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unclewaynemunson · 8 months
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Belated happy birthday to @steviesbicrisis! Your bday post made me think about a steddie pride and prejudice au with a twist so this one's for you :D
(obviously this takes place in a world where gay marriage has always been completely normal. Fuck historic accuracy)
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Steve feels his face light up when an all-too-familiar knock sounds through the house; there's only one person in his life who tirelessly drums out the most elaborately ridiculous rhythms on the wood of the door. 
Unsurprisingly, Eddie stumbles inside a moment later. Something is different, though, Steve notices that much right away. His friend doesn't barge into the room to drape himself over the couch like he usually does. Instead, he closes the door behind him and keeps standing still right in front of it.
'I have some news for you,' he says, in a strangely solemn voice.
'Is something wrong?' Steve asks, immediately worried.
'No.' Eddie shakes his head. He smiles, but it's only a weak version of his usual bright grin and it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 'No, it's um... It's good news.' He nods, almost as if he's saying that to convince himself, and Steve feels a frown creep onto his own face.
'I'm engaged. To Keith.'
For a few seconds, Steve can do nothing but stare at him.
'Engaged?' he then stupidly repeats.
'Yes.' Eddie nods again.
'To be married?!' Steve asks urgently.
Now, Eddie rolls his eyes. 'Yes of course, Steve, what other kind of engaged is there?'
Steve feels his jaw drop. 'How– Why–'
'Oh for heavens sake, Steve,' Eddie impatiently interrupts his stuttered, unfinished questions. 'There's no earthly reason why I shouldn't accept his hand.'
'But he's – ridiculous!' Steve finally manages to spit out.
And something shifts in Eddie's posture. 'Well, not all of us can afford to be romantic,' he says with a chilly edge to his voice. ‘He's rich, he can give me a comfortable home and a reasonable position in society – I wouldn't dare ask for more.'
'Eddie,' Steve says. He doesn't even know where to start. He wants to tell Eddie exactly how much more he deserves than some gross creep, how he's betraying everything he stands for by marrying Keith, how he's signing for a life devoid of any happiness – but before he can even begin to properly phrase any of those thoughts, Eddie already narrows his eyes at him. He looks at him like a cornered animal, and Steve understands that Eddie interprets his silence not as caring, but as judging, or maybe even pity.
'I am twenty-seven years old,' Eddie says, his voice colored with a kind of forced calmness. 'I have no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my uncle. And I'm frightened. So don't judge me, Steve, don't you dare judge me.' Then, he resolutely turns around and opens the door.
'Eddie, wait,' Steve quickly says.
For a second, it looks like he won't listen, like he will walk away without looking back – but then, he turns his head around, and Steve sees tears glistening in his eyes.
'I – I'm not judging you. I'll respect your choice, even if I don't understand it. Don't cry, please.' He knows it's a useless thing to do, telling people not to cry, but he hates seeing this look on Eddie's face. It makes his hands itch with the desire to hold him.
'I’m just... You caught me off-guard. I didn't know you were interested in marriage all of a sudden.'
'Why does it matter?' Eddie asks with an arched eyebrow. 'Were you planning on asking me if I was?'
And that question, phrased in such a sarcastic way, paired with the defensive look in Eddie's eyes... The insinuation of how truly preposterous that would be feels exactly how Steve would imagine getting stabbed in the heart would feel like.
It makes him realize that he has nothing left to lose. Eddie will walk out of that door – maybe they'll make up, maybe they won't, but their friendship will never be the same as before Eddie got engaged to Keith.
'What would you say if I was?'
Eddie stares at him. He opens his mouth, then closes it again.
Steve just stands there, waiting, until the surprise on Eddie's face makes place for something more unreadable.
'Don't be ridiculous now, Steve.'
'Is it truly that much more ridiculous than you marrying Keith?'
'Are you seriously asking me to marry you only to keep me away from Keith?'
'No, I –' Steve pauses; he wishes he would have had time to think about what to say. It feels like his words won't ever be able to do his feelings justice.
'I have loved you for years, Eddie,' he finally admits. 'And if you truly want to marry Keith, I won't try to change your mind. But I can't let you go without telling you the truth.'
Eddie's eyes widen as he lets the words sink in with a shocked look on his face.
'You love me?' he repeats in a slightly raspy voice.
Steve nods, only to be met with more silence, as the clock on the wall ticks away the seconds.
'You don't have to say anything. I just needed you to know.'
'Steve... Is this a goddamn proposal or not?'
'I don't know.'
'You don't know?!'
'I mean, it isn't – I don't think it is.’ Steve stumbles through the words. ‘I don't want you to choose me because I'm richer, or – or better-looking than Keith... I only want to marry for love, and I'm not as arrogant to expect you to feel the same way about me.'
'Oh, Steve...' The shock on Eddie's face melts away, softening his features and making the look in his eyes gentler.
'You don't need to pity me.’
'No, no way, I'm not pitying you,' Eddie answers. He takes two big steps towards Steve, wraps his hands around Steve's. They're warm and familiar and making him miss what he can't have even stronger.
'If I had known... Stevie, I would've never said yes to Keith, it's not even close to a competition. If I had known I could have you, all this time... I never even thought I'd stand a chance. You're probably the most perfect person I know, and I'm, well, just Eddie.'
'Oh, we need to work on your self-esteem, baby.' The pet name slips out of Steve's mouth before he can help it, and it brings that beaming bright smile to Eddie's face; the smile that Steve loves so much.
He feels Eddie’s hands slide around his waist and they rest their foreheads together, both breathing shakily, trying desperately not to let their emotions overpower them.
'Does this mean that we're engaged now?' Steve finally manages to ask; his voice is shaking but he needs to hear it. He needs to be sure that he indeed gets to hold the man in front of him for the rest of their lives.
Eddie utters a tearful chuckle. 'I suppose I have another wedding to cancel first.'
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loserdiaz · 8 months
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inspiration saturday! 🩺🩹
tagged by @prince-buck-diaz @panbuckley @heartshapedvows thanks, lovelies 💗
this is of course from my nurse eddie teacher buck au! if you wanna be tagged when it's posted, interact here
here's a moodboard + a snippet of a scene inspired by one of my favorite books <33
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The table is loud and crazy. All of them shout back and forth and steal each other's fries— Buck and Maddie exchange a look across the table and he knows they're both thinking the same thing: This feels a lot like the family they never got to have. 
This feels like the big and rowdy family Buck and Maddie always wished for on nights where the silence in their house became suffocating and too much, on nights where they were lucky if their parents said more than four words to Buck. 
This table right here, with these people… it's chaotic and overwhelming, sure, but it's also bursting with unspoken love and respect for each other. It's warm and welcoming of Buck and Maddie and he thinks he definitely could get used to this. 
"Wait! We should play that game so we can get to know Buck and Maddie better!" Chimney yells amongst the chaos just a few minutes later. 
"A game?" Buck frowns and scrunches up his nose. "Like… in high school?" 
"For your information Buckley, being among teachers is like being in high school all over again but this time we're all in our thirties and we're way more bitter." Chimney bites back and that's… actually pretty fair and accurate, if you think about it. 
Buck relents, lifting both his hands in sign of surrender. 
"Okay, what's the game?" 
“Don’t Judge Me, But.”
"It's pretty simple." Hen interferes. "Whoever’s turn it is says, ‘Don’t judge me, but…’ and they follow it with something that’s embarrassing or gross or weird about themselves. If that sentence applies to you, too, then you have to drink. The goal is to get as many people to drink with you as you can. Obviously we’re playing with sweet tea or beer and no one is getting drunk (hopefully) but—” She shrugs. 
"Uh…" Maddie sends Buck a hesitant look. "I mean… could be fun?" 
"Yeah, it's super fun. Trust us." Chimney says, which makes Buck trust him even less.
But whatever. "Yeah, sure, let's do it," he says instead. 
He turns to Eddie and the man is shaking his head. "You have no idea what you just agreed to." 
"You don't look so happy." 
