#to be frienda again. *i* was ready to be friends again.'

[stxrmylxve]

Hi!

How about a Mikey x reader do-over? Like after time-leaping into the final timeline he got the chance to set things right with his family and frienda but also the reader? Meet them again for the first time or give them a better life... I am curious how would that go in your mind?

Only if you are into such a thing?

Also big thank you on your chifuyu x reader piece from before. I loved it. 💜

Oh my gosh hi again!! i’m so so glad you liked it <33

READ BEFORE: pre timeskip mikey is in the bonten arc where he was white hair and is a killer. post timeskip, he goes back to when shinichiro was alive. in the anime, it does say that was when he was a tiny kid, but take that out and imagine him as the toman leader. sorry for the confusion 😭😭

“shinichiro, you don’t understand. I have to go back.” mikey pleads to his older brother, the hazy figure flickering in and out of view.

“manjiro, how am i supposed to send you back when i’m dead?” he asks, being met with sickening silence as he begins to fade out.

“i’ll do what i can, but there is no guarantee, little brother.”

Mikey doubled over and cried, knowing that it probably couldn’t come true. he cried for what felt like ages until his eye became blood red. he got up and walked past the haitani brothers, not uttering a word as he drove off on his bike. The drive home was silent and as he walked in, he went straight to his room to lay down.

He knew he had screwed up. badly. he didn’t want it to end up like this, but he got too caught up in fixing parts that didn’t need to get fixed, not to mention in the wrong way. he drifted off to sleep in thought, hoping to sleep soundly and wake up to a whole new, and correct, world.

“jiro, manjiro..”

the words woke him up, but yet his eyes were met with a white background.

“hello?” he called out, the image of shinichiro and y/n flickering into vision.

“good morning sleepyhead.” y/n says with a giggle as shinichiro grins down.

“where am i?” mikey asks as he looks around; everywhere was pure white.

“in a loop. i had a talk with a friend of mine, they can send you back.” shinichiro scowl as mikey beems with delight.

“really?! this-“

“but,” shinichiro interupts, causing mikey to wither almost instantly as y/n fades out, “promise me this, manjiro. fix y/n correctly this time.” he finishes with a sour frown.

mikey tears up at the sight he had seen so vividly; the sound of you falling limp on the ground as the men beside you cackled and took down their poles. he had hunted all of the men down, but it still didn’t feel right. it hadn’t fixed anything, you were still gone from his life and would never come back.

“i promise.” mikey mutters as he wipes his tears with a determined smile and held his hand out. shinichiro smiled back and took his hand, and the rest was a blur. it was like he was getting sucked into his own skin, something too small it didn’t hurt, but it was beyond uncomfortable.

He shot up in his bed, sweat coating his forehead like a sheet. he looked around, it was his old bedroom. he found the placement of the clock, it’s numbers reading ‘10:26 am, August 14th’ as he sighed.

Izana kicked the door open with a sigh, mumbling something before turning to mikey. “mikey, you have a meeting at 11:00, remember? get ready or you won’t have enough time to get to the shrine.” he says as he shuts the door again, a big smile forming on mikey’s lips as he jumped out of bed.

He threw on his uniform and brushed his teeth, cursing when a drop of toothpaste fell and got on his sock and the floor. he stumbled out of his bedroom and was met with the smell of shinichiro’s cooking, dragging him to the kitchen to see his older brother alive and happy.

“MANJI- oh, good morning.” he says, surprised mikey was down here before his morning call.

He doesn’t respond, just rushes over and hugs the taller man as small tears form in his eyes.

“woah hey, what’s up?” shinichiro asks. he guesses that he wouldn’t know about the time leap since this shinichiro wasn’t present in the conversation.

“nothing, and hey, don’t go to the bike shop today? okay? I’ll cover.” mikey says with a smile as he takes a dorayaki off of the counter and walks to the door.

“mikey, i have detailing to do-“

“no, don’t do it today. take the day off for once, please?” he pleads, knowing all too well how it would work out by night time.

“fine. don’t be out for too long, i expect a movie tonight!” shinichiro calls out as mikey waves and walks out of the door.

