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starkidblubber · 13 hours
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forced to be a girl, born to be a literal monster
don't need no one to tell me
high school will be my peak
so I'm willing to take advantage
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borzoilover69 · 10 months
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I've always had this feeling that Dirk envies his brother and hates himself for thinking of Dave that way.
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I’ve always had this headcanon that Dirk is in some ways jealous of Dave, especially after the game. Jealous of the way he seems so great compared to Dirk, with a better life, a lot more friends, and easier to bounce off of and get along with by far, while Dirk struggles to form connections and understand tone cues due to his relatively isolated childhood. In both the alpha and beta universes, he's a hero in Dirks eyes, even if Dave doesn't consider himself one. A hero, that Dirk could never hope to achieve to be.
Dirk has always wanted to be a knight and Dave is a knight, he was “enough”. Where Dirk believed himself to have failed in a way to grant any real damage or order in his void session, Dave pulled a lot of hard work to make sure his counted. In a way it’s a jealousy covered by admiration. He admires Dave so much that he is essentially a pedestal to everything Dirk wants to be and subsequently cant be. The way he talks, the way he walks, all the friends he has that Dirk doesn’t really have. He doesn’t seem to have half the issues that Dirk himself perceives himself as happening.
The sort of jealousy that makes Dirk pick at himself. Because he knows it’s one sided. He knows it’s not good to feel like this, not healthy. Why does he feel so much dislike for Dave when he’s so great? Dave has been nothing but nice and accommodating to him. And that makes him in a sense hate himself more. Its a cycle of realising he dislikes his brother due to envy (in turn caused by how he puts him on a pedestal as a true "hero"), then questioning and lashing out at himself internally for harboring negative emotions towards Dave, beating himself about it because his self hatred confirms he can never be Dave, before listing all the reasons why Dave is great (and he isn't) and falling in this cycle all over.
I think he’d hate himself because he can’t find the end of the cycle. A snake that eats itself. Dirk can’t be him. Yet in some ways he wishes to be as great. But he can never be that great, because Dave is the top bar in his mind. Which leads to hate for how he thinks about it and how he’s again, doomed to be himself. And only himself.
Dealing with jealousy and envy in that matter, he would likely not bring it up to anyone, not even Dave or Jake. He might make some semblance of a mention of it, but of course the fear of being seen in a certain light by both parties makes him back off and make him reluctant to talk about it in general.
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If your Jewish friends invite you to join them for some Chanukah festivities, there's a few basic things you should keep in mind. When I say "basic," I mean really basic. If it's listed here, it unfortunately means I've seen/heard someone do or say it.
Don't make Holocaust jokes.
Don't make thinly veiled antisemitic comments. Antisemitic "jokes" aren't funny.
Dreidel is pretty much a game of chance. Losing isn't the end of the world. Everyone loses dreidel at least once a year (usually more than that).
Staying with friends doesn't mean your friends are supposed to fund your vacation (this honestly goes for staying with anyone, not just your Jewish friends). They're saving you the cost of a hotel already.
If you don't want to participate in a holiday tradition, don't make a big thing out of it. Respectfully decline and move on instead of calling Jewish traditions "weird" or something along those lines.
Have fun! Chanukah is a beautiful holiday with some really cool and beautiful traditions. Enjoy your time with your friends.
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angel-kyo · 27 days
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Pay it no mind
Part XVI (kinda? Idk. Explanation in the note.)
In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).
Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself. I would say reader is ooc in this one, or it might feel like that. I don't know. There are also mentions of a difficult family situation (awful father, deceased mother, etc.)... Oh, and this almost makes me look anti-Gojo (I'm not, though).
Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII, Part XIII, Part IV, Part XV
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“Aomori?” you repeated in disbelief. Isn’t that like…?”
Haruki leaned forward on his elbows on the table and placed his head in his hands in frustration. You watched his fingers bury themselves in his brown curls and tug them.
“It’s about a ten-hour bus ride or four hours in the train...” he said without looking at you. His eyes were on the table, and you could only see the top of his head. “That if I’m lucky… Which I am not, obviously,” he grumbled and lifted his head to look at you.
You two were at the coffee shop where he worked, or rather, used to work. He had submitted his resignation the day before.
“That’s far.” You were not sure of what else to say. The notice of his departure was coming in too sudden. Only a few days ago you had been talking about maybe meeting up on New Year’s Eve, and now he was leaving? “For… For how long?”
Ikeda looked outside and shrugged. “He’s transferring me there so I guess he means at least until the end of high school, and then…” he frowned. In fact, he was not sure of what would happen after that. “I’m sure that jerk will come up with something else.”
