#you’re not a terrible person if you believed this btw just like. stop

[wetchickenbreast]

if you think that white families adopting poc children is problematic or that a person participating in their spouse/lover/friend’s culture is cultural appropriation or that a half white person shouldn’t do anything from their non-white culture unless they reach your arbitrary standard of looking poc enough then congrats on reinventing the concept of segregation using progressive sounding language

[mllersjoel]

good old fashioned lover boy

Pairing: Regency!Wyll Ravengard x gn!reader

Summary: It's dreadfully boring at this ball, especially when Lord Gortash won't stop talking to you. Lord Ravengard steps in, and just maybe, this night can be saved.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: why does no one write for my bb boy. i love him. have some regency au (writing comms r open btw!)

It’s your second year as an eligible member of society, and you are bored out of your mind. Your guardian has dragged you to yet another ball, with dancing and schmoozing that you would rather die than be doing. Thankfully, you’ve managed to avoid just about everyone who wants to sign your dance card with a glare or pretending to choke so hard tears well up in your eyes. You came here because your best friend, Astarion, promised to accompany you this time and fill up your dance card with his name only, but that plan swiftly fell out the window as he laid eyes on a pretty half-elf.

You could see him check out of the conversation, eyes flitting to them then back at yours. 

“Just go, Astarion,” you sigh, shoving him playfully.

His eyes blink back to yours, trying and failing to pretend like he wasn’t ogling another person. “I have no idea what you’re on about, darling.”

“I can handle myself and it’s pathetic watching you try to concentrate on me. Go.”

Astarion smiles broadly, kissing your cheeks. “Have I ever told you you’re the light of my life?”

You snort. “Just when you want something.”

He shrugs, taking your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. “If you need me, just shout.”

He leaves, and you’re barely able to let out a breath before another man (greasy, looking like he needs two decades of sleep) takes his place. Without asking, he signs his name on your dance card. “Enver Gortash, Lord of this estate. Care to dance with me?”

You are pulled to the dance floor before you can even answer and you desperately try to come up with an excuse. “I—I can’t dance right now,” you protest, attempting to extricate yourself from his grasp without seeming rude, “I’m waiting for someone.” He ignores you, laughing. 

“Don’t play coy,” he says, assuming a waltz position. The music begins, and you have no choice but to dance with him. You catch Astarion’s eye and watch him square his shoulders, ready to pull you out of there as you minutely shake your head at him. 

‘Don’t make a scene,’ you mouth.

The entire time you dance with Lord Gortash, he drones on and on about his estate, how he fought for his wealth (although it was an open secret that he participated in less than savory business practices), and how immodestly he thinks women are dressed now. The song feels like its going on forever, then, blissfully, the music stops. There is a slight bustle as everyone switches partners, looking at who’s next on your dance card. Lord Gortash takes your hand, and with a predatory grin realises you have no one else on your dance card. As he takes your pencil, eager to write his name again, a hand grips his wrist and stops him.

You look up and see a beautiful man, dark skinned, hair braided closely to his head and a slight stubble covering his cheeks. He has a deep brown, almost black eye, while the other seemed pale and translucent. His smile is charming and bright, without a hint of sleaziness the other man seemed to carry in bucket loads. “I’m terribly sorry to cut in,” he says, the dulcet tones of his voice sending a slight shiver down your spine, “but I believe it’s my turn to have the pleasure of their company.”

Lord Gortash scoffs, brandishing your dance card towards the handsome man. “Your name isn’t on there. Mine is. Get lost, Ravengard.”

The man—Ravengard—nods, taking a step back. He seems as if he’s about to leave, and your heart sinks at the prospect of another dance with this man when he leans back in, pointing near the back. “Oh, before I go, I fear I spy Lady Karlach on her way. She mentioned something about—what was it now?—getting even?”

You see Gortash’s face turn white as he whips his head around, trying to spot someone. Without sparing you a second glance, he practically runs out of the ballroom, tripping on his own feet as he’s nearly sent sprawling. You hide your laugh behind your hand, catching the eye of Ravengard. ���Thank you,” you say, adjusting your clothes, “he just wouldn’t stop talking.”

“You seemed like you were in need of saving,” he says, taking your hand and planting a feather-light kiss on the back of it. “Lord Wyll Ravengard, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You give your name back which he tests immediately, smiling at the way it sounds. He gestures to your dance card, his hand still holding yours. “May I?”

You nod, delighted that this night seemed to be turning around. He writes his name in neat, precise cursive, finishing just as the band begins to play the notes of the next song. His hand is warm as it envelops yours, large, course fingers wrapping around your glove, leading you to the middle of the dance floor.

A slow dance begins to play, and suddenly you are swept up in his movements. He dances easily, leading you as if it was second nature. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” you say, matching his movements easily.

He smiles bashfully, looking down for a second. “Ah, I’ve been away.”

“And how do you like being back?”

He twirls you, catching you easily when you return back into his arms. “I like it a lot better now.”

As you waltz with him, you catch Astarion’s eye once more. He mouths, ‘Good?’

You nod and smile, glad when he gives you a thumbs up of approval. ‘He’s sexy,’ Astarion tells you, and you accidentally snort, looking away when Lord Ravengard raises an amused brow at you. “Too clichéd?”

“No, not at all!” You scramble, trying to school your face into a neutral expression. Every time you looked at his face, however, you started giggling again. Lord Ravengard laughed along with you, still not missing a step and barely even wincing when you inevitably stepped on his toes. “My friend is being stupid, that’s all.”

“Well,” Lord Ravengard starts, stepping closer than what was deemed proper, “if it’s not my horribly cheesy sayings, may I say that you look more stunning than the goddess Aphrodite herself?”

You gasp in jest, smiling. “Careful, my lord, your hubris may see you cursed.”

The song ends, yet he remains still, holding you. “A small price to pay to adequately compliment your beauty.”

Your heart stutters as he steps back, bowing as you hesitantly remember to do the same. “May I see you again?” You ask, hoping your forward nature doesn’t put him off like so many other men.

He smiles broadly, genuine. “I would love that.” 

[lunannan]

umm so like since ur reqs are open ermm here i go ig:

sleeping beauty!reader (reader is asleep and cursed like sleeping beauty) and lilia is their/her prince charming and he wakes her up and they live happily ever after 😊😊😊😊😊 (i will drop the airstrike so get typing)

Ofc pook

For: @yejiswifex

Warnings: Terribly bad writing (very cringe), very rushed (150 airstrikes and bombs /j), short, very possible bad english, no dialogue kinda (very little), the reader is actually my friend (friend x lilia basically), plot made uo in 3 seconds, kissing and i also dont knoe how to write kisses, lilia is like ooc too and this was rushed rushed rushed rushed

They/them pronouns for reader btw :3

Sleeping Beauty

“When they turn 16, they shall prick their finger on a spindle. And fall into a death-like sleep they will never awake from”

The curse bestowed upon them, when they were just a newborn in a cradle.

“And a true love’s kiss may break the curse.”

The cure to this enchantment sounded quite impossible, but even so, the population present when the curse was cast attempted the most they could to stop their eventual demise.

Three fae decided to take the child in, ran away to a cottage far in the woods and vowed to never use magic again until their child had turned 16, disguising themselves as simple peasants.

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Over the years, said child had matured, they lived in a small cottage in the woods with their three step-mothers, their life was quite plain, but pleasant.

They weren’t allowed to go further away from the cottage unless accompanied by one of their stepmothers.

However, as kind as this soul may look, they still have a rebellious side to them.

On a pitch black night, they made sure their caretakers were fast asleep. Before sneaking out of their window to the woods.

It was a bad idea, considering the dangers outside, but everyone gets curious once in a while, and they had to find a way to calm their insisting curiosity.

Slowly drifting away from their familiar home, they made sure to follow a certain path they had memorized to avoid getting lost, gazing at the trees around them and the moonlit sky above them.

After a long time of walking, they reached a certain river, they crouched down, focusing on the details they noted from their surroundings, until a voice broke them out of their trance.

—”Well, you’re certainly wandering around here at a late hour. May i ask what you are doing here?”

They whipped their head to the mysterious voice

I thought the woods would be lonely at this time, though? —They thought to themselves

Upon seeing the human’s face of confusion, the stranger chuckled to himself, clearly finding it amusing

This made the human eye the new person curiously

—”If it’s already late, what are you doing here, then?” —They asked back

—”I asked you first, I believe it's only fair you answer me first” —His crimson eyes analyzed the young person by the river, expecting their answer.

They stared at him hesitating, i mean, would you trust a stranger who sneaked up on you? Personally, it doesn’t sound like the best idea.

—”I… just wanted to see the forest.” —They replied, barely audible, but the fae catched onto the words spoken by the human, it amused him, it seemed the human was barely able to observe the forest, they seemed so concentrated on it it was a cute sight.

He stretched his arm to them, silently asking the human for a walk nearby.

—”I could show you all the places you desire to see in this forest, take my hand, and I'll guide you.” He smiled at them, waiting for the answer.

Of course, it’s not safe to trust a stranger, but maybe it was worth a shot.

The human accepted his proposal, and they saw the most breath-taking places they could’ve seen, they wished they were able to visit the forest more often, unfortunately, their caretakers wouldn’t like it, and they’d probably get a scolding and wouldn’t be able to see the fae, or the forest.

—”Call me Lilia” The fae had said to them, to which the human replied their name to him.

He giggled

—”It’s a beautiful name, just like you”

After it had darkened, the human had to sneak back into their home, which they managed to do without waking anyone up with the help of Lilia.

They snuggled into their blanket, thinking about the previous events

They would probably start breaking some rules from now on.

Every night possible, the human would make sure for their caretakers to be asleep, the cottage to be silent, and they just had to follow some simple steps.

-Pick their basket they use to collect berries (in case their caretakers find them sneaking into the house, they can pull up the excuse they were gathering berries, it would suck, but the scolding wouldn’t be as severe.)

-Make sure to open the window carefully, without making any type of noise, then step out the window and close it

-Follow the trail they use to pick berries.

-Once encountering the river, they should follow it and soon enough find a beautiful field of flowers, along with the fae the human hoped to see.

This progress repeated every night, with the same success every time, and the human believed they were extremely lucky.

Unfortunately, one day, everything would change.

They got sent to pick berries, to which they obediently did, but their caretakers were acting somewhat more suspicious than always.

However, the bright side: the human got to see their beloved fae. And right on their birthday, too!

On the small cottage, the three “caretakers”, or fae, were arguing,

One was making the birthday cake, or, attempting.

Two were designing the dress, and arguing over the colour of it.

—”It shall be pink!” It was announced.

—”No—it shall be blue!” The fae argued.

—”No–Pink!” They kept arguing.

The constant magic was lightning the house of colors, to which a crow had noticed, flying away to report to their owner.

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The human was sleeping, the curse had been true.

The castle was full of thorns, and it seemed everyone was affected, put to sleep, too.

The fae wondered where his human might have gone to, it was already night, and he was expecting to see them soon.

He searched for them, but they were nowhere to be found.

The only place left was the castle.

It was dark, hard to see, but he still had hope, he was worried about them.

He reached a dark bedroom, and there was the human he had been looking for; sleeping peacefully with a rose carefully tucked between their hands, they were wearing a blue dress and an accessory on their hair.

He had heard a tale a long time ago, about a curse, similar to this situation, a true love’s kiss would break the curse. 

He studied their face, then leaned in to kiss them.

And their eyes flickered open.

A/N: and they lived a happy life forever end *closes book* i hate this

[analogwriting]

Childhood Crush

Chapter 14: Magnesium

Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.3k a/n: ayeo fuck kese amirite???? this isn't the chapter i was crying over btw also i definitely have this queued to post at like 2am bc i feel like that's my brand so i'm deffo passed out rn cause i open LMFAO next

Dead? He told everyone you were dead? Now you were even more confused than before. Why the hell would he say something like that? It only drove the question more - why the hell did he want you out of the picture? Is that why Eustass seemed to go off the deep end? Cause his level of recklessness did just suddenly spike out of nowhere. Was that when he received the false news? 

