#it hurts it hurts it really does even my straight A's couldn't make me less of a fuck up

[weird-is-life]

hii! So I've never made a request before- but I was wondering if you could write a sunshine!reader × spencer where reader is a but dimmer(less sunshiney? Idk lol) than usual? Something sort of fluffy and comfort like if that makes sense :) I love your work sm and i saw your requests were open so- <33

Hii lovely ty for the request🥰! And thank you for loving my work, ily😭 hope this is okay. Warnings: fluff, reader is a bit upset, mentions of food/drink, use of pet names(0.9k)

You come to work without your usual cheery aura. You greet everybody with a smile, but Spencer sees right through it. He can tell the difference between your real smile, and between this fake smile. I mean, he would be kind of a bad boyfriend if he couldn't differ them.

Spencer comes up to your desk, his hand immediately finds yours, "hi, sweetheart."

You look up at him, fake smile already plastered on your pretty face, "hi, Spence."

"Are you okay?" Spencer whispers, trying not to draw any attention to you.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I just didn't sleep well," you respond way too quickly so Spencer knows you're lying right away.

"Really?" Spencer asks softly, trying to get the real answer.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Really." You form another fake smile on your face. But Spencer doesn't push you, he knows you'll tell him in your own time if you want to.

Spencer squeezes your shoulder lovingly, and lets you get back to work. And even though he isn't going to try, and force you to tell him what's wrong, he's not letting it go.

Spencer settles on the plan to try to cheer you up, even if just a little.

Spencer goes to grab a coffee to a little café near the Bau so he grabs a drink and some sweet pastries for you as well. He even buys you a flower, just one simple flower not a bouquet, but it's your favourite so he hopes that you'll like it.

As soon as Spencer gets back to the office he makes a beeline for you. You don't notice him coming, too focused on the papers, until the beautiful flower is right in front of your face.

"Oh," you yelp in surprise, small but genuine smile right away on your lips, "what's this?"

"This," he also puts the drink and the pastries on your table," is for you."

"For me? Why?" you ask a little confused, but Spencer already can see that your mood has been lifted even if just a bit.

"Just because," Spencer beams at you.

You raise your brows at him, "just because?" you giggle. Your giggle makes Spencer almost melt away.

"Yeah, " Spencer shrugs his shoulders. He would have bought you thousands of flowers if it meant that you would smile at him like this again. He overwhelmingly wants to kiss you, but he just can't kiss you in the middle of the office.

He decides that a little peck on your cheek wouldn't hurt. He quickly looks around, and then does it.

You cheeks go rosy, "thank you, handsome. This is really nice."

"Of course," Spencer smiles at you one more time before he leaves you be. He sits at his desk, and takes a sip of his coffee.

It's missing the very much needed sugar, even if he did ask for more sugar at the café It's still not enough. He goes straight to the small office kitchen.

You notice Spencer going there, and follow him. You can't believe how sweet Spence is. I mean, you know he's literally the sweetest person on the earth, but still it takes you by a surprise every time. It makes you love him even more everytime, too.

You swear, you were very close to crying when he brought you the flower. You haven't been feeling very well since the morning. It's just one of those days when you wake up with an upset mood, and there's no actual reason behind it. It's just this way sometimes.

You know Spencer noticed this bad mood. And of course, he's trying everything he can to make you feel better without being forceful. So you want to thank him again.

"Hi, sweetheart, need more sugar too?" Spencer notices you straight away.

"No, I just wanted to say thank you again, Spence," you say sheepishly.

"No need to say thanks again. I'm glad you like my little surprise," Spencer can't help it when you're around him, his hand immediately lands on your hip.

You try to give him a smile, but you just anxiously look at him, "I just... Y-you were right. I-I don't feel good today."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Spencer softly asks in hushed voice, his hand starts to do circles on your exposed skin where your sweater has risen.

"Can we talk about it later?" You don't feel like talking about it right now. Especially not at work. You'd rather do it later with Spencer's arms around you.

"Definitely, lovely. You can come to my apartment if you want to. We don't even have to talk, we could just put on a movie or something. Does that sound okay?" Spencer proposes unsurely, he doesn't want to make you even more sad. He wouldn't survive it for sure. He's so used to your happy smiles and cheerful mood that it's weird seeing you so sullen. He doesn't like seeing you like this at all, it breaks his heart a little.

"Sounds perfect." You look at him like you want to ask him also something else, and Spencer doesn't even need to guess to know what to do. He's seen those puppy eyes on your numerous times.

Spencer quickly wraps his arms around you, instantly whispering sweet things in your ear, "I love you, y'know that?"

"I know, love you, too," you say into his shirt, already feeling a small amount of tension leave your body.

You stay like that until you are positive that you are blushing like crazy from his compliments, and until someone else comes into the kitchen for a coffee (you don't want to be another lecture about inappropriate behaviour at work, you leave that to other people).

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid

[loki-us]

Welcome to my Mega Problematic Sylvie post

I wanted to make a list of everything problematic about Sylvie in s1 and s2 because she gets away with whatever she wants and it bugs me to no end that she never takes accountability for any of the pain she causes.

You have been warned. So let's get into it.

1. Sylvie’s way is the only way and she expects everyone else to just bend to her will without complaint

2. She is physically mentally and emotionally incapable of trusting anyone besides herself

3. She uses other people's emotions to manipulate them into getting what she wants

4. She refuses to even entertain the possibility that anything besides her own opinion is correct

5. She criticizes others' attempts to clean up the mess she caused while she herself does absolutely nothing about it

6. Always looking to ruin and run, taking the easy way out and avoiding any accountability

7. Puts her own need for revenge above the well-being of everyone else in the multiverse

8. Blames everyone else for the problems she herself caused

9. Insults everyone at the TVA for their lack of empathy despite it being the exact reason she didn't want to return in the first place. Every critique she delivers just illustrates how much of a hypocrite she is

10. Berates Mobius and all the people who are actually trying to fix her problem even though they never once blamed her for the mess they're in

11. Acts like she's doing everyone a favor just for being there and insulting everyone when in reality, Loki had to ask multiple times before finally getting her to return

12. Never willing to put in more effort than just destroying everything and walking away

13. Even when directly asked for her help, Sylvie straight up refuses. She couldn't care less about anything besides her McDonald's employee-of-the-month badge

14. Sylvie gaslights Loki into thinking they're the same, that she's not in the wrong because they're both only thinking of themselves. In reality, Sylvie is thinking only of going back to her own timeline, alone, while Loki is thinking only of making his friends happy, because that's what makes him happy too.

15. While being completely unsympathetic to Loki struggling with his greatest fear, Sylvie makes the decision that Loki's friend's are all better off where they are now. But is it really better for them, or just better for Sylvie?

16. And now, after 11 episodes and countless requests for Sylvie's help, she actually cares about the rest of the multiverse. And yet it's still solely because her own timeline is finally in danger

17. When Loki ends up sacrificing himself to solve the problem Sylvie created, her only response is a joyful shrug that she's now happy, alone, and responsibility-free.

Overall, I know Sylvie's only purpose as a character is to be a darker mirror of Loki and everything she does is understandably informed by her trauma. This is likely a result of having a limited-episode-series and having all male/not diverse writers creating female characters. Sylvie is used only as a comparison to Loki before he met Mobius, and unfortunately is never given any thoughtful character moments like Loki had showing how he was aware that his actions hurt others. In 1x1, Loki talks about how he doesn’t enjoy hurting people and only does it to maintain control. The only time we ever see Sylvie reconsider her actions is when she didn’t kill Timely, which I think is more because she saw herself in Timely as someone who didn’t want to be controlled by their ‘destiny,’ not because she developed any kindness or compassion toward him.

I understand the fact that Sylvie was never given someone like Mobius to allow her the opportunity to change like Loki did, but I don't think that should excuse her causing so much pain and being so self-centered. Sylvie never trusted or cared about anyone and that's also my biggest argument against Sylki; her loving or being driven by anyone besides herself is just so inconsistent with her entire character.

