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tf2-hmmm · 4 years

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How do you think the mercs would react to their girlfriend (or friend/S/O/comrade/pal if you’d like) asking to paint their nails? Would they mind at all? I’m curious to hear! I just painted my nails and I was thinking like “hmmmm I wonder...” y’know? Anyway thanks in advance:) I can’t wait to see what other stuff you write<3

Hmmm here you gooo! ;)

Scout

During his childhood, he'd always see his ma use the nail polish herself. There are variations of colors he sees women use, but his mom was in favor of using the blue tinted ones. He'd know she recently painted her nails when her bedroom has that distinct chemical scent.

He'd seen how she applied it, but never understands how she prevents the wet paint from smudging. What's her secret? Steady hands? Special glue? He still finds it a mystery.

...And then one day his S/O came and simply asked to paint his nails. Does their S/O got steady hands? He wonders.

Maybe he can finally see the secret technique in action. His curiosity motivates him to try.

"Know what? Yeah let's do it. But how long does that paint dry? Can't have that thing smudging my stuff y'know." He glances at his bat.

If S/O has assorted colors to let him choose from, he would definitely want to pick the blue shade.

Be wary S/O, as he is likely to ruin your masterpiece after leaving him to dry it. The guy can't stay still for a minute.

Soldier

Patriotism is one of the best ways to goad this man into letting his S/O paint his nails with passion.

It's a yes or no question to him. Either he goes all out or never uses the nail polish.

Should his S/O use their charms, he will agree to let them paint everything down to his toes...

...on one condition: he wants a nail art of the american flag. Down. to the very. last. detail.

Did he stutter?

Nope. Now S/O has to show their dedication too. It's too late to turn back.

Yes, it is a tiring task for S/O, but after finishing their masterpiece, he does have a reward for them too.

If S/O still haven't painted their own nails, he will also want to paint a detailed american flag on his S/O. Now they have a couple's nail art!

Pyro

Their head tilted after their S/O asked.

S/O had to repeat the same question to them again. They froze.

Looking around the base, they let the glove slide, revealing their hand underneath, and some burn marks. They truly want it, however is hesitant to fully display their hand.

They're quick to pick the pastel colors, and the special glitters for nail polish too.

Feels warmer when their S/O holds their hand while painting their nails. Is slightly disappointed when S/O finishes painting quickly.

As for their other hand, they will need more time to gather their courage to reveal it to their S/O.

The residents from Pyroland will be pleased to see the pastel colors.

Demoman

One morning he wakes up groggy, waking next to his S/O. He couldn't remember what happened after his night out with his merc pals. He does remember drinking, singing silly songs, and... that is all.

Aside from the normal smell of smoke and gunpowder from his room, he sniffs and smells something else: the stench of a familiar chemical. He finds it hard to identify its source.

His S/O later wakes and sheepishly asks if they can continue with his nail polish.

Oh.

Now he remembers everything last night. He can only stare at his hands and laugh.

It happened last night after the song session. "Your turn, drink or dare?" His S/O asked that night, the spin bottle points at him once again.

"Drink!" He drunkenly grabbed for the liquor, only to be stopped by Scout.

"Wait- no fair! You haven't picked dare tonight!" The wee scunner pouted.

Soon, his pals noticed this and encouraged him to pick the dare option. His pride was on the line and must go through the dare option...

...and thats how he got the glitter nail polish.

Heavy

Is already used to having one of his nails experimentally painted on by his younger sisters. His hand was their art canvas.

If it encourages his siblings' creativity, he sees no problem being painted on. He hoped his S/O gets to hang out with his siblings more often.

Already knows the basics, do's and dont's. He can help his S/O apply it. May also suggest some interesting color combinations he learned from his siblings.

Will let his S/O paint, but will remove it with acetone at the end of the day. He wouldn't risk letting the paint mark his Sasha!

Engineer

Depending on his schedule, if he is busy, he politely declines.

But given the chance that he has time, he will let his S/O paint on his remaining hand.

Much like Scout, he will study how their S/O never smudges the paint. The learning never stops outside his job after all.

May also want to learn applying the nail polish himself. Being a perfectionist, he learns fast.

May help his S/O next time with applying.

If his S/O's has a hobby for using nail polish, he will research and buy good nail polish products for them.

Medic

As soon as the S/O asks, he quickly declines and thanks S/O for the offer, but opts for a manicure instead.

Cares about having healthy nails. He hates seeing them peel during the battle.

Will observe how his S/O applies the manicure.

If he notices his S/O's addiction towards using nail polishes, he will remind them of the dangers of overusing a nail polish. It can weaken S/O's nails and cause it to peel!

Having the knowledge of his S/O's love of nail polishes, he will try to create a safer nail polish.

Sniper

Over the course of his sniping career, he's gotten used to getting the garand thumb. It's a gun related injury that forms a bruise around his right thumbnail.

He always did try to cover the injured nail with a piece of cloth. Though he thinks the cloth slows him down.

When his S/O offered to paint his nails, he only asked that they use their black paint to hide the bruise-tinted nail.

When he sees the injured thumb next time, he'll no longer feel frustrated. Rather, he'd smile and be reminded of his S/O instead.

These are the times he appreciates his S/O very much.

Spy

S/O just finished painting theirs. Curiously, they asked if he would mind his nails being painted on.

"Oh, but mon amour, you already applied it on moi!" He gives his S/O a cheeky grin.

His S/O raises a brow questioningly.

Setting down the cigar, the trickster slowly takes off his gloves, only to show the identical nail art that S/O just made.

Glancing back at him, his S/O can only see a doppelganger of their own image. Identical wet painted nails included.

The S/O lookalike takes the time to appreciate the work.

"You painted it well, but I wore it better." He- your doppelganger gives you an amused wink.

Welp guess that's his passive way of saying non.

#tf2 imagine #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 headcanons #this took longer than it should have #but here you go haha #i feel proud of spy's last line #i may fix some of the grammars later #typing all of these from my phone is a nightmare lmao

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joaquinfeed · 4 years

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Love Letters (Arthur x Reader)

Prompt: You find Arthur’s journal and start exchanging notes with him. Fluff ensues. Word Count: 2,929

— You push open the door of your Gotham city apartment building, before trudging over to the mailboxes.

“Bills, bills, bills,” you sigh, shoving the unopened letters into your bag. You turn to make your way to the elevator, but something catches your eye. A worn notebook lays on the floor at your feet, words scrawled across every inch of it. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you can’t help but reach down and grab it.

You let your fingers run over the pages, as your eyes land on what looks to be the last thing written. You almost set the journal back down, not wanting to intrude on the stranger’s personal thoughts. But something about the messy handwriting draws you in.

I just want peeple to see me. I think I would be happyer if I had someone who cared.

Your heart felt heavy for the stranger; there was no way you could pretend that you never saw this. Your hand immediately shuffled around inside your bag, pulling out a pen and getting to work on your note back.

I’m sorry you feel that way. Everyone deserves to be seen. I’m sure you have someone who cares about you, and if not, I’ll be that person.

You read over your words, nodding in approval. You drop the notebook next to the mailboxes, hoping that the man or woman who left it behind will come back for it. As you made your way to the elevator, you couldn’t help the light feeling that washed over you. For once, you felt like you actually did something worthwhile in Gotham.

—

The next day, you were practically buzzing with excitement as you rushed home from work. All you could think about was the journal you found. Had the person read your note? Did they write something back? Did they even notice that the journal was gone? So many questions were swirling through your head, but you didn’t have to dwell on them much longer.

Sitting in almost the exact same place as you left it in, the journal was open to a new page, and another messy note was scrawled across the lines.

I only have my mother. You must not have many peeple to. Why else would you be writing back to a man in a jurnal journal.

Despite yourself, you laughed at the bluntness of the stranger, who you now know is male. A few other residents of the building gave you a look as you chuckled to yourself. With your pen already in hand, you moved to draw a small smiley face on the paper.

:) It’s funny of you to say that. Very bold. It’s nice that you still have your mom. Do you see her often? P.S. My name is Y/N, what’s yours? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.

Oddly enough, you were looking forward to getting up the next morning to see if your mystery guy would write back. At first, you were sure he would, but the more you thought about it, the more you started second-guessing.

Was asking about his mother too forward? What about asking for his name? After all, this man didn’t know you whatsoever. He has no obligation to tell you anything about his life; however, he did say he was lonely in some regard. You’re just trying to be friendly, you told yourself. If he didn’t want to answer, he didn’t have to. You wouldn’t be disappointed.

