Growing up in an extremely ultra religious, cult-like family was a mindfuck for multiple reasons but that doesn't stop unfortunately, even when you escape. For example, see: The overwhelming feeling of boiling hatred and shame for who you used to be.
The angry hatred for the past person I used to be, the version of myself that mindlessly parroted my family's beliefs and listened to their every command, constantly simmered under my skin and invaded my every thought. I was embarrassed of what I used to be- even as I made friends of different ethnicities and faiths, as I listened and explored new ideas and worlds that I never knew existed, as I started the first LGBTQ+ club at my school and volunteered with kids who deserved so much more- there was always a little voice in the back of my head.
"They would hate you if they knew what you were. They would hate the horrendous teachings that were seared into your mind, the things that you used to say and believe. You are nothing but a pretender."
And it is true that my beliefs were bigoted in all the worst ways. It is true that I believed truly heart-wrenching things without a second thought and judged others in such harsh and unfair ways. I told myself that there was no coming back from that, not really. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for it.
Then I remembered that the person who said those things wore velcro light up sneakers and collected finger puppets that the librarians handed out as awards for reading picture books. The person that held signs at pro-life rallies and anti-LGBTQ+ protests had a cherished sticker book and hunted minnows in the creek after school and adored their puffle on club penguin and was really into greek mythology and had skinned knees from climbing trees at recess and knew every Disney song by heart and was absolutely terrified of the dark.
That person was a child.
I was a child.
It took a really long time. Years and years of reflection and distance, but I've decided that I can't hate the past version of myself anymore. I feel pity and remorse, I feel anger- I feel so much fury and violent rage- at what my childhood was and I grieve what could- no, should- have been, but I no longer resent who I was.
I'm not ashamed.
I am so, so, so unbelievably proud of that little kid. For being brave enough to leave the comfort and safety of what I was told was right. For not being afraid to be wrong. For seeking out information and knowledge in a culture that praised ignorance. For questioning everything, relentlessly.
I am by no means a perfect person, I never have been and I never will, but I am proud of myself in every iteration that has ever existed because I know that I have never stopped trying to understand and learn and grow, and I never will.
If you have ever been in a similar situation and feel similar things, first of all: My condolences on your lost childhood. Second of all: Please be nice to that past version of yourself and recognize all the hard work they did to make you who you are today. That person was a survivor and an inspiration. They deserve nothing but love.
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The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction - Davor edition
I-I think Ms. Verner doesn't like him...😳
Davor "Dove" Kovač
🐝 RO: Becca Warrick
Personality: cautious // aloof // pessimistic // flirtatious (only towards Becca ...and Reese??)
Traits: head // independent // resistance // believer
Past affinity: math
Primary ability: extrasensory awareness
Past susceptibility: forward.
'it’s better to push forward. don’t look back on the past when you have new places to be and things to achieve.' <<< his motto
🕊️ Fernweh: Davor lived a happy life there and didn't think about leaving in the future. Maybe for some trips, but he knew it would always be his place, his safe place...
'It was a mistake to come back here.' - that was his first thought when he tried to fall asleep on the first night in Fernweh. The nightmares came back as he thought they would. He wants to leave as soon as possible because he feels that it is not safe for Becca to be here.
🕊️ Gramps Dan: That was his gramps who taught Davor how to play the guitar. As a young child, Davor always admired him and believed he was the most intelligent person in the world.
After the death of his parents and how his grandfather treated him, he was devastated and angry. He wanted answers soo badly but didn't get any. He lived loathing his grandfather ever since. The news of his passing stirred up a lot of negative emotions that Davor had previously managed to suppress. At the beginning of the story he couldn't care less about his grandfather, but because of his journal he started to believe him. Things that his granfather lived through made Davor even more angry at this messy town …but he's willing to forgive his gramps…
🐝 Becca Warrick: It was a ...funny story that brought both of them together and they look after each other ever since. He considers Becca as his precious (not in a negative-possessive way) treasure, he literally can't let anything bad happen to her. That was also she who came up with the nickname 'Dove'... (and she's literally the only person who calls him that, others wouldn't dare...). He had feelings for her for quite some time but didn't act on it... until now.
Although he didn't express it, he felt very nervous about Becca being in the town where he grew up. He was curious (but also scared) about what she could think of this town. He felt like he was revealing more of himself to her…. and he forgot about any worries pretty fast, because the town started being weird as fu--.