Anyway, my purpose here was not to be hateful or to search for any reason to criticize Sylvie, but instead to look critically at her character since I've seen a lot of people praise her as the strong, independent female Loki whose behavior can always be forgiven. Unfortunately, the way she was written is that Sylvie turned her own trauma into everybody else's problem and they all spent 2 seasons trying to clean up her mess. That's my take thank you and goodnight

#loki #anti sylki #this was so cathartic just let me have this #loki spends the whole season trying to save his friends and Sylvie blocks him at every turn #with her bad attitude and insults and gaslighting #it drives me irrationally bonkers #I’m not saying it’s Sophia’s fault or anything like that #I just wish they wrote her character better #can we get some more diverse writers #pls and thx #sylvie #mobius #loki series #loki tv #loki s2 #loki season two #loki season one #loki s1 #gifset #anti sylvie #thoughts-theories #loki-us blog

[vader-anakin]

"Not just Ken" - Ken x Reader

I read some cute stuff yesterday with Ken x Reader and I thought about writing something because my head was all over the place. I like to write but I'm not sure this sucks. Let me know if you like the story and I can manage to write about their story 🥹🥰

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You're a lawyer and you've met Ken about two months ago, but the guy - the doll - decided he would live better in Barbieland. But what if he wanted to actually live in real world and give a chance to be normal?

You were in your office finishing another appointment with a client after a rough long day of work, not enough coffee cups could make you feel less stressed and you were still going to see two more of them. As you sat in your chair you take the few free minutes you have to check your social media and texts, letting a loud sigh fill the ambiance. A knock on your door gets your attention off the mobile and you look your assistant's head getting in the office, she was a little confused and kinda annoyed, which sometimes wasn't new for you considering the amount of work you were doing during the week. Shelby cleared her throat, looked behind her and looked at you again.

- There's a weird blond man who wants to see you, he says it's important and doesn't wanna wait for another 2 hours. - She emphasized the "2 hours". Holy shit, two hours? What kind of person waits that long to talk to you and doesn't have anything else to do? You realize the weird blond man is nobody but Ken himself. Jesus, Ken, you never learn.

- Let him in, thank you Shelby. - You let a small grin as she gives space for the man-doll to enter and he looks at you like he depends on whatever he wanted to say to you, even though it makes you worried because he's always smiling and spreading joy around him.

- Hey, Ken. What is it you want? - He looked concerned, a bit stressful to say the least. He tried not to keep making eye contact for too long, and he also tries really hard to find the right words.

- I, uh.. I think I'm going back to Barbieland. - His words sounded way too long in your ears and you actually froze for a few seconds, trying to digest the news. You've spent the last two months trying to make him feel comfortable around real people, taught him how to do real people things and made him feel like he could actually give a chance living like a man, not a doll. Boy, did that hurt. And you thought after all this time together he would've enjoyed everything. He sat down on the chair and looked straight at you, a different spark in his blue eyes.

- I'm not sure I'm ready to live in this world, most of the time I like being around and doing different stuff I never did there, but it's too hard to have feelings, you know? I really cherish you, a lot to be honest, but I don't think I can be someone who has real feelings, I try too hard and I fail and it's just not good.

You sat on another chair next to him, slowly holding his cheeks with both hands, bringing him closer to you.

- You look sad, Ken. And that's a feeling, when you feel that way it means you care about other people. - You smiled and saw his lips raising a little.

- That's a feeling? But how can I tell when I have a feeling? Does it just happen? - His genuine question made your heart explode, you know how he's managed to learn all the things you wanted to teach him.

- Most of the time it does, but if it helps you can say whenever you get that. Right now, when you look at me, what is it you think?

It took 15 long seconds for him to say anything, but the way he held your hands that were still in his face you felt a different vibration in your body you couldn't explain. Ken looked down and up straight at you, blue eyes sparkling and transmitting something unusual. A few streak of hair falling in his forehead made him look like he came straight out of a magazine, the same feeling you had the very first time you met him

- I think.... I wanna kiss you, but.. - You acted out of yourself for that moment and stick your lips together as if it was the right thing to do. Obviously, he didn't react like you expected and of course he wouldn't know what a kiss was. That's why you just left your lips pressed for a while, until he realized it was something good he was feeling.

You didn't want to end it, but as soon as you opened your eyes you saw he still had his closed. You held his perfect big hand with your right hand, and with the other one you fixed his bang, leaving a trace with your thumb through his perfect jawline.

- So? - You asked, feeling a little numb, expecting him to finally open his eyes and look at you. Took him way too long to do that, but when he did he opened the biggest smile, showing all of his perfect teeth.

- That was amazing, can we do it again? - He asked, still looking like he had a shot of serotonin in his body. Ken held your hand and your face and gave you another kiss, this time he tried to open his mouth and you gave him permission, trying to find his tongue. The man let out a groan you weren't expecting and it made you tremble between your legs, but forced to stay sane because he was still someone different.

When you parted ways he kissed the back of your hand and smiled at you.

- I've never done that before, but I've watched some movies and saw people kissing all the time. How did I do?

You laughed softly and cherished his face with one of your hands, still feeling numb from the kiss.

- It was really good, Ken. But you still wanna leave, and we can't keep doing that if you're not staying. - You sighed between the words and the realization of him not being there anymore opened a hole in your heart. Never in a million years would you think feeling something for a man-doll would hurt like hell, but he made his presence more than just comfortable and wonderful.

- I don't know what to say now. I guess I wanna go back, I'm afraid I won't be a good person here. - He looked down and rubbed his face like he was starting to have all the emotions at the same time. It must be pain. He was sad when he came in, felt happy when he kissed you and now he was distressed. - Do you think I can try? I really like you, I know that. But what if I don't act like you all?

- Look, you don't have to fight against it, just take your time. What you're getting now is a mix of emotions and it means you have feelings. You know I'm always gonna be by your side if you decide to stay, but I can't choose for you.

- If you could, would you like me to stay? - He asked, looking at you like a lost puppy. Of course he would do that, even if it wasn't intentional. "In a fucking heartbeat, yes".

- I would love if you stayed. I told you before, I would always help you get through all this. - You smiled at him, giving him the comfort he needed. You were always there for him, you made him make friends with people you trusted and know would never hurt him. You made him realize real world isn't so bad, even though you prepared him to the madness and evilness that could happen along the way.

- I just don't know if I would be good enough for you. I wasn't good enough for Barbie, she didn't care about me like I cared about her. And now I understand what a feeling is, because when she turned me down I felt sad. I wrote her a song, talked about how she only saw me as a friend.

His words sounded really hurt, and you weren't sure it was a good option to make him stay and he clearly wasn't over her. It was all fucked up for you at that moment, but you just wanted to live the present, the future can wait.

- Hey, I'm not sure I told you before, but you're enough okay? You're something any woman, or even a doll, would love to have as company. If she didn't see you as a boyfriend that's too bad for her, she's losing one of the best things in that world. - You gave him a genuine hug and he tightened his grip around you. Ken let out a sigh and you realized he was definitely having his feelings all over the place and it wasn't something new, he just couldn't see through it.

- If I stay, can we make this thing work? I wanna become better. - The blond man asked in a muffled way as his face was still resting on your shoulder. - I wanna be Kenough for you.

You couldn't resist but to smile and laugh a little at the sweet pun he made. After a few seconds hugging him, you bit your lip and agreed with him. He gave you another hug, this time he made sure he wouldn't let go of you so soon and you could hear Ken say "thank you". You have no idea what's the next step as you were still lost in everything that happened in such short time. He would never hurt you, and you knew you would never hurt him either. He was willing to give a new life a chance, and you made sure you'd be there with him. Maybe you could make this work, maybe you could live in your own "Barbieland".

#ken x reader #ryan gosling #ken #barbie #jcusack #useraurore #usercy

[hotchfiles]

From your new prompt list I’m thinking 5 and James ♡

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james + reader ⋆ crouching to your eye level while they cup your chin, wiping your tears, "tell me what i can do for you." "stay."

the problem with perfectionism wasn't really the fact that perfection is unachievable, something completely impossible to achieve would be easy to drop, surely, the problem with perfection is the almost. almost getting to it, reaching so close you might as well touch it and still not attaining it, and then forcing yourself to reach for it again and again. because when you're an almost person, you have to believe you're capable of perfection. that you're equipped for it. you just have to keep reaching.

