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rottenpumpkin13 · 19 days

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Does Genesis go on a diet after Angeal comments how tiny Sephiroth's waist is?

CW: Body image/body issues

It'll take a lot more than a comment from Angeal to get Genesis Rhapsodos to give up his overpriced coffee—that's 80% sugar—and the handfuls of Red Hots he eats when he's nose-deep in a novel.

Genesis pledged to never again alter his meals to conform to a certain goal ever again. As a child, Hollander crafted dietary plans for him, urging him to "gain a little weight" or "bulk up like the other boys his age," all which made Genesis' frail, "bony" eight-year-old body fill with rage. He sought to cherish and take pride in his body as he matured. Plus, puberty did a number on his height and muscle gain, so why should he feel inferior?

His body both exuded an ambiguous allure when shrouded in layers, and a masculine strength when they were shed—which was just the image SOLDIER wanted from its newly recruited Thirds.

He spent the majority of the war and his youth fixated on becoming a hero, becoming known, building a reputation that everyone would remember. The way all the boys around him seemed to grow in height and weight while he stayed stagnant didn't bother him until he and Angeal were promoted to Second Class, and Sephiroth came along.

Genesis pretended it didn't bother him that Sephiroth and Angeal were the same height. He feigned indifference when Sephiroth complained of growing pains, or how his own arms looked like twigs compared to Angeal's. Admitting to insecurities would be showing weakness—a notion utterly inconceivable to him. He was not weak, no matter what stories his physique told to others.

But Sephiroth's physical perfection tormented him. Genesis couldn't fathom how someone could be so immaculately perfect. One could compose sonnets about Sephiroth's muscle definition, write articles praising the width of his shoulders, and spend hours marveling at his perfectly slender waist.

Nights were spent on Genesis' behalf, choking down envy so that he didn't throw it back up. His waist would never look like that—not without the rest of his body thinning out too.

Sephiroth towered over everyone, and with that long hair of a color that was impossible to replicate with dye, it was like the goddess herself her crafted him from the flesh of the lamb men sacrificed to keep beauty in the world.

And it drove Genesis absolutely mad. Because devoted like he was, he would sacrifice himself on an altar to keep the goddess happy and have everything he could ever want, yet all she granted him was illness and a body that the magazines and articles constantly compared to Sephiroth's.

Honestly, he was grateful when he was promoted to First Class and had the liberty of accentuating his uniform with personal details. He could do anything he wanted, show as much skin and wear the fabric as tight as he pleased.

Yet he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't bear the prospect of standing next to his friend, looking "almost like Sephiroth, but not quite right"

The red leather coat was perfect. It was snug enough in the arms to make his muscle definition visible, bright and captivating to make him stand out, and its shape kept his body ambiguous, inviting positive speculation. It gave him the freedom of not having to worry what his body looked like in public all the time. He was a good actor, great at acting like his own body didn't bother him, and even better at acting like the mere mention of Sephiroth's physical perfection wasn't enough to make the resentment in his heart send him into cardiac arrest.

So to answer your question, he does go on a diet—a mental diet of jealousy, where every meal is bitter, unfulfilling and the end result will surely make him rot.

#cw body talk #cw body image #cw body dysmorphia #tw body issues #tw body image #tw body dysmorphia #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #headcanons

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pleaseeeimjustagirl · 4 months

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♡Weekly Chronicles♡

Hey babes! I've missed you guysss I am so happy I had an amazing trip it was so nice. I went to a convention in Maryland for 5 days it was so nice. I definitely left with a lot of knowledge so many amazing people spoke at the lectures<3 and I'm sorry I missed the weekly affirmations for this week.

♡Education♡

I applied for all my classes for next semester before my trip. I’m low-key excited about the classes I have coming up. Lot of different courses since I'm almost done with my major required classes now I need to fill the rest of my credits with electives. I have an art class next semester just for fun. I can't wait to meet the people in my classes. I have to take this math class I am not excited for at all I hate math lol so every time I update you girliesss on this class I'll probably be complaining lol.

♡Mental♡

Interacting with different people this past week has been very good for me mentally. It brought me back to pre-quarantine Khadija who was such a big extrovert. After covid, I started to have mild social anxiety so this was needed. I dealt with a little insecurities while on my trip interacting with so many beautiful women I started to doubt my looks comparison is the thief of joy, I practiced a lot of the methods my therapist recommended like canceling one negative thought with two positive thoughts. I realized I was all in my head for no reason. I love watching Leo Skepi when I am feeling this way he always gets me together. I highly recommend him if you are dealing with a lack of discipline, self-confidence, or just need someone to get you together with tough love he is that guyyy. Side noteee I missed my antidepressant dose twice in a row because of traveling back to New York and it low-key made me hazy like it was super weird but I took it today.

♡Physical♡

While I was away I ate super bad! The event was an African-focused event so the food there wasn’t healthy at all. I was going to stick to my diet while on my trip but I decided I'm on a trip let me relax and I don't regret it at all. But I am seeing the consequences of my food choices now I am soooo bloated lol. So I am starting a cleanse tomorrow for the next 14 days I already prepped my ginger shot for the morning I want to flush my system out completely going into the new year. I don't recommend cleanses especially to my babes that have dealt with ED’s always consult your doctors before starting anything. I just do what works for me.

♡Hobbies♡

Now that I am back I can get back to being consistent with my Italian, pilates, and weight lifting. I was so sad I could not lift I feel like I'm low-key obsessed with lifting lol it feels so good and I've been seeing results, especially in my lower body. While I was gone I didn't have any time to do my hobbies they had us in lectures and events constantly. I practiced my Italian once which I'm happy about. I plan on starting jewelry making next week I'm super excited it was one of my favorite hobbies when I was in middle school. I used to make earrings and bracelets.

♡Plans For The Weekend♡

My birthday is Sunday, December 31st! I am turning 21 yay! I am super excited I don't have anything planned for my birthday. I am going to have a mini celebration with my family and watch the ball drop my siblings bought me presents so I'm excited to open everything. I'm starting my cleanse so I'll be working out and taking good care of my body internally and externally so I'll be off social media this weekend and focused on my mental and physical health. I plan on creating my vision board and listing my goals this year. My dad is ordering my camera I used to have a YouTube channel but I took a break to work on my self-improvement journey I do plan on getting back on my YouTube grind soon lol so look out for that coming out in 2024!

This week's little journal entrieee a lot happened this week and I'm excited to see what this new year brings babesss. Comment your plans this weekend and how did your week go?

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delicatesoundofthunderr · 9 months

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Lock-up ~ Chapter 1

{Charles Leclerc x Reader}

Y/N L/N is the new hope of RedBull. Though, her start to the season could’ve known some better days. With RedBull’s pressure, her dad’s reminders that she is only here because of him and Max’s behaviour, Y/N has a lot on her mind.

Someone she used to know seems to notice, but can’t decided wether or not to help.

Read to see how this all unfolds ❤️

hope yall enjoy!!

•••

I changed a bit of things in F1 to make this story work, therefore Perez does not exist anymore 😭. Also the calendar is different, and I made the reader Canadian but her dad's Italian.

The story will be both present, and past for flashbacks and explanations.

Heres a short diagram of the teams Charles and Y/N have been in.

Charles Y/N

2018 (F2): Prema Dams

2019-2020 (F1): Sauber Racing Point

present (F1): Ferrari RedBull

This fanfic includes all the good stuff, from closed proximity to forbidden love, you guys won't ever be bored 🤭

Enjoy!!

•••

Present Day - Spain GP, race #7

" And it's a red flag here in Spain... Who could possibly- Oh and it's Charles Leclerc and Y/N L/N who have crashed!" the commentator's voice boomed through the speakers.

Both cars were immobile in the gravel pits of the circuit, with Charles' front wing stuck in the wall.

" For those of you that are new to Formula One, let's just say these two have made it a habit of constantly fighting each other since the start of the season... once in a while resulting into both of their DNFs," The other commentator continued.

" What a fucking idiot. Turning into me like that, what the hell was i supposed to do?" Y/N complained in her radio.

" If she keeps pulling stuff like that she could literally kill someone, including herself. When will she learn to control herself?" Charles screamed in his team radio.

Both drivers got out of their cars without a scratch, and the glare they gave each other through furrowed brows must've been the most intense part of the whole crash.

•••

It wasn't always like this. Battling the other dangerously, loathing stares, and hateful speeches.

Two years ago, when you were with Racing Point and he Sauber, you and Charles were inseparable. People went as far as saying you guys were dating, but that theory was quickly shut down since at that time Charles had a girlfriend and you were seeing someone.

You guys had formed habits together, but the most important one was skiing in the Alps in the off season.

•••

2 Years Ago - Italian Alps

" Where do you think you're going next?" you ask Charles on the chairlift.

The beautiful and vast Alps were mesmerizing to look at from the chairlift, but Charles had his eyes somewhere else.

" I think we should go... Hörnli." he says, with a determined look on his face.

" Not the ski slopes idiot, the next F1 team you're joining," you laugh.

Skiing and hiking the Alps was your tradition with Charles. It was your third time doing it by now.

" Oh my god I'm so stupid. Well Ferrari have reached out, so if I have the opportunity I'm definitely taking it. What about you?" he watches you carefully.

