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landonfour · 7 months

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「Mini me, mini you? ๛ l.n || c.l」

part ix - ending 1

✧.* a little surprise becomes a welcome surprise and life does get better.

✧.* ending one! there will be one part after this to finish it off completelyl this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list since it's a mess to tag that many people when half of it doesn't work, hope you understand! Some people are tagged in the comments, I can only tag 50 peeps in a post. Love ya ❤️

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hannahh I would die for Benji 🥺

norry4 so this is basically saying they're back together..right? (In my delulu era ✌)

maxfewtrell the best norris there is

landonorris are we talking about me or my son?

maxfewtrell since when are you the best norris there is? You never were mate..

hamilt44n hello, is Benji looking for a sister? I'm putting myself up for adoption..just so you know..I'm nice and will do the dishes...please..

norrizz I just know this dog is living his best life 😭

carlandooo I need a Benji in my life and a lando..and a y/n..

sharl16 good news guys, I'm still obsessed with this little icon

landonorris what a little lad ❤️

y/nusername love of my life actually but okay

chilisainz you've been booted to p2 my dude 😂

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julieeeexo oh my fucking god lando's gonna beba dilf?!😭

norrizz I called it! I told y'all!

zhou_ey stop it, Benji looks so proud to be a big brother 😭

carlossainz55 congratulations guys, you'll name him Carlos no?

landonorris not a chance mate..

carlossainz55 very disappointed

landoscar OMG OMG OMG

maxfewtrell you're going to tell me there's going to be two of lando in a couple weeks?

charlos16 WEEKS?

norrislando4 a lot of us have been saying she's been pregnant for a while so I guess were right? 😭

hamilt44n my parents becoming actual parents and they're getting a lil dude? Life is beautiful 😢

landonorris 💙💙💙

landooofour congrats on becoming a dilf my dude!

charles_leclerc congrats you guys!

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garfinkelstingle · 1 year

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matthew's letter to james

hi, i was bored and decided to transcribe the additional letter from matthew to james from the waterstone edition of chain of thorns!

thanks to the peeps out there posting pictures of it, you're the true heroes!

Dear James,

When we talked about my trip, and the places I wished to see, you may recall that--while I wished to be beholden to no agenda or itinerary--I did say there were three cities in Europe I would die rather than miss: Vienna. Berlin. And of course, Venice. Your eyes lit up when I mentioned the latter, and I promised to send you word of the City of Masks when I arrived.

Well, I have been here for three days and I wish to share with you my impressions of the city. As one wanders, one discovers quickly that there are two modes of line in Venice: wet and quiet, or wet and loud. I have, as you would imagine, kept myself to its loudest parts.

It is a city beloved of mermaids, obviously, and in general Downworld is dominated by the fishier side of Faerie. You may ask, do I mean the aquatic parts, or do I mean the dodgy parts? And to that I say, sir, I mean both. Never have I seen so many mermaids, and never have I seen more complex scheming. Within moments of arriving at one of their fames half-sunk tavernas, I was drawn into three assassination plots, two blackmails, and a plot to steal a large sapphire owned by someone named "Il Granchio," who turned out to not just be named after but to actually be himself a giant talking crab. What marvels I have missed by remaining in sodden old London. I have never been threatened with having my head pinched off before, and I daresay it has fortified my character.

As with every other city I visit, I have had to spend half my time dodging local Shadowhunters. The local Institute is always very welcoming, and by "welcoming" I mean they wish to put me on patrol. But this is not my travel year and I am not visiting the world's most interesting places in order to patrol them, or to fight their demons at all, really.

(Obviously if a demon crosses my path, I will dispatch it posthaste. I am still a Nephilim born and bred, and thus feel a certain amount of demon-focused violence is good for the blood. Nevertheless, I have found that one does not need to wander the streets of a city to encounter its dangers. Instead I have followed the strategy of going directly to a city's most unsavory places, where trouble will regularly appear without much fuss on my part.)

The only thing worse than Shadowhunters who want to hunt demons with me, are Shadowhunters who want to Put a Word in My Ear because I have "access" to the Consul. As though when I speak to my mother she wishes me to convey the minor grievances of a bureaucrat from Turin. No, she wants to know if I am eating enough (I am) and whether I am wearing the scarf she knitted for me (I am not). If the Continental Shadowhunters wish to politic they will have to wait for Charles to come through. That's their punishment for taking life too seriously.

On a slightly more sober note--as it were--it is difficult to debauch through the world without the social lubrication of drink. I suppose I knew that before I set out, but the reality can be hard to bear. Everywhere I go I am plied with drink, which I must decline, explaining that I have come not for the alcohol but only for the gambling and the perversion. Even on the rare occasion when I have been unable to avoid visiting an Institute they inevitably drag out the dustiest bottle in their cellar and I must rush to stop them before they open it for a guest who cannot appreciate it.

The problem is that nobody seems to understand why one might not wish to drink. It is very frustrating. Everyone recognizes that one can drink to excess and need to stop for the sake of one's health, but to encounter such a person in reality bewilders them. And I can hardly order water in the sorts of places I am visiting. As a result, I have become a great consumer of black coffee, which I down by the ucketful so as to be seen imbibing something. Unfortunately, this means I now require several large cups of the stuff a day just to keep myself upright. I suppose a dependency on coffee is much less debilitating than a dependency on drink. At the very least it is less dangerous to one's health, by which I mean I have never yet drunk a pot of coffee and awoken on the cold stone steps of a baptistry wrapped in the Union Jack, which I cannot say is true of my time as a drinker of liquor. It nevertheless makes me a bit of a figure of scrutiny, the Englishman who turns down drink. I have begun to tell the especially insistent that I am under a faerie curse and if ever liquor should touch my mouth I shall transform into a badger. I tell you, I look forward to later in the year when I shall be in countries where the mundanes' religion prohibits alcohol. Although I imagine the coffee consumption will only rise.

But I was speaking of Venice, somewhere on an earlier page. You shall have to tell Pickles at the Devil that here there is no need to bring a tub with you to soak in, for the Downworld bars are mostly half-sunk into the lagoon and one sits with one's lower half in water and one's upper half at a table. This is an excellent arrangement for the mermaids and a terrible arrangement for anyone else. The werewolves go around looking like drowned rats half the time.