sadly for you, you were an almost person, almost straight Os, with too many E.Es and a few As that did more than just keep you on your toes. when your mother said you needed to get into quidditch like her and your father, you only obliged, like you always did, she wanted you to participate in everything hogwarts could provide you, and to strive for perfection like she always did. you got into the team, sure, but was benched from the get-go, probably being able to get on the field during actual matches a couple times only during your whole time in hogwarts. and you so wanted to make your mother proud, you wanted her to see your efforts, to relish in the fact you tried, tried to be the perfect student, tried to be a good quidditch player, tried to be an auror like she wanted. your mum wasn't a tried person though, she was a perfection achieved person. when you dropped out of auror training you knew your relationship with your mother would be strained, and you knew the type of treatment you would have to endure from her, what you didn't know is how much it would hurt when she couldn't even send you a letter for your birthday, or to ask about the small bakery you had started at the kitchen of your own apartment. that's why when james comes to your apartment to watch movies and fill up on pastries like you both always do on your birthday, he finds you on your bed, eating a cupcake, sobbing like a child. and he doesn't have to ask, because this has happened before, since you were just kids back in hogwarts, he would catch you crying about your grades, or your hair, or your skin, or anything that somehow made you feel less than perfect. and it has been an unspoken agreement to leave you alone, maybe get you something to eat, maybe come back later with a blanket, but to not be there, to not watch you in such a humiliating circumstance. and he respected it every time, even though it hurt him as your best friend. and on your birthday of all days, james can feel a snatch on his heart as he goes over to your bed. you're sitting down, mascara awfully runny, lips still collecting chocolate from the cupcakes you've been eating. he crouches to your eye level while cupping your chin, wiping your tears as delicately as he could, trying not to make you feel exposed or disturbed, "tell me what i can do for you, honey." and truly, he fully expects you to ask him to go away, to come back tomorrow, but instead your hands grip to his shoulder and ask him what he's been waiting for you to ask all those times and he didn't even know. "stay. please." and he does, nodding softly just before you gave him room by your side in your bed, and you both laid down, face to face, as james rubbed your arm so softly it made you feel warm and cozy. and before you can even think of falling asleep to the calming sound of his breathing, his hand goes back to your face, holding you still as he tentatively pulls himself closer, first by brushing his lips to your forehead, and then to your lips, you keep your eyes closed, just in case this is a dream, but you kiss him back, it's slow and loving as your tongues twirl around. james pulls away first, not only for air, but because he has so much to say to you, and he realizes you both have time, but you have to know it, "you're perfect for me, always, in everything you do or don't do. to me, perfection means you." the choice of words only he could master, because only james knew how much those haunted you every single day. and you knew believing him meant the whole concept of perfection wasn't as strict as you were taught, but as you looked in his eyes, and your fingers went through his curly dark hair, and his lips turned into that stupid smug grin that he gave you every time he was able to make you admit you were wrong about something... you believed him, because to you, right now, perfection meant him.

#james potter x reader #lari writes blurbs #tumblr is being a bitch omg #james potter x you #james potter imagine #james potter x y/n #james potter scenario #james x y/n #james x you #james x reader

[deaconusdelirium]

Readers Unconscious

Alright, it’s been a long time since I wrote for any CoD characters, so forgive me if they seem OOC (but hey, it’s fanfic so who cares?)

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Request: "I am so excited for the campaign. But I also had a request sent to you in the past, about how the Cold War characters would carry you if you were to pass out. Could I change that to the Task force 141, Los vaqueros and shadow company? Maybe add Woods? Also, they have feelings for the reader but they don't want her to know 👉👈"

You're wish is my command love<3

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley-

Ghost is used to people being in his personal space. He wants the enemy to know that he's not scared of them especially with how close they are. So he tries to wake you up at first, shaking you a bit, and there's really no time to sit and wait. He was going to just carry you with both arms but he has all that extra equipment on his chest and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. So he kinda just.. pulls you up onto his back, like a piggy back ride. He couldn't care less on personal space in a time like this so he pretty much just lets you take all the time you need.

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish-

This man has feral energy. We've seen first hand his level of sarcasm and what his humors like. But he can also be very serious, so when you're out like a light, he panics before trying to radio Ghost on what to do. However he's not picking up and that leaves him alone. He tries to find the best position to pick you up without making it awkward, considering the feelings he's had tucked away for awhile. But the easiest way for him was to just last you across his shoulders like basic training does. He's not the best in stealth so it leaves room for him to reach for his gun without dropping you

Alejandro Vargas-

My man is very very respectful, he doesn't want to touch you in anyway that makes you or him feel weird or bad about it later. If anything, Rodolfo is most likely with him, so he can always ask to have him throw one arm around his shoulder while he grabs the other. But say it's just the two of you, then what? He's straight to the point about things, so he's not wasting any time. He wants to get out of this situation fast, he also wants you to be safe, making him speed up the process. He doesn't wear many stuff, so throwing you over his shoulder will do, so even when you wake up he'll just plant you right back on your feet

Phillip Graves-

Graves is respectful when others are around, but when they aren't, all that, just goes out the window. He probably wouldn't like it when you do pass out, most likely reprimand you later on. But he also can't help but feel bad, he wants to show you he can be caring, so not taking it out on you is him being nice. If anything, he'll have one of his shadows carry you instead of him doing so himself. But if they're all out in different positions leaving just the two of you. He's already somewhat upset and having you unconscious gets a little more on his nerves. Don't expect him to be gentle, he keeps one hand on his gun and the other is grabbing the little handle on the back of your vest and dragging you along. Just be grateful he didn't leave you where you were, that's him being generous

Frank Woods-

I feel like his is pretty obvious, but that might just be me. But remember when Woods had to drag Mason? It's like that, but it's not. He likes you, and the thing you two have going on is something he wants to see where it leads to. He's very touchy feely with you, and has no problem carrying you bridal style, we all know he has a chaotic personality, so carrying you like this is probably the most gentlest way he could carry you in this situation. He somewhat takes it serious within that time, careful not to hurt you or put you in an uncomfortable position. He checks on you every now and then just to make sure you're still breathing

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Copy and pasted from Wattpad.

Get ready fckrs, this new game has me feeling… feelings

Ghost👀

#Simon ghost Riley #johnny soap mactavish #Alejandro Vargas #phillip graves #Frank woods #call of duty modern warfare #MWII #spoilers #call of duty Warzone #black ops Cold War #cod x reader #x reader

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

Heey, back again with Chapter 6 :) Nothing too major goin on here, really. Nothing actually important happens until later. @itsberrydreemurstuff, @bibooby, and @laegume, I saved you all seats. (Also, @andyssilly, thought I might tag you in case you don't see this.)

Uh, before I start our little performance, I have a few lil things I'd like to say reaaal quick. The first is thaaaat... *brp bada brp brp brp boooo (that was a trumpet noise if you couldn't tell)* I have a tag for the fic now! I tagged all the chapters under the title "Where the Stars Don't Shine", so if you type it into my lil thing, it should come up! I'll probably pin a post with a the chapters linked eventually, I just keep forgetting to do it. And the second thing is slightly less important, but thought I might put it here anyways. Guys, I post polls sometimes that help me make decisions on things regarding the chapters. Nothing major, of course, just small tidbits and whatnot, but I'd really appreciate it if more people could vote on those. It's cool though, I don't mind.

Anyways, that's all for now, I guess! Soooo...

On with the show!

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The day thankfully passes by without much issue, though truthfully you were in a daze for most of it. All you remember is the lights being unusually bright (you thought nothing of it) and a puppet show. Sun hadn’t spoken to you since your wake-up, which was a bit of a relief.

Cleaning had been a bit slower on your end. You think Sun had mentioned it at some point, though you could be mistaken. You know for a fact that he told you not to bring your pills to work on account of the kids getting access to them after you took one to ease the sharp throbbing in your head that had not let up after your nap. Strangely, you felt worse afterwards. You were sorely tempted to put in your earbuds, if only to block out that awful buzzing. You refrained, however; you really didn’t need Sun chastising you for the third time today.

You said good night, getting no response, and left. You don’t remember getting home, but you do remember trying to find something to eat in your nearly bare pantry. You found some eggs and semi-decent bread, made french toast, and passed out.

The pounding is not evaded today, either. Your head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and it takes effort to keep your eyes open. You splash some water  on your face as a temporary fix, drink a bit of cough medicine to fight back your sore throat, and head to work.

You head straight for the desk, not bothering to say good morning to the animatronic in charge this time. Your bag hits the floor with a hard thunk, and you open it. You hope you thought to pack a lunch earlier, though you seriously doubt it with your frazzled state. 

Evidently, the source of the noise is actually a brick. You’re not even sure how you managed it, but it does explain why it felt so heavy to lug around. You assume it’s Moon’s work and think little else of it, placing it off to the side before Sun spots it and accuses you of vandalism or burglary or something. 

From the things you actually packed, most are your typical. Laptop, two books instead of one, earbuds, keys, your phone, and a second set of clothes. No lunch, though you weren’t expecting that one. You do find a granola bar instead, and tuck it in your pocket for safekeeping. Maybe you could eat it on the break you never used.