" I don't know yet. I should know soon though." You added with a smile that quickly faded.

" Don't worry, There's definitely a big team that has you in their sights." He said, flashing you a smile. " Imagine you end up in Ferrari with me!" he added hopefully.

" Oh I don't think you could handle me beating you every race." you teased, shoving him slightly.

" Oh, You wish! Still... I must admit you're the toughest opponent I've had... yet." he smugly added.

His compliment had caught you off-guard.

" You really think so?" you questioned with a cocky smile. " I'm touched."

" I said yet, and with the cars that we have right now. We'll see when we're in bigger teams." he challenged.

" You didn't specify cars..." you teased.

" Oh shut up," he chuckles, hitting you with his ski stick.

Your laughs could almost be heard echoing in the vast mountains of Italy.

Then, you signed with RedBull.

•••

The tension began at the start of this season, ever since Charles joined his dear Scuderia and you RedBull.

Ever since the Canadian Grand Prix.

Charles' selfish action had cost him his already fragile friendship with you. He wanted to get back at you for what you did to him in Monaco. He let his greed cloud his thoughts, but perhaps there was another emotion present in his thinking...

•••

Past - Monaco GP - race 1

Y/N POV

I had to prove myself. Being the only woman on the F1 grid put a suffocating pressure on my chest, because I had to be perfect no matter the occasion. On and off track.

Winning this historical race meant winning everybody's respect. Especially my dad's. He would have no other choice but to hug me tightly after the win, right? Surely he wouldn't have any reasons to be disappointed in me?

I was both eager and scared to find out. My dad only wants the best for me, but he sometimes struggles to show it. Still, I wouldn't ask for anything else. His severe teaching is the only reason I'm here.

•••

30 seconds before the lights go out. I close my eyes and go over the track in my head one last time before taking in as much air possible in my lungs and letting it go steadily. I tune out every distraction around me and look up without blinking.

Two cars in front.

Lewis on pole and Charles following.

The red lights are on... and off.

I don't have an amazing start but I manage to keep my position. The first few laps require the fullest of my concentration because of Monaco's tight corners and every car being close. I finally hear Ryan (my engineer) telling me to slow down and keep a good pace.

That was until Lewis made a mistake, leading to Charles and I passing him. There was only Charles in front now. No, not Charles. A car.

I was simply looking at a red car who, by team orders, needed to be passed.

And so I attacked. Trying to push the ferrari into making a single mistake, one I could benefit from.

The ferrari in front was incredibly good at defending, and my heart started to beat faster. There were only a few laps left. I had to win, I needed to win.

My impatience got the best of me. It pushed me over the limit, and I was the one that made the mistake. I didn't brake soon enough.

A bit of smoke is all I remember before disassociating from the moment. I fucked up. My dad was never going to let me forget this. What was the media going to say? I ruined both my race and Charles'. Not even one of us was going to celebrate tonight.

My stomach ached so much. My head was spinning. I saw two hands reaching out to me and helping me up from my seat. Was it Charles? Maybe he forgives me. He had to.

I opened my eyes and saw the ones of a worried marshal. He set me down and my eyes instantly searched for Charles'.

I found his eyes glued to his car, then they finally met mine. The look in his eyes made my heart drop. Hatred. Hatred I created.

I knew I couldn't run up to him right now, But I had to speak to him. We've had our conflicts on-track, but they never lasted long off-track. This time was different.

I start to walk away, and then looked up to lock eyes with my father's. Disappointment. My heart pinched and anger rose in me.

•••

After the race I searched for Charles everywhere and finally found him by the stands, walking alone.

"Charles!" I call out, half expecting him to walk the other way.

He simply stopped walking and looked at me expectantly.

" Listen I'm- " But he cuts me off.

" Y/N you don't have to say anything. Racing is racing. You shouldn't stop yourself from attacking just because I'm the one in the car in front." he said, rather coldly.

I felt so relieved to hear that. I lifted my arms up to hug him, but he quickly took ahold of my wrist. He closed his eyes, and gripped my wrist tighter.

"Just... Expect the same in following races." He said, opening his eyes with a piercing gaze.

He let go of my wrist gently and turned his back on me, leaving me all alone.

What the fuck. What did he mean? His anger would probably dissipate before the next race, like it always did. Like he said, I shouldn't just stop overtaking him to make him happy.

•••

The media ate me alive, and it made me even more frustrated. First race for Redbull and this is what happens...

I make my way out of the interview room and see my dad. My throat starts to close.

" Terrible start, terrible attacking, and overall shitty race. This isn't the result of my teaching, is it?" he coldly states.

"No." I mutter out.

" What? I couldn't quite hear." he says.

" No, it's not! It's my fault entirely." I say truthfully. This was not a good example of my driving and even less of my dad's guidance.

" There you go." my dad says, patting me on the shoulder.

•••

Past - Canadian GP - race #2

Y/N POV

I qualified like shit for my home grand prix. P6 because my car had a problem, and if it wasn't enough, Charles was P7 behind me. I'll show him that his little speech didn't scare me and it was childish of him to menace me with his words.

The race was tight. I had managed to get up to P3, but Charles was very close behind. I defended him fiercely, and for a moment I thought I had it. That was until his "tires locked up" and he hit my side. Both cars were able to get back on track, although Charles ended up passing me because of this. It didn't matter. I fell down to P8 and finished the race with a disappointing P7. I was fucking fuming.

" What the hell is wrong with him? He got a penalty for that right?" I complain in my team radio at the end of the race.

" Um, unfortunately Y/N, there doesn't seem to be any penalty taken from ferrari's part." Ryan tells me.

"WHAT?" I exclaim.

How was that even fucking possible? Did me and the FIA see the same crash?

•••

The post-race interviews were now happening.

" Y/N, I'm not trying to jump to conclusions, but that move pulled off by Charles seemed intentional. Any thoughts?" the interviewer questioned.

" Yeah I think it says a lot about him," I stated angrily. "What happened in Monaco was a mistake and he had NO right to ruin my home race in return. Him not getting a penalty is also very surprising. I'll never forget this childish act from both Leclerc and the FIA." I replied, pissed.

" Those are harsh words coming from your mouth, L/N. Yet, I think this could be the start of a new rivalry between Ferrari and Redbull. Do you?" the reporter continued.

" Definitely." I firmly said.

•••

You met Leclerc on the way back to the RedBull garage.

" I can't fucking believe you Charles, Monaco was a mistake but this? This was on purpose. You did this just to prove what, exactly?" You voiced, irritated.

Charles' expression was unreadable. He seemed at conflict with himself, trying to figure out what to say.

"I think," Charles paused. " I think we should keep our distances from now on."

Your mouth fell slightly open. After all you guys had done together, the strong bond you guys had created?

" Oh, don't worry about that." You stated angrily, storming off.

•••

Present Day - Post Spain GP - race 7

You felt disappointed after today's race, like any other race that finished badly. You loved your team so much- the team that had taken you in after only a year in F1, the team that constantly supported you... Although recently you could see their trust in you falter. You couldn't help but feel like you let RedBull down each time you made a mistake, like you felt with your dad.

Max ended up winning, so you congratulated him and gave him a quick hug that didn't go unnoticed by a certain someone.

Max was like a literal brother to you, having a similar character to yours and the same dad experiences.

" You really gotta stop targeting Charles like that, Y/N. The team won't like it, and I like you, so you better stick around and stop holding grudges." Max joked.

" Mate did you see the incident? I swear he turned into me!" you retorted, eyes wide.

" Yeah..." Max chuckled, not convinced.

" Oh my god just go on the podium already." You annoyingly said, giving him one last tap on the shoulder.

Max left while laughing, and you were left smiling alone. You didn't want to listen to him when he said you should stop holding a grudge on Leclerc, but a part of you knew he was right. You should definitely focus on the championship, since a gap had formed between you and the leaders. This definitely stressed you out, with your dad's constant high expectations and the team slowly losing hope in your talent.

A sudden pair of eyes found yours in the crowd.

Leclerc's eyes had a new look in them, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. You simply furrowed your brows and looked away.

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Quite a long chapter to start with, and i think the following ones will be shorter. Also this was copied from my wattpad, so if theres any mistakes im sorry hahaha

Hope yall enjoyed 💞

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barbiesdelicioustoes · 9 months

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Grumpy Scaramouche x Reader

Summary: A certain someone feels honoured to be hated by you, however, he secretly wishes it was the other way around.

A/N: I hope to never do anything impulsive in 11:00pm again. Period.

Hatred was foreign to you. an unfamiliar experience as you were forgiving and kind, your understanding personality was incapable of carelessly showing your hatred. Throughout the years, you've learned to suck it up and let it rot.

You loved and you still do, you pour your love carelessly to others, get attached, then cry it out. Eventually, you'd move on. It was a cycle. Everyone told you that you were a fool. Indeed you were, but that didn't stop you from being loving and forgiving.

Admirable you were, loveable you were, how amazing you would be as a lover. Men and even women loved you, yet never had the patience to continue courting you, thus it resulted in you having a few exes.

You've practically never hated anyone so, why do you hate him so much?

Your bestfriend, Kazuha, had currently abandoned you in your classes to assist his father leaving you with a grumpy friend of his to deal with.