In addition to the continued popularity of drink and debauch, Venice is also mad for seances. (In this it resembles most other places I have visitied; the whole continent seems mad for ghosts these days. What a career Jesse could have had had he remained disembodied.) I ran into Madame Dorothea yesterday while in a dimly-lit lounge of poor reputation playing Trappola. (Because what goes better with card-playing than dire warning and demands from one's dead family members?) This is not the first time I have seen her on my travels--like me, she appears to be touring. I encountered her first in a brown café in Rotterdam and then again at a floating cabaret on the Rhine a few weeks ago. Both times I could barely see her through the tobacco smoke, but I did get to witness her admonishing a vampire that his late mother was very disappointed in him because she had expected him to become a lawyer.

By this our fourth encounter, Dorothea and I nodded knowingly to each other as fellow-travelers, and she asked me directly if there was anyone I wished to speak to. I demurred, but she was insistent, and having singled me out the crowd demanded I follow through. I searched my mind for anyone whose messages would not be potentially harmful to my good mood, and finally asked her if I could speak with Oscar Wilde. (The man, not the dog, of course; Oscar Wilde the dog awaited me loyally at the pensione as usual.)

At this point I had no doubt about the genuine power possessed by Dorothea, and so when a gruff but cultured voice emanated from that lady's mouth I knew at one it was him. Of course I immediately went off my head and said the only thing I could think of, which, foolishly, was that I thought he would sound more Irish.

Rather dryly he informed me that he had deliberately put aside his accent while at Oxford, and that he hoped I had not called him back from sailing beyond the sunset in order to complain about his diction. (He got quite enough of that from the ghost of his sister, apparently.) I told him no, but that I wished him to know that his House of Pomegranates had been a formative text for me in my youth. Which was a terrible understatement of the importance of his writing to me, but I could think of nothing else. I felt a fool the moment I said it.

Rather acidly he told me that he no longer concerned himself much with notices or reviews, being dead. At this point Dorothea's body-language showed that the spirit was becoming restless, and the crowd was on his side. More politely than I deserved, he suggested that I might wish to ask him for some advice, or at least wisdom, that he might provide from his side of the veil.

Struck, I blurted out, "In the past I have made so many errors, have caused so much hurt. Can I make up for them? Will I carry them with me forever, or can they ever be left behind in the past?"

At this the crowd became hushed. This was not what they had come to see, but at least it was more interesting than my telling a specter ripped from beyond the void that I liked his work.

Oscar gazed at me--I had no doubt it was him, behind Dorothea's eyes, and I will not soon forget the frisson I felt as he sized me up. Finally, he spoke, and his voice was gentle.

"I see from your cravat," he said, "that you are a man of the world."

I allowed that his observation was accurate.

"And I see from your eyes," he went on, "that you mean to live a grand life. That you have already begun to do so, in fact."

"I do," I told him. "I have."

"To live magnificently," Oscar said, as though carefully choosing his words, "means that your joys will be magnificent, but so too will be your pains. You will celebrate grandly and you will suffer grandly. Such is the covenant of such a life."

"Is it worth it?" said I.

He appeared to shrug. "You can see how it has turned out for me," he said. "Nevertheless, I would not exchange my fate for another. Epictetus said that a man is not made by his circumstances; rather, his circumstances reveal him to himself. I may be paraphrasing," he added, and I thought I head him mutter something to the effect, "Look at me. Dead and still quoting."

Now he took in his surroundings. "Next time you seek me out," he said, "pray do so in a place less chill and damp. I may not feel it, but I still appreciate a decent ambience."

And then he was gone.

I tell you, James, I had little expectation when I asked Dorothea to call upon him, but I left that chill and damp taverna greatly inspired. I share these words with you because, while you are not one to descend into the damp and chill places of the world for the sake of a party, as I am, your life is also grand, and like me you are destined to love grandly, to suffer grandly, and to celebrate grandly. I want you to know that Oscar Wilde says it is worth the trouble. And that I believe him.

The only real sorrow of my travels, of course, is the pangs I feel in being absent from you. Parabatai separated are always missing a bit of themselves, and I carry that lack with me wherever I go. I continue forth to seek more experiences, but I promise to return to you in time, and, I hope, the wiser for it.

Pray give my love to Cordelia, to Lucie, to Thomas and yes, even to Alastair. I miss you all very much, and hope that you are keeping London well for me while I am away. Be well and the Angel protect you.

Love,

Matthew

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satanic-witchcraft · 1 year

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Please take the time to read this, because I feel this is something that needs to be addressed.

None of the information I include in my videos, is cannon. Wally and frank fighting isn't cannon, home hurting wally isn't cannon, yandere wally isn't cannon, NONE of the audios i make where wally is one thing or another Is cannon. These are specifically fan-Made based on peoples requests.

I have received a hurtful message saying that they hate how home is being made out to be a bad guy, and how they're starting to hate wally because of specific things I have said or done in my videos, that were requested by someone else.

These are FAN made, they're not MEANT to be cannon information. I'm NOT the creator, I don't work with the creator, i don't work with the voice actors of the characters. Nothing I do or say is accurate to the actual story of welcome home, it's NOT supposed to be. I'm not trying to induce theories, I make these for fun. They're alternative universe ideas, or simply audios of things people want to hear me say or do in wally's voice.

This message upset me deeply, as I have asked just yesterday not to message me personally and get snippy with me, or complain. And receiving those hurtful words, made me feel sick.

I know this may seem harsh.. But I truly do not care if you dislike wally, the welcome home fanbase, or if you love home to the core of your being. That is you, I personally do not hate home AT ALL, I'm simply making an audio based on Someone's REQUEST. None of that information is TRUE.

Now if I make a mistake, I will absolutely 100% try and correct it to the best I can. But it is NOT my fault if you hate wally, and NOT my fault if you hate my videos. If you are so genuinely disgusted by my work, block me. You can Block me. You do not have to come messaging me telling how much you hate my work, and blame me for you forming your own negative opinion on something.

I am so genuinely tired, I hate when people get mad at me, typing this out right now I am genuinely shaking. This is why I put trigger warnings in my videos, because if you hate the kind of stuff that will be in that specific video.. I ENCOURAGE You to NOT watch it. If you do, that is NOT my fault.

I'm not the only person who's made videos of alternate universes, where home IS the bad guy. It's not cannon, WE KNOW that nothing like that has been confirmed. My videos are not theories, they are fanmade material. I'm not trying to encourage people to hate home, I'm simply fulfilling a REQUEST I was GIVEN, by somebody else. There are people who want to see content where home is the bad guy, that doesn't make it cannon.

I understand this is alot of repeating information, and I'm sorry if this comes across as harsh or insensitive.. But I'm tired of having people cross over my boundaries, just to tell me how much they hate something or hate me for simply doing impressions of a character. If i make a mistake I will fix it, But i haven't because NOWHERE in my videos is there meant to be anything saying "oh this is cannon! This actually happened!" or "this might be the story behind welcome home!" that is not my intention of these videos. I'm doing them for fun, I'm doing them for the peeps who want to see specific things that I can provide to them.

