutes are spent brushing my teeth.

Do you have anyone you admire?

Miss Cecile, she's a gentle mentor you can rely on. Also, princess Euphemia. Well only women…

**We knew he was a woman ally**

Please tell us how you spend your holidays.

I go into the city, so that I can see other people enjoying their lives.

Western food or Japanese food? Well, miso soup is a must. I'm making some right now.

If you could be born again, what would you like to be?

Looking at Arthur I can't help but think it must be nice being an animal; Even though, I'd like to be reborn as a human.

What have you been really into lately? Spending time with the student council members. It's been a while since I had friends.

**This man was hated even back in S1. Nonsense**

Your favorite animal? I like all animals.

Of the necessities for life, which one do you think is the most important? Food is fundamental, but, clothing is also a contender if you think about it.

Sorry to push this on you, but what is love ? It might be something that gets taken away from you. But that's sad.

**.....**

Please take a guess at what you'll be like 30 years from now. I think I'll have thicker hair than Lelouch.

If you could time travel, when would you return to ? Those summer days I spent with Lelouch and Nunnally.

Favorite book? (Or what magazines do you read frequently?) Lately, I've been reading cat magazines.

Your favroite type of woman? Women who are strong to the core are attractive. Do I prefer older women? Ah, well that...

**Red color and strong woman ? Kallen and Suzaku really should spend some time together after Zero Requiem, taking care of each other wounds**

Is it better to devote yourself, or to have someone else devote themselves to you ? I'd like to try receiving devotion, but I think I'm the devoting type.

Did you receive any Valentine's Day chocolate ? How much? Well, for someone like me, it's ...

What would you do with a million yen? (Like if you won the lottery?) If I won the lottery… The first thing I'd do would be pay for my school. I'm much indebted to others right now.

What type of person is Lelouch? At first glance, he seems coldhearted, doesn't he ? But he's really a gentle, passionate guy.

We've already reached the forty-ninth question. Are you getting tired? No, the time really flew by.

What do you want for Christmas? I don't need anything myself. Whatever you would have given to me can be passed on to kids.

*Good boy.**

[katyspersonal]

And perhaps some headcanons on Maria & Gehrman 🥺 if you want to

Back to the cute ship headcanons scheduled program!

💔 Damn, I used to write Gehrman as that tormented, traumatised, emotional brick of a man orphaned as a child and only having found peace, healthy outlet for his obtained negative impulses and development as a very inventive individual thanks to very patient and loving adoptive parents! Who only first felt WHAT IS LOOOVE~ at the age of like, 50, and towards Maria, hahah. The core of that interpretation still stands, and I think Hunter's Dream doesn't really age people, and Gehrman was getting "older" only mentally, so the two would still have about 20 years of an age gap, yeah; Not necessarily a damning thing - various sorts of dynamics can happen, and they are not always inherently dysfunctional!

🌻 Despite Maria idealising him and being really impressed by his skills as monsters hunter / archaeologist, she would not be quite all that shy and coy, far be it. She could still object him and speak her honest mind if she deemed it appropriate - a trait he appreciated in people dearly, having (unintentionally) appeared to be 'menacing' in his younger years (not to mention the absolutely abnormal height). Her sincerity, sometimes even naive one, was one of the things that attracted him!

💔 I believe that Maria was the one to teach other Old Hunters, Gehrman included, the Art of Quickening; it seems to be a very Pthumerian thing (the elder, man), and it is implied it's her bone that Paleblood Hunter can use to do the trick! It was one of the instances of 'a student having something to teach to the teacher'. Gehrman would quickly get accustomed to treating the younger woman as an equal, which resulted in him at times venting to her about his middle-aged man grudges, harsh past and fuckin health issues. Maria was feeling awkward, but not in the bad way; not only she was glad to help out a friend that Gehrman became, but also could confirm those were not the cringiest things she heard ahahah

🌻 They could discuss engine and effectiveness of weapons, battle tactics, history of wars and weapons creations and so on for HOURS. This stuff is Gehrman's special interest that makes his eyes spark with enthusiasm and adds life in his otherwise sad and detached manner of speaking, whereas Maria was a good listener, and genuinely interested on her own as a Knight with noble motivations to protect the humanity from "monsters" looming over. Gerhman could not help but felt very moved by a person who is not only much younger, but also A GIIIIIRL o_o o: 🤯 to listen about this stuff with so much interest and comprehension. She asked very interesting questions, too.

💔 In trying to be more like him, Maria was trying to pull the "no cutesy!!!" mentality, regardless of still loving flowers, ribbons, animals (especially baby ones) and other adorable stuff. She wanted to be tough to impress him more, so that side of her would be pushed aside more and more. The plot twist? Gehrman himself is a HUGE fucking softie loving dolls, flowers, tea-parties and all that! He himself was trying to repress that side of him, to create the image of a tough badass mentor only knowing how to kill - especially for Maria. Basically, they both turned out to be total idiots upon trying to impress one another with how Tough TM they would be xD

🌻 It does not mean that they are not ALSO tough, however! Maria was the one to remove his beasthood-infected leg and carry his injured ass all by herself to seek help; and Gehrman once killed an Executioner guy that tried to have a go at Maria when she was succumbing to vampiric blood-lust and was able to talk her down into sanity all by himself. All not to mention how most of the hunts they were paired together; a common practice amongst hunters, so no beast will creep from behind (check Gascoigne + Henryk). They saved each other at least once with just the power of their loyalty and the character.

💔 I do believe there was a window in the timeline for Maria and Gehrman to have had dated, actually, before initial breakup with Maria abandoning the hunt and being greatly disappointed in Gehrman for seeing Laurence's ass and not being able to say no 'madness of his curiosity'. But, I do think they'd have a hella hard time coming together, both being very shy and uncertain about it. Gehrman would feel very self-conscious about being 'too old and broken' for the young, beautiful and energetic person like her, not willing to burden her with his old man shit; meanwhile, Maria would (falsely) assume he already has a lot of simps, among older and more experienced women (or men, for that matter) and she risked losing his respect and approval by even trying to flirt. It would be their friends like Henryk, Matias (Blood Minister from cutscene) and maybe even Ludwig and Laurence themselves that would see the Tension (TM) and try to talk to them about it or set them up together so they could break it. For some reason, in my stuff every single ship with Maria comes down to 'just fucking TALK already AAAAAAAA' fsdhfhds

🌻 TMI but Gehrman would be not the best lover, actually...? (subjective hmmm) His style is to go too slowly, give too many kisses, feel too strongly too intensely, fondle every bit of the person's body... and then fuckin' fall asleep on them from the sheer feelings of warmth and tenderness overwhelming him fdjhfhsdf If something was to ever happen between the two, Maria would have to take the lead, as someone who sure has a tender side, but is not THAT much of a slave to it, hahah. But they probably never had a 'something', some couples just vibe and are happy like that, you know?

💔 Their first kiss was probably on a bet by playing with friends, though. Again - they were very shy and hesitant, fully sure that the other did not feel the same, whereas having cringe gremlins for friends that wanted to help them to come to terms with their attraction hahah. (you dipshits smh)

🌻 In plenty of ways, actually, my version of Gehrmaria is just hetero ship version of Valtr x Yamamura. A battle-hardened ruthless killer mentor figure and a young, passionate warrior with fair share of naivety but also a great potential. Gehrman was as inspiring for Maria with his stoicism as Valtr was inspiring to Yamamura with his rage and passion.