Your head was spinning but you had to focus on the task at hand. While you were running, you felt something land on your shoulder and you stopped. It was a bird - not any bird, but Myra’s bird. One she sent when she had urgent news. You couldn’t help but be nervous.

You untied the letter attached to its foot, opening it carefully and reading it. As the words sunk in, you started laughing. Was she fucking joking? “C’mon, My. You could’ve told me that from the beginning.” 

Dear y/n,

I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you this in person - I just didn’t know how. So, I set up a fake mission to get you to find your brother. You always seemed hesitant to leave our island - to leave Lily and I, so I figured this was the only way to get you to reunite with him. I knew you would keep putting it off, claiming that you needed to get stronger. I hope you forgive me for lying to you.

There is no flower that we need for a breakthrough - there’s nothing in Wano that we need. I just knew your brother was there and knew you were missing him. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

My sincerest apologies,

Myra.

At the very bottom was Lily’s name written as well. You were sure she just wanted to feel included. You smiled fondly at the letter. “Oh, My. I could never be mad at you.” You pulled a pen pad and pen out of your pocket, writing a quick response before sending the bird off again. Impressive it was able to find you in all this chaos, honestly.

You made sure to let her know you weren’t mad and thanked her for everything. The whole thing was just hysterical. Myra was terrible at talking about feelings of any kind. A lot of people claimed she couldn’t feel normal emotions like a normal human, but she just couldn’t express them. She was rigid and came off cold, but you knew better. She had her own way of caring.

Obviously. She arranged a whole fake mission just to reunite you with your brother. You tucked away the letter, knowing you’d probably end up just keeping it. A keepsake along with the knife. Huh, maybe you were getting sentimental. Eh, whatever.

Well, now what? You spend a considerable amount of time looking for this damn flower that didn’t exist. And your brother is probably long gone from the place that he was at. 

You suddenly felt something jump on to you from up above, yelping as you tumbled to the ground with whatever it was. After a moment of rolling around and a few scrapes with something sharp, you pinned it to the ground.

“Dive!?” Your eyes widened as you saw the small woman struggling against your grip. “Get fucking off of me!” She cried. Confusion took over your features. “Dive! It’s me!” 

“No, it can’t be! You’re dead!” She eventually stopped struggling. That’s when you noticed her lip quivering and the tears in her eyes. “Who are you and why do you have their face?” 

You stared at her for a long moment, processing. Right. Kese told all of them that you were dead. You let out a small sigh, sitting back and letting her go. “It’s me, Dive. I don’t know why Kese told everyone I died.” She sniffled, glaring at you.

“I don’t believe you.” She slowly sat up, wincing. You noticed a cut on her arm. “Here, let me tend to it.” You reached out and she pulled away suddenly, seemingly to distrust you. You frowned. 

“Dive. I promise you. It’s me.” You tried to think of something to help your case, then you remembered. You lifted up your pant leg, showing her a clear bite mark scar. “When we met, I startled you so bad that you bit the shit out of me. I couldn’t walk right for a week.”

Dive’s eyes widened and tears started falling. “It really is you!” She threw herself into your arms as she sobbed, burying her face in your chest. You held her there, comforting her. Fuck, why did Kese do this? What the hell was his angle? 

After Dive calmed down enough, she pulled away. “So, are you coming back with us?” A soft smile spreads across your face and you nod. “Of course.” She grinned widely. “Good. Everyone is going to be so fucking happy you’re alive.”

You stood up with Dive, looking around. “I heard the captain is fighting Big Mom with that other pirate captain - we should go find them!” She pulled you down the hallway and you followed behind her. 

“Dive?” The both of you stop as you see Heat and Wire coming out of one of the many hallways that seemed to be in this maze of a place. They both tensed when they saw you. “Dive…get away from them.” You groaned, rolling your eyes. This was getting old fast. Sure, you understood why everyone was cautious but you were getting annoyed and honestly you couldn’t wait to kick some ass. Well, specifically Kese’s ass.

“No! It’s really them! The-”

“For all we know, they could be some kind of devil fruit user.”

You looked at Wire as he spoke, thinking for a moment. “Remember when we were kids? There was the snapping turtle incident? You know? The one where it bi-”

They were both over in moments, covering your mouth with their hands. “Okay! Okay!” You couldn’t help but start cackling behind their hands. They let you go, staring at you for a moment. They took you in and you sighed. “You’re making me uncomfortable,” you grumbled.

You suddenly felt them both wrap their arms around you and you yelped, almost taking a tumble to the ground, but catching yourself at the last moment. You patted their backs, keeping your own tears back. Mostly because you just missed the shit out of everyone. Besides, you knew these two for such a long time and now seeing them after being gone…

“Alright, alright,” you said, sniffling and pulling away from them. Now wasn’t the time to be sentimental - there was a wholeass war going on.

“We don’t understand…” Heat said, shaking his head. “Why would Kese tell everyone you’re dead?” Wire was just as confused. You shook your own head. “That’s what I’m going to try to figure out.” You sighed, putting your hands on your hips. You supposed you understood getting you off the ship…actually…no you fucking didn’t. Why has he been out to get you since the fucking get go?

“When the captain received that letter…” Wire frowned. You blinked. “Letter? What letter?” He looked at you. “Kese gave it to him. Apparently there was a letter sent by the lab you were at, saying that you had died on a mission. It included some newspaper clipping as well. There was a picture of you and everything.” 

Your eyes widened. A picture? How the fuck did he pull that off? Why was he going through such lengths to do such a thing? Nothing was making any fucking sense. 

“The captain went on a rampage after that,” Dive chimed in with a frown. “That’s when he ended up fighting Shanks. Shanks had tried to stop his rampage and the captain lashed out at him and…well…” She shrugged, assuming you knew the rest. You frowned, indicating that you did, in fact, know the outcome.

“Killer also seemed to change quite a bit. He wasn’t the level headed vice captain we all grew up with. Seemed to not have much care for what happened to him. It grew reckless… He kinda stopped cooking too. It was…” Heat shook his head. “Bad.”

You stood there, shocked. Bewildered. Dumbfounded. So, your guess was right. When your brother started to grow more reckless, that’s when he received the fake news. Also, you weren’t expecting to hear all this about Killer. Stopped cooking? You just couldn’t imagine it. But…you just couldn’t fucking figure out why. It was so weird, so confusing. What would Kese gain from all this?

“It’s so fucking good to see you,” Heat said with a large smile, hugging you again. You patted his back and smiled. “It’s good to see you guys too. I just wish you all didn’t think I died. That’s definitely making everything much harder.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you pulled away from Heat.

“Well, let’s head to wherever Tungsten is now. I saw him earlier, but at this point I’m not sure if he’s fully convinced what he saw was real - same with Killer.” Their expressions were bored into your skull. Well, Eustass’. But you knew that Killer must’ve felt the same way. You could just feel it.

Wire nods. “Follow me.” And you do. You slowly find more and more crew members on the way, all of them absolutely overjoyed to see you. Gig nearly crushed you when he picked you up, sobbing as he hugged you. You almost died for real. That would’ve been incredibly awkward - surviving death allegations only to die by affection.

The only people you were missing at this point were Killer, Bubblegum, and Pomp. And the man of the hour - Kese. Though, someone mentioned he was watching the ship. Everyone seemed to be in agreement that they weren’t going to say anything to him and just let you and Eustass deal with his ass.

Eventually, you made it to the room where Eustass was fighting Big Mom. You arrived just in time to see him summon a behemoth of some kind of a machine. Your eyes widened as you watched the scene unfold before you. You’d never really watched your brother fight before, but you knew it wasn’t to this calibur. 

“Holy fucking shit,” you mumbled. “Impressive, right?” You looked over to Heat and nodded. “Yeah. When the fuck did that happen?” He shrugged. “This is definitely a newer one, but this was the only good thing that came out of…everything that happened. Awakened his devil fruit n’ all.” Your own face darkened. You still couldn’t believe that Kese just…lied to everyone. About something of that caliber too.

You needed to see this letter. To see this…picture.

While Eustass was fighting, you started patching everyone up. The lot of you stayed out of the way and you figured there was a better way to pass the time besides just sitting and watching. The fight seemed to be almost over anyway. With the amount of yelling and big attacks happening, you knew the fight was drawing to a close. 

“Aren’t you worried, y/n? You seem rather calm about the fight right now,” Wire said. You looked at him, shaking your head. “Says the man who never shows any kind expression.” You snorted before answering his question. “I’m not worried in the slightest though. I have faith in my brother. They’ll win.” 

It wasn’t long after that that he had done just that. They won. You head over to your brother with the rest of the crew, cries and shouts to be heard. You stop next to him, kneeling down and smiling. “Good job, Tungsten.” You started to patch him up quickly. He just stared at you. “You…really are back, Bigs? It wasn’t a sick delusion earlier?” You shook your head. He let out a breathless chuckle as he seemed to process it, staring up at the ceiling.

“They’re really back, captain!” Dive chimed in. You saw as tears welled in Eustass’ eyes and he covered his face with his arm. “I can’t fucking believe it,” he mumbled in a hoarse voice. You didn’t say much, just working on patching him up. You knew he was more than likely crying, but he wasn’t about to display that kind of emotion. You let him be.

Suddenly, you heard a command come from a large dragon that came crashing from above. Was that Kaido? He was a fucking dragon? An order came to attack your brother and the other captain from the other crew. You stood up, pulling out your own blades as people began to run towards the lot of you.

“Like fucking hell I’ll let them hurt you.” 

Though, not much was able to happen before a large hand came down, grabbing Kaido and yoinking him right back out of the ceiling. You blinked, looking back at your brother who was sitting up. He looked just as confused as you, shaking his head and shrugging. “Luffy - I’m assuming.” You blinked. The Strawhat guy? Man, you really were missing a lot of important pieces of information right now, but you weren’t about to dwell on it.

It seemed everyone was distracted after that. A few people tried to come after Eustass, but you took them down with ease. You saw him stand up at the corner of your eye. “You better sit the fuck back down, Tungsten!” You turned around and glared at him and he returned the sentiment. “I’m fucking fine - chill out!”

“You just took a fuckin’ beating. You don’t need to be standing!” You marched back over to him, letting the others worry about what stragglers tried to attack. 

“But I won!”

“Well, that’s not what I fucking said is it?”

“What the fuck are you getting on about?”

“I’m here to patch you up, no matter the damage. Now just accept my generosity before I let you bleed out!”

“Why are you fucking yelling at me?!”

“I’m not yelling!”

Just like that - the two of you are back to your old ways of arguing. To anyone else but the crew, it probably looked like yet another fight was about to break out, but to your crew members, they couldn’t have been happier to see the sight before their eyes. They all had smiles on their faces and some of them were even laughing about it. “Finds out y/n is alive and the first thing they do is argue. They’re really related,” you heard Wire muse.

“Why the hell are you mad at me!” You shouted, drowning out background noise.

“I’m not mad - I’m just shocked!”

“Well-”

“Well what? What could you possibly have to say now? More yelling? You’ve done enough of that!”

“I’ve got two years’ worth of scoldings to catch up on!”

“What the fuck does that mean!”

“It means-”

“Alright.” A third party interjects as you suddenly feel yourself being lifted off the ground. “Killer!” you shouted, immediately beginning to squirm. Eustass just laughed at you. “Ha! Serves you right for yelling for no reason!”

“Just ‘cause ass is in your name don’t mean you gotta act like one!” you shout from over Killer’s shoulder as he carries you away from your brother.

“Oh my fucking god - there are two of them,” you hear a voice say. Your eyes land on Trafalgar Law who looks absolutely horrified at the scene before him. You flip him off. “Mind ya business, asshole.” 

“Real threatening coming from the person being lugged around like a sack of potatoes.”

“Why you fuckin- Killer let me at him!” You start struggling only to feel his grip on you tighten and you immediately give up.

“Absolutely not.” 

He does, however, finally put you down once there’s distance in between you and your brother. You dust yourself off and straighten yourself out with a sigh before folding your arms. You looked at Killer with a small glare. “I was just trying to help,” you grumbled. 