When mikey gets to the shrine, he is met with toman fighting.

“draken, you know it’s a bad choice! kisaki will ruin us-“

“shut up takemichi!” baji says as he punches him, nailing his right in the nose with a crunch.

“baji-san, stop!” chifuyu calls out as he rushes to takemichi’s aid, wiping the blood gushing from the boy’s nose with a frown.

“baji, drop it.” mikey says darkly as he walks through the fight, everyone stiffening and rushing to their formations in an instant.

“draken, do the meeting. baji, come here.” mikey says as he muches on his dorayaki, draken cocking an eyebrow before shrugging and beginning the meeting himself. baji rolls his eyes and trudges over to where mikey sat away from the meeting.

mikey takes the last bite and punches baji in the gut, catching baji off guard as he doubles over with a groan.

“what i says goes, alright? i want kisaki out, now.” mikey says as he glares at baji with angered eyes, “by the way, if you lay another finger on takemichi, you’re out too. you even made the rule of no fighting amongst members, idiot.” mikey says as he walks away, sitting back down next to draken as he looks through the crowd for kisaki. of course he wasn’t there, how generous of hanma to show up.

“hanma! come here.” mikey calls as the taller male perks up with a grin. he pushes through the gang members, his lanky limbs throwing people down as he walks up a few of the steps.

“where is kisaki today?” mikey asks, hanma’s eyes narrowing as his smile falters in a frown.

“he had other business to tend to, he will be coming towards the end of the meeting.” hanma says after a while as he turns around and walks back to his conversation, his dark tone shifting to his chaotic self as he wraps an arm around takemichi with a grin.

As if on cue, kisaki shows up with a scowl as he joins hanma’s conversation.

“baji~” mikey coos as he nods towards the man, a sigh emiting from the man as he walked over with draken towards kisaki.

“im going to leave now, fill me in if anything happens.” mikey says as mitsuya and hakkai nod, allowing mikey to walk through as they watch the gang and continue to talk.

mikey looks at the time on his watch, 11:36am on the clock as he smiled. that wasn’t the worst timing persay.

he walks through an alleyway, the men scurrying to the sides as mikey walks through. he gets through and takes a right, following a small path before being face to face with your house. your parents were sitting on the front porch chatting.

mikey nervously walks towards the house, your parents going quiet when they heard the gate creek open suddenly.

“uhm.. is y/n here?” he asks as your parents look him up and down with a frown.

“what do you want with her?”

“hey mom- oh, hey mikey.” you say as you create a awkward stalemate conversation.

“hey, can i come in?” he asks as you look for confirmation with your parents before nodding.

“sure, let me talk to them first though.” you say with a smile as you move aside so he can walk in, a small peck landing on your temple as he brushes past inside.

If he remembers right, a gang came to your house and got you and your parents. he never apologized and it bit him in the butt not too, so he was here to change your fate and redeem himself. you eventually came back inside, a frown on your face as you grumbled something and met him in your bedroom.

When you walked in, mikey was looking at all of the photos on your wall, most of which were you with a big proud smile of your accomplishments.

“what did you need?” you ask, startling him as his head drops to look at the floor.

“i’m breaking up with you.” he says, silence looming over like a storm cloud as tears formed in both his and your eyes.

“may I ask.. why?” you ask as you walk over to your desk, fiddling with a stress ball as he walked over to the window. He would have answered why, but at the gate stood the big gang of moebius, preparing to storm through the gates for you.

Mikey dashed down the hallway, flying down the stairs as he ran outside with a devilish look.

“wanna go at them? get through me you fuckers!” he yells as he runs right at Osanai, charging into him and throwing him down. he jumped from person to person as he knocked each of them out, grabbing a steel pipe from one of their hands to hit the other ones out. by the time he was done, the ground around his was littered in bodies and blood.

He looked up to see your parents staring at him in horror, holding you back as you thrashed around. he dropped the pipe as tears rolled down his cheek, turning around and walking away dispite your calls.

“Mikey watch out!”

