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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for possibly invalidating a self-diagnosed autistic person

I (20sNB) met D (20sM) in an online server for an anime fandom we're both in. I'm a psychology student who was professionally diagnosed with autism in early childhood. D and I developed a friendship based on having similar fandom opinions. I don't remember how me being autistic came up in conversation but when I mentioned it, he described himself as "autistic as f#ck". Sometimes he would get into arguments with other people in the server and bring up his autism if he was called out on how he spoke to people. On his twitter he said his autism was self-diagnosed and he has no interest in getting a professional diagnosis but he could if he wanted to.

I have complicated feelings on self-diagnosis; I think there's pressure in the autistic community to accept every single self-diagnosed person as valid. I personally would never definitively say I had something that I hadn't been professionally diagnosed with. That being said, I understand that there are factors that would prevent someone from getting a diagnosis so some people *have* to only be self-diagnosed. I don't have a problem with it as long as people aren't spreading misinformation or being actively harmful, which is what I (and others) thought D was doing. My issue wasn't him being self-diagnosis, it was that he was using his self-diagnosed autism to justify incorrect (and harmful) claims.

I noticed a few times that he would make comments like "autism isn't a disability" and "some autistics have high support needs because of intellectual disability", which is just flat out wrong. D also claimed that if he was to get a diagnosis, his would be level 3 autism (which would be for someone with high support needs with severe social and communication deficits, generally nonverbal) but he also is a college student who's been in a relationship for over a year and he works part-time in retail. For context, my diagnosis happened when there was different terminology but my psychologist considers me to be somewhere between level 1 or 2 and I am also studying and working part time.

Another person in the server (let's call them P, also 20sM) brought up a different disorder that they'd been diagnosed with (not autism although P is autistic as well) and D immediately said "I probably have that too but I can't be bothered to do anything about it".

P and a few other people in the server expressed some frustration in a separate group chat about D's tendency to (a) say things about autism that just aren't true and (b) say "omg me too" every time one of us brings up things we have. Once D said autism isn't a disability the third or fourth time we'd had enough and I responded "D, that's not right". D took offense to that and claimed as a fellow autistic person I should agree with him. I said "D, I'm autistic and it's a disability, I call myself disabled because my autism is literally disabling". D said he felt like disabled is a bad word and he doesn't like using it about himself. I said "D, no one's forcing you to use it about yourself if you don't want to, but saying autism isn't a disability is just wrong". P pointed out that every time someone in the server talks about being neurodivergent D is like "omg me too" and P also said that D doesn't get to claim to be autistic while also spreading misinformation, especially when the misinformation being spread is ableist. D got mad at P for calling him ableist; he insisted he's autistic and self-diagnosis is valid. I said "I get that, but when the information you're spreading is flat-out wrong, it kind of makes me question your researching skills".

D called P and I both ableist, told us we were so privileged to be diagnosed (which neither of us disputed but also D *could* have been diagnosed but chooses not to be even though he has the resources to access a professional diagnosis) and we're "f#cking assholes" for invalidating self-diagnosed autistics. D's partner (20sF) also got involved and claimed we were bullying D and we both have "pick-me" attitudes. P and I both muted the server and disengaged for a while.

Later on, D messaged P and I both. D claimed his reaction to what was said was because of his autism. P had had enough and said "buddy, you don't get to say that" and D got mad and blocked P. I told D I was going no-contact and D could block me if he wanted. D called me an asshole and I blocked him.

It's probably worth noting that my autism means that I have difficulty interpreting people's messages in text form and tend to take what people say at face value. Sometimes D getting overly confrontational triggered my anxiety and caused me to feel very uneasy around him since it was in text form and there was no vocal tone to decipher (if that makes sense). The thing is, I don't think D is necessarily not autistic, I just think D has some internalized ableism and doesn't really understand the nuances of the autism spectrum enough to make a sound judgement and he should have maybe not made claims about an identity he knows very little about, but maybe P and I might have been a little harsh because we'd been stewing on our feelings for so long.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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secondhandsorrows · 4 months

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3 Quick Tips on Writing Dialogue

Okay… so one of the biggest writing hurdles I often face is writing dialogue. Good dialogue. I know such a statement can be pretty subjective, but there’s something to dialogue that demands attention. There’s things involved like subtext, purpose, characterization, and sense of realism. On the other hand, there’s also character voice, expression, body language, and dialogue tags (sparingly, if you can)… all of which can be important, too. Sometimes it’s tricky for me to get a handle on writing dialogue that sounds natural, less stilted, and more as though the characters are real and conversing like we humans would (not to say dialogue should include unnecessary filler-words and repetitions we tend to overuse in our day-to-day conversations).

Today, I’m going to share three quick tips I’ve accumulated from research and from my own experiences in creative fiction workshops on improving your dialogue.

1. Avoid needless filler-words and phrases.

Let’s just get this one out of the way. I know this was already mentioned a few sentences ago, but it needs to be further cemented. This is the kind of fluff that we use in day-to-day chatter, like misused grammar, useless small talk, and talking in circles that, more often than not, comes across as boring and trivial. We may think this is a good way to create realistic dialogue, but alas, there is such thing as too-realistic dialogue. Focus instead on crafting dialogue that sounds as natural as possible. At least, try to get rid of the fluff, or use it with caution, as it may bog down your pacing and slow down your readers.

This doesn’t mean you can’t utilize some small talk, repetitions, filler words, or speech patterns like stammering. Rules are sometimes meant to be bent, just a little. It can be used to create distinctions between unique character voices, lighten the mood, express an emotion that is being felt, if you know where to put them. Dialogue can — and should — be personalized to each character.

This brings me to the next point:

2. Refrain from revealing too much information at once.

Not only is this considered info-dumping, but giving away a ton of detail in a piece of dialogue can come across as stiff and out-of-place. Though it may seem convenient to utilize dialogue as a way to pass information to the reader without getting all repetitive or boring within the narrative, it tends to break away from what the character (or a real person) might actually say. Especially when it’s given to a character that has no reason or incentive to recite drawn-out exposition to give the reader some background. This can be attributed to being uncharacteristic.

Try tweaking it as to fit your character’s voice: their mood, how they communicate their values, which aspects they find more important to discuss, which topics they actively avoid or tend to overlook. Also keep in mind who they’re speaking to, and whether or not they need to hear the information, as well.

3. Think about what is being left un-said.

Now, I’ve mentioned subtext quite a bit, already. Subtext, as the definition goes from Literaryterms.net, is “the unspoken or less obvious meaning or message in a literary composition, drama, speech, or conversation.” Knowing this, we can implicitly communicate to the reader covertly a truer meaning or mood within a conversation or interaction between characters: that a character is smiling through a grimace trying to look as if he’s enjoying what his friend had cooked for him when in reality he’s forcing it to spare their feelings. Or, when a woman says “she’s fine” when actually she’s not fine (real). Her answer is forced, her tone clipped, her arms are firmly crossed and she’s angling herself away. How about when a character is pining for another? They might stammer over their words and are prone to blushing whenever they’re around.

There’s a lot of different ways you can go about using subtext. I probably could’ve added a lot more, but all I want to say for now is that the beauty of subtext allows to stir interest and to further character examination, especially in dialogue. There is more that can be said, but the characters may choose not to. It could also be used to hint at the reader, to foreshadow, facilitate themes, make contradictions, to build tension and emotion… there’s internal conflict that can be explored here. Let your characters tell their own stories in their own, unique ways.

That’s all, for now. Hope this helped!

#writer tips #writing process #creative writing #writing advice #fiction #character dialogue #writing #writing dialogue #dialogue tips #writing tips #character #on writing #story tips #subtext #writeblr #books #bookblr

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html-nae · 11 months

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T R A P S O U L

42!Miles x fem!OC

Part 2 of the 42!Miles x fem!OC series

WC: 1277

Nonviolent communication.

Nonviolent communication is based on historical principles of nonviolence.

The natural state of compassion when no violence is present in the heart.

It reminds us what we already instinctively know about how good it feels to connect with another human being.

It was just another night. Another fight for Miles’ attention.

But what do you do when you’re falling and you can’t find anything to hold on to?

Nothing.

It was also the night of Jefferson Davis’ promotion party.

‘For Aaron’, he would say. Anytime someone congratulated him on his accomplishment. ‘It’s all for my family and my brother. May he rest in power.’ Anyone could tell he missed his brother. Did he know Aaron was the prowler? Maybe. But he still loved him. So, in honor of him. He worked hard to become captain and provide for his family.

Miles promised to walk Harmony to the party.

So she got ready. A whole three hours before the party even started. She wanted her makeup to look good, she wanted her hair to look good, she wanted her outfit to look good.

Harmony wanted to look good.

For Miles.

Everyday she screamed for his attention. Sometimes it went unnoticed and sometimes it didn’t.

So she learned to count every blessing. There was no promise for tomorrow so she counted every second he dedicated to her. Even if it was small.

Harmony finished getting ready at 5:00.

The time Miles said he would get her.

Perfect.

5:10.

No Miles.

Soon 10 minutes turned into 20.

And 20 into 40.

And 40 into an hour.

And he still never came.

She decided to swallow her pride and not text him. Harmony wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe something came up, she thought.

Instead of saying anything, Harmony grabbed her bag and did a once over in the mirror before leaving.

The sun was setting and the city was alive. There was the well known traffic as well as the bright neon signs being turned on. Food merchants were still out, eager to sell whatever was left in stock before calling it quits for the night. Groups of friends walked past Harmony giggling about whatever joke was said as they passed her.

The fast life she was used to living was all going in slow motion. She got to appreciate the beauty of the city. By herself.

And she enjoyed it.

When Harmony arrived at the party everyone was there.

Except for Miles.

“Hey manmi mwen regrèt anpil mwen an reta.” Harmony said once she found Rio. (Hey mom. I’m so sorry for being late.”

Rio turned her head towards the girl with a bright smile adorning her face. She loved Harmony like the daughter she never had, always eager to speak to her and find out what was going on in her life.

“It’s no worries hija. We’re just glad you were able to make it.”

A smile made its way on the Haitian girl’s face, her eyes scanned the party hoping to find the Morales boy. Rio was quick to notice.

She knew. She knew the girl in front of her was crushing on her son. She also knew that her son was stringing her along. Rio scolded him about it many times, but each time she was met with a ‘It’s nothing mami. Honest’, and each time Rio would sigh and shut the door.

“We don’t know where he is. We checked his room and he was missing.”

The Jones girl nodded in response as the upcoming Captain slotted himself into the conversation. His glasses were slightly askew from the dancing his family dragged him into, but other than that he looked pristine. As always.

Conversations and congratulations were shared between the two, before they drifted off into Harmony’s studies and how her father was doing.

Then Miles came. With someone else.

Gwen.

Harmony watched them distance themselves from the rest of the party. She saw the way Miles looked at Gwen.

He never looked at me like that.

All the years I’ve known him. He never looked at me like I was everything to him.

“Who’s that?” Jeff questioned looking at the new girl that was hanging around his son. She was different. He knew about Harmony’s infatuation.

Everyone knew.

So he was just as confused as the next person when a new girl showed up with his son while he stood next to someone that would put their life on the line for him.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Her heart was racing. She was here. Next to him. And he looked happy.

Content.

He’s never looked this happy before.

Because it was Gwen. The girl that filled all the pages in his notebook. The same girl that he could spend hours talking about. The same girl that Miles was infatuated with.

Gwen Stacy. Not Harmony Jones

The two parents made their way towards them and ended up dragging Harmony with them.

The whole interaction lasted at least fifteen minutes. And the whole time

Miles never looked at Harmony.

He acted like she wasn’t there.

Even when Gwen dipped off and had to leave.

He never talked to her. His eyes were trained on where the blonde once stood.

Harmony finally met the girl that plagued her best friend’s mind. And she was right. She was the complete opposite of her. They shared absolutely nothing in common except for Miles.

But Gwen had Miles more than Harmony did. So they were back to square one.

Having nothing in common.

Because Harmony had to face the facts.

She couldn’t even say that they both had Miles.

Only Gwen had him.