🕊️ Reese Verner: Back then Davor was quite cheerful and enjoyed competing with Reese regularly. They teased each other a lot. Davor always thought that Reese had a crush on him, was it true tho? donut know, but he certainly had.
...why does he appear in his nightmares? Maybe the crush stage never disappeared...? Seeing him again was a nice experience, sure... but ignoring the circumstances, he is still unsure if it was worth it and is struggling with his thoughts… Would it be worth it to return to Fernweh just to see him... again? welp, good thing he doesn't have to think about it much, am I right?
🕊️ Sofia Dorran: The two of them maybe did not have a strong relationship, but he knew Sofia is the ideal person for engaging in intelligent conversations. He enjoyed spending time with her, solving the puzzles that gramps created for them both. Davor wasn't a fan of fantasy books, but she managed to change his mind about them.
Davor knows that Sofia did take good care of his grandfather, but he still doesn't quite know if he's grateful for that or wished she spent her time more... valuably... He was tempted to ask Sofia to borrow that book she found in his grandfather's bedroom, but he thought better of it. It's better to leave Fernweh… Even so, his curiosity wasn't properly fed.
🕊️ James Corvin: Maybe not brothers by blood, but definitely brothers by choice. Davor treated him as if he was the brother he always wanted to have. Back then Davor always placed a high value on his family… until now. At the time, Davor tended to be more impulsive and James was usually the one who kept him from getting into trouble (which often involved Reese).
It was really hard, for both of them, to see each other after so long. Their first interaction was pretty awkward... I would even say that most of their interactions were . James noticed how Davor changed the question is: for the better or worse? I don't even know. Everyone can sense, that things around them are different now, and they aren't as close as before. Will it change?
🕊️ Alek Corvin: …To say that Alek wasn't a fan of Davor would be an understatement. Was it because James spent most of his time focusing only on Davor trying to get him out of trouble? Did Alek observe any possessiveness from Davor towards James? Or maybe simply because of the bond between those two, which was truly something that others would envy and desire? Davor never considered it, especially when he left Fernweh permanently. :))
As you can imagine, Alek doesn't seem very happy about Davor's return… But he took an interest in his new friend, Becca, which did not go unnoticed by Davor and he isn't really happy about it.
🕊️ The Waitress: Oh boy, it seems that Davor has taken up a new hobby, which is glaring harshly at the waitress. He finds her mistrustful and he smells trouble. Had they met when he was younger, there may have been a slim chance of them getting along.
🕊️ Waffles!: So um… Davor has a little issue with dogs and because of that his relationship with Waffles isn't as wonderful as I wish it would be... However, I believe that with time and help from Becca, they will eventually become friends.
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Five Times Kurt Talks About Sex and One Time He Doesn't (Part Six -- FINAL)
A/N: So, this was inspired the other day by a Nonny who was asking about how Kurt interacts with others on the topic of sex and this little idea popped in my head.
It’s a little mini-series, and I’ll post one part a day, then I’ll get it up on Ao3 after it’s complete.
It’s set in a post-canon-ish world when they’re all living in New York. The whole thing takes place over the course of a day.
YES I'M POSTING TWICE IN ONE DAY - GO BACK AND CHECK OUT PART FIVE IF YOU MISSED IT!!
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Non-Conversation One: Blaine
Kurt sits on the edge of the bed swaying back and forth, attempting to keep his balance, as he holds a glass of water. He’s supposed to be drinking the glass of water, but his stomach feels a little full, and not like it wants anything additional in it. Still, he tries to sip anyway as he watches his husband -- his beautiful, sexy husband - come into the bedroom.
“Santana went out like a light,” Blaine says. He undoes his watch and puts it on the dresser. “She’s on the couch and snoring. I think she’ll be fine for the night. Just how much did you guys drink?”
Kurt hums happily. “Ten shots.”
“Jesus, Kurt, how are you still functioning?”
“She had ten, I had nine, I won.” He snorts into his water, attempting another sip.
“You both are ridiculous,” Blaine says, coming up to him. “Drink the water - I don’t want you vomiting on me in the middle of the night.”
Kurt pulls at Blaine’s hand, catching him off guard, and draws him in for a kiss. It’s sloppy and Kurt, admittedly, is probably using too much tongue, but he really doesn’t care. He wants his husband.