Then you heard it. You fucking heard what haunted you from your encounter in the snow. You tensed as the laugh rang through the air and your head snapped up, looking around for that deranged swordsman.

It fucking hit you like a fucking freight train.

Your eyes widened as you slowly looked at Killer, whose shoulders were shaking along with the haunting laughter. “Killi?” Your voice was soft as you slowly walked towards him. He stepped back and you paused for a moment. You looked over to your brother whose attention had also been grabbed by the sound of Killer’s new haunting laughter. It seemed to reverberate in a way that stuck with you.

It was hollow and emotionless. Not like the genuine laughter that it used to be. This was not the laugh you had fallen in love with. It was a twisted ghost of something you once enjoyed.

“Killer, what happened?” Before really thinking, you outstretched your arm towards his helmet but he quickly grabbed your arm - which happened to be the bandaged one and you hissed softly, pulling your arm away. He paused in his own movements as well.

His own hand reached out and took your arm gently, looking at your bandages. “Did I do this?” You looked at him, confused. Wait…was that shot in the dark theory you had true? You assumed he was just affected by whatever that swordsman was infected with. Was Killer and that swordsman the same person?

“No? It was some crazy swordsman in-”

“I did this…” You could hear the realization in his voice as it also hit you, but you’re still in denial. There was no way they were the same person. The dead look in his eyes. The look of bloodlust and just…

“Killer, no-”

“I did.” He ripped off his helmet and you gasped - mostly just out of shock from his sudden movements. You looked up at him with wide eyes. The bandages were gone, yes. But that smile, that haunting, empty smile stretched across his face. It looked absolutely painful. You reached your hands up towards his face and he pulled back, that damn cackle ringing out from him.

You caught his face in your hands anyway, brushing his hair out of his face to get a whole view of him. “What did they do to you?” Your voice was soft as you looked up at him. You watched as he cackled, the smile and the noise not matching the pure sadness his eyes were portraying. You saw the tears forming in his eyes. He was clearly in pain. Surely it wasn’t comfortable to have your face stretched and contorted in such a way permanently.

There had to be something someone could do about this.

Before you could say much more, Killer pulls away, putting his helmet back on his head. Eustass joins the two of you and you look at him. “What the fuck happened?” Your brother blinks as the blame of your conversation was pointed at him. He just holds up his hands in a surrender-like way.

“It wasn’t his fault, y/n…” You look back at Killer. “I’ll…explain later.” You stare at him for a moment before looking at your brother who also has a dark expression on his face. You nod, looking back at Killer. “Fine. I’ll let it be - for now.” “We have something to take care of anyway.” The two of them nod, knowing exactly what, or who you are referring to.

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Cersei Having A Hopeless Romantic Secret Lover S/O Headcanons

A/N: I have watched all of GoT and it’s so clear that Cersei does not get the love she deserves (like actual unconditional love). Btw most of this is me projecting and just general headcanons really. Readers gender is not mentioned but reader is hinted at being Cersei’s handmaiden (if you squint). Also mentions of sex but not in detail.

Loving her for all that she is, you’re no idiot. You know Cersei is a terrible person yet you know that there is more to her than that.

You get Cersei a bouquet of flowers at least once a week (cause I don’t believe Cersei has been given a bouquet of flowers in her entire life). Most of the time it’s red roses but occasionally it’s lavenders or tulips. If Cersei has had a rougher week than usual you’ll get her a bouquet of all three. She won’t say it but it warms her heart even more so when you tell her the meaning behind the flowers you so carefully chose for her.

Cersei at first expecting you to take advantage of her but slowly realising that you would never betray her or hurt her in any way

When someone tries to dismiss you from the room Cersei orders you to stay and promptly tells the person not to order her servant (handmaiden) around (if it was anyone else she wouldn’t care but your presence for her is a secret comfort). The only exception to this is when Joffrey is king and dismisses you from his mother’s presence

Speaking of being away from Cersei, you’re sad when you have to leave her side to do your other duties and when you’re doing them you’re thinking about her the whole time.

Planning cute little tea/picnic dates. These tend to happen in the daytime not only to get Cersei away from the daily stresses she faces but also to allow you both to have quality time together away from prying eyes.

Always writing love letters or little notes to her and leaving them on a table or under her pillow after you clean her room. At first she didn’t keep them but now she keeps them in a box that she hides.

Candlelight dinners. These either take place in your chambers or Cersei’s private chambers (you’re friendly with quite a few knights and servants in the castle so you get a pass to sneak into her private chambers to surprise her). When she comes back into her room the room is lit with only candles, you’re sitting at the table, all dressed up, food prepared and most importantly you’ve already poured her a glass of wine. She of course takes the glass of wine first before giving you a kiss on the corner of your mouth with a smile on her lips, very pleased with how the rest of her evening is going to be.

You tend to kiss the back of her hand sometimes when you see her during the day after that you always compliment her even if you were the one to help her do her hair and pick out the dress she’s wearing that day. The best thing about it for Cersei is that you don’t care where or when you do it, you could do it during dinner, a dance or when it’s just the two of you, you’re not afraid to show your love for her even though it’s only subtly. It’s one of things she loves the most about you.

When you’re at dinner and sat next to her (which is always cause Cersei wants you near her for some comfort, fuck what everyone thinks) you hold her hand gently under the table. The only time you let go is when you or she has to actually eat (this excludes when it’s only you two having dinner together, when it’s just the two of you she’s relaxed mostly cause you’re alone and you don’t have to shy away from being affectionate towards her)

Laying together in Cersei’s bed with the doors closed, sometimes you just have peace being in each other’s arms in the silence of her room. This came about when you went to her chambers one night (like every other night to sex with her) but you could see that she was not in the mood that night and stopped her as she tried to take your clothes off, she questioned you about why you stopped and you replied that you only wanted to sleep with her if that is what she wanted which in that moment was not, that was the first surprise for her.

Nobody in a long time has put the way she feels first, people expect things from her without actually considering her or her feelings. The second surprise came when she went and sat on her bed fully expecting you to leave now that there was no promise of sex but instead you sat next to her and held her hand, telling her that if she wants you to stay you’d be more than happy just to lie next to her in bed or cuddle her.

It’s the first time you see disbelief in her eyes as she looks at you unsure if you actually mean it or are just saying that to try and seduce her later on, would you really stay with no promise of sex? She does want you to stay that she admits to herself. She takes a chance, one she hopes she won’t regret and tells you to lay with her. You can’t help but smile as you both get in bed and lay next to each other, you wish her a goodnight and go to sleep.

In the morning when Cersei woke you were nearly in the same position as you were last night, in your sleep you seemed to have moved closer to Cersei, snuggling into her. She already knew that you had kept your word and at that moment she knew she had to keep you.

Knowing the truth about her relationship with Jaime and coming to terms with it because of how much you love her (you don’t agree with it at all but the thought of losing Cersei hurts your heart)

Telling her you love her at random moments albeit in whispers when you’re not alone together

When there is a big event happening like a wedding you two barely get to be alone together this means hardly or no kissing throughout the day at all. So when Cersei excuses herself and orders you to follow her to a quiet and secluded spot where there’s only the two of you. You beg in a hushed tone for a kiss, you’ve been starved of her touch all day and are just desperate to just kiss her at this point, Cersei finds it cutely amusing that you’re begging just for a kiss.

Gently kissing her body and in between kisses telling her what you love about her when you’re making love to her. Honestly it’s the only time you can absolutely worship her and you treasure it.

Cuddling after sex and talking about getting married, you both know it’s not realistic but Cersei is allowed to indulge in one fantasy one where she knows she would be happy

Always reassuring her that you only want her as you know she’s possessive and gets jealous easily (she was not happy when Margaery first invited you to tea and you accepted but you reasoned with Cersei that you only did it not to appear rude and that you would rather be taking tea with her and will be thinking about her the whole time, that did calm her down)

Calling her your lioness and your queen

Giving her good morning and night kisses when you can (if you can’t you either give her two in the morning or two at night depending on when you couldn’t)

You’ve seen her when she is genuinely smiling and happy and because of that you’re the only one to call Cersei cute (and to her face too. Seriously you’re the only person to call Cersei Lannister cute, you’re the only one allowed to really)

Hugging Cersei from behind and gently kissing her shoulders when you’re alone. It’s a soft gentle act of affection that makes her smile and one nobody but you has done before. She has gladly admitted to you that she likes it when you do it and wears dresses that show her shoulders just for that purpose.

Being the one Cersei goes to for comfort or a shoulder to cry on, you know she does not show vulnerability easily but shows it to you because she trusts you completely. One of those times was when Tywin told her that he was marrying her off to Loras, she came to you soon after the meeting to tell you what happened, you listened and cuddled her.

Calling her your queen even after Margaery marries Tommen because she will always be your queen and honestly it feels wrong and doesn’t sound right to call her lady Cersei to you. Cersei appreciates it and a small smile graces her lips when you do so.

Sometimes when you’re asleep in her arms or next to her she looks at you and wonders not only why you fell in love with her in the first place but how did she get so lucky to have you come into her life and keep you after all the terrible shit she’s done. She’s never been one to love (except for her children) but you actually make her feel loved, in the way she always wanted and heard about when she was a naive child, honestly it kinda scares her because she feels love for you and if anyone knew they could use you against her and hurt you, that is what scares her, someone taking you away from her. Your love for her is pure and she doesn’t quite think she deserves it sometimes.

You and Cersei both knowing that you love her more than Jaime does but never saying it out loud.

[stephobrien]

I’m coming from my vent account because I don’t want to get found out as a Jew on my main. Please, please stop posting in the antisemitism tag. You’re clogging it up and taking away a safe space for Jews by trying to delegitimise Jew hatred. Now, I don’t know if you’re good faith or not, but I’m leaning on no. You keep on going onto posts about Jew hatred from Jews, saying what boils down to ‘wow! I’ve learned so much from this!’ and then you go back to posting inflammatory things again. I mean, you posted something from Caitlin Johnstone, I can’t believe that you give a single shit about Jews (or Ukrainians) after that

As for your most recent post on how poor you just can’t believe lying Jews when we talk about discrimination because you’re scared we’re deceiving you, you put in a comment ‘If I'd seen said Arab nations' governments massacring thousands of civilians, while painting every single criticism of said massacre as Islamophobic, yes, I would have’. This is… I don’t even know how to tackle this, do you genuinely not know all of the horrific shit so many of the Arab states have done? Qatar is known as one of the biggest countries of modern slavery. The Houthis in Yemen sex traffic Ethiopian women, and also reintroduced slavery into Yemen. Just look at the atrocities so many of these countries have committed against Shia Muslims! Is your brain mush, how can you say this when there is so, so much evidence of the horrors that these nations have committed?! And if you think these states graciously accept criticism of those horrors… you’re being ignorant on purpose. And it’s still not okay to say that you don’t believe an Arab when they talk about anti Arab racism that they’ve experienced, I think we can at least agree on that. So why’s it not the same for Jews?

For a more personal example to Jews, look up the Mizrachi expulsion. The Arab states violently expelled almost a million Jews from their countries ‘because Israel’, which they only care about because it ruined their dream of pan Arabism, not because of any solidarity with the Arabs in the mandate btw. My family was lucky, we came from Iran, which is not Arab, so the violence was coming from the people rather than the state itself. But I’ve had to heard accounts from people talking about how they watched their family get shot in the head while their homes were repossessed for no reason other than the fact they were Jews. Is that bad enough for you? Does it even make a dent in your image of the Arab states? Or is it okay because it happened to Jews?

I know I sound very angry in this, and that’s because I am very angry. And that anger is completely justified! My life, and the lives of almost every Jew on this disgusting website, have been beyond horrible for five months. The number of times I’ve had to read about a new Jew hating shooting or stabbing in the world is too many too count. And then, non Jews like you decide to play the ‘oops, I just caaaan’t believe those Jews about Jew hatred because they could be zionists!’ (Which are around eighty percent of the Jewish population, but I don’t think you’re ready for that conversation yet, it’s reserved for people who actually want to learn). All of us are so unimaginably angry. All of us are at our fucking breaking point, or we’ve completely snapped already! The people you have interacted with have been some of the kindest, most levelheaded people here, but you’d better not get used to it, because we’re all tired of this bullshit

Thank you for taking the time to call me out. Between you and the several other people who contacted me about this, I’ve come to realize that that post was a terrible mistake.

