#sorry for anyone that has gotten tagged

[orchid-harmony]

I posted 230 times in 2022

That's 226 more posts than 2021!

43 posts created (19%)

187 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@brick-a-doodle-do

@beckyu

@data-expunged-0

@aslitheryprinx

@pixlokita

I tagged 57 of my posts in 2022

#g/t - 16 posts

#c!orchid - 12 posts

#tiny!tommy - 8 posts

#g/t mcyt - 8 posts

#asks - 7 posts

#c!beckyu - 7 posts

#g/t writing - 6 posts

#giant!wilbur - 5 posts

#c!brick - 4 posts

#tiny!techno - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 120 characters

#it's both ranboo and tubbo but ranboo is just mentioned in a phone call and tubbo is speaking to tommy through his phone

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Adoption Comes in All Sizes

@mcyt-gt-events

This be for you @colossal-red

I hope you enjoy it ^^

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"Thank you so much mate, you're a real life saver."

"No problem Phil, I owe you for the many times you helped me."

"Still, you're a life saver."

"Do you need help bringing the tree to your house Phil."

"I would appreciate it."

"Alright, you need help with carrying the tree to the car?"

"You really asking that question?"

"Hey, just cause you're pretty strong and have a semi-buff body, doesn't mean that you can't use a little help with carrying a tree to your car."

"You know what, why don't you get my car closer so that you won't worry about me carrying the tree from here to my car?"

"Alright, be right back."

As his friend went to grab Phil's car, Phil took a look at the tree.

It wasn't too big, but it also wasn't too small, it was enough to fit inside his home.

Phil smiled, he couldn't wait to set up his new tree and decorate it.

After a bit of waiting, he saw his car.

Phil picked the tree up and carried it towards his car.

His friend got out of the car, giving Phil a glare.

"Bruh, I didn't tell you to carry the tree to your car."

"Does it seem like I care? No."

His friend sighed.

"Well, if you happen to get cramps on your old back, don't even dare call me."

"I'm not old!"

"Yeah, keep telling that to yourself if it helps you sleep at night."

Phil playfully rolled his eyes.

"Talk to you soon mate?"

"Yeah, good luck setting up the tree."

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31 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

#4

Getting to know of Each Other

1st part: The Night of the Giant Statues

Here is the second part, hope you enjoy it!!

Warning(s): Cursing, Being stabbed with a throwing knife

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"Wilbur!!"

The god yelled, he felt agony in his heart when he saw his son in statue form.

He ran over to his son, fell to the ground and wrapped wings around him.

He had tears running down his eyes, in the corner of his eyes, he could see Techno not moving, with his eyes widened a bit.

He put his head on his son's shoulder, not paying attention that he was next.

The next thing he felt was his body changing, but he doesn't care.

At least Phil was next to Wilbur.

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Phil was the first to wake up from his stony slumber.

He looked around the building, apparently the night guard said that the building they were in was called a museum.

"Strange name for a building this big."

Phil then realized something.

"The night guard forgot to tell us his name."

He sighed, not the first time someone forgot to tell Phil their name, definitely won't be the last.

"So now you're awake huh?" Phil turned to see the night guard at the entrance of their now called "room".

"How long have you been standing there? Waiting for one of us to wake up?"

"Just got here like a few minutes ago, as soon as I went inside here, your body was already turning back to how you used to look like."

Both of them stood there in silence.

"Is it alright if I can accompany you mate? I might not be much but I just don't wanna be here, feeling alone without my son and friend, you get what I'm saying?"

The night guard nodded, then started walking out of the room with Phil catching up to him.

Once they were out of the room, the guard took out his flashlight and kept walking.

"So you only have a flashlight to guide you in the darkness of the museum, and no weapon to protect yourself with?" Phil asked.

He was rather more curious than worried that the guard only had a flashlight on him.

"Yes, my boss only gives out flashlights. But my boss also allows me to bring a weapon just in case."

"Well, what did you bring for protection?"

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32 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#3

Getting a new brother in a Giant Zoo

Again, thank u @wendy130 for letting me use the prompt, so here it is!!

Warning(s): Dehumanization (It's giants being kept in a zoo and being treated as animals), Cursing, Hitting (Just a random kid hitting little Tubbo)

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"Sir, you're lucky that you and your son weren't in harm's way from that Breach, are you sure you want to continue your visit?"

If Phil was being honest, yes, he would like to continue the tour.

He felt pity for the giants that they were stuck in a cage like animals, just for entertainment.

He was the one who caused the breach, and he wasn't caught letting the giant free, but the poor soul got sent back to their cage.

He felt disgusted that people locked up giants just to show off like some animal.

But then again, he was also here for his son, Tommy.

The kid was excited to be here, and Phil won't deny the fact that he wanted Tommy to have a good life.

"Yes, I'm sure that I want to continue the visit. Afterall, don't want to make me kid upset."

"Ah, love your kid that you would do anything to keep that smile on their face."

Phil nodded.

"It's understandable, parents can be like that with their kids most of the time."

Phil was soon let go, he went to his son, who was sitting patiently on a chair.

"Ready to go, Tommy?" Tommy looked up at Phil, then excitement took over his body.

"Alright then, I think I saw another giant around these parts, do you want to go and check it out?"

Tommy nodded his head rapidly.

Then they went to the section that the giant was.

Phil took a second to look at them.

The giant had pink hair, red eyes, they seemed to have a pair of glasses on them and a book to read.

Tommy gasped, apparently, the giant seemed to hear Tommy gasp since they looked towards where Phil and Tommy were.

He saw the giant's eyes dilate at the sight of Tommy.

It seemed rather adorable, if it wasn't by the situation that the pink haired giant was in.

They seemed to put their book down and get closer to Tommy.

Phil noticed the pink haired giants eyes dilate a bit more now that they can see Tommy more close up in view.

Both of them were fascinated with each other.

Tommy began to squeal in delight at the sight of the giant being this close to him.

Phil looks to his right, seeing a stand that seemed to have information about the giant.

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55 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

#2

A Helping Hand

This gift is for @eyes-eye-eyes for @mcyt-gt-events, I really hope you enjoy this, I did my best to try and write this out for you. I might be able to do the second prompt but loss of motivation might get in the way but prompt 2 might happen.

Prompt #1: T!SBI are out on a vacation, and get lost on their way back to the place they are staying. They attract some hostile unwanted attention. Thankfully, a g!tommy saves them before they can get hurt. Hurt/comfort :))) VORE MAYBE!!

Warning: Safe Vore, Cursing, a little bit of fearplay(I think)

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Phil knew things weren't gonna go well when they got lost.

He knew better than to trust Wilbur with directions.

But he did, and now he regrets it.

