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steveshairychest · 2 years

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thinking about Eddie and Steve's lockers being next to each other in high school and whenever he gets the chance, Eddie slips an anonymous love letter in Steve's locker so that the pretty boy thinks he has a secret admirer.

This goes on for a couple weeks. Eddie will slip a letter in Steve's locker and Steve will pull it out so gently, a smile tugging at his lips when he turns to Eddie to ask, "Munson, did you see who put this here?" And Eddie will just slam his locker shut and shrug.

"No, Harrington. Move." He'd shove past Steve, their shoulders brushing together, and he'd go about his day, ignoring the little voice in his head that tells him he has a crush on Steve fucking Harrington. Which is ridiculous, he hates Steve.

But then he starts to spend more time writing the letters. He starts to doodle little pictures of Steve on the back of the letter and he can't help the smile that breaks out on his face when Steve pulls it out of his locker and sees the drawings. "Oh my God, that's me!"

"It looks just as awful as the real you." Eddie says while peering over Steve's shoulder.

Steve jumps about 5 feet in the air and clutches the note to his chest. "Jesus, Munson, you need a bell or something." He flips the note over to read the writing, the little cursive letters had taken Eddie so long to get right. He couldn't write the note in his usual handwriting, everyone knows what his god awful handwriting looks like because the teacher shows it to the class as an example of what not to do. "Go away, you're ruining the best part of my day."

Eddie just nods dumbly and shuffles down the hallway. The notes are the best part of his day? Eddie pulls a piece of his hair in front of his face to hide his huge smile. God, he's screwed.

He writes the letters the whole time they are in school together and on Steve's last day of high school, he slips one final letter into his locker with a sigh. He's surprised no one has seen him do this over the years, he stopped being careful about it last year.

Steve opened his locker and carefully pulled the final letter out, a sad smile appearing on his face as he opened it and started to read. "Hmm."

"Hmm what, Harrington?" Eddie mused while pulling shit out of his locker. He knows exactly what caught Steve's attention.

He had signed the letter 'Love, E.' Instead of 'From anonymous.'

"Who do you know that starts with the letter E?" Steve was staring at the letter with a little frown, he turned it over to the back where Eddie had drawn a little graduation cap.

Eddie slammed his locker shut and pretended to think for a second, his heart hammering against his chest so hard it hurt. "Hmm... My name starts with an E." He said with a smirk, hoping Steve couldn't see how terrified he was.

Steve lifted his gaze to Eddie and he seemed to consider it for a moment before laughing. "Ha ha very funny, Munson." He said sarcastically as he shoved the letter in his front pocket. He pulled the rest of his stuff out of his locker and dumped it all unceremoniously into his backpack. "Well, see ya, Munson." And then he was gone.

"See ya, Steve."

(i have posted the first chapter of the fic !! Here's the first chapter for anyone that wants to read it! )

#GOOD MORNING #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steveddie #this was a little long lmao #long post #steddielettersau

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ystrike1 · 26 days

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How To Refuse the Route - By Saessak (8/10)

This yaoi/harem/isekai/otome mess is relentlessly adorable. Super sweet, slow, and full of dread. The very careful protagonist accidentally sets off the worst red flag by...being friendly and choosing to have a normal childhood. Yup. He didn’t go around seducing everyone. He made a bunch of friends instead. Too bad about the secret yandere character. Better stop running, or the country will drown in a bloody revolt!

Jerry Route is a pretty nice guy who gets reincarnated into a really weak body. He's got a loving family. He's a Counts son....but he quickly figures out that he's in some sort of dating game. Everybody spoils him a bit too much, and there's game mechanic symbols about love everywhere.

The love stuff immediately takes a backseat, because Jerry is in love with magic! His new life is awesome, and he doesn’t wanna worry about love yet. He's not even old enough to go to school! Plus, his health really is awful. He enjoys his new life, and he puts some work into his health. The love and romance premise isn't his priority for many years.

Some of the love hints absolutely disgust him to the core. He starts to suspect there is a "twin brother" route. He tries to have a healthy relationship with all of his family members, and he remains calm. He actually starts to love his game family. AS A FAMILY nothing more. Dating his twin brothers, or his elder brother, would be a nightmare.

He absolutely rejects those routes.

The next route is with the pretty crown prince, Karyan. Jerry mistakes him for a girl at first. Their relationship is tense in the beginning, because Karyan doesn't trust very many people. Jerry gets poisoned though, and they become close friends.

Jerry becomes very close friends with the unwanted fourth prince. A mousy and nervous boy named Ilya. Jerry wasn't supposed to meet Ilya until later. They only meet because Jerry always actively avoids romance. They kinda have a cat together it's really adorable.

Everything is sooo sweet I wouldn’t have known about the yandere part if it wasn't in the promo art.

Karyan is definitely the good prince. He's supportive and kind and he's burdened by all of the manipulative people around him. Jerry has a refreshing personality and a childish love for magic that makes Karyan smile.

Jerry isn't interested in picking a route though. He wants to stay friends with all of his friends, and obviously his brothers.

He starts searching for The Guide Book. A cheat item that can help him avoid the games plot. He wants a certain ending. The Mage Ending. Where Jerry graduates single and he quietly lives inside The Magic Tower.

He enters school with hope. Both princes are incredibly kind, even though they don't get along too well as brothers. Jerry makes other friends too, and he does well in school. Being kind and honest has rewarded him with trusted friends and a happy future....

Raven.

Raven is a catalyst character that seemingly appears out of nowhere. He's not some random guy. He's Ilya's "friend". Things start to get dark immediately. Karyan and Ilya don't have friends??? They only have followers and it's actually really sad??? There's a royal power struggle because both princes are strong and capable???

Karyan is kinda depressed because he has followers instead of friends. Jerry is his solace and his love seems quite innocent.

Ilya's followers are absolutely terrified of him. Jerry is in shock because remember...Ilya is the cat dad/quiet/nervous guy.

Raven is an extremely rude awakening. When Jerry chose to befriend Ilya AND Karyan he set off a huge red flag. Ilya wants Jerry to like him the most, and Ilya has freakishly strong magic. Ilya has been hiding his magic so he can attend basic classes with Jerry, but it's an open secret.

Raven tries to bully Ilya, to force him to pick one of the princes before Ilya truly goes insane

....but it's far too late.

Raven barely manages to avoid being maimed. Ilya chops an arm off, and it gets swept under the rug. Ilya is absolutely obsessed with Jerry's safety and more importantly his health. Jerry has been working on his health, that's true, but he's really only functioning because of Ilya. Ilya constantly casts stamina spells on Jerry so he can have a somewhat normal life.

The situation gets even worse when Jerry finally finds The Guide Book. Ilya is an evil boss character. There are no good endings with him.

The two options are.

- Ilya raises a revolutionary army against his brother, and he kills everyone Jerry knows.

- Ilya wipes Jerry's memory to make him "happy forever", leaving him soulless.

In the current story Ilya is still playing nice, because the plot has been twisted. Most of the original love interests no longer see Jerry in a romantic light. He has healthy relationships with everybody....including Ilya.

Jerry decides to continue pushing towards The Magic Tower Ending. He's frightened, but he doesn't believe Ilya will hurt anyone if the love route isn't activated.

He decides to distance himself from Ilya a little bit, so the love route doesn't activate. If he avoids Ilya's love route everything will be fine! Everybody can stay friends and live happily ever after!!!!!!

I'm sure you've guessed the plot twist.

Jerry has been on Ilya's route the whole time.