It was meant to be a vent post about people who deliberately blur the lines around what’s actually antisemitism, and about my lack of certainty about my own ability to independently assess the less obvious instances of that (which is clearly still very lacking, as the response to that post made clear to me).

But it apparently caught a lot of innocent Jews in the crossfire, making them feel unsafe, unheard, and delegitimized. That wasn’t the intention, but it was clearly the effect. I screwed up badly, and I’m sorry.

I admittedly don’t know all the details about the horrific shit Arab nations have done. I was aware of Iraq’s government mass murdering protesters, and Saudi Arabia’s horrifically sexist laws, but some of the info you shared in this post is stuff I hadn’t previously heard of.

As for why I mentioned false accusations of antisemitism specifically, it’s because that’s the one I’ve seen several times a day lately, sometimes in the form of stuff like telling people who protest child murder that “You just don’t like it when Jews defend themselves.”

That said, you and the other people who responded have made it clear to me that that focus was based on an overly narrow view on my part. I’ve been more active in pro-Palestine circles than in circles that focus on the other situations you mentioned, so naturally that resulted in me seeing more antisemitism accusations than accusations focused on groups that aren’t directly involved in that conflict. So that resulted in a less than balanced viewpoint.

While my vent post was meant to be about one specific phenomenon I’d personally seen a lot of, the fact that I didn’t mention similar behavior on the part of groups I hadn’t personally seen as much of that behavior from did result in it being unjustly targeted, in a way I didn’t intend but should’ve assessed better.

What happened to you and other Jews at the hands of Arab nations (and pretty much every nation) was absolutely not okay. The effect my post had on you and other Jews who saw it was not okay. The treatment you’ve endured on Tumblr is not okay. And I’m sorry for the pain I caused you.

You have every right to be angry at me. I won’t ask you to forgive me or trust me, because I know I earned your anger with that poorly thought out post. I shouldn’t have made my own insecurities and frustrations other people’s problem like that. I screwed up badly, and I’m sorry.

[maygranted]

I saw your post about Buck being OCD-coded! Can you please say more?? I’ve always read him as being ADHD-coded and I’d love to hear more!

omg ofc i’d love to! i do apologise for how long this post is going to be 😭

so to start off, this all began bc my friend (who has adhd) really related to buck and i (who has ocd) also really related to him so we were like hmm wait a second… adhd AND ocd???

anyway i think one part of him that’s just v ocd coded to me (but also definitely is in combination with rsd from his adhd) is how he tends to catastrophise situations. like he has such severe abandonment issues to the point where he actively obsesses over it, here’s an example !!!

BUCK: Starts out small. Uh, she's-she's canceling plans. She's got to work. She needs to wash her hair or do her laundry, and before you know it, poof. Dropping them off at the airport and never seeing them again.

HEN: Okay, Buck, you're being a little too Buck about this.

like it’s just a very irrational line of thought and u can see how hen says oh you’re being a little too buck abt this bc it’s common for him to exaggerate situations he obsesses over in his mind. and then in turn to alleviate this anxiety somehow he begins to cling bc all his irrational thoughts are telling him that people will leave

and then ofc there’s the situation where after chimney’s left he feels so heavily responsible for it (responsibility ocd ) to the point where he says he’ll leave the 118. like that’s such an irrational line of thought that his mind has catastrophised from obsessing over it.

and then also the tsunami episodes <3 like ofc he feels responsible for chris it’s a normal response but the way he actively obsesses over losing chris and that that makes him a terrible person and he has such severe guilt over it is just v moral ocd and responsibility ocd to me? so he searches for chris to the point where he’s severely dehydrated and bleeding and he still doesn’t stop that’s just a v obsessive thing to me does that make sense??

here’s an explanation of hyper-responsibility related to ocd, which btw sounds very buck coded to me:

But what happens when someone overestimates their responsibility? What happens when someone feels that they can control things that they cannot actually control? These feelings might even seep into relationships—feeling like they can control how someone else feels, or feeling that they are responsible for making everyone happy or content. This can create people-pleasing patterns and make them constantly feel the need to put others’ needs in front of their own. This can look like saying yes to things they do not want to do but feel they need to do, lest someone get upset with them. Or, they may think, “If I don’t do this, then something bad might happen.” […]

Anxiety and guilt are often at the root of an inflated sense of responsibility. The person with OCD thinks of all the possible repercussions of not acting in a particular scenario. They feel guilty for possible negative outcomes, often engaging in magical thinking—believing that their ideas, thoughts, actions, or other things can impact the world around them. This results in compulsions, which can take on many different forms; for some, it may involve very detailed rituals they feel they must perform to prevent something very specific from occurring. For others, it may be a vague need to do something “just in case” or to feel like everyone will be safe.

and then ofc there’s my gifset where he’s developed a compulsion bc he’s scared he’s still in a coma so he has a list of things he checks </3

anyway i feel like a huge part of this is definitely also projecting bc i personally struggle with moral ocd and responsibility ocd and a lot of guilt bc of that but it’s just something i’ve noticed a lot with buck, how his mind is constantly jumping to the worst, most irrational conclusion (and irrationality IS a huge part of intrusive thoughts) and so in turn he either feels the need to fix it (bc it’s HIS responsibility in his mind!) by distancing himself bc he’s the problem or clinging. trying to fix something that isn’t even a problem that needs fixing or isn’t even ur responsibility to fix is just a very ocd coded thing to me <3 and i think a lot of this is definitely more related to mental compulsions which a lot of people don’t really know abt and instead assume ocd is just the stereotypical compulsions (washing hands, organising etc which ARE ofc things that happen but it’s not just that!) so he v much falls into that “irrational thought / obsession” —> anxiety, uncertainty, guilt —> compulsion (trying to fix shit, apologising, reassurance) cycle u see with ocd.

i hope this made sense somehow and ty for asking, as u can see i love talking abt this :)) also it’s absolutely ok to disagree with me on this, it’s just something i personally noticed and really identified with due to my own ocd, i just hope i did a good job of explaining it!

[sweetshire]

character bingo oh you know who im gonna say. denethor our beloved beloathed. our prince of tragedy our terrible darling. okay i’ll stop. i feel like that post-shoujo anime filter post. goodbye love u

‘our princess of tragedy our terrible darling’ -oh YES. yeah exactly. as someone wise once said, ‘he’s our princess of nuance our darling victim of the narrative’ <- this line lives rent free in my brain.

*looking at denethor* doomed by the narrative all by yourself, handsome? his psychic powers and his unwavering willpower have bewitched body and soul. i need him (asexual). i also want someone (thorongil) to fuck him.

anyway, he’s the worst (affectionate). but jesus…. do i wish the fandom was more understanding of him. those ridiculous ‘jokes’ get very tiring real fast. everytime i’m subjected to see them i’m like: 1. somebody’s out to get me, and 2. an angel lost their wings :(( they aren’t even funny anymore it just feels painful to hear such slander. i mean, come on, if you’re determined to hate him, at least hate him for the right reasons. (<- free my man. he did none of that. he did a bunch of other shit though). not me though, i love him bc he’s terrible. as if tragedy and helplessness and impending doom wasn’t enough, the concept of denethor as a weapon first person second & fighting the fate you know you can’t stop. aahh gosh it’s delicious.

he was angry and bitter and righteous and wrong. Even believed that he was supposed to rule gondor. so what. he was a GREAT leader. he was SO courageous he guarded his city & protected his people. he fought evil for years. that’s admirable. even sauron thought him formidable. he loses his resolve, finally, when he believes that he’s lost both of his sons to DEATH (or so he believes). he thinks it a kindness to burn faramir & himself. a kindness, isn’t it, to be burned by a hand better than sauron’s. well, he’s wrong again but he doesn’t know that. after all, it’s better than the fate that awaits him & his son. ….oof what a dangerous thing grief is! can u fault him his grief? (do u think you will be able to stay sane, not succumb to the madness? will u be reasonable in your mourning? can you?) so that’s no reason for mocking him. i think one of the reason people hate him is bc of his ‘abuse’ and ‘cruelty’ towards faramir?!?! which like. girl. first of all, sorry but their relationship is NOT abusive it’s dysfunctional. second of all, he’s not kind but he’s not cruel either. ofc he isn’t kind. he can’t afford to be, not when it’s so difficult to distinguish friend from foe; and life doesn’t allow him to be either. he’s been through it all, he’s turned cynical. his bizarre relationship w faramir IS Very Intriguing. he cares for him ofc, in his own twisted way. he sees himself in faramir (which is what, i think?, causes resentment btw them). (pov change) - what if u & your son are so fucking alike but hate each other’s guts? what then? but no matter u can’t stay wondering abt such matters, not when u have a duty to do. as u said in one of your post, btw getting to be a steward or a father, which will win? in his case, duty wins. always.

tolkien wrote him SUCH a tragic & compelling character arc/storyline. so as far as i’m concerned denethor is one of the most interesting & complex character :)

[firecrackerhh]

Yknow what? Fuck it, I’m in a petty fucking mood tonight and a certain Squidiot has decided to commit the sin of being, as usual, a terrible person to people undeserving of it, and I don’t tolerate bullshit. No one asked me to do this obviously but if you think I need permission to be a fucking bitch to people I deem worthy of such rage, that’s never stopped me before.

This bitch has the FUCKING AUDACITY to tell someone to get therapy for their “unhealthy coping mechanisms???”

Squidiot? The same clearly delusional dumbfuck who made a fucking google doc on every fucking “problematic” thing Viv has ever done? The same dumbfuck whose been such a pain in the ass to everyone on Twitter that both Viv and Morgana Ignis blocked them? The same bitch who makes long rambling near incoherent posts bitching about Viv and Helluva as if anyone beyond their braindead followers gives a fuck? The same bitch who keeps claiming they’ll leave and yet—surprise surprise—they never fucking do?

Ok I’ll be fair here, the last thing isn’t a sign of mental illness. It’s just annoying.

“Get better coping mechanisms.”

And you think you have the right to tell other people how to deal with their fucking trauma???? What the fuck is wrong with you???? Deal with your own shit before you go judging other people’s!

If your blog is any indication you have a lot of shit to unpack yourself.

Also, considering your absolutely deranged and frankly stalker like behavior towards Viv if not various crew members, I think if anyone should “get help” it’s you.

Assuming you aren’t already getting help (which doesn’t look to be doing much by the way if you are)

Like you said, you’re a trauma victim yourself. So how on earth can you be so fucking rude and basically shit on a fellow victim of abuse that was just as if not worse than your own, all because their way of dealing with their trauma isn’t to your liking? That you personally believe it causes harm?

How would you feel if someone said the same thing about your coping mechanisms?

Especially ironic considering it seems you deal with your trauma by being a major fucking cunt to people who don’t fucking deserve it.

How do you feel right now?

“Get better coping mechanisms.”

Don’t get me wrong, I can understand completely why you would want to avoid such content. I’m not a proshipper myself (in the sense that I personally don’t have those kinds of ships��unless you count oc/canon as problematic for whatever reason.) but I’m sorry, you can’t expect the internet to be a 100% super safe space where nothing ever makes you uncomfortable. That’s not realistic. It is your responsibility to avoid whatever triggers you. Block, mute, whatever you gotta do to keep your clearly struggling mental health intact. No one is here to baby you. You have to put in the effort.

To expect other people to do it for you automatically is immature and selfish.

I don’t mean that clearly struggling mental health comment as an insult btw. It’s frankly obvious to me you need some kind of help. It’s so obvious that you’re fucking miserable.

I would pity you if only you weren’t such a bitch. So intent on making everyone else as miserable as you.

That’s fucking sad dude. Dragging other people into the mud doesn’t make you any cleaner.

You say you’re leaving and all, but I know how hyperfixations work my dude, I should know, I’ve been obsessed with Hazbin (and to a lesser extent Helluva) for what’s going to be 4 years. I get the fucking rush of talking major shit on your blog is fun and all but Christ, you just sound so fucking angry. All the time. Isn’t that exhausting? I think it’s exhausting.