"I'm not a big fan of games." Eddie wrinkles his nose in distaste, leaning forward and talking low enough that Buck is the only one able to hear him. "But Chimney loves them and he's kind of a tyrant, so…" He shrugs as if saying 'what are you gonna do?' 
"Scared that you'll reveal your darkest secrets, Diaz?" Buck teases him. 
Eddie fixes him with a deadpan stare and Buck laughs. "I'm just kidding! Did they make you play too when you first joined the group or whatever?" 
"Yeah, except they took me out for drinks and they got super drunk. It was not  a fun night for me." 
"You didn't get drunk?" 
"No, I usually don't. I have to think of Chris and trust me, is no fun at all to take care of a kid while hangover. I learned that pretty early on and never made that mistake again." 
"I need to hear this story." 
Eddie rolls his eyes and reaches out a hand, placing his finger on Buck's chin and gently pushing his face to the other side. "Focus on the game, Buckley." 
tagging (no pressure): @monsterrae1 @buddierights @cowboy-buddie @prettyboybuckley @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl @spaceprincessem @alyxmastershipper @bigfootsmom @diazblunt @911onabc @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @transbuck @transboybuckley @ebdaydreamer @bekkachaos @cowboy-buck @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy and anyone else who wants to do it <33
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howlingday · 1 month
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Just more maiden blake
First / Second / Third / Previous
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"It sounds like you had an exciting first day." Blake's mom said with her usually cheery.
"And you're sure you didn't, uh... slip up?" Her dad, on the other hands, was his usually worrisome self.
It was to be expected, though. Her first conversation with them after who knows how long she'd left, and only days after leaving the White Fang to top it off, it shouldn't come as a surprise that they'd be feeling a whirlwind of emotions ranging from anxiety to ecstasy. What was surprising was how... not angry they were. She'd abandoned her family for the White Fang and then abandoned them to attend Beacon.
"No, Dad, I'm fine." She sighed. "And Professor Ozpin said he paid extra close attention to me while I was in my initiation."
"Mm, I don't like the way he said that." Her father grumbled through the screen.
"Oh, you know he means well." Her mother said, rubbing his arm to calm him down. Judging by his relaxing face, it must have been working. "And what about your team? What are they like?"
The question made Blake flinch. There was a lot going on with her team, and the least concerning was the fact that she was sharing a team with Weiss Schnee of all people on Remnant. But she gave a sigh and chose to answer the question as best as she could.
"Well, I just learned my partner is just as 'special' as I am."
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"And that's when I learned what was happening to me."
"Yeesh, talk about a creepy story." Yang said, stirring her spoon in her cup. "I mean, you have a nightmare, get visited by a creepy, old dude with broken glasses, and you learn that you have a super power that you can't tell anyone all before you learn how to write your own name."
"I was still learning." Blake gave a chuckle. "But yeah, learning all of that while being so young. It's... It's uncomfortable to think that it could happen again to someone else. When did you learn?"
"Oh, you know..." Yang gave blinked a couple of time, then brought a hand to scratch her ear as she answered. "I just kinda walked into it."
An obvious lie. Blake could make a standing argument about the hypocrisy of the scenario. She'd just explained how she had to change her sheets the night she learned of her Maiden powers and how terrifying it was to be told about a double life you'd be forced to live for the rest of your life. Yet Yang refused to explain how she'd come to gain the powers herself.
But that wasn't how you made friends. Especially friends who would be going through the same thing you are.
"Well, if you ever feel the need to walk through it, just know that I'm here for you. And for your sister."
"And Weiss, too, right?"
"Yeah. Her, too." Blake didn't lie. But it was still a distance away from the truth right now.
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"And that's how I got over my fear of bees!"
"Wow..." Jaune was in awe of the young lady in the red hood sitting across from him. He'd wished he was half as brave to run through a beehive to grab his sister's hairbrush. Unfortunately, he didn't have the stones, or the immunity, to survive even one bee.
"So, uh, what crazy things have you gone through?" Ruby asked. "You know, besides the whole initiation we went through?"
"I, uh, haven't really been through a whole lot." Jaune sheepishly replied. "My life has never been that exciting. Just me going in and out of hospitals all the time."
"Whoa!" Ruby awed this time. "Like, all the time?"
"Mhm." He nodded. "Sometimes I'd have to stay the night."
"Wow! I can't imagine being in a hospital at night. What's it like?"
"It's... cold... and dark... Not a lot of people walking around." Jaune shut his eyes as he tried to remember something neat to tell her. "One time, I slipped on a bedpan."
"What's a bedpan?"
"It's this metal thing they put under beds for patients who can't go to the bathroom."
"Ew!" Ruby shouted. "That's so gross! Was there anything in it?"
"No, but I was kind sad, though."
"Why were you sad?"
"I thought it was a dog food bowl, so I thought my parents were bringing me a puppy." Ruby and Jaune shared a laugh. A long, good, healthy laugh shared between friends. Jaune was kinda amazed. He couldn't remember the last time he had a long laugh like this one. Not without throwing u- There he goes.
"Jaune? Is everything oka-" She winced at the sound of loud vomiting reaching her ears. "Gross..." Still, she waited where he'd left her. Because that's what good friends do.
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"Hey, Cinder! I ain't runnin' a daycare!" Cinder rolled her eyes and looked to Roman. "I'm trying to run a business here!"
"A business that can't spare time for one child?"
"What are you- No!" He shouted back. "I'm trying to keep an eye on the news for any big breaks in a heist I've got planned, and your stupid brat keeps changing the channel!"
"Well, maybe you should go to a different TV." Cinder mused aloud.
"There's only one, and I am not buying another one!"
"Well, Roman, it's your operation, and since you're the one running things here, then I guess you should figure out how to solve it, right?" Before he could get a word in response, she sauntered away, her tail swaying with delight through the air.
"Stupid, no good, demanding..." Roman groused before turning to the kid on his couch. "You! Out!"
"But I'm watching Pumpkin Pete." Mercury replied.
"I don't care! I wanna watch the news!"
"I wanna watch Pumpkin Pete!"
"Well, I don't!" Roman pointed the remote at the TV, turning it off. He then turned popped out the batteries inside and tossed them behind him. "There. No TV for anyone, because I can just read the news on my scro-"
Mercury wasn't listening. Instead, he was watching TV with the remote in his hands. He hummed along to the Pumpkin Pete Pumpkin Patch Pals theme song that played. Weren't his legs supposed to be broken?
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this-is-krikkit · 8 months
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You know I love me an Ask Game!
♥️ - family headcanon: for Hange
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon: for Levi
Please and thank you, dear Bolo 💜
thanks for sending this in, Citrouille, love ya <3
send a hc request
♥️ - family headcanon - Hange
i have so many of these, thanks to the absence of canon material about their background. one of my favorites is Hange not having parents and being given up to an orphanage as a baby, where they met Mike and the two weirdos that they already were as kids stuck together and became each other's siblings. i also like to imagine them losing their parents because of titans, which could explain Hange's initial hatred for the giants when they joined the Scouts. were their parents both scouts in love who clandestinally had a child and therefore had to give it up with a letter explaining that to them later on? or was that a nice romantic story the people at the orphanage made up to cover for the fact that in reality only their mom was a soldier who nearly perished on an expedition while pregnant, and their other parent was some noble from Mitras who couldn't live with the scandal of that bastard child when she gave birth to them and died and the army traced the baby back to them, and instead gave Hange up immediately? i don't know, but i know i almost always imagine them as having no actual close family (and some dark/tragic story behind their conception and birth, alright). i think that comes from my mind making kind of an unexpected parallel between Hange and Temperance Brennan from Bones? they're both badass scientist people who are considered freaks because of their fascination for a topic others judge weird/dangerous/gross and have a very odd relationship to social norms, and i love them and will protect them both at all costs.