💔 "Okay, no, for reals, enough with the 'Gerhman ruined Maria's masculinity with the Doll' takes. Where are the 'Gehrman's FEMININITY was not allowed to show off so he projected hard' takes?" (c) quotes of great Russian girls. For real though, imagine Maria helping Gehrman to pick a dress and being THE source of approval x) It is all light-hearted, of course, as you know I jiggle like 5 version of why Doll is Like That and all of them are nice to Gehrman's character, but I think this dynamic would be the cutest!

🌻 Actually, most of the times I see this ship as best friends that simply hug and kiss ... more often than 'friends' would do that, let's say so. When they would not hunt, or perhaps in a "happy"/modern AU - they would go on adventures and explore, especially abandoned and historical places. Just experiencing the world together and being fucking NERDS. Absolute fucking NERDS about most of the things. When they do not share the interest - it is always one being a great listener!

💔 It might feel a little sad, but I imagined them preferring to adopt a child (if they'd ever get to that stage of relationship) rather than having one of their own. Maria would fear to pass the 'evil', 'bloody' genetics, and Gehrman would respect the concern - whereas having his own motivation to give care and love to "discarded" child that he once was. They would be a really good couple of adoptive parents, really. Not something that was meant to happen in canon, of course. Hahaha! Imagine an AU where they absolutely destroy the Choir and instead take all the orphans as their adopted kids! Now, if they only still had balls after Laurence's influence, huh?

stares at Laurence like in this meme:

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Thank you for the ask! I know this was more the 'dynamic' rather than the ship itself, but I tried! For me it is just one of those ships in which types of love kinda blur, so it is hard to say what type of companions they'd be determined as. I do still think they used to be very close, regardless of what kind of a bond it was!

[catboii]

((just a "little" (ha) update I guess, nothing major, just a note that I'm sorry if I post alot this week with seemingly no regard for my/my muse's vast presence on the dash, or if I end up writing alot of short weird drabbles to vent.... if there's questionable stuff it'll be tagged like always <3

I understand if you need to unfollow me to keep your dash clear for other people if you're mobile etc. or if you need to blacklist my muse's url for a bit if it's overwhelming

After xmas everything may have settled and if you wanna refollow then I'd welcome you back and wouldn't ask any questions. your comfort (whatever that may classify as in the context) is my utmost priority!

normally I try not to clutter, and I try to keep general post reblogs minimal and just queue most of them. I'm just... not doing too good rn

then again it's a 50/50 that I'll be posting nothing at all, just making my muse's presence known if it wants to sorta wave at someone from the depths of my brain hell jail.

I'll still be checking in around xmas stuff bc this muse gives me v happy bubbly vibes whenever I write it and that's honestly what I need rn.

I'm sorry if your muse reblogs/replies to one of mine's posts or smth and I seemingly glance over it. I genuinely just didn't see it. I always try and respond to stuff, or if it doesn't know how to reply I at least acknowledge that my muse saw it by liking it. but I might not have the mental capacity to actually keep up w stuff

...

BASICALLY I'm either gonna be kinda quiet or rly hyperfixated on not being in my own head for the next week or so.

I'm obv stressed anyway bc I need to do xmas shopping still and it's a struggle bc online it probs won't come in time. we're going "late night shopping" on thursday though so hopefully we can get a bunch of stuff then

but mainly an old work friend of mine passed away today. He's been unwell for a few years, and I dunno if he knew what it was and was just keeping it quiet, or if they genuinely couldn't work it out. last I heard he was getting MRIs.

I had a complicated relationship w him (positive) bc he was either bipolar or had BPD like me (although he wasn't diagnosed with either, but it was obvious he at least had bipolar), and if you know anything abt BPD you know what an FP (favourite person) is, and we were sort of each other's when we were working together? I think. like I say he wasn't diagnosed, but it felt like that. we hit it off really quick and were both really comfortable with each other, and he was just the sweetest most supportive person. he was one of my FPs, which basically means my brain was cursed to be in intense friendlove with him. He would tell me that he loved me and appreciated my friendship, was always saying you need to tell people you love them, however you can, however you mean it, because you don't know if you'll ever get to tell them again

he always showed off the little things I made him and made sure everyone knew exactly where he got the silly little origami animals on his desk, or who made his juggling balls that were his favourite thing in the whole world bc I made them for him by hand, and picked the fabric out specifically for him.

One time around xmas, bc of covid, we had these big plastic screen dividers between our desks and I used posca paint pens to draw him a HUGE Robin in a scarf and santa hat (his name was Robin and people always got him little Robin themed things, he loved them) on the one by his manager desk, like a name tag, but Facilities told him he needed to clean it off and chastised him thinking he did it, and you're "not supposed to vandalise work equipment" even though they're literally washable and it was xmas. we were sticking decorations everywhere, how is it any different? but he played along but he was really mad. He didn;t wanna say it was me that did it, because he thought I might've gotten in trouble, but he also wanted to argue that I'd put alot of work into it. I hadn't put that much in, it was just for fun and I liked drawing it, and he got to see it! That was the important part. and I said so. but I cleaned it off and drew him a new Robin on a piece of paper and he kept it at his desk like a retired picket sign, and told the story to anyone who would be polite enough to listen

mostly though, he gendered me correctly (and he was in his 60s so being so passionate abt they/them pronouns was just really sweet, though he was clearly bi but still in the closet, so it was maybe a little projection, in a way, or just straight up quiet queer solidarity), and literally agressively made sure everyone else did too, when he realised I'd been just letting people at work use whatever pronouns, he got really proactive and made sure all my paperwork was marked as "them" officially (with my permission). if anyone misgenered me he would get visably annoyed or disgusted, and there were a couple people who "forgot" (every time) and he actually got angry at them about it and reported them for harassment, which might've been a little extreme, but I honestly felt so validated, and I'm tearing up thinking about it. I don't think anyone's ever fought that hard in my corner, especially after only knowing me for, at that point, less than a year.

We worked together in a couple different parts of the business for a couple years, until some stuff happened that I shouldn't say bc I need my rp blog(s) to stay far away from my professional life, but we were gonna be working together doing something else, but it wasn't his thing, it was stressful and there were other reasons, but he just lost it and walked out.

we had a little joke when we were training before he left, he had this soft toy robin that he let me borrow because I was really anxious, and I gave it a little notepad and pencil and wrote something silly on it for when he got it back each time. usually some out of context joke on what we learned that day, so we could both laugh about it. but when he left I still had it, and I messaged him saying I would get it back to him sometime, but he said to keep it to remind me of him.

I put it away to keep it safe, but I'm gonna have to go and find it, because it's one of the only physical things I have left of him.

[lionews]

"Let's all ask the question. Is this bullying/harassment though? Like genuinely put our noggins together. Cuz to me jester is just being a little blunt and rude. Bullying is a stretch, yall will say anything on this platform."

um acktuallly 🤓 this isn't bulling/harassment you moron. bullying would warrant jester turning off their profile comments, leaving lioden altogether, and posting a 50 page google doc explaining their side of the story. have any of these happened? no? then fuck off

and oh yeah, jester's definitely being a lil silly here. he totally hasn't kicked innocent users from his group, harassed people on and offsite, and made the main chat borderline unreadable because of his constant bitching and combative attitude. and there totally aren't a million screenshots on this blog that corroborate this claim either. nope

so yeah, you are stretching the truth and trying to make others look bad dumbass. get you head out of your ass if you actually believe that people here aren't going to vent on a lioden tumblr blog. god damn man

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[greenteaoverload]

Many asks for my lovely moot

5-10-15-20-25-30-35-40-45-50-55-60-65

5) are you interested in anyone right now?