I know my header is tis I the werebitch but damn dude, I can only get angry so much about one thing before I stop caring at some point.

And then you say even dumber shit and suddenly I have an intense urge to tell you to go fuck yourself.

Contrary to the vibe I probably give off to the few followers that actually take the time to read this bullshit, I’m not exactly the most confrontational person irl. I’m actually quite shy in social situations and every time I fuck up even slightly in public I want to die, but I know what’s right and wrong, and this shit? Shitting on another victim of abuse because you think THEY’RE coping wrong?

That’s fucked up. That’s wrong. That’s fucking disrespectful.

Your own trauma is not an excuse to be a fucking asshole to other people.

And I have a low tolerance for bullshit. For those who claim to be righteous and yet their actions prove otherwise.

How do you fucking sleep at night? You’re so fucking convinced you’re some fucking martyr or something, that you’re helping people.

Has fucking anyone been helped by you? Or is this more for your fucking ego?

I don’t know nor do I want to know why you are who you are, there’s no excuse for this shit.

This shit is outright cruel. You’re cruel. Victimizing others will not make you feel better about yourself. Not in the long term. What you’re being is a BULLY.

I don’t respect bullies.

You treat people like shit for reasons I will never know. I understand you supposedly want to help people not suffer the way you did. But what you’re doing? Ain’t it chief. You do not help victims by bullying them into the “correct” way to handle their trauma. You’re just giving these people more trauma.

I’ll ask again. How would you feel if someone told you they didn’t like your coping mechanisms? I don’t care if it’s morally correct in your view to try and bully abuse victims into submission, or at the least dismiss their opinion because it doesn’t fit your narrative.

Rather hypocritical of you given you claim the fandom does the same thing…

I don’t like how you feel the need to “cancel” people over shit from a fucking decade ago when said person has obviously changed. I think your attitude is fucking whiny, immature and overall unpleasant. You make those long ass posts under the delusion anyone fucking cares enough about you to read through that bullshit. At least I have the decency to put my rant posts under a very specific tag that people can filter out if they so choose.

And the worst part is this whole thing will probably fly right past you.

Yeah, instead you play victim, as you always do, focusing on whatever well earned insults I’ve thrown at you instead of the actual point. Like a child. Assuming you find this of course.

And hmm…funny, what was that you said about me?

Iron. E.

Projection if nothing else.

I said what I meant and I meant what I said. If anything from the few posts I’ve made about you bothers you, maybe learn how to self-reflect on your actions instead of blaming everyone else. Like a child.

I reiterate.

Get. Better. Coping. Mechanisms.

Fix. Your. Shit.

🧨🔥~Firecracker out~🧨🔥

[thenonbinarydetective]

Why do you think Tom Taylor is racist/ableist?

If you’re a stan of his, this should be your last ask. Not that I would answer another if you refuse any criticism of him

Tom Taylor has a habit of poorly portraying both poc and disabled characters. Sometimes excluding them entirely if not relying solely on a white abled perspective of disability and race. He’s uneducated. He’s careless. The only positive/neutral sounding word is that I can say he’s consistent.

The biggest ableist thing of all rn is Heartless. He created a disabled character full of stereotypical vilifying disability tropes. The man used p*ycopath and s*ciopath to describe a character in big 2024 (and multiple preceding years. Now both of those words have LONG ableist and racist history attached them. One of the main reasons people diagnosed with commonly associated conditions (it’s not just the antisocial personality disorder which people often believe) prefer not to use it or even suggest that others don’t. But specifically heartless, Tom wrote that a character with a condition that is long vilified by writers and used it to attach it to his loss and lack of humanity. Which is only further elevated by his cybernetic limbs. And of course to top it all off he was raised by a serial killer who also should similar tendencies while being associated with a word that is for disability.

And what’s his representation of disability outside of that dogshit and dead. Literally. It goes beyond drama or whatever the fuck as everything he writes is clearly fueled by the same thoughts I have to tell people to stop thinking every day as a disabled person. But he keeps thinking them

Look how terrible his Babs was. Apparently she’s only disabled when he feels like making a weird speech about pizza in the park that is later fully ignored as she backflipped off buildings whenever she felt like it. Look up the sexy lamp test and you got his Babs. And that’s not even touching that hearing aid disaster that is also out of character for dick cause this cake needed icing.

He also has the same tendency that fanon fans do when it comes to Damian’s behavior and aggression. I’ve already spoken about a long time ago. I don’t need to talk about it again but it’s rooted stereotypes and vilifying specifically Arab characters.

How he wrote Ra’s well in his story I’ll never know because Talia and Damian so fucking awful.

The Romani smile……..god that doesn’t fucking exist.

He turned Bea into the disposable black girlfriend ngl. And the fact that he took away everything that made her the character people enjoy. It may not be solely because of her race, but him continuously disrespecting black female characters is worth noting. Like he didn’t even know Nubia was the queen.

The time where he took the opportunity to promote his comics when Anna Diop was being harassed and sent racial slurs certainly doesn’t help his image either.

He’s a weak, performative centrist “ally.” I can be kind and say it’s more ignorance than malice. Which is still racism and ableism btw

[thetaylorfiles]

Wait, hold up! How are you "Very Old" but also "got hit with menopause early"? Which is it girlie, the math ain't mathing? I always assumed you were in your late 30s. It's cool if you don't want to get into it though, it's none of my business I know, I was just curious! Good luck with the ADHD meds btw!

So, from what I’ve learned, perimenopause is the time where you start losing hormones because your womb and eggs are winding down - no clue how to say this properly. You lose hormones and start getting awful fucking symptoms. However, if you’re getting your period still, you’re not in menopause yet. Menopause begins one year after your last period. (I hope I’m getting this all correct. It can be confounding sometimes)

I’m still getting ‘baby’ periods. It used to be a normal 5 day cycle. Now it’s one heavy day, one light day and that’s it, maybe spotting for a day. The terrible symptoms started over a year ago when I got a bladder infection that not even a urologist could get under control. For 3 months. I literally felt like I had a UTI for three months. It was hell. One of the top 3 painful/uncomfortable experiences of my life.

Also at the time I started becoming irrational, easily annoyed, sweating through my sheets every night, so much more but also I became rage-y. I’ve never felt that emotion in my life till then and the rage comes from stupid things like forgetting something. Or getting cut off in traffic. It was scary how angry I got, my body felt like I needed to hit things in order to get that anger out. I would beat up my steering wheel with my hands, punching it and only hurting myself more. But it felt like a need. I despise feeling like that. Im normally an optimistic person who’s pretty easygoing.

Menopause is hell and no one talks about it. I try to talk about it when I can because I swear, it wouldn’t be this bad if you could prepare. If our moms explained it all like our periods. It being this terrible surprise was like a gut punch. And doctors don’t believe you. It took me FIVE doctors to find one who believed me.

I’m a bit past 40. And I started getting symptoms over a year ago. So that’s why I call it early menopause (technically early perimenopause). Typically women start to get it between 45-55. I’m not there yet. And one of the reasons the docs didn’t believe me is because I was slightly young for it. The other reason is because women are woefully under treated, disbelieved, and humored unkindly when trying to get healthcare treatment. Do you know that in med school they spend one class session going over menopause? That’s a couple of hours for something that happens to 50% of the world and causes suffering to most of those women. Shouldn’t doctors get a bit more training? I could rant forever. There’s so much fucked up about women’s healthcare and not just menopause stuff.

So that’s where I am. Maybe I misspoke? Maybe it’s not early? I don’t know. I now take estrogen through a gel and a progesterone pill. Most of the time I feel normal and like myself, but that other 25% is awful. It’s like someone else is inhabiting your body. It’s not even just the pain or discomfort if whatever symptom is blessing you with it’s presence. It’s the way it changes your personality for the worse and how annoying you become to your family members who can’t possibly understand it because no one talks about it! We need to normalize menopause as much as we have normalized PMS. I need to stop talking about this now! 😂😂

And thanks! I’m on day 3. It’s just little changes but oh my god does it make a difference! I actually want to do the things that I normally have to remind myself 20 times over to do. I feel better and more clear and more up. I’m so excited for how it’s making me feel. So hard to explain but it’s this tiny pick me up in the oddest of ways.

If anyone of you guys has adhd and takes concerta, do you like it? Anything o should know? Or if you take anything else you feel like sharing. I’m open to any advice!

Sorry about the math not mathing. Hope i explained it well

[thatonesquintern13]

episode five - don’t dream it’s over:

• hehehe dance episode 🤭

• i love these mugs dell has. they’re fun

• brady showing up trying to schmooze everyone but no one sees through his act 🤨

• “and ruin your perfect manicure?” get em, dell.

• brady saying they saw sixth sense on their first date and kat AND alice saying “blair witch project” alice you are terrible at secrets

• also the theater closing episode!

• lmao nick is coming. this isn’t gonna be weird at all.

• really just takes remembering your father is, in fact, a Man to knock you out of the “i wanna live with him” haze, huh?

• “she’s into physics now?” “elliot’s her teacher” yeah!! you’re always gonna be second to elliot !!!!

• brady take elliot’s name out your god damn mouth 😠

• and get your hand away from kat.

• dell calling him braden 🤭

• “don’t rock the boat.” = get the hell away from them

• this transition music sound sooo familiar to me but i can’t think of what it reminds me of. like the theme to another tv show i think…

• alice get off that old man’s instagram 😭

• they are literally doing everything they can to stay away from brady and he just. isn’t getting it.

• kat pulling an alice by bombarding elliot at his place of work

• ��that’s so many science words.” she’s a liberal arts girlie

• i can’t believe it’s just now hitting kat that she could go back and change the past.

• sorry but i LOVE a “*science rambling*”/“plain english, please” dynamic!!

• new guy does not understand besties. ofc they’re friends again! it’s been days!

• oop new guy making a move… swing and a miss!

• dell isn’t ready to date! it’s only been 20 years!

• elliot reminding alice that nick is literally old enough to be her father 😭

• “do you think he’ll recognize me? and what do i do if he does?” “i think that’s something you shouldn’t test out. end of discussion.” so dad coded.

• also, alice your own mother, who was your bestie, didn’t even recognize you… come on.

• “we really should’ve thought of a theme.” “i thought fall was the theme.” “that’s.. the season… not a theme.” yeah that’s accurate hs student dialog

• alice is making 1999 her whole personality i love that for her

• lol all the boxes that have ‘donate’ scratched out and ‘KEEP’ written over it 😂 i love the lesbian theater owners

• KAT IS THE WHITE WITCH HELLO!!

• every time alice asks someone about brady in the past they say “oh…”

• “how’s rachel ☕️” subtle kat

• brady’s realizing that maybe divorcing his wife of over 15 years maybe wasn’t the right plan for him 🫠

• but kat is being so mature about it!

• “so he’s available?” “no! you dating [nick] was weird in 1999 - it’s illegal now.” “but love is love! and age is but a number. he could be a young 40.” ALICE LISTEN TO YOURSELF

• alice getting the ‘stay away from nick’ talk by elliot in two decades in one day

• inviting elliot to the FAMILY dinner when brady is there 🤭 dell is so messy

• aw wait i just realized dell and kat still sit at the same spot at the dinner table. idk why that’s so sweet to me 🥺

• “this is the best potato salad i’ve ever had” “how many potato salads have you tried? 🙄” jacob im sorry the universe took you so soon you would’ve loved the 2020s

• pushing the sweet boy narrative for brady and little jacob is sitting there like 🙄

• wait and elliot is sitting in the “guest seat” in the present and not in the seat that was jacob’s even though it’s empty 😭

• “it sounds like you go above and beyond.” “i’m happy to! for the things that matter” get em, elliot

• dell’s face when elliot and brady are snipping at each other PLEASE she is actually so messy and i love that about her.

• kat trying to pull a “did everyone try the chicken 😀”

• dell going on the date with new guyyyyy. kinda, she brought dinner to the herald.

• i’m still suspicious of him btw! i don’t remember where he landed in the finale.