The only thing Harmony had were distant memories that Miles probably didn’t even remember.

The Morales boy left long before the party was over. He went to follow Gwen.

Much to Harmony’s dismay.

This is what happens when Harmony thinks about him. Too caught up in her feelings. Reminiscing.

Next time I’ll be different.

She thought. She would wait on a sign and then come to the idea that it was time for a different prayer that somehow still revolved around Miles.

A boy that didn’t even see her the way she saw him.

She didn’t like being alone, but that’s exactly what happened when she went home. Thoughts of ringing his line flooded her mind as she laid down on her bed staring at her phone. Wishing that he would come home.

To her home.

Harmony wanted to balance her space. Protect her space. But Miles made it hard.

He gave her just enough to stay attached and hold onto him.

The Jones girl didn’t need the pain but with it stemming from Miles Morales, the hero of Brooklyn. She didn’t mind it all that much.

What’s left of us?

She remembered when Miles would tell her everything. When he was her best friend and would find comfort in her for anything. Now he makes promises that he doesn’t live up to. He ditches plans that he makes for them and says nothing but a mere apology if she gets one.

The same dorky kid that got humiliated on the first day of school. Is the same dorky kid thats humiliating Harmony without trying to.

He let her fall first while he stood dreaming wide awake.

And she’d do anything to be the person on his mind.

Harmony was in over her head and she couldn’t hold herself to be mad at Miles.

Because let's face it.

It was nothing but a state of nonviolent communication.

The natural state of compassion when no violence is present in the heart.

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jonillaa · 9 months

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hi hi can i request a jo slight angst then fluff at the end where you got into an argument and he cried T_T and oh! can female!reader be a noona? ^^

i feel bad seeing/imagining jo cry but he just looks so pretty when he does *flashback to &audition when he cried in that one ep 😭*

thank you so much, lovely!

STATIC ┊ asakura jo

PAIRING ┊ jo x noona!reader

GENRE ┊ slight angst , fluff

WC ┊521

WARNINGS ┊ jo cries , reader and jo are yelling at each other , arguing , bad writing , lowercase intended

SYNOPSIS ┊ jo and you have been dating for a while (before he joined &audition), but one night you both get into a heated argument about his busy schedule as an idol. the argument ends after you notice that jo is crying, which leads to you comforting him.

A/N ┊ AAAAA my first angst!! honestly i feel like this is terrible like idk i promise i wrote this in the span of 2 hours so im so sorry if it seems rushed T_T also ignore how the photos do not match with each other at all plz ..

the sound of a slammed door reverberated through the small apartment. tension hung heavy in the air as you and jo stood facing each other. you had been dating for several months now, but tonight, frustration and exhaustion drew the line between you both.

"i just don't understand why you can't make time for us," you spoke, your voice quivering with emotion. "we barely see each other anymore!"

jo’s shoulders stiffened at the accusation. he couldn't meet your gaze, instead choosing to fixate on the ground beneath his feet. "you know how busy i am as an idol, y/n. i wish you could understand."

"how am I supposed to understand if you never talk to me about it? we used to spend time together, jo. now all we have is glimpses of each other in between your hectic schedule!" your voice rose, anger and hurt seeping into their words.

frustration welled up within jo, his emotions boiling over. "it's not like i want it to be this way! being an idol is what i've worked so hard for, y/n. can’t you at least try to support me instead of adding to the pressure?"

silence hung in the air for a moment as both of them took a step back, suddenly aware of the intensity of their words. jo’s shoulders slumped, and he swiped a hand across his eyes.

that’s when you noticed the glistening tear tracks on jo’s cheeks. your anger instantly dissolved, replaced by concern and a twinge of guilt. stepping forward, you gently took jo’s trembling hands in your own.

jo tried to pull away, averting his gaze. "i-i’m sorry. i didn't mean to cry. it’s just... i’m tired, y/n. i’m tired of feeling like i’m disappointing you."

your heart sank at those words, gently letting your fingers intertwine with jo’s. "you could never disappoint me, jo. i just... i miss you. and i’m scared that we'll drift apart at this rate."

a shuddering breath escaped jo’s lips, his voice barely above a whisper. "i miss you too, y/n. but I can't give up on my dreams just because it's difficult. i don't want us to give up on each other either."

your grip tightened, voice filled with emotion. "i don't want to give up on you. i want to fight for our relationship, but i need you to meet me halfway. Communication is key, jo."

tears streamed freely down jo’s face now, his vulnerability laid bare. "y/n, i’m sorry for shutting you out. i should have talked to you about how i’ve been feeling. i... i never wanted us to argue like this."

you pulled jo into a tight embrace, your fingers gently caressing his back. "i’m sorry too, jo. i shouldn’t have lashed out. we needed this conversation, as difficult as it was."

you both stood there, holding each other, finding comfort in one another's presence. the weight between them slowly dissipated in the warmth of their shared embrace.

"i love you, y/n." jo whispered, his voice laced with raw sincerity.

"i love you too, jo. more than words could ever explain” you replied softly, your voice filled with tenderness.

#&team #&team x reader #&team scenarios #asakura jo #asakura jo fluff #asakura jo angst #asakura jo x reader #asakura jo smut #&team jo #&team jo x reader #&team jo fluff #&team jo angst #&team jo smut #jonillaa

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pluralthey · 1 year

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could we get some facts abt jessies sister/their dynamic .. she is so cool i love her design

emily is older than jessie -- not by a lot, like 2 years, always just a little bit ahead of her. jessie's always felt overshadowed by emily and is a little resentful of this, but moreso deeply wants emily's approval. she wants emily to laugh at her jokes, she wants emily to think she's smart, she wants to win against emily when they play games and then get a pat on the back from her. i think it's a pretty standard youngest-eldest dynamic. emily sees jessie as another part of her life that makes her look better. how poorly jessie is doing can correlate a lot with how much effort she feels she has to put into keeping up her own appearances at a given time. she has an air of confidence by the reassurance that she's always going to be the better between the two of them in the same way jessie has an inferiority complex from the dynamic no matter how much power she has. prior to the story she's also taken care of jessie as their parents have become older and less physically able to keep up with doing so. she lives at home with them specifically to help her parents and jessie function -- still, this is moreso about taking care of jessie than of her parents, because jessie helps their parents a lot physically. that's a less charitable/more clinical way to describe their dynamic; a lot of the more complicated, unpleasant emotions are entirely subconscious. they are really close. you'll see jessie go to emily when she's feeling uncertain or being vulnerable than her parents a lot in the story, like with her powers and about starting to see this chick she likes. conversely, you'll not see much of emily opening up to jessie for emotional support because she does not see the both of them as equals. she's probably one of the most chill people about jessie's powers simply because she can't wrap her head around jessie surpassing her (in addition to feeling like someone important to jessie whom she wouldn't harm). she's also probably one of the most direct people about asking jessie for "wishes" or favors with the god powers lmfao. about emily herself outside of jessie, she's still a pretty chill person. at least part of it is from her dad, who is also very difficult to upset. she neglects some of her social life for the sake of family, but she's not really introverted. i'm still working on her profession specifically, i know she's in the same field as shiloh (tech) and 100% works on indie games (i don't think she's like, created one from the creative side beyond sparse input to a small team) to some degree. dunno if i would say this is her primary income by any means. she also participated in speedrunning communities primarily as a glitch hunter, but the hobby has been put on the backburner since she has more responsibilities. what can i say, she's a gamer girl............ she loves to figure out how to make things break and freak out, specifically. this can extend to other areas of her life as well. the dog in that one sketch comic, trouble, is also emily's dog. trouble died a couple years prior to the start of the comic, but is revived early in at the behest of emily, whose first attempt at trying to use the powers herself is trying to revive trouble. they're best buddies. their dynamic changes drastically once trouble can "talk" but i think emily handles it well (eg. when trouble says "now you sit" she laughs and sits) also, she IS trans. she started transitioning at the end of high school and by 32 she's had like every surgery known to man and is just chilling. she's also bisexual, which kind of grinds jessie's gears because it means she can't even be The Gay One in the family.

thanks for asking, i'm love answering questions about these creatures

#not art #ask #asks #idletry #sorry they're not like a random list of facts like they used to be i kind of try to contain things to being relevant to the story now #yeah the speedrunning is relevant--#not in an exciting way

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gothhabiba · 1 year

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dont feel obligated to answer this at all; I'm sort of just musing but also really appreciate your thoughtfulness on here and wondered if you have any thoughts.

with "terminally online" often being used as a dismissal, would it serve us better to reframe complaints about the reactivity/bad faith (which at least in my spaces are what I notice get classified as terminally online) as conversations about how to improve online discourse? instead of dismissing it?

I do think there is a real difference in tone and approach in online conversations than in offline, and that online conversations can often lean towards taking others in bad faith because there are less consequences to doing so than in person. or seek to gain clout in a way that isnt as possible in casual offline conversations.

But I also recognize the importance of online spaces for disabled folks or just for people who maybe don't have the time to be engaged in physical spaces that discuss things like politics and activism. and its worth making our online spaces better for everyone.

I guess I just wonder what might be a way to approach the real problems present in online discourse spaces besides the dismissal that comes with insisting a take is just "terminally online" and leaving it at that.

Earlier (after you sent this ask) I reblogged another ask I had answered a while back regarding the phrase "terminally online" that might get into some of this!

Yeah, I definitely don't believe that there aren't any differences between online and physical spaces, or that we shouldn't talk about said differences--both the ones that may be inherent to at-a-distance communication, and the ones that may have more to do with how we think about online communication or how social media and other forms of at-a-distance communication are practically organised. But I will note that in-person groups are not immune to any of the criticisms that such a conversation might involve--people destroy popular movements by clout-chasing (i.e. viewing the accrual of power and influence as their primary goal--whether formal or informal influence depends on the structure of the organisation in question) or through interpersonal abuse, escalation of interpersonal conflict, ostracisation of people they think they can get away with ostracising (because they're trans women or Black or just weird or something and so people are more likely to view them as the aggressors of whatever situation).

So if what one wants to posit is that "online spaces" (which ones?) are more prone to bad-faith readings, immediate ostracisation or hostility, clout-chasing, &c. than "in-person spaces" (which ones?), I guess my questions are 1. how would you prove that? Is it a falsifiable statement / what are the conditions that we would have to meet to be able to claim that the statement had been proven in a way that wasn't just anecdotal? How do you divide "online" and "irl" spaces up in order to be able to compare them (what's the status of "online spaces" that arise out of in-person groups, e.g. workplace slack channels, club groupchats? Are large social media platforms considered to be in the same experimental group as these things, and if not, why not)? and 2. (more importantly) what's the use of making this statement? What does it allow us to say that we wouldn't be able to get at otherwise?

I'm not sure what the answer to 1. is, but the more I think about 2. I think the answer is that this type of statement isn't particularly useful. It's enough to say that online spaces are prone to misreadings or hostile readings in ways that may in part arise from the fact that they are at-a-distance, and in part from how they are practically organised (by which I mean, the possible behaviours on whatever social media site we're talking about). And now suddenly we're getting somewhere, because describing exactly what it is about this space that could lead to hostility is probably going to be useful in trying to counteract it. Off the top of my head:

The ability to reblog or retweet can push a take far outside of its intended context. Do I know anything about the other political viewpoints of the OP that would help me to contextualise what they're saying here? Does it seem like this post was written in response to a particular argument or event that isn't as immediate for me? What kinds of argument does it seem like the OP is seeing a lot of / what kinds of experience does it seem like they often have? Could this make their frame of reference different from mine?

I may be assuming that someone knows the etiquette on a given platform well enough to intuit that a reblog/quote retweet is considered more or less hostile than a reply/comment, whether screenshotting is considered a polite avoidance of conflict or a rude talking-behind-someone's-back, &c. &c. Should I be making that assumption?

I may be assuming that any given person is writing in their native language, and is otherwise pretty much aware of how their tone will come off to someone else reading their writing or to me in particular. But is that a fair assumption? How does the English-dominated nature of social media constrain the rules of engagement?