—

You were right to tell yourself that you wouldn’t be disappointed. When you took a detour over the mailboxes that morning, you instantly saw a new reply sitting beneath yours from the previous day.

You think I’m funny? I do stand up comedy sometimes. I actully live with my mother here. I take good care of her. Ps I like your name. My name is Arthur. Arthur Fleck.

Your fingers traced over the man’s name.

“Arthur,” you said out loud to yourself. You liked the way his name sounded, and as strange as it seemed, you felt like his name matched his cute, scribbly handwriting.

I like your name too. Also, you’re a comedian? Now you have to tell me a joke!

You looked over the words, wondering if you should write anything else. He didn’t ask you any questions, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t tell him anything.

I think it’s great that you take care of your mom, not many people would do that.

You considered adding “you seem like a really nice guy” to the end of your note but decided against it. You’ve already been inquisitive; it’s probably best to hold back a little.

A reply was waiting for you the next morning when you checked back in. While reading it, you couldn’t help but laugh at Arthur’s response.

Why dont canibals cannibals eat clowns? Becus they taste funny.

There was a line of space between the joke he scribbled down and the rest of his note. You glanced down, hanging on to every word that was written on the page. You wondered if he felt the same way while reading what you left him.

Most peeple find it strange that I live with my mother. You said it was great. Thank you for being nice to me Y/N.

Your heart picked up at the use of your name. At the risk of sounding cliché, you can’t remember a time when the mere doodle of your name has caused such a surge of warmth to fill your body.

You felt kind of absurd for feeling like this. You haven’t even met the man. He could be any person in the building, and yet, you still felt drawn to Arthur like he was someone you’ve known forever.

You hastily wrote back to him, deciding to take a bit of a chance with your next move.

No need to thank me, Arthur. I truly think it’s admirable. Oh, and that was a hilarious joke. I’d love to hear it in person sometime.

You knew that was a bold thing to say to him. It has only been four days since you found the man’s notebook, and you’ve already given him a reason to meet with you. You’re absolutely positive you have a high chance of being the next star of a late-night murder mystery documentary. Still, at this point, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Pushing the thoughts of Arthur out of your mind, you left for work, hoping to go one day without thinking of your new pen-pal.

—

When you arrived home from work, you were nearly falling over in exhaustion. You just wanted to get back to your apartment and crash in front of the TV. As always, though, you stopped by to read any new messages that Arthur had left. You were surprised to see a rather long entry this time compared to his usual two or three sentences.

I dont understand why you want to talk to me Y/N. You know you are not forced to anser me. I know that you probly dont actully want to meet with me. Thats ok. I enjoy getting your mesages and I want to keep talking. I feel like I have somebody with you around. But I understand if you want to stop. You dont have to lie to me and tell me you want to meet. I will be fine.

For the first time, Arthur’s note didn’t make you smile. Instead, you read through it with a dull ache in your chest. You wished there was some way to prove to him how much you looked forward to this encounter every day. Honestly, it was the only thing you looked forward to these days.

Arthur,

You doodled a little heart next to his name before scratching it out, too nervous about leaving it there.

I have never lied to you, and I never will. I would like to meet sometime, but only when you’re comfortable with that. Until then, we can talk here. I enjoy getting your messages too; they actually make me really happy. I feel like I have a friend in you. P.S. What’s your favorite color?

The notes between you both went on for another two weeks. Even though your communication was often brief and to the point, you still found yourself craving the disordered, misspelled words from Arthur. Nearly three weeks of knowing him, and you were convinced he was the kindest, funniest, and most selfless man in Gotham. With every new letter in the journal, you felt your control slip away, leaving behind a feeling that you haven’t experienced quite like this.

You liked him. It has only been three weeks, and you liked him.

You tried to reason to yourself that it wasn’t totally crazy to have a crush on Arthur. It’s normal to develop a crush on someone in such a short period; that’s how crushes work. You knew, however, that it wasn’t normal to crush on someone you’ve never even really met. Arthur was nothing but some words on a page right now, but you still couldn’t shake the thought that you knew him.

With each day that passed, you learned something new about him. From his favorite foods to his job at HaHa’s, you found yourself holding on to each fact as if your life depended on it. You briefly wondered if you should take a stop by HaHa’s on your way home from work, but ultimately decided against it. You wanted Arthur to be ready to meet you; you didn’t want to force him to.

After a particularly hard day at work, you sat by the mailboxes, writing furiously about your day.

I hate my job. I hate this apartment. I hate Gotham. The only thing I look forward to is writing with you, but I don’t even know you. Isn’t that pathetic?

You carried on for a whole page and a half about the shitty day you’ve had. You considered tearing it out so Arthur wouldn’t feel required to comfort you, but something kept you from doing so. Arthur has been somewhat open with you; it’s about time you do the same for him.

The next day, you halted to a stop by the mailboxes, seeing the journal laying in its usual location. But next to it, a single blue flower. You slowly made your way over, trying not to get your hopes up.

Y/N Im sorry you are feeling like this. Things in Gotham can be awful sometimes. I have felt like that my hole life. Im starting to feel diferently now that I have you. I hope you feel the same way. I got you this blue flower to cheer you up. Blue means comfort.

You felt your ears burn red, as you picked up Arthur’s gift. You knew how much courage it must have took him to leave something like that for you. The man has told you enough about him for you to picture his bouncing leg and racing heart as he sat the flower down next to his new entry.

This means more than you know, Arthur.

This time, you did leave a little doodle heart next to his name. You knew he would only find it endearing now.

I am incredibly lucky to have found you. You make living in Gotham worthwhile.

You took the flower up to your apartment, knowing that you were going to do whatever you could to keep it alive and well.

If you weren’t sure before, you were now. You really, really liked Arthur. And you kind of, sort of, hoped he liked you too.

—

The next night, you were off early from work. So, after grabbing something quick to eat, you walked back to your apartment in hopes of seeing a new message from Arthur.

When you got inside, you stopped in your tracks. A man with curly, brown locks towered over the journal. Your heart started thumping loudly in your chest as you took in, who you presumed to be, your month-long writing buddy.

“Arthur,” you said quietly, trying not to startle him. He still jumped slightly, almost toppling over from lack of balance. He gave you a confused look, seemingly trying to figure out if he knew you. “It’s Y/N.”

Suddenly, his eyes went wide, and he hurriedly concealed the journal behind his back.

“B-but, I only talk to you in my notebook. W-why are you here? You’ve never been here before,” he said, moving his hands from his chest to his waistline, a gesture you guessed was made to ground himself.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just, I got off work early. I didn’t know you would be here, I swear,” you told him. “If you want me to leave, I understand. I’ll just look at what you wrote later.”

“No.”

“No?”

He finally looked at you—all of you. His eyes roamed from your shoes, all the way to your face before his gaze rested on yours.

“You- you can’t read it. You can’t,” he mumbled.

“But… I’ve been reading everything in there,” you paused before quickly continuing. “Everything you’ve written to me. I haven’t read anything before that! I would never.”

He nods, staying silent.

“Were you going to stop talking to me?” you asked, a little hurt at the insinuation.

“No! I- I could never.”

“Then, why can’t I read what you wrote?”

He looks down at the floor, picking at a part of his sweatpants. “It’s embarrassing.”

“You know I’d never judge you, Arthur, but you don’t have to show me if you don’t want. I can leave, and we can continue writing like this never happened.”

“Okay,” he agrees, and you’re glad to see him meet your eyes once again. He drops the notebook onto the floor, and gives you a wave before taking off towards the elevator. You wait until he’s inside before reaching down and grabbing the book.

His writing, as usual, brings a small smile to your face. It makes your heart flutter that you have a face to put with the name and the messy scribbles.

I checked every word twice in order to get this right. I wanted to make sure I spelled and said everything perfictly perfectly. I know we have known each other for a little bit but youre always on my mind. Just like you said… you make living in Gotham worthwhile. I have a queston question for you. I hope you still want to write after this. Will you go on a date with me to Pogos? It’s a comedy club. It’s okay to say no.

You bit your lip, nearly drawing blood. The smile threatening to take over your face grew the more times you read over the note. You couldn’t believe the man you just talked to wanted to go out with you. And poor Arthur, who was too embarrassed to tell you that, looked like he wanted to shrivel up.