Please just.. Read my boundaries, do NOT cross them, and do not message me personally saying hurtful things. There is a REASON the block button exists, pal. I am ONE person doing everything on this blog. If I make a mistake, I'm sorry. If you don't like something I do, I'm sorry. I'm one person, I can't do everything, I can't make everyone happy.

Furthermore, Do not message me to vent to me about how much you hate or dislike something I'm doing. I'm happy to do a comfort audio or something like that, but I'm not a therapist. I'm some random guy on the internet making voice impression videos, if you're so pressed about my content talk to someone else. I'm not going to to stop doing something that isn't a problem, just because you don't like it. That's called being selfish.

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giggly-squiggily · 8 months

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i believe you when you say you're not gonna forget it but you're getting this ask anyway just so i can say thank you for indulging the uzusane and also sanemi with a mimosa is a physical need by now lol

Nya ha ha! I am here to deliver the ultimate Uzusane experience! (Well- at least within my abilities areljarjkekjrajke) I couldn't remember if you ship them or just wanted a Tengen-Sanemi centric fic so I left the relationship ambiguous. The important thing is- Sanemi's got a Mimosa! :D I hope you like it Rey! :3

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Sanemi Shinazugawa was a simple man.

He got up, made his ohagi and tea in the morning, and went about whatever set of missions he was assigned to that day. Sometimes he managed to sneak a few hours of training in between reports, sharpening his skills and perfecting his breathing styles.

It was bitter, exhausting work; but Sanemi wouldn’t ever say that. Not out loud anyway. Master Kagaya gave his worthless life a second chance in this business. Complaining just felt disrespectful.

His brain and heart may have felt that way, but his body?

“Gaaaaah…”

His body had other plans.

“That’s one hell of a groan, Shinazugawa. Are you feeling alright?” Tengen looked over at the shorter man, understanding in his gaze as he watched him try to stretch out the aches along his spine. “You overworked yourself again.” “Shut up- I’m fine. This is noooothing!” He couldn’t finish without a groan as he stretched, waking up another sore spot that sent pain pulsing down his legs. “...it’s nothing.”

“Uh huh. And I’m shorter than Shinobu.”

“Definitely dumber.”

“Everyone’s dumb compared to her- the point is, you’re clearly strained!” Tengen did a fancy gesture before pulling out a pamphlet- where he kept it, Sanemi had no idea. “Lucky for you- I’ve got just the place to go! Check it out; there’s this new spa that opened up-”

“No thanks.”

“It offers mud baths, massages, pedicures-”

“What the hell is a pedicure?”

“They even have drinks! We can get tipsy!”

“And just how are we supposed to do this? We have missions and…” At Tengen’s guilty look, Sanemi blinked.

“You didn’t.”

“He said it was fine!”

“What if I said no?”

“You haven’t really.”

“Kyojuro?”

“He went with me last time. I’m sharing the love!”

“What about your wives?”

“They’re having their own spa day with Mitsuri and Shinobu- look, Sanemi- you and I both know how badly you need this! Hell- I need this! Just looking at you makes my body ache.” Tengen rolled his shoulders in emphasis, letting out a low groan of his own. “It’ll be nice- just you and me; hitting up a spa and finally getting some good ol’ relaxation time.”

Sanemi considered. It did sound nice. The idea of someone riding his back of aches and pains nearly made his legs give out. And the idea of getting drunk was kinda fun…

“Okay- fine. Since you’ve already gone through the trouble of getting us both time off.” Sanemi rolled his eyes, trying not to blush at the whoop of joy Tengen let out.

~~~

“Welcome to the Wisteria Spa! We’re here to treat your chronic aches and pains.” The woman who greeted them was small but strong, her wrinkled face held a pair of eyes much like their own, and her smile was fond as it was warm. “You must be one of ‘Gaya’s children- it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“‘Gaya?” Sanemi raised a brow, even more confused when Tengen snorted.

“‘Gaya’ is Master. Madam Hira here knew all of the Master's family for generations.” The bigger hashira laughed harder at Sanemi’s shocked stare, turning back to the amused old woman with a bow. “Thank you for having us.”

“Of course. I take it you’ll be having the usual routine?”

“Yes! Oh and- can you bring out you know what? It’s Sanemi here’s first time afterall.” Tengen grinned at him, eyes twinkling. If there was ever a more humanized version of a red flag. Sanemi felt a shiver run down his spine.

“Oh, absolutely. Now- come in, come in.” ~~~

“Ahhh…isn’t this nice Shinazugawa?” Tengen was a picture of bliss, face painted with some sort of mint colored cream as the various girls worked on his arms and back, digging into the muscle with practiced movements. “All those demons we have to fight- we don’t get enough time to really relax.”

Sanemi would have responded had he not been fighting for his life. Hands clutching the sides of the table, he willed himself to stay still as the girl digging into his back dug out every knot within. It hurt- a lot more than he anticipated; but that wasn’t the issue. Pain he could handle any day of the week.

This however- it was torture.

“You know- I don’t ask you this alot, but how’s your personal life going? Did you finally get the guts to ask somebody out? I know it' a bit hard out there for someone like you, but I can help.” Tengen grinned at him around his mask, fighting down a laugh at Sanemi’s strained expression. “Too much for you, Shinazugawa?”

“If it’s too much pressure, I can lighten up.” The girl offered, voice kind and concerned.

“N-No. It’s fi-ine!” Sanemi grunted, wincing when a whimper escaped. Tengen’s eyes widened with glee at the sound, sharing a look with the girl working Sanemi’s back. “I can ha-handle it!”

“You sure?”

“Y-yes!” He could do this!

“He's a tough one- your friend Let's see what happens when you two get your feet done.” The woman working on Tengen grinned, earning a laugh from the others. Sanemi pushed his face against the cushion, scrunching his face against the worn leather. He could handle this- just focus on something else- something else-

“I know it's hard out there for someone like you, but I can help."

He didn't know why it cut so badly. It wasn't anything new coming out of Tengen's mouth.

At least now he had something to take his mind off the ache.

~~~

Turns out, Sanemi could not handle it.

“Oh man- you’re so ticklish!” Tengen laughed at the sight, grinning at the other as Sanemi sank in his chair, one leg pulled up to his chest while the other was in a vice grip. They had made it through the massages- barely in Sanemi’s case- and were now getting these “pedicures’ Tengen raved about.

