#we owe our loved ones care! & they owe it to us! If dynamics need to be adjusted the have that discussion

[novadreii]

Mmm actually I think we do owe love and care to our loved ones! We do owe each other things sometimes! There is a duty of care in our relationships that we should do our very best to uphold. It's the basis for human connection? An informal agreement we have with someone dear to us that we will support and cherish them and not just when it's easy and in the ways that feel effortless to us but also in the ways that they feel most loved.

We owe each other consideration. We owe each other a chance to chime in on important things and we should not make unilateral decisions. We owe each other reassurance sometimes too! Gasp!

I know that we're unlearning our generational trauma collectively but what's the point if we draw such hard boundaries around ourselves that nobody is let in, and nobody is helped, loved or considered when they really need it?

What is the point of being connected to another human being if it's understood between the two of you that if shit hits the fan, they are loyal only to themselves and you can get fucked?

I get it. We need to be self-sufficient. We can't rely on someone to the point of falling apart when they leave the house. But entering into a relationship or close friendship (or nurturing our existing familial relationships that are healthy) is a declaration that we CAN but don't WANT to be 100% self-sufficient anymore. We'd like to outsource a portion of our bandwidth to the other person. And in exchange, we take on some of theirs. It can't be rainbows all the time: again, most of us are traumatized by our parents in some way. We have behaviours that make us unpleasant sometimes! But why does that necessarily mean that we cut each other off when we show symptoms? When we actually need to cash in on some support the most? Where pray tell lies the nuance between "cut off abusive people who have no intention of changing" and "sometimes our loved ones can act ugly on the road to healing, but as long as they commit to bettering themselves I will see them through it"???? Does the latter not exist at all?

The act of caring and being cared for is one of the only fucking things we have left that can sustain our hearts in this bleak world. If you don't want to be burdened with the expectation of reciprocation in your relationships then what is the point of seeking connection? You are missing a fundamental fucking variable.

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sinful sentences (eight)

fernando alonso - "someone should punish you for that."

tags: smut/pwp, age gap (20s/40s), dirty talk, mafia au, enforcer!reader x mafia boss!fernando, dom/sub dynamic, established relationship/marriage, injury, spanking & punishments

sinful sentences catalogue

"she turns quite a few heads." mark said as he shifted his stance at the sight of you in the warehouse with your hand curled into the bloodied button-up of a man fernando had been looking across spain for.

fernando chuckled as he watched you throw another punch. watching you defeat men near twice your size was one of fernando's favourite things to observe. to see his beloved enforcer take care of the alonso family. he placed took his handkerchief from the front pocket of his suit. he replied, "well, i think if a man looked at her the wrong way they'd be dealt with."

mark looked to his close friend and asked, "you'd kill them?"

fernando made a face and shook his head, "no, no. she'd kill them." then approached you to give you the handkerchief to clean the blood off your hands.

"my angel." he said as he examined your fists once you got home to your lavish home out in the country. he guided you further into the home and towards the kitchen, "you didn't need to hurt him that badly. he was more than willing to give us the money." he kissed your cheek and you melted a little against him.

"his face annoyed me." you said grumpily, "he looked like he would do something like this again. harm the family."

fernando left you by the kitchen island and went to grab ice for his little enforcer. he replied, "you mean our family, right, my love? after all, according to the license, we share a last name. that means we share the family." he wrapped ice in a dish towel and went back to tend to your bruises. you were in much better shape than the man who was brought before your fury. but still, fernando didn't want your knuckles stained purple with bruises.

"thank you, nando." you said softly. you felt the mask you wore for the family start to slip. underneath, was his wife. the woman he met after you tried to save him from a wallet thief. and then became closer to him than any bulletproof vest. no one suspected you to be his wife, not even the likes of mark webber knew about your marriage.

he touched your face gently and you looked him in the eyes as his other hand dabbed the make-shift ice pack against your hands. he said to you, "you didn't need to turn him purple. liam lawson is a name that carries some weight outside of here. especially with the likes of verstappen. and we don't want to anger him right now."

you made a face, "verstappen is not fond of him because leclerc isn't fond of him. i'm doing them a favour. he is a sniveling little rat who owed us money. i sent a message." you showed no remorse in your language. your husband found that exciting.

fernando made a face for a brief moment then smiled at you, "someone should punish you for that." then his dark eyes looked at you and you felt a thrill run through you. you could take fernando in a fight, but sexually, you were on your knees like your husband was a god taken human form.

you swallowed and leaned further into his touch on your face. your eyes closed, "i solely give myself over to mister alonso." a phrase of confirmation, that you wanted your husband. some may call you an attack dog, but you were simply a puppy to your lover's touch. especially when he cared for you so deeply.

he kissed you softly on the lips and said, "good, i love when you say those words. they sound right to come off your lips." he continued to ice your hands before he took the less bruised one and led you to your lavish bedroom.

you were a successful boxer, but that felt like a life time ago. fernando saw promise in you. he saw something in you that no one else did. no one took you seriously because you were a woman, but not fernando. no, fernando saw what you were capable of, and what started out as an arrangement for an enforcer for the alonso family, turned into a deep romantic relationship. and your mafia boss of a husband was more than willing to take care of every mark left on your body. you were powerful and fernando cherished you.

you were stripped over your clothes, fernando touched the softest parts of you. your ass and your thighs, his hand lingered before he kissed you. you moaned into the kiss, any pain in your hands were taken away by your lover's tender kisses. you moaned into the kiss and fernando pulled away.

"bent over the bed, my love." he said, "you need to remember for next time to not be so brutal towards men who didn't deserve it. on the clock, you listen to me. right? i'm the boss and you gave yourself over to me." he reached for your shoulder and found the lion tattoo you had been given to signify your place in the family.

you nodded, "yes, sir." then pulled away to bend over the bed. you knew that you probably didn't act the smartest. but your loyalty was undying, your belief in the family was unwavering. sometimes that meant being abrasive, being the muscle that your husband believed you to be. when you felt the slap across your left ass cheek, you tensed up but fernando rubbed the skin.

"don't flinch, you are stronger than that." he said with a softness to his tone, "you know that you are safe and you are loved, you are taken care of by me. now and forever." he kissed the center of your back before he landed another slap, then another, than another. each time the skin burned but not as much as the fire of want through your core.

you swallowed and held onto the covers as another spank hit across your skin. you felt the stammer in your heart as the pleasure built in your body from the punishment. maybe you were a glutton for the pain. he continued to smack your ass and you let out a small moan. it only made your husband rub your sore behind.

"you are always do good for me, my love. you know exactly how to make a man like me weak. your beauty, your power, it all comes together like a symphony. your moans are music to my ears." he kissed your shoulders before he landed another harsh smack, "but you need to listen. you are not above orders, my love. you are an important part of my life, so that is why i cannot have you beating men until they are purple." he landed another spank across your ass and added quietly, "if i lost you, my dove. nothing would keep me from tearing the earth in two." then turned your head a little to lean over you and capture your lips.

you understood. you weren't just his enforcer, you were his wife. eventually he broke the kiss and he patted your behind before you scrambled into bed onto your back. your breathing was a tad heightened from the feeling of your husband's strong hand across your ass.

"you're amazing." he said as he stood at the foot of the bed and undid his button up shirt. you swallowed and shifted a little on the bed, his praise made your ears burn, "you are beautiful." he said quietly. he looked good at his clothes came off, you saw the tattoos on his skin and you swallowed.

he looked good with the ink on his skin. even your initials on his hipbone, which was an addition when you got married. he said that a ring was permanent enough. once everything was off, he climbed into bed with you and took you in his arms. he admired you for a moment before you started to kiss deeply.

"fernando."

he eyed you once more before he got between your legs, "you are by far the more impressive woman i have ever laid eyes on. there is a certain magic about you that keeps me so enchanted by you. you're perfect, beautiful. everything to me." then felt a surge of want through him. he added, "you have made my life so different, thank you." then held onto the covers with one hand while he guided his cock into you gently. you tensed for a moment, but you relaxed against the bed as he got all the way inside of you.

"you feel good."

"you feel better, my dove." he replied as he started to move against you. it felt good, being this intensely close to you. two pieces of a whole, there for one another. he felt want for you, but he also felt total devotion towards his wife. he liked that you were powerful enough to beat anymore, but he also wanted to protect you. you were his wife, his love! of course he worried for you.

he promised that he would dedicate his life to you, and even though you were beyond capable. he worried about his wife. he held onto the covers tighter, not with both hands as he pace quickened.

"fernando, there is no need to flirt with me. i'm already your wife." you said lovingly.

he leaned in a little closer and felt the love in his chest, "oh, my love. just because we are married doesn't mean i stop loving you. if anything i should be more loving." his tone was like honey and his words only made him sound more sweet. it made your heart race and and smile a little. fernando continued his movements, he eyed at you closely. he watched your expressions as he licked his lips. he felt a similar want in his body. he felt something pull you in closely.

you held onto his shoulders tightly with your hips partially raised to give fernando the best angle to fuck you. which almost made your toes curl and feel the sparks of want in your head as the two of your made love on the bed.

"you feel amazing, fernando. fuck. i love you."