"Um, hey?" The attempt was a fail. He simply gave you a glance then went to his phone. Ah, he's not talkative, I see.

Not a single available seat was nowhere to be found, and he's also new anyway, what's the worst thing that can happen with being seatmates with him?

His preposterous personality, apparently.

The first time you had your conversation with him was when he wanted to ask for your notes, as the kind person you were, you lended him some. "Your handwriting sucks." While casually flipping through the pages, your eyes widen at the comment, "Excuse me? You borrow my notes and have the audacity to complain?"

"I'm not complaining. I'm merely commenting on your hilarious notes." A twitch in your eye gave you the realisation, i hate this guy. "Then give me back my notes." You retort, extending your arm to grab your notes but he simply moves it away and sends you a smirk.

"No. It's fine. Whatever."

"What an ass.." You mutter.

The first week passed and god, you never wanted to throw somebody out of the window so bad. Mona was apparently his cousin, which was a shock to you because you were friends with her.

But even Mona complains about his crass mouth and rebellious attitude.

"I pity you, [Name]. He's incredibly annoying and irritating that even you would want to punch his face.*

You only chuckle, finding it laughable because it was true. She celebrated your first hatred for a real living person.

Typically, the two of you would be bickering around the classroom, doesn't matter if it was class hours or on break. Teachers wouldn't let this slide however, you were one of their students that feigned diligence and elegance as Scara was an upper class student with brilliant academic performance, so the only choice left was to simply separate the two of you.

And so you two did separate for.. only a day.

Somehow, just somehow, the adviser put you back together with the excuse of, "You and he are compatible! Great representatives of the school."

You stood there looking like a question mark wondering what kind of tricks fate played on you, but unbeknownst to you, a grape-haired man grins at your stiff figure.

Teachers often paired you two in contests and quizzes held by other schools, surprisingly, both of you actually worked together and passed quite alot. However, inside your classroom, both of you are intense rivals. Constantly bombarding the teachers with question from both of you two, participating in heated debates, comparing scores that was normally perfect, and even if the two of you were groupmates, you'd still battle on who's the better at leading the group.

"No, it's better if we do this before the week of the deadlin–"

"I disagree, I say we do this before two weeks of the deadline."

"That is too early, give mercy to our groupmates!"

"Ugh."

He rolled his eyes and sighed in defeat.

"Oh, thank you [Name]!" Your classmate sigh while clinging to your arm. "I can't believe that jerk! We literally have a month to do this and he expects us to finish it before two weeks!?" You furrow your eyebrows at her remark, feeling an awful need to defend your seatmate. A laugh escapes your lips as you meet a pair of blue eyes.

"C'mon, just leave it. I'll handle the research, alright?" The girl clinging to your arm jumps happily as she hugs you tightly. "Thank you! I'll deal with the presentation." I feel like a mother. "Sure."

"I'll join in on the research." A familiar voice says, leaving you shocked and baffled. You whip your head to question the indigo haired man.

"What?"

"I said, I'll join in on the research."

A murmured 'oh' was all you gave him before raising an eyebrow, "but why? I'm perfectly capable of handling this research."

He leans in more to his chair while keeping eye contact, "i just want to."

"You two have been hanging out quite alot lately." It was clear that Kazuha was referring to your seatmate. "Kazuha, we're seatmates." That didn't convince him however. He leaned in closer to you as you simply stared at him with a frigid expression

"You're not being convincing, [Name]. You know what, I always thought you weren't gonna hate and was patient enough to deal with him, but," He chuckles, "who would've thought you'd hate him?"

Yeah. You wondered why you hated him too.

He did make you furious quite a lot with his snarky remarks and actions, but he never really did anything wrong, did he? But then again, it would be weird if I didn't like him.

So you shrug your thoughts and attempted to change the topic, in which you succeed.

(A disappointed sigh slips from Kazuha's lips when you don't notice his sarcastic tone.)

Ah but there is a saying that, "there is a thin line between love and hate." And god, you hated it.

The way you notice how his eyes widen when he listens to your playlist, the way you notice how his cheeks flushed when you hugged him for the first time, the way you notice how his ears perk up when you mention his favourite artist, the way you notice his sweet messages behind his mean comments, the way you notice how he lets you sleep in his shoulder when you're tired, and god you hated how you notice everything about him.

One week left, and you two are no longer seatmates. You should be happy, this is what you wanted after all right? For him to stop pestering you about his mother's sly girlfriend, for him to stop stepping on your foot whenever you tease him, for him to stop sending mean comments about your notes, for him to–

Are you really happy about it?

Two days.

Two days left.

"Kazuha," the soft call of his name causes him to turn and look at you, "I think I like Scara."

...

"I knew it," A laugh was all to be heard, "Heizou owes me 70 mora, Itto owes me 100 mora, Ayato owes m–"

You were now flushed deep red.

"What!? You made bets?" He cackles before he stares at you seriously in the eye. "Also, [Name], you should confess."

Scara, who you've hated basically almost the entire school year, was now napping on your shoulder and as someone who claims to hate him, awkwardly shifts so he wakes up and adjusts his sleeping position.

"Stop moving." He whispered softly as he furrowed his eyebrows. A sigh left your lips. "Whatever." You sneakily slid the letter you wrote in his bag.

The serene atmosphere makes you ponder and go back to all those times you swore to never, ever like any trait of his. How nostalgic. You gaze out the train window, looking back at memories that amused you.

A deep hue of blue painted the sky as your grumpy seatmate nuzzles yet again in your shoulder. A strand of his hair prods at your ear and you grumble at the sensation.

"Mhm.." You shift your attention to him. "I'll confess.. tomorrow..

That alone, crushed your heart.

What if he was seeing someone?

You never thought of the possibility, considering he barely gets any friends, let alone a crush. But then again, he never really speaks of his love life, does he?

An unsettling feeling crawls through your stomach to your chest, not allowing you to breathe at ease. You hoped your stop would be here soon.

It felt as if years passed by although it was simply 30 minutes. You shake your seatmate to wake him up. He didn't wake up. "Scara.. wake up. I gotta go home." He groggily intertwines your arms together as your eyes widen in surprise. "Scara!" What's up with him today!?

"Ugh." He clicks his tounge before letting you go.

Love. Love, a feeling you experience everyday, even at the tiniest things. Everyone would refrain from calling you a judgemental person full of hate towards others. You love everyone and everyone loves you too!

Although one would feel honoured to be "hated" by you, and that very someone is currently sitting beside you.

At the bench of an amusement park lays you and Scaramouche, as a comfortable silence lingers in the air. You were quite nervous, I mean, the letter contains your confession and you had given it to him.. last week.

The silence was too unbearable, so you decided to break it.

"Haha, uh, well. How was your confession last week?"

Instead of even bothering to reply, he simply glances at you then props his head at yours. As you were about to comment on his sudden affectionate action, he made you still at his next words.

"I like you too."

Perhaps, you really are meant to love.

A/N: I hate this shit

#scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin modern au #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche oneshot #never doing this again

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anishake · 8 months

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Orihime’s TYBW outfit is absolutely disrespectful to her character.

People are actively discussing if Orihime’s boob-revealing outfit gets censored or not. To my absolute bafflement, I see someone comment about how it’s better to censor it, since IR shippers will find a way to disrespect her character. I won’t even get in discourse about how being an IR shipper doesn’t equal to being Orihime-hater. I just want to discuss how the actual disrespect was done to Orihime by Kubo only, when he decided to use her as a fanservice in the most uncomfortable and unreasonable way ever.

First, the outfit wasn’t her choice. It was actually created by URAHARA who manipulated her into wearing the dress by convincing her Ichigo would like it.

Moreover, we are talking about an UNDERAGE and naïve girl here. I can’t stress enough the word MANIPULATED here. Urahara uses her as a way to satisfy his weird fetishes and plays a supposed “matchmaker”.

Moving on to the “Ichigo would like it” part. I don’t think it’s arguable that Ichigo is a PRUDE. He purposely ignores Orihime’s outfit, not saying anything and trying to be respectful, because he wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings. But again, Urahara comes into the scene asking about his opinion and Ichigo is left admitting that she is showing too much which results in Orihime being absolutely bothered with the way she looks.

This whole scene isn't funny, sexy or entertaining. It's just plain uncomfortable and a big FY to Orihime as a woman and a love interest.

There are just so many things wrong with THIS particular fanservice. Kubo Tite has once again reduced Inoue’s character to just big BOOBS, but people will complain that some fans don’t like her character. The author himself doesn’t respect her character enough and constantly underuses her, period.

#bleach #tybw #anti tite kubo #inoue orihime #kurosaki ichigo #orihime inoue #ichigo kurosaki #urahara kisuke #kisuke urahara #meta

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Headcanons for Akashi when he's sad 😔

I did a cute one last night for Akashi laughing, so I thought I'd flip the script and break y'alls hearts rq with some headcanons I have for when Akashi isn't feeling all too great.

First of all, let's start with any canon material we have of Akashi being openly sad. There really isn't much. The only times we see him like that in the main series are at his mother's funeral as a child during that flashback, and then directly after he lost to Seirin. Even with the second instance, he tried to hold in his tears as best as he could and still put on a brave smile to go and shake hands with Kuroko. Aside from that, the only other instance I can think of is during the drama CD (season 3 volume 9) where he had a bit of an argument with Murasakibara.