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon - Levi
post canon, i like to imagine Levi drawing. i don't think he intended on learning it, i think he starts trying to learn how to use his left hand to write after his right hand got blown up. but forming letters with the wrong hand is really fucking hard and frustrating, yet another reminder of things he's not able to do anymore in this useless broken body of his, and he almost gives up before he remembers Hange's advice, all those years ago after he'd first joined the scouts and let them help his illiterate self to learn the skill and listened when they told him to try drawing the letters instead of writing them. it worked back then so he gives it a go, and the difference with that memory is that right now, he doesn't have to rush to learn how to write reports for a professional reason. no, now he's learning how to write again just so he can update the kids on his life in his little cabin in the woods and sign a formal document once in a while, and now he has time to waste on this kind of mundane shit since the war's over and he doesn't need to be Humanity's anything anymore. and soon he finds himself tired of drawing letters and words and wanting to draw Hange instead. maybe it's because that one picture he has of the two of them they took during their trip to Marley is starting to fade from how much time he spends folding and unfolding it out of his pocket to look at their goofy, ridiculous smile and the gigantic lolipop they'd shared, maybe he's sick of being able to recall so many of the thrillion of words they threw at his ears during the time they knew each other but he's starting to forget some details of what their face looked like. maybe he just misses them, alright? whatever the reason, it works, and during his first attempts at drawing them it already feels like the closest thing to being with them again -even though he can almost hear them howling in laughter at the result because it's so ugly and inaccurate and not anywhere near what he pictured. he laughs along with them and tries again the following day, and the next, and many other after that. until one day, he nails it. he really does; he looks down at his work and that's Four Eyes right there, that's as close to a photograph as his hand can get. and they look so real, and perfect -and still, and quiet- on paper, that he doesn't feel like laughing anymore.
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winterspiderpurrs · 1 year
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"Sir, as per your protocol, I am to inform you that Peter is in great emotional distress. He is not in physical distress, I will keep a watch on his vitals"
Tony set his coffee cup down from where he stood in the kitchen with Steve, Bucky and Rhodey. He clears his throat " Thanks Friday, do you know what cause it with out invading his privacy"
" He recieved a phone call and an email from Mr. Osborn's solicitor and lawyers."
He made a face, raising his hand up wipe down his face. Its been a few months since the late Harry Osborn had passed away. He had finally succumb to his mysterious genetic illness. Tony didn't know all of the details but he knows that Harry and Peter were close. The final weeks before Harry passed Peter was at his bedside. The death of his friend devastated the young man. He looked over at Rhodey and then back at Steve and Bucky who both had a solemn look on their faces.
" Let the kid know if he needs anything to let me know. "
" Of course. Peter has informed me he will be in need of Ms. Potts and her publicity skills and possibly the team of lawyers you have on hand. "
" What.... Friday. Once Peter is well enough tell him to come talk. Whatever he needs he can have. But i will need to know whats going on"
" Peter has permissioned the access to his email for your review. A copy has already been sent to Ms. Potts"
Tony turns around and projected the email up in the air in a hologram. Everyone gathered close as they read the email. The shocked look on all there faces, Steve reaching out to hold Bucky's hand as his eyes filled with tears.
" Hey Pete,
If your reading this it means I finally kicked the bucket and the vultures at the company can't legally get away with what they want. And I'm sorry Peter. I wish we had more time and I could prepare you for this, it feels like only a few weeks ago instead of the last couple of years to when we reconnect. I was an ass. And your a mess Peter Parker, but you are my best friend. We have known each other for so long and no matter what we have gone through you stayed my friend even when I didn't deserve it. Your a good person, no fashion sense and those jokes? Horrible. But that makes you, you.
And before you say you dont deserve anything and this was never what you had in mind. Just listen to me for once. You deserve to live the life you deserve. I know I pissed off a lot of people with my will. But Peter if anyone deserves to run Oscorp, its you. Father always liked you, even after everything, he always wanted you helping the company. Even if you decide to sale it, I trust you will do good things, life changing things. I know money doesn't mean anything to you but you will finally be able to get new clothes that are NOT from a thrift shop cause thats just gross Pete.
And yes, you are entitled to this. When the accords happened, I told you I didn't trust Stark as far as I could throw him. He has done good by you now but in the beginning I was the one making sure you were safe. I promised you on your 18th birthday that I would always take care of you. And even though I'm not there. This is me fulfilling that promise.
And I'm sorry you are finding out this way. And I promise I would have fixed it if the time came but until then. Maybe it was me being selfish.
I never signed the papers of the annulment. I paid the judge off. We are still legally married.
Peter Benjamin Parker. I've been in love with you since we were 11. Took me a while to realize that I was jealous of your loving family, your smarts, how you didn't care about my money. I know I was being selfish when you turned 18 and would of needed to sign the accords. Nothing Stark could of done could of protected you. And when I realized this is when I could marry you? I jumped at the chance. My family had the money to protect you in a way Stark couldn't since he had no claims on you legally.
You made me the happiest I have every been when you agreed. We had a great few months together before Father found out and I pulled off the greatest fuck you ever to the family legacy. I know I had to tell you we had to separate. And I knew that it broke your heart but you were so worried about how the public would view me, the company that you signed and told me we could go back to being friends.
I'm glad for the time we had together. Even after we reconnect later, I had no hope of rekindling what we had before. My clock was ticking and I didn't want to hurt you even further. But I guess you were going to be hurt no matter what.
Peter Benjamin Parker you deserve all the love and happiness in the world. I'm glad I got to experience what it means to be loved by you "
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donnerpartyofone · 1 month
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I keep thinking about this experience I had where it was apparent that somebody was attracted to me, and after I learned a little more about him I realized that he was chiefly attracted to a quality I find pretty repulsive and that was definitely not something I deliberately cultivated, that was in fact something I struggle to suppress. And even though I had no interest in that person I had all sorts of strange feelings about this experience: On the one hand I really resented that someone would like me for a reason I found pretty gross, and this made me feel fetishized or something in a way that was very uncool in my view. Then on the other hand I wondered if I was just being a snob and I should realize that everything about oneself can be lovable...and inevitably I'd just swing back to finding the whole thing kind of insulting. It's like being told, I don't know, "I love how dirty you are and how bad you stink," the fact that the speaker means it as a high compliment doesn't mean you have to appreciate it, just as you're under no obligation to be grateful for attention in general. Plus I don't think I can do the whole unconditional love of the entire self thing, I think self-criticism is what actually drives me to improve and become more aware and responsible. And then there's matters of taste, he has a right to his preferences and so do I even if mine seem more judgmental or "negative" or something.
My last shrink, who was so incompetent that she triggered a rolling psych episode that got kind of scary, would do this abject positivity thing to me that literally made me crazy. I'd be trying to untangle some difficult experience and she'd just bombard me with all this stuff about what a good person I am or "what if it's not YOU that's wrong, what if THE WORLD is wrong!", and I'd think...OK fine but that's beside the point? I just wanted to talk through this thing that fucked me up but never mind, you're right, I'm OK You're OK and as long as we agree on that then nothing is worth discussing. And then I was trying to talk to her about how I used to have this major dysfunctional behavior that was derailing my life and I recognized this and got control of it and I'm really proud of myself for that, and my shrink just kept going "But why are you saying behavior X was BAD? Why does it have to be WRONG?" like she was really sad and disappointed that I was criticizing myself and I just wanted to scream in her face It's bad BECAUSE I SAY SO! I'm the one who was harmed by it WHICH I JUST TOLD YOU ALL ABOUT and that's a perfectly good reason for me to say it was WRONG!
TL;DR:
1. Sometimes things about yourself are crummy and it is totally rational and even a form of self-care (🤢) to judge these things and want to change them.
2. Don't involve people in your fetishes if they aren't expressly interested; this includes just making it kind of obvious that you like a casual, platonic acquaintance for an unpopular sexual reason. It may not make them feel as complimented as you personally think it should.
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First post for Tae hope yall like it ;)
Blendid
Ft. Kim Taehyung x blackreader
Themes : Fluff| Slice of life
Summary: The Kim family are trying to come up a name for their newest addition.
Notes: My first post so don’t judge me too hard 😅
When you first met your husband you didn't think your relationship would last as long as it did. Your insecurities overtook your thoughts constantly and made you think negative often. So when Taehyung asked you to marry him the first time you rejected him out of fear that things would end as soon as you let your walls down. But he proved himself everyday, he was the first man to come in your life and not leave you with emotional baggage. He listened to you and always made you feel loved. He was patient with you and you took care of him just as much as he took care of you.