It was nice at first- the water was warm and they were offered drinks once they were comfortable. Whatever they gave him was sweet and citrusy, fizzing against his lips as he sipped. He never really liked oranges, but he wasn’t going to turn down a free glass of alcohol.

Then the actual pedicure started and every nerve in his body lit up like a clap of lighting.

“Shuhuhuhuht ihihiihiiht! Gheahhahahahah, whihiihihihy dohehehehes it tihihihihickle?” Sanemi was doing everything in his power to not rip his leg free. Not that he could- the earlier massage plus the few sips of the fancy orange juice made his body feel like air, too floaty to really form any strength. “Gahhahahad, I’m so shahahhhaharry!”

Hm. Maybe that’s why they do this after? To make sure you can’t get away?

Sanemi had to give these ladies more credit.

“No worries, dear- you’re not the first to react this way.” The older woman working his foot laughed with him, hands unyielding as she scraped at his calluses with a small box. “Uzui’s friend- the blonde one who eats a lot- he could barely keep it together himself when we did this. Though I will say you’re much more ticklish than him.”

Tengen busted out laughing, delighted. Sanemi would have chewed him out had he not been fighting down an embarrassing squeal. Sinking in his seat, he covered his face with his hands, unable to muffle the sound of his giggle fits. “Ahehahahhahhaaha! Whehehehhen dohohohoes it ehehehehend?”

“Well, given they’re only on the first foot- not for a while.” Tengen tucked his arms behind his head, smiling in ease. “Try to enjoy it, Mr. Tickles. You’ll get used to it eventually. Have some more Mimosa.” The glass was pushed into his hand once more, fizzing and delightful.