There was never any room for anyone else.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #How To Refuse the Route #yaoi #2024

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thinkingaboutjaedyn · 2 months

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summer of 2006 [k.ohara x reader]

JUNE 23TH, 2006

seattle, washington

it's burning hot outside, in a good way not a bad way. you're sipping on a caprisun as you sit on the edge of the pool. your feet kicking in the pool as a way to cool down. a lot was going through your mind at the moment. it had been just two weeks since you graduated; the graduation party your bestfriends threw will go down in history. at least in your books.

speaking of best friends, destiny, one of your closest friends, swims up towards you. unlike you the curlyhead girl prided herself on always playing around in the water while you just sat around the pool. not caring for swimming. "so how are you feeling? since you're going to stanford and all," she says in a teasing tone. you roll your eyes before saying, "alright, i guess."

"just alright? if it's so okay, let me go in your place then girl!" destiny laughs. her words makes you kick up, splashing her face with some water. "hey! watch the hair!" she splashes some water right back at you.

"your hair is already wet, what's the difference?" you giggle, about to reach down into the water to splash her again when you feel a tug on your leg. what the..? you don't even have time to react as destiny pulls you down into the water. a half scream half laugh leaves your lips as you drop into the water. groaning once you come up, wiping some water off your face with your hand that had no use since it was wet too.

"bro, destiny!" you swim towards her as she moves away from your hits. before you can finally land a hit on her, the voice of your mother comes from behind you two.

"causing trouble again, y/n?" you turn your head to see your mother leaning against the doorframe of one of the sliding doors. "what? no!" you defend, turning your head to see that destiny already got out of the pool. the brown skinned girl walks past the pool as she heads over to the backporch. standing right next to your mother as she says, "yes she was, ms l/n. i swear she was just messing with me for no reason," the fake sad tone in destiny's voice didn't go unnoticed by your mom, but still she went along with it. she lets out a sigh as she says, "c'mon baby, come inside! lunch is almost ready."

you get out of the pool, grabbing a towel on the beach chairs that you pass as you walk. "mom, i can't believe you believe her over your own daughter," you whine as come over to where the door is. destiny already being out of sight after she went inside to fully dry off. your mom pinches your cheek before going inside herself. not even answering you. "typical.." you mumble, coming inside. the sliding door slams behind you as you slide it close half way and let it slide on it's on after.

"change out of that bikini before coming to eat!" your mom shouts from the kitchen. "alright momma," you pass by the kitchen to reach the hall. trying to dry your hair with the towel in your hand, but it was really no use. destiny was about to get a mouth full once you see her again. which wasn't long as you slip into your bedroom, the curlyhead just laying on your bed. fully dressed in your clothes.

"who said you could go through my stuff?"

"jesus," destiny shrugs. laughing once you come over and hit her. "stop! you're still wet!" she whines. you can just hit her again before moving to go to the bathroom attached to your bedroom. "i'm wet because of you so it's actually your fault," you stand next near the sink. putting the towel down to instead pick up your hair dryer.

after ten minutes of you drying off (with some destiny shenanigans in-between), you head out of your room to eat some lunch. wearing some shorts and a simple t-shirt as you walk into the kitchen with destiny trailing right behind you. lunch lasts longer than a hour, with destiny, your mother, and you talking away as y'all ate. eventually moving over to the living room to talk even more.

it wasn't until late evening when destiny left. you are laying in your room, on the bed. too many thoughts floating through your mind. mostly about college; was stanford the right choice? was the main question clouding your thoughts. you get out of bed, walking over to your desk where your acceptance letter from stanford lays.

it was back in early april when you received it. that day felt like yesterday, you remember coming home from school. your mother was acting sorta strange, but it all made sense when she handed you the letter. "it came in the mail," she said. the scream you let out once you recognized it was from stanford was so loud you knew your neighbors heard it. stanford was one of the universities to applied to after being scouted for cheerleading. you thought it was such a reach, but it obviously wasn't since you got in.

a small giggle leaves your lips as you think back on it; the excitement from the day is still there in the back of your mind, but some nervousness is there as well. what if you get to stanford and don't make any friends? or what if your roommate is horrible?

you push those worries aside as you open up the letter. already knowing it word by word, but still every time you read the letter it's like reading it the first time around. you don't even have to look at it to know the first words;

congratulations, y/n l/n! welcome to stanford.

JUNE 23TH, 2006

fayetteville, georgia

the way rain continues to pour outside makes kelley frown. she was planning on playing soccer for an hour or two at the park, but obviously that plan will have to wait for tomorrow. she moves away from the large windows in the dining room to go into the kitchen. looking through the fridge for something to lighten up her mood when she hears the running footsteps of someone.

"tobin's on the phone!" jerry shouts as he runs into the room. holding up the phone to kelley, "here!"

the brunette takes the landline from her little brother. ruffling the little boy's hair before he turns and runs out of the room. "hey tobin," she says into the phone as she goes back to looking in the fridge.

"hey kelley. guess who just got into stanford?"

"you?"

"no idiot, you. why didn't you tell me?" the slightly annoyed voice of tobin can be heard on the other line. kelley and tobin know each other from the national youth team. having gotten along well during camps, the friendship went beyond soccer after a while.

"uh, because i was celebrating?" kelley deadpans as she takes out some apple slices. deciding to just snack instead of trying to cook something up. she walks over to the kitchen island, setting the container of apple slices on the marble before sitting on an island stool. "you got the acceptance letter in march, probably, and i know this because i got mines for north carolina in march. you did not celebrate for three months straight," tobin's reasoning makes kelley groan; obviously kelley wasn't celebrating the acceptance for three months straight. going out for dinner the night after she got the letter was one of the only things her family did. "i just forgot," kelley replied

the actual reason for keeping her acceptance a secret from her best friend was completely different from her cover-up; in reality kelley didn't want to call up tobin and find out she was going to a different college than stanford. both of the girls have been wanting to spend more time physically together outside of soccer which was hard with kelley living in georgia and tobin in new jersey, so when it was time to apply for colleges they applied to the same ones. however, kelley knew tobin was most likely not going to come to stanford. the other brunette was heavily scouted by north carolina, it made sense to go there.

"no you didn't," tobin says. seeing through the lie even without being physically there.

"you're right, no i didn't," kelley sighs before taking a bite out of an apple slice, "i just didn't want to hear the dreaded news that you were going to north carolina."

tobin laughs, "it's not all bad. we will go up against each other eventually and then i can prove that i'm a much better player than you." kelley rolls her eyes, taking another bite, "oh, we'll see."

before the eighteen year olds could get into a deeper conversation, a voice comes from the background of tobin's side.

"mom said go to bed!" says one of tobin's older sisters. tobin groans before sighing, "sorry kelley. gotta go." kelley lets out a quick bye before tobin hangs up the phone. the lil problem kelley had before doesn't feel as bad now; the small reassurance from tobin was enough to make her mind chill for a bit. the brunette sets the landline down and continues to chew on some apples. looking at the fridge where her acceptance letter from stanford is. stamped on the grey metal with a apple shaped magnet.

the brunette remembers the day she got the letter. sitting around at home when the mail came, she was too sick to go to school and her parents were at work so kelley went out to grab the mail. immediately she walkingfaster into the house after seeing that a nicely done envelope with stanford's logo on it was amongst the brunch of bills and spam mail.

putting down the rest of the mail on the coffee table in the living room before sitting on the couch. "okay.." she sighs as she rips open the envelope. the loudest shout she could muster with a sore throat came out of her mouth; she got in!

congratulations, kelley o'hara! welcome to stanford.