You scrawled down a giant “yes” under Arthur’s last writing before aimlessly drawing a few hearts around the word. After running upstairs to grab a few things, you came back down to the mailboxes and threw a blanket down on the floor. You were confident that people were going to think you’re crazy, but you weren’t concerned about their opinions. You parked yourself on the blanket and decided to camp out until the next morning when Arthur would, no doubt, be returning.

When the sun did arise, so did your writing partner. You heard the elevator doors screech open, and before you could look, Arthur was standing in front of you gawking.

“Did- did you get evicted?”

You laughed slightly and shook your head. “I was waiting for you.”

“You were waiting for me,” he repeated, looking puzzled and a little nervous.

“Yes. I wanted to be here when you read my response,” you told him. Your heart raced as he carefully took the journal from your hands and looked at it. His brows furrowed, and he looked back at you in astonishment.

“Are you sure? I think you made a mistake,” he dropped the journal and put his hands firmly back onto his chest. “This is not real.”

Your heart sank a little as you took in the distressed man in front of you. “This is real, Arthur. I didn’t make a mistake. I like you.”

“No- no,” his hands went to his head, so you reached out cautiously and took them into yours.

“I like you,” you repeated. “I would love to go on a date with you.”

That seemed to break him out of his episode, and he looked down at your intertwined hands before he broke out into a smile.

“Really? Okay. I’ll write to you and tell you what time to meet me.”

You giggled, debating whether or not to tell him that you didn’t need to write any more now that you knew each other. However, you let him go with a smile on your face and kept your mouth shut. If he wanted to write to you, you’d gladly let him. You were looking forward to seeing what time your scribbly, disordered, writing partner would come up with in your journal.

Your journal, you thought to yourself. You and Arthur’s journal.

You liked the thought of that. Arthur will just have to get used to it.

Turns out, Arthur didn’t have to get used to it. He already was.

#joaquin phoenix #joaquin phoenix joker #joker #joker imagine #joker x reader #joker x you #arthur fleck #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck x you

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fanonskeletonstuff · 4 years

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CPAU: DisCo

pls kno im not a serious writer thank;; also it’s my replies only, i didnt share anyone elses (unless they want to share killer and his s/o’s whole thread along with the sideplots, i dont wanna paste their replies without permission tho i plan not to)

this may include othertale spoilers and rahafwabas’ killer!sans comic references

gonna put this on wattpad too

—

Dust explores the CP. he sees Color and his rainbow cracked skull is the first thing he catches. Color sees him back and walks to him first. “heya. i see you’re about to cause trouble.”

“wh... what? pfff...” Dust is surprised Color already knows who he is. “i can’t if this is some large christmas gathering. isnt it on christmas, you have to be well... GOOD???”

Color jumps back from the yell. “of course you have to. but, you’re one of those sanses, so i can’t stop ya.” Then, he realizes something. “say, aren’t you killer’s friend? have you two met before?”

Dust remembers who Killer is. “ohhh, that man?? yeah, we had to date once during our bad sanses sleepover. horror held the event cause it was halloween at the time.”

“huh... well, this is dangerous of me, i’m talkin’ to ya and anytime you might just kill me.” Color chuckles. “however, I know sanses can control themselves. I know killer can. he thinks i have to kill him, but it’s just wrong. i think he can change. he doesnt have to fuel himself with thoughts of murdery.”

Dust feels roasted. “WOW?? heheheh!! you’re so smart those colors must be how high your IQ is!”

“heheh, oh, that. so, here’s my story. i absorbed souls in a genocide timeline. i was about to die, so it’s the only thing i had to do. that’s why i look like that... that...”

Color gets interrupted by Dance, who teleported next to him. “uhhh...”

//OH NO COLOR X DANCE CRACK SHIP ALERT CAUSE COLOR!SANS LOOKS LIKE THOSE LED LIGHTS THAT SWITCH COLOR TO COLOR AHSJSJSK

— — —

“heya. you’re quite the party lights in here.” Dance is getting the gay feeling.

“oh, heheh, wow, huh?” Color feels awkward. “heyy, i know you! you’re that shy dancer who doesn’t get much stage fright the more he gets used to dancing. hip hop, right?”

“yep. yeah, that’s my genre.” Dance blushes. “what AU are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“i’m from othertale. fun fact, the AU’s not about me! i’m pretty much undyne’s supporting character.” Color laughs.

“cool...” Dance likes him- “i like your colors. where’d you get your lights?”

“oh, i was just explaining to dust pal here I got it from human souls. i, um, absorbed ‘em. needed it cause i was aboutta die.”

“that must be risktaking of you for your own life, c...” Dance winks, his left eye open. “hey, maybe we should... dance, sometime...”

Dust laughs at Color and Dance, gives a hard pat on Color’s shoulder. “uh oh, GAY alert!!!” Phantom!Papyrus is probably shook at this point.

— — —

“heh... sorry to say, but you’re too nice and popular to be with me.” Color answers. “I, um... already had letters with someone. kinda like dust, but...”

“it’s ok. if i dance too much, that’s when the beats go off.” Dance understands.

“yeah... honestly, he’d kill you if he sees you. If he were in this party and you say that to me... he’ll overthink his actions and end up on a killing spree.”

Dance knows who he’s talking about. “wait. you don’t mean... how...???”

“how?”

“how... how is he with you? wait, i must be assuming. who are you with, but not really?”

— — —

“u-uh... he likes... someone else, n-n-now...” Dance being the shy sweatpants boi he is puts on his hood blushing. “sorry, i said too much...”

“o-oh, no problem! killer chose me anyway, but i only chose him back cause he wants me to be his guy...de.” Color winks for the pun. guy-de for ‘guide’ lol.

— — —

Then, Color says his name.

“killer. he told me everything about himself. personally. there was no one else but me and him. like an error in his anti-void.”

“oh, uh... he’s h-here, actually...” Dance hesitates. “wait... i still have more to say...”

“ok.”

Dust walks out of the conversation, continuing to follow Red.

Red sees Killer being cute. “ah *shoes*-//“

he notices himself getting his words censored and thats embarrassing. “WHAT THE-////“

— — —

Color and Dance walks in.

“hey, what’s happening here?” Color asks.

“hi red...” Dance waves. “i hope your anger management’s doing well.”

Red’s starting to think he’s gonna have a BIG WHOOP. “OK, what’s goin’ on here?! who set this?! cigar’rus?!” he mentions US!Pap, the host of the therapy closet session.

— — —

Killer sees Dust and feels a bit scarEd. “hiya.”

“welcome to the party, that goes to the three of you....” Dance still shying out tho.

“hey buddy red. tough day? i heard you yelling back there.” Color helps Red.

“ya heard nothin, newbie!” Red nervously laughs. “feel like imma get stabbed by that dust guy there! or any of those funkers!”

Killer breaks up with Color 3 2 1-

“sir’s probably lookin’ for us, we should find a way out.” Dust puts a hand around Killer.

Killer blushes. “wait...// im still wearing this.”

Dust lets go. “ohhh’kayyy, take your time...”

Killer rubs both of his sleeves until he sees Color. “color....?”

“uh...” Color stops hiding behind Dance, holds Dance’s hand, and blushes. “yeah, it’s me.”

Dance blushes back, HE A HERMIT CRAB//) “(c-color, whuh)”

“long time no see.”

“heheh... i heard you found someone else, so... hey, it’s okay! if he can help you, honestly, i just said yes so i could control you. and, uh, manipulation is one of the bad things in relationships, right? so...”

Killer listens to Color. “don’t feel bad.”

“i’m gonna walk off cause i don’t wanna get caught. oh, and one more thing.” Color shows Killer he’s holding Dance’s hand. “once you see it, you can ditch me.”

“s-s-sorry/////“ Dance mutters while hiding in his hood hiding away his blue blushy flustering face.

last one: shoutout to outer sans being a fluffy pillow to the bad sanses out there uwu

Outer, still next to RainbowKill, looks at Dust while Color and Dance walk away together. Not only he should help Killer calm down, but maybe him too. He probably has a certain goal to calm down most Sanses that used to be good. Yep, still the most relaxed Sans AU.

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anxietysroomsupport · 4 years

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As bad as this sounds, I dont want to be alive anymore. Please dont tag the hotlines bc those wont do anything and i know i shouldn't be putting this all on you guys so you dont have to respond with advice or words of encouragement bc i just want to say this. I just know my life is going nowhere. I cant handle what my future going to be bc I know big things that are impacting my future1/?