 You interest yourself in the books you brought. You’d already read (book) from cover to cover a dozen times over, but one more couldn’t hurt. The other was one of your additions for the children, and something you were hoping Moon would approve of as well. You hadn’t seen a copy of Brambly Hedge anywhere, but you’d love’d it when you were growing up. They’d liked the Peter Rabbit copy you’d put in, so with any luck, this one would garner a similar reaction.

You remind yourself to bring something for your coworker some other time. Moon may be a prick, but he seemed to get pretty bored when the children fell asleep. Perhaps something to keep him occupied would help, and maybe even get him off your back when the lights cut. What kind of books would he like, though? He’d stolen one of your Sherlock Holmes novels in your first month of work, and you’d caught him peeking over your shoulder on several different occasions when you’d brought your gothic horrors and dystopians, which also tended to mysteriously disappear. You couldn’t just walk up to him and ask, though. Asking either of them for something hardly ever went well.

You brush off the thought and remind yourself to actually request some funding for an idea you’d gotten some time back. The Daycare, action packed and entertaining as it was, didn’t really have much reading material outside of little kiddie books featuring corporate’s mascots, and while you weren’t opposed to donating your old children’s books, some newer ones would probably be more appealing. You’d noticed that Moon also seemed to enjoy the greater variety. He tended to gravitate towards classics and fables for naptime, though you made sure to only plant a few at a time do as not to arouse suspicion. You were pretty sure they thought it was the higher-ups’ doing, and you weren’t going to be the one to correct them. 

You whip around, scanning the Daycare for any sign of the animatronic before taking off with the book in hand, shelving it among the other books you’d brought. You walk back to the desk, feeling almost proud of yourself, until a voice pipes up behind you. “Friieeend, what are you dooing?” 

For the record, despite what the security cameras captured, you did not screech and trip over nothing. 

You flip over and jump back up onto your feet, hastily responding to fend off any conclusion he’d make about this. “Who’s doing something? Me? No, I’m not doing anything, nothing at all.”

Yeah, that didn’t sound suspicious at aaaall, nice going.

Sun’s faceplate turns, static grin growing wider with each click. “Reeeally now? Because it seems to me like you were trying to sneak something from the shelf.”

Great. Now he thinks you’re a thief.

You shake your head frantically, crossing your arms to further prove a point. “No, no I’m not, promise.” Yeah, that’ll help, Y/N, way to seem like a criminal.

His face reverts to its normal position, and you think you’re in the clear (until) he speaks up again. “Glad to be wrong then! Still, I think I’d rather be safe than sorry. You wouldn’t mind if I checked, would you?”

This smug little- You shoot him a strained smile and a thumbs-up that does not display your panic in any way. “Nnnnnnope, go right ahead!”

His own smile stretches. He stoops down to your height and surveys the shelf, default smile forming an unreadable expression that you’re not sure you want to uncover the meaning of. He speaks after a few moments. “This wasn’t here earlier.” He taps the spine of the newly added Brambly Hedge on the shelf for emphasis.

You swallow, arms locked at your sides. You question whether you’d prefer him accusing you of thievery or stupidity. 

He pulls it out and flips through the pages, gaze snapping back to you quizzically.

“How did it get here?” He muses out loud, putting you on the spot with a look that makes you freeze.

Your brain races to find an acceptable response other than the actual truth, and lying will only get you in more trouble. 

You pause. Moon can’t know. 

“Is Moon listening?” you probe.

He pauses, rays doing a half-spin before he responds, “Not at the moment.”

You seriously doubt that, but it’ll have to do. 

You’re so screwed. 

You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, rushing what you want to say at speeds that leave your lungs gasping as you stumble over your words. “I noticed the older kidsandsometimesMoon get bored so I thought I could bring some booksforthemfromhome but I haven’t asked management forper-permissionyetIwasgonnadothatintoday’sreportsorryandthekidsreallylikedperterrabbitsoithoughtmaybethey’dlikethisonetoopleasedon’ttellmoonormanagementIcan’tlosethisjob.” 

Your eyes are tightly screwed shut by the end of your tirade, hands clenched into fists. You peek an eye open to find Sun not in front of you, but on the other side of the room.

Yep, you are so dead when naptime rolls around.

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Sun was at a sort of standstill with this new information. You were the one responsible for those books mysteriously piling up on their shelves, out of your own pocket, and you hadn’t thought to ask management? 

He hadn’t been lying when he told you Moon was absent: his brother was never active when Sun was out, preferring to stay offline unless called upon. 

He should tell Moon. This was probably something he’d want to know, something that could possibly get you fired. 

He paused. Would it get you fired? On one hand, you were required to report everything, including any changes you requested. On the other, you were the one paying for said changes, which meant the company didn’t have to do it themselves. If anything, they’d probably just issue you off with a warning and make you pay for everything.

Besides, while the Daycare was practically perfect in his humble opinion, he did have to admit he appreciated the new additions, and he wasn’t going to refuse the benefits, even if they were from you. 

Sun had a feeling his brother wouldn’t agree.

Another lightbulb flickered on in his head. You’d bought the books. He wondered what else you’d brought under the guise of management. 

He sighed, conflicted. You were right, the kids did like Peter Rabbit, along with every other book you’d brought in.

He supposed he could keep this little revelation to himself. Not for you, he reasoned, but for the kids. And speaking of the kids, a handful of them were already entering through the doors now, signaling the start of the day.

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Aaaaand that's a wrap! Hope that was up to standard :) Y/N seems to be getting a little worse, hehehe...and I suuure hope Moon doesn't find out about all this, that would make for an interesting confrontation...But yeah, the Assistant's basically been funding most of the stuff for the Daycare at this point. They buy groceries when Management forgets to, restocks for emergency supplies and cleaning stuff, and buys new things for the kids sometimes.

#sorry to bother #don't mind me #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf moon x reader #Moondrop x reader #Sundrop x reader #fnaf moon x y/n #fnaf sun x y/n #Where the Stars Don't Shine

[hetalia-club]

Finally i don't feel alone in thinking the fandom is toxic, because I had to deal with a horrible amount of ableism (for literal disabilities I have and apparently someone thought I was incontinent and basically compared incontinent people to diaperfuckers) and even still I have to hide behind anon due to the fact the fandom also has a problem with stalking too, since i have been stalked by people who made private accounts around me and screenshotting everything I said to the point I had to actually talk to someone from the Trevor Project because I genuinely did not feel safe

apologies for the rambling, this fandom isn't normal about disabled people

Honey I'm so sorry :(. Yes people are mean and something about this fandom normalizes it. Idk what it is exactly. People say it's 'always been this way' and while that's true it HAS gotten WORSE. mainly because the fandom is smaller and the assholes just sort of all form a cult together and thrive off each others negativity. They say the people with the worse opinions are the loudest and that couldn't be more true within this fandom.

Also the ability to go fully anonymous on this sight is both a blessing and a plague. I do feel that there SHOULD be a way to find out who the anon was. I myself have been consistently harassed by a Spain kin for almost 5 years. It used to really get to me and it doesn't anymore. I truly just no longer give a shit. I went on Hiatus for 2 years and they CAME BACK! Like they were waiting in the shadows and like a bond vilian just turned in their chair and were like "well well well...". It's just kind of funny if you think about it I live rent free in their dome and they don't even know me. An I can't block them because they are always on anon. So I just delete it and carry on with my life. Last year my therapist diagnosed me with Avoidant Personality Disorder and it answered a lot of questions I've always had about myself. Which means I am an extremely shy person chronically so. I take things to heart even if I shouldn't. I feel things very deeply for myself and for other people and animals. My therapist taught me some tools to try and help me deal and I got an increase in my meds. One of those was to not watch the news or actively sought out negative events because those destroy me. I just can't take it. It's a huge trigger for me and I wish it wasn't I don't like the idea that I make it about me' in some way. It doesn't really do much but it numbs me a bit and makes me care less. It still affects me sure but I feel too unbothered to care. My AI covers have been a HUGE stress relief for me and a good distraction from my feelings. But again it's just a distraction. They are little boosts of serotonin to make and it makes me happy and it makes me even happier when someone enjoys it.