Somehow Taehyung convinced you to consider having another baby; now here you were only a few weeks from giving birth again. "Ok! Everyone put the names in the hat" You exclaim watching your husband and kids put their chosen baby names. "I hope y'all put gender neutral names in here" You giggle. You both decided you didn't want to know the gender, you preferred it to be a surprise.
"I really want you pull the name that I picked, I actually put thought into it" Your stepdaughter Seoyoon says eating from her fathers plate. "I think my name should be picked, it’s the best choice"Taehyung chimes in. "Kai what did you pick?" You ask your seven year old son Kaiden. "It's a surprise"He says being his normal shy self. "And because Ty is too young to choose I got to pick two names" You say shuffling the pieces of paper around.
"Seems kind of unfair" Taehyung protested. "Well the baby is coming out of my cooch so I get to make that executive decision" you joke. "Mom what's a cooch? I thought the baby came from your belly button?" Kaiden asks with a confused face. "A cooch is a girls v-" "yes they will come from her belly button" Taehyung says quickly cutting Seoyoon off. "Ok, moving on, Appa gets to pick the first name" You say holding the hat in front of him.
"I'm nervous feel my heart" Taehyung says being extremely playful. "This is like a big deal, our baby will have this name forever" He says. "Tae just pick the name" you laugh. He shuffles the names again before finally pulling out a strip of paper. Taehyung gasps before giving you a big smile. "What, is it a bad name?" you instantly panic knowing that your husband probably added a weird name in there on purpose.
He looks at it trying to hide before giving you a wide grin.  "Tae stop playing with me" You laugh. "Yes! My name for the win!" Seoyoon exclaims. "Akko? Why that name?" You ask, you weren't too fond of it right away. "Well I think Kim Akko just sounds good, its not exactly korean but I like it " Seo said. "I like it but if this baby ends up being a boy he might hate his name, it sounds like a girl name" Taehyung says which you agreed.
"Oh ok, well if you think it's a bad name let's just pick another one"the ten year old frowns. "No it's ok, I think Akko is a great name and it was picked first so that will be the first name" You say quickly encouraging her. When it came to his daughter you always had a soft spot for her, she always got away with everything because you would vouch for her every time Taehyung tried to discipline her. So of course you were gonna agree with her choice.
"Kai do you want to pick the middle name?" You ask your son who nods his head. His face was filled with excitement while fishing for another name. "I hope this one is mine" You smile. "Moon?" Your son says looking confused. "I didn't put that" Seo laughs. "Me either, I knew you would try to sneak a odd one in there"You shake your head at Taehyung who walks over to you with open arms.
"Babe, please, I'm a pro at baby making, now I'm gonna be a pro at baby naming" He jokes before giving you a kiss. "Gross, old people" Seoyoon jokes. You just couldn't wait for your blended family to be complete.
I literally just google searched unique baby names lmao. I had no idea Moon was a Korean name 🥴
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So, I grew up reading the Horrible Histories books, which are one of the culprits for my ongoing obsession with ancient Rome. Those books depict decapitation, fratricide, abuse, xenophobia, and pretty much every crime imaginable except for rape. They're also targeted at 8 to 12-year-olds.
I think what made those books so fascinating to me then is also what makes Rome fascinating to me now. As a child, I often felt angry, sad, patronized, and helpless. My life was ruled by adults who seemed to prefer my obedience to my happiness. A "good" child was one who was convenient, who didn't "talk back" (stand up for herself) when the adults wanted her to "build character" (endure mistreatment quietly) and "be a team player" (pretend to have fun when told to). And a good child definitely didn't grow up to be an agnostic them instead of a Catholic her.
Horrible Histories was my outlet.
It validated and expressed my gut feeling that there was something deeply unfair in the world. I couldn't murder my English teacher, but I could read about Brutus and Cassius stabbing Caesar 23 times. I couldn't openly protest the pressure to get married and have kids, but I could read about Saturn devouring his children. And then, catharsis released, I could go back to school and not punch my classmates in the face.
In those stories, I could acknowledge and work through the spiteful, envious, morbid emotions the priests told me I wasn't supposed to feel. And the author tells the reader, many times, that these thoughts are normal. So, despite Catholic school's best efforts, I did not grow up to be ashamed of my private urges, or afraid to sit alone with my own thoughts. Those feelings are just part of human nature, and Horrible Histories embraces them.
Now I'm in my 30s. I'm a lot happier now. (Having an income and queer friends helps.) So my interest in Rome has acquired a more empathetic side: How could so many ordinary people like me do such awful things? Can we see their humanity without glossing over their faults? In another timeline, could they have somehow evaded tragedy and been better people, if only the world had been a little kinder?
My fascination with the awfulness is still there, too. So is the part of me that wanted to hit people, but read about other people hitting people, instead. I'll still make tasteless jokes about the funniest way to kill Caesar. Not because I actually want to kill someone, but because history and fiction are a safe way to feel things. To work through those feelings. To feel human, because you see other humans going through the same problems, instead of feeling like a freak.
(I do have some limits, like not making jokes based on prejudices. Bigotry would hurt living people who might read this blog, not just long-dead Roman politicians.)
That's also why I sometimes post "Weird is good" and "Be kind to yourself" messages on here. I'm not just talking about socially-acceptable quirkiness. I mean the thoughts, feelings and desires that other people might judge you for. Even your antisocial and gross urges. If you can acknowledge these feelings, and find harmless ways to process them (like reading history books!), you won't end up hating yourself for having them. And then you can consciously choose whether to act on those feelings, instead of them leaking into your behavior and tainting how you treat other people.
For me, history isn't just facts to memorize. It's about seeing ourselves in other people, with both the best and worst parts of human nature. And I think, in trying to understand other people, we can also learn something about ourselves.
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fertilize-my-eggs · 2 years
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Curious little birdie. Sub! hawks x dom fem! Reader smut
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Warings: pegging! Curious hawks, rough sex, hawks is very sensitive, very consent, open reader, light bsdm. * basically both you and keigo are started off as fwb *
Author: since y'all really love my bottom hawks fanfic, I'm gonna do two parts of this since this one gonna be long, I can see hawks being a switch but more of bottom coz look at him😭😂😭 doesn't he's scream bottom to you lmaoo anyway hope y'all enjoy this one. ( part two is gonna be very rough sex. )
" you want me to do what now?? " you rise your brow at him, he's put a light shhh sound." Not around here!! Let's go in my office y/n. " you give a soft sign, you don't know what's he's was talking about since he's was mumbling you didn't quite hear him well. You and him walking into his office, you were his assistant for a good five months, just doing work until he's walk in interrupt you and now you're walking in first while keigo was walking nervously behind as you sit down and he's lean on his desk, he's give a heavy sign." Look, I said I want you to peg me.. I-I.. Never done it before, ya know how people think when men don't... Talk about these type of stuff. " this whole time he's wasn't looking at you, he's was looking everywhere but you." You don't have to if you're uncomfortable by it y/n.. I-.." You clear your throat." No no, I want to try it, it's sound very hot to be honest. " his face turn red while his wings twitching excited." Wait... Really?? I-." " we're can discuss it at my place, we're can start off with the basics. " you said as you get up to walk to back to your desk." Wait!! " he's gently grab your hand, you rise your brow at him curiously." So you're not gross out by it?? " his eyes were wide with curious but worry look." Mhmm no not really, I don't mind whatever, I won't judge you or anyone.. Everyone has a weird guilty pleasure who knows! " you give him a warm smile as he's sign in relieved." So.. Uhh when do I come at your Apartment? " he's look at you, you sign softly went to his desk to grab a pen and paper. You quickly write down the day and time, you give it to him. He's read it and give light mhm sound." Alright sound great, I'll be here! " you smile at him as you finally head out.