• baby brady and alice bickering the same way present day brady and elliot were… mmhm mhmm

• “i love it. i’m never gonna stop wearing [the bracelet]” “good bc im never gonna stop loving you, kat. from now, til forever.” orrr until your daughter throws it in a pond that leads her back to this very moment. whichever.

• well that kinda IS forever in a time paradox sort of way. if you think about it….

• elliot asking kat to the daaannnceeeee kicking my feet twirling my hair

• nick making a fan club president embezzlement joke… selena JUST died (10 years before but whatever)

• alice writing the date down to meet future nick IS KINDA CUTE. like in any other circumstance

• ELLIOT SHOWING UP WITH THE CORSAGE PLEASE 😭😭😭😭

• oh hi sixpence none the richer it’s nice to see you again!

• kiss me stair reveal you will literally always be famous

• more like, not another hallmark movie amiright

• “you look… fine.” smooth elliot

• okay byyyyeee brady

• okay fine i’ll fall for the humanization of brady dhawan.

• alice being so hung up on nick is kinda getting annoying. please get friends your own age in your own time 😭

• dell and colton in the slideshowwwww 😫

• i forgot kat knew about nick and i was like wHY ARE YOU TELLING HER

• girl has got her hands alllll over elliot 🤭

• the ‘ol classic silly dance into slow dance 🤌🏽

• and it’s IRIS BY THE GOO GOO DOLLS 😭😭😭

• brady literally why are you here ��🏽‍♀️

• “there’s obviously something going on between you and elliot” OKAY AND

• mm right it’s bc alice is not secretive about her secret at all and read him for filth earlier.

• oh suddenly he’s all “LoSiNg mY fAmiLy” he literally should have thought about that???

• chyler leigh giving her ALL to this scene 🥺 and it’s so not hallmark. like “we were shadows in the same house.” “i needed it! i needed to be held, i needed to be kissed! i mean i don’t even remember what it feels like to kiss you. and you know what, it’s just too late.”

• kat HOLD YOUR GROUND DO NOT KISS THAT MAN

• she’s kissing him 🧍🏽‍♀️ she’s kissing him and elliot is seeing it. PLEASE I CAN’T HANDLE THIS

• damn he is like KISSING HER 😳 full neck kisses in this hallmark show rn

• okay we’ve gotten that out of our systems let’s move on ✋🏽

• also… isn’t brady with rachel still 😠 it’s okay kat is letting him down easy.

• alice leaving the dance to go to the theater… she’ll never learn

• no but why didn’t nick show up to his moms’ final night at the theater !! that’s a red flag, alice.

• nooo elliot is sad

• glowy stars callback 🥺

• oh! the music reminds me of the only murders in the building theme song!!

fin.

📺 | the way home

live blogging a season one rewatch so i can remember everything for season two 🫡

episode one:

• i hope this show goes on forever bc they clearly have a full story planned for this witch hunt

• honestly forgot about this private school situation

• dad’s suck!

• do we learn about the “one hit” orrr

• chyler leigh in glasses. that’s it that’s the thought.

• “fReEs yOu Up fOr sOmE hOmEsChoOliNg” hey why don’t you hush.

• nah bc these two are like… not even divorced yet and his gf already moved in with him? i’d set the fire alarm off too

• oh the one hit was last year’s showcase

• hallmark letting a “damned” into the script. big slay

• i do really appreciate that young dell is just andie macdowell in a dark wig.

• sorry but it’s kinda a dream to have a farm in ‘nowhere canada’ to escape to, alice.

• i love generational mommy issues 😌

• one thing about andie macdowell, that accent’s gon’ be thicc

• wet dog foreshadowing 👀

• moving in the middle of the school year is wild

• omg and a “what the hell” !!

• mystery letter 😈 (i only vaguely remember how it got sent so excited to relearn that)

• the glow-in-the-dark ceiling stars 🥺

• LMAO OKAY dell was wrong for sending her out in her pjs but it was funny hehe 🤭

• ELLIOT!!!!

• “you got a lot in common… what with your divorces.” dell that’s so southern of you

• “and me?” OOF

• dell landry: bee keeping age 😗

• fair that kat wants to talk about her brother and dad but didn’t she also…. like. leave?? 🥴

• “if you ever need to talk i’m here. any place. any… time.” very subtle elliot thank you

• ohp. guess that’s why i don’t remember the bracelet. so rose from titanic of her

• wait that’s literally how she gets in the pond ?? okay that’s on me then.

• baby kat!! (A+ casting btw 🤌🏽)

• i could not imagine sitting on TIME TRAVEL for over 14 years. good on elliot

• elliot and kat better get back together in like the first 2 minutes of s2 🤧

• baby elliot!

• as someone who lost their grandpa when i was really young, alice meeting her grandpa and their whole relationship just hits different 🥺

• no bc the 90s ARE totally back in style.

• “alice will be fine.” “jacob wasn’t.” he was 6, girl 😭

• the white witch 😟 (me: wait why am i gasping i already knew that.)

• the blurry picture is actually very clever!

• elliot just standing over the pond ominously 🧍🏻‍♂️

• idk why but i love that kat called him to yell at him.

• kat, he just knows, okay!!

fin.

[wakatshi]

WITH MIYA OSAMU. ／ INSPIRED BY THIS TIKTOK

“good evening, miss blueberry tart. thought you’d never come back. are ya by yourself tonight? no boyfriend this time?”

MIYA OSAMU remembers your favorite dessert and the awkwardness his mindless, innocent flirt set between you and your boyfriend. or was it a joke? he thought it was funny, that evening was terribly boring, but he immediately regretted it, returning to the kitchen, he thought you may file a complaint against him — or your boyfriend, he was definitely pissed off. but none of you did, although that was the last time he saw you and perhaps that night left him with a bitter taste and even more regret.

he thought you were pretty. and even prettier when he personally took your order instead of watching one of his waiters do their usual job. there was something about you osamu couldn’t put his finger on.

you laughed a few times and he found himself staring at you and eavesdropping more than he should’ve. at the pretty pair of earrings you wore. the fluffy turtleneck, your hands and eyelashes. your silly jokes and your unfunny boyfriend’s comments. he couldn’t help himself but flirt with you, even if you didn’t reciprocate. osamu knew you wouldn’t, but he still did it and pretended it was for his business and tips.

in the past few weeks he’s developed a stupid crush on you and every now and then, osamu hoped you’d show up again. with or without your boyfriend. (or your husband? fiancé? hopefully it’s not the case)

“he’s not my boyfriend anymore. we broke up.”

no way. he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you all by yourself.

it’s been a few weeks since your break up and even more weeks since you last set foot in this man’s restaurant. and wasn’t it for your best friend and her vivid imagination and countless encouraging words, you would’ve stayed inside your apartment for the rest of the evening. it’s freezing anyway and you stood right in front of the entrance, shivering, debating whether you should go inside or not.

just go, stop worrying so much!

you wanted to see him again but you doubted he had any recollection of what happened. he probably did it often. but the hot owner who flirted with you somehow remembered you.

“huh? really? his tarts must’ve really sucked.”

“i wouldn’t know. but tell me, do you do this often? remembering your customers’ favorite desserts?”

“why? ya think i’m giving me special treatment? i’d never. i treat all my customers the same. don’t want any complaints.”

liar.

“but, just so you kno’, i’m willing to give blueberry tarts a try for you. i could make ya one next week. here.”

“are you asking me on a date?”

“so many assumptions. but only if ya think it is.“

“what if i don’t?”

“you’re still welcome to come. it’s not my specialty and i’m not your boyfriend, but i could perfect it for ya.”

it’s definitely a date.

likes, reblogs are feedback are always appreciated 🤍

a/n : yes, i plan to write a second part idk when, but i will !!! it’s my first first time writing osamu btw but i couldn’t help myself i love that tiktok.

[rxspbrrry]

…sore demo, kimi wo aisu yo.

notes ; pt 2 of sekai wa zankoku da (please read this first to understand the context), clotted cream x gn reader, post breakup, hurt/comfort with happy ending, de attacked creme republic in my au btw, mentions of dead bodies

a/n: you don’t understand i have had so many brainrots about this man dark enchantress is just jealous she couldn’t get bitches, that’s why she went to war 😔

you’ve made two big mistakes in your life.

the first was leaving the creme republic just before it was under attack by dark enchantress’s forces. that was a terrible, terrible move by you— as the heir of house (cookie name), the family who had long been supporting the ancients by providing them with their weapons, how could you have fled your homeland and left it to defend itself without your help? aside from ruining your house’s glory, it was just not right for a noble to leave their citizens defenseless and run away to save themselves instead.

the second was leaving clotted cream cookie behind in the creme republic.

you grit your teeth and tap the wooden railing impatiently. the airship was taking awfully long to reach the creme republic— understandable that services would be slower lately, due to dark enchantress’s attack on the republic— but still not ideal. for now, besides complaining about the god awful speed of the airship, all you could do was to pray that most citizens left unharmed and that not much damage was done to your beloved homeland.

oh, and hope that he’s still alive, you suppose. a humourless smile forms on your lips when you recall the last conversation you two had before you left the republic, completely unaware of the disaster that would soon befall the land at that time.

a part of you wonders if he had deliberately sent you away because he knew of the incoming disaster and didn’t want you to get hurt, but you shove the thought away, convincing yourself that he wouldn’t do that. the clotted cream you know is ambitious, cunning, and a backstabber. unless…

anyway, you don’t wish for him to be harmed by the catastrophe. while it is basic human decency to not wish harm onto others, you can’t seem to believe the fact that you want him to escape uninjured only because you’re a good person. in fact, it felt an awful lot like something stronger than just a stranger’s care. it seems you still had lingering feelings from before your breakup.

the captain’s announcement about landing soon makes you perk your head up, and you hastily prepare yourself to leave the flight immediately— maybe even before it lands. the airship is painstakingly slow when it lands, and your feet bounce anxiously. you jump off the moment it makes contact with the landing pad, sprinting off towards the direction of the main catastrophe.

while running, you turn your head around to witness some of the survivors tending to their wounds by the sides of the road. you feel apologetic and a strong sense of guilt and wish to stop to help them, but this isn’t your main mission now. the air gets thicker and more suffocating the nearer you get to the main catastrophe site, and your heart shatters at the sight of said location. thunder strikes every few seconds and purple fog clouds the entire area. there’s a hint of pomegranate smell on the motionless bodies covered in jam; the unfortunate victims who unfortunately faced pomegranate cookie while trying to escape. the rest hobbled around, trying to cover their wounds and retreat to a safe area. despite the republic’s leaders’ attempts to get everyone to safety, it seemed that not everyone was lucky enough to get mercy from the cookies of darkness and their leader.

clotted cream cookie stands right in the middle of the chaos, helping an old lady reach the tent put up for medical attention. you rush over to him without thinking. he notices you, eyes widening, but before he can react, you sling the old lady’s arm around your shoulder and help her walk to the tent, all without breaking eye contact with him.

“you’ve got a lot of explaining to do after i bring her to safety,” you glare at him. he can only nod dumbly.

the second the old lady sits down to rest and a healer tends to her, you run out of the tent and find clotted cream waiting for you right outside. the confident and charming consul you once knew was no more. concerningly dark bags adorn his eyes and they no longer shine like they used to. his usual smirk is replaced with a sheepish smile and his right hand cradles his left elbow— a poor attempt at hiding his wound from you. you click your tongue, annoyed, and pull him over to a secluded corner.

clotted cream thinks he’s in for a good scolding, or a slap or a punch, but he most definitely does not expect a bone-crushing hug from you.

still not completely processing your actions, he cautiously moves his arms to wrap around you, but before he can fully return the hug, you pull back and raise your hand to hit his cheek with a satisfying ‘smack!’. ah, there’s the slap he was waiting for.

“newsflash, hoe,” you spat, “not everyone is as good as deciphering hidden intentions as you are.”

“sorry,” he helplessly chuckles. “if i hadn’t tried to drive you away using that method, you would’ve stayed back no matter what.”