The reason I tell you this is to help you understand that no one really gives a shit. That sounds harsh but please let me elaborate on that. I mean I have straight told people "I am legit too shy to function and I do not like to talk about certain things because it gives me major embarrassment that can last actual days. Can we find a new topic or maybe pivot." but they don't actually listen to me about it. And I understand that it's hard to remember everyone's little quirks but to constantly have to remind people and for them to just "Oh yeah sorry... anyway like I was saying" really stings. Because of my disorder you can imagine I have an extremely hard time speaking my mind and standing up for myself. I want everyone to like me I don't want anyone to dislike me to a fault. I will ignore my own feelings and emotions to let others speak about what makes them happy even if sometimes it does sting. So I actually very much do know exactly where you are coming from with that. Just please remember that these are strangers online. Yes they can say hurtful things but the second you close teh app they disappear. They don't actually matter. And YES I am fully aware that this is easier said than done please believe me on that.

This fandom does have a serious issue with ignoring and disrespecting others disabilities. Especially some that are not really heard about/normalized much like yours or mine. I 100% know everyone thinks I'm lying about my personality disorder being a real thing If they don't want to understand me I can't make them, which sucks but I have no control over that. I wish it were not that way but we can't change other people and the way they think/ act but we can work on ourselves and how we process harassment. I wish you luck anon, you're never alone on this bitch of an earth, love you <3

[finchyyy]

The less I know the better

kinda inspired by the song "The less I know the better"

wc- 498

Pairing- Hyunjin x reader

Warnings- Y/n is an asshole,cuss words, heavy angst, break ups , one sided relationships.

What should a person do when they catch feelings for their friend?

a) Confess

b) Don't let them find your feelings, keep them hidden.

d) Never talk to them again.

Option chosen by Hyunjin- Confess

The boy was tried from dropping hints. All his efforts were worthless. In the beginning, he was scared that he would ruin your friendship by confessing; however, now he could not take it. You would always see his gestures as something friends do, but his intentions were quite the opposite. You always saw him as your brother, although he was glad that you thought that you guys were close, but he wanted to be something more; he wanted to be your lover, not your bother. He couldn't keep it anymore; he was going insane. He was going to make you his today.

He knocked on your door, expecting to see you watching a movie on your couch. However, you were revealed with tear-stained cheeks and messy hair. "Oh, what happened to you?" Hyunjin said with a sympathetic expression. "Haneul broke up with me today," you said while hugging him for comfort. Hyunjin's body stiffened, and his fist clenched tighter. "The guy with blue hair?" he asked. "Mhm, and you know the thing that hurt the most was that I really loved him; I could imagine my future with him, Hyunnie. It hurts." "Does it really?" Hyunjin muttered under his breath. The moment he said that, you looked at him with teary eyes. "What do you mean?" You questioned him. God, now he could not back away.

"Y/n, I'm tired." He said, backing away from the hug. "Tired of what exactly? This moment is about me. You can't just say that you're tired; nothing has been happening in your life anyway." You replied. Before your reply, he never thought he would get mad at you; however, you cut straight through his last string.

 "Oh really? Nothing has been happening in my life. You would know if you ever asked. The thing is, all you care about is yourself. Every two weeks, you crawl towards me, crying over a different boy each time, saying you love him so much that you could marry him. Have you even seen the signals I've dropped?" Hyunjin spoke honestly; he already regretted his words, but it was too late to turn back. "What do you mean? I don't get it." You said. You were surprised by the new side you discovered.

"You never do! Y/n, I've liked you for a long time. I tried to show you that. Guys don't  normally show up at a girl's house at 3 in the morning just because their friend was not able to sleep. You have been avoiding my signs like it's a knife chasing you!" Hyunjin spat out his words. "And honestly, I wish you never told me about your breakups because my heart broke every time you cried over a boy. The less I knew, the better it would have been. Now that I think of it, you wouldn't even give a fuck about me and my  feelings. Before you could reply, Hyunjin ran out of the door, leaving you in pure shock and guilt.

#finchyyy's post😶‍🌫️ #skz fanfic #skz scenarios #skz x reader #stray kids #skz #hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #angst #drabble kpop #skz imagines #skz angst

[goopyedgay]

Uh time to be cringe

sometimes it makes me feel very bad and the fact of being a gregstella shipper bothers me, imagine that what you love the most and makes you happy is also what hurts you the most, I'm not doing anything wrong and still the people get to be very annoying and cruel to me, I want to believe because I am the one who is actively creating content about them, so I guess it makes sense that I'm the one who takes the hits.

I'm someone who tries to take things calmly but sometimes I just explode over things as simple and stupid as these, I know I asked people to block me if my content bothers them, and I appreciate that they do, but there are also people that the only thing seeks is to annoy, even sending me messages that I should kms.

I couldn't care less about these things when I'm in a good mood but in these moments when I just feel bad and I can only say, I'm sorry? sorry for shipping two characters that have nothing problematic? I wish I had become obsessed with something else instead of this but I can't help it, I've been dealing with this shit since last year, but now that I've become more open it only makes things worse.

I can't even calmly interact with the hellpark fandom because I'm afraid they'll get mad at me and point out that I'm "proshipper" or "lesbiphobic", at this point I don't even want to draw HP Estella and Gregory together, I have to admit that I ship them and that was the reason why I started doing it gregstella content, but to avoid problems I created my own au or whatever. (and it ended up becoming a very ambitious project wow)

I'm not lesbiphobic, in fact, I really like ships wlw, and I have considered being a lesbian many times but i'm aro so meh, just because I like a "straight" ship doesn't negate everything else, it will sound like an excuse but I don't even consider Gregory to be a man (or at least the one from hellpark and my au) or a woman, I consider him as... Gregory just being Gregory? I don't really give much importance to this hc thing because at the end of the day my favorite characters are my favorite characters for other reasons and not just for that, and I found myself unfortunate that my two favorite characters are two that you can't ship because it's "wrong". I know there are some gregstella shippers who have said or done unpleasant things, but there will always be weird people, and that doesn't mean we should pigeonhole us all into that.

It's sad that I have to say something as stupid as this to me. But I needed to get this off my chest because I'm really getting tired of this kind of stuff, I'll probably delete this later or maybe keep it here so people are clear about where I stand and stop saying or misinforming what I do or say, like e.g. I draw nsfw (something I have never done publicly and I haven't drawn this type of explicit things for years since I was grommed lol, and if I did in the future that is something that does not concern you, much less if you are minors)

Anyway, thank you very much to the people who support me and like my art, you really motivate me to continue being open with what I like and continue bringing content for the community of this beautiful ship, or even if you don't like the ship and you only like my artstyle, it is also appreciated ♥️

This is more vent than a clarification, but hey, take it as you want, love y'all!

[prettyboybuckley]

"please. please just listen to me." for the prompts ♥️

hi simi ❤️ i wrote part of this while standing in the cold at work trying to hide from my responsibilities (there just wasn't anything to do but i didn't want to be caught doing nothing and being on my phone). anyway, hope you enjoy!

Today is the day.

Buck feels nervous to the point of nausea, nerves twisting in his stomach in a way that is mostly unpleasant.

He's been trying to talk himself out of it, but Buck is nothing if not stubborn, to the point that even convincing himself that something isn't a good idea is a feat.

And oh boy is this a bad idea. Buck knows that it's a bad idea. Because telling your best friend you're in love with them doesn't generally have the best success rate. Like, fifty-fifty at most, it seems from the stories on the internet.

Buck isn't sure if he likes those odds.

But he also knows that he can't keep this inside any longer. And God, it's probably going to hurt, but he knows that Eddie cares about him. Buck needs to take this chance, or he'll always be thinking about the possibilities.

Because Eddie isn't straight.

Eddie isn't straight, and he dropped that casually in conversation while they were at a bar with the team, nonchalant like it didn't just shift Buck's entire worldview.

Buck needs to get rid of the idea that he has a chance - and the best way to do that is by having Eddie say it to his face. He thinks, at least.

He's got to be realistic - maybe even pessimistic. No expectations mean there is less chance of disappointed, he tells himself.

The knock on his door startles him - he invited Eddie over to the loft, feeling like it would be best if Eddie was the one with the option to leave - and he rushes over, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to clam himself down. It takes long enough that Eddie knocks again.

Eddie frowns as Buck lets him in, probably at Buck's shiftiness, but he when Buck tells him to take a seat at the table, he does so. Buck sits down opposite of him.

It takes him a few minutes before he even thinks he's ready to form words. Eddie is looking at him curiously, but he's waiting patiently for Buck to say what he needs to say. He'd made sure that Eddie knew there was something Buck wanted to talk about when he got here

Their eyes meet over the table, and Buck thinks- he thinks that maybe he should just get it over with.