Through his giggles, he managed to get it down in one gulp, earning a whooping cheer from the other.

~~~ “What did I tell you? This is the best part of the whole day.”

“Hm…this isn’t bad at all.” Sanemi tipped his head back, the hot water steaming his skin and making him flushed. The final trip of their little spa day was a dip in the baths- the one thing Sanemi rather enjoyed.

Granted, he enjoyed all of it- but he wasn’t getting tickled here, so that was an added bonus.

“Aren’t you glad you came? I’m glad you came. You’re always so…tense. It’s bad for the skin.” Tengen leaned back against the edge, towel over his freshly washed hair and positively glowing. “You’d end up looking like one of those wicked witches from the fairy tales if you kept going.”

“Gee- thanks.”

“You're welcome.”

Rolling his eyes, Sanemi couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head at the other. “Can I ask you something? Why did you actually invite me out? It’s not as if we hang out often outside meetings and whatever.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve known you forever, Sanemi! Why would I not invite you?” Tengen’s voice was matter of fact- as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Sure- you and I might not be as tight as we could be but…I want to change that.”

Sanemi blinked, wondering if he should have drunk that second and third mimosa before coming here. It sounded like things were getting heavy. He didn’t know if he was in the right state of mind for this conversation. “Tengen-”

“I’m not…I’m not the nicest to you. I like to think my goofing on you is fairly harmless, but your face earlier when I asked about your personal life. You looked…hurt.”

“Well yeah- I was getting my body cracked in half.”

“You know what I mean- emotionally hurt; like my comment gutted you. I didn’t think about it before but…I go too far. I’m so adamant about getting a rise out of you so you can just-shit; relax- I forget you’re just as prone to bruise like the rest of us- if not more.”

The happy buzz of his drinks soured some in his stomach as Sanemi let the words fall into him. Was he that obvious? “It’s not like you're wrong though. I'm not exactly some sweetheart like Mitsuri or a lovable guy like Kyojuro. I’m loud, angry, rash- and a colossal jerk on a good day.” The water blurred some- must have been the steam. “I doubt anyone wants to deal with someone like me. This is who I am- a walking talking scumbag with an ugly mug to match.”

Tengen was quiet, the only sound between them was the shifts in the water.

“I really made you feel like that.” When he spoke again, Tengen sounded so, so sad. “I’m sorry, Sanemi. Really, I am.”

“D-Don’t be. It’s fine.” God- why did his eyes get so blurry? The steam was making them burn too. He turned away, hoping Tengen wouldn’t hear the break in his voice through the water. “I-I’m fine. I’m…”

A hand found his shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“You might be, but I’m not. I can’t be- knowing how much of an asshole I’ve been to you. Sure- you’re bold, brash- and some days I wanna throw you in the trash.” That got a wet laugh out of Sanemi. “But you’re also brave and resilient and willing to do whatever it takes to save people. You love others so much it visibly hurts- you just-care. And you know, I think that’s what the Master sees and admires most about you- what we all admire about you.”

Sanemi couldn’t make his voice work- too choked with tears. He didn’t turn around, but he did reach out to pat Tengen’s hand, hoping that would tell him everything he was feeling.

“You still need to work on your skin routine though. Scars aside, you’re dryer than Rengoku’s hair. What’s gonna happen if someone goes to stroke your cheek and they end up scraping off their fingerprints? They'd get away with so many crimes!”

Sanemi threw his head back with a cackle, the sound all the way from his belly as it echoed around the room. A snort escaped soon after, and then Tengen was laughing just as hard, hanging onto his shoulder as they laughed and laughed.

It was the first real laugh Sanemi let out in a long, long time.

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“Wow…that was rather nice.” Sanemi felt good. Real good. His aches were gone- it felt like he was doing total constant breathing without having to try. If desired, he bet he could run all the way back home without breaking- that’s how good he felt.

“I told you! And you were gonna turn me down!” Tengen shoved him lightly, nearly sending them both off their feet. It was like they were two drunken idiots, even though the alcohol in their system was barely there anymore. “We should do this more often.”

“Head to spas? We’d lose our edge.”

“Nah- that’s a once and a while treat. I mean- hang out more. You and I.” Tengen was watching him, eyes kind. “I rather liked today. I feel like I got to know you more than before.”

“You sound like a guy in a romance novel. Is that how you got your wives? Practiced a few of those cheesy one liners everyday until they gave in?” Sanemi grinned, laughing when Tengen jabbed his ribs a few times. “Ahah! Ohohohokay okay!”

“You’re cheeky when you're relaxed. I like it. So…?” He waited, returning to the original question with a raised brow.

This would likely mean more teasing; Tengen would have a lot more to work with in driving him mad. His daily training sessions would be weekly, and he’d probably have less time to himself with how Tengen loved just popping in whenever he felt like it.

“Yeah…you know, I’d like that.” Sanemi smiled, nodding. “Let’s do that.”

Tengen whooped, throwing his fists into the air in victory. Sanemi ducked his head to hide his grin, barely suppressing a chuckle.

Yeah. He’d like that very much.

Thanks for reading!

#demon slayer #fic #fluff #tengen uzui #sanemi shinazugawa #can be read as platonic or romantic #I couldn't find the ask where we originally talked about them and I'm honestly lowkey mad at tumblr for it #watch as I post this I'll find it aijlrejarkekjrajer #anywho!#some angst towards the end because what's a spa trip without some heart to hearts am I right?#spa days #they deserve to be happy your honor

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Soulmate au 2

Part 1

(name) was barely coherent as he stepped out of the library, studying like a bastard and waving good-bye to his study group before lazily wandering back to his apartment and ignoring the tug of his soul mate markings.

All he wanted to do was laze around and watch (show) and eat (snack) until he falls asleep.

And that was exactly what he planned to do.

Bonten had their men frantically hunting down their soulmate, from features and anything they could possibly get.

But their missing piece was a tricky little thing.

"He looked young, early twenties maybe?" Koko mumbled as they went through multiple databases in hopes of finding him.

"Look through universities?" Mochi suggested and a grunt started looking through various universities student databases "STOP!" Sanzu said hastily as the screen stopped on...him.

(Name) (last name)

Eye color: (color)

Age: (age)

Student id: 19539295

DOB: XX/XX/XXXX

degree: culinary Arts

Graduation date xx/xx/xxxx

"Seems like we found him~" ran sang out happily as Mikey dead stared into the screen as he looked at the picture of him...their final soulmate.

"Get his address."

(Name) changed into comfortable clothes and snuggled onto his couch, a warm blanket over him as he decompressed, the week finally over and no shifts at the bakery he could let his body relax.

He was sinking in the couch when banging could be heard at his apartment door and startled him from any comfort he was seeking.

Hesitantly he walked towards the door, looking through the peep hole and paled at the men standing in front of it and noticeably the tattoos visible on a few of them.

Stepping back (name) paled, what did he do? Did he piss Bonten off somehow?

Did someone in his family do something?

Then he remembered.

Those guys....

Those were his soulmates...

Oh god why?!

"(Name) (last name)?" A tall man, slightly older than the other men asked gruffly and the poor guy shivered slightly "yeah...?" His voice was quiet and he knew lying to these men was probably gonna get him killed as a tall burgundy and lavender haired man gave a soft smile that didn't quite reach his eyes "so you're our soulmate...the missing piece... Adorable" he cooed out and the men's unyielding stares were a little unnerving but at the same time he weirdly knew he was safe.

"So let's get you packed up little sparrow!" A pink haired man laughed out and (name) had to do a double take at his words "I'm sorry? What do you mean?" (Name) asked incredulously and the men practically let themselves in and looked around the small but tidy apartment, the coffee table covered with work and a laptop "well you're our soulmate, obviously you would live with us now" a scarred man said as if it were common knowledge and the short tired looking one wandered into the kitchen and halted when he saw a bunch of cooked food "You expecting people?" He asked turning to look at (name) shook his head "ah no, I'm trying to create a recipe for class" he explained softly and the man just stared at the food curiously "you're welcome to try some if you like, god knows i can't eat it all... usually just give the extras to my friend who lives in the dorms" he said awkwardly before speaking up "I'm not going to move with you guys, I don't even know your names"