"and i love you."

you kissed once more, you kissed deeply with an insatiable want for him. your nails grazed across his shoulders as your lover kissed you on the lips. it felt amazing, your stomach was in knots in a way that excited you. you exhaled deeply against him, you felt the flow of want through you. you moaned against his lips as he clutched the covers tightly once more. you exhaled deeply and felt the thrill of want through you. you clenched your legs around his waist as he worked your body against his. it only felt right, perfect halves of a whole.

he picked up pace until he was really working your body. you cursed under your breath as you felt the surge of want through your core as his thrusts hit all the right parts. it was a kind of perfect that made your head spin with sexual want.

you moaned loudly with an intense want as he pleasured you. you felt hot all over, everything felt erotic to the feeling of him. you loved him, you loved your husband with an affection that went soul deep. you said to him, "fernando! ah! nando!"

he groaned before he asked, "how does it feel, my dove? does it feel good for you? you love how i make love to you, how i make you feel good." he felt his heart hammering in your chest. he put his hands on your hips as he worked against you.

orgasm felt close, the pleasure felt immense in ways that made his heart hammer quicker. he held onto you tightly and fucked you with a fever that could not be matched by any other feelings. he panted heavily and your nails dug into his shoulders a little tighter.

you shuddered a moan and the pleasure just rocked through your body in a made that made your toes curl. you held on tightly and arched your back. it washed over you, you said sweet words to your husband, "i love you. more than anything, fernando. you give me all the love i'd ever desire. i'd ever want. fuck."

fernando licked his lips, "what a beautiful woman, so powerful. and yet so beautiful under me. you look divine, my dove. more so than anything else in this world. i cannot get enough of you." he said with a total sense of love in his tone. his kissed you once more before he went in for a heavy kiss.

you moaned against his lips as he finished inside of you. your tightened your legs around his waist as you stayed there kissing. with fernando's pace slowed to a stop. just enjoying the feeling of one another before your husband laid out beside you. he pulled the covers that had been kicked to the bottom of the bed all the way to the top. you held onto him lovingly and let your head get petted by your husband. you sighed happily and let yourself enjoy his company. his love.

"you are so perfect." he said softly as he held you in his arms. you loved him deeply in return and laid curled up with him. fernando was a scary man in spain, but laid out with you. he was your loving, perfect husband. and you, his wife <3

[theocddiaries]

Sonic: Oh, careful, here comes Mr. Polite himself… Robotnik: What do you mean by that, you rat? Shadow: That your vocabulary consists mostly of insults. Robotnik: What are you talking about, you failed experiment piece of crap?! When have I ever disrespected anyone? Name one single time! FLASHBACKS 1. Robotnik: Let me explain it to you. You’re dumb, I’m smart. You have power, I steal it. You now have to fix the mess I made using that stolen power, and I step aside while plotting how to ruin your day tomorrow. You think, "what a bastard the fat guy is," and I tell you, "exactly," because it was embarrassing how long it was taking you to understand the dynamic, Shadow. 2. [Shadow is lying on a stretcher, struggling to breathe.] Robotnik: Good news. Sonic: Can you help him? Robotnik: No, I have no bloody idea how this guy works. Sonic: Then what’s the good news?! Robotnik: Well, didn’t he have a death wish? Congratulations, Shadow, today your dreams will come true. 3. [Rouge and Sonic gift their Chao to Shadow.] Rouge: Shadoooow, look what we got for you~ Shadow: Ugh, I told you I don’t want-- Aw, it looked at me. It’s mine now. [takes the Chao and pets it.] Robotnik [passes by, freezes when he sees the Chao]: Holy crap, it’s multiplying! [Eggman throws a can at the Chao, sending it flying and bouncing from the impact. Shadow yelps and goes to see if it's okay] Robotnik: You're welcome! And you owe me a soda! 4. Robotnik: Good morning, Commander Towers. What do you need me for? To tell you the time? Let me see… Well, look for yourself. Yes, sir, a solid gold watch. Earned dishonorably, unlike you, who hires zoo animals to avoid paying the bare minimum a human would charge. Rouge [frowning alongside Shadow]: Eggman, we’re right here. Robotnik: And the peanuts they pay you with are over there. [Laughs in their faces.] 5. [Shadow is collecting signatures. Eggman approaches angrily, grabs the papers, and tears them to pieces.] Robotnik: You! Traitor! Collecting signatures to get me kicked off the island, huh?! You ungrateful wretch! If it weren’t for me, you’d still be a frozen popsicle! Shadow: …Ivo, first of all, you did that for yourself, like everything else. Maybe that’s why they want you gone. And second, this isn’t the petition to kick you out. I was collecting signatures for a charity event to help the children’s hospital. Robotnik: Oh… well, sorry, I didn’t realize you were on one of your karma-burning stupid stuff. I knew that even with our differences, you wouldn’t participate in that. Shadow [hands over some laminated pages]: Oh, no, I did participate. Here are all the signatures to officially kick you out. Robotnik: What?! [takes the pages and starts hitting Shadow in the face with the laminated papers like a fan.]: I curse the hour, minute, second, and millisecond my grandfather thought it’d be a good idea to teach you how to speak and write!!!!! 6. Sonic: No way, I’m not doing anything with this guy. I bet I won’t even take a single step before he throws me down the stairs. Robotnik: Hey, that’s offensive, Sonic. This is a mess that affects all of us. I’ve got robots and a daughter waiting for me at home, you know? Sonic: Well, yeah, but… Robotnik: But what? So much talk, so little action. You love saying everyone deserves a chance to get applause, but when it really matters… Sonic: Alright, you’re right. I’m sorry. Let’s go-- [Sonic starts going down the stairs. Robotnik shoves him, and Sonic tumbles down while Robotnik laughs hysterically, to the point of tears]. Robotnik: Hahaha! Oh my God! [to the rest of the group]: I swear on everything, I meant it. I wasn’t going to do it! But he looked at me with that dumb innocent face, and I couldn’t resist! Hahahahaha!!!! PRESENT Robotnik: …I said one time. How are you supposed to understand my sense of humor when you can’t even understand a simple question? I feel so intellectually lonely…

[nordicfiord]

Do you have any other dynamics between the voices that you like,besides Cold and Contrarian?

Love your art,by the way,especially Contrarian!I love how soft and puffy he looks!

Ohhh, thanks for the question! And thanks for the kind words!! Have another Contrarian – he is pretty sure his friendship with anyone would be good!

it also would consist of bullying half the time but if everyone is content that it can lead to some of the best friendships out there!

And now… IT’S RUMBLING TIME!!

tldr: I am semi-interested in most dynamics, but am currently obsessed with just one. Crossovers and AUs make dynamics more fun for me to think about because of backgrounds.

So! Voices, huh? What a wild bunch.

I love those little guys. I love that mostly here at the stp fandom we are just interpreting them through our own lenses of understanding – through our own perspectives. It is very fitting, and it allows all of us to view these dynamics in many, many different situations.

Honestly, my brain is a mess. It is a giant cauldron, where everything at once is boiling and twisting and turning. That’s why everything is mixing up into lots of crossovers and weird ideas. 

Can I say that I like voices dynamics in canon? Sure! I like that one Adv-Fury route with Stubborn and Contrarian having the “I may not have a brain, gentlemen, but I have an idea” moment. I like that Hero tried to stand up for us in Cage and Paranoid helped Skeptic to insist on his solution by “physically” restraining him?? What a power move. Pretty much every interaction between voices is something interesting to think about, honestly.

But, uhh…

My brain just chose two random clowns and said “Them. I wanna rotate them.”

Honestly I don’t even know why he (my brain) did it. Maybe he just projected my favourite dynamic (clown and clown enabler). But I like other dynamics too??? Why not them???

Genuinely don’t know.

BUT!

Remember I talked about AUs, crossovers and stuff? Those are bigger dollhouses for my brain. There he can assign some dynamics to characters and watch them unfold.

Examples? Sure!

Skeptic being “the mom friend”. Originally it went from the need to have anyone that could control ContraColdChaos. But when I thought about putting voices in my old Steven Universe AU (I will talk about it here I swear it is just too much to unpack….), it all just made so much more sense. Because there Skeptic was the one responsible for revolution and leaving their home world, ended up on an unknown planet with some very troubled teammates (traumatised disabled leader, “I-died-so-many-times-I-can’t-be-stable” general, repeated killer of said general, army refugee and a high-quality spy) and he HAD to take responsibility and make sure nobody dies. Also that created a very interesting dynamic with Hero, because Hero is basically a young abused ruler who doesn’t believe he has any autonomy… and here Skeptic is, his subordinate, who literally is making all the decisions. Like, it’s clear that Skeptic cares and wants the best for Hero… but he is pretty much adding to a family emotional neglect.

And there’s more. Opportunist feeling like he owes Smitten for saving his life. Cold and Skeptic trying to process that they’ve killed and revived the very same person. Smitten being this person and trying to live a normal life with his murderer and resurrector in the same home.

I guess I just… Can’t operate inside of the canon universe with the little outside influence there is?

Maybe in my head-universe, when TLQ left, he left the voices a big fun playground, where they can put various masks and play many, many different stories. They need something to occupy their “forever” too, after all.

Anyway thanks if you’ve read this far!! I appreciate it, really. Sorry if it’s not uhh… organized? Like I said, my mind really is a mess, haha.

Have a nice day everyday!~

[karespocketboyfriends]

𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚎’𝚜 𝙶𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚃𝚘 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝

Sylus X Evie (OC)

Warnings -> 18+ NSFW (penetration/use of ‘sweetie, kitten, sir’/light power play/climax control/gentle hair pulling & teeth grazing) Sylus lowkey offs a guy, situationship dynamic

An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.

𝒯𝒾𝓅 #1: 𝒜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈

My head snaps up as the dining room doors swing open, a ridiculously tall man strolling through like he owns the place. Well, actually, he does own the place.

“Welcome back, Sir.” I greet him in a calm but upbeat manner. “Is any of that blood yours? Should I dig out the first aid kit?”

Sylus, the big bad boss of Onychinus and the devil parents use to scare their children into behaving, doesn’t glance my way. Instead, he makes the blood staining his figure vanish into black mist and heads for the back end of the large dining table. “No. Bring me some wine.”

Setting the documents in my hand down, I get up and move to his displayed collection. “Do you have a preference today?”

I hear a chair pull out, hear the rustling of his clothing as he sits down. “No.”

“Then you can have whatever I can reach.”