"I'm in love with you," he blurts out, and before Eddie can react in any way, he keeps on rambling. "Which, I know that's probably not what you were expecting, and I totally get it if it makes you uncomfortable, but I really couldn't keep it in any longer because-"

"Buck."

"Because you have no idea how easy it is to love you, I feel, you and Christopher both, and I just need you to tell me I don't have a chance so my stupid head can stop-"

"Buck!"

"Stop thinking that maybe I have a change, you know? Because I know you don't feel that way about me, and I'm okay with that, so-"

"Buck, I swear to god," Eddie bites out, practically lunging over the table to grab Buck by the collar. Buck looks at him with wide eyes. "Please, please just listen to me."

After his whole rant, Buck is at a loss for words, and he blinks a little stupidly.

"Uhm?"

Eddie seems to realize what he's doing, and his fingers slowly uncurl from Buck's shirt as he takes a deep breath.

"There really is no way to stop you when you've got yourself going, is there?" Eddie asks, but he's smiling fondly, and that has to be a good thing, right? "If you gave me literally a single second to process, you wouldn't have had to given that whole rant."

More blinking from Buck. He's all out of words, it seems. Eddie huffs out a laugh, shaking his head a little.

"I'm in love with you, too, you idiot."

At least he gives Buck the time to process and yeah, that does seem much better, even if all Buck manages by the end of it is a soft "oh". He wasn't prepared for this option.

Eddie is looking at him expectantly, and he raises an eyebrow.

"Are you gonna come over here and kiss me, or do I need to make the first move this time?"

Buck didn't even know he could move this fast. He hits his hip on the corner of the table in his haste, but the bruise is worth it for the way Eddie's lips feel against his.

from the romantic confession dialog prompts

#oh look the mailman came by! #simi.tag #gary writes #gary writes prompts #rogerzsteven #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911fic

[mrs-mitsuya-takashi]

ERROR 143 - A hole in my heart

Many say - love hurts. Yeah it does, you found out the hard way. But no one ever warned you how difficult moving on is. What do you do when your partner is the - one that got away? They say it'll be fine, they said time will heal the wounds. But no one tells you what to do when you do not want to be fine, you do not want to heal. It's the only sign, the constant reminder of - what you once had was real, all those feelings - yeah they were very much present and alive.

It felt like yesterday when you were in his embrace, listing off things you both wanted to do together. His face nuzzled in your hair while you were poking his neck playfully with your nose. Those giggles and laughters that filled your tedious mornings with warmth, making the day a little more bearable. Where did all the love get lost? How did those moments evaporate into thin air? You had so many questions to ask him but the most important one was - why? Just what did he gain, leaving you broken like a toy that cannot be fixed! Did it bring him satisfaction? Was he happy now?

It felt like you were constantly in a war with yourself, your brain blaming and cursing your heart for falling in love. And your heart being too numb to even fight back or take a stand, for it knows very well there was nothing it could do or say to you, much less give you even a glimmer of hope.

Today you were passing by your favourite cafe, the one you both used to frequent. It was a grave mistake on your part to peak inside. Because he was there, seated in your favourite seat holding hands with someone who was not you.

Your brain started flashing the memories like a reel- memories of the night he broke up with you. You waited and waited relentlessly but when a lot of time had passed, it hit you that he's not gonna come back, that he must have completely erased you from his memories.

"No, don't break down-" "You knew this would have happened sooner or later-" is what you kept saying to yourself. You were feeling lightheaded, as if someone was spinning you endlessly in a broken machine, nowhere to escape. You knew you both were at a point of no return but before you could turn back, your legs took you inside straight to him. He didn't notice you till you greeted him with a Hello. He looked at you, a confused smile on his face, his eyes silently questioning - "What are you doing here?", his eyes changing from soft to somewhat hateful.

You were just a filler character in his book,you realised. The audacity you had to think you ever held even an ounce of importance in his life. "Sorry, you just look like someone I knew, I mistook you for them!" You pretended, a behaviour no longer foreign to you because that's what you did everyday! Pretending to be fine when you are not, pretending to laugh with the constant feeling of emptiness gnawing at your heart, making it hard to breathe, hard to bear! You turned on your heels and swiftly left the place. You couldn't go back home today, not to the place where all your memories ricocheted off the walls, the place that now felt like a literal hell.

You can never erase him from your life, and he will never understand your suffering or the ache you feel every time you still foolishly wait for him. Living ahead is going to be painful. You once wished, prayed, groveled in front of God for him, the person who was never gonna be yours much less remember you. What could your brain tell your heart to console it, except for - "FOR GOD'S SAKE stop hurting yourself, move on."

Your heart still has no answer, only pumping blood steadily to keep you alive as long as it can.

BAJI KEISUKE, MITSUYA TAKASHI, HAITANI RAN, HAITANI RIN, SANO MANJIRO, SANZU HARUCHIYO, KOKONOI HAJIME, KAKUCHO or your favourite character

PS: Thank you @bajiissofine for constantly being my support system!

I don't really know how I feel about this but I hope you all like it! I have only put the names of my favourite characters but please do let me know if you want me to include more characters!

#tokyo revengers #baji keisuke #mitsuya takashi #anime #keisuke baji #mikey #tokyo revengers x reader #ran haitani #haitani rindou #kokonoi hajime #kakucho #h #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers angst

[mallowstep]

i hope you’re doing okay. 💙 it’s ok if you don’t answer this, i just wanted you to know folks are still thinking about you and wanting good things for you.

thank you babe (and thank you to everyone else who sent a message to this effect; i will answer them when i can)

i'm doing pretty well right now. i've been very busy at work, working on a top secret classified project (god only knows when you'll get more details than what i've already shared ;3), and also just. recovering from depression. there is so much of my life that even months out from the worst of it, i'm still trying to pull the pieces back together.

i have been writing a little. it's been difficult, mostly because of numerous incidents regarding writing and mental health (if you've been here for a while, you probably know about them; if you're new, the tldr is "mallowstep went off the wall for a bit and he's fine but it left him feeling bad"), and now i face down the summer which is...rough, mentally.

i don't know what normal looks like for me right now. i want to write but i don't know how it will fit into my life. i'm still making space for myself, in all the chaos and reconstruction. i know writing will be a part of normal for me. i just don't know where it fits yet.

it's been a while since i've felt like myself. the hollow feeling is abating. i am finding words to describe emotion again, that are more than just there or missing. i have been thinking about the stories i have yet to work on. what i want to tell next.

it has been an incredible two years for me. when i started this blog, i had just been broken up with by my boyfriend of three years, only a month or so after my childhood cat and dog had died one day apart. i was coping with so much impossible grief: i wrote the second chapter of i'll come back to you someday soon myself after my grandmother died, and i did not write anything after that for quite a while.

my wrists are healing. they hurt a little today and i'm not sure why, but they are healing.

i'll be going back to university as a natural resources major. i want a job that lets me protect and cultivate the forests i find so much comfort in. the complex webs of their ecosystems bring me so much delight. did you know trees talk to their daughters? did you know they care for their children? protect them?

it has been an incredible two years. i met my now-partner, learned how to actually trust people, and failed out of a year of college due to collapsing mental health. i went through approximately one million assessments to get a diagnosis and understand what was happening to me. i had a doctor tell me i was being undermedicated to an astounding degree. i had to let go of my beloved plants because i couldn't keep myself alive, much less then. i found a job i love so much i am eager to go to work every morning.

i honestly don't think i would've recognized who i am now, back when i started out here. i have become someone who trusts. who has connections with people. who does not fear so much. (i have also become someone who cries as i drive home from work sometimes. i have also become someone who needs to sit on the floor and count all the pieces of art i can see. we move in spirals, not straight lines.)

all of this is to say, i have been quiet on here for quite a while because i have been recovering from two years (a lifetime) of some truly exhausting events, as well as letting myself find things i enjoy. when i got out of high school, i loved what i was doing academically. i had very little passion. it had been bled out of me.

i am incredibly grateful to each and every one of you. your support, even in my period of dormancy, has meant so much. my relationship with writing sometimes feels like i am fighting my double, trying to balance both my need to use writing to understand myself, and my tendencies to ruin myself in the process.

i still don't have any promises to make, because i really don't know what's next for me. but i am still here, and you all still mean something to me.

with all my love, mallow

#ask #mine #anon #update #sorry this got like #so rambly #it's just really been an incredible two years #so much has changed #who i was when i started this blog feels like a stranger #it hasn't been an easy journey #and i have been trying to recover #to heal #to find new things i never thought to try for #it has taken so much up out of me #that being said #(if i were the promising type) #i would look for the next chapter of ashes ;3 #before anything else #but that's just a guess #who knows where i'll truly go

[brandnewhuman]

hiiiiii i’ve been stalking ur blog all morning and i absolutely love it !!! i was wondering if maybe you could do a headcannon of OG michael myers with a plus size s/o 🫣🫣 if not it’s totally okay!! take ur time wit it 🫶🏻

OG MICHAEL MYERS X

PLUS SIZE READER HC

CONTENT:

Tw: canon violence, reader being insicure about their weight, Michael Myers, NSFW, sfw, if I've missed everything please tell me

A/N: hiya!! Thank you so much for the lovely request!^^ I honestly am so grateful that there are so many people enjoying my blog. It makes me beyond happy ^^ anyhow I hope you like this. Since I'm not myself a plus size person I've tried my best to write something wholesome and respectful but if I did said something bad ecc i want you to feel free to tell me!!