Him, Wilbur, and Techno were taking a vacation, it was a little cabin in a forest.

They wanted to have a picnic in a specific area where Phil went every time he used to come here for summer vacation when he was younger.

Of course, he wasn't allowed in the picnic area anymore due to rumors of people disappearing because of giants or dangerous creatures when they got to the picnic area.

He didn't and still doesn't believe the rumors. After all, those were just rumors.

He heard Techno sigh, "Dad, why did you let Wilbur take control of the directions when he clearly doesn't know where he is going?"

"Well then fuck you too Tech-no-blade, I'm no "Human Compass" like you are." Wilbur exclaimed.

"Don't say my name like that, you know full well that I could be a better guide than you could ever be." Techno exclaimed softly.

"Guys don't be so loud, we might attract-" Phil tried to explain but was cut off.

"Then go ahead Mister "Human Compass", show us the way towards the picnic site." Wilbur exclaimed as loudly as he could, just to spite Phil.

It was silent for a few seconds, before a voice came up.

"Well well, if it isn't more humans for me to have, I'm gonna be honest, it's been a real long time since I had humans for lunch, but today is my lucky day as it seems."

They all turned around to see a giant, he had brunette hair, with a coat on. The giant was smirking down at them.

They tried to run, but hands caught them before taking even more steps.

"I don't think so, you're not going anywhere except for my stomach."

All hope seemed lost in the situation that they were in.

"Tubbo, what the fuck are you doing at my side of the forest with humans who were on my side of the forest, I thought we had an agreement." Another voice spoke.

"Oh c'mon Tommy, just a little snack wouldn't hurt anybody."

"Then how would you like it if I come over to your side and take dear old Ranboo as a snack eh? Bet that he would be a good one too."

The giant holding them tensed.

"You wouldn't dare fucking touch Ranboo."

"Then give me back the humans, and nothing bad will happen to your dear old Ranboo."

The giant or Tubbo, thought about it.

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56 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Night of the Giant Statues

Warning(s): Cursing, Mentions of hard vore, Ready to embrace death (I think you know what I mean by embracing death), Mentions of su!c!de

Sorry that I keep saying full names over and over again TwT

2nd part: Getting to know of Each Other

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It was Tommy's first night as the museum's night guard.

The museum contained things of the past.

Like Greek Mythology, ways of how to win a war back then in the early days, hell, even the types of gods and pantheons.

As boring as all that shit sounds, it sounded interesting to a lot of nerds who are into stuff from the past.

And it was safe to say that Tommy was one of those nerds.

Sue him for that, but was it worth it learning about the past?

To some no.

To others yes.

Tommy couldn't care less.

So back to what he was doing, he was just patrolling around the museum, making sure everything was in place.

He went to one of his favorite sections of the whole museum.

The SBI Section.

It's a section with three gods that used to be a bit problematic back then.

But, as every story starts, there will always be an end to that story.

The people of back then gathered together, and made the three gods into stone.

One by one.

The first one to turn to stone Wilbur Soot, God of Insanity, Music, and Trickery.

They manage trick him.

How? Tommy himself doesn't know since it doesn't specify how they trick a god of trickery.

The next was Philza, God of Hardcore, Void, and Life.

He was Death's Husband, they turned him into stone while he was grieving from his already turned stone son.

The last one to turn to stone was Technoblade, God of Combat, Blood, and Destruction.

A powerful warrior beat him in a duel, both of them made a deal.

If Technoblade wins, both Philza and Wilbur Soot would be out of their stone cages of eternity and punish the people who turned them to stone.

If the warrior wins, Technoblade would accept loss and would allow the people to turn him into stone with the two other stone gods.

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69 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #ayyyyyy #sorry for anyone that has gotten tagged

[faerieostara]

Hope you guys had a good Christmas! This started off as a doodle of Mary as the Ghost of Christmas Present but I decided to add onto it with a couple other managers. Anyways, Happy Holidays!

#toonblr #toontown #toontown corporate clash #toontag #small artist #corporate clash #Sorry it's not much #I've been busy #Not sure if anyone reads tags but I wanted to express my own gratitude for the love my art has gotten #It means a lot to me #I'm working on finish part 2 of admins lore #So I'll probably just make doodles for now as I'm working on it #Again thank you

[plposting]

After Azran Legacy Descole was left with a lot of clothes, personal items, and various souvenir trinkets left behind by the other former passengers of the Bostonious none of which was ever properly retrieved due to the groups sudden parting.

Rather than throwing it all out Descole has been trying to covertly return all items back to their original owners and because it’s Descole he’s probably returning the objects and whatnot in the most complicated way possible over a period of time.

Auroras stuff in particular remains safely stored in a box on the Bostonious.

#professor Layton #jean descole #desmond sycamore #gens musings #wowie headcanons :) #azran legacy #i was thinking about how everyone in the bostonious crew was suckered into buying one of those popono souvenirs #and how Des was ultimately left with a hoard of them because there's no way that anyone got to properly collect their stuff #before having to rush off to the Azran sanctuary #thoroughly amused by the thought of Des trying to offload some of this stuff for way longer than needbe bc hes trying to be sneaky about it #like maybe he could just throw it away but absolutely has this lingering sense of guilt especially with more of the personal items #that would've belonged to the various members that he would now have context for #like idk Des is just standing over the trash with like a teddy bear that Luke owns n he cant bring himself to properly toss it #and raymonds like why dont we just mail them back #n des is like “akshdkajshdkjahsdkhasdk its stupud little beady little eyes have won this encounter- u win this time sir cuddles-” #“had i not known the context of your origins you would have been in a landfill by now” #wonder if emmy wouldve gotten any photos developed on their trip bc oooh the evil thought of des having to review them b4 sending them back #I think there was no attempt to toss auroras stuff at any point i think the guilt would actually kill him #most of her stuff would just comprised of souvenirs gained over the trip #HELP HELP HELP I ELABORATED TOO MUCH IN THE TAGS SORRY

[obeymeow]

nightbringer lesson 14 FUCKED ME UP in several ways but primarily I've spent the last 48 hours making myself sad over the solomon backstory we got. specifically I have, for no reason, latched onto that one chapter in the Kids event where baby solomon cried because he felt so guilty over being responsible for that spell. and that just feels a touch more depressing in context