JULY 15TH, 2006

stanford, california

you lay on the blank mattress in your dorm room, body still aching from bringing up boxes back and back forth up a flight of stairs. why did the elevator have to be broken down when you were moving in? the universe was definitely not on your side today.

it wasn't in your plan to move into the stanford dorms until the start of fall semester since you have no reason to. your classes didn't start until september, so there wasn't really a need until you forgot that cheerleaders are required to come to campus earlier than a majority of the student body. since football season starts right in fall, so cheerleaders needed to come onto campus early to practice their cheers and formations way before that. your roommate wasn't even here, so you are left to your own devices.

you decide to just nap away the rest of the day and leave off campus when you wake up, so you can go buy some snacks. ten minutes into you trying to drift off to sleep, a knock comes from the door. "who..?" you mumble softly, not even moving to get up. hoping that whoever was at the door would just leave. you didn't know anyone at stanford and your roommate definitely wasn't here, so you knew it wasn't anyone of importance.

except they didn't leave, knocking harder. "kelley, c'mon! it's almost three, being late on the first day of practice isn't a good look," the light voice of some girl comes from the other side of the door. it's obvious whoever was at the door was looking for someone and it wasn't you because cheerleading practice did not start today; you were sure of that.

a soft groan leaves your lips as you get out of the bed. walking over to the door to open it. just as you pull it out, the girl at the door says, "kelley, seriously!"

"who is kelley?" you look at her in confusion. a short brunette stands there in the hall. looking back at you with just as much confusion. before she replies, her eyes look around your dorm room or at least as much as she could see of it. obviously searching for someone.

finally her eyes focus back on you, "sorry! must have the wrong dorm," she gives you an apologetic smile. seeing all the boxes in your dorm makes her realize you must have just moved in today and was probably tired. you fight the urge to reply with an annoyed obviously, but don't. the girl in front of you seems nice; it's not her fault she bothered you on a day where your body felt like it was on fire.

"it's okay really and yeah you probably do. my roommate isn't even here so.." you give her a tired smile. just as the girl starts to move so she could go down the hall, a voice echoes out into the space.

"my room is this one, ali!" someone says. the girl, who you now know is named ali, moves over to the dorm next to yours; number five. out of pure curiosity you peer out of your dorm slightly to see ali standing at the dorm door next to yours.

the short girl pushes the slightly open door even wider as she goes inside. closing it right behind her. you lean back into your room and close your own door. as you walk back over to your bed, you can hear that ali girl from before talk to, supposedly, that kelley girl she was looking for.

"i walked this hall back and forth looking for your dorm, knocked on the wrong one because i remembered someone on the team saying you were in five or six, and it took me embarrassing myself for you to say you were in number five? you suck ass, kelley," ali says as she seems to drop on kelley's bed or maybe it was the other bed in the room. you weren't able to tell from the other side of the paper thin dorm walls. "sorry. i was taking a nap and didn't hear you until i woke up," kelley chuckles. the small laugh sounded nice; wait, why are thinking about her laugh? you don't even know who this girl is.

"whatever. just hurry up before coach makes us do suicides on the first day of practice. i'm sure all the upperclassmen are going to love us for that one," you hear ali say. you don't hear much of the rest of conversation as you drift off to sleep. too tired to care about anything else going on.

hopefully ali and that kelley girl gets to practice on time or whatever was going on.

JULY 15TH, 2006

stanford, california

"that was one of the worst practices i have had in my entire life," kelley groans as she lays her head on the table. ali and her have just come back from practice; deciding to go get some dinner at one of the dining halls around campus before heading to bed.

"it wasn't even that bad. you're just annoyed that we had to do suicides. i told you we would be late if we stopped to get some water," ali lets out a soft laugh. half of the chili mac on her plate was already gone. "i thought we wouldn't have waters at practice. sorry for wanting to be hydrated," kelley replies. looking up to look at ali.

"i mean you been to soccer practice before. duh, it was going to be water there," ali shrugs, "you were probably just nervous so you were trying to stall."

"nervous? be serious right now, ali"

"i am being serious! don't act like you don't get nervous, bigshot" the new zealander gives kelley a light flick on the head before going back to eating. the two argue back and forth playfully for the rest of the time they are in the dining hall. eventually parting ways after reaching the dorm building they both reside in the girls part ways. with ali walking down the hall to go up to her dorm.

kelley goes into her dorm, dropping her duffel bag down near the closet. she lets out a sigh as she starts to undress. slipping off the training outfit, leaving them by the closet; convincing herself that she will pick them up tomorrow.

after kelley puts on some simple cotton shorts and a t-shirt, she falls onto her bed. already feeling the tiredness from the day weighing in on her again.

practice was satisfying, but so tiring. it was like training for the national team; so much to do and with such short breaks. still she enjoyed it. she shifts around in bed, ready to drift off to sleep.

the light snores of someone in the dorm beside her makes her feel even more sleepy. seems like someone was having a good night's sleep and it seems like kelley will too as she slowly falls asleep.

the memories from the day fading away as she falls deeper and deeper into sleep.

author notes: i already decided to make a new series so here's a lil prequel! i have so many ideas for this series that i'm like bursting with energy to write, so i hope y'all liked it! kelley been looking too fine lately so of course it's a kelley fic. small disclaimer this might not be super accurate to like the time because i was born in 2008 😭 like i don't know shit about 2006 and i will move some things around like concerning like certain player's history so that it fits with the story better. i don't know if tobin and kelley were besties in 2006, so don't come for me! regardless hope y'all like this 🫶🏽

credit to @/cafekitsune for the lil swirly dividers! everything else was edited by me!

#kelley ohara x reader #kelley o'hara #woso x reader #woso fanfics #uswnt x reader

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sprout-fics · 1 year

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SPROUT I AM THONKING

Gaz being your high school sweetheart

He leaves for the military but years later you get a message from him

You two grab coffee (coffee shoppe au) and sure, he's a little rougher around the edges, but he's still our sweet sweet boy <3

Ok yes, yes!!

It's so weird to think about these guys as younger, in high school or something but I can totally see Gaz as the kid who is the class clown but also never gets caught. All the teachers think he's a very sweet, polite boy, and then he'll steal all the erasers from the third floor classrooms and just ' :) No Mr. Trumbul, I have no clue where they could possibly be, but I'll be sure to help look for them with my fellow students'

Is the kind of guy everyone likes or at least is amicable with. Maybe not popular but at least decently respected and nobody really has issues with him. It's the reason you like him. He's just a good guy, he's funny and makes you laugh, does sweet things like leaves you notes in your locker or gets you some cheap flowers on your birthday.

and then graduation comes and things start changing. Suddenly the news is full of military operations overseas, and Kyle starts getting distant, broody. You both still are dating but it's different, he's not the same. You ask him what he plans to do after he graduates and he evades, and you press him and he says he's going to enlist. You beg him not to, try and convince him otherwise, but he's stubborn. He says he's going to go serve and you can't stop him.

So you have to let him go.

and even when he leaves you, he's sweet about it. He kisses you and hugs you and says he's sorry, and that you'll find someone, and he's sorry it isn't him.

Years pass, and you move on. There's stuff in the news about the anti-terrorism operations, but you don't pay much attention to it, because when you do you wonder if he's okay, if maybe you should have tried harder to stop him. You change too, grow into an adult and shift into something different, something more like the person you're meant to be.

You stand in a coffee shop one day, waiting on your order, and you hear his name called out. There's a brief moment where you remember him, and it's almost gone when a familiar and yet somehow different figure approaches the counter with a 'Thanks love' that sounds heart achingly like him.

and it is.

You see his eyes when he recognizes you, blinking and unfocusing with memories before he sees you. He says your name like he's walking in a daydream and when you smile and nod you see him grin, and there's a sadness but also a joy there at finding you once more.