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I feel like being in a relationship with Michael would really boost your confidence 

Michael doesn't really know much about social beauty standards since he has spent almost his whole life locked up and the rest being a menace to society 

So if he thinks you're pretty you can be 100% he means it. 

Not because he doesn't have anyone to use as comparison because he has seen plenty of people in his life

You're genuinely the prettiest to him 

Everything about you matches perfectly. Your physical appearance is like an extension of your soft and lovely personality 

What makes you even more perfect in his eyes is how you behave around everyone

He has seen beautiful people with nasty personalities and ugly people with a heart of gold

You however, to him, have both the external and internal beauty 

He doesn't show all of this openly but the small things he does are really obvious 

How his gaze fixed on your soft curves, sometimes with a lustful glint in his eyes other times with just plain a pure admiration 

How he wraps his arms from behind you and proceeds to let his hands explore and touch every inch of your skin

He has a serious problem of aggressive affection

Like you might think this is the day he's going to kill you but no, he just wanted to feel your softness under his hands

About that, he's going to be horny on main around you

You could be cooking or doing something as normal as cleaning and his just going to be there 🧍🏻‍♂️ *boner alert* 

The amount of times he has grabbed you out of the blue, dragged you to your room and just fucked you until you physically couldn't walk is ridiculously high

He's going to make a check list of all of the things you wear that he likes or things he thinks you may look good with and just straight up steals them either from the victims or from some store

Bro is gonna bite the shit out of you too when he's having sex with you. 

About that, the conception that so many people have that fat people can handle being manhandle and rough sex better because they have more meat in their bones is bullshit

Every plus size person I know is super delicate and gets hurt and/or bruise really fucking easily 

That being said, will Michael care? Nope. Will he be even more rough when he sees how actually delicate you are? Yes

He just love seeing your body covered with marks that serve as a reminder that only him is allowed to see you and have you in any possible way

Would stab the shit out of anyone who makes a rude comment on your weight

He never feels guilty about especially if he sees how you start to check yourself in front of the mirror or try to eat less ecc

He's going to make sure you don't starve yourself, will sit with you and wait until you finish your meal

You may think he's just doesn't have anything better to do but when after every meal he just awkwardly caress your cheek before leaving to do whatever he has to do, you understand that he has noticed you're feeling self-conscious and he wants to help

When he feels more affectionate he likes to sit you on his lap and mindlessly brush his fingers on your thighs while watching TV

If you try to move or say you're too heavy ecc he's going to keep you there even longer and will pick you up when he gets up out of spite

If you look carefully in his eyes when he's watching you, you can see how his gaze softens for you. He looks at you with so much love

Your body is the body is the only reason he lets you ride on top of him during sex. He likes to see admire and explore with his hands how every part of you reacts to every movement 

If you for whatever reason decide to diet he's gonna be a little bit disappointed because he thinks you look great but if you really have to then he would do anything you ask to help you

If he sees you're going too far though he's gonna step in and make sure you stay healthy and take care of yourself. 

Overall he loves his s/o, maybe he's not the greatest in showing he cares but he deeply does. All that matters to him is that you're happy and taking care of yourself

#slashers #slasher community #slasher fandom #horror movies #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #michael myers #halloween #og michael myers #og michael x reader #michael myers x reader #michael myers headcanons #slasher headcanons #og michael myers headcanons

[sedgewick-gayble]

Okay, so, here's my idea/theory/whatever you wanna call it: What if Fish only really started dating his girlfriend as a way to distract himself from the fact that he was attracted to men/Wes.

Hear me out, I'm not saying he's not Bi or that he's not at least somewhat attracted to women. What I'm saying is, what if he started to realise that he was also attracted to men, so as a way to hide/deny this, he started dating someone he didn't really have feelings for/someone who didn't really have feelings for him.

From the very limited we've seen (or rather, what we've heard) about Fish's girlfriend, we know at least two things; 1) She likes to be taken out on weekend nights and gets upset when she's not, and 2) She apparently "settled" for Fish's face. Now, this is incredibly limited information, but I think we can garner at least a little bit from it.

In relation to 1, it's less about the girlfriend's reaction to not being taken out and more about Fish's reaction to how she feels. "My girl's already upset I can't take her out weekend nights." That doesn't really make it sound like Fish was looking forward to taking her out or that hes also upset about it, more that he's just upset he has to deal with her being unhappy about it.

In relation to 2, there's at least two points where we can kinda judge her feelings for/thoughts about Fish, namely "She's gonna dust off when she sees my face." And "She settled for my face. Now it's worse." This kinda feels like it's hinting that Fish's girlfriend is with him less because she likes who he is as a person and more for superficial reasons. We know these reasons are not his looks because she "settled" for them, and rather than be concerned that Fish got injured, is gonna be more upset that his face is "worse." If I had to guess, maybe his social standing?

Maybe she was the kinda girl who wanted to date a tough guy in a gang and she just settled for Fish cause she figured that, even if she didn't consider him attractive, he was still a tough gang member, only to realise later on that Fish's line of work meant he couldn't take her out when she wanted to go out. Or hell, maybe she got involved for the same reason Fish did; to hide a part of her that she knew wouldn't be socially accepted, and to give off the outward appearance of being "normal".

Another point/idea I had is based on something you mentioned. That being, the fact that Fish is more willing to be open sexually around men than women. Like you said, Fish is possibly very vanilla with women outside of very basic things, possibly repressing or hiding a lot of the parts of himself that he thinks women would find undesirable, both sexually as well as just basic parts of who he is. But with men, specifically Wes, he'd probably be more willing to let those parts be seen.

I'm not saying Fish's girlfriend is awful or a bitch, or even that Fish doesnt actually like her. I think he does care for her, and that's why he doesn't talk about her within the gang to keep her safe, thus why Wes only knows her as "The Mystery Girl."

I'm just saying that, by the sounds of it, she seems to be in the relationship for the wrong reasons, just like Fish.

So i feel like this be true in the sense of his relationship being a bearded relationship (something meant to distract the people around him from his queerness (also think this was what mitzi and atlas's marriage was but UNRELATED)) as well as it being a partnership that he's gotten himself into as nothing more than a last ditch attempt to convince himself that he's straight and, at the least, give him something romantic and sexual to focus on that wasnt his festering yearning for his work partner

From what i can tell from the very limited information i have, both him and his girlfriend aren't toxic in the way that they're hurting eachother, or even really dislike eachother, but they're both in it for more superficial reasons and a want to achieve a fantasy (fishs being a normal, heteronormative life, and his gfs likely being getting to date the cool dangerous gang member, as you said)

#blah blah blah I'm making no sense #lackadaisy ♧ #lackadaisy #lackadaisy fish #nsft mention #ask #anonymous

[shall-we-go-far-away]

okay, okay ep. 5 & 6: holy shit that was one hell of a ride wasn't it? (maybe whoever is reading this also saw my panicked posts from wednesday, yes I was losing my mind)

I'll try to do this as structured as possible but I can't promise anything so prepare for it to be just as all over the place as wednesday's episodes.. get ready, buckle up I have a lot of things to say:

first and foremost: FUCK YOU TAEHYUNG!! I was trying to be nice last time giving him a second chance and all because yk, I thought maybe just because he was annoying once, doesn't mean he has to be all the time but fuck was I wrong.. is he genuinely so stupid that he doesn't realize how his words affect jaewon or does he just straight up choose to ignore it?? or is it simply the mixture of both because wtf dude?? this guy is so blinded by his jealousy it's crazy like bro, how about you try and make it less obvious?? and considering how angry and uncomfortable he makes me (and jaewon) I was sooo glad jihyun and aeri were there and so happy to see they quickly picked up on how jaewon reacted and then decided to team up against taehyung (rightfully so)

especially jihyun (my cute little bean) was so attentive the entire time he really took one look at jaewon and immediately recognized something was off.. and because he was watching him so closely his reaction to jaewon slamming his hand on the table came almost naturally

moving on to aeri, I still think she's a bit much but that's probably because I'm introverted as fuck and she's clearly not.. I do really like her and jihyun's dynamic and loved their little class-skipping-shopping-sequence like you go besties!!

back to the junior-senior get together: that cut to jaewon being absolutely wasted was kinda scary and really shows how much he's struggling with everything and that he doesn't know how to properly cope with it.. and this little part of dialogue really stuck with me so once again props to jihyun for this simple yet very deep response

"you're not acting like yourself."