Haruki looked back at you and, realizing what he had said, quickly apologized for speaking like that in front of you.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t believe he did this behind my back. I knew he could not stand seeing me, but I never thought he would plan something like this and ambush me any other Tuesday.”
He sighed, and you looked at him with sympathy. It was the most distressed you had ever seen him, and the most upset too.
Haruki, who always looked happy and unbothered when he was with you, had only ever appeared uncomfortable, and sometimes even angered, when he spoke about his father. At first, you had believed they just did not get along, but it was more than that; Haruki had told you once that his father seemed to resent him since his mother left.
“I’ve never blamed her,” he told you one day while you waited for his train, “she was sick and he was never at home, but when he was, he was horrible to her.”
He had then showed you her picture. A beautiful woman with long brown hair and bright eyes a few shades clearer than her locks, smiling and hugging an eight-year-old Haruki; he had definitely gotten the looks from her, and it was evident she had loved him dearly.
Due to her illness, Haruki’s mother had passed away just a couple years after leaving her husband, before she was able to fulfill her promise to his son to come back for him. Hence, Haruki had ended up stuck with a resentful father who was almost never at home, but when he was, he was as horrible to his son as he had been to the mother he resembled. And now, he was sending him to live with his uncle in a distant prefecture to attend a new school.
He had given Haruki little less than a week to, and the boy quoted, “wrap up any business in Tokyo.”
Apparently, that included you, who did your best to comfort him, even if there was not much you could say or do.
“I will miss you,” Ikeda said after you assured him it would be alright and that two or three years would sure fly by, and then he would not need to listen to what his father or his uncle said. It seemed his mood had improved a little at that.
“I will miss you too,” you told him, still wrapping your head around the idea of not seeing him anymore.
If only you could see curses, maybe there would be another way out for you, maybe we could have more time.
You pushed that thought away. That was selfish thinking, was it not? Of course, you would not want Haruki to live in gore and pain as a sorcerer. There had to be better, more peaceful options for him somewhere.
“I like you a lot.” His words pulled you out of your head, and when your eyes focused on him, you noticed his face was flushed, but he was looking right at you. “I think I could have loved you. Not that I don’t now,” he smiled softly, “but in the way I wanted to love you.”
There was a tinge of sadness in his voice, but your heart was beating faster as he spoke. Did that mean you wanted to love him too?
“I…” you started, but he shook his head and smiled.
“It’s fine. I thought we had more time, so I did not tell you sooner, but now, I just realized I wanted to let you know in person.”
Haruki had not planned to confess that day. He was only going to tell you he was leaving and ask you to stay in touch but realizing that it might be the last time he was going to see you in, perhaps, a long time, he felt he needed to tell you. He had wanted to tell you since the first time you had accepted going out with him that summer, but he then thought it was better not to rush and just let your friendship take its course.
At the end of the day, people should honor their feelings.
That he believed whole-heartedly. That is why Gojo’s attitude had annoyed him, acting as a jealous boyfriend around you if he was nearby but still claiming to be just your friend. If he wanted more, he should admit it instead of doing whatever he thought he was doing that day he accompanied him to the station.
“Haruki, I like you too,” you said sincerely.
But do you like me as I like you? the boy wondered.
He would not ask you that as he would not ask for more at this point. What could he ask, that you waited for him? He was not that arrogant to believe you had to do it nor that idealistic to make promises he knew time could swallow. Knowing that you had cared about him was enough.
He gave you a closed-eye smile. “I’m so glad.”
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But saying it had not changed anything. You and Haruki had agreed to staying in touch and he had hugged you tightly before letting you go.
Maybe he knew we would drift apart.
You had kept texting and calling each other after that. Once he was with his uncle, he had given you his address, so you could exchange letters; he even sent you a few postcards with some pretty views around his new city. For a little while, you thought you could remain friends and just live on it, but his absence became increasingly painful, and when you both got busy with school again, and he was barely replying to your messages and his letters felt distant, the realization that maybe you had truly loved and lost was devastating.
It happened slowly but not painlessly. There was just never a good time for a quick call anymore, the messages were fewer and shorter, and you probably did not reply to the last one because there was nothing to say, and finally, the letters. Oh, the letters... Once funny and vibrant as your friend had been, they became nothing but curt and disappointing. It was hard to believe that two people who once had so much to talk about could barely bring themselves to write more than a few lines for each other.
I guess people can enter your life seamlessly, but they can hardly leave like that.
Your friends comforted you to their best, and Satoru made it his mission to ensure you would not feel lonely doing the things you liked anymore. Despite your protests, he attached himself to your hip as he had done it when you were kids, even on the days when you did not want to leave your room.