You talk, and he tells you everything he's done, where he is now, the things he's doing. He's different, a little more worn, a little ragged around the edges but it's still him underneath all that. You can see his smile, can hear how his voice has deepened a little more when he laughs. He's broader, more fit, has a few scars you don't recognize but it's him, it's Kyle.

It's a conversation, and it's only at the end that you say you've found someone important to you. He nods, and his smile is a little sad, but his eyes are earnest when he says he's happy for you. He listens to you talk about your partner, how much they care for you. He makes a few jokes and relishes in your laughter like he's bathing in sunlight. When you both part ways, he hugs you like he did all those years ago, once more as a goodbye just for him, and you can't help but wonder once more if you made a mistake.

Months later you get an invitation, and you stand proudly in the crowd watching Kyle as he receives his first medal for his service. He stands tall, beams pride and it sings inside you chest alongside him.

You realize you didn't make a mistake. He's right where he needs to be.

#kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #cod mw2 #kyle gaz garrick imagine #ok wow that made me emotional ngl

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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AITA for not reacting/cheering for my aunt and her kids?

I (24F) am in an extended family groupchat. I usually do not have time to actually read all the messages, much less to write anything. I often open it and skim through the messages and everyone can see I've read them. Sometimes I do participate if it is a topic I can help with (I can usually help with plant related stuff, and I often jump right into a debate when I catch my aunties falling for facebook lies about ingredients or things like that)

Anyway, at one point my grandmother said that one of my aunts (35ish? I really don't know, sorry) was really sad I was not interacting with her messages at all. And while it wasn't intentional, it was true. I scrolled back to see what I've said to whom, and I never interacted with that aunt. But it wasn't because I did not like her, it was just... I had nothing to respond. I honestly do not care about her family having a trip to the zoo, what she had for lunch and I really did not watch 5 minute videos of her kid (2nd grade) playing football. So I just did not respond, because I had nothing to say and I wasn't interested. Besides, my other aunts interacted plenty with her, so I never thought I should be obligated to respond.

Anyway, I am usually fueled by spite, and my grandmother pointing that thing out had the opposite effect - I stopped interacting with the groupchat at all, even when I did have the time and something to say. I contemplated just leaving the groupchat, but I was tagged specifically one day to respond to something, so I stayed and tried to be nicer, just by leaving emoji's to that aunt's messages. However, life is life, and my efforts soon were forgotten because I just... don't have the energy.

However, one day, my aunt posted a facebook link to a post from a geography competition. And I was pretty sure my cousin (her son) won something, and I even opened the link, but there was a long list of kids and I just didn't bother to find my cousin's name there, so I, once again, did not react.

A day later my grandmother sent me the same facebook link and said my aunt would be happy if I reacted to the message in the groupchat. Which I think is ridiculous? Especially because the kid isn't even in the groupchat, and only his mother would see it? Anyway, I kind of got in a fight with my grandma about that, saying no one ever praised me as a kid for winning competitions, especially the same aunt who now feels bad for me not cheering her and her son on. So, I did not react to the message and once again went mostly silent in the groupchat.

But overall, I feel like I am the asshole for not being interested in the lives of my relatives and their kids. It really is not that hard to engage in groupchat conversations, right? However, I don't really want to act like I am interested, while I am not at all. Maybe I am cold hearted for not caring about their holiday trips, work/school events and minor health problems (eg someone having a fever).

However, to defend myself, I was actually very busy during the described events. I worked and studied full time (it is hell don't do it) (graduating soon though yeehaw), and most messages I read while walking from one point to another, skimmed through in the evenings before bed or when I was waiting in a queue for something. Moreover, the said aunt never has expressed any interest in my life, so I did not feel any obligation to be interested in her life. However, I never also said to anyone how I was doing, and no one really knew I was dying from exhaustion most of the time, so they probably assumed I was just... specifically being a dick.

So was I? Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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askbensolo · 6 days

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Do you still talk to Fannie and Amalia? If so, how are they doing?

I still talk to Amalia, yeah! We don’t talk that often, but we send each other memes and stuff. She lives on Coruscant now, which is where she came from before Luke found her. This is gonna sound weird, but she like, switched religions, kind of. Apparently there’s a religion of non-Force sensitives and semi-Force sensitives who revere the Force, despite not being able to feel it or use it to make things float and all that.

I don’t really get it. I asked her what the difference was, between that and being a Jedi. Or why you’d devote your life to the Force if you weren’t gonna get a lightsaber and mind powers out of it. Or why she’d join a community of non-Force sensitives, when she used to be such a powerful Jedi-in-training.

Amalia said that as a Jedi, she was always focused on how to use the Force, but now, she thinks more about how the Force uses her. The Force, to her, is less of an energy and more of a divine being with its own will, whose will we ought to discern and follow. And then there was some other stuff about how she thinks the light side/dark side balance thing isn’t actually true, that what we call the light side of the Force is really just the Force itself, and…well, it’s way over my head, so don’t ask me.

I don’t know, I guess it’s kinda interesting. But I’m a little more interested in paying my bills and hitting work deadlines right now.

One thing’s clear to me, though. Amalia is way happier than she used to be. More chill. And nicer. Doesn’t stop her from roasting me all the time though—which is good, because I’d hate to lose such an integral part of our friendship.

As for Fannie…well, she and I aren’t really in contact anymore. She went to Ryloth to work with a Twi’lek anti-trafficking organization around the time that I left for college, and things haven’t really been the same between us after that.

Fannie and I used to be real buds. She always saw the best in me (even when I was being a jerk), and showed a lot of care for me that I hadn’t really experienced before. We became even closer after she broke up with her boyfriend Deirak because of their differing plans for the future (she was set on returning to Ryloth, and he wanted to stay with Luke and be a Jedi teacher).

Even though Fannie was the one who ended things with him, it still made her really sad, so after the breakup I spent a lot of time with her and listened to her cry and invited her to hang out with my family and took her on walks a lot. (Looking back, I can see why Deirak stopped being nice to me around then. Whoops. Sorry bro.)

Anyway…after I went to Naboo and she went to Ryloth, being in such different worlds—I mean our lifestyles, not the planets—put kind of a strain on our friendship. I was complaining about writing essays, and cramming for finals, and enduring my stupid stupid stupid Nonhuman Studies courses where everyone was like “Ben is a human so his opinion on Hutt crime lords is invalid”—and Fannie was like, “Oh yeah, I helped deliver a baby today. I went on an undercover mission to help a woman escape her slaver.”

Awkward.

It’s not like we fought over it or anything. But…there was just this…disconnect, and we both were really busy, and eventually we kind of just…stopped talking.

Well…okay, maybe I was the one who stopped replying as much. And then I got anxiety whenever I opened our messages and remembered I hadn’t replied in over a month.

She did reach out to me last summer to ask if I graduated. I was like, “Haha, yeah!” and she was like “Congratulations!” and I was like, “Thanks!” and that was that.