I think I hear him snicker, but don’t risk commenting on it. In no time at all, I have a glass filled and set on the table within his reach. Sylus picks up the glass and swirls the dark liquid around before taking a sip. He closes his eyes, either savouring the taste or taking a moment to rest.

I allow him that moment of peace. Then, I pop it like a bubble. “I know you just got back, Sir, but there is a matter we should discuss.”

Sylus cracks his eyes open and levels me with that intense crimson gaze of his. That look used to scare me, froze my body in a way that had me rooted to whatever spot I was standing in. “Is it necessary to discuss this now?”

“Well, no.” I hold my tongue just long enough for him to close his eyes and return to that restful state. “Unless you care that money is missing from the organization’s accounts with no explanation for it.”

Again, he opens his eyes. I fight back a smirk at the barely there change in his expression; the change between being annoyed at the situation and annoyed with me for interrupting his peace. Twice. “What is it?”

I leave his side to grab the evidence I need from the mess of paperwork scattered across the other side of the dining table. I have an my own office in his wing of the base, but sometimes I need a surface larger than my desk to organize everything, hence why everything is spread out in the dining room.

I place the most important documents containing my findings in front of him. “The accountants sent over the final income reports for this month. The revenue is lower than we usually see, about forty percent lower. I did some more digging,” Shifting my attention to a copy of a map, I pointed to a particular district outlined in a hot pink marker. “This seems to be the route where the loss is coming from. I asked Luke and Kieran to drop by the businesses that work with us and ask for the authentic copies of their transaction records. Every single one checks out. The businesses have paid what they owe for the month.”

Skimming over the reality of our partnership with the businesses in the N109 Zone is second nature now. Onychinus makes money in many ways, collecting protection money is just one of them. Normally, those who seek out the organization’s protection aren’t ballsy enough to play around with their debts, but it was still a possibility that needed to be looked into.

Sylus hummed, the sound rumbling deep in my ears like a mountain experiencing an earthquake. He gave the wine in his glass another swirl. “So, it’s an inside job.”

“That’s what the evidence is leading me to believe.” I cross my arms and pinch my chin. “Forty percent is big enough loss to notice right away. The accountants should have caught on immediately, unless-”

“They’re in on it.” He downs the rest of his glass. “Who was collecting debts for the area this month?”

I shrug. “No idea. It’s my job to catch these things, and it’s your job to solve them.” I glance at the clock and grin. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m stepping out for my lunch break. I’ll be back in an hour.”

His eyes are baring holes into my back, I can feel it as I practically skip towards the doors. “I want this mess cleaned up when you get back.”

“Yes, Sir!”

𝒯𝒾𝓅 #2: 𝒜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓈

𝒯𝒾𝓅 #3: 𝒜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒

“That’s a lovely painting.” I say, gesturing towards a beautiful landscape hanging on the wall with the hand holding my glass. “May I ask who painted it?”

The man sitting across from me in the skyscraper’s boardroom looks less than pleased in my presence. He came across rather irate when we met in the lobby, immediately asking where Sylus was and grumbling the entire elevator ride up after learning he was running a bit late.

I had to bite my tongue to keep from warning him that stressing over this meeting would only make his wrinkles deepen.

Tapping his finger impatiently on the gilded handle of his walking stick, he tilts his chin towards the painting. “That is one of Rafayel’s masterpieces. The only one of its kind.”

“It’s lovely. Mr. Rafayel certainly knows his way around a colour palette.” I take a sip of the water. “I wonder what was going through his mind when he painted it. Any thoughts?”

“No.” He pulls a golden watch from his pocket, clicking his tongue at the time. “Are you sure Sylus is coming to this meeting? I certainly hope I’m not wasting my time entertaining a young lady with no real hand in Onychinus’ affairs.”

My smile widens. “Of course not. Mr. Sylus is a busy man, but he wouldn’t abandon a meeting without word. If you are unable to wait any longer, I can notify Mr. Sylus that we’ll have to reschedule - if he is willing to reschedule. It took a lot of convincing on your part to have him agree to meet with you, yes?”

I reach for my phone sitting on the edge of the table, but he holds up a hand to stop me. “It’s alright. I can wait.”

The door opens just then, and in comes the man we’ve been waiting for. Sylus looks as intimidating as ever, though to me he almost seems bored. His red eyes find me first, then shift silently to the man who has been nearly harassing our phone lines for the past week.

Smiling, I stand up and turn my body towards my boss, hands folded in front of me. “Glad to have you join us, Sir. Mr. Gallagher has been very eager to speak with you.”

Sylus’ lips curled into a sneer. “So, I’ve heard. Your proposal must be worth my while, considering all the trouble you’ve gone through to get me here.”

A bead of sweat rolls down Gallagher’s temple, but he wipes it away with a handkerchief as Sylus and I take our seats. “I appreciate your kindness in coming all the way here today, Mr. Sylus. Now, let us begin.”

Half an hour passes, and nothing comes from Gallagher’s ramblings. On and on he went about a research project he wanted his company to jump in on, spoke blatantly about just how much funding they would need. He has statistics and research papers from the past, before the age of technology we have today, but not once in has he mentioned Onychinus’ benefit in backing this project.

My hidden glances at Sylus revealed nothing of what he was thinking, and I had given up after the third attempt to read his mind. A year and a half I’ve been working under him, and his mind is still a mystery to me most of the time.

“Evie.” Sylus suddenly calls my name, interrupting Gallagher in the middle of his spiel.

Recognizing the cue, I close the notebook I have wasted an entire page of. “Yes, Sir?”

“How long has Mr. Gallagher been wasting our time for?”

I glance at the clock. “A little over thirty minutes, Sir.”

Sylus hums, but it sounds more like a growl. “Thirty minutes.” He taps his finger repeatedly against his temple. “Tell me, Mr. Gallagher, you’ve spoken a lot about what Onychinus can do for you, but what can your company offer me for this deliberate waste of time?”

The older man, with more bravery than someone with a receding hairline should have, points a finger at Sylus. “Now, you listen here, ya’ punk! You wasted an hour of my time making me wait on ya’! What are ya’ gonna do to compensate me for that, huh?!”

The temperature in the room suddenly drops. Sylus is as still as a predator, lying in wait to pounce when the prey least expects it. The room is so silent, I swear I can hear Gallagher’s heartbeat growing louder with each unsteady breath.

I lean to the side, bringing myself closer to Sylus. “I think your tardiness has offended him, Sir.”

Slowly, with both hands in his pockets, Sylus rises to his feet. With shaking hands, Gallagher draws a pistol from the inside of his coat and points the barrel at the large man’s chest.

“I-I’m warning ya’!” Gallagher explains, voice shaking almost as badly as his hands. “D-Don’tcha take another step towards me!”

The sinister grin on Sylus’ face, even though it isn’t directed at me, sends shivers down my spine. “Or what?”

The old man’s Adam’s apple bobs, eyes doubling in size. In the blink of an eye, the gun changes its aim from my boss to me.

That’s as far as he gets. Black and red mist swirl around his body, seizing his wrist and forcing him to drop the gun. It clatters to the ground as the mist yanks him off his feet, suspending him in the air.

Gallagher clutches his throat as if doing so would free him of the Evol’s hold, kicks his legs in a feeble attempt to escape. The more he thrashes, the more obvious his struggle to breathe becomes. By the time Sylus finally lets him go, Gallagher is nothing but a heap on the ground.

When the room falls quiet again, I stand up and gather my phone, notebook and pen. “I think we best take our leave now, Sir. There isn’t anything more to discuss.”

Sylus heads for the door. “Come. I will drop you off at the office.”

A spring found its way into my step as I chased after him, his strides much longer than mine. “Are we taking the motorcycle?”

“The car.”

My shoulders dropped. “Well, that’s not as fun.”

𝒯𝒾𝓅 #4: 𝒜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒

𝒯𝒾𝓅 #5: 𝒜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓅𝓊𝓉𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝑒𝒹

A cup of warm honey tea in hand, I set the ceiling lights of my office to a dim lighting and stroll inside. The small office, neat and tidy and cozy, is irresistible at this hour of the night. It called to me like a siren’s song, its summons so strong I changed the taxi’s drop off address from my home to here.

I didn’t fight the urge much; I was looking for an excuse to avoid going home this late, anyway. Returning early from the club would open the door for my brothers to pry.

Mephisto swoops in through the ajar door, landing on a perch near the desk. His red eyes glow like a beacon in the shadows, watching me for a moment before opening his beak to caw.

“Shhh!” I hiss, scrambling for the bag of chopped peanuts I keep hidden in one of the drawers. “Don’t you dare disturb the boss.”

The odds of Sylus actually sleeping at night are low, but it’s not a risk I’m willing to take.

I dump a handful into the flat dish attached to the perch. Mephisto stops his ruckus to eat them, the treat keeping him distracted enough for me to get the fireplace going. He’s finished them by the time I settle into the leather chair on wheels.

“No more.” I sternly answer his silent, pleading look. “I will not be the one to get in trouble if you become too fat to fly.”

Mephisto, seemingly displeased, rustles his wings before taking off to do whatever it is mechanical crows do in their free time.

I get started on work the moment he leaves. It’s nothing complicated, just filing paper documents and sorting through digital ones on my laptop, organizing schedules and meetings for Sylus over the next few weeks. The smallest of the bookshelves keeps creeping into the corners of my vision, trying to tempt me to stop working and pick up one of the saucy novels instead. Definitely not work material, but with my brothers, it’s too risky to keep these kinds of books at home. Anything I want to hide from them, I have to hide it in here.

I hear the door click shut as I’m filing papers into the cabinet. Turning my head, I find Sylus, dressed in a red robe, approaching my desk. “Good evening, Sir.”

He picks up the top page from a stack of papers I have yet to sort through, and after looking it over, pinches the bridge of his nose. “Not only are you working overtime at this hour, but you’re doing so on a Friday night.”

I sneak a glance at the clock. “Technically, it’s Saturday morning, Sir.”

