#I'm still a bit woozy so I may have worded something wrong

[dazzlerazz]

Body positivity absolutely includes skinny people by the way. Just because someone is skinny or thinner does not mean that they don't face harassment or hate for the way that they look. Being skinny does not mean someone doesn't face disgusting comments from friends or family or even straight up strangers for example. Being skinny does not mean that person should be left out of body positivity. Body positivity includes ALL bodies, and if your body positivity doesn't include thin or skinny people, then it isn't proper body positivity. You can absolutely love fat bodies, but that doesn't mean you should put down or ignore skinny bodies

#razz talks #I hope this comes across okay #I'm still a bit woozy so I may have worded something wrong #but the moots will get what I mean

[azsazz]

can i just say you always have impeccable timing with your MM updates?? like i’ve been following the story since right before i gave birth, and it’s like every time i need a lil pick me up from figuring out parenting or like today (just had my gallbladder removed lmfao), i get on tumblr and it’s like boom! update. i call it my little treat hehe it’s so nice to be read through your stuff because it gives me something to think about and helps me center my mind

but i genuinely love the storyline and the way that you write things, and if you ever do plan on taking this story and reworking it to publish it, i will be one of the first people in line to buy it!! thank you for sharing your gift with us and i hope you have a wonderful day ❤️❤️❤️

(also i love the way you wrote rowan. crusty little buzzard but he’s bbygirl so i guess i can let it slide, not really. maybe. idk yet

BUT manon too?! i’m still trying to figure out who the third girl was, i’m leaning towards gwyn but im loopy from the pain pills so i could be wrong but i live, love, laugh for these cameos!!)

okay i’m gonna get out of your inbox before i start typing woozy stuff hehe

omg, i hope you're feeling okay after your procedure! thank you for taking the time to come here and message me because holy moly i'm tearing up right now, you are so kind 🥹🥹 glad to be of help or distraction in anyway that i can!

the end goal for mm is to have a bit of a rewrite and then def going to try and publish it which is totally terrifying in itself but i'm so excited! so thank you for the boost of confidence because this really has been my baby and all of the reactions/responses/comments have been so incredible and make me so so happy and feel like i can actually do this, so thank you 💙💙

poor rowan lol, someone has to be a douche but it felt right for him. he's probably on their college lacrosse team too haha

it may have been gwyn 👀👀 good eye! yes, the cameos are so so fun to write i love it, and there is another cameo coming in the next part as well 😏

thanks again for all of the kind words!! ily and hope you feel better soon!

#midnight muse

[unhingedselfships]

Kadokura throws a tantrum off screen

CW : off screen gun violence, blood

It wasn’t at all unusual for her to let herself in. Maybe she’d gotten a little too comfortable, but oh well. He hadn’t thrown her out yet. …Well not permanently anyway.

The staff head had led her to wait in the office. She was a bit early, but not so much that they’d try to turn her away. Of course, given her attention span, it may as well have been forever.

She’d tried just sitting and waiting, but that quickly got old, and instead she puttered about the office, looking for anything personal or interesting.

Kadokura kept his rooms so dull. 

She should bring him some trinkets. Again.

Scrunching her face and groaning in boredom, she suddenly stilled, eyes catching on something.

A card? In the trash. It kinda didn’t look like it was there purposefully. Maybe like it had fallen? The angle had it carelessly plopped on top. Maybe it had accidentally been pushed off the desk.

She rocked on her heels, debating, weighing propriety versus impulse. Alas, impulse won out, and she snatched up the red envelope.

She spun it around, the writing was nice, she didn’t recognize the return address or name. 

The flap was torn open, and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

With a pained groan and a guilty wiggle, she tugged the card out and let her nosiness win. 

It was a nice card, she supposed. Reading it over she squinted, brow furrowing. She flipped the envelope back around to compare and, no she was right, the names in the card and the name on the envelope didn’t match. Interesting.

Reading more closely, she tilted her head. They had a family, pretty standard card fare. Oh. Was this from Kadokura’s elusive brother? Rei mentioned him once or twice, when Kenshi wasn’t listening.

Absently she heard the man’s sarcastic exuberant greeting and the door open, but it was the sudden silence that caught her attention.

Looking up slowly, she noticed how still he was. The look, or perhaps lack of one, in his eyes. Paradoxically her face drained and flushed all at once. 

“I’m sorry?”

She felt rather like standing on a ridge. Step one way and she'd step back down onto, maybe unsure, but solid footing. The other and she'd be ripped down into fathomless depths.

Problem was, she didn't know which way was which.