I do think about her a lot though. I think I could have been a better friend to her. I wish that I had supported her more, instead of focusing on myself and feeling self-conscious. Sometimes I think about reaching out again, but…I don’t know. It’s been a long time. I’m still busy, and I’m sure she is too. Maybe that friendship just ran its course…

#askbensolo #written #fannie #amalia #the force #university of naboo #deirak

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pffbts · 4 months

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a goodbye letter.

hello everyone, it's been a long time, isn't it?

i haven't written anything in months and tbh even if i wanted to further give life to all my wips, i wish i had even a drop of motivation and energy to do so. some of you might have as well forgotten about my little blog, which had its own humble beginnings. and tbh i don't mind at all. it's been, i don't know almost 5+ years that i've had this blog. i started it out during the last two years of my high school, when i was struggling very much to cope with all the pressure and anxiety. this little corner of the internet became my comfort space. i could pour my heart out into snippets of letters and the love that i received from all of you who were there from the beginning only fueled my passion to write more and of course, helped me immensely in escaping the cruelty of my reality.

since then, i have graduated school. my reality is still harsh but i'm surviving. i have also graduated from my college with two degrees that i was doing simultaneously. currently, i'm preparing to sit down for my master's 1st-year exam coming months and job surfing at the same time. tbh i wish i had enough energy and positivity to motivate myself to pen down something. but it seems like we have to finally pull the curtains down on this blog.

yes, there is a lot of stuff that's still pending to be completed as you will know if you care to check my masterlist. but i'm not going to give you any false hope by saying that someday i will magically come back and finish and place them all in front of you. it would be too selfish of me to keep you on your toes like that.

i know i've let down a lot of you. many have told me me how much, especially my letters have helped you guys during hard times. even though i know i shouldn't even bother to think like this considering i know none of you in-person. still, it's the crippling humanity in me. honestly, i feel sad for myself. my life took so many things away from me. even the capacity to keep this comfort space alive for myself. some of you have left a long time ago. probably life has happened to you all too. i have also met some of you during the latter part of my journey here and i'm very glad that you all loved my work even with all my incompetency in keeping up with the schedules. you guys were too kind to me.

this actually came too suddenly - this realization that something needs to end. i don't think there will come any other time in the future when i'll read fanfics or write them myself. but it's a bit too much to delete the whole blog considering the reblogs will still exist in the tumblr algorithm. therefore, the letters will still be up along with the fics.

although i don't think i will stop writing. i have my substack where i will experiment with my creative writing but that's just my way of growing up as a writer. these days i'm too busy both in my head and physically, i wish i can overcome becoming a moss. my produce is sparse but my want is bigger than that. although for fanfics, there's no want anymore. i've had my fill and i'm sad to say, this is where we part.

pffbts is thus archived. all my posts will remain. if you send in any mundane sweet ask, i will answer them as soon as possible. kindly please don't send in any requests for fics (i've had to delete a couple of them from my ask box and it felt terrible.) i'm not completely going away. as a person, i will stay. it's just the fanfic writing part of me that will take a permanent leave. i'm almost 24 and it's been almost 10 years that i've started out in creating fanfics. i think it's enough, nah? plus writing this post for you all has strangely made me feel calm, as a certain baggage has been let down from my shoulders.

thank you to you all from the past & the present. i hope you all stay well and healthy. it has been truly a good time to have you all with me.

-K.

#a:pffbts #personal

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elle-p · 6 months

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Here's some unused December and March dialogue from the dorm's lounge

Yukari: We can't let the Fall happen.

Mitsuru: You could have killed him if you wanted to. But, you chose not to. Thank you for making that decision.

Junpei: I knew it, man. I knew that's what you would do.

Akihiko: Good, now we can fight Nyx face to face. I'm going to go plan my training schedule.

Fuuka: I'm scared of the Fall, but I'll do my best to stop it.

Aigis: Let's face this together, Main-san.

Ken: I'm glad. I didn't want the world to end like that.

Yukari: Hey, you know that girl we saw at the school gate this morning? I've been thinking about it… And I'm pretty sure she was after you, not Junpei. If you see her again, you should talk to her.

Fuuka: We'll be seniors soon, with entrance exams to focus on. Let's not get lazy just because it's spring.

Akihiko: These are my boxing gloves. I've had them most of my life… They're pretty worn out, though. I mean, I've trained pretty hard with them, but I didn't think they'd get this scuffed up…

Ken: It's so weird… I feel like we've been talking here for a long time… We never hung out in the lobby together, but it feels like we did…

Junpei: Remember that blond chick? Her name's Aigis. Huh? How do I know her name, you ask? Heh, never underestimate the great detective Junpei's methods. Especially when it comes to a cute girl's name… I'm the first to know!

Yukari: I still can't remember anything about that girl. Junpei says her name is Aigis, but… I'm pretty sure we've met somewhere before. I just don't remember where.

Junpei: You think I've known about Aigis for a while? Nah, it can't be… That's for sure. It can only be… love!

Fuuka: I passed by the blond girl in the hallway. She looked very serious… I wonder if she's sick…

Yukari: Graduation is tomorrow. Not that I know anyone in the senior class… But it feels empty, somehow. Didn't I make some important promise related to graduation…?

Junpei: I was cleaning my stuff and found a sketchbook--and I don't even draw! I flipped through it, and it's full of these bizarre drawings. The last page had a handsome portrait of… guess who? Me! Good ol' Junpei Iori! But my eyes started to water up when I looked at it… I wonder why.

Fuuka: The seniors are leaving the dorms… But the only ones here are Mitsuru-senpai and Akihiko-senpai. I never spent much time with them, but I'm sad to see them go…

Ken: I keep thinking about Shinjiro-san's loss… He was supposed to graduate today. He was so kind, and he always took really good care of me…

#persona 3 #p3 #spoilers #these ones are in vanilla

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oo-hazel-oo · 2 years

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tw: gun violence (this is a long and detailed discussion of gun violence, so please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable!)

i don’t normally talk about this kind of stuff on here, but i’m frustrated and sad and am hoping that some people who read this will find it helpful. if you don’t have time to read, then feel free to skip to the last three paragraphs which contain the big takeaways from all this.

i grew up in a city that many people refer to as the “murder capital” of the united states and that has one of the highest rates of gun-related homicides in the entire country. i heard my first gunshot when i moved to the midwest at age 10 and i couldn’t tell you how many i’ve heard since then.

during the first few years of high school, we had annual 'intruder' drills, where we'd turn off the lights, close the blinds, and huddle in a corner until the teachers told us we could stop. after the parkland shooting in 2018, they started calling them 'active shooter' drills and we had them twice as often. our teachers stopped telling us to hide in a corner of the classroom and instead encouraged us to break the windows and run, do anything in our power to save ourselves if something ever happened.

over the years, there were a few public safety scares that caused our building to be locked down, but i found that the majority of the gun violence that affected our school manifested in ways that i wasn’t prepared for in the slightest. i had a classmate come to school with an untreated gunshot wound. i would see my friends wearing handmade shirts featuring the collaged images of relatives who’d fallen victim to gun violence. even since graduating, three former classmates have passed away after being caught in the crossfire of our country's gun epidemic. there were no drills or prep courses to teach us how to deal with the effects of that.

one the most horrible encounters with gun violence that i have personally experienced happened when i was sixteen. i was attending a neighborhood memorial for a five year old boy who had gotten ahold of his parents’ gun and sadly sustained an accidental and fatal gunshot wound. halfway through the memorial service, which was taking place in a local park, we heard gunshots come from down the street and everyone had to leave behind their candles, flowers, and teddy bears to sprint to safety. the gun violence in my neighborhood had gotten so bad, that we weren’t even able to mourn its victims anymore.

i’m bringing this all up because earlier today, i was scrolling through instagram and was surprised to see my city on a CNN headline. there had been a school shooting at the high school a few blocks away from my old house and it had left 3 people dead and at least 6 people seriously injured. hearing the news broke my heart.

i am currently living in the u.k. and it’s hard to describe to my european friends, most of whom have never been directly impacted by gun violence, why i jump when a heavy dumpster lid is slammed shut, or why i feel the need to sprint if i see a crowd of people running. my friends here will sometimes joke about the u.s. being full of gun-toting, trigger-happy texans, but that is just one caricature of our gun violence epidemic and does not capture the diverse experiences that so many of us have grown up with (and a psa to those who have never been impacted by gun violence — please try to avoid throwaway comments like the one above — gun violence is not a joke).

all this being said, to anyone who has read the news today and is impacted by what’s going on, please take care of yourself and your community. it’s okay to log off if you need to <3

and to all of those who want to channel their frustration into action, remember that the november 8th midterm elections are coming up and this is sadly one of the ONLY ways we can work to prevent further tragedy and fight for better gun control legislation in the u.s. if you’re american, register to vote. if you are an american and won’t be in town on election day or are living abroad, YOU CAN STILL VOTE. and registering is just half the job. make sure you head to your polling place on election day to honor that commitment. research your candidates, check which organizations they give their money to, and which give money to them. there are so many NRA-backed candidates that need to be voted out! keep an eye out for endorsements from people/groups doing the good work. send letters to your local, state, and national representatives. protest. share your own experiences. be there for those who are most impacted (these are ways everyone can help, not just americans!!)

obviously gun violence is not the only issue that is important for the upcoming election, but it’s the one that’s hurting me, my friends, and family the most today.