“You don’t work weekends; you made that clear when I agreed to hire you. My point still stands.” He turns his gaze to me and doesn’t bother to hide the way his eyes mark my outfit. I, meanwhile, am struggling to keep my eyes off the ‘V’ his robe makes down his beautifully toned chest and stomach. “What happened, sweetie? Did you get so bored at the club, you decided to come work instead?”

Perhaps I should be concerned with how he knew where I have been, but Sylus has eyes and ears everywhere. Either Mephisto followed me, the twins said something about my plans for a girls night with my friends outside the organization, or he put the pieces together from my makeup and clothing alone. Impressive, if that’s the case - my low cut jeans and crop-top are more of a casual style that could be worn anywhere.

Instead of just standing there gawking, I moved back to the desk and started putting away the unfinished work. I’ll finish it another time. “It’s not that I was bored. I got kicked out.”

His chuckle had me looking up. “You got kicked out? What did you do, kitten? Scratch someone’s eyes out?”

When all the papers are safely tucked into the drawer, I lock it and put the key back in a smaller drawer. “Pretty much. Some men can’t take ‘no’ for an answer.” Recalling the satisfying crunch of his nose under my fist has me smirking. “Maybe he’ll remember tonight every time he looks in the mirror from now on.”

“Did you strike the way I showed you?”

Smirk growing, I nodded once. “Broke his nose.”

Sylus chuckles. “Good girl.”

My core pulls tight, thighs squeezing together at the rush of heat pooling between them. That sort of praise with the baritone voice he has is dangerous.

My reaction doesn’t go unnoticed. In fact, it flips a switch in him that turns his amusement into something almost predatory. The change in his eyes brings with it an electricity in the air, igniting a buzzing in my skin and a pounding in my heart.

“Are you… satisfied with the fun you’ve had tonight, sweetie?” Sylus asks, making his way around to my side of the desk with languid strides.

I turn with him, keeping my front to him, never taking my eyes off him. There’s no where to run to, and I have to tilt my head up and lean back against the desk just to keep eye contact as he gets closer. Sylus is pure dominance, towering over me and caging me in as he grips both sides of the desk.

Subconsciously, I lick my suddenly dry lips. “No.”

“No?” He lifts one hand and drags the pad of his thumb over my lips, then down and across my chin. “If you’re in the mood, would you like to play our special game?”

My blood runs hot, temptation whispering into my ear like a little devil on my shoulder. The skin where his thumb touched tingles, the taste of an addiction bubbling on my tongue. “A game sounds nice.”

Sylus hums and tilts his head a little. His thumb returns to my lips, parting them so he could tease the wet inside of my lower lip. “And what do we say when we want this game to stop?”

The cogs in my mind stopped at some point, and I have to kick them back into gear. “Crow.”

“Again.”

“Crow.” I repeat, much faster this time.

Sylus chuckles again, but this time, it comes out deeper and sends a wave of arousal through me. He lashes me with those lethal words of praise again. “Good girl.”

Then I’m being devoured by him, my lips and tongue under the command of his as he takes what he wants - what we both want. My moan comes out muffled, swallowed by him as I pathetically push my tongue against his. I’m not trying to force him out, that’s a battle I’ll never win; I just want to feel how strong he is, test how much control he has.

The answer is all of it, just the way I like it.

His massive hands sear my skin as he grips my bare waist, squeezing and pulling, dragging across my lower back and tracing the hem of my top. Mine can’t stay still either, moving quickly in their exploration of his chest. I have to grab fistfuls of his robe as a means of grounding myself when he suddenly grabs me beneath the thighs and lifts. A moment later, I’m being set down on the top of my desk.

One of my arms rests across the back of his neck and shoulders, the other extended behind me so I could brace my hand on the desk for extra support against the onslaught of Sylus’ kisses. One of his hands is planted on my thigh in a near bruising grip, the other busy with popping out the buttons of my top. When the last one comes undone, he halts his kisses to slide the sleeves down my arms and throw the unnecessary garment aside. He doesn’t treat my bra any much differently.

My breasts are exposed, nipples hardened from the foreplay, but Sylus doesn’t pounce right away. He’s too cunning for that, enjoys playing with my desires too much to pass up making me beg for it.

Instead, he buries his hand in my hair and, gently pulling on the roots, tilts my head back so my throat is bared to him. He drags his mouth over the sensitive skin, teasing me with tongue, teeth and kisses of varying pressure.

“Sylus.” I whine, giving his shoulder a squeeze. A pulse starts between my legs, one so intense it makes me want to clamp my thighs shut. I can’t, not with him standing between my knees. “Sylus, please.”

“Please’ what, kitten?” He nibbles my earlobe, blows a breath of air across it that has me gasping. “Use your words.”

“Please touch me.” I cave, breathless. “Please stop teasing me.”

Sylus breaths a chuckle against the side of my head. “You have such good manners, sweetie, but I’m afraid you’re not being specific. I am touching you.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. “N-Not there.”

“No?” His fingers drag over my stomach, his touch featherlight. I’m so sensitive, my back arches beneath his attention. “Here, then?”

Again, I shake my head. My breasts feel heavy, aching so bad they almost hurt.

“Ah.” Sylus feigns realization, pretending as though he had no idea what I wanted before now. “I see. You must mean here.”

I cry out as his lips wrap around my left nipple, tongue and teeth toying with the hardened bud. Pain isn’t my thing, but the lightest teases of it such as gentle hair pulling and teeth grazing gets me off more than I want to admit it. Sylus knows my limits and has always maintained respect with my boundaries, even though this kind of play was something I didn’t know I liked until getting involved with him.

It’s only after giving equal attention to both breasts that Sylus advances, swiftly undoing the button and zipper of my jeans. With one arm wrapped around me, he hoists me up by the waist and uses the opposite hand to tug the waistband past my hips, bringing my underwear along with it. I squeal at the show of strength, but my attention is quickly redirected when he sets me down and yanks the remainder of my clothing down my legs, taking my shoes off with it. He tosses everything aside like they’re meaningless and steps back between my legs.

Excitement buzzes in my veins as he tilts my head back again. Then comes relief when he finally touches me.

His groan mixes with my moan and the cracking of the fireplace, lips brushing against my cheek as he speaks. “You’re so eager, sweetie. You enjoy this game as much as I do, don’t you?”

Another moan spills into the air. I can feel how slick I am, can hear it when he sinks a finger into me. My back momentarily arches at the much welcomed intrusion. “Yes, Sir.”

He releases my roots to cup the back of my head instead, adjusting its position so I’m looking at him instead of the ceiling. His eyes are narrowed, dominant but also painfully gentle in a commanding sort of way. “Did that man touch you?”

“Y-Yes.” I answer, slowly losing myself to the pleasure.

“Where?” It’s a non-negotiable question.

“He-” I have to take a breath to get my brain on track, but it’s a shaky one. What happened in the club again? It takes a second to come back to me. “H-He grabbed my hips and- ah- t-tried dancing behind me.” I should keep my mouth shut, but a certain thought has a weak, breathy giggle escaping. “Are you jealous, Sir?”

The addition of a second figure quickly shuts me up. Sylus curls them, nudging a spot that makes my muscles tighten and hands claw at his chest. “Unless you want to be treated like a brat, I suggest you watch your mouth.”

Tempting, but not what I want this time. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Good.”

His fingers disappear, and I whine at the loss. Sylus pulls the knot of his belt and shrugs off his robe, discarding it like he did with everything else. Pulling me off the desk by the hips, Sylus sets me on my feet and lifts one of my legs until he can get the crease of his elbow beneath my knee. To keep my balance, I hold onto his broad shoulder with one hand and grip the edge of the desk behind me with the other.

“Eyes on me.” Sylus commands, lightly tapping me beneath the chin to get my attention.

I look into his eyes, let those deep pools of red pull me in and strip me bare - more bare than I already am. I hold his gaze even as the tip of him nudges against my entrance. Hold it as he slowly sinks inside.

My jaw drops as he fills me, inch by delicious inch stretching me more than his fingers had. Sylus is big, and though my body is more accustomed to him now, he’s still kind enough to take this part slow.

“That’s it.” His voice is huskier now, thumbs massaging circles into my skin as he helps hold me steady. As he slowly pushes and pulls his hips. “Good girl. You can look where you want now.”

As soon as he releases the invisible leash, my eyes drop to where we’re connected. Combined with the pleasure of his building movements, it’s too much, too overwhelming. So instead I lift my gaze to his stomach, watching his abdominal muscles work as he starts to set his rhythm. A strong, steady rhythm that has gasps, cries and moans dancing on my tongue with each thrust.

“Fuck.” I whisper, feeling a familiar knot start to pull in the pit of my stomach. Every push of his hips into me makes it pull tighter and tighter, my breath climbing higher and higher. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

I realize my error instantly, but it’s still too late to correct myself. Sylus pulls out of me completely, and instead of crashing into the waters of euphoria, I fall flat onto a hard nothing.

Sylus clicks his tongue cups my cheek in his hand, tilting my head up until I’m looking at him. “Is that how we ask for things?”

I shake my head, parting my lips as he skims his thumb over them. “No, Sir.”

His lips curl into a cruel smirk. “Was it so good that you forgot the rules? Do we need to take a break so you can remember?”

Frantic, I shake my head. “No, Sir. I remember.”

Sylus hums and drops his hand from my face, lining himself back up. “Let’s try that again.”

In no time at all, I’m back to where I had been before my mistake. I can feel his eyes boring into me, watching, waiting to see if I’ll screw up again. I can almost sense the gears in his head turning, trying to decide what he’ll do if I fail.

But I don’t fail. The second that knot pulls dangerously tight, I’m looking into his eyes and asking. Pleading, more like. “Can I come, Sir? Please?”

“Better.” Sylus leans down and kisses me once. “You can come. Come for me, Evie.”