*Few day later*
You had grab some items, it's was very cute simple lingerie, a strap on, some lube and toys, you went with the simple and basic items because you really don't know what's keigo is into, you went simple and easy for him. You had comfy outfit, very baggy dress shirt with some simple bra and panties on, you had very messy space buns, had no make-up. You hear a light bing sound as you smile softly that's must be him. You walk to your phone to read it.
(Keigo: alright, I'm at the door! Let's me in😏😘)
You give a soft giggle, you grab the items in a bag, you put it on the dresser, you begin walk to your door, you open it and there he was standing here awkwardly but holding a small set of roses. Aww cute. You grab the flowers and put it in vase while he's walk in." Do you want any drink before we're start? " you look at him." Mhm water would be nice, thanks you! " he's give a warm smile, you nod your head, getting two nice cold water bottles. You and him walking into your room, you both drink the water, he's sit on your bed while you're looking at him, He's wasn't making eye contact at all but judging the tent in his pants, he's pretty excited about this.
" alright, we're gonna started with the rules. "
" rules? " he's look up at you with his brow rise, you made a mhmm sound." Soo there we're starting off with a very light and simple, you gotta have a safeword, it's can be very random word, if you feel uncomfortable or say stop I'll stop and we're won't continue on. " he's nodes his head while listen." In the bedroom you can called me, master, mistress, mami or mommy switch ever you're comfortable with. " " what's about bird names? " his eyes look like puppy dog eyes." That's also fine, I'm okay with that, are you okay with pet names? " he's nod his head fast, he's couldn't help a big smile on his face." Alright what's your safeword? " he's give a mhmm sound and said." Phoenix! " you nods your head. " great choice, I want you to get naked, prepare yourself by fingering yourself. " you walk to the dresser grab a blindfold and lube with a very simple small dildo and give it to him." After you prepare yourself, I want you to sit on the bed wait for me while you being blindfold while I get ready understood? " his eyes went wide but nod his head." Understood mama bird! " you give a light chuckle as you head to the bathroom while grabbing the items.
Part two😏
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ficbrish · 3 months
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Tiny Scene Tuesday
[02Jan2024]
Today's three little words: Valid, Flavor, Tongue
[Create a short piece (art or fic) that encompasses those 3 words]
Thank you @mallaidhsomo for the prompt!
Any stray Shenkos out there, come join the Big Place Shenko Discord for weekly art/fic prompts! ✨
"Our Get-Along Icecream"
[[TW/CW: Food, death mention, alcohol mention, oral sex mention]]
“What the fuck, Shepard?”
“Relax, Jack. You don’t have to marry her, just sit together and have a nice treat in the same room without killing each other.”
Miranda, hands on hips, raised a scathing brow, “You think she can manage, Commander?”
“Keep talking shit, I might not.”
“Ladies!”
Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, but who could be angry while having a bit of icecream? Shepard frowned. Judging by their scowls, Jack and Miranda were exactly the kind of people to rage-devour a cone. She sighed.
“If you can fight together, you can eat together. Now grab a cone. That’s an order!”
She really should have anticipated Jack “accidentally” dropping a bit on Miranda’s floor.
“This is why I didn’t want this in my cabin!”
“You wanted to do this?” Jack teased, “Because I didn’t want to do this in any cabin.”
“Ladies!”
Shepard let out a deeper sigh as she sat between them on the couch.
Jack leaned over to address Miranda, “What flavor did you get?”
Huffing, Miranda rolled her eyes, “It’s all vanilla, you ass!”
“Hey!” Shepard snapped, “Enough!”
“You’re a mean drunk,” Jack murmured, slinking back into her space.
Shepard glared, “Stress makes me drink.”
“You shouldn’t be drinking so much anyway.”
“Miranda!”
“Just saying,” she commented innocently before attacking the swirl with her tongue.
“It’s not a dick, Miranda. Calm down.”
“Jack!” she protested, as her offender and commander broke into a shared laugh.
“You do kinda chomp it like a dick,” Shepard said, chuckling.
“Et tu, Brute?”
“What? You’re so valid for that.”
“I’d like to see you eat a peach,” Jack winked.
Miranda stopped eating, “You’re both thoroughly disgusting.”
Their giggles died into a mini silence, broken by Jack, “How long’s it been since your last, uh, icecream cone?”
Miranda looked scandalized and Shepard looked sad.
“I’ll start! Since before I was sold to that prison.”
“Bet it was plenty before though,” Miranda muttered.
“Sooooo many!” Jack teased, “Enough to lodge the odor in my mouth. Come give it a smell, cheerleader.”
“Gross! I’m eating!”
“Not since I died…” Shepard said, eyes far away.
Miranda patted her knee knowingly. Jack smirked.
“Plenty of opportunity to change that, Shep.”
She scoffed, “Yeah… right.”
Jack didn’t know yet, and Miranda was feeling protective. So she answered boldly to take the attention off Shepard.
“Last week.”
It worked.
“Last week?!” Jack exploded, “WHO?!”
Miranda snickered, “An engineer on Ilium.”
The other two howled.
“Naughty, naughty,” Jack teased, “Someone you knew?”
Miranda shook her head and buried her face.
“AAAAHHHHH!!!!!” Shepard shouted, and Jack slapped her knees.
“Look at yoouuu, gettin’ Cer-busy!”
Jack actually made Miranda laugh from that. Shepard smiled a secret victory to herself. Looks like icecream was a good idea after all.
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Day 1 - Friends/Family
My first post for @sihjrweek
Disclaimer: I’m sick LOL so if something is weird or bad ~blame it on that~
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Saga never really understood why people couldn’t ever shut the hell up about their partners.
It seemed as though if his classmates weren’t panicking about their grades then they were going on and on about my boyfriend took me to karaoke this past weekend or my girlfriend sent the cutest text or my boyfriend does this adorable snort when he laughs, my girlfriend this, my boyfriend that, blah, blah, blah, blah.
It gave him yet another excuse to add to his long list of reasons to avoid his peers and not put in the effort to make any friends. He didn’t want to be obligated to listen to someone go on and on about their significant other - who they’d probably break up with come graduation (not to mention the unavoidable post-breakup drama). Saga had a feeling that any friends he made would get sick of his cynicism pretty quick anyway. So, it was just better if Saga continued to keep his distance and judge quietly instead of wasting everyone’s time. 
And then Saga Masamune just had to meet Oda Ritsu. 
Saga supposed he had no one but himself to blame (though, he did try to blame Ritsu more often than not in an attempt to make himself feel better). If Saga had just rejected the underclassman from the start instead of making the decision to play this little game then Saga wouldn’t have had the chance to develop…feelings. 
Gross, Saga instinctively thought, his face feeling a little warm as he scribbled down notes in math class. Even silently acknowledging the fact that he was not a completely apathetic, disinterested, detached human being made him start to spiral down the path of embarrassment. 
So annoying and stupid, he scolded himself with a silent huff in a vain attempt to discourage anymore thoughts about his issue. He copied down an example problem the teacher gave before he started to wonder, does Ritsu still need help with math? He never told me how his last test went.
Not that he cared.
He definitely didn’t care about how Ritsu did in math class.
At all. 
And he definitely didn’t want to talk to someone about Ritsu.
He definitely didn’t have the cringey desire to brag about his partner, or to make any kind of future plans, or to partake in any kind of excitement about their relationship because how embarrassing would that be?
Saga could feel his face getting warm again, this time much worse. His mortification only became more intense as he heard his classmates talk between lessons. 
“-and her eyes are so pretty-”
Ritsu’s eyes are definitely prettier.
“He’s so shy sometimes, it’s honestly adorable!”
You don’t know shy until you’ve met Ritsu. Plus, he’s definitely cuter than your boyfriend. 
“-we’re going on a movie date-”
One of the best parts of hanging out with Ritsu is watching his reactions, I couldn’t do that in a dark theater. But if talking to him about movies is half as fun as talking to him about books then it might be worth it. 
“I’m totally panicking, I don’t know what to do for our one year anniversary!”
What am I gonna do for Ritsu and I’s one year?
Saga put his head on his desk at that final thought, the thunk produced maybe just a bit louder than he would’ve liked. Their one year?! That was thinking quite ahead and the idea of participating in that kind of celebration made Saga want to curl in on himself until he disappeared.