"Well that is an important detail...well I'm Ran haitani, this is my brother Rindō" the tall man now known as Ran said and began introducing everyone "and the blond in the kitchen devouring your food is our boss and lover Manjiro but he prefers Mikey" (name) nodded and couldn't help but smile slightly at Mikey's puffed out cheeks as he ate happily "food good?" (Name) asked softly, for some reason be began relaxing around the men, despite not knowing them besides what they are he felt safe.

"Why won't you come with us?" Rindō asked bluntly and (name) spoke honestly "I'm not rejecting you guys but I don't feel comfortable going with people I don't know, soulmate or not ya know?"

The men could understand even if they didn't like it, normally defiance would end up with a bullet between the eyes but they couldn't bring themselves to be angry at him "I am still kind of shocked I met my soulmates honestly, would kind of like to know you guys before taking such a leap ya know?"

"I see... Give us your schedule"

"Eh?"

"Well we have to take you on dates and shit yeah?"

"Well I meant more like---"

"It's on the fridge" Mikey spoke up and wandered to the fridge and took a picture of it and sent it to everyone and (name) just sighed slightly at these men who were apparently the perfect matches for him and looked startled as a cellphone was practically shoved in his hands by a tall man with a goatee and looked down to realize it was a blank contact and quickly put his info in and the blond man sent it to the other men.

"So... Are you guys hungry?"(name) asked awkwardly and gestured to the food Mikey was already going ape shit on and the men had no objections as they sat around the table and barstools and allowed (name) to serve them and get them drinks "oh shit! This fucking slaps!" Sanzu said excitedly and practically shoveled the food in, smirking at (name)s blush "hell yeah now one of us can fucking cook!"

The men agreed with the pink haired statements and began asking the poor university student various questions about school and such and (name) answered as honestly as he could to each questioned awkwardly.

Soon it grew weary in the night and the men reluctantly left him with the parting words "we will see you soon doll face" from a giggly Sanzu as (name) was left alone, almost wanting them to come back but shook it off.

Though it was funny in a seriously horrific way that he was soulmates to the most feared men in Japan.

What a weird turn of events.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader

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21, looking for 18+ peeps for a fandomless mxm (both humans and non-humans welcomed) fantasy rp . I have some of my own plot ideas but I can always adjust to whatever my partner wants to do. I'm basically open to any trope, dead dove 🕊️ or obscure ideas. Although I'm going to throw it out there that I LOVE slow burn and angst. I usually mirror the amount written by my partner, so my replies can range anywhere from 1 paragraph to discord's character limit. I'm GMT+2 but I will rp with any time zone.

That said, my one pet peeve is someone who will not discuss things with me. If we are going to do this I require a mature adult who is willing to COMMUNICATE if they don't enjoy something or things are simply not working out. I will understand and move on, but please do not interact with this ask if you're one of the people who will block their partner in the middle of a month long rp with 0 indication.

#roleplay #rp #oc rp #original rp #fandomless rp #mxm rp #fantasy rp

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ultimateplaylistmaker · 1 year

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Full Talent Swap NDRV3 Cast

Korekiyo: Ultimate Detective/Serial Killer

And so we find where the serial killer talent has gone! Groomed by his sister on stories of detectives and kidnapping for love, Korekiyo has become quite the skilled Detective.

Kiibo: Ultimate Anthropologist/Robot

Due to his intense need to understand humanity as a robot, Kiibo has become quite skilled at Anthropology

Chisa: Ultimate Aikido Master

Quick and strong, Chisa learned how to fight to help better help the people around her.

Nagisa: Ultimate Inventor

Always very smart and clever, Nagisa is a natural inventor with all that implies. Very determined to leave his impact on the world.

Mikan: Ultimate Artist

When no one would help her, Mikan turned to art to cope with her trauma. Eventually becoming fascinated with live performance pieces. Which she began to design her own based on her trauma, which where a huge hit. Though Mikan wonders if it's so popular because of its greater meaning, or because people just want to peep at her.

Great Gozu: Ultimate Child Caregiver

Yes he still wears the mask, children love it, dude seems really kind, and you need an energetic all in person to take care of little kids.

Peko - Ultimate Maid

She learned how to handle the household and clean for Fuyuhiko, clean also sometimes meaning murder, which her intense skills at got her noticed.

Koichi: Ultimate Tennis Player

Sometimes you're really good at tennis but you have addictive habits so you get a temporary banned from the league, oops.

Imposter: Magician

Sometimes you use magic to get money to survive, and get really good at it.

Naegi: Ultimate Supreme Leader

he’s a sweet boy who I could see amassing a following by sheer wholesomeness. His organization is a bunch of friends he made while wandering and they work together to improve their city and help people. While it started with simply getting food for people and the like, eventually this escalated to more reckless behaviors like prying up anti-homeless architects and organizing large protests. Naegi’s earnesty and need to help is leading him to being wanted as the mysterious organizer of large scale protests and routine defiance of cruel laws. The group has swelled to a shocking size but Naegi still considers it just a group of friends trying to do what is right. He wears a green ushanka he got as a gift, both a very welcoming hat and a hat used in war, fits him. Can you tell he's my favorite in this au?

Ryota: Ultimate Cosplayer

Still inspired by animation, Ryota tried to escape himself by becoming the characters he saw on tv.

Chihiro: Ultimate Astronaut

I know they were originally the Tennis Player but with their subtle love for the stars you can see in their room, I felt Chihiro could make a great astronaut.

Hifumi - Ultimate Entomologist

I still think Hifumi making weird bug gjinkas is funny and that's my only reason.

Yasuhiro: Ultimate Adventurer

Yasuhiro has done some crazy things to escape the mafia like hiding in caves and drinking mud, and has even been to south america, I think he's earned the title

Kyosuke: Ultimate Pianist

He's just got stuck up pianist energy.

Kaede: Ultimate Assassin

Since Kiibo is also the Ultimate Robot and I've seen some great assassin stuff, Kaede is the Ultimate Assassin, but she likely words it like "oh yeah I'm the Ultimate Cleaner" or something. Very motivated to help people, even if it means she has to hurt people for it.

#full talent swap au #ndrv3 #kaede akamatsu #yasuhiro hagakure #kyosuke munakata #hifumi yamada #chihiro fujisaki #Ryota Mitarai #makoto naegi #ultimate imposter #peko pekoyama #great gozu #mikan tsumuki #Nagisa Shingetsu #Chisa Yukizome #kiibo #k1-b0 #korekiyo shinguuji #musings from the music manager

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coulsonlives · 1 year

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✨ I'm Alisha (she/they, 26), I'm a bi disaster and welcome to my space on the web! ✨🐌

I'm a friendly potato if you're friendly too, so make yourself comfy. Ship and let ship, kink tomato, we have critical thinking skills and don't do moral panics here. I personally don't ship 'taboo' dynamics, but it's fine if you do.

No specific theme here. I post funny things, art I like, cute animals, and lots of things about censorship. I try to catch the most important tags in each post, tell me if I forget something.

I appreciate everyone who follows me even if I don't follow back.

I block assholes who hurt and/or target other people. This includes making threats and death wishes, guilt-tripping people into clicking poll options that involve killing people, harassing people, or insulting people you don't like by calling them the r-slur, inbred, or other things. Let's not synonymize disabilities and mental illness with being a bad person. No, I don't care who the person is. Same with telling people to die with no chance to better themselves. We do reparative, restorative justice in this house, I can't even with the death penalty talk.

I don't wanna see people being shitty to someone strictly based on their innate race gender orientation etc either, and yes this includes cishet and white people. Your labels don't give you a free pass to be a jerk.

Some of my popular posts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Check out my comics here!

I don't reblog chain letters, superstitious 'reblog and this will happen' posts, reblog bait, or fundraising posts.

You can like or reblog my posts, no pressure! I'm not gonna guilt trip you into doing one or the other, I get that posts don't always match the themes of blogs, and that posting isn't activism and all that other stuff.