Canonically, we know why he is almost never openly sad. With such high expectations placed on him by his father, the superintendents of Teiko, and even himself, showing sadness was a form of weakness. This is why, despite the fact that he was clearly overwhelmed with too much work throughout his entire childhood, he never complained. His father likely drilled that mentality into him to just suck it up and keep it pushing, because Akashi wasn't even allowed time to process his grief after losing his mother, the only support system he ever had. With this information in mind, let's get into my headcanons.

First of all, what makes Akashi upset? The first thing I can think of is his massive workload paired with the high expectations placed on him. There are probably some days when all of it is just too overwhelming and he gets stressed out, worried that he won't be able to handle it all. Whenever Akashi switches personalities in the series, it's always during a crucial basketball match. But I personally feel like if he's stressed with work all the time, he's constantly teetering on the edge of dissociating but ends up not. I can imagine him in his dorm after a long day of school trying to finish assignments late into the night, and he's desperately fighting to remain present and in the moment. It probably happens more than people think, and to avoid giving into his other self and letting him take over is something he has to do on a regular basis.

The second thing is when he feels like he hasn't been a good friend. Post-Winter Cup, Akashi tries really hard to reconnect with Kuroko and the other GoM more than he used to back in middle school. And given how he had to salvage his friendships with his former and current teams after almost ruining them both, post-Winter Cup Akashi is probably very insecure about his own ability to be a good friend to others. For example, in season 3 volume 9 of the drama CDs when he and Murasakibara had a quarrel, Murasakibara mentioned that Akashi had no idea how he felt at all before hanging up the phone. That comment stuck with Akashi, so much so that all three of the Uncrowned Kings noticed and essentially staged an intervention in the clubroom because Akashi looked so visibly bothered that it freaked them out. You can tell that he cares about his friends as well as what they think of him. He wants to be someone they can trust and depend on, but when he feels like he's missed the mark, he gets upset about it each and every time because, really and truly, he's trying his very best.

What does he look like when he's sad? The thing about Akashi is that he still sometimes has trouble letting himself be upset because he's busy and has no time for breakdowns (probably why he prefers to dissociate instead since he'd rather just detach himself from reality and not feel anything at all). As a result, he tends to bottle a lot of things up until they all spill out later, and I can see it manifesting in two ways.

1: panic attacks. With what this boy has been through, it would not surprise me in the slightest if he ever had panic attacks. If he somehow managed to avoid them throughout his entire childhood, then I think his first panic attack would come after losing the Winter Cup finals because this is the first time in his life he's ever lost at anything and he feels like his entire world is falling apart. He'd probably be hit with an overwhelming fear of what would happen to him after losing the finals, especially with how much his father emphasized victory and success over everything. And the idea of being a disappointment and disgracing his family name would probably just tear this poor boy apart. And these panic attacks are not pretty. He's hyperventilating and gasping through sobs that he desperately tries to quiet to no avail, and he trembles so badly that he can barely keep himself upright. Not good at all.

2: full system shutdown. Maybe I'm projecting my own personal experiences for this one, but I think if there was a day when he was just so stressed and tired or maybe he got news that was so devastating, his body would refuse to cope and he would just... switch off. That could mean sleeping in the middle of the day for long stretches of time because he can't handle being awake, and then when he is awake, his mind is static and he's totally nonverbal, normally for several hours. Also not good at all.

The only person who's ever seen him in the middle of either one of these types of breakdowns is Mibuchi. The first time was accidental because Akashi didn't have the foresight to lock the door at that moment. But after Mibuchi is able to calm him down/bring him back to reality, then for every time after, Akashi will actively seek out Mibuchi if he feels like he's on the verge of a breakdown. Eventually, he opens up about it to the other Uncrowned Kings and they're very supportive and tell Akashi to let them know if there's any way they can help him (he actually has to hold back tears for that).

I have a separate headcanon that post-Winter Cup Akashi eventually starts going to therapy because he realizes he could really use it, and so I would think with time, he develops better coping mechanisms and also knows how to calm himself down before getting to the point of a breakdown. (He still seeks Mibuchi out, though, cuz sometimes he just needs a hug. Is that so wrong?)

He also learns to just experience his emotions as they come and for what they are. Positive or negative, either way, all emotions are valid, and instead of hiding from sadness, you should feel it and then let it pass. Through that, he's able to make peace with himself and not be so hard on himself anymore.

Anyway, I have no idea where to end it, so I'll leave it here because I'm literally falling asleep as I write this. I need to go to bed. For anyone who I've punched in the gut with these headcanons... I'm not sorry. Bye now! 😃

#i told y'all it was gonna hurt #i tried to warn you #either way that's my chronic akashi brainrot indulged for the night #hoped y'all enjoyed #kuroko no basket #knb headcanons #akashi seijuro

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I’m nominating Basil for the nation’s boyfriend this year because...

He's perfect and unproblematic and wonderful. He is who I mean when I say "not all men". The bar is no longer subterranean with him. The old Japanese dialect is not an ick for you. Please just give my thoughts the time of day.

He absolutely adores watching historical dramas with you, and will spend free days cuddling under soft blankets on the couch with entertainment from the cheesiest soap-opera trope-ridden shows. The only annoying thing about watching these shows with him is that he’s a straightforward and solution-driven man. He always goes off mumbling about how things would not have spiraled out of control in the show if people communicated and weren’t like, evil and weird about it. That gives you fodder to rant to him about how the shows are stupid and that you have no idea why the two of y’all are so hooked on them. The two of you do have a ton of inside jokes as a result.

“So.. [y/n], what sayest thou is.. the Japanese they speak in this show is not the modern dialect?” You nearly spit out your tea as you fought back the bout of laughter at his realization, and soon you were guffawing at the top of your lungs, feet kicking into the air as you doubled over into his lap in happy hysterics.

Speaking of being in his lap, I think he smells like barley tea and rice flour and warm, freshly washed and sun-dried cotton. There are some evenings where he's finishing paperwork and he would allow you to take a nap in his lap as he shuffles through the files and forms. He smells so good y’all please throw your arms around him, pull him close, and get the biggest hit of pure warmth and comfort. I would sleep like a baby in his presence fr.

He would be the perfect boyfie because he’s a professional errand runner. Studying into the AM or working overtime? Schedule permitting, he’s on his way with a soft warm hug, a blanket, a sweet treat, and your favourite snacks.

He makes a mean matcha or hojicha latte, and makes them pretty regularly for you as your daily dose of caffeine (unless you don’t do caffeine, in that case.. he would simply learn how to perfect your morning drink of choice).

Basil loves quality time, but y’all absolutely cannot have it all because he’s so busy and overworked. He handles it like a champ, surprisingly, and complains very little (if at all) about work, but you do notice that he falls asleep nearly instantly when he comes back to you after being away.

There is nothing in the world more comforting than laying his head in your lap or on your chest and wrapping his arms around you, snuggling close and feeling your fingers threading through his flaxen locks, smoothing them out, fiddling with split ends, and massaging his scalp. You’re always the first one to nag him (playfully) about his bangs getting long again and asking him what he intends to do with his hair now that it’s gotten to that length.

He’s the one I’d totally pin as more traditionally romantic, like, writing love letters and leaving them by your pillow, with your morning tea/coffee, slipping it into your work bag before he leaves for another excruciating span of time, and of course, sending them your way while he’s away.

If you want an offline bf, he is the one, babes. He cannot wrap his head around social media, and upon thinking about it, begins to ponder the negative psychological effects of observing the self and being constantly pressured to present the self and one’s brand online. He's not against other people being online and having social media, but he's the kind of guy that texts like a boomer and doesn't know what a meme is. He will absolutely like and comment on your instagram posts (or allow you to like and comment on your own posts from his device) if asked.

He didn’t know what memes were until Iemitsu started sending them in their correspondence (and Iemitsu sends the most outdated memes from like 2000 that nobody thought they would ever see again in their lifetime). Now the closest thing to a meme you’re getting from Basil is a photo of some samurai painting from the history museum and a follow-up text message, “me when I’m away from my wife/husband/spouse because I am fighting for honor and glory in the war” like HELP???!! WHO IS THIS?!?!

However, he loves photography. There’s something very valuable to him about immortalizing a moment through photos, but he isn’t a “the camera eats before we eat” kind of guy, he’s the guy that likes to take pictures of waterfalls and cool native plants and rare birds to commemorate his adventures. It's the best way to keep a piece of a space while leaving no trace.

He keeps a journal and shares some of the entries with you during your quality time together. He likes to save fallen leaves or flowers from different regions that he comes across, being mindful to press them dry and make sure that he isn’t moving plant pathogens around in his nostalgia notebook.

Basil is really good with his hands and is fairly skilled at dexterity-based crafts such as weaving, calligraphy, and he absolutely excels at origami. He would never tell you this, (because he has his fair share of secrecy due to the nature of his work, and the weight of his human heart, of course) but he folds up some of his failed poems to you in the complex origami that he gives you. He knows that you would never unfold his work, so in a way, he gets to deliver the half-baked expressions of his feelings about you without the vulnerability and potential embarrassment of how impossible it is to put into words (as eloquently as he would like, anyway).

ok thank u for reading my 900 word Basilicum/You pitch. Basil for The Nation's Bf 2024 ♡ ♡ Basil for National BF Day 2024 that is my message good night xx

lil nsfw hc utc.