#tw: gun violence #gun violence #gun control #midterm elections #hazel rambles

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dylanisdazed · 10 months

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Hey y'all! So my next story is pretty heavy and despite the main character's name, it's fiction. That being said, it's an emotional first part for me--I'm not sure if that will carry through to the reader because I'm not a good writer, but it was very emotional for me to write. I've read and edited it several times and can't seem to get through it without crying. Again, I don't expect it to necessarily resonate as much with the reader.

Trigger Warning: This part deals with thoughts/stories of suicide.

Dylan’s bedroom was painted dark green and filled with plants and candles. The walls were lined with records and band posters. His nightstand was littered with prescription bottles—for his depression and anxiety. He was a very attractive, fit but thin boy, who was well-liked by all. But he saw the world differently and he very rarely liked what he saw. His shaggy dark brown hair often hid his almost black eyes and long dark eyelashes, much to his mother’s chagrin. His best friend Jack had just run up to his bedroom, which was over the family garage. It was raining heavily and thunder rumbled the earth as Dylan opened the door.

“Do you ever think about killing yourself?”

Dylan sat on the bed in his messy room, looking up at his friend as he stood there confused.

“What…? No.” Jack replied concerned.

Dylan looked down.

“Do you?” He asked.

“Yeah. I mean not realistically or anything but yeah, I do.”

Jack stared at him. “What the fuck man? You can’t just say shit like that.”

“Yeah, well actually I can say it and people should say it. It’s just a lot of things I guess.” Dylan continued to look at the ground.

“What kind of things?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I feel things more than others. You know that.”

Jack stared at him.

“It feels like nobody really cares.”

“Dude, what are you talking about? You have tons of people who care about you. Everyone at school loves you and you’re my favorite person on the planet.”

“Yeah. I’m not even talking about me necessarily, just in general. People pretend to care. People are always fucking pretending. They see some sad story about an abused puppy on Twitter, tear up, wonder how somebody could do that, and then scroll on. Move on with their day. They never think about it again. Then they like some post that makes fun of someone else because they are different from them. Or some issue they don’t understand. People are liars and they’re cruel.”

“What does that have to do with anything, Dylan? What does that have to do with you? There have always been assholes in the world and there always will be. It sucks, but it’s how it is.”

“Yeah. I guess maybe I wonder if I want to live in a world like that then, ya know? You remember Becky, from school? She killed herself because people made fun of her weight.”

“I know. It wasn’t that long ago.”

“Just every day, non-stop, people would crack jokes about her. People would put her down, over and over and then she goes and hangs herself alone in her room and of course, the town is shocked but I wasn’t.”

Dylan started crying uncontrollably with his voice trembling but continued, “Then the whole fucking town has a fake ass memorial, and teachers talk about the severity of bullying and then a month later nobody gives a fuck about Becky. I didn’t go to that memorial. We weren’t really friends but we had some nice talks. I couldn’t go to that memorial because I knew half of the fucking kids there, holding candles, and praying, were the same ones who called her names. They were the same ones who hurt her, over and over and over. They made her life a living hell. And for what? Tell me, for WHAT?”

“I don’t know.”

“Those kids are gonna continue on, graduate, go to college, get married, and have kids, all while Becky is rotting six feet under. She’s a rotting corpse. Nothing happens to them. Absolutely no consequences. And it’s not just Becky--that’s the thing. It happens every day, all over this goddamn world; good people, kind people, creative people, smart people, and funny people, who are a little bit different or don’t fit some narrative get bullied and harassed. Not all of them commit suicide, but I know it still fucking hurts.”

“Man, I don’t know what to say to you.” Jack wiped away tears.

“You don’t have to say anything.” Wiping tears away, eyelashes dripping.

“You are a deeply loving person and that’s a good thing. It’s a great thing. You care about other people even if it doesn’t affect you and that’s so rare, Dylan.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, and the world needs people like you.” Jack put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “The world needs heroes and loving people like you to save us from the bullies; the monsters.”

“No, they don’t. Nobody listens.”

You can continue part one on my patreon.

#dylanisdazed #dylie #patreon

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randomveyn · 2 years

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so how do you think Shuhei would deal with having a crush (who is this cute, gorgeous, little lady) who is asked who they find the most handsome in appearence? (Probably by Rangiku tbh xD. I imagine Shuhei, Izuru and Rangiku and crush hanging out). And crush is like “Kenpachi and Renji, it’s the scars and tattoo’s to be honest… i’ve spoken to other women and they talk about how handsome Byakuya is, but I just don’t see it”. (You wrote shuhei worries about his scars and tattoos)?

“does she see me or just my tattoos?” HAHAA shuhei is insecure in every little thing! i think his scars bring back some sad, nostalgic memories. it reminds him of his peaceful student days, of his fellow comrades who sacrificed in the battlefield, of his defected taicho who taught him the philosophy of battle for justice. he also thinks the scar is there to push him to be stronger, for the sake of his loved ones. (hugs for u shuhei 🥺)

✨ another long rambles under the cut ✨

as for the 69 tattoo, he's getting flushed cheeks after learning what it means in the modern world of living. but a part of him was still grateful for that incident bc he got to meet his muguruma-taicho. (got his ass saved and threateningly cheered him up too lol) so yeah, he got it tattooed out of respect. no regrets.

now, we can't say the same for the other tattoo. (i first thought it's a stripe/bandage or an accessory?? like it's just there for fashion?? lolol) i mean…i wouldn't have known why he got it. nobody knows. kubo-sensei needs to do some explanation here pls. but i can imagine shuhei looking into the mirror daily and be like “what tf were you thinking back then??” pat his back and tell him it's okay. everyone went through that phase. 😌

if his crush complimented kenpachi and renji for their tattoos and scars, shuhei would feel a bit conscious around these two. he might even stalk them out of curiosity. like “what do they have that i don't?”

rangiku would be laughing her ass off bc he got fired up over the smallest things his crush commented on. “he's a simp! that's what the youngsters in the world of living would call him!” she cackled while elbowing the facepalming kira beside her.

shuhei might go to the squad 11, using training as an excuse but he won't stop eyeing their spiky haired taicho the entire time. eventually, kenpachi would notice that and confront him about it. poor shuhei is shaking under this 6ft tall man, spilling the beans about his crush.

kenpachi just…doesn't understand. and he doesn't care i guess. he have no interest in dating and stuff, he's all about instinct and fight. but since shuhei brought this to his attention, he figured he can do whatever he wants about it. he's straightforward so he came up with the dumbest idea ever. “your woman like scars? then, fight me and get more scars!” rip shuhei 💀

okay now we've come to renji. i vaguely remember he got his tattoo after he graduated from the shinigami school. i also remember shuhei once lead his class on a field training and the trio (kira, renji and hinamori) was gushing about him.