I want to just get it over with bc the sooner the better but I live my mom so much and I dont know what this will do to her. But it's also my choice whether or not I decide I want to live this life (this sounds so depressing, I'm sorry I've never told anyone this) I dont want to talk to someone who knows my legal identity bc I'll definitely be sent to an asylum for these thoughts. I just want everything to be over. I want to be dead 2/?

I know for a fact my future is going nowhere (dont say that to be self depricating I just know what's going to happen) I dont know why I feel this way, I just do. Theres nothing for me to live for, nothing whatsoever. I dont mean to sound like a typical depressed kid who loves attention I just wanted to tell someone this bc I need to talk but honestly this is just the shell of the things I want to say but I have no idea how to word all of my thoughts(I dont mean to sound overly angsty, sorry)3/4

My grades are terrible and by how bad they are I'll never be able to get them up. I just dont see a point and just continuing if I know exactly what is going to happen and I have no power over what will happen. Sorry I sent in so much, I didnt want to type a lot but I needed to tell someone just to hear their words and again I dont mean to dump thos big load on you so again you dont need to respond with words of encouragement or anything (I actually prefer you dont bc they wont do anything) 4/4

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Please note that if we start to sound encouraging, it’s entirely because the facts are just innately encouraging and there’s nothing anyone can do about that. :)

Hi Anon,

Miss Fay- Hate to break it to you, pal, but nobody knows the future. To all our readers, add a comment if your life did or did not go as expected? Mine sure didn’t. Please and thank you!

I did find this website just talking about what to expect from psychiatrict holds. Cold, hard facts. It’s a pervasive misconception that people can still just get sent away, never to be heard from again. It varies by state, but most places cannot legally hold you for more than 3 days. And sometimes they actually help. From the website: “For people with mental illnesses or their loved ones, it's important to understand two things. One, police and medical providers only commit patients against their will during extreme cases. Two, involuntary psychiatric holds are performed with the patient's best interests in mind; they're not an arbitrary punishment.”

Now, I’m gonna wax philosophical for a minute, then Kai’s gonna bring it all home with some Real talk.

Often when the future looks bleak, it’s because we’ve narrowed the focus too far down. We’re only seeing one path and it’s typically one that was laid out for us, and told to us as “the” path for success. We’re either on it or not, and if you’re not, then every step automatically feels like the wrong direction. But that’s too extreme, too limiting.

Think for a minute about what You want. If you had to keep living, what would make that life bearable? What would you pursue, what would You look for if you had no expectations placed on you by your teachers, your friends, your mom (even though you love her and she loves you, there are always expectations).

Kai-I’ve also been dealing with depression, which is what this sounds like, for a really long time. I don’t know if anyone’s told you this, Anon, but depression causes physical changes in your brain that make you less likely to notice good things in the world and your life, and more likely to imagine the future in a negative way. I do think that’s worth considering at least. I also think it’s important to remember that school and academics are not the path for everyone. Some people are bad at school, and will still go on to live full and wonderful lives.

But I do understand the idea that your future is definitely going to be bad. I have several degenerative disabilities. Barring a medical miracle, my quality of life and ability to do things is going to decrease and I probably won’t live to be very old. All of which limits my ability to see a very bright future, especially in periods where that loss of ability is sped up for whatever reason. I’ve found that all I can do is find little reasons to stay alive. I have a couple friends who I know would be upset. I have a cat who would be devastated. I also set up things to look forward to. Sometimes they’re big, like a trip or soon I’m getting a service dog puppy. Sometimes they’re small, like a package coming in the mail or plans to go somewhere. None of these things change the situation or make the big Future™️ better, but sometimes it’s really about taking it one day at a time.

-Miss Fay, Kai

#suicidal ideation #depression #asylum #psychiatric hold

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Gods and Monsters - 10 - Because of You.

Tagora x Reader; SFW

You catch up with Lynera, and an outing with Tagora gets interrupted by Zebruh.

It was a mad world, we lived for fun And we got shit for free Had a face like an angel, but inside my heart was as black as a broke movie screen … But then I saw you standing there, like a millionaire Give me a number, call me before I get stupid Make me uncrazy like you did

Look at me now, I have everything You gave to me and my heart can sing I was a kid who could only drink Dance on tables, makin' deal with devils like a drunk beauty queen Fighting the fantasy, hooked on the scene, but you brought me to my knees And it's all … because ... of you

- Lana Del Rey

You weren’t quite ready to head home just yet. With the fire of determination burning in your soul, you hunted down Lynera — her craziness was exactly the sort of personality you wanted to bounce your new high off of. She was lurking in her hideout, focused on some sort of paperwork scattered across her desk. At your warm greeting, she instantly perked up, momentarily abandoning her work to excitedly buzz about your arrival and launching into a million rants about the other jades as you made yourself comfortable on her couch.

Dear, sweet Lynera. You let her run hot and cold with her monologuing so she got everything off her chest, because you owed her a lifetime of perfect friendship for not chasing after her when Lanque had told her off.

You hoped that bastard was fuming after your beautiful payback. Maybe you should have given him your Chittr handle, just to laugh at whatever angry insults he would have sent to you.

“So.” You began with an air of utter discreteness, checking your nails inconspicuously. “I heard you’ve been giving Lanque a hard time lately.”

Lynera had slipped back into looking over her papers before you spoke. She whirled around to face you, her pupils narrowed into thin slits and her cheeks tinted jade. “ - !!! who told you that !!!"

Oh boy. A flustered Lynera was a dangerous one. You plotted your next move carefully and hoped her knife was stashed far away somewhere. Or even disposed of, as you had recommended to her one time. “He told me,” you confessed. Lynera’s eyes widened. “He was keeping an eye on me earlier at the grub nursery and just started venting. And you know what?” You flashed her a thumbs up. “Keep up the good work.”

She blinked in astonishment before meekly fidgeting in her seat and glancing away. “ - i just couldnt let him get away with what he said to me you know.“

“It was pretty fucked up,” you said in agreement.

“ - !!! and !!! “ Her eyes lit up once more. “ - !!! i dont want him thinking that im a weak little pushover because im not !!! - !!! he has no idea who he messed with !!! - !!! that rude pathetic slut !!! “

You quietly regarded her. “Holding a grudge, are we?"

“ - !!! I — I … !!! “ Lynera bit her lip and flushed brighter than before. You furrowed your brows at her odd response. “ - im going to prove to him that im not a weakling who runs from fights and if he has a problem with how im treating him then he can come see me instead of gossiping.” She shook her head. “ - funny how hes doing exactly what he criticized me for.”

“ … it sounds like you want him to confront you again.”

“ - !!! you know what yes i do !!!” She squared her shoulders and puffed out her chest, hands clenched into fists. “ - !!! lanque probably thinks i cant take him on because i ran away last time but !!! - !!! i am stronger than he thinks and i want him to know that !!!”

“Lynera?” She calmed down momentarily and glanced at you. “Do you … Is this some sort of pitch flirting?”

Instead of the sort of vehement opposition you knew only she was capable of — volcanic outbursts and graceless flailing — Lynera merely deflated, hanging her head as her eyes swam with unshed tears. “ - … i just really hate him ok.”

Fuck. Of course she would take his challenge in stride. It was so difficult to keep up with what trolls consider platonic or not.

Guilt pierced through you as though Lynera had personally slid her knife deep into your chest. How could you have missed the signs? It’s not like Lynera was known for being subtle.

And then you remembered the sort of person Lanque was. Toxic, rotten, and completely in control of his vices. Lynera would not survive his manipulative scheming. You were anxious just thinking about how swiftly and efficiently he would break her down.

“Is he really someone you’d want to get involved with?” you asked.

“ - what why.” Lynera narrowed her eyes at you. Uh oh. “ - !!! why wouldnt i he is so hatable and and — !!!” She pushed up her glasses and rubbed away her tears. “ - maybe it could help me get over bronya i dont know.”

“Lyn, come here.”

She looked at you questioningly, and when you patted the open space beside you, she mustered up a weak smile and made her way over to you. You pulled her into a tight hug as soon as she sat down, and she squeaked in surprise, her hands hovering in the air before settling hesitantly around your waist.

“Don’t do this to yourself,” you spoke through her curly hair tickling your nose. “Hooking up with an asshole isn’t going to magically make your love for Bronya disappear. The challenge might be enticing, but you and I both know you deserve someone better.” You pulled back slightly and met her stare. “Only idiots fall for someone like Lanque. And you are not an idiot.”

Lynera sniffled, and this time, her smile was more genuine. She nodded and said, “ - maybe youre right."

“Just think on it, okay?”

“ - yes i will.”