#nightbringer spoilers #obey me on side #went back and unlocked the event again because i could not get this out of my brain i know it's probably not that deep #but it is that deep TO ME. okay #baby solomon has been on my brain since thirteen told that story so that's probably why it's sticking in my brain so hard but whatever #in case anyone was wondering the other things to make me sad are: #he has such a deeply excessive amount of lights in his room in purgatory hall there are SEVERAL chandeliers and lamps #there's a good handful in his room in cocytus hall too (his horror dg showed it) if a more normal amount #but that with the 'dim and gloomy' detail. ☹️ #i've also always thought that solomon's loneliness wasn't all about the immortal angst but like. #having it confirmed that he's had reason to be lonely since he was a child- before he was old enough to know he was using magic- #totally crushed me girl why can't I be wrong #had emotions about lesson 14 in general but solomon backstory steals the show every time for me so i haven't gotten around to the rest #i'm enjoying the nightbringer story so much (not talking about the game design. that's a different thing entirely) but man #the pacing is WILD it feels like every lesson could be a whole lesson block at the least. it's giving me a lot of room to speculate #which I always love! but i do wish they would slow down a little and expand on some of these concepts they're bringing up #because the basic idea of the game alone is REALLY INTRIGUING and it'd be a shame if they raced back to the present imo #what was i even talking about. sorry my brain fast forwards as soon as i get into the tags there is not one sequitur to be seen #so curious about solomon's friend now too. like my guess is it's going to be lilith (and hopefully not in a popular fan theory kind of way) #because it's more than a little suspicious that they expanded on lilith's views on humans the way they did #in a way that SO PERFECTLY lines up with the expansion on solomon's views on humans #WHICH I HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT YET BY THE WAY BUT LIKE. HE IS SO RIGHT AND REAL FOR THAT #it's beyond stressful to me that I think solomon is completely justified in his views and being completely reasonable about it #but that it would also mean war between the worlds presumably while the brothers are still recovering from THEIRS #you cannot give me that choice man. not even sure that the human world would be ABLE to win that fight if we're being real #solomon's 72 pacts are a lot yes but he's still only one guy who is NOT on good terms with the sorcerer's society #and mc is powerful but so so inexperienced. and that's IF they choose to side with the human world which #really i don't think the canon mc is likely to do. but anyway i guess solomon's friend could also be adam maybe? #that could be wishful thinking because i like adam though. even if his hair SUUUCKS #deeply offended by everyone thinking solomon got the fucked up hair when all signs point to adam be NICE TO HIM he's ugly already

[objectum-conceptum]

Manflora

A word used in Mexico and the USA to refer to queer people, usually lesbians.

Exclusive to Latino LGBTQ+ people! Made with lesbians and woman aligned identities in mind but not exclusive to them.

Not a xenogender, don't tag as such.

#reclaimed slur #reclaimed slurs #derogatory term #d slur #mogai #mogai flag #queer #sorry i havent gotten to requestd btw #im very sick rn #latino #uhh what else #idk what else to tag this with #not objectum #if anyone has a problem with this just send me an ask #i am latino but i am disconnected from my culture sometimes lmfao

[calamitydaze]

long tag ramble below u have been warned

#ok i feel like i should say Something before i start being active again #but i dont want it to be a Statement which is why i’m putting it in the tags #(also bc i procrastinated doing this for weeks so i know this is a very stale topic by now #but i also haven’t been on tumblr literally at all so this is 100% my organic authentic opinion lmao) #so read if you gaf and ignore if you don’t #anyway: george def could’ve done more to ensure she was comfortable #and as someone who has also gotten in over my head with older men and regretted it #her hurt is valid and i’m deeply sorry she feels the way she does about that night #but with that said i see no reason to believe george Should have known how she really felt #or that he deliberately took advantage of either her youth/inexperience or her discomfort #and that’s the most important thing for me— he fucked up and misread a situation but that doesn’t make him an evil person #and i hope they can both move on and grow and heal #as for my future in the fandom: i honestly dunno how active i’ll be going forward #i was already becoming pretty disconnected so this might’ve just sped up the process? i’m tired of being put through the wringer #but i also don’t really have a fandom to replace this so i might just continue casually participating in the way i have been #either way rest assured i will never become a rabid anti. that shits embarrassing #i got HORRIBLE drolo rsd the other day when tommy’s mom needed clout and vagued him so like if nothing else. droloisms are forever #also as a last thing— this feels kinda silly and self centered to say but i will anyway #sorry for not opening up my blog as a forum for discussion again the way i did with the drituation #i know i helped a lot of people sort out their feelings and that was (and is) really really important to me #but it also tanked my mental health (mostly as a result of the fallout and not the act itself but still) #plus my life irl was pretty stressful at the time when everything was first going down #so i just didn’t feel up to putting myself through that again #but i’m sorry if anyone wanted to discuss w me but wasn’t able to #anyway. i think that’s all i have to say! #i don’t want to turn this into a capital D discussion but as always my askbox and dms are open #love you all tons! i hope you’re having a good day 🫂🫶 #bella talks

[disturbnot]

of course, same as ever, the itch to actually write gets into me on the same day i have social obligations after work. tonight, visiting dad and my sister for pizza night. maybe i won't be out for very long? having energy when i get back, not quite so easily guaranteed. we shall see. currently juggling metas aplenty — how the aura works and how ash is tangled up in it; the thousand-year-long and most fabled history of pallet house; more abstract tirades on ash's personal philosophies and how he copes with burgeoning immortality; how ash wound up in bed with the kalian technocracy; how the whole gang copes being completely fatherless, etc. speaking of which, halfway considering introducing other characters in ash's canon ( e.g., gary, misty, delia, etc. ) as guest muses — until such time as i get some more ... formal takers, anyway. we shall see, we shall see.

#ooc tag tba . #like. it's gotten to the point in ash's development where i can only tell so much of the story without his buddies. #gary grew into a picture perfect mad scientist - the bane and pride of his grandpa in equal measure. #misty succeeded lorelei as an elite but promptly brought down the corrupt kantonian league and put a new one in its place. #brock is. you know what actually. brock is doing great. he became a doctor and did some field work before settling down with his wife - #(a joy!) and building a pokémon sanctuary with her. #delia has gained a modest amount of celebrity as one of kanto's favourite chefs. she still runs pallet house like it's her personal army. #and prof oak? he's dead. sorry. #ANYWAY if anyone wants to take a crack at writing in the shanmarillion. hi :)

[distort-opia]

I thought I'd let you know that I really adore your fics and content in general. I just got into batman a little over a month ago specifically for batjokes; I'm just so intrigued by their dynamic [I NEED to draw more of them immediately]

REMS specifically had my brain doing flips bc the meta is just so good, and the psychoanalysis is so well thought out

I've only scratched the surface level of batman media, having read the occasional one-shot comic and watched a good chunk of animated batman/dcu stuff in passing, but regardless, I just wanted to tell you to keep up the good work

side note: any comic recs for someone new to the fandom? I've only ever been a manga-reader, and western comics are an entirely new concept for me

have a good one <33

This is such a kind message, thank you so much!! I'm glad you liked REMS and that my blog rambles are fun too. I affectionately think of REMS as meta in a plotty trenchcoat, so it's great to hear you enjoyed the character analysis parts specifically. And Batjokes is indeed an incredibly intriguing dynamic, a warm welcome to the fandom <3 Sending you good vibes for fanart inspiration as well.