I have good media literacy and I'm strongly against censorship. And no, censorship is not something 'only chronically online people care about'. Censorship movements have happened for decades eg DND, pokemon, book bans. Just because fandom has labels for where you stand on censorship it doesn't mean people won't understand why it's bad. They do. Censorship affects everyone, and everyone cares about it, even if you don't wanna talk about it online (which is ok)! Needless to say, censorship-happy people with unhealthy views of media consumption get blocked on sight, I don't dance with em.

I don't have a DNI. They're a naive control fantasy that assumes everyone is actually who they say they are and will respect your wishes. Vague DNIs with 'etc' and 'basic DNI criteria' are even worse, because idek what they mean. I chose not to make my blog password protected, and I can live with what that means. If I see someone with a stinky personality, I block them. I expect y'all to do the same if you see someone you don't like, it ain't my responsibility to curate your space for you.

One last thing:

Obviously I can't control what people do, but I instantly block anyone who claims they have DID. Just a heads up, peeps. I've been through enough with my former friend's malingering to care for one second about validating mistakes and attention-seeking behaviour someone won't get help for, because there's maybe a handful of people who actually have this disorder, and I refuse to risk getting involved with more people like my friend. It's obvious when you're faking, or just convincing yourself you have DID, when the symptoms don't line up with the MOST BASIC ways the disorder works. I'll say this once: get off tiktok and twitter, you were given bad information further up the line by someone equally mistaken. You gotta figure out the real source of your problems, and it's almost guaranteed to not be DID, even if you have trauma! I'm sorry your needs aren't being met, but you can't get it like this, you convinced yourself you have something you don't, this is literally what's happening with you. And it's delaying whatever diagnosis you actually need. Professionals aren't always right, believe me I know lmao, but sometimes they are. You gotta learn how to think critically, instead of relying on tiktoks and parasocial groups that just confirm your biases over and over again. Get out of those echo chambers, it's insanely unhealthy and it's seriously gonna screw you up.

Anyways, that's all the tough love for today.

Peace!

#slowly making this nicer over time

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nerdby · 10 months

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🛑TERFs, SWERFs, Racists, Tradwives, Anti-Agere, Puriteens, Potterheads, Twihards & Supporters Of AI Art & Writing DNI🛑

~Formerly Known as meow-meow-nerd~

Hey, peeps, welcome to The Nerd Lair❣️

The Nerd Lair is a multi fandom nerdy, nostalgia and kidcore blog. I talk about all kinds of things here -- politics, books, comic books and comic book movies (mostly Marvel), movies and TV, video games

And my life as a queer age regressor.

I am neurodivergant and have a myriad of mental health issues, including PTSD and agoraphobia. I age regress to help me process trauma and relieve stress in safe, healthy ways like coloring or cuddling stuffies or whatever. I post lots of cutesy stuff here.

My age regression is 100% SAFE FOR WORK. It's not a kink.

Most age regressors on Tumblr have little space sideblogs. The reason why I do not have one is because I feel the best way to normalize adult age regression is by having it all out in the open with adult issues. For a lot of people, myself included, age regression is involuntary and is triggered by something that reminds us of our childhood. It is just another part of our personality. So why should we have to keep it separate from other aspects of our day-to-day lives and hide it???

This is just my personal opinion and I understand if other age regressors disagree with me. Because I have faced harassment for being open about my regression, even by therapists and social workers.

Please, feel free to write and ask for comic book reading recs.

But not without reading this so that you know that Marvel comics are leftist reading material and Stan Lee acknowledged this, and said that it was very much on purpose and that if you're if a racist, queerphobic piece of trash incel who supposedly loves Marvel, Stan Lee and the founders of Marvel would hate your fucking guts.

#notsorry

Currently Watching

The X-Files

Desperate Housewives

Goodreads

Thanks for stopping by, peeps.

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landonfour · 7 months

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「Mini me, mini you? ๛ l.n || c.l」

part ix - ending ii

✧.* nobody is really surprised, you'd imagined it to be much more fun but Charles does everything to make it better

✧.* ending two! there will be one part after this to finish it off completelyl this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list since it's a mess to tag that many people when half of it doesn't work, hope you understand! Some people are tagged in the comments, I can only tag 50 peeps in a post. Love ya ❤️

✧.* prev part - next part

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y/nusername 2.5 weeks 😉

julieeeexo oooh so soon! Good luck with the last couple of weeks! ❤️

leclerc_16 can't believe we're getting dad Charles..

norrizz still think it all is going way too fast tho

bott_ass well thank god its not your life then

hamilt44n I mean we all called it, it's not really a surprise is it?

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orange-orchard-system · 1 year

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Have you ever heard of a plural singlet?

For those who haven't, it's someone who is a singlet that is plural. This may mean that they are fragments of one person, their plurality spikes at certain times or they exist as one person with multiple states of self.

As a plural singlet myself, would the identity be something that bridges the disconnect of experience of plurality and singularity without having to fight over how experiences are.. experienced?

I see and know about the overwhelming hatred and/or off-putting feelings about singlets mainly because of past misunderstandings and the fact that most singlets are not plural. Singlets are usually in a place of "No, you're not welcome" to "you're fine, just don't speak over me" and it's starting to feel odd being stuck in the middle or not experiencing one or the other enough for one side to claim me.

We've never heard of this sort of thing before. I'll be honest and say I'm not sure if you're looking for advice, just commentary, or something else, but it's interesting to hear about this sort of thing.

I think empty systems have spoken up about similar experiences of feeling estranged in the past, and median + midcontinuum systems may be able to relate to some other experiences you've mentioned. I don't know if there's a perfect solution to the problems you've brought up – identity is messy, selfhood even more so, and for as much as people generally like to neatly organize things, with all the complexities of the self, it's far from easy to separate the world into "us" and "them." Which is probably a good thing, to some degree at least, but I don't have many thoughts down that path.

I get what you're saying, though. It reminds me of how "straight" and "cishet" are used in queer spaces. You'd think that these words neatly describe those who aren't queer, but there are straight and cishet people who are queer in ways that might take people a few minutes to understand, if they do at all. For those situations, I've always thought that simple phrases like "non-queer" probably work better, and maybe in plural spaces, "non-plural" would work better than "singlet" when trying to describe those who aren't plural, but I don't really see people using the phrase "non-queer," and I doubt the plural community is gonna pick up the phrase "non-plural" any time soon. After all, if the general definition of singlet seems to mean the same thing as non-plural, why make the change? ... That's what most would probably think. Might take a good while for folk here to understand that people have their own reasons for using seemingly contradictory terms to describe themselves.

But, eh, maybe that's also partly because the queer community is more experienced with complex identities. I've always thought of the plural community as the queer community's younger sibling when it comes to things like this. I can talk about aroallo acespecs on an aroallo blog and get people nodding along or chiming in with their own experiences, but plural peeps ain't really so used to something like that in this ballpark. All the infighting, misinformation, and chasing people into the closet ain't help none, either.

Idk. I'm rambling because it's late and I like theoretical + meta discussions maybe too much for my own good. Hope you have a good day. Feel free to send another ask or just reblog this if you want to talk more about this. I ain't good at reaching out first because I forget people exist, but I'm here to talk as long as it doesn't cross into extreme vent territory.

#asks #front soup.txt #long post #don't mind my ''ain'ts” btw. I ain't show it too often but my dialect is all over the place