Service top Basilicum I��m sorry y’all he’s such a giver and so so so so sweet and patient and attentive about it please help us lord I absolutely love the concept of him hovering over his love as he rocks his hips slowly into them, reveling in every soft mewl and gasp and whimper that escapes them as they squirm and wrap their legs around his waist.

His heart might actually burst when you catch the stray strands of his long bangs slipping into his face and tuck them behind his ear, holding his face lovingly as you gaze up at him. Man, you love it so much when he comes home.

#basil #basil khr #khr basil #khr headcanons #khr imagines #khr x reader #basil x reader #khr x you #hitman reborn #katekyo hitman reborn x reader #khr #katekyo hitman reborn

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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BakuDeku || Secret Boyfriend (or Husband) Revealed

Quirkless Midoriya AU

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

None contain mature content - all SFW.

Art not mine - @sadpudingz {twitter}.

Note: if you read any of these stories and like them, please leave a kudos and/or comment for author!

Every Saturday Afternoon by AmeCaeli

Summary: Every week on the Saturday, Bakugou leaves the dorms and doesn't return until evening, and the bakusquad are determined to find out where he goes! However, none of them expected the results!

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Or Bakugou had yet to tell his friends is in a secret relationship with our little broccoli boi, and they find out by following him.

One Shot | SFW

Kaminari's Dilemma by Shemtimeter

Summary: He knew that meddling was bad, but Kaminari's a hero and the former Symbol of Peace had once told them that meddling when you don't have to was the true essence of a hero. So he would definitely do it. He has to prove to anyone that Bakugou was definitely dating someone!

One Shot | SFW

A Mystery Boyfriend Reveal by Brainrotstories

Summary: Mina jumped forward before Kirishima could grab her. “Bakugou! Just the person I need!”

“What the hell does that mean, Racoon Eyes?”

“We were talking about our dating lives and it made me realize, we’ve never talked about yours.” She pointed at him. “Why aren’t you in the dating scene, Mr. Dynamight?”

Kirishima took a deep breath and waited, waiting for the bomb to go off, the yelling to start, the moment where he’d need to save Mina from the slaughter. A moment passed and then, Bakugou sneered.

“I am, you nosey-fuckers just never asked.”

Silence …. “What?!”

One Shot | SFW

A Phony Boyfriend by schrijverr

Summary: After moving into the dorms, class 1-A discovers that Bakugo is constantly on his phone. This leads to them discovering he has a boyfriend and going on a quest to find out as much as they can while Bakugo comes to terms with the fact that High School will be different than Middle School as well as his internalized homophobia.

One Shot | SFW

Right to Privacy by lisaluu

Summary: Mina and Kaminari are on a mission to interrogate Bakugo about his secret girlfriend but Mina takes it too far.

One Shot | SFW | Female Midoriya

Figure it Out by sister_elric

Summary: “What’s his name?

“Deku.”

“That can’t be real,” Hanta pointed out.

“It’s not, but like hell am I telling you bunch of nosey fucks his real name. Next question.”

Midoriya meets his boyfriend's friends for the first time.

One Shot | SFW

'Family Friend' by Pepper_potato

Summary: Izuku is a model who's been dating Katsuki for a while now. A relaxing week turns into a horror show when the bakusquad decides to come over.

Incomplete | 3/? Chapters | SFW

Secret Love by xbluedropx

Summary: Where Izuku is dating Katsuki, famous pro hero Ground Zero but none of his friends know about Izuku. They found out and see a sweet side of Bakugou.

One Shot | SFW

At the Office by Darkanny

Summary: Working for Bakugou Katsuki sure didn't include learning more about her boss' private life in the job description

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or What do you mean that was Ground Zero's husband?!

One Shot | SFW | Husband Reveal

love in hidden places by saturnsorbit

Summary: As the receptionist at Dynamight’s hero agency, lovingly called ‘Ground Zero’, Yui has had her fair share of run-ins with suitors seeking the pro hero’s affection.

So why did this one seem so different?

One Shot | SFW | Husband Reveal

BakuDeku 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼: Dynamite is Married!? by MalditaDiAsh

Summary: Izuku Midoriya is Married to Katsuki Bakugou, and he guess his not a Midoriya anymore. He is currently happy being married to his long time Crush, bestfriend, and childhoodfriend. Though they never really say 'I love You' to each other. Their marriage were purely arranged by their parents and both of them didn't have any complains.

Now that Katsuki Bakugou is a famous Pro Hero, what will he do is his annoying Co-Pro Heroes ex classmates (the Shitty Extras) finds out about his adorable, lovable, kind, and Ray of sunshine of a husband?

Complete | 29 Chapters

Rated - General Audiences

Who the fuck are you? by im_out_of_ideas_seriously

Summary: Bakugou is hurt on the job, and Kirishima is shocked to find the only person that is registered to give consent is someone he's never heard of.

One Shot | Husband Reveal

Rated - SFW

Bakugou Katsuki’s Boyfriend by lunasayuu

Summary: A quirkless Midoriya fic where him and Bakugou are WELL acquainted outside of their respective schools. Bakugou's mother throws a surprise birthday party for Bakugou’s 17th allowing the Class of 1A to learn more about his private life…

Complete | 2 CH | Non-UA Mido

Rated - Mature

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i just want one ONE adaptation where sisi wears her iconic mourning gown, is it too much to ask for?!?!?

Hi! I think you mean this one right?

I agree, I can't believe it hasn't made it to any adaptation yet. I'd love to see what it looks like in action! In fact, I'd love if any of these adaptations showed the "mourning culture" that existed at the Habsburg court, because I personally find it fascinating and it would show one of the ways life at court could be restrictive.

I've seen people commenting on how this somewhat creepy (but fabulous, imo) dress is a result of Elisabeth's personal "eccentric" tastes, and that is just not true. This was a conventional mourning dress. The reason why so many of the empress' dresses that survived are black is because there was a mandatory mourning period at court every time a relative died. And the Habsburg family was HUGE, so they were constantly in and out of mourning (just in 1867 at least five relatives died). The mourning period depended on the rank and proximity of the deceased person, but in cases of "deep grief" it lasted three months in which women could only wear black, with no accessories, and had to be fully veiled in public. You can see this dressing code at Franz Josef's funeral, which Empress Zita attended fully veiled in black:

Unsurprisingly, some people at court found this strict dressing code bothersome, especially when they were in mourning for a distant relative they barely knew. The British governess of Archduchess Erzsi, Rudolf's daughter, complained about this to a friend in a letter dated May 10, 1897, when they had to do mourning for Elisabeth's sister Sophie Charlotte:

Three weeks quite black, and three weeks black and grey, for the Duchess of Alençon. Is it not trying just as one has got one's summer things? I always make up my mind to buy no more coloured clothes, but hats and bonnets — one cannot be always in black.

And not just the governess, Erzsi herself was unhappy to wear hot mourning clothing during summer for a great-aunt she had little if no contact at all:

We had, a few days after our arrival [at Laxemburg], the questionable pleasure of a visit from the Archduke Louis Victor, the youngest brother of the Emperor. He was a confirmed gossip and repeated everything he saw and heard to the Emperor. In this instance we were particularly annoyed, as the weather being so hot and the Archduchess hating her mourning for the Duchess d'Alençon, we had allowed her to put it off when just amongst ourselves. But the Archduke would spare no one who offended, not even a little fatherless girl, were she to violate the least particle of the strict Austrian etiquette.

There wasn't a way around the mourning dressing code, as Erzsi discovered: you just had to do it, no matter the heat, or if you even knew the deceased person.

#sorry for the ramble! i just wish the mourning etiquette was shown more in the adaptations #instead of the nonsensical ''the empress can only wear a pair of shoes once''#empress elisabeth of austria #archduchess elisabeth marie of austria #empress zita of austria #house of habsburg #fashion #asks

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Transgender, non-binary and gender-variant individuals in Serbia say they face discrimination in the job market, involving frequent insulting and inappropriate remarks.

“It was rife with microaggressions.”

That’s how one non-binary Belgrader described their experience of the Serbian job market, an experience that involved frequent ridicule and inappropriate remarks.

Microaggressions are defined as the everyday, subtle, intentional and unintentional interactions or behaviours that communicate some sort of bias towards marginalised groups, such as transgender individuals.

And they are indeed rife in the Serbian job market, according to the results of a Zoomer survey, even within organisations that claim to champion human rights.

Three quarters of transgender, non-binary, and gender-variant respondents said they fear attending job interviews due to the discrimination they expect to encounter from would-be employers.

Half said they had experienced some form of discrimination in the workplace; one third said they believe their employers felt free to violate their labour rights because they are transgender; and more than half did not complain about poor working conditions for fear of losing their job.

The respondents were predominantly young individuals living and working in Belgrade or nearby, most of them employed in the NGO and services sectors.

“My appearance and ability to work were constantly commented on,” said Sasha, who is non-binary. “There were times when they wouldn’t even say hello when they entered.”

Another respondent, Aleks, said: “Mostly in student jobs like hospitality, bookstores, or malls, customers comment on my physical appearance, stare at me oddly, are rude to me, and ask inappropriate questions like whether I’m a man or a woman.”