Platonically, yes. There's this girl at the place I volunteer and she just seems so cool and like an interesting person and I'd love to have a conversation with her and maybe become friends?

10) can you recall the last time you realised you liked someone a lot?

Yes. It was just over a month ago when one of my friends on here came back online and we talked and I was reminded how genuine and kind they are and that just made me re-realise how much I like them as a friend.

15) is it hard for you to get over someone?

It depends on how we parted. I'm aro/ace so can't really talk in terms of romantic relationships but friendships it all depends on how close we were and how we drifted apart. If it's kind of a mutual thing where we're going different places in life then I'm fine, it's when something happens like they move and we don't talk or contact information changes that I struggle with.

20) what would you name your future daughter?

I doubt I'll ever have children so I'll just give a girls name I like. Constance.

25) have you ever cried from being so mad?

Once or twice when I was really young (like toddler young). I'm not really a crier.

30) how is your heart lately?

Relatively good. To the best of my knowledge all my friends and family (and people on here) are doing ok (or their version of ok) so I feel grateful.

35) are there any stressful situations in your life?

My dad. I feel bad saying that but it's true.

40) will you sing today?

Probably not but I'll try to tomorrow just because of this question so thank you.

45) what is wrong with you right now?

I'm struggling with binging and it HURTS

50) are you a good artist?

I'm ok? I don't think I'm good I just enjoy it and use it as a form of expression and to vent.

55) ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?

Does it count if I was having a breakdown and sending one friend walls of text that I don't have a memory of sending??

60) have you ever been to New York?

No.

65) is there one person in your life who can always make you smile?

I'm fortunate that I have many people who can make me smile (some aren't actually people but animals so shhhh)

Thank you and sorry for the rambling

[ladybugg1235]

It Amazes me the amount of work I put into a friendship over the years being kind and understanding not always perfect but I always tried to communicate as best as I can and be honest and help hold space but when I'm raw or as I like to call it show tough love or express my dislike because my spirits drained and I'm completely burnt out left feeling that it's more a situationship then a friendship I express my feelings and try to be gentle talk through it or saying that maybe we should take a break for a bit which I thought for the record we peacefully agreed then out of nowhere for it to come back in my face making me the problem shaking my head goes to show people will show true colors in end playing the victim card saying others agree that I need to go and saying how hard their life is and using that as an excuse only to come back and pointing the finger at you and continuously just want to keep defending themselves and use their situations as an excuse venting is fine but emotional venting or dumping on a constant level is not healthy there has to be boundaries healthy boundaries and for the first time in my life I do not aim to be a people pleaser anymore to constantly say yes to stop what I'm doing to fix or listen to suck my energy dry when it's only half full asking for help on repeat with the same situation only for me to give you my support and love only come back at it again with the same questions etc etc space holder is fine but all the time no and sometimes

You have to hold space for yourself and do what's right for you and not feel guilty it's 50/50 in any relationship even in a friendship and I won't tolerate it any longer u can paint me the villain all you want but I know in the end I was a very good friend and I went above and beyond it still hurts and it's a slap in the face for sure but lesson learned and I hear it loud and clear and that's fine I guess it's time to let go move on I tried to be as peaceful as possible saying that maybe we can meet up again when ready and I know I was loving in our departure but it doesn't matter all that matters now is that I know I did my best now it's my turn to focus on self and do what's best for me and move forward I know there's somebody out there who is a genuine friend who would treat me better and maybe when the time comes I will meet them but for now my focus is me I wish you the very best in life respectfully but I do deserve better cuz I know my worth 💞

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙩2 ♡︎

characters: sub!dragons x nb!dom!reader

warnings: finger in vent again so vent fingering, established relationship, monster anatomy, clothes and undergarment stealing, clothes sniffing, the dragons are being a bit more feral, pillow humping, praise, pleading, thigh riding, guided vent fingering, squirting, nipple stimulation, bullet vibrator usage, mind break, fluff, needy dragon boys hehehehhehe

notes: due to popular demand, here is part 2 of dragons getting fucked dumb(●’◡’●)ﾉ im sorry if it took a while. i was having some health issues(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) part 1 can be read here!! part 3 is here! gradient divider from @/benkeibear

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ever since you helped out your large lizard lover with his heat, there’s only been one thing on his mind since then. your finger in his vent. the soft coos of your praises, the way you pushed his legs open to fuck him dumber, the way you nudged his hands off of his face so you could see his cute face twist and turn in pleasure as you fuck his hole.

“oh, for fuck’s sake! i need to get them out of my head” the dragon huffs aloud out of a sudden, hunching over his desk at his usual office as he hides the flush of his cheeks behind his hands. already a week has passed since the ending of his heat cycle and yet he was acting like he was still under the influence of his stupid dragon anatomy. he couldn’t even stop thinking about you and your fingers spreading him open while he cried dumbly on the bed, back arching and chasing after your fingers like a whore.

it was after his heat ended and finally able to at least articulate proper sentences that wasn’t about wanting you to wreck him, that the two of you have talked over and decided that perhaps it was time to make your relationship official. how long have the two of you been dancing around each other, making everyone roll their eyes at the way you two flirted with each other like some dumb teenagers? enough to the point people started making bets. enough that a half of the city had become 50 bucks richer and the other half poorer.

despite having already gotten into an established relationship with you, the poor dragon still felt shameful over some of his actions. such as stealing your clothes whenever you come over to his house to stay the night and lying to your face about not knowing where it was. you two were still basically in the baby stages of being an official couple which was why you needed some time to fully move your things into his house and to start living together. it takes time to settle y’know?

so it was definitely weird when some of your clothes started to disappear. the shirt that you usually wear when at the comfort of your or his home. the large, oversized sweater of yours that you have given the nickname of “the ugly one”. and strangely, you even had a hard time finding a certain undergarment amongst the mess of your home and the boxes of things that you packed up, preparing to move. strange. and even more strange, your overgrown lizard lover says he hasn’t seen them in his own home either. you genuinely started to question your own memory.

in the meantime you were busy creating a storm in your home trying to triple check this week about your missing clothes, your boyfriend was having a hard time in his office. no matter how hard he tried to focus on the paperwork stacked in front of his damn face, he just couldn’t.

instead, his mind just kept drifting back to the memory of you helping him during his heat cycle. the praises that constantly fell on his ears as his toes curled, clawed hands scrambling to grasp for something to clutch onto because he was sure that he ascended when your finger fucked the small opening of his vent. and that lewd squelching noises of his slick dripping down from his vent. an oddly sickeningly sweet smelling scent coming from him as if trying to woo you, trails of his juice dripping from his vent down to his fluttering hole to the bed.

he was fucked dumb during those days and by the stars, he wanted it again. he wanted your hand fisting at his cocks, eagerly tugging on them as your finger abuses the squishy spot inside him. he wanted to sob and wail deliriously, bucking his hips, torn between wanting to chase after the pleasure or tearing himself away to save what leftover pride he had, as he begs for mercy. he wanted it. at this rate, if he kept thinking back on that moment, he might as well try to force his body into another heat cycle so soon.

shaking the imagery out of his head, the dragon clears his throat. looking around his office to see if anyone is around — to his luck, no one was — before breathing out a heavy huff. he might as well try to at least do his work during work time.

“maybe that chipmunk’s affinity to skip work is rubbing off on me…”

perhaps even more had rubbed off on him. none which was a good thing.