#cliffhanger #hehe oops #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #tokyorev hanma #tokyorev baji #tokyorev draken #tokyo revengers hanma #sano mikey manjiro #tokyo rev mikey #mikey #mikey sano #tokyo revengers mikey #tr shinichiro #shinichiro headcanons #timeskip mikey #timeskip #au #alternate history #tokyorev izana #izana kurokawa #manjiro sano #haitani brothers #sano family #sano manjirou #bonten #moebius #sorry if this makes no sense #sorry guys #i hope this is okay!

[andromeda3116]

So let's talk about the Lost Generation.

This is the generation that came of age during WWI and the 1918 flu pandemic. They witnessed their world collapse in the first war that spread around the globe, and they -- in retrospect, optimistically -- called it the "war to end all wars". And that war was a quagmire. The trenches on the Western Front were notoriously awful, unsanitary and cold and wet and teeming with sickness, and bloody battles were fought to gain or lose a few feet of territory, and all because a series of alliances caused one assassination in one unstable area to spiral into a brutal large-scale war fought on the ground by people who mostly had no personal stake in the outcomes and gained nothing from winning.

On some of the worst-hit battlefields, the land is still too toxic for plant growth.

And on the heels of this horrific war, a pandemic struck. It's often referred to as "the Spanish flu" because Spain was neutral in the war, and so was the first country to admit that their people were dropping like flies. By the time the warring countries were willing to face the disease, it was far too late to contain it.

Anywhere from 50 to 100 million people worldwide would die from it. 675,000 were in the US.

But once it was finally contained -- anywhere from a year to a year and a half later -- the 20s had begun, and they began roaring.

Hedonism abounded. Alcohol flowed like water in spite of Prohibition. Music and dance and art fluorished. It was the age of Dadaism, an artistic movement of surrealism, absurdism, and abstraction. Women's skirts rose and haircuts shortened in a flamboyant rejection of the social norms of the previous decades. It was a time of glitter and glamour and jazz and flash, and (save for the art that was made) it was mostly skin deep.

Everyone stumbled out of the war and pandemic desperate to forget the horrific things they'd seen and done and all that they'd lost, and lost for nothing.

Reality seemed so pointless. It's not a coincidence that the two codifiers of the fantasy genre -- J.R.R. Tolkein and C.S. Lewis -- both fought in WWI. In fact, they were school friends before the war, and were the only two of their group to return home. Tolkein wanted to rewrite the history of Europe, while Lewis wanted to rebuild faith in the escape from the world.

(There's a reason Frodo goes into the West: physically, he returned to the Shire, but mentally, he never came back from Mordor, and he couldn't live his whole life there. There's a reason three of the Pevensies can never let go of Narnia: in Narnia, unlike reality, the things they did and fought for and believed in actually mattered, were actually worth the price they paid.)

It's also no coincidence that many of the famous artists of the time either killed themselves outright or let their vices do them in. The 20s roared both in spite of and because of the despair of the Lost Generation.

It was also the era of the Harlem Renaissance, which came to the feelings of alienation and disillusionment from a different direction: there was a large migration of Black people from the South, many of whom moved to the Harlem neighborhood of New York City. Obviously, the sense of alienation wasn't new to Black people in America, but the cultural shift allowed for them to publicly express it in the arts and literature in ways that hadn't been open to them before.

There was also horrific -- and state-sanctioned -- violence perpetrated against Black communities in this time, furthering the anger and despair and sense that society had not only failed them but had never even given them a chance. The term at the time was shell-shock, but now we know it as PTSD, and the vast majority of the people who came of age between 1910 and 1920 suffered from it, from one source or another.

It was an entire generation of trauma, and then the stock market crashed in 1929. Helpless, angry, impotent in the face of all that had seemingly destroyed the world for them, on the verge of utter despair, it was also a generation vulnerable to despotism. In the wake of all this chaos -- god, please, someone just take control of all this mess and set it right.

Sometimes the person who took over was decent and played by the rules and at least attempted to do the right thing. Other times, they were self-serving and hateful and committed to subjugating anyone who didn't fit their mold.

There are a lot of parallels to now, but we have something they didn't, and that's the fact that they did it first.