“And will you think more on what I said before about throwing out these torture devices? You know Bronya would be horrified by the stuff in this room.”

She glanced at the iron maiden, panic blossoming on her face.

Oh, sweet Lynera. What were you going to do with her, you wondered fondly.

“You did what?!”

“You heard me.”

Tagora looked at you with beaming pride as he sipped his drink. “We’ll have to celebrate this, you know."

You giggled and waved dramatically around the cafe. “What do you think we’re here for?”

“No no, you deserve far more than a coffee for your sleazy efforts.” He placed a hand on top of yours. “I mean it, that was some top-notch payback. Clearly my influence is finally rubbing off on you.”

“Oh, Gor Gor.” You laced your fingers with his and smirked. “You should know by now that the student always surpasses the master.”

He eyed your connecting hands and blushed lightly, yet made no effort to pull away. Progress, you told yourself. “You wish," he teased. “This sort of talent is in my blood. Your intentions are ruled by something far more … concupiscent.”

“Mhm.” You took a gulp of your coffee. “What does that word mean?”

Tagora looked at you like he swallowed sour moobeast milk. This time, he retracted his hand, opting to rest his head against it. “Will you ever cease to amaze me?”

You smiled. “Never. And by the way, there’s been a new development that I may or may not need some advice on.”

“My counseling services don’t come cheap,” he snarked, and you lightly kicked him under the table, earning a disgruntled look as he wiped away the nonexistent dirt from his trouser pants.

”Anyway — pretending I did not just hear that — I realized that I might have stepped on some toes, so to speak.” Tagora quirked his head in question. “It looks like one of my friends is pitch for Lanque.”

“And why is that your problem?”

Damn, leave it to him to be so blunt. “Because she’s my friend, and I don’t want to accidentally get in between whatever fuckfest is brewing? But I also feel like I should. I don’t want her getting hurt by him.”

“What, do they have some sort of history?"

“I guess? She’s the friend who brought me to the hive party and got told off so harshly that she left in tears."

“Hah!” Tagora fell back against his chair in a fit of sharp laughter. “That’s gold. She couldn’t handle the heat then, and so what makes her think she can take him on now?”

You pursed your lips. “The girl has torture devices in her hideout, Gor Gor. Another very good reason for why I don’t want to cross her.”

He simply waved you off and snorted. “Please, like you haven’t survived worse. If you want my opinion, then I suggest you keep doing what you’re doing and let her wallow in her misery. With the stunt you pulled on him, I guarantee you have nothing to worry about. Or better yet, bulge block her, piss her off, and get with her instead.”

“That advice is the exact opposite of what I expected, and also makes no sense."

“What’s there to not understand? It’s a perfect set-up, a win-win situation if you play your cards right.” Tagora steepled his fingers and leaned forward, diabolical intent etched all over his face. “You either reveal your elicit escapades with the slutty bottom feeder and get on your pal’s bad side, or you continue this ongoing battle. It’s quite the beautiful situation, really. You have all the power here."

“This is really weird,” you admitted weakly. “You … want me to have an enemy? Wouldn’t you want me to be free from this drama and let Lanque deal with his own bullshit?”

“Uh, no? Why wouldn’t I want you to be in a kismesissitude? Especially when it’s off to such a passionate start.”

You tried several times to offer a rebuttal, but the words just couldn’t come out. “What do you mean kismesissitude?" you shrieked, earning a few glances from nearby patrons and a smarmy smile from Tagora. You blushed and toned down your outburst. “That is a relationship. What Lanque and I have is explicitly the opposite of a relationship. We — this is, i — it’s platonic hate!”

“Right. And it was also very platonic when you were slobbering all over his bulge."

“Tagora. Disgusting."

“Fine! Be in denial all you want. That’s how it starts, anyway.” He sighed and leaned back. “You owe me another drink for this headache.”

You mentally thanked him for switching the subject, because you were about to lose your mind from his ridiculous assertions. “Sure thing, just put it on your tab."

“You mean your tab.”

“Nah. I’m not exactly on a payroll here."

“Weren’t you the one who recently mentioned lavishing me in expensive chocolate and creating a pile of luxurious ablution robes? I think there was some serenading being offered as well."

“Yeah, but where do you think I’m gonna get the funds to do all of that?”

“You’re planning on wooing me with my own hard-earned money?”

You cheekily grinned and held up your drink for a toast. “Is it working so far?”

He rolled his eyes and lost the battle to return your smile, clinking his cup to yours. “I’ll decide once I see that pile.”

“Assuming that you won’t be the one to make it for me.”

“If you come back to my hive with me right now, I can guarantee a very comfortable pile made from a mountain of spreadsheets detailing your massive list of debts to me."

“And you say I lack a sense of romance — “

“ ♥ Did someone say romance?♥ ”

Oh no.

A hand settled over your shoulder, uncomfortably close to the bare skin of your neck. Tagora was staring above you with an expression of frozen civility, laced with an undercurrent of panic that only a highblood could evoke from him. And as Zebruh settled into a stool right in between you two, flashing you a toothy smile and over exaggerated wink, you wondered if Tagora would be able to take this monstrosity in stride.

“So nice of you to join us, Zebruh,” you weakly said, offering a half-assed smile.

He ignored your obvious discomfort, as usual. “Imagine my surprise when I noticed you while I was taking a stroll! ♠ Not that I was actively looking for you, though. ♠ ♣ That would be a very inappropriate thing to do, because it would seem like I’m trying to take control of your lowblood autonomy for my own selfish gain. ♣ “

“Um, w — well I am sort of on a da — “

Zebruh whirled around to face Tagora, who had noticeably straightened out as though someone had shoved a rod up his ass. He leaned in unnaturally close, forcing Tagora to inch back ever so slightly. “ ◆ Hello there, I don’t believe we’ve met! ◆ “ He held out a hand in greeting, and Tagora immediately met his handshake with vigor, as though spurred by an instinctual pull. Zebruh did not let go. “My name is Zebruh, although you’ve probably heard a lot about me already through our lovely mutual friend here. ♥ It’s so admirable to see a midblood of your stature forgoing commonplace laws to protect an alien! ♥ “

Then, and only then, did Zebruh withdraw his hold, grinning pleasantly all the while. Tagora looked absolutely murderous behind his customer service smile. “The law means everything to me — “ he forced out through gritted teeth, and before he could launch into a scathing attack, your foot darted out beneath the table to rub up against his lower leg. He met your heavy handed stare and seemed to catch the meaning behind the subtle shake of your head, because his breath escaped him like a deflated balloon as he loosened the tension in his frame and weaved his hands together in front of him. This time, his poker face was spot on. “ — and that is why I offer equal representation to all people, regardless of their blood color or species,” he finished off. “Oh, but where are my manners. I am Tagora Gorjek, legislacerator-in-training.”

Usually, Tagora finished off his introductions with the offer to call him by his nickname. He always told you that breaking the ice while networking was of utmost importance to him. The absence of such a peace offering was very telling, at least to you. And you could not be more proud, or more relieved. Zebruh would definitely have taken it the wrong way otherwise.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,“ Zebruh said, and turned to look at you with a contemplative expression. “ ♠ I didn’t know you had teals for friends. ♠ ◆ I hope you’re protecting yourself from exploitation, because they are a really ruthless bunch. ◆ “ He glanced at Tagora, the corner of his mouth curled up. “ ♣ Not that I blame you at all, of course; it’s just a teal’s nature, you know? ♣ “

Tagora sat in silence for a moment. You were starting to grow concerned before he smoothly replied, “I commend you for being so socially aware of my caste’s shortcomings. It is rare to meet an indigoblood who is capable of introspection.”

Zebruh nodded sagely. “I take this sort of stuff very seriously. ♣ Fighting for lowblood rights is an honor and privilege that very few can boast about, but I am willing to sacrifice my standing to protect the weak. ♣ “

You reluctantly patted his forearm that rested on the table in an effort to get his attention away from Tagora. It worked splendidly — Zebruh’s eyes lit up at the contact, and he scooched his stool a little closer to your side before throwing an arm around the back of your seat. “He’s really such a good friend to me, Gor Gor,” you forced out, discretely inching away from Zebruh until you sat at the edge of your chair. “Your drink is getting cold, by the way!”

Tagora brought the mug so rapidly to his face that he nearly smacked himself with it. You taught him this trick a while ago, to hide his expression if he was getting too riled up in the presence of someone who would cull him for his disobedience in an instant.