When it comes to comic recs related to Batjokes, I can point you to an excellent Batjokes starter-pack post that covers quite a lot of the classics, as well as some more "advanced" reading. I also have a semi-comic-rec, semi-review ask answer where I recommend some of my own favorite Batjokes heavy comics (though a lot overlap with the previous post I linked to).

I hope you have fun reading, and wishing you the best!!

#sorry for the slightly delayed answer #manga is easier to read tbh because you have a clear starting point #DC comics especially has gotten complicated as hell with multiple continuities and reading orders but #that's only relevant if you want to scramble your brain later. the good stories can be read on their own without [sigh] #creating exhaustive Excel spreadsheets like yours truly #asks #batjokes #tagging in case these links help out anyone else who's new!

[neotachyons]

don't think I ever posted this on here, but earlier this year I collected every card bakura uses in the anime + some duel links cards to recreate his deck irl! it was a lot of fun to do <3

#some cards he uses in the anime aren't actually real (aka almost every single card he used against yugi in s5) #but nonetheless this was something i joked abt doing originally and then i went well what if i actually did #and then. i did. #since these pictures i've actually gotten a few more of his cards #i bought the legendary duelists season 3 box display back in july and pulled THREE curse necrofears i couldn't believe it #also got dark spirit of banishment from that box which is a card he has a line for in duel links #anyways you ever get so autistic about a a character you watch every ep they duel in and then write down every card they use and then look #up every card on ygoprodeck to weed out the ones that don't actually exist #listen it was so fun tho ok it was like a 5 hour process n i'd do it again #wow these tags got long sorry if anyone reads these #yugioh #ygo #bakura #yami bakura #ryou bakura #yugioh tcg #ava.txt

[floralovebot]

I talk a lot about how different fanon!Helia is from canon!Helia but not enough but how bad it is for all the characters.

Like you have Riven going from this insecure teenage boy who lashes out at anyone who challenges him to this suave bad boy who could kill the winx. People seeing Stella as a stuck up brat, thinking that she loves Bloom more than the other winx, or that she would ever choose to be selfish in ways that hurt the other characters. Or Flora going from this fairly confident young girl who loves to meet new people and hangout with others to an introverted shy mess who never speaks up and would never say something sarcastic. Not to sound like a bitch but I really do think it's time the fandom stops pretending we're better than other fandoms and don't have Fanon Versions because we do and it's messing with y'alls perception of canon so fucking bad

#theres a time and place for fanon and its not pretending that fanon IS canon #and like listen #there's a big difference between having headcanons and fanonizing a character so badly that theyre basically a different character #im not saying its Bad to have headcanons or to disagree with canon #everyone does that its normal and healthy for fandoms #that sounded SO online good god #but also recognizing that your headcanons are Just headcanons is also necessary? #and recognizing that sometimes headcanons have been disproven by canon or aren't backed up at all #and not acting like your fanon version Is canon or is better than canon? #like genuinely think some of you dont even like canon winx and you just like the fanon versions of them in your head #like no sorry but flora isnt the fumbling shy mess who can't even speak to the others #stella isnt the dumb selfish princess who can't fight and wouldn't protect her friends #aisha isn't the Super Independent Woman who hates all men (also a very racist trope) #musa isnt that I Hate Everyone bitch who would dropkick the winx and physically abuse riven #i could go on and on like im sorry but the fanon versions of them are So Bad rn its so weird to me #like... fanon has always existed but i dont think its ever been this bad? usually Extreme Fanon only happened when someone hated a characte #like people usually only mischaracterize them when they Hate them but now im seeing people who Love them do it #i dont understand what happened why has fanon gotten so bad recently?? #also Im Sorry if any of this sounds targeted or extra bitchy i promise im not talking about anyone specific and im not Trying to be mean #i just really hate going into a character tag and seeing post after post of people going 'riven would kill sky if he got the chance' #and i dont mean the clearly joke posts i mean the Very Genuine Headcanon posts like what the FUCK are you people talking about #i genuinely think some of you got your degrees from the fanon university instead of the canon uni #please rewatch the entire first three seasons at your earliest convenience or your degree will be revoked #ajhdglagd #like not to sound mean but i think there was an influx of people who only vaguely remembered the show and got the rest of their info #from random tumblr posts instead of yknow. the actual show #oh i am very complainy today time to do something more productive and less chronically online

[naturallysuperbands]

So there’s this teacher at the Catholic high school I went to, which is the same one Rain goes to now, whom I actually hate. I don’t like him because of a lot of little things and also pretty much his entire personality, but I would have tolerated him more if he didn’t pull me out a class, tell me that we both know I didn’t try on my summer work and that it wasn’t up to honors English 3 standards, and that he asked the counselors (who are in charge of scheduling) what he needed to do to get me out of his class. I only got to stay because I scored in the 99th percentile on the writing/English section on the psat the year before. I tried really hard on that summer work, I just have adhd, hated the book he picked, and hate writing even when I do enjoy the book I’m writing about.

Rain has this teacher this year for regular junior year english. Apparently this unit is on relationships (weird but whatever). The teacher has told the class that he fundamentally disagrees with the idea that guys and girls can be “just friends”. The students have to write an about what it means to wear the pants in a relationship, do a group presentation analyzing various elements of a relationship from a scene in a movie or a song and include a “counter cultural reference” to romance. Did I mention this /Catholic/ high school is in a more conservative city in Ohio, and at least 3 teachers felt comfortable telling students they voted for trump? Also, for those who have forgotten, Rain and I are queer. Rain doesn’t feel comfortable using queer examples, even though (and because) that’s what they’d prefer to do.

They’re going to make their “counter cultural” slide be about a genuine friendship.

I told them I’d pay them if they could work in historical men, like kings, who didn’t wear actual pants when they wanted to come across as more powerful.

I (or Rain and I) might write this essay but make it about queer relationships and post it here. We’ll see.