Personal protection mechanisms

According to research published in 2018 by the Belgrade-based IDEAS Centre for Research and Development of Society, a non-profit public policy and research organisation, 38 per cent of LGBT individuals reported experiencing discrimination in the previous five years and 46 per cent said they had experienced psychological abuse.

There is a dearth of data, however, concerning transgender, non-binary, and gender-variant individuals in Serbia.

Vanja’s problems began with his papers.

In Serbia, changing the gender market in official documents requires undergoing sex reassignment surgery or providing a psychiatrist’s report based on at least a year of monitoring, as well as an endocrinologist’s report again based on a year of observation.

This means that, like Vanja, many transgender individuals find themselves being involuntarily ‘outed’ when applying for jobs, when their name and gender marker in their official documents do not match their gender identity.

Transgender individuals often end up seeking work in the NGO sector, which is perceived as more sensitive to marginalised groups. But Vanja said there is a flipside.

“The employer emphasised that he respects my gender identity, but actually exploited my enthusiasm for work and I wasn’t given the respect I deserve,” he said.

Discrimination is most common in jobs as part of larger teams or that involve frequent contact with other people. The more people one comes into contact with, the greater the potential for unequal treatment, the respondents said.

Transgender individuals end up developing personal protection mechanisms that primarily involve hiding their gender identity.

“I usually don’t ‘out’ myself at work, or I selectively and carefully choose where I can out myself and where not,” said Aleks. “I usually use the name assigned to me at birth at work, and my colleagues think I’m just a masculine girl and address me in the feminine gender.”

Transgender individuals tend not to report discrimination at work; when they do, the response is often inadequate.

“A colleague … spread lies and slandered me behind my back,,” said Kris, from Belgrade. He said he did not report the discrimination because he did not trust that his supervisor would take any action given she too had made homophobic remarks.

According to the IDEAS research, 92 per cent of LGBT individuals believe the legal framework and protections offered by the state in fact offer little protection in the job market.

The Office of the Commissioner for the Protection of Equality said it had no record of complaints concerning direct discrimination against transgender individuals during job recruitment.

“There is evidently significant social distance”, the Office said, adding that transgender individuals are often forced to “hide their identity for fear of stigma, which is why many cases of discrimination go unreported”.

Positive examples

A growing number of companies include respect for human rights and creating an inclusive atmosphere as part of their ‘employer branding’ strategy.

Vega IT, a software development company, has a clear set of behaviours defined as acceptable and unacceptable, along with a Diversity, Equity and Inclusion, DEI, manager responsible for creating inclusive policies and educating colleagues.

“Over the years, we have organised various activities and partnered with organisations, and will continue to do so in the future,” said Vega IT’s DEI manager Marija Rakic.

Real change, however, requires changes to the legal framework.

A new Gender Identity Law has been presented by the Centre for LGBTIQA rights GETEN but has not been taken up by parliament, while a new law that would legalise same-sex partnerships has been drafted by the government but President Aleksandar Vucic has vowed to veto it.

A number of laws in Serbia contain anti-discrimination provisions but rights groups say none of these fully address the specific challenges facing transgender individuals.

The labour ministry and Sloga trade union did not respond to requests for comment for this story.

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some doodles i shared on twitter a few days ago from my apollo and klavier meet as teens au :)

more info (= me ranting about this au) under the cut !

imagine klavier visiting his brother's office and finding this very loud cute guy with weird hair. they instantly hit it off (hit it off = mocking and threatening the other with death and then begging kris to give them the number of the super cool guy they met that day) (both of them think they did amazingly at befriending said cool guy and yes, they think the other is super super cool)

so!!! klavier starts spending more time at the glo for kristoph's dismay because these two are insufferable together, bye bye to his (desired yet never achievable) tranquil and quiet work life. add to an already super loud tiny guy who scares clients with his I'M FINEEEEEEE a rebellious rockstar who's clearly very passionate about music and as a result you get to be surrounded by noice at all times, if you are lucky.

of course kristoph lectures them on using their inside voices, noise pollution and professionalism, but these are teens he is talking to, so of course they are super mean about it. see, apollo on his own or klavier on his own are relatively easy to manage, but when they are together they join forces and enable each other to be their worst possible selves, so then they do things hey wouldn't dare do alone.

kristoph: hey can both of you tone it down a little bit? this is a working environment.

apollo: tHiS iS a WoRkInG eNvIrOnMeNt ughh

klavier, air-guitarring: 🎶 mein bruder is a party pooper and super old 🎶

still, klavier is persistent, apollo seems to like him, and he is kristoph's brother, so he may or may not enjoy his company a liiiiiitle bit, especially after having not seen him for years while he was studying in europe, so he doesn't comment on klavier basically living next to apollo's desk and he certainly doesn't tell him to leave.

so kris starts taking both of them on investigations and oh boy are this guys disruptive. add to a crime scene two really loud guys who are huge law nerds, want to impress the other and think they are the shit. of course things get chaotic with them thinking they can solve the whole case just by looking at one piece of what they think is evidence and making wild theories based on it (only for kris, who also thinks he's the shit, to kindly but smugly tell them that said piece of evidence is irrelevant to the case)

these are three pieces of shit who think they are sooooo good and two of them are the walking definitions of noise so of course no one likes them. people start complaining about klavier and apollo being too loud, because they ARE and hey, this is a crime scene, someone died here and people are working. kristoph, who is constantly lecturing them on that very same thing, has none of that, so he's like 'oh are they? well perhaps you should die :) ' (in maybe more polite words ofc) as someone said on my twitter post, he's the only one who can be mean to apollo and klavier :)

regarding klapollo, i still don't know of they'd start dating right away or if they'll pine and be sooooo annoying about it. klavier writes like 20 songs about it and clay has to ban the combination of 'klavier' and 'i think i really like him' from his conversations with apollo.

i can't remember if i wanted to write something more about this au? feel free to ask me about it though! my ask me anything thingie and dms are always open :)

#apollo justice #klavier gavin #klapollo #klapollo meets as teens au #kristoph gavin #aa4 #klapollo as weird girls hehe #i don't care if this is ooc it's been one of my main sources of serotonin so let me be #my art #even though it's. silly doodles

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You’re A Dad Now

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“Gods, what have I gotten myself into…” Asger had been living at the German APID facility for a few days now. They accommodated him with his own single room while Tand and kids were in a separate quad room. Korsy was working on paperwork to move them to the Canadian APID branch, but in the meantime, he and Dusty had other work to do, so Asger and the Dark Realmers would hang out here for some time. It was a big change for Tand and his kids. Living in the dim dark woods for so long, where the sun never rose, they were having a hard time adjusting to all the light in this realm. They constantly kept the overhead lights off in their room, with just the night stand lamps on, and barely left, so Asger made a point of bringing them their meals from the cafeteria to their door. Tand didn’t seem to like having him around but had accepted him as their Earth Realm guide, and the kids loved him, so he would hang out with them for a few hours each day. He would go out on occasion and buy them clothes and toys, and the kids had some fun learning how to do up buttons and zippers. Finding them shoes was difficult as their feet were different in that they were digitigrade and long, so he figured something more custom would have to be figured out later. Now a couple days in, Dr Vermeulen had the results of Tand’s blood test and speculations were confirmed.