With that taken care of, you poked Zebruh’s side and said, “You don’t have to worry about Tagora. He treats me better than most!” His pleasant grin faded a little. “But not as much as you, of course.”

“ ♥ Your safety has always been my top priority, sweetheart. ♥ “ Tagora choked on his drink. “ ◆ If I don’t look out for you, then who else will? ◆ ♥ And considering how close you and I have gotten, I say this as someone who is as invested in developing our potential quadrant as you are. ♥ “

Tagora was openly glaring daggers at the back of Zebruh’s head. Your Gor Gor Panic Meter was lighting up with the intensity of the Alternian sun — you could sense a meltdown coming soon.

“That’s really so kind of you!” you squeaked. “But remember how we decided to just be friends? Very, very good platonic friends with no pale feelings whatsoever? Remember that, Zebruh?”

“I’m fairly certain her quadrants are being filled these days,” Tagora pipped up, his claws digging into his cup as his diplomatic grin took on a darker undertone.

“ ♠ Really? ♠ ” Zebruh glacially asked, retracting his arm from around your seat. “By who?”

“By me,” he replied with slight bite. “And various other individuals. Surely you must have heard, given that you are so close to her.”

Oh, your indigoblood friend did not appreciate that. “ ♣ Well that’s pretty damn presumptuous of you to say, considering you didn’t let her answer for herself! ♣ “ He shifted in his seat to face you and grasped your hands in a pleading gesture. “ ◆ My dearest companion of unspecified nature, please see this toxic situation for what it really is! ◆ ♥ You deserve to be treated like the queen you are, not silenced into submission. ♥ ”

You stared at him with a deadpan expression. “It’s really not that serious, dude.”

Zebruh sighed dramatically and shook his head. “ ◆ I can’t bear to see you beaten down like this and remain so unaware. ◆ Do you see what I mean about teals now?"

Tagora slammed his drink down on the table none too gently. “I’m terribly sorry for having given you such a poor impression of my character,” he hurriedly said. “And I wouldn’t dare presume that you are capable of ever being wrong about these things, but with all due respect, that is my moir — my associate you are speaking to, and I must politely request that you — th — that you unhand her.”

Oh my gods he almost called me his moirail and now he’s going to die after talking down to this crazy fucker —

You were frozen from an onslaught of emotions as Zebruh obliged Tagora’s demand in favor of leaning into his personal space. “You know, I’m sensing very strong hostility coming from you. ◆ I can vibe with that! ◆ ” He tugged on his bowtie and winked. “♠ If you wanted a formidable kismesis, you could have just said so. ♠ ”

Tagora looked like he was ready to faint on the spot from the suggestion. You have never seen him look so pale and scandalized. “Regrettably, I am entirely unavailable in that regard!"

“Oh. ♠ Then you’re just trying to piss me off. ♠ ” He folded his arms in an attempt to appear intimidating, yet his petulant expression made him look utterly pathetic instead. “I came all the way out here to see my best friend, so it’s kind of rude of you to lead me on with pitch flirting and leave me hanging like this!”

You needed to salvage this shitshow immediately. “Didn’t you say you were just passing by?“

Zebruh flushed indignantly. “W — well, whatever! ♣ You should be thankful that I’m even giving you the time of day — either of you! ♣ “ He pointed at you. “In fact, I’ve been nothing but kind and supportive to you, so I think you owe me for my efforts.”

Tagora sputtered in his haste to reply, but you cut him off with a sharp look. He inhaled deeply and slumped back against his chair, his eyes taking on a concerning shade of darkening yellow as he roughly carded his fingers through his hair. “What do you propose I owe you?” you asked lightly.

Zebruh’s eyes widened and he tilted his head in confusion, as though he did not expect you to be so agreeable. He tapped his chin thoughtfully until a smug look overcame him. “I’m feeling pretty hurt by all of this rude treatment. ◆ I wouldn’t mind a chance for you to join me back at my hive for a relaxing feels jam session to discuss how much this exchange has affected me. ◆ “

To you, the statement was utterly harmless — it’s not like you haven’t had a sit down with a friend to talk about personal issues before. But to Tagora, Zebruh may as well have thrown his drink in his face and pailed you right on the tabletop for all to see. His face was practically fluorescing teal, a stark contrast to the eerie orange glow of his eyes. And with the way his teeth were digging into his bottom lip to hold his outburst at bay, you suspected he was about to draw blood soon. Thank the gods Zebruh was turned away from him.

You shot out of your chair and slammed your hands down on the table. “We! We really need to get going, don’t we, Tagora?!” you exclaimed in a wavering voice. “We have to meet with Tyzias soon for your study session!” Zebruh frowned, and you hastily added, “I’m so sorry, we really lost track of time. To answer your earlier suggestion, I’ll have to say no to that, but I am very flattered by the offer! Why don’t you walk us out?”

Zebruh tisked, languidly getting up and stuffing a hand into his pocket. “Fiiine. ♠ It’s not like I was serious anyway. ♠ "

You expertly sidestepped his attempt to wrap an arm around your waist to guide you to the exit, quickly coming up to Tagora as he silently stood and watched the spectacle with no small amount of distaste coloring his sneer.

“We’re almost rid of him,” you whispered conspiratorially, ignoring his sour mood and looping your hand through the crux of his arm.

He nodded stiffly and kept you as far away from Zebruh as possible, situating himself between you two on your way out. You smiled secretly to yourself as you felt him press up against your side, presumably to keep himself away from Zebruh as well. Even in the throes of anger, Gor Gor was still a wimp around highbloods.

The crisp air filled your lungs with much-needed calmness once you stepped outside. Tagora radiated tense energy beside you, staring straight ahead as though in an effort to forget the situation he currently found himself in.

You put yourself between him and Zebruh this time, hoping he would have the chance to cool down while you handled the indigoblood. “Which way are you headed?” you innocently asked.

Zebruh pointed towards the downtown area, where the suburban streets quickly morphed into seedy-looking buildings lit up by neon advertisements. “I was on my way to a hot new club that opened up recently, before I so graciously decided to stop by and see you. ♥ I heard that the owner is a pragmatic rustblood, and I just have to meet him! ♥ ◆ Would you be interested in joining me? ◆ “ He eyed Tagora critically. “I’m sure your friend can get his homework done without you."

You heard a barely-restrained growl beside you as Tagora grasped your hand in his own with a vice-like grip. “I’m sorry, Zebruh, maybe next time,” you said with an apologetic smile, angling your body towards the opposite direction. “Text me all about it later though!”

He pouted and grumbled about not seeing you enough these days, but finally relented in the end, throwing a careless wave as he walked off. You wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t follow you, but Tagora jerked you forward and stormed towards an aimless direction.

“Tagora, slow down!” you huffed, tugging on his hand. “We’re in the clear. You don’t have to power walk us to another continent.”

“There is no place far enough away from that creature," he hissed, coming to a full stop and releasing his hold on you to stare down at his hands in livid contempt. "That disgustingly sweaty palm of his ruined my skin!” He curled them up into fists as they trembled, and his voice began to take on a hysteric edge. "And to add insult to injury, he had the fucking audacity to assume that I would break the law? Like you’re some kind of charity case to me!” he ended in a screech.

“Gor Gor, he’s gone now,” you said in a hushed whisper, hoping to quiet him down as you flushed at his outburst. To your surprise, passersby paid little to no attention to him, going about their day as though this was a normal scene. Considering the violent nature of trolls, you suspected that to be the case.

Tagora groaned and shook his head as he buried his fingers in his hair and pulled so tightly that you rapidly grew concerned for him. You gripped his shoulders and shushed him down, but he barely acknowledged you, throwing his head back as he stared wide-eyed up at the sky with a disturbing expression. “That fucking highblood thinks he can walk all over me,” he seethed, before cutting himself off with a high-pitched giggle. “And he can! He fucking can! Because I’m just a lowly ruthless teal who he feels the need to protect you from, while thinking I would spread my strut sticks for him!"

You balked at the crude statement. “Tagora, no — “

He sucked in a sharp breath and suddenly stilled. Your momentary hope of him finally calming down promptly evaporated as his eyes darkened to an alarming shade of red, his pupils narrowed into thin slits. You flinched when he finally looked at you. “That piece of shit lowlife just couldn’t leave you alone, could he?” he muttered in an eerily quiet tone. “And right in front of me, too. And I couldn’t do anything about it.” He broke off into another round of freaky giggles, no longer looking at you, but looking through you. “I may be just a weak teal, but I can still show him how gogdamn ruthless I can be, because when I sic the drones at him, he’ll be nothing but a pile of fucking ash by then!"