The band snaps at his approval. My cry is loud, body trying to arch yet curl in on itself at the same time. I’m not sure when my head goes blank, but when I start to recover, it’s to Sylus’ sexy voice in my ear and his deadly fingers drawing circles onto my clit, heightening the stimulation.

“Good girl.” He praises, carefully setting my leg down. He cups my face again and rests his forehead against mine. “See how much better it is when we ask nicely?”

I nod, whining at the aftershocks still working through my body. Sylus kisses me again before spinning me around, one hand pushing on my back until I’m bent over with my chest pressing against the cold surface of the desk. He moves my hair out of the way and attaches his lips to the back of my neck, alternating between open mouth kisses and teases of his teeth as he makes his way down my spine. I moan and scratch the wood with my nails, trying to be patient.

He reconnects with me when I least expect it, one hand planting itself on the desk near my head while the other grabs my wrist and pins it to my lower back. His grip is firm, not crushing, and he isn’t pulling on my arm either; is just holding it there. He immediately begins a brutal pace, his hips colliding with my ass at every inward thrust, his shaft hitting places deeper than before. It’s just so Sylus that I can’t help but throw my remaining caution to the wind. I wrap my free hand around his arm as a means of grounding myself, delighted by how solid his muscles are.

Tears begin to line my lashes from the intense pleasure. I turn my head, letting my cheek rest on the desk so I can peek at Sylus from the corner of my vision. He’s devastatingly beautiful, his jaw dropped a little as he watches the way he claims me. Beads of sweat catch the light of the fire as they roll down his skin, white hair falling with the way his head is titled. His heavy breaths wrap around me like a blanket and sink through my skin until they settle in my bones.

Unfair. Truly, this man is unfair.

The knot in my stomach comes back, the muscles between my thighs clamping down on him in anticipation of what’s on the horizon. He must feel it, because his eyes lift until they met my gaze. “Do you have something to ask me, sweetie?”

‘Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.’ I mentally plead with myself. My thoughts are working faster than my voice, surprisingly. “May I come again, Sir?”

“Good girl.” He growls, the possessive tone in his voice sending shocks through my core. “Come.”

His command does me in. The sound that comes out of me is a high pitched squeal, my acrylic nails digging into his arm as white hot release burns through me. “Sylus!”

Suddenly, the wrist that was pinned to my lower back is set free. Sylus grabs me by the biceps and hauls me up so I’m no longer laying on the desk, one of his arms banding across my stomach to hold me up. The other dives between my thighs, finding my clit again. “One more.”

Choking on a sob, I claw at his arms. “I can’t!”

“You can.”

I don’t have a choice. No, I have a choice - one four letter word and this all stops. But I don’t want to use that word.

One more. I can take one more.

The third release robs me of my voice. I slump back against Sylus, boneless in his arms as he chases his end. It doesn’t take him much longer to find it.

“Fuck, Evie-” He groans against my neck, pulling out at the last second. He’s nearly crushing me against him, short bursts of tremors working their way through his body.

Managing to peel my eyes open, I wiggle out of his hold and slump over the desk, my arm as heavy as lead as I reach over to pull a small towel from one of the drawers. I toss it over my shoulder, waiting until Sylus has regained himself enough to take it and clean us up.

His fingers gently take the towel from mine. “You keep these in your desk?”

“Must I explain why?” I try to fire back, but I’m way too tired to sound the slightest bit sarcastic.

His hands are gentle as he works, but I still have to bite my lip when he attends to the more sensitive areas. “I’m almost done. Hang in there.”

I hum in response. It’s all I can manage.

The towel disappears from my skin a minute later. Sylus puts his robe back on and helps me redress, then places me in the chair while he puts out the fire. Once the embers have snuffed out, Sylus returns and lifts me into his arms, carrying me out of the office. He heads further down the wing to where his home is.

“Bath or shower?” He asks, keeping his gaze forward.

“Bath.” My response is quick. “I can’t trust myself to stay standing. Can I use your fancy soaps and stuff?”

One corner of his lips curl. “You can use whatever you’d like.”

“Oils, too?”

“Yes, kitten. Oils, too.”

𝒯𝒾𝓅 #6: 𝒜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓃𝑔𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝓈𝓈… 𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈

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[joyswonderland1108]

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Hi hello how are you? Hope you're all doing well! I know i'm still not back to being active, i started an internship for a while now so again i'm busy trying to find some time to share my thoughts whenever i have a buttload of them.

Did you know that to be able to productive at work streaming MUSE is an essential? SO GO STREAM MUSE!!!! I don't think my supervisor is happy with me wearing earphones the whole day but sucks to be him BTS come first.

What is it that i wanted to say? Oh yes. Again, i'll say it, i couldn't care less if you're a solo, sucks, but as long as you keep your own limits, stan whoever you stan and keep your own goddamn thoughts to yourself, then WHATEVER.

Now am i gonna name drop? No, because honestly i feel like there's no need to target one person when i know there are others that fit in the same box so if the shoe fits, wear it.

Starting off as an ARMY, OT7 lover, to become a Jikooker (aka liking Jikook's dynamic whatever the fuck you think they are to each other) to becoming a solo, and treating the members as if they are just spare and whatever they do or say should revolve positively around the X member that you solo stan.. HUM.

Needless to say the amount of guilt tripping is astronomical, making Army feel guilty about having a goddamn life and not being able to post to show their support or "share proof" of them actually streaming.. Darling no one owes you anything, whatever effort a person does whether they show it to you or not, that is none of your goddamn business, don't make anyone feel bad for their effort, just because YOU have enough spare time to be chronically online it doesn't mean everyone is.

I'll go back to what i mentioned above and take it as an example whether it's me or anyone else, do i have enough time to be coming in here the same way i used to? Not for now, am i still streaming while doing my internship when i'm supposed to stay professional? Yes. Well same goes for many others, some Army are parents too, besides work they have a family to tend to, if you are still young and unmarried with a lot of time to spare, good for you, not everyone is.

Some ex-Army couldn't even handle the pression of being an Army because of people guilt tripping them for not "showing proof of support" and to make it worse posting shit like "Oh you hate X member" because people are simply not making a new post every 2 seconds about the X member you are solo stanning according to YOUR standard.. You really need to go out and touch some grass.

"Oh but no i'm not a solo can't you see my reposts?" I couldn't give two fucks about what you repost or do not repost, it's the shit that you keep on saying, the pattern that you've created that many people noticed, you turning into a solo stan and trying to hide this with a few reposts, maybe just maybe if you are still not ready to assume that you've became a solo, then at the very least make a second account to go cry in there. You can't fool anyone when the pattern is patterning.

It is absolutely sickening to see this going on for MONTHS and just earlier i've seen a friend talk about it and i was reminded how with my girlies in our gc we would share posts related to the boys and everytime we were a bit confused about "some posts" we always had that "Um.. Was that person a solo to begin with or are we just not really understanding?"

Please for the love of God, take your solo stanning elsewhere, stop spitting venom at people for rules that YOU are setting.

With that being said, i hope y'all are having a nice day and STREAM MUSE!!!

[sir-illmatic]

A matter of time⏱

(A long af ramble)

I don’t care how long you’ve known some people, what the bond was, if they’re relatives, part of a community, childhood friends, best work buddies etc.

Everybody isn’t meant to stay in your life!

During my spiritual journey I realized you can’t “helicopter” over the people you care about. It’s a dysfunctional love language many of us have. I wanted to support and guide my loved ones to the best of my ability. I’m known as the therapist/fixer of any friend group I’m apart of.

I’m the Olivia Pope of this shit. However, I would end up being the emotional trash bag ,while they reject every plausible solution presented. Im the person strategizing how to get them on track and distracting from my own goals to save theirs (ppl pleasing). Silently seething because not only do they seem to care very little about themselves … but also about my time and effort in supporting them! They’re turning up while I’m stressing for them.

I also realized a lot of these actions stemmed from events in my childhood, but I digress!

Then the “Ah ha” moment hit!

They don’t owe me shit.

Why? … because it’s not my job to do that! They’re not calling for advice. They’re calling to vent. Yes, being a good listening ear is part of being a good support as well. We don’t always have to swoop in with “what you should do is…”. I also learned my actions of support make me seem like a “know it all” with good intentions. It sends signals that I don’t believe they are capable of figuring out their own issues. As if they were mentally challenged. This dynamic breaths life into resentment.

However, for people like me , that becomes exhausting after while. Loved ones complaining about the same bullshit misfortunes over & over without looking for solutions, better discernment, or to establish positive patterns/habits. Constantly returning back into the arms of what has them forever frustrated. Wanting you to hold all of their emotional and dysfunctional baggage. You are being spiritually drained!

🫠

Especially, if you’ve done the work for your own life’s outcome! With or without therapy! You’ve put in the effort aside from your prayers. Now, you’re reaping the peaceful benefits of the investment in your life. You feel your spirit and life being led to better pastures ….It’s time to realize…

You’ve outgrown them.

it’s time to love them from afar!

The dynamic you once shared has expired/changed. The people you were in the beginning, No longer exists now. It’s no longer serving or fulfilling.

People will always prioritize themselves (as they should). You need to make sure you do the same. Nobody will care about you more than yourself as an adult. You can care for your loved ones, and wish them well. Give them guidance if specifically asked. However, we can’t live for them or force them to take our advice! It doesn’t matter how great the quality of our advice is…. We don’t even have to experience the consequences of the advice we give them! They have the choice of what to take and what to leave! We don’t even know if we have all the facts of the scenario anyway. They have their journey and you have yours…

But….

If their dysfunctional life starts to effect yours just being in their company…you begin reaping their consequences for their choices…you notice yourself regressing … you recognize you’ve lost sight or esteem of your own life mission…

Fall back.

You are the average of the 5 closest people to you. Choose wisely!