"Um. Guess that's the brother Rei-nee mentioned? You have a nice family. They seem very nice. I didn't know you were an uncle already. That's nice. Anyway um-" she was panic babbling. 

She'd stepped wrong.

…

Nothing could have prepared her for the level of anger he'd expressed. 

She'd tried so hard to talk him down, to soothe him but nothing worked.

And when he escalated she pressed herself into a corner.

She kept trying to apologize. To beg.

But nothing worked.

He'd told her to leave and eventually she listened.

Sort of.

He wanted her gone-gone but she couldn't bring herself to do that. Too many factors.

So she'd hidden in the kitchen. Tried baking. Absently she knew it would all have to be pitched. The wooziness had her measurements off, and anyway there was blood in everything. 

Staff had tried to coax her out or shuffle her off but she just ignored them.

She'd have to make it up to them later.

"I told you to leave."

His voice was cold. Cruel. And she flinched.

"I know, I'm sorry I just-"

"Just what, Wichtel?"

Fuck. Not the surname. Had she truly created such a great rift so carelessly?

"If I left now, people would find out. I can't go to a doctor, or I won't have as much control over the story and I need to be very careful how any of this is told to Daigo and I-"

She took a deep breath.

"I can't find an exit wound and I don't think I can dig the bullet out myself."

He blinked at her words, and seemed to suddenly register the copious amount of blood smeared around his kitchen.

At least this time his fit of less anger and more panic? Still plenty of anger.

He made sure she knew this was her own fault. That she was the one who fucked up.

She wouldn’t have been slowly bleeding out in his kitchen if she’d been good.

It was in the quiet, as he pulled a final stitch through, closing the hole in her hip, and she fought to remain conscious, that he whispered.

"My brother-" he clammed up, "I don't want to talk about him."

"Ok, Kenshi. I'm sorry."

#yakkimi #kadokura kenshi #drabble #one shot

[kyemeruth]

Too little, too late?

It has been some months since I last posted here. A lot of things happened. Went back home to teach after studying for a year, organized a month-long training, volunteered for campaigns until the final days before our elections yesterday.

Last night I cannot sleep. I'm trying to sing Rosas in my mind, praying for a miracle. I've always prayed for a victory against the son of the dictator, even with the littlest of margins. However, we may be confirming what surveys have been telling us all along. My heart is pounding while I try to sleep. I've been fidgeting, feeling hungry and woozy at the same time. I tried reading but Marie Lu's Legend also deals with a plague and a torturous Republic. So I closed my eyes but here I am wide awake, typing words that seeks refuge and meaning.

I outlined the lessons I'd be recording and teaching for the next few weeks. Hoping I'd find yet another resolve to speak and resist; but also knowing that our state universities as bastions of academic freedom and expression are on the verge of losing it to a possible resurgence of the dictator's son. It is scary.

I wanted to cry, to let the tears flow; but even then, it won't. I'm holding onto the hope that our people's movement would translate into resistance, even at the slimmest numbers. I have not checked Twitter and closed messaging apps with my friends since 11pm last night. There remains a quiet hum in the streets, telling us that the days would continue.

Have our efforts been too little, too late? We did our best, to my mind. But maybe, the very disinformation I am studying has found fertile ground among many Pinoys. They remained disenfranchised and unheard, and so maybe, that message of unity have resonated, that promise of gold or even the aspiration of living a bit better took hold.

Time and again, we cannot blame such fervor. There's never that "bobo" vote. Our choices reflect our values and aspirations. The majority vote may be different from ours, but still this is the beauty and damnation of democracy: that we speak from the overflow of our hearts. Indeed, we cannot discount the fact that fraudulent activities and further disenfranchisement of voter rights have occurred. We must make every effort to demand accountability from these kinds of actions.

May be rambling here. Sleep evades me still. Later on, we must carry on; with greater resistance and charge even with fear beckoning us from behind. We must continue to teach in the face of historical revisionism; to deliberate and demand for critical debates instead of relying on propaganda speeches and evasive statements.

There are many stories that I've held onto amid these trying times. Frodo was ready to give up towards the end of The Two Towers, but Sam beckon us towards hope:

"I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness, and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it'll shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something... That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo...and it's worth fighting for."

More recently, in my daily devotions, the Word of God asks us to hold on. The people of Israel found an honest and virtuous judge with Deborah. And last night, I found some grounding from Jesus' unfailing promise: that He delivers. Fear can be overwhelming, even the mighty David trembled; but God tells us to trust his power and deliverance. In the same thread, we must always thank God for leaders who deliver. He has overcome the world for His, and I trust His sovereignty in all these trying times.

#elections 2022 #philippines