my theory is, renji got inspired by shuhei about tattooing. (imagine kira trying to talk him out of it but renji was all “but hisagi-san is so badass with those! i want it too!!!”) so if shuhei ever voiced his concern about it, i think renji would know how to reassure him.

but don't trust his suggestion though. his fashion sense can be as bad as shuhei's guitar playing. “hisagi-san! you should get this glasses! you'd look cool with it!!” (it's so bad that ichigo want to pretend he dk these two on the street)

this is an off topic but lemme rant about byakuya a bit HAHA i rmb the first time i saw him i'm like “okay not the type of guy i'd like. thank you, next.” then i got into past arc and TEEN BYAKUYA!! HES A TSUNDERE 😍 HES SO CUTE I CAN'T!! 😫 but yeah that was pretty short-lived and we never see his tsundere tendencies again. (maybe there is…but he's more of a kuudere now) and i'm kinda torn in between “i only like him in his teenage!!” and “should i just love him as a whole??” basically i just refused to admit i like him 💀

okay thanks for listening to my crazy rambles. 🫶🏻

#rveyn replies #letters from : nesting dreams <3 #shuhei x reader #shuhei hisagi #hisagi shuhei #hisagi x reader

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obstinaterixatrix · 1 year

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racher was like ‘I have thought about your office lady characters and their office lady fashion and I was like ‘yo I love outsourcing details’ so here are the notes I took from racher’s presentation

Shio:

Epitome of Japanese office worker; white collared button up, blazer, knee length skirts

High school loafers (lmao)

No makeup

Mob character

Hiyoko:

Starts out super femme, starts getting more masc through series

Apparently dressed exactly like racher’s coworker but less casual; can sometimes skirt the line of what’s considered professional wear

Openly stylish

Different color blazers; same outfit different palette

Heels instead of loafers

Subtle touches; nails painted (rare in Japan), wears jewelry (either earrings or necklace, not both at the same time, very simple)

Subtle makeup; no lipstick, just lightly tinted gloss; hint of eyeliner (matches nails), hint of mascara, not too bold (she has to meet clients); foundation & concealer (full face, woman in sales) (😔)

Dyes & perms hair—naturally black, dyed auburn

More standard professional when out making sales

Doesn’t shop at Aoyama because her standards are higher (more local shops)

Might wear GU casually, probably wears GU-styled clothes from nicer brands

When starting to dress more masc, starts switching from skirts to pants; blazers were from a set with a skirt and don’t always match the pants, but she makes it look fashionable

At end, still wears heels (more about being mega fashionable less about gender)

Yuki:

Hair clip gets her eliminated

Late graduation gets her eliminated

Pants get her eliminated

She buys all her clothes from GU instead of Aoyama because her standards are lower

Also shops at Uniqlo

Doesn’t wear sweatshirts at work—is trying to dress well, but doesn’t understand what dressing well means in a professional Japanese concept

Sneakers or socks/sandals

DRESSES HERSELF MORE LIKE A TOKUSATSU CHARACTER

No makeup (starts out with kind of bad eyeliner because she thinks wearing makeup is a professional adult thing to do, stops after getting a job because it’s too much effort) (also got her eliminated)

Meihui:

Vibe: established secretary, nobody cares what she wears (she can do whatever she wants)

Mimics xianxia fashion with modern clothes; layers, long cardigans, long skirts, dresses with belts, flow-y pants; reads as casual, cool, and stylish

Looks more fashionable than Yuki (this is so sad)

There are days where she looks like she’s stylish and days where she looks like a 40 year old mother because of what she wears

If she did her hair differently she would look more fashionable

Never wears makeup

I forget how much of this I actually put in the text but Yuki graduated late because of health reasons, which is why she is starting the job hunt late and is only getting her first job in the early-mid 20s range instead of the solidly early 20s range; on top of that, racher really outlined all the details that would get her eliminated in the interview process of more respectable companies. the thing is, shio, being the Epitome Of An Office Lady, would’ve been able to point out stuff like hair accessories being a turn off for interviewers and how wearing skirts to interviews is more preferred (😔) but yuki was determined to be independent and tried to do everything herself and ended up getting immediately eliminated from the more respectable companies which fed into her desperation and made her super vulnerable to working for a black company because they don’t actually care about the subtle cues for professionalism (lol). after yuki decided to quit she actually talks to shio and gets tips on how to get hired at an actual company (take off the hair clip and just keep it in your pocket if you want to take it with you, if they ask about graduation say you took a gap year, etc.) AND she also has meihui who knows a bunch of stuff from when she transmigrated and had to cram all of modern japanese office culture in her heard immediately

#ol dream comic #ol isekai comic #ok good night. thank you racher

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gale-gentlepenguin · 2 years

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Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 Episode 2 Multiplication

Spoilers below

-Wow they continuing from the previous episode like almost exactly, that is impressive Continuity. I feel like I wrote it XD

-So recap, and They are addressing Felix. Smart move!

-So Gabriel is being a salty b**** but evil monologue as usual

-And su han is pointing out their mistakes and Chat noir tells him that he needs to shut up

-OH SNAP THEY ARE TAG TEAMING HIM. Couple goals

-Su Han got distracted by modern stuff! Thats actually kind of funny. I enjoy this bit. Su han is still an idiot tho. HE GOT DISTRACTED FOR 4 months on Cat videos! Okay I don’t hate him as much as before.

-Ladybug and Chat noir dealt with that well.

-Su han going to get back up. Well that will take a while. But at least he is doing something.

-So they are heading to Felix!

-FELIX FATHOM! OH DAMN. He got a wiki page.

-WHO MADE THIS PAGE THO?!

-Damn Felix, and here I thought he was just a typical rich kid. He graduated highschool already. Well we knew he was smart.

-They are talking to amelie. I am amazed.

-Amelie seems concerned and doesnt know where he is and promise to look for him.

-Felix is on the run, of course he would!

-Marinette blames herself, and it seems its a dead end.

-I’m sus of Amelie

-Holy crap the finale, the Evolution and the first part of this episode take place in the SAME DAY! Ladybug ain’t kidding. It’s been a long day

-AWWW SHE MISSES THEM kwami

-Marinette asks for company, baby girl is sad.

-Adrien returns home and is thinking about what felix did.

-Adrien realizing that if he just stood up for himself that would have saved everything.

-Adrien told his dad?! That was way too easy. He was WAY too okay with it

-meanwhile at the sleep over

-Alya trying to assure her that it wasnt her fault (cute sleep over)

-STATUE REFERENCE @gentil-minou now grows more powerful! Also Alya loves cringe

-Marinette vowing she is done with adrien until monarch is down JUST AS HE CALLS! Because Life ain’t that simple

-Alya answers for her like a bro.

-Adrien just wanted to let her know he quit modelling.

-Marinette was so happy for him! So cute. She forgot she was pretending to not be there

-ADRIEN YOU BEAUTIFUL BABY

-Adrien is clearly simping

-Marinette is trying not to look into it. Alya is me rightnow

-Adrien is GUSHING. I CANT TAKE THIS KIND OF SWAP

-Plagg calling his fake ass out!!!! drag him! he knows

-REVERSE CRUSH LETS GO

-Oh, Nathalie is back. She is gonna call out Gabriel.

-Nathalie seeing adrien and smiling. She cares for her psuedo son.

-MR. ALIM TELLING THEM THAT HIS DAUGHTER IS BUNNYX! TO THE CLASS

-CALINE IS PREGNANT! It wasn’t me

-The class is worried about Alix but are staying motivated.