I tend to believe that someone who's come back with a false idea of my post's main argument is not even trying to understand what I'm saying. But is it fair to assume that everyone has a high degree of literacy?

A lot of different kinds of statement or argument (self-consciously political, solely personal, &c.) can co-exist on one website or on one person's blog without necessarily broadcasting their intended audience or scope (like, a political post or a personal post could "look" the same). What are the actual, immediate, material stakes of the conversation someone is trying to have? Am I wrongly assuming that someone else is attributing actual stakes to something that they intended as musing? How much does it matter if this person and I disagree about this? Does this disagreement prevent us from agreeing about other things?

If I do fundamentally disagree with someone about something I think is important, what action (of the range of actions the platform makes possible) should I take about it? What does it seem like the developers probably intended (e.g. unfollowing, blacklisting a post, blocking, reporting), and what informal or user-driven models do I have for what to do (the "call-out post" comes to mind)? What is the ideal end goal of each of these actions (to stop engaging with this person? to get my followers to stop engaging with them?), and what is the actual result of each of these actions likely to be? Which is to ask--am I writing a post about x user because I actually want them to be ostracised or whatever (by whom?), or because I believe it's just "what one does" when you encounter substantial disagreement? What has given me that model?

and so on and so on.

#Anonymous #questions #mine #on being online #long post /

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faroreskiss · 9 months

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The Power of Understanding / Cheat Sheet / FAQ

The Power of Understanding

Read on Tumblr / Read on Ao3

Time to find out why, who, what, where, when, and how exactly. More importantly, will there be NSFW?!!

Translator!Scholar!Isekai!Reader

Anything unclear? Let me know!

1) When is the story taking place?

It is taking place well into the adventures of the Chain. However, it is a non-linear story, so you "think" back to the times when you first met them. Most stories take place after the Twilight's near death arc. Basically you have been there with them. This is an AU of course.

2) When did you join them?

You first spent around two years with Link & Zelda in the post-calamity Hyrule, before being thrown in with the chain.

3) How did you speak with Link and Zelda?

You couldn't. You learnt their language later, it was a process. They took you to the four Great Fairies, and also used a drop of Triforce of Wisdom (via the fairy help) to enhance your learning and to make you more understandable to the others ASAP. This had however some long lasting, not so positive consequences. We'll dive into them in the "Wobble of the Head" arc. (coming soon)

4) Do you have an accent?

Hylian has dialects, so yes. You do have an accent, but it only appeared after you met the Chain, for obvious reasons. *Coughs* No spoilers, sorry.

5) How do the Links talk with each other?

Language change is a very very slow process, even in our world. Things like immigration, wars and other conflicts make it faster but even then it's very slow in most cases. World of TLoZ did have its fair share of conflicts, but mostly it was within the same cultures, so language didn't warp there to a point of becoming unrecognizable for most Links. Sure, some are harder for others to understand due to distance, accents, dialects and some vocabulary, but they can communicate mostly just fine after a while.

Wild however is from a very far era (we are talking about 10k+ plus years), so he struggles the most.

I can make a separate post about it to answer more detailed questions (e.g. language dynamics between Links), just let me know!

6) What do the Links think about your height and ears?

You are in your mid/late twenties and so are most of the Links (reminder that this is an AU). Some of them were surprised, but some already have people in their worlds with rounded ears. They don't think that much about you being taller, they are used to being shorties, as they are in most cases shorter than the average Hylian anyway.

7) What is your relationship status with Wild and Flora?

It's complicated. You never had time to talk about it since you were always hopping through worlds, facing life & death situations. All three are into each other, you did share each other, and you definitely have space in your heart for more. But that's a difficult conversation.

For now, Wild is there for you and you for him. He also notices Twilight's subtle advances and it is difficult to gauge what he feels. We shall explore those in the story, dear reader!

8) Do Links know that you know them from the games?

Nope. That's gonna be a conversation as well. For now, they know you have been a researcher in Wild's world and that you also come from another. But sometimes you hit a spot too that's too personal. You tried to explain but they didn't get it and you didn't push back. It will be a shitshow when they find out exactly what you mean with "interactive stories". Wild won't be happy for sure.

The problem with you (and your flaw for that matter), you are a blabber mouth. Let's be honest, how can you keep all that info to yourself? This sometimes causes conflicts and issues within the group. There is a reason why Legend nicknamed you "trivia bitch" at some point.

9) Will there be NSFW?

Indeed. But I shall keep it optional (at least the more explicit stuff). No Linkcest though.

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May I request a birth scenario for the 2ps. You can do either side first and make 2 separate posts.

There is one ask further up in my ask box asking for the dreaded birth scenario with the 2p axis anyway, so I’ll just be doing the 2p allies for now. Warning for implied non-con, manipulation & coercion. You’re reading this at your own risk.

Yandere 2p! Allies – Dreaded Birth

America

“Not like you have much choice, cupcake”, Allen lazily drawled from his place next to you. He had tidied himself up for the birth, and it was downright surreal to see him in a blue overall with a hairnet and mask. Exhausted as you were from pressing the baby out, you had nearly not recognised him for a moment.

“You are not the mother of that…”, you began weakly only to be cut off by him.

“Yes, I’m the daddy and you are the mommy and you’ll act the part. Taking care of another human being will be good for your mental health. We talked about this sugar. You are just acting like this because you just had a difficult birth and post-partum depression is already setting in. Plus, you’re anxiety is showing again.”

Allen would quickly see what you are up to and would do his best to stamp it out as soon as possible. He would have possible caught on to your true feelings on the matter long before the deliver would have taken place with how you would be more emotional and prone to lash out in the weeks leading up to the event. As such, he would have a plan in mind to deal with you.

Would either take you to a small country hospital or a hippy commune to have the birth. There, he would either know the people very well, letting him be the more credible person in the room, or it would be a group of complete strangers that wouldn’t care about your fate and therefore have no incentive to intervene.

Would likely give you a joint or cannabis tea afterwards to make you calm down. Promises would be made and he would have a serious heart-to-heart conversation with you, doing his best to sway you. If else, the carrot and the stick will have to do.

Canada

Sighing Mark turned to the midwife, asking: “Mind leaving us alone for a minute? I have to have a word with my wife.”

“Please don’t go”, you stated. “I don’t want to be alone with him.”

Cassidy, as she was called, looked uncertain between you and Mark, not knowing who to heed. She probably also sensed that something foul was afoot, having likely been in similar situations before, situations where not everything was as it seem on the surface.

“I had a fight with my honey-buns before the contractions started. With everything that happened today, she is probs more mad at me than she usually would be.”

“Alright. I’ll just be by the door. When you have finished comforting her, not hesitate to shout”, the woman said somewhat hurriedly, and then scurried out of the room. Typical – she just wanted to believe what he had said, because the alternative would be so extremely troubling. Now you were alone with the wolf.

Mark could do his best to construct the situation as just an unfortunate series of events. Though, because he wouldn’t be the most sociable and suave guys, he would likely leave opening that you could easily exploit. Taking with the nurse a bit or some other person witnessing the awkward scenes, and you could have a very willing accomplice that could help you escape and even testify in court.

Aside from that, would sit on your bed and do a long lecture, while holding the baby in his arms. Would chide you of disturbing the sleep of the little one if you would raise your voice and reprimand you for being so heartless as to rejecting such a cute and helpless thing that would suffer dearly without your aid. If it initially wouldn’t work, then he would have the following weeks to convince you.

China

Zao raised a thin eye-brow, a rather emotional gesture for such a stoic man. Or at least, for when he wasn’t under the influence of anything. Ignoring your protests, he shoved the baby in your arms, forcing you to take it unless the small tumbled to the side of the narrow bed you had just given birth in and smash its head open. The midwives had just finished washing the wax off the pliable body and swaddled the boy in blankets. After handing the father his child, they had all filed out doubtlessly in accordance to some preplanned schedule.

This China wouldn’t leave much room for argument. He would ensure that events would be framed to make sure that out of the two of you, you would be viewed as the evil doer. The people around you would offer you a lot of unsolicited advice on child rearing and ensure that would be doing your job of a dutiful mother. Should you fail on doing that, they would be the ones to lecture you and shame you. That could or couldn’t be Zao’s intentions, yet the outcome would be that you would feel the pressure more acutely, since it wouldn’t just be some crazed faux-lover telling you what to do.

It would be one of those circumstances where he would continuously invite people over, just to force you into the role of mother. Other’s would gossip and look down on you if you wouldn’t, after all.

All the time, would act as if you are not protesting against motherhood – shoving the child in your arms, leaving you alone with him and assigning you the role of primary caretaker. He is not going to feed the boy, would you let the kid starve? You know that you could go to jail for child abuse if you’d do so.

England

Oliver giggled softly, bright blue eyes shining.

“What did you say, poppet?”, he asked brightly. His appearance made you step back. He was covered in blood, your blood to be exact, seeing that he had played midwife.

You had hoped that the deliver would have meant that you would have been allowed to see other people. Sadly, he had deftly dashed your hopes by doing the task himself. It shouldn’t have surprised you – the mere notion of you in somebody else’ arms drove him berserk.

“Nothing, dear”, you answered quietly, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

Oliver wouldn’t hesitate to go full batshit insane if you would ruin his dream of a happy little family. He would desire, no require a sweet little life with a darling sweet wife and a cute tyke to be happy, so don’t dare tear that away from him.

If you would insist on being difficult, he would go one of two routs. The first one would be dragging you to his personal torture chamber, disregarding that you just gave birth, and torturing you a few hours. You would only be allowed out every once in a while for a quick clean-up and to breastfeed the child.

Or he could play the long game by turning the child you would hate so much against you. Then he would have an ally in keeping your behaviour in check. Perhaps, that route would be so much to his liking that he would force another child on you and repeat the whole process.

France

Francois carelessly snipped the finished bud of his ciggerette towards the rublish bin. It missed and rolled on the floor, vanishing in an arc behind the bin. Sighing for the untempth time this hour already and looked up at you. You were staring at the craddle with bitter contempt, as if the squeaking child had gravely insulted you. This was slowly going too far. Sure, he had would also be more peeved if he would be bleeding from his genitals for over a month and stretched skin turned into a wrinkly flap of tissue. "It is not as if she tried to kill you so stop trying to set her on fire with your eyes", he tiredly commented. Affairs like this made him even more tired than usual. Maybe there was still some German beer in the fridge to calm his nerves. "And yet she still nearly did", you curtly snip back, all to happy to let out your anger now. Ah yes, there was that. On good days Francois could easily forget that you nearly died during childbirth. Partially, he had been angry at the baby for that, at least in the beginning, however, unlike you, he was a rational person and worked quickly to overcome his misgivings. - Francois' solution would just be to shrug off your responses and wait. Surely you would have only been hysterical at the moment and given a few weeks you would surely calm down. If not, then he would resort to violence - burns and choking and attempts to impregnate you again. - Though, that would only be the case if he would still want the child. If you could argue your case well enough, then he would put the child up for adoption. That would be the outcome anyway, if he would find the child to be too difficult he would give it away, regardless of your feelings on the matter.

Russia

Victor raised his eyebrows in askance and then his expression proceeded to melt into one of mirth. The usually stone expression vanished, the corners of his eyes crinkling and his mouth forming into a smile that had too many teeth. Hiding the lower half of his face inside his signature red scarf, he looked even more sinister. That was when it came to you - his happiness stemmed from giddy anticipation. You had just broke one of the rules in this elaborate game of cat and mouse, you had just given him an exuse to act out his crueller fantasies. Normally, you were more careful, but this time, you had lost it all because you had allowed your emotions to get the better of you for the fraction of a minute. Those red eyes, twinkled down at you as he carefully laid the buddled little babe in your lap. You felt a shiver run down your spin as he patted your messy hair. The gesture would be affectionate, if you didn't know him. Ice gathered in your belly and you found yourself frozen with dread. "I'll keep your words in mind", he said softly, and with that, you knew that you were doomed. - Victor would use this as an excuse to let out his pent up anger and frustration out on you. For a few weeks, you would become his emotion punching bag. Of course, it would be constructed so that you would likely not suffer permanent damage. Emphasise on likely, because that could change very quickly if would provoke him. While standardly a very collected man, when he would already be swimming in anger, he would lose all tolerance for bs. - During that time, he would still have you tend to the child. Your treatment of the little one would determine if your punishment would be extended or shortened as well as the intensity of it. Of course, he wouldn't tell you of this - it would just be more fun for him to have you figure it out yourself. - Such an "event" could occur again and again during the life of your child, depending on your behaviour towards them. Family is something that Victor would take extremely seriously.