"hey, what is 'acting like myself'?"

"that's up to you."

I just feel like jaewon never heard something like this, he always had to fit into this box that the people around him created for him so someone saying who you are is up to you is complete news to him

harsh cut to jaewon waking up and the flashback with his brother: that shit hurt!! for some reason I expected his brother to be closer to him age wise (not that this would make him dying any less horrible) but when I saw jaewon with this little boy that just shattered me and jaewon just sitting there sobbing and desperately trying to put the camera back together was so painful to watch

skip to the beginning of episode 6: the scene of them in the car was also kinda hard to watch seeing jaewon so out of it like he wasn't even fully there (a quick round of applause for lim jisub who portrays this haunted look very well) apart from that I really liked that even though jaewon didn't answer jihyun's question he didn't let go and kept asking until eventually he gets an answer from jaewon

and now we're at a point where things started to get a little confusing for me:

while watching I felt like something was off, I couldn't pinpoint what it was (most of the time my brain has all the pieces of information but I can't put them together) but the episode felt different and then I saw a post on here (I tried not to read too much because I wanted most of this post to be my own impression) that said we might be seeing everything from jaewon's blurry, medication induced view which is why some things don't seem to add up and I think that's true or at least somewhat close to what was happening

I was actually debating which route to go with because so many possibilities about what was actually happening in ep. 6 came to my mind at first I actually thought jaewon might've overdosed in the car and ep. 6 didn't happen at all but were a hallucination or nightmare (what made me think that was the weirdly bright lighting and everything looking kinda blurry which always was an indicator of a dream or something unreal happening in any sort of media I've ever seen) but I don't think so anymore I would actually go with what I mentioned above and this blurry look comes from jaewon's medication

OOOR they chose this lighting to show how this entire trips feels like a dream because it's only jaewon and jihyun, completely separated from other people and far from their actual lives so of course that feels somewhat dream like

what I'm trying to say is: I don't think the entire episode was fake

I think making it all fake would be a waste of an episode and judging from the rest of the show so far it doesn't really seem like something the creators would do.. I think?? (maybe that's why I want some of the theories here to be true so bad because I don't want this episode to be wasted as a dream or whatever)

I would also agree with others that jihyun is probably fine, maybe a little shaken and scared but not physically hurt.. I think we see the accident happen from jaewon's pov and he's imagining it way worse than it is

nonetheless that shit scared me, how the entire mood switched and went so dark all of a sudden and then jaewon screaming jihyun's name.. I think the worst part were the silent credits and damn, that silence was loud.. let's just say, I cried..

alright, I think that's it.. I kind of lost focus in the end so idk if I actually said everything I wanted to but I think I covered most of it

#I'm a wreck #a hoe for this show #god damn it #it makes me go insane #but for some reason I feel like the wait for Wednesday won't be as long as before #maybe because I'm still in shock #I only know that we're probably gonna deal with a lot of heartbreak next week #buckle up it's only gonna get worse #bl drama #korean bl #the eighth sense #jaewon x jihyun

[razbb]

first of all forgive me for good omens theory posting.

as for my overall opinion: this season really feels like Neil wrote it with the extremely specific goal of wanting someone to make a meme of him saying "I'm going to give the gays everything they want." it was really corny! really genuinely about love of humanity and love between humans and love between two non human beings! it's not for everyone. but it was a lot of fun for me.

okay, theory time under the cut.

I like the theory that they switched places at the kiss. I think there is some solid evidence for it. However it is much less fun for me if they just like, talked for 15 minutes (if we believe the clock was not a continuity error) and now everything is hunky dory between the angel and demon and gomens 3 starts straight off with funny swapped shenanigans.

I think gomens3 would be way more compelling to start out with if the two of them were still fighting. still at least a little miffed at each other. still maybe out to thwart each others plans. this is why I'd be alright if the theory is wrong and they Didn't swap and we're misreading the mixed-ass emotions onscreen.

because I think aziraphale really genuinely wanted the promotion upstairs. blinded by the high of approval after being pretty much an outlaw for a year, his rose colored glasses were on and he saw a PERFECT opportunity to live out the rest of time with his very very best friend. he wasn't thinking straight. he didn't even stop and let the very uncharacteristically stressed crowley say his bit first. he wasn't thinking of what the big next plan god had for humanity was going to be. he could barely get his words out. he was just thinking--him, and Crowley, together, and if they were both angels no one could get between them and maybe together they really could fix the system inside out but more importantly--him and crowley angels again! untouchable together! the year apart was very painful but it would never happen again!

and crowley reads this pretty clearly, I think, despite his own distraction. and his heart drops to his feet. and he knows that aziraphale's plan is way too optimistic. and he knows they can't fix this shit from the inside, just the two of them, because he knows that heaven cares far more for furthering its own plans than for the actual humans on earth. he might even predict the Big Next Step heaven is prepping for, the rapture, and know that this does not spell good things for his beloved humanity. and he knows Metatron picked aziraphale specifically for the job but he (supposedly) does not know about all of Aziraphales insubordination (saving Job's kids, etc). and if he Found Out about the past and/or if Aziraphale continued his weird caring for specific humans which is very likely if he actually tried to fix shit from the inside then he is going to get fucking fired. or worse. and crowley would suffer an equal or worse fate if he becomes an angel again.

AZIRAPHALE SHOULD KNOW ALL THIS. but right in moment he can't see it because what if, what if, it would all be so perfect.

okay. crowley knows he's in love. still spurred on by the human pep talk about Communication. maybe his little planned speech will snap Aziraphale out of it.

but it doesn't, not yet anyway. and aziraphale looks so hurt. he sees crowley choosing to break his own heart. there's lines yelled out like "you can't leave your bookshop!" and "I can't live without you."

and there's the kiss. last ditch attempt. something to do because me might never get to do it again. and Maybe somewhere around there crowley stops time and explains it again. the promotion wouldn't be perfect. heaven is heaven. heaven will spit on Aziraphale's infinite care for mortals on earth. him and crowley are on their own very human side. they know each other so well that crowley could go in Aziraphale's place and do everything Aziraphale would do. and if it all went awry they couldn't hurt him like they could Aziraphale, as previously demonstrated. Heaven never changes its passwords. they would fall for the same gambit twice. aziraphale would stay on earth in relative safety and fill crowleys place to avoid suspicion. and aziraphale understands. reluctantly says yes.

I prefer the idea that he wouldn't even need to explain it. I think time-stopping would get noticed by heaven but body-switching wouldn't. I mean, crowley went up there earlier and no alarm bells were set off. I think crowley, desperate, nonverbally started to swap and hoped aziraphale would understand. theyre so close they're basically telepathic. I think crowley pushed, asking, and aziraphale, scared as all hell, said "I forgive you"--for the kiss, for shoving this unhashed plan on him, for waiting so long to confess his romantic love, and let him in. so they swapped.

crowley stood, hardly believing that aziraphale would accept, touching his lips. he takes a second to get his bearings when metatron retrieves him.

aziraphale went to the bentley, the closest he'd get to crowley for a while, and watched morosely as crowley went up the elevator in his place.

they're still not fucking happy with the situation. neither of them. but this will buy time, at least.

as for gomens3 ending: I think God is God, she's omniscient, and she is Good, these are like the big Christian tenets or whatever. she totally knows all the little morally grey things Aziraphale did over the years and Metatron probably knows and overall Aziraphale WAS picked because of that, and a swap may even be a part of the Big Ineffable Plan but they're going to pretend that they don't know. blah blah blah this is how God will make the other angels see that demons are necessary and not all pure evil to eliminate and also this second coming stuff is actually not so important anyway, let humans be humans, love wins, the end. sappy story will continue to get a sappy ending.

#good omens spoilers #gomens #good omens theory