#spots speaks #relevant specific label for this is that Rain and I are both aromantic #if anyone wants anything tagged let me know #I don’t make actual posts that often #loathe that teacher #I know most students don’t take failure well #but being ‘’the smart kid’’ was all that most of the kids in my honors classes had by junior year of high school #so being sought out during a class just to be taken into the hallway and told I wasn’t honor’s English material? #absolutely devastating #I was 16 #I didn’t deserve that #he also said he thought I was struggling because I hadn’t said anything in class #like sorry I’m smart and anxious #he does end of the year evalutations and has our last ‘’daily’’ journal entry be a letter to him #he said he’d never gotten so many complaints as he did from my grade’s honors English 3 class #he also kept bragging about how he got a 31 on his act without studying #I got a 32 without studying #with my highest being a 36 in science and my lowest being a 29 in math #I still have some anger aimed at this guy can you tell #and he’s the reason I’ve at least momentarily failed out of college #I was getting better with writing and turning essays in on time #and then he tells me mine sucks and ‘’we both know [I] didn’t try’’? #yeah right #fuck right off #especially when he plays favorites with the volleyball girls who shouldn’t be put on the honors English track the year before AP English #I couldn’t bring myself to say I was smart until my senior year of high school #but we don’t have time or space to unpack that so we’ll just throw away the whole suitcase

[sheepston]

Ngl talking about people getting banned & how the staff on fight rising handle bans a lot of the time always makes me anxious cos, way back when, I was the Internet Hub for a bunch of my irl friends whose families couldn’t afford data (aus net was SO BAD and expensive) & they could ONLY play at my house or via my phone & like. I absolutely would not put it past my old abuser* (who knew this) to try and dress up the fact they gave me in-game shit to pay for art commissions as “SEE she’s multi-accounting!!” like. Ough.

The worst part is I can’t even reassure myself that this is an irrational fear cos they have done some NASTY things to people before out of spite and were a chronic liar who frequently sent me faked screenshots to try and isolate me from my friends

#*actually a dangerous sex offender who has run targeted harassment again asexuals and trans women #not to mention that according to rumours ive heard from people who’ve passed them by theyre burning through friends at a rapid rate #which means their behaviour hasnt changed and has probably gotten worse #i still worry that theyre gonna make accounts on something and pretend to be me to cause problems for me #and i absolutely would not put it past them to see that i still love playing fr and then try to take it from me #also no i wont name them they know where i live and they are DANGEROUS dangerous so sorry #idk if theyre active on fr anymore cos i do NOT check on them but also nobody in the fr community here ever mentions/tags/reblogs from/etc #them so i dont think that theres a risk of anyone here stumbling across them #and tbh youre all so lovely i feel like if you DID see them you’d all be like ‘JESUS christ’ and auto-block their freak ass #anyway uhhh idk where i was going with this i just get kinda?? triggered by things that remind me of their behaviours and how they might #try and hurt me even now years later and it freaks me out a lot #personal #vent #negative

[bigendershadowthehedghog]

to the person in my askbox trying to accuse my mom of child abuse for homeschooling me: reevaluate the way you interact with people online please. also why do you phrase it like texas is the only place to exist

#not posting it because theyre off anon and i dont want anyone going after them this isnt a big thing and i dont want them getting harrassed #also im sorry if i come off rude here but like #in the tags of the homeschooling poll i literally said i dropped out because the TEACHERS were abusing me #like my mom had me drop out because none of the teachers followed safeguarding rules and i was actually in danger #i was having severe blackouts and getting out of school and none of the teachers did anything about it #even though anything couldve happened i couldve gotten hit by a car someone couldve kidnapped me ect ect #and none of those things happened but i dont know what went on in those blackouts so anything couldve happened in that time #and when i wasnt having blackouts the teachers were lying to both me and my parents #and they did this with another kid too #like i get your point but i wouldve been in more danger if i stayed #and i couldnt have transferred to another school because all the ones in the area have full waiting lists or are notably WORSE for safety #so i promise you my mom is not trying to homeschool me to isolate me i actually felt more isolated when i was in school than i do now #she has her issues sometimes and i can rightfully point those out but i promise she is definetly not abusing me #i know theres a whole different culture arround homeschooling in america but like i even said i dont live in america. i live in the uk #i also never mentioned texas at any point idk where you got that from #i understand that homeschooling CAN be used for abuse however this is not the case here

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ IS IT OVER NOW? (IT ISN'T) ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: all good things come to an end, including your relationship—but don't worry, broken hearts can be mended, but only if you're both willing to try.

contents: fem!reader. you two break up and make up! you guys fight/break up over something that coulda been resolved with better communication. kinda suggestive ending, maybe i'll drop a part two if this does alright. satoru announces your break-up on his stream. longest fic i've posted so far, 4k words (kms).

author's note: the long awaited angst has finally arrived.. big thank you to @screampied for beta-reading!! tagging @yunymphs who read it early and @sutorus + @kentopedia who i both miss very much!!

ever since you first joined satoru on his stream, it’s gotten way more popular than either of you could’ve ever expected. before he brought you onto his live, he was averaging about eight thousand views per stream. now, his average was well over fifteen thousand—and that wasn't even including the publicity he got from other websites. when satoru accidentally left the camera on while you two made out, you two went viral on twitter. and when another user tried to swipe him away, the clip got over a hundred thousand views on youtube.

at first, satoru didn't mind the change his stream was going through—in fact, he welcomed it. but lately, things have been… different.

last week, while satoru was playing in some competition, he won first out of hundreds of equally proficient players. had it been anyone else, their comments would've been filled with congratulations and good job's, but in his case, all satoru got were messages asking where you were. that wasn’t the first time—ever since that very first day, when you showed up on his stream, satoru’s audience has entirely shifted. and honestly, if you were in his position, you'd be a bit annoyed. anyone would be. 

but you had never expected that it would be so big of a deal that you and satoru—the "cutest couple on the internet"—would break up over it.

you walk along the chilly, suburban sidewalk up to your boyfriend’s house. satoru had just sent you a message asking if you could come over, and like always, you answered with an immediate yes. a flock of crows fly by, raven feathers providing a stark contrast between them and the pale gray sky around you. it’s gray and gloomy, but not unpleasant. 

a sweet, romantic song plays in your ears as you knock three times on satoru’s front door. his familiar voice calls out “coming!”, and you can hear his footsteps grow louder and louder until he swings open the door. satoru smiles down at you, cheeks already rosy from the cold winter air. “hey.”

you tilt your head and smile back at him. “that’s all i get? hey?” you huff, walking into his living room behind him as the door closes behind you. “d’you have any hot chocolate? i’m freezing,” you say, licking your lips. satoru turns and pauses, an unreadable expression on his face. “satoru?”

after a moment, your boyfriend snaps out of it. “oh, yeah, sorry,” he says ruefully. satoru rubs his eyes with one hand and uses the other to open the door to his bedroom, and as you follow him in, you’re hit with a blast of warm air. “i’m just kinda tired, but yeah, i have some hot cocoa in here. c’mon.”