The mental ease you receive for allowing people to “do them” and letting go is priceless. Now you have time to dedicate towards your own conquests , continue your own development, and learn from your own choices.

I’m rambling now… but one last thing

Beware: When people notice you walking away to a better life, they may morph into your enemy. They may spill your secrets, smear you, they may not even care about your absence. If that’s the case It’s all good… some people can live in your heart but not in your life!

Keep the grass cut🌾🐍🌾

-KANAAN🌱

[viiisenyas]

It confuses me that ppl in the hotd fandom say that Laenor loved Jace Luke and Joffrey. Did he tho? cuz... he was out drinking with his buddies and there was only one scene where he was actually being a dad to them. Fr, the only time he stepped in as a dad was when he named Joffrey and that was it.

I think it's a little more nuanced than that, Anon. But if I'm being entirely honest, (if a bit controversial) those children were not his obligation yet when he tried to step in, Rhaenyra kept him at arm's length until it was convenient to her.

Episode 6:

"You don't think to consult me before you name my child?" "He's our child, is he not?" "Only one of us is bleeding." "I deserve some say in the affairs of my own family." "You haven't seemed so interest in our affairs of late."

"I deserve some say in the affairs of my own family."

I find this interesting in particular. Upon a rewatch, I paid attention to Laenor's facial expressions and his tone of voice. Now it could be me, it could be a misinterpretation, but he seemed a bit exasperated if not desperate, almost pleading with Rhaenyra. Given that 10 years has been glossed over, we were robbed of seeing their actual dynamic. But what I can see is that he is attempting to assert his place as her husband, and Rhaenyra just waved him off with the following line of dialogue.

Keep in mind his facial expression deflating after she wanders out of frame. I genuinely do think that he was trying, but again, she kept him at arm's length. And of course this sets up later in the episode when he returns to Rhaenyra's room a bit drunk with Ser Qarl.

Notice how he seems more happy to go back to war?

"After all this time, this is just what I need. A little adventure. A good honest battle to enliven my blood again... A few months maybe - to be back at sea."

I don't know about you, but no man that has been in a happy marriage (hell, even a man who has a close bond with his supposed kids) would want to return to a fucking war unless he has no other choice. The way he says "to be back at sea," was almost in yearning.

At that point, he was more than happy to leave King's Landing because Rhaenyra made it abundantly clear that he's of no use to her.

And she continues to make snide remarks with regards to Ser Harwin's little outburst that brought even more negative attention to their family.

"Are you mad? Do you know what's happened while you've been guzzling all the ale in Flea Bottom - gods know what besides?"

If you watch his expression, it can be read as "What are you talking about," or it can be read as "Excuse me?" Pick your poison. (I don't know about you, but I read that as a homophobic microaggression.)

Now moving on to my point above.

"Dark rumours are hunting us, Laenor. They nip at our heels. Questions about our sons' parentage. Vile, disgusting insinuations." "Insinuations, are they?" "They are our sons! Yours and mine. And their true father will not abandon them now to go carousing through the Narrow Sea waggling his sword, and winking at his sailors."

Notice how she finally flips it around? Now, those boys are suddenly Laenor's responsibility. And as you can see with his sarcastic reply, he has no mind to listen to it. And I don't have to point out the second microaggression against his homosexuality.

Now Laenor says this, with conviction.

"I am a knight and a warrior. And I have played my part here. Faithfully, for ten years."

Which really drives home the point that he was trying to be a dutiful husband. He was trying to be a dutiful father. But then, Rhaenyra throws his efforts back into his face.

"You are owed nothing! For ten years you have indulged yourself at court, bought the finest horses, drunk the rarest of wines, fucked the lustiest boys. This was our agreement. I have not begrudged you."

Except she just did. Four times. in the literally same episode. Laenor did what any lord living at court would have done even if they weren't in the clusterfuck situation that he was sucked into.

Now, Laenor is completely done, and it's obvious that he wants no part in it.

"You do not desert your post when the storm lashes." "The wise sailor flees the storm as it gathers." "Very well, then I command you... as your Princess and heir to the throne, you are commanded to remain in King's Landing and at my side."

I'm certain that he was well aware of the rumours swimming about regarding Rhaenyra's actions and of course, I genuinely think he did his best to cover for both himself AND her after the first two Strong kids were born - otherwise he wouldn't be looking for an out in this specific scene. He probably would have left long ago.

TL;DR. I think Laenor did care about those kids, but Rhaenyra alienated him from actually being in their lives until shit hit the fan for her.

[clemblog]

Chapter 2: Thinking

After spending a long few months in Jericho, working their asses off to get android rights to a good place The Jericrew decide to visit the countryside and stay in the first fully fledged android town, fondly called Pacis. How will their relations develop now that they can finally take a break from it all?

featuring: RK1K, Josh x Simon, North x OC

Part 1

“Connor, I don’t understand why you’re so freaked out about this. I assumed, ever since we agreed on this whole f*cking father-son dynamic, you trusted me.” Hummed Hank, amused, as he watched Connor pace around the kitchen. “The fact you will be filling in for me at Jericho is not the issue Lieutenant-” Huffed Connor. Hank rolled his eyes at this fondly. That guy would never ever stop calling him Lieutenant, no matter how much he insisted that Hank was fine. “What is the issue then?” “You didn’t tell me!” “I’m afraid Mr Markus Manfred swore me to secrecy.” “Markus didn’t tell me!” “I believe this whole thing is meant to be a surprise, so it’d make sense.” “He knew I wouldn’t like it-” “Cause you’re a workaholic.” “Lieutenant-” “Connor.” “...” “Listen kid, when you have people who care about you, they want you to take care of yourself. Especially since you have mental health to worry about now, and the fact you can’t snap back to life over night anymore. Whether you like it or not, you need to go on this break.” Explained Hank, firmly but sincerely. Connor sighed at this, tapping his foot. “...I don’t have a suitcase-” “Come on bitchy mcgee, I got one in the closet you can use.” Mused Hank.

Connor would reluctantly trail after Hank to start packing for the trip. It was kinda fun to see some of his most important possessions all in one place. His coin, his favourite shirt, some jeans, a coat, his stun gun(Hank thought he should leave it at home but Connor wanted to be safe), a sun cap, his fish patterned blanket and many other essentials! Though, it was a little disappointing when Hank explained he could in fact not put Sumo into the suitcase and bring him along. “Connor, Sumo is my dog-” “Our dog!” “Connor-” “He loves me more!” Hank rolled his eyes. “Yes, because you sneak him my dinner scraps when you think I’m not looking.” Connor pouted at this. “I can only eat thyrium! He doesn’t have to eat just kibble, so why not! One of us deserves variety-” “How about I pick up a Sumo Jr from the toy shop?” Suggested Hank, attempting to compromise. “That way Dewey has a buddy.” Sat on Connor’s bed was a soft toy of a dwarf gourami, which he’d affectionately called Dewey. Connor faulted at this, a light flush appearing on his face. “I dunno if I should bring Dewey…” “Why not?” “...I don’t want Markus, North, Josh or Simon to think I’m a baby cause I have stuffed toys…” “Kid, listen, they won’t as they’re your friends.” Assured Hank. “Besides, adults can have stuffed animals too. You know Tina from the DPD?” “Yeah?” “Her Wife gets her a stuffed animal every Valentines because that’s how much she loves them.” “...Really?” “Would I have any reason to lie to you about that?” “No-” “Right, so you get on your fancypants tablet and find yourself a Sumo Jr and I’m gonna go make myself a burger.” Connor nodded slowly at this, a shy smile on his face. “I will do that… Thank you Lieutenant.” “Anytime kid.”

Connor sat and watched as Hank left his room, flopping back on his bed to do as he suggested. Maybe Sumo could snuggle with Sumo Jr before he went on his trip, that way he’d smell just like him! Though… Now that he thought it over, he’d probably need some more things in his suitcase before he could fit Dewey and Sumo Jr in. What else did he need? He wasn’t sure… Maybe he could ask Markus! So, before Connor could think logically and remember search engines exist, he sent a brief message to Markus.

[Connor Anderson] Hi Markus.

[Markus Manfred] Hello Connor, what do I owe the pleasure of your message? [Connor Anderson] I am unsure what I need to bring for the trip.

[Markus Manfred] You’re attending? Willingly? [Connor Anderson] Hank thinks it’ll be good for me.

[Markus Manfred] Of course~

[Connor Anderson] What? [Markus Manfred] Nothing, you’re just a suck up for your dad. [Connor Anderson] Hey! [Markus Manfred] That’s not a bad thing! It’s cute. [Markus Manfred] I’m the exact way with my own dad. [Connor Anderson] I don’t believe you’ve told me much about your father.

[Markus Manfred] Unfortunately, I am a busy man Connor. And you are my busy bodyguard.

[Connor Anderson] I know. :( 

[Markus Manfred] I suppose I could tell you about him, if you wish. :) [Connor Anderson] Only if you’re not busy with other things, I don’t want to impose. [Markus Manfred] You’re my friend Connor, you’ll never impose! [Markus Manfred] Also before I forget here’s a list of stuff you should add to your suitcase:

Boots

Slippers

Towel

Dressing Gown

A Book (or just some kind of entertainment that isn’t digital based, internet is iffy out where we’re going.)

[Connor Anderson] Thank you Markus, I really appreciate this. [Markus Manfred] It’s my pleasure Connor, now you want to hear about the stubborn loving ass that is Carl Manfred~?

The pair would spend the next few hours, messaging as they went about their evenings. Connor was packing his suitcase, then doing the dishes, then watching a movie with Hank. Markus was painting, then filling out some papers for Jericho business, then he was settling down for the night with a movie of his own. (A Dog’s Purpose per Connor’s suggestion.) The two had dissolved into many topics, unable to pull away from the conversations purely just from the amount of enjoyment they had within each other's company.