#yandere 2p hetalia #yandere 2p allies #yandere 2p russia #yandere 2p america #yandere 2p england #yandere 2p china #yandere 2p canada #yandere 2p france #x reader

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kiwisinlingerie · 1 year

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Pairing: Roach/König Warnings: N/A Contains: Face riding, copious amounts of biting, minor feminisation the elephant in the room that is König′s dick. Rating: E Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 AU: Falconry Au ( @hurrraaid ) Word length: 1401

Summary: In the grand scheme of things, König really shouldn’t have underestimated the determination of a 5′7′’ man intent on suffocating between his thighs.

Authors Note: I typically write WLW so this was a nice change of pace for once haha. Also apologies for any incorrect German, my grasp of the language is basic at best.

‘words here’ - thought “words here” - Sign Language

[AO3]

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Garry 'Roach' Sanderson is a demon.

A foul tempter hidden beneath a boyish face that gave away nothing of his nature. It had started off simple, a touch that lasted too long in the staff room, lingering stares across the weathering lawn that made König's stomach churn unexpectedly.

He'd taken to learning sign before departing for Price's centre, the concept of not being able to communicate with a future co-worker had filled him with anxiety more than the move to another country.

This decision has only served to provide him with regrets he barely comprehends. What had begun as a simple help with learning, casual conversations about birds, had dissolved into the smaller man stating his desires to him with unabashed confidence, surely enjoying the way his cheeks flush over the mask and his stumbled excuses to Soap as to the fluster.

It's the statement about riding his face and the aftermath that lead to this, König knelt over the smaller man's face, trying not to combust from embarrassment.

Roach had been unrelenting once behind closed doors, having shown up to König's temporary home with a cheeky look, the Austrian man barely able to greet him before he's near snapped in half with the force used to pull him into a kiss.

König barely hears the door click shut and lock, too distracted by Roach and the feel of hands pulling at his clothes to pay anything else attention.

They shuffle backwards, brief moments of relief as t shirts and jackets are peeled off before the kissing resumes, coming to a stop at last as König's calves hit the bed.

"Ah, wait-"

Roach doesn't wait. König's not sure if the other knows how to, cold hand pressing flush against his bare chest before pushing, sending the giant of a man sprawling across the bedding.

His dick twitches, already half hard since the pain of being forcefully bent had rippled up his spine. The sight of Roach looming over him, smug look on his face, making him both want to hide and pull the smaller man down to his level.

The latter wins, a strange bout of confidence, no doubt caused by Roach's undivided attention, causing him to take the brunette by the wrist and yank him down, dominance remaining in his favour until he catches sight of the look Roach is giving him.

A brief moment of surprise gives way to a smirk, König's mind filling the silence of how the other would tease him were he verbal. 'eager are we?'

Perhaps. It was hard not to be when Roach had seemingly read him like a book and found ways to push every button correctly without ever being told.

"Be vocal for me."

The kiss this time isn't as desperate. It's almost sweet even. Roach' s hand on his cheek stops him from chasing his lips when the smaller man pulls away, an inaudible chuckle from him before he begins to trail kisses down his neck.

Every scar gets attention, a kiss to each one, sinking teeth into his chest with enough force that König swears, whining in his native tongue as the Brit showed no signs of stopping.

"Bitte… Please…" König near begs, words escaping how to properly voice his wants. Bite me until I cum. Mark me as yours. Blow me until I'm breathless. Fuck me into the sheets relentlessly. All thoughts he craves to express but can't vocalise.

Roach pulls up from his assault on König's chest, drool extending from lips to a chest already starting to bloom with bruises and bitemarks, eyes flicking down to his groin, still clothed and straining, before laughing his phantom chuckle once more.

He keeps his eyes on König's as he continues his descent down his body, both lips and teeth graving skin until stopping at the waistband of his trousers. A kiss to his cock through the fabric before Roach withdraws, tugging both sweatpants and underwear down to leave König bare.

König feels his cheeks bloom darker, squeezing his eyes shut and looking away as Roach's eyes darkened with lust. He's big. Big in all ways. The expectation creeping in that Roach had changed his mind, that he'd just want to ride him and nothing more becoming more and more present.

His brain is stuttered into silence as his leg is folded up onto the bed, a loud moan ripping from his throat as the biting resumed. Roach isn't gentle and, frankly, König prefers it that way, the perfect blend of both pain and pleasure swirling in his brain as bites turned to sucking and back again.

He's teasing him, König realises, trailing bites up his thighs only to begin on the other, painting pale skin like a canvas with purples and yellows. "Schnecke, bitte, stop teasing me." He whines, swallowing thickly as Roach stops and peers up at him from between his legs, mouth releasing skin with a near inaudible pop.

Roach stands, crawling back onto the bed, up and past König, the redhead following the smaller man with his eyes, utterly bemused. What was he doing? Watching the other move pillows, lay down on his back, wiggling to make himself comfortable before looking back over to König, tapping his chest expectantly.

Oh. That's what…fuck.

He thought that had been a joke. Another means to get under König's skin. Harmless flirting that had haunted the Austrian's dreams these past few weeks. He hadn't believed Roach was completely serious until now, the mute man huffing at the lack of speed from König as he aggressively signed "My face. Now."

There's a level of apprehension to his actions as he follows Roach up the bed, cautiously positioning himself with his knees either side of his head, cursing as he looked down only to be greeted by a face of pure satisfaction. Roach was, if anything, the cat who got both the cream and the canary.

"I need you to-fuck!" König starts only to stutter to a stop as Roach kisses his shaft, a brief contact that flatlines his thoughts to nothing beyond a mantra of Roach's name. Small hands guide his hips, tip brushing against an all too eager mouth, König releasing a pleased little gasp and moan as lips wrapped around him.

His pace starts off slow, a conscious effort to not hurt the smaller man, never more aware of the size of his dick, thighs and strength. It's not enough for Roach, however, hands gripping into thighs and hips tightly, pulling him down and deeper into his throat, König's thighs tightening as Roach moaned around and down him.

"Fuck my mouth like a good girl." Is rapidly signed before hands grip large thighs once more, König electing to live up to the praise and doing as he's told. Its near overloading, the wet warmth of Roach's mouth, the nails digging into flesh, his hand gripping brown hair tightly as his hips snap forward and back with deep, unrelenting thrusts.

He can visual the praise, the smaller man telling him how good he's being, how he's such a good, good girl for him. It drives him to thrust harder, to be rougher with Roach's mouth, waiting for him to tell him to ease up only for him to adjust and swallow or moan around him.

König is aware of how loud he's being, his anxiety to his neighbours evaporated as his brain overfilled with Roach's name, curses and demands to know if he was the other's good girl, all of which spilled from his lips in fervent prayer.

"I'm gonna-" His attempts to pull out are stopped by the painful grip on his scratched up thighs, climaxing down the smaller man's throat and its then, and only then, that Roach allows him to remove himself from his mouth.

Roach looks dishevelled, cheeks flushed and panting, fingers tracing the letters of 'good girl' into König's flesh. He tries to ignore how the words make his dick twitch, plays ignorant to how Roach fully noticed his returned arousal.

He slips out from beneath him, Roach kneeling and capturing his lips. König can taste himself on the other's lips and tongue, the hand curling gently in his hair, surprisingly gentle considering moments ago he was riding the smaller man's face.

"Can I fuck you?" König's eyes flick from hands to eyes post kiss, taking in the request before licking his lips and swallowing.

"Please."

#RoachKönig #garry roach sanderson #könig call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #hurrraaid #COD falconry au #roach call of duty #rating: E #i don't even go here my wife just threw a ship concept at me that was designed for my tastes #I am here for König being a tall af sub who has a praise kink and wants to be called a good girl and i will force this agenda on you all

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clanoffelidae · 3 months

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I’m always scared of jinxing myself by opening my mouth and saying I’m ‘not physically disabled anymore’ or that ‘my cyclic vomiting is gone’; because there’s no cure and we don’t know why it sometimes just… stops. There’s not even really any medication to manage it you just kind of… try to work through it and manage symptoms and side effects as best you can. Namely, the dehydration due to excessive vomiting being the main concern. (Have had abdominal spasms due to becoming dehydrated from it before. Took me 5-6 minutes to army crawl six feet to the shower, wiggle out of my clothes, and stretch up to turn on the hot water to try and soothe the muscles I was in so much pain. It was also like 4am and I was at a homestay in another country so fuck me I guess lol. Fortunately my homestay actually spoke English; which worked out because I speak Spanish decently well so I was making an active effort to converse with her and practice before I got sick, she was extremely helpful because I mainly needed help with specific vocabulary/phrases and she could help me translate them, and then when I got sick and was so exhausted I could barely communicate in English anymore I was able to drop the Spanish and still be understood and given help. That’s a tangent tho lol sorry)

And that’s true of a lot of physical disabilities, sadly, so I’m sure many of you can understand why I’m scared of it. Because I’m one of the lucky ones, even when my condition was at it’s worst I had more good days than bad. One of the defining characteristics of CVS is that in between episodes you would never know something is wrong with us.

And sometimes people just… ‘grow out of it’, so to speak. It most commonly affects children, even being thought of as a pediatric disease, and then just goes away when they get older. I was a weird case, I had two sporadic episodes in high school and then it hit me hard basically as soon as I got to college; it only ever happened when I was an adolescent/adult.

During the worst of it I would have episodes as little as 3 weeks apart; I’d be in severe agony and vomiting profusely for around 24 hours, take several days for the pain to go away (the episode was over but I was sore after the vomiting), and about a week for the brain fog and lethargy to clear up. I knew my stomach was empty, I knew I had nothing in it, but it felt so swollen and I was convinced it was about to tear open like an overfilled balloon. The condition is believed to be related to migraine headaches and I believe it - my severe migraines are the throbbing kind where it feels like my head is about to explode, and that is the exact same kind of pain I was feeling in my stomach. Those same, unique qualities that differentiate the pain of a migraine from another headache were exactly what I felt in my abdomen. I was also light and sound sensitive, seeking darkness and solitude; although it didn’t cause literal pain to be exposed to light and sound like with a migraine headache, it stressed me out for ‘seemingly no reason’, overwhelming me and increasing my pain as a result of the stress and desire for the stimulus to go away.

My last episode was in 2019. I only even had frequent episodes for a little over 2 years.

And I’m still deathly afraid of every new medication I try because I don’t know why it stopped. Nothing about my lifestyle changed, nothing about my habits. I was never able to identify any triggers like with my headaches, it just sort of ‘happened’ as far as I could tell.

I have no idea why it started and no idea why it stopped.

And I’m constantly fucking terrified that I’ll fuck something up and it’ll come back, that this time of peace and ‘health’ is temporary. I’m so fucking scared because it hurts so fucking much and I don’t want to be in pain again.

I don’t want to be in pain again.

And I don’t know why I’m bringing this up or what I’m trying to say really. I guess I just want to get my fears written down because they’re circling in my head again.

And I guess I also want to say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry to everyone who suffers with a ‘hidden’ condition that no one believes you about, I’m sorry for everyone who is barely dragging themselves through it day by day; in pain, exhausted, and with the people around them burnt out on offering help because ‘why can’t you just get better already’.

I’m lucky, I’m so very, very lucky that for whatever reason my episodes just… stopped. They just stopped. And even still I live aware of the sword dangling over my head, never believing that the dragon is actually dead and is only just sleeping, still there to be reawakened if I mess up (when I don’t have the slightest idea what or where that invisible line I must never cross is), and I never dare to say that I’m ‘cured’ because I don’t believe in miracles like that. It’s a miracle that they stopped, and I’m grateful for it, but I will never dare to believe that they couldn’t come roaring right back any day.