“and i would!” you retort. “why wouldn’t i? how could i possibly let the citizens face the disaster alone without my help, or leave the one i love behind?”

you splutter out a few incoherent words, unable to form another argument in your frustration, so you decide to crash into his chest again. he gladly wraps his arms around you and rests his head on yours.

“do you,” you start to talk again, and clotted cream almost tears up hearing the tremble in your voice, “have any idea how worried i was when i heard, dipshit? i had to know that my ex lover stayed back to protect the citizens of the creme republic from dark enchantress cookie through bird mail. bird mail! can you believe it?”

“i sure can’t,” he murmurs, reaching a hand up to rub the back of your head, “your ex lover must be an asshole.”

“he sure is,” you choke out a laugh between your tears. “i’m glad you agree.”

clotted cream sighs dramatically, but does not remove his arms from your frame. “well, whatever shall i do? my ex lover has returned to save me despite my efforts to drive them away, and we happen to be short on manpower. we sure could use a swordsman right now.” you hide a smile at his words, knowing he remembered your strengths in swordsmanship. pulling away just slightly to see his face, you’re almost surprised by the shy smile that he puts on when he asks, “what do you say you help us out since you’re so conveniently here and free to help?”

you’re immediately reminded of the times when young clotted cream cookie tried to ask you out with the exact same shy smile he had on right now. initially, after your breakup, you thought that reminiscing the good memories you had with him would make you feel miserable, but now, you only feel bliss.

“since our consul so kindly asked me,” you play along with him, slipping your hand into his, “i’ll help to defend our homeland and save our citizens.”

he squeezes your hand twice to say thank you (for agreeing to help him and for coming back to him). the two of you walk towards the site of disaster together, hand in hand.

clotted cream cookie always plans in advance.

he had expected you to leave the creme republic in tears after your breakup, which you did. he had expected you to not interact with him while you were gone, which you also did. yet, he most definitely did not expect you to come back for him because you were worried.

he can’t quite say he doesn’t like this unexpected outcome, though.

[slasherhaven]

How would slashers react, when their s/o climbs on them (or hug them very tightly) in the middle of the night, because she has terrible nightmare? I mean in their earlier relationship, when they're not used to snuggling neither sleeping so close to each other yet. Thank you :) btw your writing is amazing, I can read the hc and stories over and over and it always makes my day ♥

The Slashers reacting to their s/o (or future s/o) coming to them for comfort after a nightmare:

Thomas Hewitt 

You had been staying with the Hewitt family for a little while now. You had become a member of the family and you had grown closer to Thomas than anyone else. You had been given your own bedroom and that was something you were grateful for.

You and Thomas really had become close and he had really started to relax around you.

You woke up from a nightmare, gasping and breathing heavily, quickly switching a light on.

You were shaken and couldn’t get back to sleep, you even felt uncomfortable just sitting on your own. And there was only one person you could go to.

You wandered out of your bedroom and over to Thomas’ room, knocking on the door. You didn’t want to just barge in on him.

You knocked again and waited when you heard movement from inside the room. It wasn’t long until the door opened, revealing Thomas.

“I’m sorry for waking you up” you apologised but he shook his head, silently assuring you that it was okay. “I had a nightmare and...I don’t want to be alone, I’m kinda freaked out, could I stay with you tonight?”

Thomas would pause for a moment, considering your request, before finally nodding. You looked shaken and a little embarrassed, and he wanted to help you, he just couldn’t turn you away.

He let you in, closing the door behind you. He was a little awkward as you both got onto the bed and got comfortable. 

But you noticed that he was just laying on his back, with his mask on.

“You can take the mask off, I promise I won’t look” you assured him.

Thomas was a little reluctant but believed that you wouldn’t lie and figured that the light was off so the room wasn’t well lit. So, he removed the mask, placing it on the bedside table before settling back down.

You kept your promise, making sure not to look at his face, but you still moved closer to him. 

“Thanks Tommy” you rested your head on his chest, draping an arm over his waist.

Thomas is a surprised by your actions but pretty much just melts, wrapping an arm around you in the hopes of making you feel safer.

Michael Myers

You and Michael had technically been sharing a bed for a while but for the longest time you never even saw him sleep. Once he became more comfortable with you, you’d catch him sleeping for short periods of time in your bed. And finally the two of you would share the bed at the same time.

Still, sharing a bed didn’t mean you were cuddling at night. The two of you tended to stay to your sides of the bed and he would be gone in the morning since he usually woke up much earlier than you, usually sleeping less that you do.

So, when you woke up from a nightmare, you just wanted to feel safe and comforted but weren’t sure how Michael would respond to that. 

When you woke up, you jolted and that woke him up (always on edge and still a relatively light sleeper) but he didn’t react, knowing it was just you.

You thought he was still asleep but he was completely aware of you shifting closer and cautiously tucking yourself under his arm.

He honestly isn’t sure how to react but he doesn’t stop you. He knows it was a nightmare because of how you woke up and you’re not doing any harm, so he allows it...

You slowly settle and relax, resting your head against his chest and draping your arm over his chest. 

Michael will be awake until you’ve fallen asleep again, feeling comfortable and safe being so close to him. Then he’ll finally fall back to sleep.

You’ll wake up the next morning to find one of Michael’s arms casually but protectively wrapped around you. He’s not good intimacy but he is protective.

Jason Voorhees

Jason is very sweet and very cautious about making you uncomfortable. He fully lets you sleep on the bed while offering to sleep elsewhere. You had tried to assure him that you really didn’t mind and that it was his bed, if he wasn’t comfortable you would sleep on the couch. But Jason insisted.

So, when you woke up from a nightmare, you were alone and freaked out.

You knew where Jason would be and you knew that just having him around would make you feel better, he always made you feel safe.

So you didn’t think much of it when you climbed out of the bed and searched the cabin for Jason, finding him in the living room, sleeping on the couch. You hated that he felt the need to sleep out here in his own home.

“Jason?” you walked over to stand by his side, the gentle call of his name being enough to wake him. 

When he saw you, he sat up in a slightly panic, figuring that something must be wrong and worrying about whether you were okay or not. Especially since you looked a little shaken.

“I, uh, I had a nightmare and I can’t sleep...can you just come and lay with me?” you asked but Jason didn’t response instantly, he just looked at you like he was trying to come up with an answer. “Please?” and that was all it took.

You looked shaken and clearly had been tearing up a little, so he knew that he couldn’t just leave you.

He would nod and stand, following you back to the bedroom.

You got on the bed first, patting the space beside you to encourage him to join you, and he did. 

Jason would lay beside you but not purposely touch you, still just thinking he was being respectful. 

So you were the one to move closer, happily making yourself comfortable against his chest. 

Jason is just a little flustered by finding himself cuddling with you, but he would wrap his arm around you, maybe even stroke your hair to comfort you.

You’ll fall asleep again pretty quick but Jason would be up for a little while, getting used to the feeling of holding you and relaxing. Finally he would fall asleep, and he would sleep well with you in his arms.

Brahms Heelshire 

Despite all of Brahms’ wishes, the two of you weren’t sharing a bed on a nightly basis. Cuddling wasn’t completely out of the question, you would hold him when he needed to comfort him but that was where it ended.

But when you woke up from a nightmare, you didn’t want to be alone and you knew that Brahms wouldn’t have a problem with that. So, you didn’t really hesitate before heading for his room.

He didn’t wake up when you entered his room, closing the door behind you.

“Brahms?” you asked, making him stir. “Brahms?” you repeated, moving closer to his bed.

This time he woke up, sitting up when he saw you standing beside his bed.

“Sorry, I uh...I had a bad dream and can’t get back to sleep, do you mind if I just stay with you?” you explained yourself.

It was a little strange, it felt like the roles had been reversed to an extent. Normally you would comfort him and now you were going to him for comfort.

Brahms nodded instantly, moving over to give you enough room to lay down.

You lay down beside him and pulled the sheets over your body. As you lay down, Brahms would look at you questioningly, as if waiting for some sort of reassurance.

With some gentle encouragement from you, he will lay down beside you, happily pulling you into his arms to hold and comfort you. He just wanted to make sure he wasn’t getting ahead of himself, restraining himself for once.

But once he has you in his arms, he’s holding you close and not letting you go, nuzzling his face into your hair.

He’ll whisper some gentle reassurances, telling you that it’s okay and that he’s here for you now.

His hold is comforting and you quickly find yourself relaxing in his embrace and holding him in return. 

The two of you are falling asleep again before you know it.

Bo Sinclair 

You had been staying in Ambrose for a while now, the truth about the town beginning to feel normal to you. You had been staying with the twins, in a spare bedroom that they had.

When you first arrived in Ambrose you had quite frequent nightmares, understandably. But things had changed, you were more comfortable and even happy in the little town and you had become friends with the brothers, even becoming close to Bo.

It had been a long time since your last nightmare so this one was a surprise and affected you more than you would have expected a nightmare to do. You knew there was no way you could get to sleep, barely even wanting to close your eyes again, feeling paranoid and unsafe even if you knew nothing was different from any other day.

You just didn’t want to be alone, so you had to make a choice. Did you seek out Bo or Vincent? While you knew Vincent was a sweetheart, it was Bo that you had developed a better connection with.

So you climbed out of them and wandered down the hallway until you you came to Bo’s door, taking a breath before letting yourself in. 

The room was dark but you could see well enough, including where Bo slept on his bed.

Bo had technically invited you into his bed multiple times but you were pretty sure he had just been trying to get under your skin, and you had always turned him down.

You padded over to his bed, truly not knowing how he would react to you coming to him like this for comfort.

You weren’t sure whether you should wake him up or not, you didn’t need to be mocked for having nightmares.

But he woke up pretty quick when you approached the bed.

“Been dreaming about me?” he teased, a smirk on his face, assuming you had come to his room for very different reason

“Shut up. I had a bad dream” you confessed, face red with embarrassment.

He’s mostly confused but rolls his eyes at you, muttering before going to turn around to sleep.

“Bo?” you got his attention again. “Do you think you could...” of all the people to be asking for comfort, you knew Bo was the most like to scoff and tell you to get out. 

He got the idea of what you were trying to ask and sighed.

“Come on then” he mumbled, acting disinterested as he lifted the blanket, inviting you in. You gave him a small smile before climbing onto the bed.

Bo assumed you would keep to yourself but he was wrong, and he was surprised when you shifted closer and wrapped your arms around him. 

He could tell that you were still shaken by whatever your dream was and he was too tired to deal with it in any other way, so he just gave up and wrapped his arm around you, letting you cuddle up more against him.

“Not a fucking word about this to anyone” he muttered, to which you nodded, suddenly feeling safe and comfortable enough to fall back to sleep.

Yeah, he’s absolutely going to tease you about this for a while.

Vincent Sinclair

Since you were staying in Ambrose, you needed a place to sleep. Vincent had gone out of his way to tidy up a spare room for you, which you greatly appreciated. 

You liked having your space and some privacy, even if you enjoyed spending most of your days with Vincent, finding his presence calming.

When you woke up in a dark room from a terrible nightmare, you felt alone and unsettled. You just knew you couldn’t go back to sleep, images of your nightmare flashing in your mind whenever you closed your eyes.

You didn’t even question it, Vincent calmed you, so you headed for his room.

Even in your shaken state, you respected his boundaries, so you didn’t turn on any lights in his room, so that you wouldn’t be able to make out the features of his face.

You woke him up gently, calming him when he startled slightly.

“I, uh, I had nightmare and I don’t want to be alone. Could I just stay here for the night?” 

Vincent’s hair fell over his face, hiding the scarring but leaving the unharmed half of his face slightly visible in the dark room. He paused for a moment, thinking about his answer, but nodded.

You seemed upset and he didn’t like that, he wanted to help.

He lets you climb into bed but turns away from you, so that you wouldn’t see his face. Poor guy thinks it would only scare you more.

You and Vincent had been growing very close so you didn’t think it was too weird to shift closer, wrapping your arm around his waist as you rested your head against his back.

He tensed for a moment before relaxing, feeling comfortable like this.

When you woke up the next morning, you would find yourself in a reversed position. Vincent laying beside you, his chest against your back and his arm around your waist.