We know what their mistakes and sins were. We have the gift of history to see the whole picture and what worked and what failed. We as a species have walked this road before, and we weren't any happier or stronger or smarter about it the first time.

I think I want to reiterate that point: the Lost Generation were no stronger or weaker than Millennials and Gen Z are today. Plenty of both have risen up and fought back, and plenty have stumbled and been crushed under the weight. Plenty have been horribly abused by the people who were supposed to lead them, and plenty have done the abusing. Plenty of great art has been made by both, and plenty of it is escapist fantasy or scathing criticism or inspiring optimism or despairing pessimism.

We find humor in much the same things, because when reality is a mess, both the absurd and the self-deprecating become hilarious in comparison. There's a reason modern audiences don't find Seinfeld as funny as Gen X does, and many older audiences find modern comedy impenetrable and baffling -- they're different kinds of humor from different realities.

I think my point accumulates into this: in spite of how awful and hopeless and pointless everything feels, we do have a guide. We've been through this before, as a culture, and even though all of them are gone now, we have their words and art and memory to help us. We know now what they didn't then: there is a future.

The path forward is a hard one, and the only thing that makes it easier is human connection. Art -- in the most base sense, anything that is an expression of emotion and thought into a medium that allows it to be shared -- is the best and most enduring vehicle for that connection, to reach not just loved ones but people a thousand miles or a hundred years away.

So don't bottle it up. Don't pretend to be okay when you're not. Paint it, sculpt it, write it, play it, sing it, scream it, hell, you can even meme it out into the void. Whatever it takes to reach someone else -- not just for yourself but for others, both present and future.

Because, to quote the inimitable Terry Pratchett, "in a hundred years we'll all be dead, but here and now, we are alive."

#politics #us politics #optimism #history #humanism #gnu terry pratchett #(i suppose. i do think that i wouldn't be able to think of this in this way without - for example - having read small gods.) #which also sort of illustrates the point? i mean sir terry has been dead five years but his words live on to inspire even now #i've gotten a lot of humbling responses to 'such selfish prayers' that echo that sort of sentiment - and more recently - that just reiterate #to me how important art is in connecting to others #i mean.... i wrote that fic four years ago when i was myself going through a tough time and it may seem like i Had I Together but really #i was writing out what i desperately needed to hear; what i wanted to be told #that's why it is on occasion a little... unfair to aang perhaps (although i think that's more in the writing than the intent) #i was dealing with the end of that kind of relationship - where he wasn't evil and it wasn't bad but we were just *wrong* for one another #and he wanted to get back together and i may even have said to a friend at the time what katara does to iroh about 'i thought he was ready #to be frienda again. *i* was ready to be friends again.' #and especially the last chapter was me writing out what i needed to believe. i distinctly recall thinking 'maybe this is too idealistic.' #before deciding that if ever there was a time for ideals it was that moment. i *needed* the ideals. i *needed* that katara. #and that's clearly resonated with a lot of people and that makes my heart so full i don't even know how to respond #art is how we connect with one another; it's how we survive these trials and help each other through #art is always valuable if only for its sake #i'm trying so hard to get into writing again but mostly what i've been finishing is essays like this. and i suppose that's enough for now #but i need to create again; to express. i have this scream swelling in my chest and it needs to get out and be heard.

[lunarblazes]

im definitely not crouched behind a table at work --

ok so basically my thought was that, like, the southlands had been through a lot together, right? and for better or worse, they parted as friends, comrades, and once everyone's settled back on their respective servers, Mumbo finds himself missing his new friends.

and its fine! its fine, he doesn't - it takes a lot of work to travel across servers, and he doesnt want to bother Xisuma, and nobody else from their group seems to miss Jimmy and Martyn quite as much, yeah?

so Mumbo goes around feeling sorry for himself, and then feeling bad that hes feeling sorry for himself, until he finally bumps into Impulse and Ren at one of their shops.

to his surprise, theyre talking about Martyn! and....its almost like Ren's seen him recently? that's odd, because Impulse hasn't traveled recently, but Ren?

well, Ren's been to MCC over the weekend. and bumped into two someones while there.