Disability can happen to anyone, and I’m vividly aware that my old pain could be stumbled into at any minute, along with any number of other things, and I’m so sorry to everyone who still lives with their pain that is a constant companion. Mine is sleeping, but I remember it well for how it burned like the sun, to the point that I was able to identify sporadic episodes years after the fact that I had thought only stomach bugs because they were so horrible.

Pain is good, but not like this.

Pain is meant to be a teacher, a protector. A warning system of ‘hey! Don’t do that! We could get hurt!’ Your body’s way of keeping you safe and alive; don’t touch the fire because it hurts, don’t touch the fire because it could kill you. Pain is life’s way of steering you away from death, of keeping you safe and alive; letting you know there’s damage so you know to keep that part safe while it heals and use it less. Because when you’re about to walk into the flames your body doesn’t have the time to sit down and explain it to you gently, it has to alert you ‘NOW. PULL BACK NOW!’

Pain is meant to be a good thing; it’s meant to keep you alive and to protect you, to teach you about danger so you know how to be safe, and go let you know when you’ve been damaged so that you can make sure to give the damage time to heal.

But it’s not meant to be there all the time; it’s not meant to be constantly flashing the alarms when there’s nothing to be done, your body trying to help and let you know that something’s wrong when there’s nothing you can do. It’s not meant to linger until it breaks you, to weigh on your shoulders until you struggle to see the good past it. But just like with any good thing, so often does it become ill.

Pain is a constant companion for too many of us, and I’m so, so sorry for that.

You shouldn’t have to be strong.

I’m sorry.

I just wanted to let you all know that.

#vomiting #cyclic vomiting syndrome #actually disabled #disability #chronic pain #recurrent pain #i hate how pain is such a beautiful thing #your body’s alert system and life’s way of making sure you stay alive #protecting you - teaching you - keeping you safe and helping you to heal #letting you know what you need to #and it just gets twisted into something horrible #becoming chronic and never leaving and breaking you down #being used intentionally by others for cruel devices #and i just. i don’t know.#it upsets me is all #i’m sorry to everyone who has to be strong #you shouldn’t have to be #i’m sorry #life’s hard and survival’s not easy #that’s not the way the world works #i get that and i accept that #but this is more than that #and it’s not fair #and i’m sorry for that #i get that life is a constant battle for survival #but you shouldn’t be having to fight with yourself

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Man, just one more thing since I made the mistake of seeing how the conversation was going on twitter and elsewhere with the antis. It's not fun to see people call fans who rooted for a Ted and Rebecca romance crazy, strange, and obsessed. That's just fucking sexist and, maybe even more annoying to me, it's not good faith disagreement. I did not ship Ted and Rebecca throughout my first watch of both seasons one and two. I am generally not pressed by possible tv romances. The ship did not start in my imagination, it was initiated by the writers. It was not only a platonic soulmate story. It was a possible romantic soulmate set-up. I wish people would stop playing. If everyone can acknowledge that Nate eventually taking a turn for the worse was seeded all the way back in the season premiere, then we agree that the writing was deeply purposeful and likely seeded other things. In fact, after I finished the season 2 finale and rewatched seasons 1 and 2 together as a whole, it was the seeds of Nate's arc that I saw first. Then I began to realize the other narrative arcs that had been put into place and I marveled at the kind of work that the writing was doing. This is when I realized that the writing was communicating that Ted had a crush on Rebecca and only then, lo, a shipper was born.

Por ejemplo, I wish those who are saying that tedbecca was fabricated could explain why the Dutch guy had so many parallels with Ted. What would be the point of that? There are an infinite number of ways the writers could signal that he was a nice, goofy, caring guy. They didn't have to reference Kenny Rogers, they didn't have to make him cook for her, they didn't have to have Rebecca say "fuck me" after she consumed something he made, they didn't have to make the dress pink. If this were a regular show and Ted and Rebecca were regular platonic friends, none of this would have been (or at least should not have been) written. Imagine Leslie from Parks and Rec falling for a guy who is written to be exactly like her platonic friend, Ron. That would be weird, uncomfortable, and at least raise questions.

One could argue that, yes, Rebecca and Ted were soulmates but they had no romantic attraction, so the Dutch guy was supposed to be a Ted-shaped soulmate with romantic attraction. I'd counter with all kinds of things, but at least this would be a good faith argument because we can agree about what is clearly on the screen. We just disagree about the interpretation of the narrative. Nobody is "crazy" in this argument. It's fine if Hannah advocates for a purely platonic relationship between Ted and Rebecca, but it's not cool that she talked down to tedbecca fans who became excited about what was clearly on the screen like there was something wrong with us. The possibility of romance between Ted and Rebecca did not come out of thin air or some kind of heteronormative compulsion, it came from your show, girl. We didn't write it! If they were gonna get exasperated about people getting excited about a possible romance, then they shouldn't have written it and performed it like a possible romance.

As I said, it would have helped if we at least were given confirmation that Ted had a crush on Rebecca in season 3. If that had happened and everything else was the same, I would have been a little disappointed, but that would have been an ending that made sense to me, an ending that was bittersweet and cohered with everything else the show was expressing. I would have defended that ending forever. But without an actual reveal of at least Ted's feelings in the world of the show (not another pointless fake-out), I'm left feeling irritated or crazy-made or, as I said before, somewhat abandoned as a fan of the TL narrative style. And, at this point, until I let it go, I also dread the hanging possibility of TL's return. I've had enough ambiguity from these folks 😂. Just vaya con dios, friends. Adiooooos.

I love and respect television and I am deeply grateful to television writers. I have also acknowledged that Ted Lasso looks hella hard to write, so I am humbled by that. It had to reach a great height in order for me to be invested this hard. I am thankful for the show's lessons about faith and ethics and community and will try to take them to heart going forward. I honor the show, the fans, and the artists.

And, as far as people calling tedbecca fans crazy? As the woman said, fuck the haters. 💜

#i'm not going to be crazy-made as a fan of a show about a woman who survived abusive crazy-making #ted lasso #tedbecca #tedbecca truther forever

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Bargain- Negan x Reader

⊹ Part 2 to Souvenir ⊹

Pairing: Negan x Female Reader

Warnings: none, mentions of sex, Negan being intimidating and charming

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: You have been at the Sanctuary a week and Negan’s wives come to try and convince you to stay, Negan comes home and you two end up making a deal. (no smut unfortunately, the final part will be full of it though)

Part 3: Anarchy

I'd managed to last the first week here in the Sanctuary, not really making any friends quite yet but Negan kept me pretty busy. And by busy I mean either leaving me waiting around in his house for him to come fuck me, or I was just lying in my room waiting for him to summon me. I hadn’t really found anything enjoyable here besides him, even if it was just sex and the occasional post-fuck conversation. The other members of the community all had their own jobs and duties that kept them on the go, and since I obviously wasn't allowed to leave, the most socializing I had done was awkward conversations with Dwight when he would escort me to Negan’s. I realized he had practically made me a ‘wife’ just without the comfort of the other girls and a fancy title. I didn't care for the position but there wasn't much I could do as of right now. I had been trying to spend more personal time with Negan in order to get to know him, as well as try to make him see I'm not really someone that you want to be around very long. However, I barely learned a thing about him, he was a closed book. But that didn't mean it wasn’t fairly easy to get even a tiny read off of him. Especially if I was able to convince him to crack open the whisky bottle, then he would be a little more trusting and maybe tell me something from before he’d become the leader here. Still he never touched the memories from before the world's end, but I didn't blame him, those were ones we all try not to forget but rarely want to think about.

I was sitting on my bed thinking all of this over, recalling all of the events that took place this week. I was shocked at my lack of resistance, I had not even attempted escape or manipulation. Although I guess that is what my current plan sort of was. Convince Negan he is better off without me and that I'm easily replaceable. I had a feeling the main obstacle in all of this was Negan's pride. He took me from Rick and now feels he has an obligation to get as much use out of me as possible. But the truth was I couldn’t find out how to approach this man, I needed to know exactly the type he wanted in order to portray otherwise. I was also fearful he was just the type I want, and that I would slip up and he would see right through me. That was the other challenge here, he was already taking mental notes on me, in every conversation and interaction we had these past days I could see he was remembering every little thing. I had to be all the more careful with this, wishing I could just be myself since that usually seemed to work with the guys I'd managed to get acquainted with in the past.

I was so lost in my endless worries I hadn't heard the knock at the door until another, louder one followed. I finally registered the noise and carefully got up from the bed, opening the door and preparing myself to see Negan, but I allowed a smile to grace my face when I saw two women standing in front of me. I could recognize immediately from their appearance exactly who they were. “May I help you?” I said in a rather fake cheery voice. The brunette woman who stood a few inches taller than the other girl, as well as myself-- though I wasn't wearing my heels I will add, smiled and spoke softly. “Negan sent us to… befriend you.” she replied, her tone insinuating they were a little less interested in the idea than Negan would like them to be. I looked between the girls, the blonde next to her was shorter than us, and she was very skinny as well. “Oh, would you like to come in?” I offered and they looked at each other before smiling and the brunette spoke up, “Um it's actually probably better we go back to our house.” I looked at them before hesitantly nodding, “Yeah, okay that works.” I laughed awkwardly before turning to slip my shoes on and following them out the door.

We got to their house, which was next to Negan’s and I was surprised he didn't just stick them in his own house. But I guess the girls appreciate having their own residence without his lingering presence following them. They led me to what I assumed was the living room and a few other girls were sitting on the large couches, drinking and chatting away before their attention was brought to us. The brunette girl looked at them and waved her hand signaling them to flee and they all rolled their eyes. One girl even stared me down as she reluctantly allowed herself to be dragged away by the hand of another woman. Once they were gone I let out a breath and scoffed, the two women who had been silent the whole way here didn’t attempt to put out the awkward fire that had started. We moved to take their spots on the couches and I sighed. “I’m Y/n I don’t know what Negan has told you about me.” I said kindly and the brunette smiled, “We know, you’re all he's been talking about.” she said and I just nodded, “Yeah you’re his dazzling new toy.” the blonde blurted out and the brunette nudged her with her elbow.

“I’m Sherry and this is Amanda.” the brunette replied and I nodded. “Well its nice to meet you both.” I crossed my arms and leaned back on the couch looking between the two girls. The sad women looked like frightened mice. Although I could see the resentment and misery in Sherry’s eyes, and it told me she was more than likely on my side, and Amanda, poor girl just seemed lost. “I think you guys know that I didn’t come here on my own then.” I stated and they both nodded. “Good, so then you know I’m not trying to step on any toes.” the air got thick and we all fell silent. This was one of the most awkward conversations I had ever had and I felt like bursting into a fit of laughter at the situation I'd been pulled into. “Look here’s the thing Y/n,” Sherry began, in her own fake and condescending tone, “We don’t mind you being here, in fact we prefer it.” I was taken aback for a moment at the fact and observed her and Amanda’s expression, trying to get a sense of what they were up to. “The truth is since you being here, Negan has pretty much forgotten about us. I mean most of our usual jobs have been taken over by you and now we are almost just… housewives.” Amanda nodded in agreement and I furrowed my brows, “But its fine- its better actually.'' Sherry added and I stayed quiet to think.

I felt bad for my next response, I didn’t want to give these girls hope though. Plus I barely know them and its not my business to free them of their wifely duties and risk getting beheaded by Negan. Call it immoral but look around at the world we are in and check again if me minding my own fucking business is stupid. “I hate to say this but im not going to be here much longer you know?” I responded and they looked at each other. “I thought you liked Negan?” Amanda asked and I felt a migraine come on at the insinuation. “What?” I shook my head and kept from laughing. I didn’t even know how to convince these girls of anything because I didn’t know what they would relay back to Negan. “Look, you two are really nice but I don’t have any interest in being friends with you. And soon Negan is going to realize that I’m nothing special and he will discard of me, he was already taking a chance picking me and I only ‘volunteered’ because I had to.” I finished and they both sighed, relaxing their postures and appearing to give up on their mission to convince me they were happy, empty-headed girls. “Why did you volunteer? Boyfriend?” Amanda asked with sarcasm in her voice. I was offended by the reality of her personality and just shook my head. “No, it was either me or my friend, and she doesn’t deserve this.” I quipped back, allowing my serious tone to return. “And you think we do? You think we didn’t assume Negan would get tired of us too?” Amanda got more visibly upset as she spoke and I watched as Sherry just kept an eye on her. “There’s a reason there are seven of us you know.” Sherry defended in a calm tone. She just seemed drained of hope now. “Eight.” Amanda snarked, looking me up and down. “I’m not one of you guys okay? I mean did you forget Negan is just a man for christ’s sake?” I scoffed and they looked at me confused, “As soon as you guys hit a certain age I’m sure he will find newer models to replace you with that just what they do.” Sherry shook her head and Amanda stood up to walk towards me.