And when, months after Haruki’s departure, you sat down in front of the training fields, tired of waiting for a letter that would not come, Satoru held your hand firmly as you accepted your loss and stayed by your side unfaltering, the same way you would do for him when Suguru left you all later down the road.
That was how, as the seasons changed, you quietly let go of your friend who had been a child of the spring himself.
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Note: I almost did not want to include this part? I mean, I felt like the other guy needed some explaining, and as much as I enjoyed it, I would say this is almost a filler, so I'm sorry of it's bad. Anyways, if the next part is not the last one, it will sure bring us quite closer. I've not forgotten where I left Satoru, promise!
Thank you for reading!
Next: Part XVII
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wolfiesmoon · 4 months
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Making exceptions
Baji x fem!reader
yikes i need copium AND LOTS OF IT (reminds me of a certain long-haired cult leader, or something)
Here's to a good tokyo rev fic debut🙇‍♀️🥂
Warnings: delinquent style™ hurt/comfort to fluff and lots of swearing (but that's on brand for tr anyways)
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"Where the hell were you?! I was-" Baji practically broke down the rooftop door, pausing when he noticed your red, cried out face.
You quickly looked away even though you knew he already saw your tears. You've been avoiding him all day, knowing that he'll realise something is up with you straight away if you talked to him.
You thought you finally got him off your trail by sneaking onto the rooftop to cry it out but somehow he saw you leaving.
"Who do I need to kill?" The ominous tone of that question both completely surprised you yet felt completely on-brand for him.
"Don't... go beating up people... please..." you forced out, trying to overpower your hiccups.
"That's not what I was asking. Who the fuck do I need to kill?"
You flinched a little. "I know *hic* you wouldn't..." you knew the basic gist of Toman. That isn't what they do. You wiped your tear-stained cheeks, finally looking up at him. He looked livid, or atleast it looked like an angry face with your blurred vision.
He sighed. "Just tell me."
You can't possibly do that, because the person who made you cry is him. You see, you are hopelessly in love with Baji Keisuke. But the only thing he seems even remotely interested in is his gang. Which is fine, but it really does get to you sometimes.
You've tried everything to stop crushing on him but unfortunately for you, your stubborn heart refuses to let up.
"It's me..." you lied, making up some excuse of failing a test you studied really hard for.
"Did you really think I'd fall for that, idiot?"
You figured. He's too smart for his own good sometimes. It always takes you by surprise, considering his abysmal grades. Definitely not book smart. Or maybe his gang activities just keep him too busy to consider picking up a book.
You looked away again and heard the sound of him sitting down next to you.
"You seriously piss me off when you don't tell me what's wrong. You're lucky you're a girl, or I would beat your ass when you do that."
You laughed somewhat dryly, wiping away the tears on your cheeks. "Lucky me..."
A short silence followed, only interrupted by your ocassinal hiccups and sniffles.
"Are you gonna tell me or do I have to break my 'no-hitting-women' rule?" You could feel his eyes on you. You don't want an innocent person to recieve a beating and saying it's your own problem clearly didn't work, so your only option is....
"Listen... this isn't the best situation to say I'm about to say, but hear me out." You looked up, staring at the bright blue sky. Your vision was starting to clear up.
You didn't see it, but he raised an eyebrow in question.
"I like you. No, I'm in love with you." It simultaneously felt like there was a weight lifted off your shoulders and that ten more were placed on top. You're just desperate to ruin your friendship with him, aren't you?
"I knew that! Why the fuck are you crying over me...?" His words brought your still slightly red, glassy eyes to his, and a sentence jumbled in your throat, coming out as a strange groan.
"You k-knew?! This whole time?!" You tried again, clenching your shirt in your hand.
"You were making it pretty fucking obvious. Even Chifuyu noticed you acting weird." Baji still looked angry, this time at you, but you had a feeling he was very relieved deep down.
"Then... why didn't you say anything?" You held your hand against your forehead in embarrasment. Were you really being that obvious?
"I was waiting for you to confess, did you expect me to casually say 'it's real obvious you're crushing on me' one day?" He raised a brow, moving a part of his hair away from his eyes.
"Fair enough..." the fact he waited for you to confess on your own accord sparked a certain feeling in your chest. Speaking of confessions...
"So, uhh, what's your answer...?" you're not sure why you're even asking. He's made it clear multiple times he isn't interested in girls and relationships.
It is the entire reason you've been on the verge of tears all day.
"Why the hell not. I've been looking for new thrills lately anyways." Your eyes widened, taking a few seconds to properly process his words. You must have looked spaced out of your mind at that moment.