-Nino is right, stats are cool, but max, Shut up.

Also his stats are wrong

-And Chloé is being a salty b****

-Oh Lila, you have a role in two episodes, amazing. Also I saw that Back hand compliment you bitch!

-Sabrina looks a bit different. Also sweetie, Roger is a dumbass.

-A MONTAGE!? Of them being vigilent but no akumas.

-Tomoe is there! I see drama in the rise.

-Oh, this is awkward.

-MARINETTE! STOP COCK BLOCKING YOURSELF.

-Anaisi training DJWIFI! I love it!

-Wait, are they making an ADRIEN HOLOGRAM!? OH SO THATS HOW HE IS GONNA GET OUT OF MODELING.

-Gabriel hasnt been active for weeks so everyone is relaxed with no akuma.

-Felix hasnt shown up. His mom has to be covering for him

-OH SNAP AN AKUMA PERFECT FOR COCKBLOCKING!

-Adrien you awkward boy.

-AH YEA GIANT MILF AKUMA

-Oh damn Ikari Gozan is agile for being so big

-OH S*** SHE CAN MULTIPLY! SHE GOT THE MIRACULOUS.

-so many milfs

-I mean so many monsters

-Ladybug and chat noir are asking her how she got a miraculous.

-Chat noir still got his cataclysm active

-FISHING ROD LUCKY CHARM

-oH!!! I think I got it.

-Chat noir got the rod

-I am living for this teamwork!

-Wow they handled this a lot easier than I thought.

-Tomoe seems to not know what happened. Just something about a park being in the way of her development plans.

-They ask if she has a miraculous. But she says she doesnt have one.

-I am sus. She has something.

-They give her a lucky charm.

-Tomoe you lying bitch! THE PROTOTYPE! The rings! That’s what it was! That why he got those rings!

-THE TECH! OMG THE TECH! ITS AMAZING! IT LOOKS SO CLEAN

-WTF IS WITH THAT ALL WHITE LOOK

-Its a communication tool

-ITS CALLED ALLIANCE! SO ON THE NOSE! YOU EVIL BASTARD! THATS HOW THE RINGS GO.

-Its an alliance of two companies.

-so thats why he did the scan thing!

-Amelie straight up lied to keep her son safe, shady, also Felix what you gonna do boy.

-Felix sounding OMINOUS!

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Okay so I am LOVING this continuity. The flow is nice. It seems like they are actually USING the characters! Season 5 seems to really seems to be an improvement. The writing is much more crisp. The pacing is a lot better, the drama is more apparent. It’s like they took the best aspects of season 3 and 4 and fixed it.

I enjoy the ladynoir and adrinette. Solid stuff

Felix’s mom is awesome. (And she is single)

Gabriel seems to have a new plan that involve those rings and Tomoe seems in on it.

I’m hoping it’s the rich cult from season 4.

Adrien finally waking up and realizing Marinette is special is about DAMN TIME!

And just in time for Marinette to try and keep her distance. A little late, but a reverse lovesquare would be lovely.

Overall I will say that this is a solid 8.5 out of 10.

It is a bit dialogue heavy but I think it’s crucial in setting up the next episodes. Now some might call that boring, I call it world building.

If season 5 can keep this level of good writing and execution it will be a great season.

#gale reviews #ml spoilers #ml season 5 #multiplication #ml multiplication #miraculous ladybug s4 #ml #adrinette #ladynoir

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Re: sex-worker alice— Have you written jasper finding out the alice he left is a sex worker? Cause oof i need to see the reaction to that

The initial meeting between Alice and the Cullens - from Alice's POV - happens on the street accidentally, and Edward identifies the bruises Alice has as something she does for work and is consensual - Jasper is definitely more focused on finding and harming the person who inflicted harm on Alice than comprehending what Alice actually did as a job.

There are also notes for a scene where the various Cullens try to get Jasper to talk about Alice's career choice and Jasper very stubbornly refuses to talk.

The below is the closest I've gotten to the first kind of confrontation, and is a very very rough draft

I'd say I was surprised to see another Cullen waiting for me after work, but I would have been more surprised to be left alone honestly. The surprising part is that it was Jasper. I was sure Carlisle and Esme would make another bonding attempt before Jasper came near me.

He stood up like a gentleman when I walked over, looking every bit as good as I remembered, but I had long since stopped caring what the Cullens thought of my clothing or how I looked. Not everyone was as wealthy and privileged as they were, and sometimes food and shelter came before plush winter coats and buttery-soft leather boots. Not all of us could have flawless skin and glossy hair every moment of the day.

…Maybe I was still a little jealous.

"Hi." Jasper's voice is soft, and I can feel his eyes search mine for a moment before I look away, to jam my phone in my bag.

“Hi. Wasn’t sure who to expect today,” I said in a wry voice. “Figured it would be Esme again.”

He chuckled. “Are we that transparent?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

"Just because you didn't want to see me naked, doesn't mean other people don't," I said calmly, taking a sip of my milkshake.

Jasper scoffed, and for a moment, he looked annoyed. "That's not true," he began, and I raised my eyebrows. That was probably the closest we’d ever gotten to actually discussing sex. Some very restrained and polite kisses were the closest we got - the singular time we came close to making out, he’d insisted he leave. And I know my sixteen- and seventeen- year old self in her Hello Kitty underwear and thrift shop dresses wasn’t exactly the stuff of teenage fantasies, but I had definitely wanted more back then.

Jasper gritted his teeth and changed the subject. "I thought you got free college through the state?”

"I get free tuition. I still need to pay for food and shelter and clothing and books,” I said. “Plus I need a car, and new glasses and a whole bunch of human things. The details don’t matter, Jasper, I need to work to afford school.”

“Not like this,” he snapped, and I realised this was as upset as I had ever seen him.

"An hour of my time starts at one hundred dollars, Jasper," I retorted. "The house pays me sixty from that. There are no jobs for nineteen year old high school graduates that pay close to that. I've had nights where I’ve made a thousand dollars.”

He turned his head away from me. "I don't want to know that.”

"Why?" I demanded. "Because if it's some antiquated notion that I should have stayed virginal and pining for you - after you left without saying a word - whilst being screamed at by women who wanted extra foam in their coffee for ten bucks an hour we have nothing left to say to one another. We both know that you haven't sat around since the Civil War waiting patiently for marriage, so why was I supposed to? Especially when you had no intention of ever seeing me again?”

"You're selling your body, Alice. You can't expect me to be okay with that.”

“It’s my body,” I hissed, standing up. I almost missed Esme’s sad eyes and flowery euphemisms about saving me from my bad choices. “You don’t get to fuck off secretly and then turn up two years later - by accident - to judge me and complain and send your family to try and save me from myself. I needed saving when I was sixteen. Not now.”

Shouldering my bag, I turned to leave when his hand whipped out and clamped around my wrist suddenly and I tried not to flinch, the old bruises protesting at his tight grip.

“You were supposed to be mine,” he said in a low tone that made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. Whether it was something supernatural or just the anger in his voice, I didn’t know.

I pulled my wrist away and he let me go. “No,” I said quietly. “I’m not property, Jasper. And whatever we were supposed to be was over the minute you left me in Forks alone. Tell your family that I don’t work Wednesdays.”

And with that, I walked away.

#anon #memes #alice cullen #jasper hale #jalice #my fic: sex worker alice #jasper's more angry with himself than with alice #he remembers her as a sunny high school student #not as this wary girl who doesn't smile as much #mostly because she doesn't trust them anymore #and the transition between high school foster kid to working independent adult with no support system was hard on her

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