You stepped back as Tagora doubled over in a fit of vicious laughter. Yep, he was absolutely incomprehensible now.

It was your time to shine.

You have prepared for this moment for quite a while, considered all angles of approach and optimal spots for papping. The traditional seated frond hinge shooshpap was standard protocol, considering how squeamish he got whenever you dared to touch his face, but you have kept a killer technique hidden up your sleeve.

You had his lusus to thank for the bout of inspiration. Tagora had overworked himself into a frenzy one evening and ended up borderline passed out on the couch at his lusus’ behest, laying obediently as the ferret meticulously groomed his hair and dug his little paws into tense muscles. You had watched with curiosity, seated off to the side so as to not disturb their bonding moment. Just as you had prepared to slink away, the lusus lightly chittered at you to sit back down, and with a knowing look cast to you, he scritched at the nape of Tagora’s neck.

He had melted into absolute putty for the rest of the early morning. And if his lusus had bequeathed Tagora’s weak spot to you for a purpose, then you were obligated to carry out his wishes.

So while Tagora continued to rant and rave into the night sky, you sneaked up behind him and snuck your way under his long hair to touch the nape of his neck. Tagora froze instantly, like a prey caught in a predator’s grasp. You gave him no time to react, gently raking your nails along the exposed skin in a meandering pattern as you quietly shooshed him and petted his upper arm with your other hand.

Within a split second, all the tension in his frame melted away. His arms dropped to his sides and his head fell forward as he let out a deep sigh, giving you better access as you curled your hand around the back of his neck and stroked it with your thumb. You peered over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his face, and you were stunned to see how relaxed he looked, eyes closed and mouth slightly open, and a substantial blush coloring his cheeks.

“Did you get it all out of your system?” you softly asked.

“Yes,” he meekly whispered.

“Will I need to resort to more shooshpaps in the near future?”

“No."

You sighed and released your hold on him, coming around to stand in front of him with folded arms. “You’re an absolute nutcase sometimes, Gor Gor.”

Tagora blinked at you, eyes finally settled back to their normal yellow hue. He huffed and looked away, still lightly blushing. “Well. I might have a bit of a problem regulating my temper. If you know a better way to deal with a lifetime of pent-up anger and humiliation brought on by the complexities of Alternian society, let me know.”

“It wouldn’t kill you to smoke a blunt once in a while.”

Tagora glared at you. “It would kill me, and I will kill you if you bring that shit anywhere near me. Bad enough that you come to my hive smelling like that garbage.”

You giggled and smiled impishly. “Looks like I won’t need to.” You wiggled your fingers. “My shooshpaps are an effective tranquilizer, apparently.”

He bit his lip. “How did you think of that move?”

Should you out his lusus as your partner in crime? Better not — you might get some more insight from the ferret at a later date. “I guess I just know you that well. It took a while to figure out your preferences, since you’re so weird about being touched.”

“So you’ve put a lot of thought into it … ?”

“Sure have,” you cheerily admitted, and Tagora’s blush reappeared with a vengeance. “Wow, that’s quite a reaction.”

You expected him to lash out at you in denial, and yet he simply shuffled in place as he rubbed his shoulder, his bang obscuring half of his face from your view. You cocked your head in confusion at his sudden silence —

And you were promptly pulled into a tight hug. Your heart thumped as you stood frozen in shock as he briefly nuzzled the side of your face before pulling away with lightning speed and settling his arms behind his back.

Tagora briefly cleared his throat before saying, “That was … a thank you. F — for caring, and … and doing that for me.”

You thickly swallowed and nodded, slowly succumbing to the realization of what your shooshpap had meant for your friendship. A while ago, you had done the same for Polypa. You recalled how strange her reaction had been, reminding you that she needed to remain professional as she fought back her flustered blushing. And the way she had melted into your touch …

It looked eerily like an orgasm, quickly followed by post-coital relaxation.

Gods, did you just …

“I, um, I’m sorry,” you blurted out, wringing your hands nervously.

He furrowed his brows. “For what?”

“For … you know, not warning you in advance? I’m just now realizing that I should have asked for your consent to do that. I never really considered how intimate a shooshpap was … “

Tagora’s eyes widened, and he softened his expression. “I don’t. I don’t mind."

“You’re not upset with me?”

“Of course not. It’s not like it w — wasn’t, ah, unwanted.” Tagora held out a hand for you. You shyly complied, and this time, his hold on you was tender as the two of you resumed your walk. “Anyway, aren’t you afraid of me when I get like that?”

You tittered. “What the heck is there to be afraid of? I know you would never hurt me. Besides, I’m pretty sure I can lift you with one arm.”

”Hilarious."

“Oh, and by the way, I figured out how I’ll fund your expensive taste.” Tagora quirked a brow, and you grinned sneakily. “I’ll be pilfering your swear jar. You owe it a hefty fee after your meltdown.”

He chuckled. “It’s still my money.”

“Not when I tell your lusus about your uncouth, boorish behavior.”

“So you know what those words mean, but not ‘concupiscent’?”

“I can only listen to Galekh for so long before my mental thesaurus gets filled up for the day.”

“Ugh.” Tagora rolled his eyes fondly, and you squeezed his hand without thought, simply basking in how happy he made you.

#self indulgent fluff #marvus next chapter with more fluff #friendsim #homestuck #hiveswap #tagora gorjek #tagora x reader #tagora/reader #lynera skalbi #gods and monsters #zebruh codakk

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Hey I want to talk about how fishkeeping has helped my mental health and wellness.

I deal with aspergers, BPD and Bipolar 1; so sometimes its hard to let myself feel like I'm doing anything right or good or whatever.

I've been keeping freshwater fish on and off throughout my life and im at a point rn where I'm working really hard to be my best self i can be.

(To preface specifically keeping fish is not the tip I'm trying to put out there, it's just how i happened upon this little life lesson so i'll be speaking from the angle of a fish daddy)

You know those days where you can't convince yourself you need to eat, or even get out of bed or really do anything? Yeah those days fucking suck, but since i've started keeping my 75 gallon community tank, on those days i know i HAVE to get up and feed my fish. Not only cause setting up a good tank is a significant financial investment, but also because i'm emotionally invested in the well-being of my dear sweet wet boiz. On those days, at least for me, forcing myself to roll out of bed for 2 seconds to sprinkle in some food or treat them to some bloodworms, forces me to have a moment where my brain can finally tell me "okay you did this right, look your fish are healthy and happy. I might not be able to do that for me right now but i know through my efforts these silly wet boiz are doing alright."

For me that one little thought that slips in can turn a shit day into an "i did something good outside of me" day. Im sure that sounds a little silly but it really helps me see im not just fucking up all the time.

So a little more on fishkeeping, I keep a 75 gallon freshwater community. I have a few species of gourami, a pleco, a Raphael catfish, silver dollars, these 2 long river lookin dudes that i can remember the name of but man they fast, a dragon goby and my favorites: 3 ropefish.

I also keep an ever growing variety of live plants in the tank cause my ropefish love weaving their snake-like bodies all arounf the stems and roots and my vegetarian fish like to snack on em.

Now for the highlights and downfalls of fishkeeping, in case anyones thinking of setting a tank up.

Pros:

Fish are pretty and very weird.

You can always show off your little chunk of nature to anyone, people tend to be down to check out your cool tank.

Sitting and watching fish swim around, at lwast for me, helps with anxiety. It can be a bit meditative. I always feel nice and calm when i get to hang out with me fish for a bit

Feeding them treats! Learning who likes what and giving them special little presents is such a fun rewarding adventure

Science! Tank maintenance requires you to learn about a closed system and how the environment impacts your critters.

Breeding, if u want to have baby fish to scream at how smol and adorable they are, theres tons of livebearing species that breed readily.

Peaceful water noises

Your cats will have a new favorite show to watch. Its pretty fun to see them bat at the glass trying to understand just wtf is going on in there. (If u have a cat make sure you cat proof your tank)

Maintenance is way easier than u think and u can control the level of effort you need to put in by selecting the right species of flora and fauna. If you learn how to balance things and adopt friends to fill the niches it pretty much takes care of itself. My tank is always crystal clear and i only have to feed them daily and then clean the tank every 2 weeks. And cleaning is very simple and easy.

You'll get to develop a friendship with critters that you normally wont interact with, i try really hard to make sure my fish are comfy with me, and since its been going for a while my fish always swim up front when i come by (because i basically am santa claus to these little weirdos) and show me their pretty colors and do cute little things unique to each fish.