I stood up as well, slightly towering over the girl, “You’re so ignorant, you think you have figured it all out, well I guarantee you you’re way more fucked than you think.” She tried to step closer and get in my face but Sherry stood and grabbed her arm. “Amanda that’s enough, go with the other girls.” she ordered softly and Amanda looked at her before scoffing and storming off into the other rooms. “We don’t want to cause trouble-” Sherry began and I shook my head, “Right.” I said crossing my arms and she looked around nervously. “I swear we just… I know you can see how miserable we are. And Amanda is crazy, but she is right. Negan may just appear to be like that with us but he knows exactly what he is looking for. I just want to give you a reality check, I have been here the longest and I can already see just by looking in your eyes that you are going to end up being just what he’s been wanting. And I think you know well enough he isn’t the kind of man to let things go easy.” I was stuck in place at her speech, she was telling the truth, I could see so clear that she was right and I felt my insides turn; my mind now racing with possibilities. The migraine returned and I just stared at her in anger and disbelief. “Man you’re a bitch.” I said and she straightened up, “I’m just telling you what you need to hear.” she replied and I couldn’t find it in me to be angry at the response. Especially since I knew damn well id said the same thing many times to others. I felt a mutual respect rise between us but we both continued to keep our heads up.

It was then a thought displayed in my head and I furrowed my brows, “Wait did Negan even actually send you guys?” I questioned and just as Sherry went to speak, the sound of heavy boots on the old, creaky, wooden floors came from the room the other girls inhabited and both of us immediately straightened up. “No. He did not.” Negan’s voice rang as he strode into the room, a large shameful grin plastered on his face and his precious bat over his shoulder. “Fuck.” Sherry and I both happened to mutter under our breaths and his smile grew. “Fuck is right.” he spoke softly, walking over to the both of us and looking between our two frames. “Negan I promise-” Sherry began but he gave her a look that caused her to give up her attempt at an explanation. He stayed silent, his smile now gone as he towered over the both of us, taking his time to decide what to do next. He stood as if he was the principle and we were two girls that got into a fight and needed to be punished accordingly. Had we been lucky and it was any other day, one where Negan had not been dragged away on business that clearly left him a bit unhinged, he may have just enjoyed the both of us here. A bit afraid and willing to do anything to avoid a real punishment. “Tell me why you took it upon yourself to take her from her room and bring her here to… do what exactly? Scare her? Feed her a bunch of bullshit? Or am I overacting and I just walked into a slumber party?” he scolded, his voice was slightly raised and empty of any amusement or even sarcasm, not so much as a smirk on his face to lead us to believe he was anything other than infuriated. Sherry stuttered out sounds for a moment before shaking her head, “No, Sir, I wanted her to get to know some people since she may be here awhile…” It was a good excuse if he hadn't heard everything she’d been telling me before he made his entrance. Negan just looked over her face as she stayed calm, surely shaking with fear on the inside. “Uh huh. Well dont pull that shit again. Go.” he said and she nodded before hurrying out of the room, glancing once at me as she exited.

I stood there awkwardly as he watched Sherry leave and then looked down at me once again. I could sense his exhaustion from whatever he’d run off to, and I could tell he was all the more angry he had to deal with us upon arriving as opposed to resting or engaging in something more pleasurable. “She’s not going to be in trouble right?” I finally spoke out and he furrowed his brows, straightening his stance, unexpectant of my concern for the woman. “Come on.” he replied grabbing my wrist and dragging me over to his home. I just respected the fact he probably wouldn’t answer any of my questions and stayed quiet as he led me up the stairs and to his bedroom. I expected him to just have his way with me as soon as we entered the large room but instead he shut the door as he dropped my hand and propped the baseball bat against the frame. He spoke out in a deep tired tone as he moved to take off his jacket, “Mind pouring me a drink doll?” Was he not mad? I thought he would at least yell at me a little. I looked at him and his worn state but then thought about the action and shook my head, “No, I’m not your butler.” I stated calmly and sat on the edge of the bed. He hung up his jacket before disappearing into the bathroom, “Okay, then make a drink for yourself and then me while you’re at it.” he mocked a hint of his sarcasm returning and I rolled my eyes.

I eventually obeyed but only because Rick hardly kept any alcohol and so I always took advantage of Negan’s offers. I assumed he was changing or cleaning up while I made my way over to his antique bar cart he told me he had obtained from this locked up mansion he’d come across one day, although I don’t know I believe him. I picked up the crystal bottle filled halfway with whiskey and poured two drinks, putting the cap back on and carrying the drinks to the small table he had between the fireplace and small sofa. It was very extravagant in his room but it was fitting for such an extravagant and complicated man. I took my shoes off and tucked my feet under me on the couch. I was just wearing another simple dress, Negan provided a variety of basic sundress options with matching shoes along with multiple sets of lingerie, all different colors and styles. Tonight I found myself in a black lace set, I had come to realize black was Negan’s favorite fairly early on and I had a suspicion red was second. I was getting annoyed with him taking so long as I sat patiently on the plush sofa. I went to take a sip of the bitter drink but from behind me a hand came around and pushed the cup away from my lips. “Hey!” I exclaimed, backing away slightly to glare up at him. “Its rude to start drinking when your guest isn’t ready.” He snarked as he grabbed his own glass off the table and sat a few feet from me on the opposite end of the couch. He lifted his leg onto his knee and ran a hand through his hair before letting out a large sigh.

I swallowed to help my now dry throat and he just stared at me, his brown eyes were shimmering with intensity and I felt my nerves come up on me once again. I was also just annoyed with his games and wanted him to get on with whatever he was up to. “So tell me what Sherry told you.” he smiled and raised the glass to his lips to take a small sip, never tearing his eyes from mine. It was a power move I could tell and so I knew I had to be careful with my approach. “Well I also met Amanda and she’s just kind of crazy.” I said softly, taking a larger sip from my own drink. He nodded and urged me to continue. “They don’t seem to like me too much, but they don’t want me to leave because apparently… you only really fuck me now.” I made eye contact with him once more, hiding the smile that wanted to appear on my face at the slight twitch in his neck.

He could care less they told me these facts, what he didn’t like was how much I enjoyed the confession, and how much power this could give me. But he didn’t let it affect his actions too much and he just shook his head before taking another sip. “What else did she tell you?” he asked and I shrugged, “Nothing really, just that i’m a mindless fool and i’m going to be stuck here forever.” he raised his brows in surprise at that one and I just fiddled with the ridges on the glass, not looking up at the intimidating man as I got lost in thought. “Well I did catch you calling Sherry a bitch.” he chuckled, I wasnt sure what he was trying to do but it wasnt working. Instead I just nodded along, “Yes well, we both had some valid points.” I replied and he took the last swig of his drink and placed the empty glass on the table with a clink. Not once did he tear his eyes from mine as he studied my exterior, trying to figure out why I wasnt expressing even a little bit of attitude. “What you saying youre stupid doll? Cause I can tell you I know thats not true.” I finished my drink as well, “No definitely not.” I let my sarcasm drip in a little at that comment and he let a smirk rise to his cheek.

“Am I ever going to get the chance to go home Negan?” I asked bluntly and he let his smile fade and sat up straight, “Like I said, when I make a decsion i'll let you know, but as of right now just enjoy your time here.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes, looking away and I could sense a shift of energy from the man. “Dont act like you haven't already been enjoying the perks. I could be making you work.” he reminded and I hated to say he was right, I would much rather get to have multiple orgasms at the hands of a hungry womanizer as opposed to working all day for him and walking on eggshells 24/7. I didnt like his answer to my question either way and so I stayed silent unsure of a response. He got up without a word and I watched as he picked up his glass and then plucked mine from my fingers as well. I allowed my eyes to follow his tall figure, he went and refilled our glasses adding a bit more than I had originally and coming to sit down again. He handed me my drink and I grabbed it with a smirk, “thanks.” was all I said and he sat down as he took a sip. I could feel by the tension in the air he was unsure of what he could say that would convince me ill be happy here and take my mind off the subject all together. “Whats your problem? I have to say I dont care for whatever this is.” he said not hesitating to add a gesture over me with his hand. I held back a scoff and shoved down the urge to just get up an leave at the question, “Im just thinking about everything.” I replied simply and he nodded, “Well I can understand that, and since you actually said something I can help you out,” he smirked, taking another large mouthful of the auburn liquid before setting the glass down and gesturing to his lap.

“Come sit.” he smiled and I looked at him for a moment before slowly standing up and awkwardly sitting on his knee. “Relax okay?” he said in a calming voice and I got more comfortable in his lap and he softly began stroking my thigh. He grabbed my glass from my hands to bring it to his lips. I furrowed my brows but then felt heat rise to my cheeks and my core throb for a moment as he took a sip and then pushed it up to my lips to take a sip as well. I didnt resist in wrapping my lips around the crystal rim that was damp from his own mouth. “May I remind you of something Y/n?” he said in a serious tone and I relaxed my shoulders and nodded knowing he was going to say it either way. “Look at the world, so whats even a few years here with me?” I looked over his face, the charming dimples appearing with his grin and I blinked to snap myself out of the trance. “No-no, Im not doing that.” I stammered out and he just smiled, stopping his fingers on my thigh and gripping it to scoot me closer to him. He went to offer up another cocky remark but I spoke up again, “What about a deal?” I asked, taking a sip from my drink and allowing him to take a sip as well. He licked his lips as he noticed the curiosity in my eyes, “I dont think so little girl.” He quipped and he went to reach for his own glass but I set mine down instead and stopped him. I threw my other leg over his lap, straddling him and placing my hands on his shoulders. He couldnt help a smirk, as well as the reflex of his rough hands coming to rest on my ass.

“Please at least hear my proposal.” I begged and pressed my hips down to gain some slight friction and he smiled, “Fine.” he looked into my eyes with interested and eager ones, looking over my face as he waited. I slid my hands to his chest and thought about the deal I had yet to come up with. “How about, if I still want to leave in a week you let me?” I took a chance and he smiled, “Nice try, no. You would just say you still want to leave anyways.” I frowned and tried again, “what if we see who can resist sex the longest?” it was now his turn to frown and If I was being honest I wasn’t really a fan of this option either. “Look princess, just accept that you’re trying to find an excuse to leave. You are very smart and if you wanted to escape im sure you would have by now.” he taunted and I looked away in embarrassment since my subconscious knew he wasn’t far off.

Then I had the perfect idea, one I thought may actually peak the mans interest. “Okay last one, I bet I can get you to be begging for me to fuck you.” his eyes darkened at that one and I smiled, realizing it had indeed intrigued the man. I ran a hand up to his face, feeling the rough scruff on his cheeks as he thought about the request, “Ok but you aren’t allowed to just consistently deny me of sex that’s cheating.” he added the rule and I rolled my eyes, “Ok fine.” He smiled and I tugged the hair at the base of his neck and he gave a squeeze to my ass in response, causing my cheeks to flush. “But you aren’t allowed to fuck any of the other girls.” I said confident in my own condition being added as well and he looked at me for a moment. I could tell he already had the answer but didn’t want to seem too welcoming of the idea of having just me. “Fine.” he smiled and I raised my hand to shake on it. He locked his calloused hand in mine and shook it.