Lester Sinclair

Since your stay in Ambrose, you had moved into Lester’s home. Mostly because you and Lester got along so well and Bo thought it would be better if you weren’t in town all the time, especially when ‘visitors’ came by. Lester wasn’t sure how to go about your new living situations, so he gave you the bedroom and insisted on sleeping on the couch. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. 

But you finally managed to get him to share the bed with you, feeling bad about making him sleep on the couch in his own home. Plus, you weren’t uncomfortable with sharing a bed with him. Still, he made sure to stay on his side of the bed to avoid any awkwardness. He’s just being sweet.

Lester is a pretty deep sleeper, especially since you moved in and there was another person in the house. So, when when you startled awake and sat up, he just slept through it.

You did feel better than you would have if Lester wasn’t there at all but you just felt like you needed a little more comfort and Lester was a good friend.

But you didn’t want to just wrap yourself around him or anything, so you tried to wake him up.

You gently shook him awake while saying his name. He woke up, assuming something was wrong since you were waking him in the middle of the night, and asked what was wrong when he saw the worried look on your face.

“Everything is fine, don’t worry. I just...I had a nightmare, it really freaked me out and I can’t get back to sleep”

Lester would do anything to make you feel better, and he asks what he can do, but you simply ask him if he can just hold you,

Of course, Lester agrees, nodding and shifting more towards the middle of the bed.

You thanked him quietly as you settled in his arms, wrapping your own around his waist as he held you against his chest.

If Lester hadn’t been half asleep, he probably would have been a little more awkward or nervous, but he was tired and happy with the idea of holding you.

Cuddling becomes a very normal thing between you both after that night, both of you simply enjoying it and finding comfort in it.

Bubba Sawyer

During your stay with the Sawyer, you had definitely grown closer to Bubba than anyone else.

So when you woke up, freaked out after a pretty terrible nightmare, you barely even thought about it before heading towards Bubba’s room. 

You were going to knock on his door but were a little worried about waking one of his brothers or something and making a much bigger scene than you meant too.

But Bubba wouldn’t mind you letting yourself into his room or waking him up.

Bubba would never turn you away, especially when you just had a nightmare or where upset.

So, he’s invite you in, making sure you were alright.

He tries to be respectful of your space when you’re in his bed, but you just wanted to be close to him and be comforted. So, you cuddled up to him.

Bubba would instantly hold you and cuddle you in return, he’s more than happy to do so.

And he gives great cuddles, you’ll be falling back to sleep in no time, with no thoughts of your nightmare.

If you ever need him again for some comfort, you know where to find him!

Billy Lenz

Befriending Billy to the extent you had took some patience but it was fair to say that he now trusted you with everything he had. And you felt a similar way.

It wouldn’t be the first time you had fallen asleep together. You had fallen asleep on the couch together but also on your bed, cuddled up in blankets while watching a movie.

But it wasn’t a nightly thing, Billy still usually stayed in the attic while you slept in your bed.

This night was just the same as usual, except for the horrible nightmare you had. You woke up in a cold sweat and a gasp, breathing heavy.

You took a moment to calm down but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep, not if you were on your own anyway.

But as you gathered your thoughts and looked beside you, you saw Billy curled up on the other side of the bed. He must have had a bad dream too, or just couldn’t sleep. This also wouldn’t be the first time he had done something like this.

You knew to be cautious, not wanting to startle him, but his presence relaxed you a little.

So, you shifted closer, gently resting your arm around his waist and pressing your forehead to his back.

This caught Billy’s attention, gently waking him up. When he felt you against his back, he turned around, making you pull away slightly.

“Sorry...I had a bad dream” you explained yourself with a light blush of embarrassment.

“Me too” Billy mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer again and making himself comfortable.

You made yourself comfortable again as well, cuddling into him. You comforted him a lot but he was very capable of comforting you as well.

Asa Emory (The Collector) 

Asa isn’t much of a cuddler, so even when you’re laying in his bed after spending the night with him, he’s not really cuddling you. You kind of have to initiate that.

You woke up with a slight jolt, breathing heavy as you sat up, looking around the room to process your surroundings and calm down.

Asa felt you wake up and heard your unsteady breathing, he quickly puts two and two together, assuming you had a nightmare,

He rolled onto his back and looked at you, holding an arm out for you.

You quickly accepted the invitation, moving into his side and laying your head on his chest.

“Bad dream?” he asked lowly, wrapping his arm around your body while closing his eyes again.

You just nodded, nuzzling your face against his chest some more as he tightened his hold on you.

It wasn’t a huge gesture but you did find comfort in it and you always felt safe when he held you, a reminder of what was real and what was only a dream.

Asa could be cold at times but he made you feel safe, and he always came through for you in the end.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Jesse enjoys cuddling more than one might assume, so he is already holding you. An arm around your waist and his chest pressed to your back. He’s not going to have you in his bed and just be ignoring you.

So, when you wake up from the nightmare, you’re instantly soothed just a little bit because of the feeling of being held.

But it wasn’t quite enough. 

You turned around, burying your face in Jesse’s chest and wrapping your arms around his waist, bringing yourself closer to him.

Your sudden movement woke Jesse up, and the way you seemingly clung to him made him a little concern.

He tightened his hold on you a little, stroking his hand over your hair and up and down your back.

He holds you securely, making sure you felt safe and protected.

If you wanted to talk about it, he would listen, but you seemed like you just wanted some comfort.

He would hold you and sooth you until he felt you falling back to sleep, then he would fall back to sleep again.

Otis Driftwood 

You had been ‘staying’ with the Firefly family for a little while now, spared for reasons still confusing to you. Otis had made it extremely clear that you were welcome in his bed anytime but you had never taken him up, for perfectly understandable reasons.

However, it was undeniable that you and Otis had been getting closer during your time with the family. He’d make you smile and laugh, you’d sit and talk, by his standards he was nice to you, and you were growing more comfortable around him.

He was still a flirt, he still offered you a place in his bed, but you never took him up on the offer. Even if your restraints were slowly weakening...

So, the night you woke up from a terrifying nightmare, you knew where you would be welcome.

You had tried to shake off the feeling and just go back to sleep but you couldn’t, you didn’t even want to be alone at the moment. 

And so, you crept out of your room, staying quiet to not wake anyone up, and headed for Otis’ room.

You let yourself in, closing the door behind you, and saw Otis laying on the bed, sprawled out carelessly with a thin blanket lazily draped over his body.

You took a breath, a little nervous to disturb him and being completely sure that he was going to mock you for this, but you walked over to the bed.

“Otis?” he didn’t wake up, leaving you standing beside the bed awkwardly.

You knew he wouldn’t mind you getting into bed with him, so you decided to just got for it. Climbing onto the bed and carefully positioning yourself in the small free space beside him.

You laying beside him seemed to wake him up, though.

He’d squint at you for a moment, processing the fact that you were laying beside him, curled up and facing away from him.

But he isn’t known for being particularly shy, so he’d just turn to face you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing his chest to your back.

“Ya could’ve woke me” you could feel him smirking against your neck.

“Just had a bad dream” you mumbled, ready for him to make fun of you.

He was silent for a moment before just sighing. “Alright” was all he said, and he didn’t loosen his hold on you since you didn’t complain about it.

The two of you just lay like that for a moment before you relaxed some more.

Otis wouldn’t make another comment, mostly because he didn’t know what to say. So, he decided to say nothing and just leave you be. He was only half awake anyway so he was already falling asleep again, and so were you, now feeling surprisingly more safe.

This would definitely have an impact on your relationship and sleeping beside him would become a much more regular thing.

Baby Firefly

You had been staying with the Fireflys for a while now and you and Baby had become good friends, she just made you feel better about everything that was going on in the house while you were living there.

Because you were such good friends, you had moved into her room. You had been sleeping in the living room, on the couch, but you felt a little in the way of the rest of the family. So, Baby had offered to let you stay with her.

You had found sleeping at all difficult when you first arrived at the house but now you slept fine, at least until tonight when you were woken up by a dreadful nightmare.

You woke up with a jolt and gasp, glancing around the room as you grounded yourself.

Your sudden movements woke Baby up, squinting at you as she asked what was wrong.

You were just honest with her, telling her it was bad dream.

If Baby likes you, she’s a very affectionate person, so she’s up and comforting you.

She’ll pull you towards her, letting you rest your head on her chest as she strokes your hair, lulling you back to sleep. 

After this, cuddling becomes a very regular thing.

Yautja (Predator)

It was the early stages of your relationship, you were definitely together but it was still early.

Still, it wasn’t uncommon for him to stay at your home. Because...why not? You liked spending time together.

You never feel safer than when you’re with him, so when you had a nightmare it only made sense that you wanted to be near him.

So, you climbed out of your bed and left your bedroom to search for him, finding him in the living room.

Of course he is concerned when he sees you awake this late, asking if you’re alright.

“Yeah, just had a nightmare...could you come and stay with me?” 

Well, all you had to do was ask!

He doesn’t need much of an excuse to be near you and if you need him, he’s going to be there.

The two of you head back to your bedroom and climb onto your bed. 

He’s happy when you move closer to him, he’ll even move you so that you were laying fully on his chest, letting you get comfortable.

And to help sooth you, since you were still a little shaken by the nightmare, of course he starting with those little purrs, which you’re able to feel vibrating through his chest.

It’s incredibly soothing and you feel protected in his embrace, so you fall asleep again pretty quickly.

Well, there’s no way you’ll be spending your nights any differently now.

[castielmacleod]

HeIIers will hate John, a selfish abusive radge who acts like a drill sergeant dictator toward his own family, and love Dean, a *checks notes* selfish abusive radge who acts like a drill sergeant dictator toward his own family

“Oh but Dean’s only like that because of John” Ok? And that absolves Dean of responsibility for his own actions? His dad treated him terribly so he doesn’t have to make any effort to do better for Sam (who also survived John’s abuse btw!) and Cas and whoever else? I’m an abuse survivor. Should I just let myself treat everyone else like shit because of it?

“Well Chuck has been controlling Dean from the start! He made him act like that for the drama!” If Chuck’s been controlling Dean since the start then have we ever actually seen what a non-Chuck-controlled Dean would be like outside of 15x20? Or if Chuck has only been controlling Dean partially, then where exactly is the line between which of Dean’s actions were forced by Chuck and which were Dean’s alone? Or is this excuse only for Dean’s actions that you personally disagree with?

“Tptb just wrote him ooc over and over again” Usually when a character is written a certain way over and over again we’d actually start to call that consistent characterisation. If you don’t like it that’s one thing but it’s not really ooc if it’s something he keeps doing in a completely predictable and formulaic fashion.

“But Dean is so sad about it :(” Oh is he? Can I get your opinion on Kylo Ren for a minute? Or Billy Hargrove? Just quickly. What amount of sad, in your mind, starts to “make up” for the horrific and abusive ways in which Dean treats other people, particularly when there were zero attempts made by Dean to change or improve?

“Well secret good Dean isn’t like that” Good for secret good Dean. I don’t know that guy though. I can only comment on the guy I saw in the show and honestly I still see most of you engaging directly with canon Dean anyway, and not actually doing anything to amend his treatment of Cas for instance and in fact I see textbook verbal, emotional, and even physical abuse from Dean to Cas excused and romanticised constantly so. Secret good Dean doesn’t appear to be all too secret or for that matter good, imo

“He has really good moments though!” He does! Taken out of context he has really good, charming, funny, interesting, and/or sympathetic moments here and there. I can see that. I’m not sure how that makes up for the other 90% of the time when he is, put lightly, NOT having a good moment.

“It’s just Supernatural, literally everyone’s toxic, just get over it” And so we come back to why John is hated, then, if Dean gets to be excused, given that they treat their loved ones the same way. If everyone’s toxic because it’s Supernatural and you’re saying people shouldn’t or can’t have a problem with Dean because of that, why should anyone have a problem with John? I mean if it’s just Supernatural where everyone’s toxic. Why don’t people “get over” him? You see how that sounds insane?

“Well I love Dean and I’m not going to stop loving him because of someone’s rant on tumblr” Oh believe me, I know