“anything i can do for you?” you offer, sitting down on the corner of his bed. you’ve been to his house so many times that it feels like home—maybe even more so than your own place. everything about satoru’s room is comfortable, from his plush chairs to the faux-fur blankets draped over every single piece of his furniture. you could probably fall over at any given point and it wouldn’t actually hurt—you’d just land on something soft and/or fluffy.

but that wasn’t all that made you so in love with his home. it was just the way it felt—words couldn’t describe the way everything was just so right and just so perfect, and you really did hope that you’d never have to see a time where you wouldn’t be able to spend time with your boyfriend here.

it really is a shame that all good things had to come to an end. at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself as satoru finally told you why he called you over. unlike nearly every other time, it wasn’t because he missed you or wanted to cuddle—it was quite the opposite, really.

“i don’t think this is working.”

six words that shattered the life you had come to know and love.

“is this a joke?” you try, an unnerved smile spreading across your lips against your will. he doesn’t reply instantly, which is so out-of-character for him that it makes you stiffen up. “satoru, this isn’t funny—”

“i’m not kidding,” satoru murmurs, looking away. he refuses to meet your eyes, and some part of you is still desperately trying to find reason in the chaos that’s slowly taking over your mind. how could it be that everything was just fine two minutes ago and now it’s anything but that? did something happen? did you say the wrong thing? did you—

“it’s not funny,” you insist, still somehow clinging onto your slowly-dwindling hope. maybe you’re in denial, but still, you were sure that everything was fine—no, that everything is fine. there was no past-tense, right? how could the glass home you’d built with your bare hands just crash down at the throw of a pebble?

satoru finally meets your eyes, and your breath catches in your throat. there’s no amused glimmer in his eyes, no “just kidding” in sight, and even worse, you can’t even see an ounce of the love or adoration you’d come to grow so attached to in just a couple months.

“what happened?” you whisper, miraculously managing to keep yourself together. you’d never forgive yourself if you just started crying over a breakup you weren’t even sure was happening—what little’s left of your pride is holding on. you allow yourself to wrap your arms around your chest, curling into your own embrace. 

satoru doesn’t reply for a long second. right when you’re sure he just won’t reply, he does, and it all comes spilling out in a messy stream of words. “it’s just… i can’t do this anymore. i can’t keep going online and seeing everyone on my stream talking about you. i love you, i really do, but it’s just—” satoru shakes his head frustratedly. “i don’t know how to say it, but you know what i mean, right?”

your eyebrows furrow and you shake your head. “you’re breaking up with me because you’re tired of seeing me?”

“no, fuck,” satoru groans, running a hand through his hair. his previously cool and collected demeanor starts to fall apart as he takes a step back. “i don’t know how to explain it, but— shit, you wouldn’t understand.”

you swallow and start to stand up, still willing to try. “then help me understand, satoru, i—”

“you’ve seen the comments, and you’ve seen all the posts on twitter,” satoru says, tilting his head back and glaring at the ceiling. “it’s not your fault, but i really just can’t stand everyone disregarding me and turning my own stream into a youtube channel starring you.”

his words sting like alcohol in an open wound, and you fight the battle of your life to prevent the thousands of tears hiding behind your eyes from being visible. even so, your voice wobbles ever so slightly as you say “that’s a bullshit reason to break up, satoru—”

your boyfriend—is he even still your boyfriend?—scoffs and shakes his head, stumbling back and falling into his chair. "for you, it isn't. you wouldn’t understand. for me, it's like everyone's just... invalidating the three years i've spent on this shit. and i can't do it anymore, i just can't."

you blink slowly, backing away towards his bedroom door. "what does that mean?"

satoru exhales a bitter laugh and turns away, the back of his chair facing you. you think you can hear him take a soft, shaky breath as the room falls silent. neither of you make a sound before satoru turns back toward you, a blank look on his face.

he looks up at you, azure eyes devoid of the sparkle you've become so familiar with. satoru smiles sadly, but to your dismay, there's no real emotion behind it. it's almost like he's already accepted it when he says, "it means we—" he pauses and looks away. "this is over."

you reach out toward him, desperate to hold on to him—to the invisible string that ties you and satoru together, but he's just out of your grasp. "satoru, it isn't even that big of a deal, why are you—"

satoru turns and fixes you with a stern glare, and just like that, the string that kept you and satoru together for months, maybe years snaps, and you're left with a limp strand of what it once was. taking the hint, you walk out of his room in a daze, hardly noticing the way he says "i'm sorry".

and the worst part? he said he still loved you. but apparently that wasn’t enough.

satoru has every right to be annoyed that his stream is only growing because of you—his stream was the way he made money, and after all, it was never meant to be about you. 

and maybe he was never meant to be for you either.

the walk home is cold and lonely. you slip a hand into your pocket—the pocket of satoru's hoodie, which you should probably return to him—and extract your earphones. it probably isn't a good idea to wear both outside as you walk home, but you do it anyway—this day can't possibly get any worse.

a soft voice murmurs words of sorrow and encouragement in your ear as the music takes you to another world. maybe this—the breakup—was meant to happen. maybe it was a mistake to date a boy with thousands of fans.

as soon as you get home, your phone dings softly. you pick it up and frown when you see it's from toru. you'd have to change that name later.

toru: idk if u blocked me already but i still have a lot of ur things, do u wanna come pick them up later?

toru: or i can drop them off tmrw ig

you miss the way he used to text you—with an obnoxious amount of exclamation points and an even worse amount of emojis. now, it's like all of the flavor's gone from his words, and it hurts. that's when it actually settles in, that this is really over. it hurts like an icicle being driven straight through your heart, and it stings like one, too.

satoru's texts are left on delivered for five whole minutes before you reply, and it's only with an "i'll come by tmrw". he likes the message less than a minute later, and you're left to wallow in your misery alone until you finally drift off to sleep.

the next morning, you open your phone to a notification alerting you that satoru’ll be live on stream in ten minutes. curiosity kills the cat, but in this case, maybe it’d be worth it to see what he tells his viewers about your breakup. after all, there’s no way he wouldn’t tell them—he always had something to say about you, and he’d probably rather tell them for sure rather than let them come up with ridiculous theories on their own.

so you hastily make a new account using some email account you haven’t touched since middle school, trying a couple different passwords until you remember the one that works. the website hits you with a hundred questions, asking you about your favorite games and who’d you like to subscribe to first. you choose satoru, albeit after a second of hesitation. two minutes later, sparklingzebra672 joins your ex-boyfriend’s stream. you wait a second, holding your breath as the live loads. a brief moment later, satoru’s painfully familiar face appears on your screen.