He said it non-chalantly, like he couldn't care less if it was you or another girl but somehow you knew that wasn't the case. You knew he was glad that it's you.
"Well, I'll be damned." You were honestly in too much shock to properly react to the fact he just agreed to be your boyfriend.
He smiled at you widely, showcasing his sharp teeth. "What's up with that reaction? You want me to beat your ass?"
"I'm happy! Trust me, I'm happy!" You yelled out as if you were scared but you knew he didn't mean it.
Does this mean you'll be the primary target if Baji gets into trouble with another gang and they decide to take revenge? How will your life change now? Will your parents approve of a boyfriend like him? Somehow, you never really thought about things like that until that moment.
...Hmmm, maybe the danger is worth it.
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meatloafzzz · 1 year
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madamemaddy · 3 months
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“if you don’t like sebaciel, then you shouldn’t be able to like grelle either, cause she’s a fictional murderer!”
cool ok so this is what tumblr is gonna put on my dash today.
how do i explain to some of y’all that the reason most people don’t like sebaciel is not because we can’t handle “dark themes in fiction” or whatever the fuck. it’s because y’all take a topic that is widely considered to be problematic, ethically wrong, and ILLEGAL and turn it into something to romanticized and fetishized. this might be a hot take, but i wouldn’t have such a problem with sebaciel if a majority of the people who talked about did so with the sensitivity and grace that topics such as CSA deserve. if people ACTUALLY explored the consequences and toxic nature of such a pairing would inevitably have, instead of just drawing cp of their favorite anime characters. if people didn’t talk about it like “uwu my hawt yaoi boyz teehee they’re so cute together” (this is an example of hyperbole by the way.) you say people should be more accepting of dark themes in fiction, but are YOU mature enough be talking about them like they ARE dark themes?? because to me a lot of you don’t, and treat it like a fucking twilight novel. to quote a tumblr post, “no one on fucking ao3 is vladimir nabokov.”
anyways. i don’t think liking a character who’s a fictional murderer means i have to endorse the fictional pedophilia ship.
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wink-1-8-2 · 8 months
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quality just got lower
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serial-kissing · 6 months
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Me when I'm so fucking sleepy in the shower idk
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bethanydelleman · 14 days
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When we first stated dating, I thought:
If I gained 50 pounds, would you still love me?
It's been 14 years, two kids, and 40 pounds
And you look at me with more love than I have for myself.
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a-wondering-thought · 3 months
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oh fuck my parents have been snooping and now know what tumblr is and that i have online friends so i swear to god if they look at my blog, i cant! i cant!! this is the only fucking place i can actually say my thoughts and make friends i cant lose this its the only reason im not way worse oh god if i lose this i might actually kill myself because a huge fucking part of why i havent already is because i want to be there for my friends and if they are taken away how am i going to remember the other reasons to live? guys if this blog at any time deactivates im so so sorry, i feel so sick rn i want to cry i cant lose this blog
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does anybody ever think about how sickly and weak shen yuan must have been to have died of food poisoning? like, the number of things he wouldent have been able to to growing up with such a weak immunity system and how, now that hes in a new, stronger body, he can do so many things he didnt think hed ever be able to do how stressed and overprotective his family must have been over him overbearing ?
like imagine, hes being offered something that he usually cant eat, around the first few years as shen qingqiu and his immidaite response is to decline but then he remembers he can eat that now!
or like one day shen qingqiu catches a fever or sm and hes like "oh! a fever. did not miss this!!!" and drinks some tea and takes whatever xianxias version of painkillers is and proceeds not to tell anybody bc he forgot that him getting really sick is normal and to him. until hes talking to someone about something and he takes a cake (bc he forgot he should not be eating that) and he starts coughing really bad and everyones panicing and binghes about to kill someone bc he thinks someone poisoned his husband
(imagine shen qingqiu gets sick. not even that ill! a common cold and remembers white on white, blue clothing and pitying looks from people. not expecting to live past 20 years for how sickly he is and crying, and binghe just feeling so helpless because his husband is sitting there and suffering because of some trauma and he dosent know what to do)
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ingasolja · 9 months
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Swedish Midsommar: 🌸🌼🎉🌲✨🥂❤️
Norwegian Jonsok:
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I made this nearly a year ago wow, anyways another post woo (sorry)
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amphibious-thing · 21 days
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Would people be interested in a post about the relationship between roast beef, gender nonconformity and epilepsy or is it to obvious to be interesting?
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itsladieslike · 2 months
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“Heyy” girl stfu. I wanna spread you open and give you friction burn on your coochie with my tongue.
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