Since when is that something I want to do? He asked himself. The obvious answer: since he fell in love with Ritsu. Saga had already known love was annoying, hearing his peers go on about their significant others was proof enough of that, but being in love was apparently so much worse. 
Is this really the kind of person Saga became when he was in love? Soft and sentimental and excited and hopeful? The kind of person who tends to annoy him?
I want to talk about him too, Saga finally admitted to himself, feeling incredibly envious of the way his classmates could happily and openly talk about their partners. 
But Saga didn’t have any friends to annoy with a daily recap of Ritsu’s latest cute moment.
Saga didn’t have any family that he trusted enough to come out to, nor would any of his family even gift him the time to make the announcement he had a boyfriend. 
“Have you told your friends about me?” Saga asked one afternoon in the library. The question had been bothering him since his realization that he wanted to be one of those annoying people who always talk about their significant other. 
Ritsu laughed nervously - it was nervous laugh number two, the one that Saga hated because it was weighed down the tiniest bit with sorrow, sorrow that was easy to miss if you weren’t paying attention - and scratched the back of his head. 
“I don’t really have a lot of friends?” Ritsu said, praying that he didn’t sound like a complete loser.
Saga hoped for the sake of Ritsu’s classmates that his lack of friends was because of Ritsu’s shyness and not because of any cruelty Ritsu may be enduring from his peers. Ritsu would tell him if people were messing with him, right? Saga wasn’t sure what he would do if he found out Ritsu was being bullied, but his first few ideas would definitely result in expulsion. Before Saga could attempt to press for any further information on Ritsu’s classmates, Ritsu continued.
“I do have one really close friend and I told her that I-I l-like someone,” Saga noted with secret delight how Ritsu’s face started to flush at this roundabout confession, “b-but, I didn’t say your name specifically!” 
“You can if you want.” Saga said, trying to sound casual about it. If he uses my name, it means I can use his too. Saga might not currently have anybody to boast about Ritsu to, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying, so long as Ritsu was okay with-
“I-It’s probably better if I don’t?” Ritsu said, looking as though he was trying to hold back a wince. “I just-I don’t know how she would feel about me liking…a guy…” He mumbled, looking down at his lap by the end of his sentence. 
Saga was practiced at hiding his disappointment, so he wasn’t worried about the defeat he felt showing on his face.
“But-um-thank you for your permission.” Ritsu added, straightening his back a little in an attempt to give himself courage to look at Saga as spoke. 
Saga had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Why is he thanking me for something like that? He’s such a weirdo, but I guess it’s part of his charm. Ugh, even stupid things like that make me want to smile…
“I also didn’t use your name because I was worried that you would be embarrassed.” Ritsu admitted. Their relationship status wasn’t totally clear to Ritsu nor did Ritsu know how open Saga was willing to be about their status, so it seemed like keeping his name out of his conversations with An was the best idea. 
“I’m not embarrassed.”
I am embarrassed, Saga thought, but not in the way that you think. I can’t let you know that because it’ll reveal just how much I like you. 
“Do you wanna come back to my place?” Saga asked, I want to kiss you, I want to hold your hand, I want to be close to you, I want to make your ears turn red, I want to wake up to you drooling on my pillow like a moron before we make breakfast and try to keep Sorata from stealing our food, and I want to make you feel as stupidly in love as you’ve made me feel. 
That seemed only fair, after all.
If Saga Masamune was going to become a cringey hopeless romantic then he wasn’t going to go down alone.
Ritsu’s eyes went wide, as if he couldn’t believe that Saga was inviting him over to his place, as if Ritsu hadn’t already been invited over multiple times, but the expression was so cute that Saga hoped the novelty of ‘Senpai’s Place’ would never wear off. 
“S-Sure! I mean-if I wouldn’t be imposing!” Ritsu said.
Yet another thing Saga could brag about if he ever had the chance to:
His boyfriend was so polite.
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I’ve been obsessed with this lately, buuut how about Frye needing some comfort due to the public’s reaction to her debut. So, Shiver decides that comfort tums cuddles is the best way to remind her that she is loved
I’m absolutely obsessed with this idea! Sorry this fic took a bit. Wanted it to be as perfect as I could make it! Thanks for the ask! If you (or anyone) likes this fic, feel free to send in any prompts for me to write. I’ll do canon characters or my own ocs! (Also posted on AO3 -> link)
With a sigh, Frye looked down at her phone.
It had been a few days since the announcement of the first-ever Splatfest in Splatsville. The first time Deep Cut had debuted. The reactions to their debut were…mixed, to say the least. Everyone loved Big Man. The positivity overjoyed the manta ray. Shiver was also a fan favorite. She thrived from all the attention. Bragging about it all to everyone who listened. Frye though. It wasn’t all positive.
Sure some people liked her. Not many though. Most people mocked her. Saying that she was a worst version of Pearl. Her idol! The people saying that she was ugly, gross, and unattractive. It hurt.
Sighing, she laid down on the table she was at. One arm under her chin and another outstretched. Holding her phone. Behind her, her friends walked into the room. Both of them happily chatting away. Shiver saw her sadly looking at her phone. Whispering something to Big Man before approaching her.
“Hey, French Frye,” Shiver began. “How are you? You seem a bit down.”
“Oh, I’m okay,” Frye lied. “Just checking social media. Everyone seems hyped about our debut.”
Shiver grabbed the phone from Frye’s hand. A weak “hey!” left the inkling. The octoling was silent as she scrolled through Frye’s Twitter. Her expression slowly getting angrier and angrier. As angry as Shiver would show. She then snapped her fan open. Looking appalled at what she had seen.
“Frye, who…why…what! Why have these people, strangers, been saying these awful things about you?!”
Frye wanted to cry.
“I…I don’t know. Am I really that ugly?”
Shiver threw Frye’s phone towards Big Man. The manta caught it as he looked on. Worried.
“No! Hell no! You’re the most gorgeous person I’ve ever known!”
“Ay? Ay! (People are saying horrible things about Frye? Awful!)”
Shiver immediately hugged Frye. The poor inkling burying her face into Shiver.
“You two are too kind,” Frye said with a small sob. “I don’t deserve you both.”
“Don’t say that. Now, how to cheer you up? Hmmm…”
Shiver hummed. Trying to think of what to do. Her stomach then growled. Giving her an idea.
“You know what’s better than a hug like this? A hug from all around. In a slightly dark area where no one can judge you.”
Frye laughed.
“I know what you’re getting at. Fine, just eat me.”
“Oh, I hinted too hard huh? Now, squid form. Please.”
Big Man let out a chuckle before leaving. Placing Frye’s phone on a counter. The two cephalopods were left to their own devices.
With a sigh, Frye shifted into her squid form. Shiver still held her from their hug.
“You’re always adorable looking,” Shiver told Frye. “And tasty. How could anyone hate you?”
Frye laughed before patting Shiver’s hand.
“Says you. Now hurry up and eat me.”
Shiver smiled before bringing Frye to her mouth. The octoling opened it and brought Frye inside. With a gulp, the inkling made her way deeper inside her friend. A few more gulps followed and Frye was mostly inside Shiver’s throat. With a tilt back of her head, Shiver felt Frye slip down her throat. A gulp followed and the inkling began to make her way down to the octoling’s stomach.
It was slightly dark inside Shiver. The folds of flesh faintly glowing blue. Frye was soon dispensed into the octoling’s stomach. The organ clenched itself around Frye with a growl. It then relaxed. The only sound Frye could hear was gentle breathing and gurgles from the stomach. A faint beat of Shiver’s heart. Everything was slightly wet but the cool, blue glow was relaxing.
“Are you okay in there, French Frye?” Shiver asked her friend. “Hopefully it’s not too cramped in there.”
Frye shifted around a bit.
“I’m fine,” she responded. “It’s nice. Thank you by the way.”
Shiver chuckled warmly. Gently patting her slightly expanded stomach.
“Of course. Just let me know if you need anything. Hopefully, this is enough to show you how much we love and appreciate you.”