“hey guys,” satoru says, forcing a smile on his face. even from behind a screen, you swear you can feel his eyes on you. “how’s everyone today?” 

the already unstable smile on satoru’s face falls when he opens the comments and gets greeted with a flurry of where’s your girlfriend’s. had you been anyone else, you probably wouldn’t have noticed the way satoru’s eyes dulled ever so slightly or the way he curled into himself, but being the girl who once knew him best, you could tell.

“oh, she won’t be back on here for… a while,” satoru starts, dancing around the topic. he leans back against his chair and tilts his chin up, azure eyes focused on the ceiling. “we broke up.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the way satoru’s comments explode. it’s almost like you can hear the shocked gasps coming from all fourteen—no, twenty thousand viewers as the words nobody thought would ever they’d hear from satoru are spoken.

suguru-geto: holy shit im so sorry 

toji-fushiguro: wait wtf r u kidding?? that's fuckin crazy

yuuji-itadori: omg i thought u guys were together forever :(

inumaki: chat is this real??

satoru shrugs, averting his eyes from the hundreds of comments pouring in, but you scroll through and read them all. everyone, even satoru’s haters, seems genuinely shocked. in fact, had this not been your own breakup, you would’ve been one of them, begging and pleading satoru for more details.

“yeah, we did,” satoru murmurs, eyebrows furrowing just enough for you to read his expression. now that you’re looking closer, you can see the subtle redness underneath his eyes—had he been crying too? and maybe you’re imagining it, but his hair seems a bit dishelved too. your ex-boyfriend shrugs, forcing his face back into his usual lighthearted expression, but it’s not fooling anyone.

satoru scowls at the new flood of comments asking him why you two broke up. some people are already hypothesizing—maybe it’s because you got jealous of his fame, or maybe he got sick of you. maybe you left him to go date some other streamer, or maybe—

“i’m actually gonna end the stream here, ‘cause i don’t really want to deal with all of this right now,” satoru says with a frown. his eyes are narrowed irritably as a couple users protest, still begging for more details. “you guys know that i’m a real person with my own life, right? fuck off.”

and just like that, the stream ends. you’re left with a blank screen and a message saying that satoru’s ended the live, so you shut your laptop. your stomach turns as you groan, just remembering that you have to go over to his place later to retrieve your things, and somehow, you’d have to pretend that you didn’t just stalk his stream to see if he’d say anything substantial about the breakup.

a couple minutes after the stream ends, your phone blows up—every mutual friend you and satoru have is messaging you about what he said, but you can’t bring yourself to open any of them. except for one.

suguru: r u ok?

you: yeah ig

suguru: do u want anything?

satoru’s best friend’s question catches you off-guard—there are a lot of things you want. you want this whole situation to go away. you want the world to disappear. and most of all, you want satoru back, without the online world attached.

but suguru can’t do any of those things, can he? so you leave him on read. 

somehow, you fall back asleep, tossing and turning in your bed without satoru’s steady arms to accompany you. a couple hours later, you wake up again, wincing from the dim sunlight that pours through your windows and directly into your eyes. it’s just past five, so you figure that you might as well go down to satoru’s house and get your things. better to do it now than drag it out for an uncertain amount of time.

the walk is shorter than you remember, but maybe it’s just the absence of music pouring into your ears that makes it seem that way. you watch the wilted autumn leaves flutter in the wind, falling down onto the sidewalk like pieces into place. once upon a time, you had walked these very streets with satoru—it’s a fond memory you remember only all too well.

when you finally step onto your ex’s doorstep, the door opens before you even have a chance to knock. and there he is—the boy who’d once been the love of your life. satoru looks down at you with an unreadable expression. “hey.”

you think you’ve seem this film before, and you didn’t like the ending.

satoru spares you from having to reply by opening the door wider and beckoning you inside. “i already put most of your stuff into a couple boxes, but i thought you’d wanna check on your own. just in case i forgot something.”

you nod and walk past him, not trusting your voice to be steady. this was harder than you expected—much harder. in fact, you’re practically on the verge of breaking down when you step into satoru’s room and look around and see just how different it looks without the touches of you everywhere.

the fortnite poster you’d given him as a joke for the second anniversary of his stream was gone from his wall, and so were the two mini succulents that used to sit on the corner of his desk. the white cat plushie that used to rest on his pillow was gone, too—probably stuffed somewhere in one of the boxes outside his bedroom door.

after nearly a minute of looking around, you decide that whatever satoru possibly could’ve missed wasn’t important enough for you to have to stick around any longer.

you turn and start to exit satoru’s room so fast that you nearly crash into him when he suddenly appears in the doorway. “shit, sorry about that,” you mumble, trying to walk around him. but of course, because the universe is actually praying on your downfall, you and satoru both walk the same way at the same time. you awkwardly try to go around each other, and eventually, the humiliation is over.

“so, you got everything?” satoru asks, walking beside you with his hands in his pockets. you nod, bending over to pick up one of the two boxes. it’s pretty heavy, but not unmanangable. you just don’t really seem to know if you’ll be able to carry both back home at once. 

“oh, uh, i’ll be right back,” you say tentatively. a flash of confusion appears in satoru’s eyes, so you clarify, “i’m gonna go grab my car. that’ll make it easier.”

satoru’s eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head. “no, it’s alright. your place isn’t far from here at all, i’ll just take the other and walk back with you.”

“no, really, it’s alright.”

“it’s the easiest option, ba—” satoru cuts himself off, stopping himself from calling you baby for the first time since you two had started dating. “sorry.”

“let’s just go.”

the walk back to your house is brutal. you walk side by side with satoru since the path is wide enough for you to do so, and you two just keep bumping into each other. had you still been dating, satoru probably would’ve dropped the box and scooped you up instead, kissing your cold face to warm it up. of course, that would’ve added five minutes to your walk, but it would’ve been better than the tense silence dividing you and satoru right now. 

the wind whistles around you, brushing at your skin and making you shiver with every gust—there’s nothing more you’d like than to go home, plop on your couch and cry while watching the titanic for the hundredth time. 

after what seems like three hundred awkward hours later, you and satoru finally make it to your house. “thanks,” you say quietly, setting down your box in front of the door. 

satoru places his next to yours and slips his hands back into his pockets. he nods and replies, “no problem,” but still doesn’t leave.

you cross your arms, and tilt your head, meeting his eyes hesitantly. “umm, do you need anything else?”

satoru coughs tensely and shrugs. “oh, uh, not really, just—” his eyes drift down to your top, and your face grows warm when you realize you’re still wearing his hoodie. 