cue a fun little road trip fic where Grian and Ren (who have noticed that their friends are looking down, and had been trying to find ways to make them feel better, but theyre both so damn stubborn when it comes to asking for things for themselves, and it definitely wasnt an engineered coincidence, no way, what're you talking about?) coax Mumbo and Impulse into coming to an MCC as their +1s

and its a lot, the MCC server on event day is a chaotic place (especially for two people who've never been), and Grian and Ren are whisked away early on to get ready, but not before they can point their guests in the direction of the viewing stands

they have a great time! Impulse and Mumbo get to watch an MCC live for once, and its way more fun to be able to cheer for all the teams that their frienda are on.

once the event winds down, as participants and their friends are slowly trickling out, Impulse and Mumbo manage to find Jimmy and Martyn.

its awkward, at first. the last time they'd all been together, they'd been in the middle of a death game.

but Martyn cracks a truly terrible a-ha pun, and Jimmy smacks him, and Mumbo demands that he give him something "for the swear jar!", and Impulse is laughing so hard he's crying.

they spend a few hours together, eating snacks from the vendors, catching up together. its good. and Grian comes around with Ren eventually, adding to the party (more a-ha puns are made, and Grian nearly tackles Martyn).

they part with a promise to meet up again soon, and Mumbo and Impulse go home feeling much better, after it all.

hope this is good!! here's to our southerner boys being friends <3

this is just,,,, so cute,,, i love them just vibing at mcc after being smuggled in HEHE!! imagine them at a dodgebolt match, yelling and cheering for the teams and tensely watching the final shots! and mumbo actually has been in mcc once before (mcc 6 i think?), it’d be kinda hilarious for him to see everything that’s changed with this lil visit :^D!!! lovely lovely idea!!

#inthelittlewood #grian #impulsesv #rendog #solidarity gaming #mumbo jumbo #mcc #last life #sooooo good <3

[indymoonchild]

WHY I DIDN'T REPORT

1st: I was 13, he 14, he was my first boyfriend. I wasn't ready to tongue kiss or all the other stuff and made this very clear, he still did it and afterwards said "see this isn't so bad". I didn't want to go against it since he said he was depressed and would jump in front of a train. I didn't report because I didn't want to ruin his life anymore since I saw his parents were very hard on him, and I was supposed to like it.

2nd: I was 14 he was 17, he lived in a village next to mine, when I broke up with him for cheating with my best friend at that time he begged me to stay and talk about it, so I did but he stayed quiet. when I wanted to bike away he grabbed my bike so I couldn't get away. He held me tight and grabbed my breast as tight as possible and pinched me really hard I screamed. He kissed me and grabbed my butt whispered dirty things in my ear. I told him I didn't want this but he said that he wouldnt let go of me unless I took him back and got to see him tomorrow. So I agreed to those things for the sake of letting me go. When I got home I deleted and blocked him on everything.

3nd: I was 15 he was 17, our first date was at a local zoo where he unexpectedly put his hand down my pants in the middle of the zoo. I put his hand away, but he put it back and grabbed thighter every time. Later when we wanted to go, he tried pulling me into a bush near the zoo, my dad came right on time because I didn't wanna go with the guy. The relationship lasted 4 months, and I ended it because he became posessive, and he talked behind my back to his frienda and had a lot to say about my appearence. I didn't report because I didn't see this as rape or abuse at that time, I thought is was what I deserved, so he said.

4th: I was 15 he 18, he lived in the same village. Most of the time I didn't want sex because of my exes. He didn't really listen. I most of the time pretended I liked having sex or pretended I was asleep, because he was very intimidating and threatened me a couple times, and also gave me bruises.

5th: same guy, but I was now 16 and he 19. I came back to him because I thought it was the only love I deserved, and the only person who'd ever love me. The threats got worse and when I broke uo with him I got severe anxiety and panic attacks because he threatened me that he would kill me or let somebody else kill me when he saw me again. I didn't report because of fear.

I still haven't reported any of these guys, and I don't kmow if I should. I don't want to bring it all up again in detail.