His eyes grew lustful and I allowed a devilish grin of my own to appear. I held his large hand in mine before slowly moving it down between my legs. I figured now was the time to start and I kept eye contact as I guided his fingers to cup my clothed heat. I let out a shaky breath as he quickly took back control and rubbed soft slow circles over the lace. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, his other hand quick to move from my ass to my jaw, holding my face to kiss me properly and I let out a soft moan. There had never been a man as sensual as Negan was, not that I had ever met at least. He was so full of passion it was hard to not feel completely intoxicated by the man. Our lips continued to move together as his hand movements didnt stop and I felt my panties begin to dampen. I then moved my own hand down to rub his hardening cock through his jeans, feeling it grow more with my touch and he sucked in a breath. “Fuck I want you right now princess.” he muttered into the kiss and I felt the fire in my core grow hotter at the comment, my thoughts now assuring me fucking him wouldnt necessarily affect the deal. I went to take off his shirt but we were interrupted by a knock at the door. Both of us threw our heads back, now incredibly frustrated as we sighed. “What?” Negan replied and Simon opened the door, Dwight taking place behind him. I stayed in my spot as Negan looked over at the door and I just played with the hem of his shirt.

It was clear Negan was already overdue for a release after the assumingly stressful day he’d had on top of having to deal with me, and now Simon was here to taunt us some more. “We have got a minor emergency Sir.” he stated clearly and just exchanged a look with Negan who groaned annoyed. “Fucking christ.” he rolled his eyes at the idea he could have been pulled from pleasure for something idiotic and he gripped my hips to move me off of him. I whined quietly at the loss of warmth beneath me and he placed a kiss to my lips. “Wait here, and don’t you dare fucking touch yourself.” he whispered in my ear before grabbing his jacket, bat, and the remaining liquid in his glass; he finished it all in one go and set it down on the small table by the door before departing.

a/n thank you @tone-stark for the encouragement in making this, the final part will be out soon and I hope you guys enjoy it!

As always lmk what you think!

#negan x reader #negan the walking dead #negan x female reader #daddy negan #negan fic

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Yeah well, my rant about Clemensia and the movie is Snow propaganda will have to wait because my head is empty, there's only Plinth family stuff

I'll start by saying that I also firmly believe that Suzanne probably has in her house a notebook filled with the background info of ALL the secondary characters of TBOSAS AND THG, she KNOWS it, she just decided not to share it, which I admire greatly, I couldn't keep my ocs info that way *shaking*

But until her says to us otherwise, I guess we are on our own, so because you ask me, lets began with the parallels between Ma Plinth and Katniss' mother.

So as far as we know Katniss' mother belonged to the merchant class, she was of a high social stratum in her district, but she descended socially to marry a miner from the Seam. She abandons her entire home, her past life to be with the man she fell in love with, a gentle man we are told, that likes to sing and who taught his eldest daughter to hunt and other skills necessary for her survival. This men sadly passes away, leaving Katniss mom alone with her daughters whom she cannot care for. And I think you'll agree that if you think about it the other way around, that's the same story as Ma Plinth.

It is possible that Vesta came from one of the slums of District 2, but she meets a man, with whom she falls in love, with ambitious, cold characteristics, not a friendly image but still devoted to him. The man ascends socially, and gets Vesta to leave her life behind, with all the sacrifices that implies to be by his side. Vesta betrays her district in favor of Strabo, and yet she ends up alone caring for her son, one whom her husband leaves almost completely helpless.

I have to concede to Strabo that he ultimately tried to teach Sejanus the way he knew how to survive in the Capitol (which as we see it is to be intimidating so you don't get screwed, prove you are lethal and have money to fix everything) but neither he nor Ma had the tools to deal with Baby Sejanus' trauma of being ripped from his own home, from everything he knew to be forcibly inserted into a society with incomprehensible rules. Especially Ma, the only one who could communicate with her son, did not know how to cope with her own trauma and depression (HER OWN 8-YEAR-OLD SON HAD TO CONSOLE HER).

Because another problem Sejanus faced is that he never received any truly useful guidance from any adult on how to exist in the Capitol. I think the closest thing he ever had to a guide was Coriolanus the snake (a guy too similar to his father, oh yeah let's bring daddy issues into the conversation), who he actually listens to most of the time on how to handle situations or certain feelings.

About what the other anon said: Why Ma didn't divorce Strabo if she only saw how he was hurting her son whom she clearly loved?, I think this is the material and logistical aspect of the situation that you explained well (With what money? Where would they go? ?, Who would receive them?, etc), there it is also the irrational and painful thing about she having loved Strabo and being dependent but here I establishing the most explicit parallel with Katniss's mother: Ma has a small corner decorated with things from D2, Ma says with her heartbroken that only one of her sisters speaks to her after the rebellion, Ma when she can't find Sejanus spends an entire afternoon looking for him on her own, Ma offers to rescue her own son from his own suicide mission.

It is a risky decision. Dangerous. And just as suicidal.

Vesta was depressed and had unresolved trauma. She has the financial stability that Katniss' mother didn't have, so she can be more functional and take care of Sejanus as much as she can but she can't do more. She can't change anything.

But enough of sad things.

Well. Once before I end to write, bc you know HOW MUCH IT EXCITES ME THAT THE IDEA OF DURING THE FIRST QUARTER QUELL D2 CHOICE A PLINTH RELATED ALSO STAY IN YOUR HEAD??!?!? BECAUSE I CONSIDERED THAT IDEA FOR A FIC ONCE A LONG AGO AND I THINK SO MUCH ABOUT IT EVERY DAY AND MY GOD YOUR TAKES ON THAT. They gave me chills!!!

18 YEARS THE TRIBUTE. They were so close to being free and comes to pursue them the sins of a man they even didnt knew. Painfully perfect <3

If you make a Sejarcus playlist by Mitski, I need for my life that you give it to me and by the way. Can I contribute to the Plinth Family soundtrack with songs by Marina with the incredible song of her called: Rootless?

About the latam AU GOD YES! TIGRIS AND CORYO INTEPRETING THE DIVINAS IN FRONT OF THEIR GRANDMOTHER IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING, I love the uruguayans too, <3, they are great and very kind (at least the ones I have met) SO that Tigris is uruguaya now is canon, AND LUCY GRAY AS COLOMBIAN WAS ANOTHER ONE OF MY CHOICES, LET'S GIVE HER THE PAISAAA ACCENT (although being Venezuelan also fits her so well, and yes please her with Boricua Sejanus cursing usa, is what I need, and that both of them together make Coriolanus Arg change for the better by making fun of him and his vast knowledge in children and adult telenovelas. PD: SOMEONE DONT SHOW HIM TERESA). ITS SO TRUE, the Latin American need to made ur fav of your country (I need Sejanus putting up an altar of the Muertos for Marcus, ah, who said that?) But I had homework to do, sadly, so this one is a short answer about our headcanons and so. Before I leave: 1. ANTES DE QUE NOS OLVIDEN IT IS SO D11 CODED MY DEAR LORD. 2. I wouldn't say that I see this song in a particular character, but since we are talking about mothers and complicated relationships between their children, I leave one of my favorite songs related to the subject in Spanish because I have decided to enter into a crusade against songs in English /j Azul- Natalia Lafourcade

save me plinth family.... plinth family save me... (not, but fr, I would love to hear your thoughts regarding this because it's so sad what the movie did to clemensia, the scenes with the snakes are clearly to make snow seem a much better person, when in the book she was just a kid grieving her classmate who just died :(

HELPPP ngl she's so real for that, I couldn't spend two seconds without talking EVERYTHING i planned for an OC that appears for a single minute kskskslskl but at least it gives us space to a lot of hcs and theories (she's also so real for not telling us anything about or theories or thoughts, she lets the fandom overthink and go insane alone).

mate, let me tell you: your brain!!!! YOUR BRAIN!!!! because I haven't to stop about it before, but OH MY GOD. they're almost like a reverse mirror of each other when you stop to think about it, even with the way they chose to cope with the pain, one being devoted to their kid and the other almost abandoning them completely (and both ending with a dead child.... I'm sick to my stomach)

mrs. everdeen has such a tragic story; ofc she was wrong for leaving katniss to basically raise prim by herself, but it's such a depressing and traumatic situation, I'm not sure what I would do myself in that position because it seems horrifying. now, regarding ma plinth, I think people really underestimate how fucking TRAUMATIC her situation is. she just left her home being despised and then gets into another place being equally despised, if not even more. moving countries (I know the districts are in the same country as panem, but I'm assuming the culture is so different that it has the same impact) is traumatic by itself; it's getting inserted into another culture, another reality, dealing with the change, with the new food and routine and even the water's taste is different, and dealing with violent and constant xenophobia. when you move, you're usually conscious of this, and that's why it's important to have a support network because this is going to be hard. now, ma didn't even want to move in first place, as it seems. she seemed to move to the capitol pretty much against her will. when you go by your free will, it's already hard... imagine being almost forced to do it??? and to this, add to the equation a child, who's going through the same traumatic experience as her, who she's responsible for.

(the scene where she says that baby sejanus tried to comfort her, tried to say that it would be okay, BREAKS MY HEART :((( because ma seems so devoted to him, how disturbed she was to the point HE had to comfort her???? a child had to act like a grown up and tell his own ma that everything was going to be okay???)

((plus, a bit non-related, but when "mama's boy" by dominik fike was a hit on tiktok, I remember a post that really marked me. the person said that there's a big difference between a mommy's boy and a mama's boy, and the difference is that a mama's boy went through very traumatic experiences with their mama and that's why they're so close, it's a bond forged in pain, and that sums pretty much my thoughts regarding sejanus' bond with his ma))

sejanus had two adults in his life: one was his father, the same one that took him away from home, the same one his relationship with is pretty strained. the other one is ma. the same ma that loves him so much, but is as hurt as him, and doesn't seem to be able to fit in the capitol either. no wonder he got close to coriolanus (daddy issues go brrrrrr sejanus, go to therapy, please, you can't replace the guiding role you wish of your father with a guy that's exactly like him, if not even MORE dangerous than him)

YOU!!! ARE!!!! SO!!!! ON!!! POINT!!! and I'm going to be honest, I didn't even had made that connect, I'm flabbergasted because OH MY GOD (not only the bad tast in men being generational, but the depression as well, pls). there's a line strabo says when talking with coriolanus after sejanus' death where he says that now, ma plinth needs something to live for. ma was willing to DIE for her son. because without him, what would she live for? she doesn't have anything else. not friends, not purpose, not even family anymore. it's just her and her boy, her boy and her, the only last living piece from her home. but it works much like a sedative; it makes the pain go away for a awhile, but the problem is still there. it doesn't really solve anything.

(now excuse me, I'm going to cry on a corner, I love ma plinth so much it hurts)

BROOOOOOO IF ONE DAY YOU WANT TO, I WOULD LOVE TO READ A FIC FROM YOU WITH THIS CONCEPT, BECAUSE IT'S. JUST. SO. GOOD!!!!! D2 being a district with a culture known to be proud, and resentful, and they never forgetting this surname because the enemy came from within. then the first quarter quell comes, and they get the chance to get revenge, for their sisters, brothers, daughters, sons who were killed by guns bearing the surname plinth. even if it's not fair, even if it's just symbolic. THE PAIN UGHHHH

ONE DAY I'LL MAKE THAT PLAYLIST, I SWEAR, it's just that mitski has so many songs that are just SO them- i will??? francis forever?? TWO SLOW DANCERS??? and SPECIALLY star. it makes me want to scream cry throw up. literally them.

(also, your best american girl is pretty much snowjanus; your mother wouldn't approve how my mother raised me!!!)

the plinths are already so marina coded, but THEY ARE LITERALLY THIS SONG????? not belonging to anywhere anymore, too district to be capitol, too capitol to be district, not able to get accepted in neither, foreigners to both. NO HOME SWEET AND NO SWEET HOME.