Tand was pregnant. When they tried to do an ultrasound though, he became very uncomfortable, and it had to be postponed until later. His blood results, however, returned positive for anemia and several nutritional deficiencies. His health would need close monitoring for a while and more blood work soon to see if his new diet helped in these areas. For now, his pregnancy would be considered high risk until his health improved and an ultrasound could be properly done. “So, it’s like you’re a dad now,” Korsy commented. He and Dusty had come to check up on Asger’s situation and were having lunch with him out at a restaurant. “But I’m not their father, and Tand hates me, and I’m starting to think I should have never interfered with them at all,” Asger said. “I mean, yeah, probably,” Korsy admitted. “It wasn’t your place to tell them what’s best for them. Plus, you knew you weren’t allowed to take anything from the rift.” “Now hold on,” Dusty said puffing his chest. “I disagree. Sure, Tand and the children were surviving out there, but they weren’t living. And yes, he managed to get through three pregnancies on his own, but there’s always risk to it, and who knows if he would survive a fourth without medical assistance. If things went wrong, those children could be left all alone to fend for themselves. They’d never survive. You’re doing the right thing.” Asger lowered his head into his hands. “What do I do now?” “Well, do you want kids? ‘Cause it seems like you have kids,” Korsy said. “They’re Tand’s kids, though,” Asger said. “I can’t just insert myself into their lives.” “You already did,” Korsy said. “And like, be honest with me. Would you really have done all this for them if you didn’t have a little crush?” Asger was taken aback. “What, on Tand?” “Of course, on Tand. Do you think we’re stupid?” Korsy shook his head. “Asger, you’re a prude. I know. But tell me you weren’t a little aroused when that cute guy tried to mate with you in the woods.” “I wasn’t! I mean, I suppose you could say he’s attractive… But I have decency,” Asger said. “I’ve heard enough lies. Dusty. Get a read.” Dusty shook his head. “I don’t need a read. He’s completely smitten.” Asger blushed and shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Also, I don’t appreciate my cousin making light of someone trying to force themselves on me.” Korsy sighed. “Okay, fair. Sorry about that. I’m sure it was scary.” “It was. I had it under control, but still…” Asger complained. “Anyway, they’re your responsibility now,” Korsy said. “Anything beyond the rift is the responsibility of the dark elves, and as a dark elf yourself, this family is your responsibility. Regardless of your exile.” “Jag vet… But what good can I do when I’ve betrayed Tand’s trust?” Asger asked. “Honestly, I think he understands what you’re trying to do for them, he’s just stubborn,” Dusty said. “And you can’t blame him for being cautious. He’s been alone a long time. Where are those kids’ other parents? And the doctor said he’s still young. Where are his parents, hm?” Asger felt sick to his stomach now, thinking once again about the young Tand, having kids all by himself. “I don’t even know if he wanted to have kids in the first place… He shows some signs of resentment towards them. He was even ready to let them go with us without him before.” “You said his species mates every time they meet up because they’re so few in number and live separately,” Korsy said. “But is that something he knew inherently, or was that something someone told him to justify taking advantage of him?” “I…don’t want to think about that right now. I’m losing my appetite,” Asger said. “Have you talked to your mother since all this?” Dusty asked. “Yes… I had a call with her yesterday,” Asger sighed. “She has…mixed feelings. I think she's proud of me for helping, but rather upset about my exile.” “That's your dad's fault, not yours,” Dusty said. “He's such an asshole…” “As strict as my father can be, I did break the rules at the end of the day,” Asger admitted. “Such rules are not made without reason. We know far too little about Mörkret. It is only reasonable to fear the other side.” “But Tand and the kids are dark elves, right? They deserve to be here,” Dusty said. “I still can't confirm that they are elves,” Asger said. “You haven't checked their mark?” Korsy asked. “The dark elf mark isn't in a very conspicuous place, you know,” Asger reminded. “It's not like I can go around dropping people's pants.” “Didn't you say Tand dropped his pants for you?” Korsy asked. “Should've seen it then.” “I'm sorry, but searching his inner thigh was the last thing I wanted to do in that moment!” Asger defended. “I mean, he literally wanted you to give him attention down there anyway…” Korsy retorted. “Not everyone's like you, Korsy,” Asger said. “I can't just lose my dignity for anyone who offers.” Korsy shrugged. “Your loss…” “You did the right thing,” Dusty assured. “And anyway, we don't know if Tand really wanted to sleep with you or if he was just doing it to get it over with.” Asger frowned. “Yeah…” Korsy raised an eyebrow at his cousin's reaction. “You dog, you.” Asger sat up straighter. “Excuse me?” “You really do have a crush on Tand.” Asger huffed. “Have some respect.” “You didn't say no.” Korsy curled his lips. “You don't want to just be another John, you wanted him to want you.” “Stop.” “You wanted him to find you handsome and charming. Heroic, even.” “You don't know what you're saying.” “You want to hold his hand. You want him to kiss you.” Asger suddenly flushed, remembering those gentle lips on his own. “…” Dusty’s eyes widened. “…Did you kiss him?” “No…” Asger shook his head. “He kissed me. But just to get me in the mood…” “Were you in the mood?” Korsy asked. “Definitely not,” Asger said. “We are not discussing this further.” “Okay, okay. Sheesh.” Korsy had mostly finished his food so he leaned back in his chair and stretched. He paused when he noticed a sly look on Dusty's face, his lips curling devilishly. “What?” “Nothing,” Dusty said, waving it off. “If you have something to say…” Asger lead. “Well…” Dusty propped his chin up. “I was just thinking it must run in the family.” “What?” Asger asked. Korsy rolled his eyes. “Don't encourage him…” Asger raised an eyebrow. “I'd like to know what your friend here has to say.” “It just seems you boys both have a knack for suppressing your feeling,” Dusty said. “You could benefit from being a bit more open.” “I am open,” Korsy said. “I’m an open book! I tell you a lot of things!” Dusty shrugged. “Your book might be open, but you have pages torn out.” “My pages are perfectly intact,” Korsy rebuked. “Alright. Tell me about your pregnancy scare,” Dusty said. Korsy faltered. “I… Well…” “Pregnancy scare?” Asger asked. “You got someone pregnant?” “No, a scare's a scare,” Korsy corrected. “No one got pregnant. And I don’t talk about it because it's not my place to talk about it, you know? It involves another person. People deserve privacy…” “Fine. What's your father's full name?” Dusty asked. “Uhh… Günther Larsen Korsgaard,” Korsy recalled. “Don't ever call him that. Only my mother and his mother could call him that.” “What was your mother's name?” Dusty asked. Korsy tensed a little. “Gesine.” “Tell me about her,” Dusty said. Korsy forced himself to relax. “She was lovely. Bravest person I ever met. She loved cinnamon and collecting animal skulls.” “How did she pass away?” Korsy immediately clammed up. “How did you lose your leg?” Dusty pressed. Korsy stayed silent. “That's enough,” Asger said. “My farster's accident is a sore spot for the entire family. We do not speak easily of it.” “So it was an accident?” Dusty picked out. “I said that's enough,” Asger ordered. “We get your point. Leave it alone.” Dusty waved his hands in front of him. “Sorry. I'll drop it. I can get carried away.” Asger sighed. “I should get back to Tand and the kids. I was going to show them their first movie.” “Ooh, what movie?” Dusty asked. “I'm not sure yet… I'm between Pippi and Moomins.” “Oh, hard decision,” Korsy said, suddenly all chatty again. “But you have to go with Pippi, right? Make your Swedish side proud.” “You're right, it has to be Pippi,” Asger said. “I can show them the Moomins later.” “Wait, Pippi? Like Pippi Longstockings?” Dusty asked. “Pippi Langstrumpf. You know the show?” Asger asked. Dusty nodded quickly. “I watched the show with Dante when I was a kid! She's Swedish?” “Of course! They showed her in Canada?” Asger asked, astounded. “The animated show was actually a Canadian/German/Swedish collab aired around the world,” Korsy informed, checking is phone. “I watched it as a kid in Canada too.” “And here I thought the rest of the world did not know her marvel. I'll be choosing one of the live action films, however,” Asger said. He pushed out his chair, and placed some cash on the table to cover his meal. “Still, I should get to it.” “I'm sure the kids are going to love it,” Dusty said. “Tand too! I can’t imagine he’s seen anything like that.” “I'd ask to come watch with you, but I got some work to do before bed,” Korsy said. “Work?” Dusty asked. “Aren't we off for today?” “You are. I have to do some rescheduling since our elven detour,” Korsy said. “We're gonna have to do some doubling back tomorrow…” “Boo…” Dusty pouted. “Well, it's not late enough to call Grey yet, so I'm gonna see if I can find him a souvenir.” “Sounds like a plan. So, I can get the waiter to bring you the bill?” Korsy said directly to Dusty. “Me?” Dusty frowned. “You were serious about that?” “Yep. I’ve bought every meal since we got here and you don’t need to eat,” Korsy said. “I should’ve never told you that…” Dusty said pouting. “Fine.” He started to pull out his wallet. Asger chuckled and put a couple more bills on the table. “I’ll get it this time. Don’t worry.” “Hey! No! You shouldn’t be paying for shit,” Korsy said. “He needs to learn.” “It’s fine, I have plenty of funds,” Asger said. “Yeah, but you’re out of the job now, so you should be saving,” Korsy said. Asger started backing away. “I’m leaving. What’s on the table is on the table.” “So chivalrous,” Dusty said, smiling coyly. “Korsy, you could learn something from your cousin.” “I’ve literally paid every bill until now!” “Okay, okay. Calm down, big boy.” “You’re all too much.”

#lore #Asger #Dusty #Korsy #Tand #implied mpreg

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genderfluid-insomniac · 2 years

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Omg hiiii!!! Could you do the a dorm leaders headcanon (minus Malleus since of the six character headcanon limit) with a fem reader with a bigger chest usually wearing tight shirts or shirts that show off cleavage?? It can be sfw or nsfw idrc lmfao.

Also anon bc I’m too shy to req any other way 💀

Hi anon! It's alright if you're shy, you can also be a named anon if you want! SO- I know you said six characters because of my limit but I liked this request a bit too much and decided to do all of the dorm leaders because I got carried away.

dorm leaders headcanon with a fem reader with a bigger chest usually wearing tight shirts or shirts that show off cleavage (NSFW)

Riddle

As the housewarden, Riddle always oversaw Heartslabyul’s unbirthday parties and not only were you always invited, you were the Queen to his King of Hearts and held in high regard.

He was always quick to scold anyone who oogled you or made crude comments on your…larger assets… and you loved to tease your lover about it constantly, wearing Wonderland style clothes that accentuate your breasts and sitting next to him as you subtly pressed your chest against his arm.

Riddle’s face is consistently red throughout the whole party and whispering threats at you with a glare, you can only fake an oblivious expression and act like the lovey dovey girlfriend you were.

Riddle was too busy pushing down his dirty perverted thoughts, like how he’d love to spend hours upon hours sucking on your nipples and groping your large breasts or happily having you suffocate him with them.

Not a few minutes later Riddle angrily walked off into the hedge maze saying nothing and leaving you giggling at the “problem” he now had to take care of as a result of your flirting.