“i’m sorry… i’m sorry i’m sorry ‘m sorry, [name]…” the dragon whines pathetically, wearing the oversized sweater he stole from you and nothing else. he just couldn’t get that memory out of his head. every time he tried, something small and insignificant would just remind him of it again. unable to keep up with trying to seem all professional, he rushed home straight after work — perhaps even earlier than the hours he gets out of his office — locking himself in his bedroom with a pillow between his thighs, wearing your sweater with your stolen undergarments to his face.

despite having already been fucked shamelessly just ten or so days ago, it still felt wrong to think of you in such a lewd way. in such a defiling way. in a way that it served as a huge disservice to who you really are.

“mmnngh—! [naamee]… m-miss you… missing you so bad…” the dragon whines, completely pent up as his slick continues to drip onto the pillow between his thighs, the outer scales of his vent already puffy and open slightly, weeping his mouthwatering juice. the poor thing was pathetic, trying to recreate the way you wrecked him so good. fingers messily rubbing and flicking against his vent opening as a means to mimic the way you ate him out the other day. spreading his slick around, making a stretching motion with his two fingers on the sides of his vent, flicking the small nub on top. it didn’t help. if anything, it only made it worse.

the dragon was trying to help himself out, to relieve himself off of his pain of unknowingly edging himself for the past few days. without you by his side to help him out or to hear his pleas. without you by his side to fuck him so good again. palming himself with a pathetic whimper, the dragon thinks about slipping a finger inside his vent the same way you did. but could he do it? probably not. he was just too damn of a coward, and there was the looming possibility of losing control of himself and letting his claws grow.

unable to do it in the end, he settles on merely stroking his cock. hand wrapped tightly around his weeping dick, your stolen undergarments wrapped around one of his cocks as he mewls, bucking his hips into the tight space of his closed fist. it was nowhere near to how it felt when you did it. perhaps at the time, it was his heat pheromones working but it felt good. your hand wrapped around his cock as your other hand fingers his vent opening. your hand felt so much better.

biting down on his lips, he cums into his hand, soiling your stolen undergarments as well in the process just the moment he thought back on the feeling. pouting, the dragon’s tail flicks in annoyance behind him, looking over at the clock hanging on the wall.

12:36. were you awake right now? you did indeed had tendency to stay awake a bit too late on some nights…

knock knock knock!

the soft yet annoyingly persistent knocks on your door slowly rouses you from your sleep, making you roll around in the comfort of your bed in a silent declaration of war against the knocking. acting stubborn, clinging onto the cozy warmth of your bed, you groan as a string of curses falls from your lips as you involuntarily drag yourself out of bed. whoever that was outside your door in this ungodly hour shall face your wrath like sun wukong did with buddha.

pitter pattering to the door — where the knocking has become more persistent — you swing the door open, ready to curse the person and their 109 bloodlines before shutting up. standing in front of you with his tail and horns out in the open, slitted eyes glowing slightly, was your dragon lover. strange. he never visits this late.

“dear? wha— what happened? is everything alright? it’s—“ you take a moment to steal a glance towards the clock hanging on the living room wall before turning to face him again, “—nearly 2am” you finish, concern growing more and more when his tail comes to curl around his own ankle. a clear sign that he was feeling anxious or uncomfortable.

“can i… come in? i wanted to see you” the dragon asks in a meek voice, a strange habit that you found concerning and heartbreaking to see since your lover was usually one who is calm and collected at all times. nodding, you usher him inside before locking the door behind you.

quietly, you follow him as your lover makes a straight beeline into your bedroom, making himself comfortable on the edge of your bed as a pink flush starts to grow on his cute cheeks. you were about to ask him if he wanted something to eat or drink but perhaps not as the needy dragon was now staring at you as his tail swishes behind him, impatient. tails expressed emotions after all.

yawning, you move to sit beside him on the bed, to which you accept his hug when you finally settle down. his arms cones to wrap around your middle, tail now calming down from the earlier fussy movement as it curls around your calf possessively. humming, you run a hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp.

the dragon loved it whenever you read him like he was an open book. to others, he was a stone wall, one that was made out of ancient scribbles and unintelligible runes. a warrior forged by blood and scent of death, one who was born and made by the cries of war and blind devotion from others. but to you, he was just a fellow being. one who was lonely from the many centuries he had spent, all by himself. struggling with the many different cultures of life, trying his best to learn and understand the human customs so he could properly court you in human traditions.

you two stay like that for some time. nestled against one another, just basking in the comfort of the peaceful life that you two found between yourselves.

“[name]…” the dragon whimpers from the crook of your neck, soft rumbling purrs mixing with his whining of your name. it was enough to snap you out of your sleepy state, making you hum as you acknowledge his call. he got your attention now. but the main point of hesitancy was — could he do it? could he be so shameful as to not only disturb your night of peace but to also be selfish to want you to pleasure him the same way you did a few days ago?

hearing the familiar noise of his tail hitting the bed constantly in a sense of irritation, you coo his name softly. one hand messing with the long strands of his hair while the other runs through his scalp.

“what’s on your mind now, my pretty?” you ask, taking a look at his face when it comes out of its hiding place in the crook of your neck. he seemed to be conflicted. brows furrowed, slitted eyes glowing slightly in the dark room while his lips tug in a small pout. laughing at the oddly adorable expression, you kiss his brows and pouty lips, making his purrs become louder. such a needy dragon.

“i’ve… been thinking,” the dragon starts after a while, taking his time to try and articulate his request and to convey his feelings that has been bothering him lately. a lot more than he initially thought they would.

“about how you helped me while i was in heat” he takes a moment, watching your expression closely to see if you caught the gist of what he was trying to say. you did, of course you did, you were a smart human after all. his smart human.

“and i was wondering if you could do it again…?” he finally manages to bring himself to ask, peering up at you through his lashes bashfully. how could you ever say no to such a face? such an ethereal and cute begging face alongside the promise of seeing his expression twist into one of someone who’s just fucked stupid. the cute face of your dragon lover drooling and sobbing fat tears while his heart shaped pupils stare at you in a silent plea for more. that face haunted your mind for too damn long, causing unnecessary moments of dozing off while remembering about the moment you slipped your finger inside, making your already horrible work ethnic drop to below ground level.

“sure. i wouldn’t mind it, pretty” you hum, any ounce of sleep leaving your body as you move to a more comfortable position on the bed. pushing yourself to lean against the headboard of the bed, you watch as your draconic lover takes his place on your lap. clawed hands coming to fist at the material of your pajama shirt, whining your name as he pushes himself flush against your chest. you could feel the mounds of his chest pressing against your own, his tail swishing behind him as he arches his back. your lips is pulled against his own, a small peck easily turning into a heated, messy make out. his forked tongue shyly licking at your lips, purring contently as his long tongue slithers inside you, exploring every nook and cranny needily.

you could feel his hips humping your thigh, the wetness of his vent weeping his precum already starting to stain his pajama pants and seeping into your own. you could tell he was too aroused, dumbly chasing after any ounce of pleasure there could be. you could feel the way your mixed saliva dripped down from your sloppy open mouthed kisses, his hands guiding yours to rest on his hips. a position you used to your advantage as your hands traveled downwards to knead his ass, squeezing the soft fat as he whimpers into the kiss.

the poor thing was so pent up, humping your thighs didn’t felt enough. it wasn’t enough to get him to that familiar feeling of high, that exhilarating feeling of feeling your fingers stretch his vent open while he could only keen like a whore.