“shit, my bad,” you mumble, internally cringing and resisting the urge to say every curse word you know. could this day really get any worse?

well, at least satoru looks equally as embarrassed. he shakes his head and gestures for you to keep it on. “it’s fine, it’s kinda cold anyways. keep it.” satoru hesitates, shuffling his feet before continuing, “if you want something… to remember me by.”

what you say next was done entirely against your will. “do you still love me?” you ask suddenly, not sure what otherworldly force prompted you to do so. you instantly regret it when satoru’s face goes even redder, and you can tell it’s not from the cold the way his blush spreads to his ears.

“i— uh, i mean—”

“answer me, satoru, i think i have a right to know.”

he looks away and mumbles something about needing to go back home, to feed his fish or something (he doesn’t have a fish), and you grab his hand just as he starts to turn away. “please, satoru, i need to know,” you breathe, squeezing his hand harder when he flinches. 

ten silent seconds tick by, but you still don’t let go. so satoru sighs, a soft white puff of air coming from his lips. “yeah.”

your heart breaks again.

“then why did you—”

“because i don’t know how to do this,” satoru says, blue eyes darting all over the place. “i love you, i really do, but i just can’t— i don’t like having thousands of people thinking that i’m only worth looking at if i’m with you, it’s annoying and it pisses me off and i don’t want to accidentally take it out on yo—”

you cut him off with a kiss, ignoring the way he yelps a little in surprise. but thankfully, he doesn’t push you away—instead, his arms instantly wrap around you and pull you closer into his warm, warm chest. satoru’s lips are a little dry, but still minty as ever from the peppermints he’s constantly munching on. he kisses you back like a man starved of affection, and when you two finally break apart, his eyes are just as hungry.

“you idiot,” you whisper, trailing your fingers through his hair as tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “you shoulda just talked to me about it first.”

“i know,” satoru mumbles, looking down bashfully. “‘m sorry.”

“you should be.” you pause, watching satoru’s lips curve into a pouty frown. “i’m sorry too,” you murmur, and he looks up, confused. “i should’ve seen this coming.”

satoru shakes his head and presses his lips to your forehead, lingering for a couple seconds before pulling back. “i missed you.”

“i was gone for less than a day, satoru.”

“oh, so you didn’t miss me?”

“i did,” you admit, exhaling a puff of air when satoru smiles smugly. “shut up, it’s not a competition!”

“yeah it is, but fine, you win,” satoru gives in with a dramatic sigh, reaching down and twining his fingers with yours. his hands, which are significantly bigger than yours, instantly warm you up. “but only ‘cause i don’t want you to break up with me next.”

“i hate you, y’know that?” you grumble, leaning into his side and letting satoru kiss the top of your head. he hums in agreement, reaching out and opening your front door. 

“i’m sure you do, baby. now c’mon, let’s get inside n’ warm up. i wanna make it up to you,” satoru says with a grin, bending over and scooping up both boxes. 

“oh, yeah? how do you plan to do that?” you challenge, going inside first and holding the door open for satoru. once he’s inside, you close the door and instantly get pinned against it by satoru, whose hands are already creeping underneath your clothes. “satoru, your hands are col—”

he cuts you off by pressing his equally cold lips to yours, smiling against your mouth as he tugs at your clothes. “i know, baby. but i’ll keep you nice n’ warm for the rest of the night, i promise!”

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[justonefeather]

I didnt want to like derail or overtake a post by adding tags but my brain is trying to process this and I'm "talking out loud" about it here..

Regarding like unlearning all of the things society decided to imprint on me/us about black folks and poc. I wish had like. Concrete steps i could read so i could take them, if that makes sense. Like i try to be good at learning people-related things. But it's hard to understand when someone says you should just know [x] because it's not like i wouldn't love to know or I'm not trying to figure it out. I think it's one of those "things you don't know you don't know" situations. Like I understand that a lot of the way our society is built is detrimental to many peoples ability to live and live comfortably. And i understand some things will effect other people more than me because of things like their skin or heritage or some other trait. l guess i don't know how to find like. The answer to how do I make things better. Being considerate is cool but i feel like it's not enough. I just don't know how to get to what would be enough? And i don't know what string to put in a search engine in order to find that.

#Like i can try to tell my family hey that's really fucked up to say but does it matter if they don't listen to me? Because they never do #I can show up for events and protests and try to ~vote~ but does it matter when those don't produce change? Bc again- they don't #I wish I could really really read more like a whole book without taking a fucking Adderall so that my brain doesn't quit on me and i #End up reading the same paragraph over and over for 30 minutes but it stops looking like words and i can't understand the sentence #Although that last piece has gotten worse with whatever brain fuckery has been happening and idk if that's actually ADHD related #It's just i guess like ok what can I do as in what is there out there that would help that i could be capable of doing #I genuinely not-joking want to know because i feel like it's not enough but i don't know what enough looks like for an individual's actions #And i don't want to make someone do work for me by asking them like to make me a fucking list? Ideally someone out there has already #And i can look at things and be like ok this is something i can do right now and i can work on this one too and get better at this etc #But without examples i don't really know where to start and my brain gets kind of overwhelmed thinking about large things in general #Even little (relative to society) things like cleaning my whole apartment. If i don't break into smaller chunks of tasks i get panicky #so i would like to do the making big tasks into smaller steps thing with big things like this. But i don't know where to start #I will have to try to think on it but without having the experiences i might think.. not accurately (not sure how to phrase this) #Like i said this is me talking to myself and does not need a response I'm just wishing i was better at this #Also I'm sorry for people who read my paragraphs of tags. Idk if anyone does especially when they get long like this. But I'm sorry x.x

[orcelito]

OK tales of arise spoilers ahead if anyone cares about it

I'm up on Lenegis now and I am having the TIME of my life with how relevant Dohalim is to all this. Like EVERYONE recognizes him. I'm realizing I have fallen for one of the best characters to fall for. I am Feasting.

#speculation nation #uhmmm i can make a spoiler tag. if people care about that. #toarise spoilers/ #Sure we can go with that. idk if anyone cares but i feel bad talking blatant spoilers about things lol #other than p5 that is. if ur following me & expect no p5 spoilers well I am very sorry lmfao that ship has long sailed #but yea we already met someone from his past. who called him 'Do' 😭 #references made to Old Hurts... #and everyone and their goddamn mother recognized him on sight. i love it very much #he really was such an amazing ally to gain. he's so high regarded. #we wouldve never gotten this far without him. not without a fight. #and he flew a SPACE SHIP. hfkshfkhs him being like 'well im just supervising the autopilot' UR STILL FLYING A SPACE SHIP #im thinking about actually trying to play him in fights. ive stayed playing alphen bc im boring like that lol #but like. i could see him more. he's already a permanent member of my fighting team. hmmmm #loving how lenegis has strings bgm. it really brings to mind Dohalim's backstory. which i rly hope was intentional bc Ow #hfkshfkd so excited to see where things go from here