[Markus] Goodnight Conny! [Connor] Goodnight Markus, thanks for the fun talks! [Markus] Anytime, have a good recharge. [Connor] You too. [Markus was last online: 11:47pm] [Connor was last online: 11:49pm]

Hank would glance into Connor’s room to find him laid with his tablet still in his hand. He rolled his eyes fondly at the sight, and gently took the tablet and put it on the bedside cabinet for him.

[thedreadvampy]

I think the thing that worries me about many approaches to mutual aid (and this isn't a criticism OF mutual aid, nor is it a new or unique concern) is yeah, that need for systematisation and, honestly, an amount of alienation that a lot of small communities are currently not super able to create.

like as somebody who grew up in a family shouldering the burden of failure of care. there's stuff you as a family member or friend or community member can and should do to support loved ones, and it's hard and unpleasant work at times but it needs doing.

but then on the other hand there's stuff that can only really effectively be done by someone whose relationship to that person is more distant and care-specific. because the burden of carrying on that close relationship can really get in the way, for both people, of the care work that needs to happen Right Now. and vice versa.

the need for more depersonalised/professionalised care can look like a lot of things. from being someone with a serious injury who doesn't want people they're close to to see them naked and vulnerable, to someone finding their resentment towards a parent make it hard for them to care for them in old age, to people who burn friendships out by being there through someone's violent manic episodes. it looks like adequate personal/professional boundaries with a therapist, so that you know that the session is just about you and not about them. it looks like being able to care for someone who's consistently vile and aggressive towards you because you know that at the end of the day you'll finish your shift and walk away into a space where you can take care of yourself.

like that's what a system where people don't fall through the cracks has to look like - a balance between what we owe each other through loving relationships, and what is best done by someone who isn't personally connected to the person needing care.

professionalised care isn't enough on its own. we all need community and personal relationships - and all of us will sometimes need to grit our teeth and weather some storms and go out of our way to keep that going.

but equally community care isn't enough on its own either. often we end up having to choose between being someone's friend/lover/family and being their carer, because they can be mutually exclusive. often we don't get a choice, because there's nowhere else they're getting that care. but your relationship doesn't come through unharmed and equal if you're regularly having to put your own wellbeing aside to provide in-depth care for someone. it can't. that affects both of you a lot. it affects power dynamics. it builds mutual resentments. it puts you in a position of either burning yourself out or abandoning them, and it puts them in a position of constantly mitigating their needs to keep you.

Like, when we talk about how in a fully functional community, shitty, unpleasant and miserable-to-be-around people can't be left without support, this is part of that. but also it's part of managing the tendency to burn ourselves and each other out and lose love by trying to be all things to all people.

there have to be some sort of distancing structures in place for some kinds of care - both physical and mental. idk what that looks like necessarily - shift rotas, committees, nominated carers without close existing ties, idk - but it can't just sit solely within existing friendships and relationships.

I do think a lot of communities understand this need, but communities working on mutual support and mutual aid often just straight up lack the resource and capacity to NOT be doing this in a close knit group. I don't know how to resolve this. but I've seen enough examples of people throwing themselves into the fire over and over again to the detriment of both the carer and the caree to know that it needs resolving.

[beardedmrbean]

A missing persons case took a mysterious turn this week when a teenager walked into a Montana police precinct four years after she vanished without a trace in Arizona.

Alicia Navarro was 14 years old when she was last seen leaving her home in Glendale, Arizona, on 15 September 2019. She left her parents a note saying she would return but never did.

The disappearance of the teenager, who has autism, prompted a huge search involving the FBI and the Center for Missing and Exploited Children.

But, despite thousands of tips pouring in over the past almost four years, there was no sign of the missing girl – until now.

Glendale Police announced on Wednesday that the now-18-year-old walked into a police station thousands of miles away in a small town close to the Canadian border and told officers that she was the missing girl.

In a press conference, police spokesperson Jose Santiago said that Alicia is “by all accounts” well and has since been reunited with her mother.

“She showed up to a police department. She identified herself as Alicia Navarro. She basically asked for help to clear her off of a missing juvenile list,” he said.

“She is by all accounts safe, she is by all accounts healthy, and she is by all accounts happy,” he said.

Police Lt Scott Waite told reporters that the investigation so far indicates that Alicia ran away from home of her own accord.

“Every indication she’s given to us so far is that she willfully left her home,” he said.

“Now the dynamics surrounding that decision are obviously something we’re looking into.”

Lt Waite added that the investigation is still ongoing but the teenager is not facing any charges over her disappearance and is “not in any kind of trouble”.

Questions remain around where Alicia has been for the past four years and how she got from Arizona to Montana.

Police said that the reunion of Alicia with her mother Jessica Nunez was “emotionally overwhelming” for both of them and that the teenager was “very apologetic to what she has put her mother through”.

“She wanted to talk to her mom, and she wanted to make sure her mother knew she was OK,” said Mr Santiago.

Now, the teen and her mother are hoping to rebuild their relationship, he said.

“We will continue to work with our state, local federal partners and even across state lines to make sure that Alicia has everything that she needs,” said Lt Waite.

“That she’s taken care of, that her family is getting the help that they need, and that most importantly that this investigation is completed thoroughly and done correctly.”

Following news of her daughter’s return, Ms Nunez released a video statement saying that their case shows parents of missing children should never give up home of finding them.

“I do feel I owe this video to the community and to God,” she said in the video, shared on Twitter by 12 News journalist Bianca Buono.

“I first of all want to give glory to God for answering their prayers and for this miracle.

“For everyone who has missing loved ones, I want you to use this case as an example. Miracles do exist and never lose hope and always fight.

“My daughter, Alicia Navarro, was missing since September 15th 2019, she has been found safe.

“I do not know the details. I do confirm she is my daughter. She is alive and she is safe.”

She added: “This is recent news for me, it was an hour before it was posted on social media and the news. I don’t have details but the important thing is she is alive.

“I want to thank the community and God for all that you have done.”

[foggyparadisecandy]

[tw: tough topics ahead … not worth reading .. should not be read if you are not in a good space … honestly shouldn’t be read by anyone .. I’m venting them because this is my space and I’ll use it how I want… the warning and the break are so you don’t have to read it.]

I apologize for my previous post (since deleted). I’m in a slightly better space.

I know why I’ve slipped back into depression.

I’ve been reading up on trauma … so I can better understand my ex … and I can better understand me.

This has opened up a lot of stuff in me that I’ve held on to for … oh … forever. Starting with the most recent stuff …

I love my ex. I believe I do and that’s all that matters. I care about her. I’m worried about her. And she is not safe. And there is nothing that can be done.

That makes me feel so powerless. Big shock: I’m a control freak. I’m a domineering, control freak and to be powerless to help someone I love? Pretty fucking powerful negative emotions crashing into me.

Worse? I’ve realized I love her like a daughter. Which … maybe the dd/lg thing has a bunch of that baked into it plus the sexual aspects which makes it “hot” and kinky … idk.

I’m pretty fucking much a n00b in the bdsm space - at least as an active participant. I need to dig into the dynamics and see if most “daddies” feel like actual fathers to their lg’s.

All I know is that I’ve come to realize that is how I think of her. And I have this overwhelming sense of “keep my baby safe” that is killing me. I realized earlier .. “keeping her safe” was always an illusion.

I can’t keep her safe. Even if I was with her every second of the day, keeping someone else safe from all life throws at them is a … dangerous mindset. So. I can set that down. And if I find I pick it back up, I need to remember this and set it back down.

I also have been ghosted by her. This is tougher for me. It dings my ego and belief that I’m some sort of savior that she needs. No. She clearly doesn’t *need* me. She’s a fully functioning (although saddled with some serious trauma of her own) human being. We were together and shared some beautiful experiences. She doesn’t *need* me. So I can set that down too. She has decided she doesn’t need a savior and that’s her choice, not mine. I respect that even if it bugs me.

And she doesn’t owe me anything. Although, admittedly, I find that last bit hard to swallow because I know she loved me deeply even up to the end. Shit, if we don’t owe our loved ones common courtesies, I just don’t know what the fuck is up with the world. She’s young. She doesn’t have my perspective on loving relationships. Also true: my own perspective is probably (haha definitely) screwy from my own bullshit.

The ghosting hurt also because I didn’t get any proper closure or explanations. In the end, she was sending so many confusing messages at me. But this one, as hard as it is, is just what it is. I know she wasn’t thinking clearly about her own safety and well-being in the end. It’s impossible to think she was ever going to give either of us good closure. So I need to set that down too. The closure is to be found on my own. And I think … appreciating what she brought me and shared with me … which was extremely lovely and enjoyable.

I worry about her future potentially being diminished. But it’s not mine to worry about. She’ll either get it or she won’t. I know this. I keep forgetting. She’ll either survive her mission or she won’t. I can’t keep her safe from that and I can’t bring her home.

Set it down. Set it down. Set it down.

Ahhhhh sometimes talking these things out is useful. I’ve repeated this stuff so many times, it’s getting easier to get there each time. Instead of getting stuck in depression, I need to remember the lessons and set these things down if I find I’ve picked them back up.

These aren’t burdens I can carry anymore or should carry. As tough as it is to admit, I’m not a god. Many days I’m barely a functioning human lol.

Then … setting all that down .. I think I see my real problems … my childhood shit. I’m not sure I can even consider it at the moment without spiraling so I’m calling it a night on this venting.

I wrote that little song the other day which was pretty spot on imo. A friend told me it was kind of fucked up how painful it was to read. Yeah. I get it. I lived it.

lol some of y’all are masochists if you keep reading these things. I’m so so sorry … I just need to work these things out and there is a comfort in imagining another human is reading my stuff and feeling my emotions.

It’s nice to imagine a connection with others when we are hurting. It feels better than dumping this to my private journal.

Thank you fellow humans.