“want it… want it so bad…” he mumbles into the kiss, guiding your hands to the hem of his pajama pants, tugging on them fervently to get the clothes off. you simply chuckle, finding his desperation adorable in more ways than one before finally relenting and slipping off his pants before he let out an annoyed hiss, pulling away from the sloppy make out session to tear off his underwear with his claws.

“darling! why would you rip it off?” you ask, amused by his eagerness but also slightly concerned for the way he just easily ripped off his clothes like that. you have never seen him get even the tiniest bit ticked off after all, so this was a new side of him that you were seeing.

“wanted more” he only huffs, demanding more kisses as he returns to shove his forked tongue down your throat. the length of his tongue got you groaning and panting, finding it harder to breathe as he becomes more needy with every kiss, with every sloppy slurp of your tongue against his own.

“mmnhp—! [nameee]♡︎” he let out a yelp, pulling away from the kiss to whine out your name as he felt your fingers knead his vent open. the poor dragon whined, huffing and puffing about how you were being so mean to him as he humps your thigh, the tips of his cocks slowly emerging from the scaled vent, both of his cocks weeping pre all over your clothes as his vent drips with his own arousal.

shifting him around, you let him lean his back onto your chest, hands hooking under his legs to spread them open. your dragon let out a little hiss, talking about how you weren’t paying attention to him. you simply shush his hissy fit with a chuckle, placing a kiss on his forehead. taking his hand, you tell him to withdraw his claws. an action he does with confusion before he let out a whimper when you guide his hand to his vent.

“b-but… i-i don’t think i can do it. i’m nervous!” he says in a panicked tone, turning his head to stare at you with cute pouty lips and wide eyes.

“yes, you can. i’ll guide you through it all, okay? it’ll feel good, promise darling” you say, peppering his face in kisses to soothe his worries. the dragon preens at that, his purrs getting louder as his tail whacks the mattress of your bed impatiently. once you get the hint that he was ready and he was okay with continuing, you guide his fingers to tease the edges of his vent. fingers rubbing the soft scales, making a spreading motion to ease the muscles there.

just some foreplay and he was already panting, legs twitching to close them. he was so cute.

“that’s it pretty, now keep your legs open for me” you continue to praise him through it all, your other hand leaving his leg to slip underneath his shirt. squeezing his chest, rubbing your thumb over his areola, you pinch at his nipple when it hardens, causing him to jolt in your embrace. whispering more praises of how he was doing so well, how he was your pretty boy, your beloved dragon, your hand guides his own to slip a finger inside his now loose vent.

“u-uunngh!! mmghh… mnngh… t-tight♡︎ too tight! w-won’t fit…♡︎!” he blabbers, throwing his head back on your shoulder as you slowly ease his finger deeper inside his vent. first, second knuckle until his middle finger was slipped deep inside the tight hole of his opening, legs shaking on the bed already like a fawn’s. there were already tears starting to form in his eyes, jaw slack open as heavy breaths fall. not a single thought behind his teary eyes. nothing but the pleasure your guidance and his fingers were bringing him.

“that’s it… that’s my pretty dragon, keep going” you coo out, pleased by how easily he broke under a simple pleasure of fingering his own vent. when he pathetically humps the air — finger still inside — you pull on his nipple to remind him how to do it. squealing at the amount of pleasure coming from both his nipples and vent, the dragon shakes his head, fat globs of tears already falling.

“c-can’t! can’t do it. [n-name] i need you♡︎♡︎ need your fingers so bad♡︎!“ he stutters, legs already shaking, about to close shut. too caught up in his own pleasure that he doesn’t even know what to do to properly pleasure himself even when you were here to guide him through it. clicking your tongue, you guide his hand to pull his finger out, something he couldn’t even perform without your help. he really was a goner with you.

“then, be a sweetheart and play with your tits for me, pretty. wanna see your cute breasts jiggle while i fuck you” you tell him, watching with endearment as he nods dumbly. hands coming up to push his shirt up, fingers twisting and pinching at his own hardened nipples. stuttered breaths fall from his lips when he could feel your thumb swipe at the slit of one of his cocks, jolting in place when you give his weeping cock a few pumps. the few visible veins in them were bulging, ready to pop and for him to squirt yet again if you just stop teasing him around!

but doing the same thing over and over again sounded boring to you. your sweet dragon deserved some treats for being such a good boy after all. he deserved some pampering.

“ah! gimme a second, darling” you snap your fingers, an idea forming in your head. he lets out a soft confused hum at that, hands still holding onto the soft mounds of his chest as he watches you move away to reach over to your bedside nightstand. opening the top drawer, he watches in curiosity as you bring out an odd small device that was connected to a small remote control by quite the lengthy wire. the color all cute pink, the toy small and nearly the size of a small hairclip but pretty girthy in width. were you… thinking on putting that inside him?

“it’s called a bullet vibrator. apparently, it’s supposed to add vibrations to any place of your choosing. and since i found out of your soft spot, i thought maybe we could try it out?” you explain to him, slowly unwrapping the long wire of the toy. it was quite lengthy. perfect to use it for his soft spot.

“only if you’re comfortable with it, dear. i wouldn’t want you to try anything you think you’re not ready for or feel comfortable with” you quickly say, ready to throw the toy away for another time when you feel the grip of his tail around your ankle. the soft smooth scales creating a soft, bristling sensation on your bare skin. if he could remember carefully, the most he took in his vent were two fingers. but it proved that his vent could be quite stretchy and take something more if given enough foreplay and gentle ministrations.

“i… i don’t think i would mind it. it sounds kind of fun, actually” he says after a moment of thinking on the matter, accepting the fact that yes, he can take it. he wanted to try these new feelings and challenges with you. everything would be right when with you.

“i would love to try this new toy” he finally comes to a conclusion, turning his head so he could place kisses on your neck and cheeks, purring in happiness when he could hear you chuckling. you should laugh more. the dragon loved the sound of your laughter — like soft bells chiming in the morning.

patting his thigh to tell him to open up his legs further, it was now your turn to plant kisses on his neck. you couldn’t exactly bite his shoulders as he still had his pajama shirt on, but you can take care of it tomorrow morning. so, you settle on peppering kisses on his neck, the faint scales that were around his artery, giving it a light suckle to which you got a breathy moan for. all the while you allow his vent to get used to the feeling of the toy, the material of it and its size, simply rubbing it over the soft outer scales.

“gonna push it in, okay pretty?” you whisper in his ear, to which he whimpered and nodded, one of his hands leaving his chest to intertwine his hand with yours. so cute. you can only hope he won’t crush your hand accidentally.

ever so softly, whispering praises to how good he was taking the toy into the shell of his ear, you take in the delicious noises he makes with a great amount of pride. the great and only dragon who could wipe out an entire nation off of the face of the earth, choosing you as his mate and bonding with you. having his faith in you that you would take good care of him and his pleasures. it was a heavy emotion and one that comes with responsibility to a certain degree and you would always be sure to handle the heart of his that he willingly gave you, with tenderness of a first snow.

“aaah mmggh—! uungh♡︎ it’s in! i-it’s aaaanhg♡︎♡︎ hummg♥︎ inside... it’s insiiiecckk—♡︎♥︎!!” your dragon squeals, hips thrusting back and forth into the air as he feels the soft round edge of the toy pressed against the soft spongy spot inside his vent. it felt foreign to have something other than your hand touch him there, perhaps even disrespectful since it was supposed to be the only soft spot that only you must have the privilege to know and touch! but for the sake of this new level of pleasure that you promised, he swallowed his hissy fits, instead replacing them with a whiny soft moan.