Frye smiled before relaxing against the walls of her best friend’s stomach. She sure felt very loved.
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BREAKING: CROWN PRINCESS BREAKS SILENCE, MAKES PASSIONATE SPEECH IN SUPPORT OF SISTER, OTHER VICTIMS OF PHOTO LEAK SCANDAL
A pre-taped message from Her Royal Highness The Crown Princess was shown on multiple television network prior to the evening news.
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The roughly 5-minute clip shows The Crown Princess, dressed in a blue blouse, standing behind a podium at the Palace’s press room. Here is a transcript of  her statement released in full:
“This month, several Brindleton public figures, myself included, have been the subject of a horrible and disgusting scandal, where our private photographs, videos, and messages were released to the public.
As much as I would like to remain quiet and hope that all will eventually be forgotten, I realised that if there ever was a ‘right’ time to speak, it would be now. I stand before you now not only to defend myself, but for others as well, especially those who are not in the position to do so themselves. 
All this intrusion has caused pain and grief for so many people. It has ruined relationships. It has torn families apart. This vile obsession with gossip has destroyed lives. 
Years of malicious rumours, pitting sisters against each other, have left my sister and I in tatters. It started when we were children - who wore the better dress, who has the higher grades, who has better hair - and it has since haunted us throughout our adult lives. Countless stories have been published - some so fanciful, it might as well be in children’s story books - telling nothing but lies and half-truths. But these little “stories” have done so much damage to an entire family. As they say, if you repeat a lie often enough, people will eventually believe it and accept it as fact. In reality, there is no villain or hero in our story. There’s only us, two sisters trying to find our way through this crazy life we were born into, and because of all the false narratives and speculation, Eleanore and I will never be the same. 
If the intention was to embarrass me by releasing my private photographs, then your efforts have been futile. I am not ashamed of those photos. They were taken at happy moments in my life, when I was in healthy, happy relationships, and I will forever be grateful of those memories. However, the fact that they, along with my private messages, have been made public without my knowledge and consent is a gross invasion of my privacy. It is not only illegal, but it is also immoral, and I hope that the person or persons responsible will be brought to justice soon. 
I am used to public scrutiny. The position I have comes with privilege and duty, but it also comes with a burden, that is, my life will never really be mine. I have long accepted that I will never know what it will be like to have a quiet life, a peaceful life. I will always be followed, photographed, and picked apart. People - strangers - will judge me for things I have or have not done. But despite it all, I welcome those challenges wholeheartedly, as I know that they are far outweighed by the opportunities I have been given. In having my platform, I am able to reach out. I am able to help others. I am able to serve my people. That, to me, is worth all the difficulties I am set to face. 
However, in my heart of hearts, I have one wish. One singular wish. I wish that the public will finally realise that my sister and I are people; people capable of being hurt and feeling pain. We are not mere ideas of who people think we should be. And it is my sincerest hope that we be afforded the tiniest bit of respect, and with it, even the tiniest bit of privacy. 
Thank you.”
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The speech marks the first time The Crown Princes has personally addressed rumours. Anya is notorious for being an “ice queen” who is known for keeping her cool and staying quiet, shrugging off rumours and scandals thrown at her. However, it looks like Anya as finally reached her limit. 
In issuing the statement, the Crown Princess has confirmed the authenticity of the photos and the messages. Her Royal Highness has also seemed to confirm her falling our with her sister, Eleanore. 
The Palace has also confirmed this morning that legal action has been taken, and similar transgressions will not be taken lightly. 
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wejustvibing · 5 months
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Hi again, you don’t have to post this (tbh it may be better if you don’t) but I’ve been sitting here, assessing my own ignorance and why, myself, i wanted Lewis to speak about stuff, or say the ‘right thing’ and i realised how gross my own thoughts were. When i thought about it, deep down, a lot of it showing he’s a ‘good person’ is all because I wanted people to see him as good, so i can feel good about supporting him and that’s disgusting. So so disgusting and misplaced when that’s NOT important. At the end of the day, people are dying in horrific circumstances and that should be the focus only. Always. Not the supposed ‘good’ that he encompasses. When i think about all he has said and done in the past, how alone he’s been in that, but how strong he presents himself, i feel like we lose sight that he’s a human with fears, anxieties, emotions etc it’s like the expectation for Lewis is always ‘lets see how much he is willing to sacrifice so we can say his care for others is credible’ and im unhappy with myself for being part of that. This isn’t centring me or Lewis in this, I’ve been spending my time caring and putting in actions for the causes but it made me think. Why is the outrage on what Lewis speaks about appropriately always so selective with his fans and his haters. Every day there is something new happening, horrific things, poverty, g3nocide, racism, miscarriages of justice, things that have been put on the news and others to a lesser extent and yet the outrage isnt constant. His humanity and credibility as a ‘good person’ wasn’t questioned when he didn’t speak about the murd3rs of black men in London being found, or about Sudan, or Congo, Syria, poverty and homelessness in the UK, Japan’s atrocious child, women, labour, lgbtqia+ laws and he loves that country (and i am not saying he needs to speak about these things btw but they’re staring us all in the face everyday leading to d3ath, displacement, struggle etc) and his fans are not nearly as frequently outraged as one would expect if they believe social media posts about right vs wrong are the reflection of being good or not so good or even bad. I dunno man, it’s just weird that through this, people are even centering him into convos when we should be concentrating on what we can do and holding people of power accountable. Again, you do not have to post this, and I know you said you’ll not speak about this further, but I feel safe to not feel judged when speaking with you even when you may not agree with me.
i'm posting it.
mainly for the second half and i'll circle back to it. well people are not wrong in wanting to have their favorites on their side and wanting them to have the same ideologies and moral stance as them. and with someone like lewis who has actively positioned himself as an ally and champion for many causes it is somewhat warranted too. but when something huge like this happens and the world wants answers we often just look in the wrong place and go for an easy way out blaming the closest thing we can find, over the real factors responsible for it. and in case of fandoms it borders on parasocial behavior imo. the thing you said about you wanting him to look like a good person doing the right thing with ideal views and proper expression of his opinion on social media is parasocial. and we all do it.
i just want you to know (and maybe you already know it) that lewis' actions or inaction are not your responsibility. you don't have to carry the burden of it. that's on him. you must free yourself of it otherwise you'll never get to be happy and have a "fan" experience. this is just my opinion and i follow it. you'll rarely see me talking about his personal life or choices for example, in general, because lbr they don't mean anything to my life and experiences. those are his own consequences. the only time we'd have to talk about them is to flaunt them in some rival fandoms face and we don't really have to do that, not in this situation at least. and he's not always going to be right, he's going to be hypocritical, he's going to change his opinion, he's going to make mistakes and we can't expect him to be perfect. we're not, why must he be? i kept telling myself that what i say on my social media means fuckall as long as i'm taking real steps (keeping in touch with people who need help and support or donating) but that wasn't a good thinking and i'm now actively posting and keeping up. that's privilege and i'm aware but i'm just letting you know this because i want you to know we're all messed up in one way or the other and that's allowed.
as much as i defend lewis for all his rights and wrongs i'm not happy he's not posted anything after that one time. he's been online, he's doing silly q&as, he's promoting his product which you best believe i will buy the first chance i get, he's making appearances, he's liking team stuff, it's not hard to repost several important links right? well, sure but even i wasn't posting anything, even i wasn't up to date on many things and i have a regular 9-5 job with ample time to waste on social media. he's leading a different life, a more sheltered and busier life. we have to accept that. we're all privileged to have a platform (i've been told multiple times in the last few days that this shit blog is a platform. mind you all my other social media is on ghost mode so yeah i'm a tumblr influencer but that's off topic) and how we use it is ultimately on us. we can hope for him to say something and maybe feel disappointed if he didn't but ruining our day over it, obsessing over it and letting it fester into something unnecessary is just a bad choice. that's not fair on us or him or the cause we're trying to highlight. you have to detach yourself beyond a point, is all i'm saying.