“You taste like raspberries…” Kurt coos as Blaine pulls away.
“You taste like vodka,” Blaine laughs.
“I want vanilla ice cream,” Kurt’s eyes are wide with desire.
Blaine gives him an odd look, though, not getting it. “How about we try the water first, and save the ice cream for when you’re sober.”
“Noooo,” Kurt cries. He reaches out to grope at Blaine’s dick through his pants. “Ice cream,” he says quietly. His own dick twitches with interest but with that much alcohol in his system, he doubts he’s going to get anywhere. Stupid Santana. Stupid shots. He could have ended his night by fucking his husband. And now he’ll have to settle for falling asleep.
His bed does seem nice.
Blaine laughs it off, and kisses his forehead. “Maybe if you drink the water and make it through the night, you can have ice cream in the morning.”
Kurt lets out a quiet, delighted ‘yay’ as he takes another sip.
“We can take a trip up to the grocery store tomorrow,” Blaine says. Kurt eyes him suspiciously - but there’s a twinkle in Blaine’s eyes that tells him Blaine’s being obtuse on purpose. “You guys finished all my Cheetos.”
“No Cheetos!” Kurt vehemently protests. “No, no, no!”
Blaine’s eyes grow wide. “Well we’re definitely going to come back around to that tomorrow.”
“I’m not ever going to have Cheetos again!” His brain is indignant about it - but at the moment, he can’t figure out why.
Blaine just smiles sweetly as he takes a step back to change. He’s out of his shirt first, revealing a layer of glistening sweat on his skin. Blaine always works so hard during his performances -- leaving his muscles firm and toned. He then undoes his belt buckle and the pants go. Followed by the underpants. He’s not making a show of it, even if he is aware of Kurt’s eyes on him. Not helping it, Kurt bites his bottom lip as he watches… Even flaccid, Blaine’s dick is the best dick of all the dicks. He laughs at the thought, wishing his brain wasn’t so fuzzy so that he could play with that dick.
In the mirror, Kurt can see Blaine’s ass - so round and scrumptious. See, Santana! He calls out in his head. The mirror was a good call! He could bite that ass if he wanted to. Blaine would let him. He has bitten it before.
“No!” Blaine playfully scolds.
“But…”
“Kurt, no. You need to sleep first.”
Kurt scrunches his nose, letting out a protesting little grunt, as he attempts more water.
Blaine puts on a clean pair of boxers, then heads back towards the bed. “Okay, let’s get you ready for bed. Sleep first. Then I’ll wake you up with whatever you want.”
Kurt grows excited. “Even vanilla and caramel?”
Blaine gives him a strange look, not quite following. “Even vanilla and caramel,” he gives anyway.
“Okay!”
Blaine takes the glass and puts it on the nightstand. Then gets him to stand, helping him out of his own pants, followed by the sweater (which takes longer than normal because it has a bunch of buckles on it). Blaine’s hands are warm and soft and he doesn’t seem to mind when Kurt falls against him as they get him out of his clothes.
The duvet is pulled back, and Blaine helps Kurt onto the bed. “You are really, really pretty,” Kurt says, not able to help gazing into those honeyed eyes.
“You are really; really drunk,” Blaine says amused in response.
Kurt pulls him down into another kiss - this time a little smoother. Blaine indulges, allowing for a little, light making out. Kurt closes his eyes and relaxes into the bed, feeling warm and buzzed and loved and cared for. He feels so good that he doesn’t quite mind when Blaine pulls away.
“I’m going to finish up in the bathroom - are you going to be alright?”
“MMmm-hmmm,” Kurt murmurs.
Blaine pulls the covers over him, then kisses his nose and his cheek and his forehead. “I’ll be back in a little bit, then we can snuggle, okay?”
Kurt’s eyes remain firmly shut, but he grins as he thinks about Blaine getting into the bed next to him, moving in close so his arms will be firmly around him, and he’ll feel Blaine’s dick snug against his ass. That’s just as good as sex anyway…
“Love you,” Kurt says softly.
Blaine gently kisses his lips. “Love you, too.”
Sleep is taking him quickly, but there’s one last lingering thing…
“Hey, Blaine?”
“Yeah?”
“I have a message for you?”
“What’s that?”
“Tomorrow - after ice cream and Cheetos you need to call Tina and let her know how to properly suck a penis.”
Kurt drifts off to sleep before Blaine is able to respond.
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