“i know, pretty. i know. deep breaths for me, pretty” you murmur, giving soft squeezes to his hand that was tightly holding your own. his tail starting to wrap around your ankle and up your calf further with the fluffy haired end wagging in the air playfully around your knees. you let him get used to the feeling of the toy first. gently rubbing it back and forth on his spongy spot, hearing the way his breathing picks up pace as he throws his head onto your shoulder.

“gonna turn it on now, pretty” you warn him, keeping a close eye on the way his expression shifts. if he shows the slightest bit of pain, uncomfortable feelings or signs of discomfort, you were going to ditch the idea. a moment of pleasure is not worth loosing your comfort over, after all. thankfully, he was reacting well to the new intrusion. only positive notes of his pleasured noises and star crossed eyes. you say it to him again, this time just a bit louder with a squeeze to his hand in case he was starting to lose himself. that seemed to snap him out of his trance. just enough to nod his head to you.

“o-okay… okayhhh i understaaaNGGHH!! [n-name]♥︎♥︎[namenamenamenam]—♥︎♥︎ h-haaangh mmhg s-shoo much♡︎ f-feelsh too much♡︎♥︎!!” just a single switch to the lowest level of the vibrator and he was already shrieking, sobbing and thrashing about on the bed. legs shutting around your hand instinctively, salty globs of tears falling as he goes slack jawed. his entire body shakes as he squirts into his stomach, but this time, he squirted from both of his cocks at the same time. the pretty pink tips weakly letting out a few more drops before he was fully hard on both cocks again.

all the while, you watched with an ever growing jubilation as your lover is reduced to this mess on your lap. legs shaking like a newborn fawn’s, cheeks and pointy ears a lovely shade of red as his jaw hangs slack open. every now and then, he would go quiet, arch his back off of you before a loud shriek would follow as the vibrator hits just right. you could see hearts in his eyes, completely docile as his pupils grow wide, so much so you could barely see the glow of his eye color.

so pathetically cute as he mewls your name in a slurred gibberish, repeating it over and over like a broken record. a broken recording that only had one word and is stuck in an eternal loop to say that recording. the most prettiest one. one that you wanted to be selfish and hear all day, everyday.

“u-uuuugckk! aaaanhg gyanh!! mrrrph— luv you♡︎ luvyouluvyouluvyous’much♥︎! luv yoouugh [n-naamee], luv you sho muchhh♡︎♡︎ f-fuUUNGK—♥︎♥︎” he trashes about on the bed, constant declaration of love falling from his lips, kicking his legs at the blanket as he sobs deliriously until he squirts yet again. his own cum splattering over to his chest, soiling his shirt and wetting his still hard pink nipples. you give one of them a pinch, delighted as he mewls in a hoarse voice. pinching and tugging on the cute nub, rubbing the still vibrating toy around his spongy spot, you watch in sheer adoration and obsession as he shoots blanks.

turning off the toy, you coax his legs open so you could move your hand and slip the toy out of his vent. when the girth of the toy slowly slips out of his abused now puffy vent, your dragon lets out a sob as his hips jolt violently. you could see his juices dripping out of his fluttering vent, wanting to finger it back inside him but knowing that it would push him way too far over his limits.

“shh shh, there there, pretty. i got you. you did so amazing” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his middle to pull him flush against yourself. wiping away his tears and drool, you places butterfly kisses over his face as you ground him back to his mind. he was far too gone and he hated having baths when he was way too lost in his subspace. if he isn’t responsive enough when bathing together, he will throw yet another hissy fit.

“mmmgh… tired…” you could hear him croak out after a long time of rocking him in your arms. he was slowly coming back which meant it was time for a bath. but until he fully regains his mind, it was better to cuddle him close as his tail has a mind of its own and has yet to let go of your ankle. at all.

smooch! maybe another kiss to his pink cheeks would help him ground himself faster.

[irrcdeemable]

1.What’s the lie your character says most often? 13. When do they fake a smile? How often? 31. When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it? 34. How do they greet someone they like / love? 46. Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen? 56. If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

A lie Billy says most often is: "I don't care." or "I'm fine." But especially the first one because he doesn't want people to know that he cares. Caring is something that shows that someone has gotten under his skin and into his heart which is scary to him. It's the same for the latter lie too. Because that's allowing someone in close which is hard for Billy, especially after the one parent he looked up to and adored the most left him behind. He's scared of letting people in only for them to up and leave him too. Billy fakes a smile every now and then. Especially if he doesn't want people to know he's bothered by something. He tries to remain cool and collected often but it's hard for him when his temper flares up. Post season 3 the genuine smiles happen a lot more often but before that there's about a 50/50 chance the smile is fake. Billy feels the most guilt when he snaps at people or tries to push them away. Sometimes it isn't even intentional. He'll try to either make some form of apology or try to lighten the mood somehow. He still has a lot of baggage but he's trying to do better. It's a work in progress. How Billy greets someone he loves depends on the person in question. Sometimes it'll be a one armed hug, a kiss on the forehead, taking their hand, or some light jesting. Physical affection is easier for Billy to express affection since it doesn't require words. Billy is more of a listener. He isn't so great at opening up so he tries to fill the role of letting others vent and talk. It might take some prying on the other muses part, but he'll open up if they really want him to. In his younger years, it was always his mother up until she left. Now, Billy finds comfort in his friends/family {only max or even El post season 3 family wise}. Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, Eddie. People he knows he can trust with his fears. People who know about the upside down and get that.

[mochatoon]

Also theres nothing wrong with questioning everything. People criticizing your behaviour in response to your question doesnt mean "you're not allowed to question everything". That's just being hyperbolic at that point. The problem is that you weren't asking because you were curious, it was blatantly obvious it was asked in bad faith and you were asking because you wanted someone to agree with you. You already deemed the boundaries thing stupid, so what answer were you looking for exactly when everyone already gave you different reasons?

No, I was asking because I was curious, however, when I submitted my question it was more of a vent from everything that happened. I was curious because I’ve never seen this rule before. My guy I literally went out of my way to search it up like ten times if this was a common rule or not n I kept getting noting back. N look at you now, assuming shit! I was not asking just for someone to agree with me, quite frankly I could give less of a fuck. I was looking for an answer that made SENSE n the responses I was getting didn’t make sense n were the EXACT SAME responses the niggas on discord gave me until that ONE GUY popped up n gave me so much of a reasonable reason that I’m now 50/50 on this shit. I’m being rude in my responses because y’all are being rude first.

Also answer this, how is it “bad behavior” to genuinely NOT get/understand something?? You literally ARE saying there’s something wrong with me questioning shit. I’m not just gonna blatantly say “hey this rule makes sense solely because it’s a rule” n not only that, at least I’m being honest n not lying like I do/did understand. If I try n fake like I understand just to “fit in” I’m gonna feel like absolute shit. It’s like apologizing. You don’t really mean if you don’t get it half way or fully.