#whyididntreport

[princephil]

hey tysm for the last post i sent u msjdjfnfndj but like cn i rant again h so its abt ny relatiobship,,, ok so ik y gf loves me n all and i love her but i dont thibk i wna date anynire byt i stull want to be friends byt i thought i liked her like that but after a while ive started to not feel like it as much and when shes away i feel sorta more relaxed ?? idk but i kinda feel like im doing this more for her than ne and i dont thinj i cant deal with an online relatiobship ?? i sant an irl +

+ i want an irl relatiobship and i want to be frienda again like how we were b4 bc it was chill and she us so hopefil for everything and she wants to meet irl lije soon bht ive only told 2 people about her an its jot even my best friend and i am so bad ay commitment ,,, i feel v bad and i dont know how to word this but i dont know !!!!!!! i dont want anything to ve awkward and i wany to be friends still and be able to sc and styff but liek shes also extremely sensitive and i dony want to hurt ++ her and idk what to so bc sometimss i want to have a relagionship and sometimes i dont wany to and idk . i have more to say but i have no ifea how to word this im si sorry -💕

hey!!  first of all, it’s completely valid and normal for you to feel like this. I had the same thing happen to me in a relationship (except not long distance) and you just gotta listen to and trust your feelings. The best thing you can do is tell her exactly what you told me (about how you want to be friends and commitment and long distance is hard for you and) as soon as possible because waiting too long might make things worse! Let her know that there’s no rush for her to talk to you and be your friend again and give her time and space. It’s normal if she’s not ready to be friends just yet and honestly, she might not want to for a while. Giving her space (unless she doesn’t actually want it) is the best way for her to heal. Good luck and I hope everything goes well

#anon #vanswers

[aznbaybay-blog]

Ranting mode

So Ricardo made it clear, VERY clear that he didn’t want to be with me ever again and that he wasn’t ready for responsibility. I quote, “I’m not ready for the responsibility of hubby yet..daddy maybe/I’m not the person you trying to make me be/I want to do what I want to do/I can’t with you/I don’t wanna worry about how what I do affects you/ I don’t want to care anymore/ I don’t want to get bitched at if I smoke/ I don’t wanna get in trouble for liking pics..for having frienda/For going our and not bringing you/You get that this shit doesn’t correlate/ No way we would work”. After this talk I blocked him and his family off my social media and on my phone in general where he can’t call or text me and vice versa. Since he said that I became determined to move on and just focus on me and my baby cause we do not need that type of stress. And because I blocked his family from my social media and I decided not to have anyone be inside the labour and delivery room I reached out to his family (his Grandma) and explained myself. She replied back so rudely claiming that she was really hurt. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I am the one that is hurt more than anyone in the sense I am the one who will have the baby alone because the baby daddy left. Also, the moment my daughter is born isn’t an everybody event. It was suppose to be mom dad and baby. No one else had a say whether Ricardo and I decided to have a baby together. It’s unfair to everyone but I am not thinking of everyone this time I am thinking about me and my daughter. This will be our moment as mother and daughter. After she is born you can come and see her or I can bring her around for her to see you. I will not be the type of mom to disappear with a baby just because a relationship went sour. I will not deny her of having a father either. But any mother on earth will understand I am trying to protect my baby. 

Two days later, out of curiousity, I unblocked Ricardo on IG and he messaged me about his grandma. I apologized despite I was trying to be mature and reach out. I did my part. Then we went at it especially because he mentioned that he honestly wanted to get back together. Again....ARE YOU KIDDING ME? After all the bullshit, crying, and feeling alone and like shit, the lies, you just want to go and tell me that? Am I easily disposable like that? Then whenever you want you want to just waltz right back into my life? Don’t get me wrong. I fuckin love this nigga and if I wasn’t pregnant I would have gotten back with him, but now I have a baby. I NEED to protect her. I’d rather deal with that bullshit and heartbreak instead of her. Did you see what he said earlier? He wants to smoke and hang with friends and whatever that means in between. You cannot smoke and come and see your baby. You cannot just drop everything to go hang out with friends whenever you want to cause you have to head home to love and care for your baby. If Ricardo wants to come back into my life and be active in his daughter’s life he has to make a ton of changes and actually stay committed to that shit.