Leona

The only classes that Leona attended were potionology, gym, and the classes he shared with you since you dragged him along anyway. Most times it was just the lion lying on your lap while you took notes unless there was a lab going on and in the gym he got to show off in front of you, earning jealous looks from his fellow students and cute reactions from his adorable girlfriend.

Coach Vargas had made an exception for you since you were the only female student at NRC (to their knowledge), giving you a sports bra and shorts instead of a tracksuit like the other boys. It definitely grabbed other’s attention which your boyfriend had other ideas about since you have big breasts that Leona was a bit too possessive of.

His eyes were locked onto your tits, bouncing up and down as you ran laps. Wishing the both of you were in the botanical garden where you’d run your fingers through his loose hair and he’d get to lay on your soft pillowy breasts.

You jogged over to the savanaclaw prefect, sweat dripping from your face from the excessive exercise and red flush spreading across your cheeks, going over to kiss your boyfriend but being thrown his athletic jacket and mumbling something about “Cover up. Only I get to see those perky tits!”

Azul

Azul heard you yell something and walked out into the lounge to help you, stopping with wide eyes at the uniform he’d given you when you’d offered to be a part-time waitress at the Monstro Lounge.

The sleeveless teal button up tightly wrapped around your chest and was close to bursting because of your plush round tits tightly bound.

It was quite a sight to behold and your lover was in between scolding himself for letting the tweels take care of your clothing and praising them for being mischievously perverted (Floyd more than Jade) at least.

You complained that the top was a bit too tight and felt like it was going to rip in half, crossing your arms across your chest shyly and looking up to Azul for help.

You didn’t get an answer as much of a blushy flustered octopus prefect that refused to look at you and guided you into his office so you could change but did notice that your nipples and breasts were more on display than should be (along with your boyfriend straining erection).

Kalim

The cheerful scarabia prefect had asked you if you’d help him with spell practice since Jamil was currently studying for a test and you happily agreed, strolling through the desert a bit before reaching a dried up oasis and setting your bags down.

Kalim seemed to be having a strange problem where his signature spell was too strong and he had to try to control it since he’d caused several floods in the school, both of you shedding your jackets because of the usual desert heat the dorm had.

The first attempt was atrocious, water came crashing down everywhere and soaked everything, leaving your white uniform that was already opened up a bit to be useless at covering you.

Kalim immediately turned to apologize but his gaze flickered to your chest (it had been so early you just threw on a shirt not bothering to put on a bra since you figured this wouldn’t happen), your nipples perky from the cold water and ivory fabric revealing every curve of your bare breasts.

You didn’t have anytime to say a word before a very flustered and blushy housewarden threw his jacket at you, not bothering to look you in the eye and trying his best to not act perverted.

Vil

It was all the prefect’s idea when he found out that the only set of clothes you had were the ones you came with and the uniform Headmaster Crowley had provided you he was furious, instantly reaching out to his connections because no lover of his was going to be wearing rags.

Now he knows your size perfectly and all of your measurements….don’t ask how he did it without even touching you, one of Vil’s talents is measuring people by eye after all of the uniform disasters in Pomfiore and he may have shrunken your outfits a bit for personal reasons.

You expressed your hesitation when you changed into a sleek red dress that had a slit on the side up to your thigh and tightened up around your chest, managing to zip yourself up but it felt like it was showcasing your tits.

Vil of course protested saying it was probably your lack of self confidence and to show him how fabulous you looked, the reaction you got was quite quiet except for the strong flush that decorated his face.

Idia

Idia was in the middle of a visual novel that had been teased for weeks by one of his online friends and he was finally able to play it, trying his best to push other fantasies about you to the back of his mind and a crimson hue spreading through his fiery blue hair.

Ortho broke into his room with you in tow barely keeping up behind him and both soaked to the bone, your bra showing through you wet uniform shirt that stuck to you body and shivering from the cool air pumping through the ac.

His brother rambled on about how it started raining when you both were fooling around (running to get help once you sneezed) and unfortunately when the boy caught sight of you, all logic went out the window and all of you were left with a bright red flustered Idia.

He tried to avoid looking at your plump breasts and how drops of water dripped down the valley between them, they looked just as squishy and soft as the women in his video games.

Maybe later once Ortho left he could try to get access to the bonus level if he played his cards right and he did have spare clothes but Idia seems to have lost your bra while looking for towels.

Malleus

He’s definitely going to notice and gain a boner, the sight of your breasts straining against your night dress that was given to you by Vil after he saw the atrocious sight of clothes and Malleus was lucky enough to get a glimpse of it when your nightly stroll came.

He loved this time of night, when the moon shone and highlighted your features, brighting bringing out your curves and the way your nipples perked through the sheer fabric drawing him in closer.

As it had gotten colder and being the gentleman he was, he offered to carry you when he felt a drop of rain fall down on his head, wrapping his large coat around you as rain began to fall and soak your dress through.

By the time you got to the door of Ramshackle both of you were drenched and your dress was practically hiding nothing, quickly ushering you both into the living area as Malleus lit a fire.

You were shivering and he couldn’t bear to see it, offering you to shed your dress in exchange for his coat until you both dried off and the sight of your luscious tits spilling from their tight confinements.

Of course he could instantly dry both of you with a spell but how could he when your nude body glowed against the flames of the fire and you were drowning in the large green coat shielding your back from any onlookers, maybe it was a good thing that rain came down when it did

#riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader

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cherry-alive · 4 days

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So, okay, I made a post a bit about this yesterday, but I've had a lot of thoughts since then and a useful conversation with my therapist. So. Complaining about dyspraxia below

I haven't been formally diagnosed with dyspraxia. It's actually pretty much the only diagnosis I've given to myself without at least medical confirmation. But I've given it to myself based on both a lot of research and comments I have received from medical practitioners (e.g. my pediatrician commenting on my weak grip, not meeting developmental milestones on time, comments from teachers, etc). And today my therapist said she's pretty sure I have it based not just on what I've reported but what she's observed in the way I physically interact with the world over the years, so that was helpful and validating. And we contacted my doctor today to hopefully get a referral to an OT, who will be able to actually assess me, which would be very cool. Because I still doubt myself all the time and go "you don't really have this" except like...I do though lol.

Part of the reason I doubt myself about it is that it hasn't had that much impact for many years. But recently, that has changed, and I've realized that it's not that I got better, it's that I went on disability and stopped trying to do a lot of things I used to do and spent like all day on my computer and got assistance with most physical tasks. I'm doing much, much better mental health wise lately, which is amazing, and as a result I'm engaging more and more with the physical world around me, whether that's going on walks or to the grocery store or cooking or dressing nicely or eating in restaurants or trying art or whatever. Which is great!

But it's all. so. fucking. physically. difficult. Not in an exhausting way, in a coordination way. Pushing carts at the grocery store? I bump into things constantly and get really overwhelmed by it and a few weeks ago dropped a glass bottle of olive oil that shattered all over the aisle in the store. Cooking? I love to cook, but it takes me at least 2 to 3 times the time to make any given recipe because I know myself and know I can't multitask so I do all the prep all at once up front, and slowly at that bc cutting vegetables is hard. Putting on makeup? Better set aside 10 minutes just to try to put on lip gloss without going outside the lines. Going to a restaraunt? Often a mortifying experience where I a) bump into other tables and/or b) have food all over my shirt by the end of the meal, which is so embarrassing but I've struggled with it my whole life. And it's just. It's all really really difficult and often I feel so ashamed when I drop something or bump into something or get messy or whatever in public and it just...it just sucks. And I get so so so frustrated and flustered and overwhelmed when I'm trying to do basic tasks at home like hanging up clothes or whatever and it's just so difficult and frustrating for me.

And I had forgotten how hard it all was because for years I just spent all my time on my computer. But I'm not doing that now. Which is great! But I trip and stumble and knock into things and get lost outside and can't do the things I want to do and I'm just constantly reminded that the physical world is very challenging for me. My probable dyspraxia has really been interfering with my life lately in pretty significant ways that have surprised me, I had kind of forgotten how frickin hard it makes a lot of things. I consider myself able bodied for the most part but I'm remembering now that like...not exactly 100% actually. And it just kind of sucks. A lot.

The good news is that as I mentioned, we contacted my GP about it and hopefully I'll get an assessment and maybe even some OT and/or PT, which could hopefully really help me. Because I'm trying very hard to recover and regain some independence, and this is proving a more significant challenge towards those goals than I had expected.

#text post #my post #also fun fact: childhood dyspraxia is a significant predictor for adult non-affective psychosis (aka schizophrenia like i have)#which is just kind of fascinating to me. what's going on in that there brain of mine???#anyway. annoyed that physical tasks are so hard. but my therapist did show me how to use claw clips in my hair today which was helpful #waaaaay easier than hair ties #i just need to find workarounds like that for things #and i have! i have ways of compensating for most of it that i've developed throughout my life #i can certainly do lots of things now that i very much could not as a child like tie my shoes and do up zippers #even if i learned those things years late at least i learned them #but like. yeah. just bc i've figured some things out and have workarounds for others doesn't mean it's all easy #and i'm kind of hoping it's not too late for OT to help me (and that insurance will cover it if my GP refers me)#anyway #this has been: today's vent post

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