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We now don't really know which came up with which one, and Tim saying that about Lucy definitely muddle things in that regard. While I also blame Tim for approving her into the series, from what I perceive it feels as if he likes the idea of the character rather than the charscter as a whole. He's not the one who tells the press she comes from a family of cops, or wanting to have a family dinner scene full of cops, or teasing whether there will be *something* between Buck and his doppelganger. As I said we don't know for sure what happened, but the interviews end up being more like "KR has an idea about a new character, Tim approves, she feels happy there's something she can be proud of as a showrunner, and then goes overboard off the rails quickly without consulting Tim again" because there's no peep after the backlash.

Tim still gets the blame for sure, but Kristen still holds majority of it in my opinion because from the looks of it the initial idea came out from her.

This isn't directed at you, specifically (because you're not the only person whose said these things), and I'm repeating myself, but I *really* don't see the point in choosing one showrunner to "blame" for whatever happens that doesn't go over well with the fandom/the audience. (For example) Tim was the one who spoke publicly about keeping Chim off the show in 5A (this was before KR gave her first co-showrunner interview about the oil spill), so even though we're side-eyeing decisions in 5B and 6A for both the character and the relationship...he got the ball rolling. KR may have liked the idea of BT from s4 + on, yet Tim welcomed her back to explore the "reporter angle" (but actually, to fill a void left by current cast members). Did Kristen get ahead of herself with the cop family making an appearance? Sure. She was most likely throwing it out there to see if there was any interest in learning more about Lucy. But everything else? Already filmed. AK was in those interviews (including the on with Kristen) talking about the Bobby-centric episode (May Day) when we'd just gotten through the 5B opener. The flirting/teasing? Passed Tim's test. It wouldn't have been part of the production if it hadn't.

And as I keep saying, because apparently people need the reminder, the fact that Tim is not stepping up to speak or add his own input (in an obvious way) *should* be reason enough to understand why "blaming" Kristen isn't actually helping. Where's the criticism for the guy who stopped doing his job?

#anonymous #tina speaks #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1

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hello peeps, welcome to my roleplay blog! some people may know me from my main account @loverofmarsss

stuff you should know if you'd like to roleplay with me:

i do fandom roleplays along with fandomless roleplays. either one is fine with me :))

please, for the love of anything holy, DO NOT BE UNDER 16. as a legal adult, I'm not really comfortable with roleplaying with anyone under 16. I don't want legal trouble, luvs 😂

my fandoms are: harry potter (next gen, golden trio, marauders, one more I can't remember the name of), criminal minds, stranger things, marvel, dc titans, outerbanks, school spirits, chilling adventures of sabrina, deadly class, hsmtmts, spiderverse, teen wolf.

I absolutely LOVE doing AUs. My personal favorites are zombie apocalypse and celebrity AUs!

I AM DISABLED. my adhd, anxiety, and depression come from ONE disability called FAS, also known as fetal alcohol syndrome. some of the things with my disability may affect how fast I reply. if I don't respond within a day or two, feel free to send me a reminder!

don't be a dick. i don't roleplay with people who don't show basic kindness and respect.

i am in the central timezone. if this may affect you, let me know and i can try to work something out with you!

i don't have many triggers. as long as you don't do heavy gore or rp sa/rape, then I'm good. but please, do NOT roleplay cheating with me. as someone who has been frequently cheated on, it's a very big discomfort of mine.

as far as ships go, I'm only really comfortable with bxg as that's what I grew up around. no, this doesn't mean I'm homophobic or transphobic. i am completely okay with however you identify (as long as it isnt MAP.). as a queer demigirl living by texas of all places, i understand the struggle of feeling a bit out of place with some stuff.

talk to me! i absolutely love making new friend! feel free to vent to me if you'd like. just please don't use me as a therapist 😭

plot with me— i can come up with plots, but if you have any ideas or questions, let me know! id be happy to hear from you!! :))

and with that, luvs, feel free to message me here if you're interested and I'll give you my username on my preferred platforms! <333

#roleplay #oc #original character #meet me

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This isn’t meant to be offensive, so don’t read it that way. You are so amazingly good at analysis of the girl characters in glee, (irrespective of shipping,) that I don’t understand why anyone wants you to post about Klaine or the main male ships. There are plenty of people still in the fandom that can analyze or post about Kurt/Blaine/Klaine, and are more invested in their story than you? You should be left alone to write what you want to write about and enjoy what you prefer. Can the Klaine demander not understand that?

It's not offensive at all, don't worry. This is a note to all anons/peeps: I know tone can be hard to get across online but I actually take most things in good faith and give people the benefit of the doubt. This whole misery with shitty anons started when I assumed the best of them despite some red flags about tone and it escalated haha. So that's to say, don't worry, when I complain about tone it's really just because I've become wary of a certain type of ask and do not tolerate entitlement. Anons like yourself and others who made sure to point out they mean no offense are all good.

What's funny to me is that I never actually proclaimed myself a girls blog but rather embraced it when others assigned the label to me. The shoe more or less fits, after all, but I do think certain bad faith people have misinterpreted that to be so far from what it actually means. I still like most Glee characters and other anons have found in the past that when I get asked genuine questions about the boys I'm more than happy to engage and even be a platform for conversation, to an extent. The Klaine drama started, iirc, exactly because I was willing to engage but I guess not in the way some wanted, and they felt entitled to the contents of my blog.

But that said, you're right that my niche tends to be with the girls (if we must have a girls vs boys divide, I suppose) and I'm happy if people find what I have to say about them of interest. I love talking about them and that's why I write so much, and I suppose that genuine care is what makes it engaging. I've never denied my own biases while also welcoming basically all aspects of the fandom because I think all can be interesting to talk about. I got another anon a while back, who I never published but agreed with and they said this sense of entitlement might come from that fact, that I have indeed been known to be willing to talk about all aspects of the show. I just think certain bad apples have twisted that into something unrecognizable, to the point that I no longer feel like talking about The Boys is worth it for me if I don't have strong feelings anyway and it comes with so much baggage.

Ultimately, you're right, there are so many other blogs. I never have and never will understand where this entitlement came from, this borderline obsession with policing my blog when all they've achieved with their harassment is make me think twice before replying to any and all Klaine asks, as said above. And like you say, it's not like there isn't content out there. There are so many wonderful people so invested in their story and so ready to provide content. I suppose the anon harassment came from people thinking it was hypocritical of me that I say I like Klaine yet prefer the girls. As if I couldn't like them while having others as favourites ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ As if people can only like one thing at a time, as if I'm obligated to prove I like something via daily reblogs or something. The argument is obviously flawed but that's the thing, they never really had a good point, they were just looking to be nasty for the sake of it. Imo. Sad thing to be so angry at the world, when you think of it. I cannot make it clear enough that I mean this genuinely, but I hope they heal.

So this reply kind of turned into a therapy session lol but yes, I see what you mean and I thank you for being reasonable. Unfortunately, no they cannot seem to understand that because they do not want to. I shall try my best to stop wasting time and energy on trolls and instead focus on stuff I do wanna do, like write so many things about Santana and Kitty and Brittana and Pezberry and gif and just, you know, whatever I want. Which does tend to be Glee girls stuff, but I'm hoping one day this blog and its ~audience~ can bounce back to being open to all civil discussions. If and when I get questions about The Boys, I'll be open to that, but my "unprompted" energy will stay with what I personally feel drawn to and therefore am best equipped to write about, analyse, gif, etc.

#anon #glee asks #this feels like an appropriate cap on this wild ride that was the weirdo anon drama #thanks for understanding what they don't #have a good one anon #it also feels cathartic #people really saw that i love the girls and went 'manhater???'

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