I’m not n wasn’t tryna hurt anybody, I truly wasn’t thinking about what I said at the time about me drawing it anyway because I was full of hate towards those assholes on discord. I was simply tryna wrap my head around what makes sense about this rule. You can literally go see the comments for yourself. Like for the love of niggles, y’all jumping me because of a low level threat type opinion. I already know what you’re gonna say, “criticism ≠ dogpiling” well, y’all the only “assholes” here for not only being bitches towards me, because who tf is gonna listen to you “critiques” if you’re being rude, but also not respecting me but tryna tell me I should respect others. I wish y’all would just get all up outta my pussy fr fr

[ryderstudy]

God I hate this okay I need to vent, fuckin I did my assignment and it was a research thing on either differnt collages jobs or the military and I being an idiot chose to research on art shcool somthing I genuinely wanna do but the questions are shit like what essay prompts did you like? And none of the collages even had them because their art shcools you make a portfolio to get in, all of the stupid questions are about the stupid essay that doesn’t even apply to me so I didn’t answer them beyond in an art student we do portfolios because really what am I to put? Maybe I should have picked a differnt focus or done career or military idk maybe it’s my fault but the fucking teacher gave me A 50. A 50!!!! I did. the rest of the assignment and he still gave me a 50 for an assignment I couldn’t complete because once again no one thought to take me into account ugh.

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Tata Harrier Specs and Price in India

With a selection of full-sized SUVs, Tata is extending its car lineup and enjoying tremendous success. Tata Harrier, whose most recent lineup of vehicles includes the Tata Harrier Dark Edition and Tata Harrier Kaziranga edition, is included in this list. With a flawless rollover of timely trends and well-known features, Tata stays up with a large future. For sales-related questions and the Tata Harrier Price in India, contact the PPS Tata Showroom in Chennai. As you visit the store and discover more about the Tata Harrier, look at distinctive features as well.

Is Harrier a full-size SUV?

Before the Harrier debuted in 2019, there were high expectations for Tata's SUVs. The preferred games were Safari and Nexon. Yet, the leading manufacturers might have the best chance by introducing the new SUV Tata Harrier. It possesses all the strength and power necessary for a full-size Vehicle to be built and operated.

With all the improvements Tata has made, such as a new appearance, charming details, contemporary conveniences, elegant exteriors and interiors, it now satisfies today's expectations for elegance, safety, and usefulness. As one of the most popular automotive segments, this model has been evolving in this way, making functional features necessary today!

Engine Capability

On the Harrier, there is only a single 6-speed manual transmission option. Tata Harrier feels the automobile obtains a decent mileage result with a certification of 16.3 kmpl. The top-of-the-line SUV can outperform any other car in its class. Tata Harrier's 2.0-liter diesel engine for the new Harrier has a straight-aligned Engine CC (Engine Cylinder Configuration). The engine generates 350 nm of torque and 140 horsepower.

Is Harrier 3 cylinder or 4 cylinders?

The Harrier is a four-cylinder, five-seat vehicle. Tata Harrier's measurements are 4598 mm in length, 1894 mm in width, and 2741 mm in wheelbase. The 1956 cc, 4-cylinder Harrier Kryotec 2.0 L Turbocharged engine produces 350 Nm of torque at 1750–2500 rpm and 170 PS at 3750 rpm. Its fuel tank can hold 50 litres of petrol.

Is Harrier good for long drive?

The safest and most comfortable car is the Tata Harrier. It travels easily and has excellent characteristics for a long drive. Among all the variations in this model, the Tata Harrier XZ offers the most comfort for a lengthy journey.Authorized Tata Showrooms Chennai like PPS Tata provides genuine information on mileage and performance.

Audio Connectivity

On a high-resolution touchscreen, connectivity options for apple car play and android auto are shown. The 320w of true-to-life audio produced by 9 JBL speakers adds to the sound's depth and provides listeners with a unique experience. The nine speakers fitted throughout the vehicle and the 320w audio output of the JBL sound system upgrades make for a fantastic listening experience. Due to the system's connection with audio elements, voice recognition is now practicable.

Control Elements

With three different driving modes—Eco, Sports, and City—it adds features for driving assistance like hill descent and cruise control. After preferences, three further settings—city, difficult, and wet roads—can be handled. Push-button start (peps), rear air vents, a laptop tray in the glovebox, an adjustable steering wheel, electronically adjustable and foldable outside mirrors, and rain-sensitive wipers that sense the strength of the rain and alter their operation accordingly are all characteristics of this vehicle.

ORVM and Camera

The new ORVM module is one of the Tata Harrier's unique features. The 360-degree camera is highlighted in particular since it has been enhanced with crucial detail for the photos that are zoomed in. In addition to 360-degree cameras, the 8.8-inch touch infotainment system features high-quality audio and video options. It is projected that an Advanced Driver Assistance System(ADAS) will be fitted on the Harrier 2023 model.

Security

The six airbags on the Tata Harrier, which include side seat and curtain airbags, provide a notable level of safety. There are safety features like corner stability control, anti-lock braking, off-road anti-lock ABS, and an electronic stability programme (ESP). Moreover, it offers hydraulic braking assist, hill descent control, hill hold control, rollover mitigation, and other features.

Other Enhancing Features

The Tata Harrier has technologies such hydraulic fading compensation, an anti-lock braking system, electronic brake pre-fill, dynamic wheel torque by the brake, reverse parking sensors, and a camera for reverse parking. Moreover, it incorporates electronic traction control and corner stability control. The instrument cluster of the new Harrier includes a 7-inch TFT colour display.

Is Tata Harrier a luxury car?

Tata produces the five-seat Harrier luxury Vehicle. It is the first vehicle from the brand to be built on a Land Rover platform, making it distinct among large Tata SUVs due to its front-wheel-drive design and monocoque structure. Tata Harrier describes itself as a luxury SUV in the sub-20 lakh class.

Tata Harrier Variants, Sizes, and Colours

The New Tata Harrier comes in four different variations: the XE, XM, XT, and XZ. Its measurements are 1,894 mm in width, 1,706 mm in height, 4,598 mm in length, and a ground clearance of 205 mm. It has a wheelbase of 2,741 mm. The Tata Harrier comes in five colours: Orcus white, Thermisto gold, Calisto copper, Telesto grey, and Ariel silver. PPS Tata Dealers Chennai help with the right pick related to variants in Tata Harrier.

Conclusion

Tata is the best choice when trying to get an SUV at the most affordable price. Tata Harrier provides a safe ride that is nevertheless convenient and enjoyable. The Top Model Tata Harrier costs Rs. 22.25 Lakhs*, while the Base Model costs Rs. 14.80 Lakhs*. You may book a test drive online or visit the PPS Tata Showroom Chennai to find out more about the Tata Harrier's features and technical specifications. Before selecting a new Tata Harrier 2022 variant that suits your tastes, become familiar with the main features and specs.

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Headcanons for Silco. You did mornings so what about evenings/going to bed? <3

Your wish is my command! Love me some domestic night-time head-cannons ❤️

If y’all haven’t read the Mornings with Sikco headcannons, check them out [here]

Also reminder that headcannons are still open for Silco! Send me in some ideas as I work on the Arranged Marriage fic, “Glitter and Gold.”

Young Silco

During the work week, evenings consist of falling onto the bed and falling into a coma-like sleep

A lot of times, you end up eating bar food from The Last Drop for dinner. It’s easy and quick and means you don’t have to worry too much about meal planning. Silco probably gets a discount for working there as well which is a bonus.

Dinner is quiet a lot of the times. Silco and you often share food, not caring when the other reaches to grab a fry or something from the other’s plate. Benzo tried to steal one from Silco once and got a slap to his hand. Silco shares, but only with you.

Idle chatter does happen — questions and commentary about the work day. Stupid bosses, annoying coworkers, and creepy clientele. Venting usually happens when everyone first comes home, but dinner is usually conversations of genuine concern (if that makes sense). More, “I’m tired and don’t want to deal with this,” than “my coworker is fucking idiot.”