KSKSKSKS tigris even making coryo dress up just to perform in front of their ma (ofc she took a pic of it, and ofc she showed sejanus and lgb when she met them bc tigris keeps this pic on her phone bc of how funny it is 😭) LUCY GRAY HAVING A PAISA ACCENT OMGGGGGG girl would sound even MORE charming than she already does, now I'm thorn but it's just. colombian lucy gray. COLOMBIAN LUCY GRAY!! sejanus and lucy gray would be such a fun duo, both of them #1 enemies of that place (him even more, sejanus growing up and getting even more mad that he can travel to all the states bc his passport has the stupid eagle, but he can't even VOTE, and lucy gray hearing him vent and being "that's so right mate, get their ass" while drinking on her coffee) THEY WOULD MAKE SO MUCH FUN OF HIM probably either bc tigris showed them the pic or bc they caught coriolanus gossiping online with old aunts on facebook under a fake account about this day's chapter. PLSSSS IF HE SAW TERESA IT WOULD GIVE HIM IDEAS, IT'S BETTER LEAVE HIM AWAY FROM IT (non-related, but coriolanus would be such a girly pop regarding the villains in general, he would see a pretty woman getting rid of their niece and be like "so what? at least she looks good doing it! good for her!")

(non-related again, but also, ma during parties putting baby sejanus to sleep on two plastic chairs <33)

bro. BRO. WHYYYYY I'M SO HEARTBROKEN NOW 😭 (even after sejanus is dead, ma keeps putting up an altar to marcus because she knew how important it was for sejanus, and she puts it next to the one she puts to sejanus so they can be close)

good luck with your homework!!! :D

D11 is such an interesting district, these guys are always so important and in the frontline of things, the lyrics fits them so perfectly during both the games (and I wish he could know more about their role on their rebellion, because I'M SO SURE they were so important)!!! PLSSS and I'm with you on that, enough of english-speaking songs ☝️ I LOVE NATALIA LAFOURCADE SM AND I LOVE THAT SONG, I know you said you didn't think about a specific character but all I could think about while listening to it was ma plinth, I'm hearbroken rn omg 😭

#tbosas #tbosas movie #sejanus plinth #ma plinth #ask #sort of analysis #I love the plinths so much #and boricua sejanus you'll always be famous!!!#my silly little thoughts

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justmeandmyships · 2 years

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Oh wait a damn minute...

With my last post of my pity party i realized something. Please bare with me...

As we know little women (1994) was one of the movies inspirations for season 4. Of course most of us pointed out the parallel between Jo-Laurie- Amy with El-Mike-Will. because in both cases there are siblings in a romantic triangle with their childhood friend. In both cases there’s a trip, complicated feelings and stuff that I don’t want to detail now.

But at first I thought the inspiration they took it was: Mike and Will going on a trip and they realizing their feelings to one another just like Amy and Laurie did after Jo rejected him. But what if they actually uses as inspiration that iconic confession that Laurie did to Jo.

Yes. That Iconic love confession that we AmyxLaurie shippers have to fight even to this day because JoxLaurie shipper don’t let go of it. Laurie told Jo he loved her. He even was devastated after her rejection. He scaped to Europe and drawn himself in alcohol and lost all purpose for his life. This is when he finds Amy and they become closer with heart to heart conversation. He even said some hurtful things to her like when he asked her to marry her just because he knows he must married with one of the March sisters.

Now here is where my mind makes the connection (keep in mind that as writers inspirations from movies and shows don’t need to be literal.):

1. Mike told El he loves her with a “speech” just like Laurie did to Jo. He (Laurie) even said that they being together was something that everybody EXPECTED, so they MUST BE TOGETHER. He never talked about Jo’s dreams or vision for her life. His speech was basically focused on what He NEEDED. What HE DID. Sounds familiar? For me it does because if we see Mike’s speech gravities about the words Needs and how HE SEES El. Even if he said he loves her regardless of her powers Laurie also said he would still love Jo even if she didn’t fulfill his needs and was so opposed to his life style.

2. Both Mike and Laurie said hurtful things to Will/Amy. Mike said that meeting El was the day his life started and that was the time that Will life became an eternal hell. He said that in front of Will and knowing damn well how it affected him because Mike’s has comforted Will in the past, so he knows. That was just cruel.

The same goes for Laurie. In this version (because it’s not included on the books) he said to Amy that basically they should marry because he’s is rich and she’s ambitious and he has always known that he will marry a March sister. That’s hurtful because Amy is nothing but ambitious and she has always loved him and he basically saying “yeah I would marry you because I couldn’t have your sister” it’s mean as fuck.

3. Both Will/Amy went to a trip that helps them to figure out their feelings and communicate them to the audience: From Amy sides (in this version) it was kinda of always hinted that she had feelings for Laurie since she was a kid but she resigned herself to never go deeper on it because she knew Laurie loved Jo and Jo was her sister (familiar huh?) but YEARS (remember this it will be important later) after she meets Laurie again in Europe, she finds out that her feelings for him are heavy (cough another coincidence with Will) but she doesn’t tell him, she actually rejected his cruel proposal but we as an audience are told that she rejected the proposal of another man who was richer than Laurie. That let us know that she indeed fell for him (even though this movie didn’t invested too much in them and just show us their little talks).

In Will’s case you already know they let us know about his feelings with his painting and the van scene. I don’t want to talk about it, I am still emotional. But you know what I’m talking about.

But why is interesting these connections? Simple because Laurie and Amy as Will and Mike didn’t end their trip well. Not really. But after Laurie awful proposal to Amy, he realized that his feelings for Jo were never that real. He realized that his feelings for Amy were something more... a true love nothing else. He said to her “now i realized that it wasn’t your family what i wanted. It’s you who I love.” And before that he finds out who he was beyond Jo, beyond Amy, beyond love and that’s when he was ready to understand his feelings.

In the movies this happens within a few months or weeks i don’t recall but the trip when Amy and Laurie found each other happened YEARS AFTER LAURIE’s CONFESSION AND JO’s REJECTION. So in that order of ideas, We already have the trip but we haven’t had the time jump and the discovering of who is Mike besides relationships. And we know for a fact that next season will be a time jump, isn’t it? So my guess is that next season milkshake will fall apart just like Jo and Laurie. Perhaps El will break up with Mike and this Will help him to figure out who he is and that will allow him to understand his feelings too but also please take note that Laurie was full on denial of his feelings for Amy, at least Mike acknowledge that he fears of loosing Will and we also know that Mike KNOWS that painting was for Will because Eleven told him he painted for someone he likes. It’s possible that Mike it’s just “trying to keep things normal” like Finn said, because Mike doesn’t know what to do with his feelings and Will’s feelings. Remember that he grow up in an homophobic house.

This explains everything for me. From the awkward hug to the monologue and why the Duffers chose to make it as corny and cringe because they are even going on a deeper length than little women because at least Laurie speech was super emotional and it is hard not to feel bad for him. But Mike wasn’t and it wasn’t even focused on Mike at all. They’re basically implying that Mike is struggling with himself and perhaps already in love with Will unlike Laurie.

This already too long but I will say one last thing and it is that one of the first thing Laurie said after to Jo it’s that he understand now that she was right. On the books even said that he now knows that his love was switched and understands that he always LOVED JO AS A SISTER.

Anyway... i hope you can understand me because this was too long and a mess. I might change my mind later. I’m going through all stages of grief

#byler #but it explains a lot to me #actually am i having hope again?#i need to edit this later if I still think the same #stranger things #will byers #Mike Wheeler #and this wasn’t a winning season

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p3rry-pi3 · 1 year

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OKAY OKAY quick trigger warning for mentioning of addiction and drugs,,, I know lil’ strange but hear me out.

Oh and spoiler warning

y’all know how filbo was left mayor??? Yeah? Yeah?

I have an assumption.

What if filbo had ACTUAL potential and grumps CHOSE to drive him out.

Yeah. What if THE lizbert megafig thought about it and gave filbo the title.

if lizbert didn’t think filbo could handle the situation don’t you think she would’ve left EGGABELL in charge??????

As proven before by us and our arrival two major titles don’t change the roles of the game and only dives deeper into the characters themselves so the excuse that “eggabell was ONLY supposed to be the towns doctor.” Isn’t a justifiable reasoning.

Neither is, “oh it was a late notice.” Or “oh she wouldn’t have known she’d be queen.” She ADMITTED on more than one occasion that she knew their capabilities and knew beforehand what would happen. And even then she would’ve let eggabell handle true town as part time mayor WHILE SHE HUNTED FOR SNAX. But knowing ~presumably knowing~ eggabell wouldn’t have been able to take it,, she left FILBO, (a well trusted long term friend who she had been around SINCE HIS TEEN YEARS might I add and might’ve been there for longer than his parents have, and not ONLY THAT but he had been AND I QUOTE, “Been following Liz around for years.” Said by eggabell so Liz WOULD and COULD’VE fully known and have been aware filbo would be a good leader, let alone mayor.) in charge. So that’s not a good reasoning either.

It may be just my biased opinion or observation, but don’t you think if he had AT LEAST broken up fights the only other issues the townspeople had would be on themselves. They legitimately bully filbo because they all couldn’t be codependent on a person who could actually catch bugsnax anymore and was left with filbo. Someone who probably can’t even hold a tooth brush properly.

I feel like it was because they were so addicted to them the fade between them “needing” bugsnax and dissing filbo became normalized the more they were left under his watch.

“The plot wouldn’t have been the same since bugsnax go off of weaknesses that they exploit both unintentionally and unwillingly.”

That’s because they act like drugs. I firmly believe the bugsnax had the same effects as any other addicting consumables, have it what you will,, but I think the whole snapping on filbo was the same result as an addict getting angry cause they hadn’t have been as codependent on something that can exploit them no matter how many secrets kept hidden. Which is something I’m NOT clarifying cause I feel like it’s a really random topic and I haven’t really gathered much canonical info to back it up but so far I have this info between changes on mannerisms towards filbo and others. But since so much happened before we came and the timeline isn’t quite cleared up from since we came on snaktooth it’s all a blur and my thesis remains as just another hypothesis.

I think if others were lucid enough to reason with Liz, they would’ve been just as fine with filbo.

“Liz could’ve left anyone in charge.”

Then why wasn’t anyone else mayor? Why couldn’t filbo follow Liz on her snax huntings? Must be strange considering how they all complain about how busy they all are and the only other one who seems to mess up everything BESIDES also following Liz around.

Not only that but filbo has been proven to not by any means manage to keep a job for any longer than I think a week. So he would be the only other one who is:

1. Reliable

2. Honest

3. Thoughtful

4. Capable of communication

5. Charismatic

And 6. Able to hold conversation and seems to have experience with working with others considering how he handles the situations in game.

Not only that but if it weren’t for the role mayor he’d be the only one doing nothing all expedition long.

This is just my theory, I could be completely wrong and overthinking this so furthermore notice and questions in regarding my thoughts can and will be accepted criticism as long as it isn’t hate and actually thoughtful which can be an opinion formed over anything but considering this is a bug game with a moderately more understanding fandom I don’t think the dictation of whether or not the question/concern is thoughtful matters much!^^

You can have any opinion formed on the others or filbo I general,,, I can’t control that and I can’t control how you feel about this thought. Read it all the way through,,, or completely ignore it, whatever fits for you! 😎✨

I personally like filbo and couldn’t help but take upon notice how strange it is to me that they’d leave someone incapable of taking care of a town but was also a well trusted friend of an explorer who has been proven and seen to know more than the others in her industry or the expedition as a whole???

It didn’t piece well for me,, so a play through video later I did some overthinking and researching on him.

And yes I did just change the color of the texts so people who aren’t interested or disagree can read this text if they wish to do so and didn’t stick around long enough to patiently read through my ramblings to see the disclaimer. Hey, leave me alone. I just came back from watching a harsh commentary from a loud fandom I’m from :’)

But that’s my personal issues,,, ignore it do whatever,,, just pretend the disclaimer isn’t there if you find it odd it’s easier and less awkward for the both,,,, well for all of us actually.

#bugsnax #bugsnax ramblings #I forgot my theory tag already #AAAAA I forgot it #mind rambles #THERE WE GO JEEZ #should I tag filbo #should I?????#imma do it lol #filbo fiddlepie #bugsnax filbo #filbo bugsnax #there did it

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