[enki2]

i hate that twitter screenshot that's been going around that's basically telling people never to consider other people's feelings and then conflating that with "taking up space". it's stupid, and because people are liable to take it seriously, it's also kind of dangerous.

living in a society means stepping back and assessing how our actions affect other people. humans are not born domesticated: it takes about 20 years for us to get to the point where we begin to be effective at avoiding hurting the people we love, under ideal circumstances, and few of our circumstances are ideal.

a relationship with another human being involves both people making a good faith effort to suppress and redirect those instincts that, if not suppressed or redirected, would harm the other person. this can never be done perfectly, because human beings are wild beasts, and because our society is not built around fulfilling our needs the way personal relationships *must* be.

most people who cannot redirect their desires to pro-social ends are children, so we call people who choose not to do this childish.

for instance, i have a very human need: i want the people i like to also like me. sometimes this is simply impossible: i fail too often to behave in ways someone finds acceptable, and they can't be around me; to demand that they continue to be my friend would be childish! similarly, if i demand that they show me affection without justifying it, that would be childish. the adult thing to do is, if you want somebody to like you, be likeable, and if they still don't like you, give up and leave them alone.

healthy relationships involve people trying their best to be mutually tolerable, doing things for each other to try to make up for the future when they will inevitably fail to be tolerable, trying to forgive what failures are forgivable, and handling the collapse of this arrangement in such a way as to minimize pain (since all human relationships are doomed, if only by the inevitability of death).

part of the reason the meme annoys me so much is that people should know better. like, OP is using therapy language but apparently never fucking read madness and civilization? go back to high school, re-take intro psych, and come back when you're not gonna try to convince lonely vulnerable people that the key to love and friendship is to become that one friend with no self control who everybody dreads hanging out with

the sane version of this is: yes, anybody who doesn't give you at least as much slack for failing to cater to their needs as you give to them is not being fair, and a relationship with them is not going to last, so maybe cut them off.

but don't become an adult that needs to be babysat just because some tweet told you that all your impulses are perfect

"take up space" is also a horrible framing.

accept the space that is offered to you, and if the space that is offered is too cramped to live in, leave. don't invite yourself into somebody's house and steal their couch.

this only applies to friendships and other kinds of equitable arrangements, of course.

when it comes to, say, work, being careful to avoid imposing on people is not always an ethical consideration: it's one thing to impose upon colleagues, but you don't owe your boss any courtesy; instead, it is a matter of life or death ("being authentic" at work *will* get you fired, pretty much no matter *who* you are or *where* you work, and regardless of ostensible legal protections). we should not allow ourselves to confuse the two situations (which may even overlap and interact, but which have extremely different dynamics).

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[my-life-literally]

You know R, I couldn’t accept those “blooms” from you today. I am not a toy you can pick up when you feel generous, or when you feel like connecting. I am mindful that you claim nice gestures in front of others. But in our exchanges, you remind me of how useless, fake, and what a negative force I am in your life. Always, I apologize. Always. 

Ok. I believe you. I believe that for the last ten years our relationship has seriously deteriorated. If not, then it has always had an undertone of fakeness. I take full responsibility for that. For my actions. And for my actions impacts on you, and our relationship. 

I don’t think that I need to be in your life. I don’t think you need to be in mine. I have worked to put your feelings ahead of mine for the majority of our lives. Every thing I did wrong, you brutalized me for. Every time I fell in love, you scoffed, laughed, and threatened my partners. You blamed me for anything bad that happened to you. I believe that I am not a good force in your life. 

And I don’t want to pretend. 

Our relationship was never what I thought it was. It was coerced under abuse of all kinds. And I am setting it free. 

You told me that you don’t believe me when I say it, but, I truly do want you to be happy. I am happy that you have started afresh with your husband. I don’t want anything to stop you or your happiness, safety, and wellbeing. And I release you. 

I have given most of my life to caring for the emotional, well being of the family we were both born into. A family that I did not create. I have celebrated you and supported your relationships in a way you have not supported mine. You laughed. And I am letting you go. I don’t know if I can say I am letting you go in love, because I don’t know if that can exist between us, after everything I have done. I suppose then, that I am letting go in safety. Be well. 

I am alone, R. I am alone because I have spent years trying to figure out what is wrong with me. Why did I do that to you? What was it like for you to grow up alongside your monster of a sister? How can I make sure we are protected from our mother? And you never wanted that. You never wanted me. I didn’t choose you and you didn’t choose me. I don’t exist for you and you don’t exist for me. 

You offered me blooms today, after you berated me to your new family to the point of no one speaking to me at your wedding. Your husband won’t speak to me or look me in the eye anymore when we’re in the same room, which is rarely. You reemed me out when I suggested therapy. You said my depression was selfish. And the worst of it is, you equated me to our mother. 

I don’t know what the future holds. But right now, I need space from this dynamic. It is not healthy. And it’s burned into my brain like walking. And I wish it could be different. God knows that I wish it could be different. I can’t tell you the countless hours I have talked about this with C, I, A, P and counsellors on what to do, how to conduct myself, how to make myself less harmful to you. But it’s not different, the situation is the situation. I am a person too, R. I barely have time or mental space to think about my own traumas. And I am alone - just to think of all these things. I understand you needed to leave, and that’s ok. But I have feelings too. I am a person too. I am a real sister. I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the texts you sent last October, but I feel like I truly don’t owe you anything. Not in an angry way. Just in a I am letting it go way. There is nothing more I can do. 

I feel like if I accepted them, it’s just fake. You get to feel like you have solved the problems or are taking steps. But I have a feeling there is a show right around the corner you probably want me to participate in. And I am not. For most of my life, I felt like our relationship was one of the only real things in my life. And it wasn’t. And our of respect for that, for what real sisterhood is or can be, I just can’t do these trinkety things. I am not doing it here and I am not doing it anywhere. 

I am no longer your emotional punching bag. Or yo-yo or whatever. I am tired. And I am aware I turned down the flowers of my pregnant sister. But I can’t. I just can’t accept them in good faith. I can’t accept the show of it, especially in front of our male family members. I don’t even think you know you’re doing what you do. But it’s fake. And I am no longer pretending anything. 

[ashleywool]

This is ABSOLUTELY true and it is ABSOLUTELY ableist.

But I do also think people's "amazement" at our interactions could be a teaching moment because it's a testament to the unique relationship the seven of us in particular have with our fans compared to folks in other Broadway shows.

The thing is, autistic (and otherwise disabled) superfans have LONG been the unsung heroes of pretty much every single piece of media that's ever existed. Partly because when we love stuff we love it hard, but also because the nature of our marginalization often gives us more "free time" than our non-disabled peers.

Everyone knows that autistic people are passionate evangelizers of everything they love, and the Internet has blessed us with the ability to find community with other people who love the same things we love if we don't have access to those people in our non-Internet lives (or worse, if we are ostracized in our non-Internet lives for the things we love).

But disabled people with higher support needs (especially those who don't communicate verbally) are the most ostracized and marginalized of any of us. If they're on federal disability in the US, they can't work more than part-time (even at jobs they're fully capable of doing full-time) and even if they work more often, they can't be paid over a certain salary without losing their disability benefits. In How to Dance in Ohio, Mel tells Ashley, "Making sub-minimum wage for years because I'm disabled sucks." It's legal to pay disabled people less than minimum wage for doing the same job as their non-disabled colleagues.

To put that in perspective: if any of the autistic actors in our show were receiving SSDI, we wouldn't be allowed to earn the money we earn at our full-time jobs playing disabled characters. (This is another reason why I consistently push back against nonunion national tours--because without a union in place, that is exactly what would happen--legally--to disabled actors hired to play disabled characters. But that's another soapbox for another day.)

Of course we stop and talk to the fans. We appreciate every single one of them. That should hopefully go without saying.

But we stop and talk to the autistic fans because we are them. What they are to us, I was to Rent in 2002. And to Hanson in 1997.

And we talk to the higher-support-needs disabled fans because we know better than anyone that any of us are one accident or illness or bigoted piece of legislation away from being them. We give them our attention and respect because we know what it's like to be denied those things. We talk to them as equals because they are. Because none of us are free until all of us are free, even if their shackles look different from ours.

Acknowledging that doesn't make us "amazing." It shouldn't amaze people.

But it does amaze people because this is the first Broadway show where embracing and affirming the disability community in all its diversity is THE POINT OF THE WHOLE THING.

It's natural to be amazed and inspired when you encounter things you've never encountered before, and I've never been interested in demonizing people for being new to a conversation.

But take that amazement and do something with it. Ask yourself whose voices are going unheard in your workplace, your family, your friend circles. Ask yourself what biases are holding you back from hearing these voices, or actively seeking their contributions.

Ask yourself what you can do to normalize and desensationalize the things you find amazing.

PS/disclaimer: None of us owe anyone a relationship beyond artist/fan. We care deeply about our fans as human beings, and we care deeply about how our advocacy work affects them. But part of that care also means maintaining an awareness of the power dynamics that come with being any kind of public figure, and setting boundaries with fans accordingly. Equitably assuming positive intent goes hand in hand with equitably avoiding or disengaging from problematic fan behavior.

People really need to stop praising people for showing basic ass respect. The other day, I was having a conversation with an AAC user at the stage door and some audience members kept interrupting to try talking to me, but I told them to hold on, since I was talking to someone already.

After our conversation, some audience members were coming up to me like "wow, you're so amazing for stopping to speak to them" like why wouldn't I? I stop to speak to audience members, that's what I do. I shouldn't be praised for speaking to someone because they communicate in a different way to me.

Start treating other people with respect although they may be different than you. It's basic human decency. I wasn't "going out of my way" to talk to them. It was a regular ass conversation. It wasn't a bother to me. I wasn't in a rush.

Stop praising non-disabled people for interacting with disabled people. Also stop praising disabled people for interacting with disabled people that have higher support needs than them. It's the bare minimum.

Like seriously. It's ableist.