Showering together. Usually in a non-sexual manner, though Silco will often wrap his arms around you and place his head on your shoulder. Its a way to ensure you both get a warm shower or conserve water. Another warm body also helps when you have to take cold showers, as well.

Silco and you will help the other brush their hair on particularly bad days. You’ll complain about doing it, but you both secretly enjoy it.

“You’ll have a rat’s nest on your head in the morning, Sil.”

“I really don’t care.”

You sigh, “sit on the bed. I’ll get it.”

Silco snores. It isn’t obnoxiously loud (unlike Vander who you can hear down the hall). It’s the kind of snore you can ignore or turn into white noise. Honestly, you’ve found you can’t sleep without it.

Homeboy also sprawls out in his sleep. Especially in the summer months when it’s hot. You’ve been woken by the back of his hand slapping you in the face. Thus, your sleeping position is usually nestled on his chest. He takes up too much of the bed for you do to sleep anywhere else.

Winter months, it’s the complete opposite. He is curled around you to keep you warm. He is horrid about putting his cold feet on you to the point you got him socks specifically to wear at night.

If your hands are cold during winter nights, Silco will cup his hands around yours and blow hot air onto them. Hands are too important to loose in the Lanes… or anywhere. He just likes holding your hands, ok?

Weekends usually result in you two trying to spend some time together before completely crashing. You’d plan to go out for drinks, but end up sitting on the couch and passing out in each other. If Vander and Benzo had a camera, they’d definitely take a picture. It’s fucking funny. You’re usually curled into Silco’s chest or lying across his lap, drooling more often than jot. Silco’s head has usually fallen back in an open-mouthed snore.

Sometimes you’ll be in bed, reading, and Silco will crawl up to you. This results in him either laying with his head on your stomach and your hands in his hair or pushing the book aside to kiss and otherwise devour you.

Act 1 Silco

Dinners get tricky. It’s about a 50/50 chance you two eat together. However, you do have a system now to trade off cooking duties. The meals aren’t elaborate, but they’re good. If you can’t cook to save your life, Silco will grin and bare it for the first few meals. After that, you’ll find him coming to “help” you more often while cooking.

If he’s called away during dinner, will place a kiss on your head and with an apologetic “duty calls.”

Sometimes you two work together in silence while eating. It’s a compromise — you two still get to spend time together, but also the work gets done as well. (also probably means it’s more likely Silco will join you in bed that night instead of working late).

Cleanup is often done together as well — one person washing dishes while the other dries. You two usually have some music plying in the background which sometimes leads to impromptu dancing in the kitchen.

Will jump in the shower with you because “you use all the hot water,” but that’s a lie. He just wants to touch you.

In the evenings, you help with his injections. An especially important ritual if you have to go to bed before him. Him staying up implied some level of stress and those few moments of closeness carry him over until he can finally sleep. Just wants to place his hands on your hips and relish being close to you. Place your hands on his cheeks and pepper his face with kisses after, ok? He needs that.

During these moments, he will also apologize for being to bed late. Especially if it’s become a recent habit. Will promise you a weekend or night if no-work and the things he will do to you.

“Promises, promises,” you tease, making him smile just a bit.

“You calling me a liar?”

“I’m not calling you a truther,” you joke which makes him chuckle as he wraps his arms around you.

“What would I do without you?“

“Die, probably.”

He chuckles again and humms, holding you for a few more moments before getting back to work

As stated in the morning head-cannon post, he definitely sneaks back into your room on late nights like a teenager out past curfew. If you’re still awake by the time he finishes getting ready for bed, he apologizes. However, he finds it adorable the way you turn over and open your arms for him on those nights. You curl around him like a cat before promptly falling asleep again.

Sometimes he’ll be successful and not wake you up… until he gets into bed. Even then, he isn’t 100% sure you’re awake and you have no recollection of the moment. You always hum as he slips behind you, your back against his chest. You always turn to him, but you never really open your eyes.

Silco’s hands like to wander in bed. They always have. If he’s been working late for a long time and finally is able to go to bed with you at a decent hour, the chance of wandering hands is even more likely.

The wandering hands are fucking annoying when it’s cold outside. You’ll be just about to drift off when, all of a sudden, ice.

“Ah, you’re awake?” Silco will say, cheeky as a motherfucker,

“You do know we have a meeting tomorrow morning, right?”

He humms, “we were probably going to end up killing the leader of their little gang anyways — might as well skip the pleasantries and let Sevika take care of it, don’t you say?”

“I’m tired, Silco.”

“I promise to make it worth your while.”

And boy does he. He knows how to put those icy hands to good use.

Act 2 and 3 Silco

Y’all are back to a “bar food every night” kind of meal plan. The circle of life returns to where it began. Ordering out is also a common occurrence. You two aren’t kids anymore, got to watch what you eat and greasy food upsets your stomach more. Also… got to be a good role model for Jinx.

When Jinx was young, family dinners were more frequent. Silco still regularly missed them due to work, but he always tried his hardest to be present. Sometimes you would all gather around the coffee table in his office to eat when he could not be pulled away.

Family cooking nights on the weekends. Jinx loves it and it gives the three of you time to catch up. She particularly liked when y’all got to make deserts, especially if she could decorate with icing.

As Jinx got older, family dinners became less frequent. While Jinx loves you both more than anything in the world, she’s still a teenager that wants her space. She usually eats out or in her bomb-cave. You all do try to aim for one dinner together a week, but some months make that harder than others.

Silco will take you on date nights at fancy restaurants as an apology for being absent for long periods of time. Especially when Jinx was young. He knows you’ve sacrificed a lot to help him with his cause and to ensure your daughter was raised properly. Whenever he sees you and Jinx together there’s a warm feeling in his chest he can’t describe. He’d do anything to keep it from going away.

Still slips into the shower with you some nights, but it’s very rare. Rip his temples and help him was his hair. He has a headache most days from the stress of running Zaun.

You still give him his evening injections. As Jinx gets older, she takes up that mantle more often, but that last injection of the day is reserved solely for you.

Speaking of Jinx, she definitely worked her way into your bed at night. Scared you and Silco shitless the first few weeks when you woke up to a tapping on your shoulder and opened your eyes to a child in your face. As time goes on, she gets more comfy and won’t even wake you two before jumping between you. You’ll turn over in the morning to see blue hair peeking out from under the blankets. Or you get smacked in the face in the middle of the night — like father, like daughter.

Silco is a Grade A workaholic in these days. Most nights than not, you sleep alone.

Come to his office at night and slip into his lap. It’s a silent exchange that usually results in Silco actually getting some sleep. You fall asleep in his lap, he takes you ti an actual bed, then realizes it looks super comfy and falls asleep next to you.

Lean on the back of his chair, massage his shoulders, and whisper something like “the bed is cold without you,” and there is an 80% chance he’ll go to bed, but not to sleep. There’s also a 60% chance he’ll just spin around in his chair and pull you onto his lap.

He still does the cold hand trick every now and again and it still annoys the hell out of you.

Check in on him if you wake up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water or something. He sometimes falls asleep on the couch. Make sure he has a proper pillow and some blankets or he’ll have a sore neck that won’t feel better for weeks.

Sometimes you’ll wake up in the night after falling asleep alone and feel his hand draped over you, snoring like he used to when he was young. He’ll feel you move in his sleep and tighten his hold on you.