i don't want to tell you or anyone else how to process something or behave in such horrible situations but taking it out on celebs or watching something through your favorite celeb is not it. "but we can do both" you don't have to? their views on real life shit are not a priority right now and i won't be convinced otherwise. we must focus on people going through the horrors, focus on who caused it, focus on what WE can do about it and that's all we can do. that's what i'm doing. "oh he'll live if he loses his job" why must he? he's putting his money where his mouth is by taking real action. that's important too? we need him to stay employed. again, this is not me defending him. also "but he's under fia rule, he can't make a political statement." NO, HE'S NOT. first of all, they've not stopped him from speaking up about these issues on his socials and second of all, he's already said he will not care about the ban. so...
and finally the second half of your ask, you're bang on. there's literally so much happening in the world at the same time. always but especially right now. there's more than one genocide going on as we speak which feels horrible to even type out. not enough people are talking about horrible human rights violations happening in india, china, malaysia, syria, congo, ethiopia, tigray, sudan along with palestine with many of them getting no coverage. talking about them on our social media from the comfort of our spaces is extreme privilege in itself. but someone like lewis? he'll need to dedicate his entire time in learning and speaking up on all these things on top of what he's dealing with and bringing to life in his own workplace. that's his choice to make because he's that privileged. so anyway yeah, you see the selective outrage and wonder how fans are going to defend themselves on that. more importantly, are they satisfied with him speaking up or do they want him to speak up exactly what they want? we've seen multiple times that him speaking up is not enough, him acting on his words is not enough either so where do we go from here? it's best to just focus on ourselves and our actions instead. there's always an option to stop supporting him/any celebrity who you feel is purposely ignorant or hateful. they'll live, you'll live.
oof this answer is a whole ass mess and i'm glad i'm not a writer. this is why i didn't want to speak about it again because i have a lot to say. a lot. and most of it can be bullshit or out of touch blabbering or it can start unnecessary shit so i just try to shut up most of the time. i'm really struggling myself with the feeling of being useless and i'm trying to come to terms with it in my own way. but eventually we're all living and learning through this together.
but anyway i'm glad you feel safe talking to me. please keep sending asks, you can also slide into dms if you feel comfortable. sending lots of 🫶🏾
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longsightmyth · 1 year
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“Wow,” Kriss said, attempting to change the subject, “I mean, I didn’t want to tell on you either, Celeste, but . . . I didn’t think about honor being behind that choice.” Kriss turned to Elise, thinking over the words.
“It’s always on my mind,” Elise confessed. “I have to hold on to it however I can, especially since I’ll be an embarrassment to my family if I don’t win.”
“How is it your fault if he’s the one doing the choosing?” Kriss asked, shifting her weight and settling back in. “How would that make you an embarrassment?”
Elise turned in more, moving from one worry to another. “Because of the arranged-marriage thing. The best girls get the best men and vice versa. Maxon is the height of perfection. If I lose, it means that I wasn’t good enough. My family won’t think about the feelings behind his choice, which is what I’m sure he’ll judge by. They’ll look at it logically. My breeding, my talents—I was raised to be worthy of the best, so if I’m not, then who will have me when I leave?”
I have, unfortunately, read a lot of sexist and racist drivel in my life. This is pretty far up there, especially since the book ALSO feeds into the idea that 'getting the best man' makes you 'the best woman' that is part and parcel of modern misogyny, but makes only the 'asian' character say it out loud.
(This is, by the way, why it's so gross to me that all YA dude love interests these days have to be so hot that literally everyone falls over themselves to hit on them: it is a way to show the lady love interest's superiority over other girls in an uninterrogated and unironic misogynistic fashion)
And of course Elise's fear is that she won't be wanted by A Boy. On the face of it this is a perfectly realistic fear to have: a lot of people fear being alone/without a romantic relationship. In this book it is presented not only as realistic but something you SHOULD fear - specifically, ending up without A Boy. For all America tells Celeste that Celeste doesn't need a boy to succeed, clearly her other plans are fallback options, and also Celeste is LITERALLY SHOT IN THE HEAD later.
Kriss consoles Elise.
Kriss put a hand on Elise’s. “Almost all the girls who went home are already engaged to wonderful men. To be a part of the Selection at all makes you a prize. And you made it to the top four of the Elite at the very least. Trust me, Elise, guys will be lined up around the block for you.”
The goal is to Get Married To A Boy of the best status she can find, because that is, to this book's extremely conservative american christian viewpoint, The Point of being a woman. Don't worry, Elise, Kriss says. You'll be some dude's trophy definitely!
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Why did you lose Ares, if you wouldn’t mind sharing? I had a similar experience with Artemis where I was very close to her as a child but ended our relationship because I was afraid she would judge me for being lesbian and not asexual. It’s okay if you don’t want to answer this ask, I know it’s a personal question
I'm really sorry that you went through that. If it helps every lesbian I've ever known (and I grew up in what is sometimes known as the LGBT center of the world so that's a LOT of lesbians) who worship Artemis have had a very deep and profound connection with her.
I don't mind answering this question but before I do I need to provide a little bit of context for this, so please get ready for the tea...
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I grew up in a cult-like sector of Catholicism and the fear mongering and brainwashing were very extreme.
When I was 12, a friend of mine lent me a Wiccan book (I'm a millennial so this was the early 00s and it was the only witch book I had access to) The book claimed to be an introduction to witchcraft and in my efforts to leave my cult I was looking for spirituality elsewhere. I don't remember what the book was called but it had a really big encyclopedia of the different gods you could work with.
At this point I still thought Ares was an imaginary friend because that's what my mom called him when I first told her back when I was in kindergarten. I even considered myself lucky that my "imaginary friend" was still with me while everyone else's imaginary friends disappeared at earlier ages. Now, before I talk about the moment when found his name in the book I want to stress 2 things that lead to me breaking it off with Ares.
1.) I'm Asexual
When I was 12, I knew I was not romantically interested in anyone but because I was still talking about Ares, my mom and aunts started teasing me about him being my imaginary boyfriend. They made really gross comments which made it hard for me to continue interacting with Ares the way I always have. Their teasing was so bad that to this day I cannot read about people having a godspouse relationship with their gods without feeling triggered. (I understand it's a valid form of worship and I respect how people choose to worship the gods, I just filter the tags for it because I can't read their posts without remembering my mother and aunts asking me how many babies I would like to have with Ares, which also resulted in me never wanting kids.)
2. Ares kept me shield from anything ancient Greek or Roman:
He knew I was too young and brainwashed to think critically and I would take the negative information about him at face value which would make me push him away but I was in a very dangerous area and he was so essential to my survival. (I only knew about the Roman Christians in the Bible but I didn't know the pre-christian Romans had gods because of how the cult I grew up in changed the narrative. When the Bible talked about the Romans worshipping idols, my mom described idols as statues so my mind literally never thought of an idol being a god). Percy Jackson didn't come out until way later and Disney's Hercules severely flopped the first time it was released. Greek mythology was not as popular or as accessible as it is today. So at the time I had never heard of Ares or Mars because of how sheltered and ignorant the cult kept me.
Finally, when I opened the book I saw Jupiter, Venus, and Mercury which I had always assumed were just planets:
I was blown away by planets being referred to as gods so I turned to the page with Mars in it and there he was. The description checked out, he was even wearing the exact same Spartan uniform I had always seen him wear around me. At first I was very excited to realize he was a god but then my heart sank because the book read: "AVOID THIS GOD AT ALL COSTS!" I was 12 and at the time I didn't know a book about gods could be wrong so I, unfortunately, took it all at face value just like he said I would, despite him always being there for me and always taking care of me.
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But the funniest part about the whole situation is that now looking back on it Ares never left… I told him I didn't want to see him again and he made it so I couldn't see him anymore.
Every trusted psychic I knew said that there was a really big spirit following me that refused to reveal himself to anyone. After that I became obsessed with a manga called Mars about a troubled teenager falling in love with an artist and I even ripped out the page with the main boy kissing the statue of Mars in it so I could keep it in my pocket and take it everywhere with me for protection.
This was the "Mars" page:
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I guess I really missed him too.
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