Might help you find some peace in a chaotic period in life.

Its really rewarding to start with a small little nervous fella and help them grow up big strong and expressive. For example, when i got my dragon goby, he was zmall and underweight cause he hated being at the petstore and was refusing to eat. Then i brought him to his giant fun colorful new home and now he's about twice the size, nice and beefy and he went from a washed out grey-blue clor to an incredible luminescent violet-blue (also his favorite hobby is digging with his shovel of a mouth)

Theres a huge community of fishkeepers to get involved with, your automatically best pals with anyone in the fish aisle at the pet store.

Cons:

Obviously, fish arent for everyone, they take a lot of observation and dedication. Which some people simply dont have time or resources to really work well as a fishkeeper.

Bad things so happen, theres a learning curve for ev everyone, you cant just be perfect right as soon as you start (although i wanna point out that this fact helped me learn its okay to make mistakes, just learn from them and try your best to do better next time).

Depending on how you do it, it can be fairly pricey.

It is work, but its also encouraging when you manage to accomplish that work.

Thanks for reading, i hope everyone has a good day of being good to yourself and others! 💖

#fish #fishkeeping #mental health #mental wellbeing #aquarium #aquariums #freshwater #75 gallon aquarium #selfcare #self care #dragon goby #ropefish #mental health tip #mental health tips

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staranon95 · 5 years

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For sugar baby au I was thinking maybe some dumbass doesn't realize who Jeremy's sugar daddies are and kidnaps him to hold him for ransom. Or Jeremy meets Ray?

i dont’ have a Ray but i do have a rather comical kidnapping attempt

Word Count: 1200+

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Jeremy’s situationisn’t exactly subtle, per say. Quite a lot of people know he’s in a polyrelationship with several wealthy people. As long as they aren’t aware of thefact that he’s actually part of a criminal syndicate, on the FBI’s most wantedlist and more, then he doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him. Being known asthe campus’s ultimate Sugar Baby rather than a feared criminal who has definitelymaybe killed like one or two people (definitely a few more than that but, hey,who’s counting right?) is the preferred alternative.

Which is why heisn’t panicked at all when his Uber ride off of campus actually turns into animpromptu kidnapping. It should’ve tipped him off that something was off when thedriver was merely standing outside the car waiting for him. He was engrossed inthe group chat too much to look up before his phone was swiped from his hands,he was shoved in the car, the doors were locked, and the car took off. Ithappened so quickly that Jeremy didn’t understand what was happening at first.And then it clicked.

Oh.

He’s gettingkidnapped.

This is not the firsttime he’s dealt with a kidnapping situation. Of course, he’s never been thekidnappee. Ryan once. Gavin twice (by the same people no less. He didn’t reallylearn the first time). But now that he’s on the other end of it, Jeremy doesn’treally know how he should be acting. Why is some random Uber driver kidnappinghim from campus? And then he looks at his clothing (name brand), his watch(Rolex), and his phone (iPhone X), and yeah. Maybe it’s sort of a giantflashing symbol of a dollar sign that’s hovering over his head that makes him areally noticeable target.

All he hopes,really, is that this isn’t crew related. He doesn’t need a crew relatedkidnapping during mid-term season. Thatwould be a nightmare to navigate. What would he say to his profs if thisdragged on for more than a day? God forbid twodays? He already asked for extension on Art during Late Imperial China. He’sso not going back to Dr. Kwon to askfor more time. Doing it the first time was difficult enough.

But back to thematter at hand—

He’s beingkidnapped. He was just at school so he doesn’t have any weapons on him. Hisphone has been confiscated. He doesn’t know if he should try to reach out andgrapple with guy. That could end up in a pretty serious car crash and he doesn’tneed that either due to the aforementioned mid-terms.

So he’s stuck hereuntil the car stops and the driver moves around in the front and then hebrandishes a gun and Jeremy doesn’t know if he should act scared or surprisedor just take this situation at face value. Like what does he do? Does he put upa good struggle for the sake of the kidnapper? This guy has no idea what he’s getting himself intoand Jeremy sort of pities him because of it.

“Now you listen tome, punk.”

Oh, goodie. Cheesydialogue.

“You’re going tocome in with me and then we’re going to make a phone call. Whoever your parentsare will really want you back and we’regoing to make a deal, got it?”

I don’t have parents, bud.

He doesn’t saythis however. He just nods along because in all honestly? This is a train wreckin motion, and he’s got front row seats.

So he plays dumband goes along with it. They’re in a construction part of town where all theold apartment buildings are slated for demolition before new high rises are putinto place. Jeremy knows this location because they’ve used this exact locationfor stakeouts before. He really wants to give his kidnapper points for tryingat least. The guy’s putting himself out there.

“Stop draggingyour feet,” he’s told.

He’s pulled intothe building and forced up front with a firm hand on his arm. He’s marched upthe stairs with a gun at his back and he keeps his mouth shut because he doesn’twant to get accidentally shot. By the time they arrive on the fifth floor, he’sled to one of the rooms and taken inside. Then he’s sat down on a chair and toldto stay there. Or else. Because, youknow, cheesy dialogue and all that.

“All right,” hiskidnapper says. He’s holding his phone in his hand. “You’re going to give me anumber and I’m going to make the call.”

Jeremy nodsslowly, doesn’t want to spook this man now. He could hurt himself.

So he’s given hisphone to unlock it and then it’s taken from him. And then he remembers what hiscontact list is like and how much of a joke it is because—

Because Geoff islabeled as ‘dad’. He’s the OG dad to be sure, but a long time ago Jeremy thoughit’d be funny and just never remembered to change it back because he got usedto it and well, Geoff must be having an interesting conversation right now.

“Let’s cut to thechase,” his kidnapper says. “I have your son. And if you want to see him again,you’ll pay me $250,000 by the next six hours. Cash. Do I make myself clear?”

Kudos to himthough. He sounds like he’s done this before. It’s a reasonable amount in areasonable amount of time. Maybe Jeremy should give him more credit than hethought.

Until he hearsGeoff laughter from the other end of the receiver.

His kidnapper’s expressionturns into one of confusion and then he looks to Jeremy, says, “Estrangedfather?”

“That might be oneway of putting it,” Jeremy says.

But the kidnapperhammers home on his previous message with an added threat of physical violencetowards Jeremy, which does have Jeremy squirming because the man has a gun. Howcould he not be worried? And then the call ends, so hopefully after Geoff’slaughing fit passes he actually does something about this because Jeremy doesn’thave six hours to spend here. Not when Dr. Kwon’s presentation needs to getitself done for its deadline in three days.

“Did you everthink you’d grow up to be what you’re doing now?” Jeremy asks because he’swaiting and he’s bored. Might as wellstrike up a conversation with the guy who kidnapped a Fake.

“What?” thekidnapper says, looking out through the window down on the streets. “You meanransoming off rich pricks like you?”

“Wel—hey now. Itake offense to being called a prick.”

“How much did yourwatch cost you?”

“That was, um, agift?”

The kidnapperscoffs. “$250,000 won’t hurt a thing for your parents. You got nothing to worryabout.”

“Oh, but you do,pal,” he says quietly and just then, the door to the apartment is kicked in.

It’s Ryan andMichael. Of course Geoff would send them. He’s probably still rolling around onthe floor at being mistaken for Jeremy’s dad.

The kidnapperraises his gun, but Ryan is unfazed and Michael is laughing. “Oh, you dumbfuck,” he says. “You messed with the wrong crew, bud.”

One unconsciouskidnapper later, they’re in Taco Bell getting a victory snack before headingback to the penthouse.

“Kidnapped by anUber driver,” Ryan says.

“Yeah, right?”Jeremy says. “And it set me back by like two hours. I’m going to be up allnight!”

Michael laughs,sinking in his seat at Jeremy’s plight. “Your life must be so hard.”

“Oh, fuck youguys.”

#fake ah crew #fahc #ragehappy #the sugar baby escapade #wowee it's been a while since i've used that tag #feels good #start speaks #star writes #christmas prompts #Anonymous

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Entry #327 March 28, 2019 5:27 pm

Dearest SoulEater,

Halu.. Well.. How do I start? I have a lot of things in my mind right now. But maybe this is all going to be a talk about myself. Actually, Li-anne and I had a conversation and it was about her and me. And she told me about the things she didnt like about and gave me some advice which I accepted. She told me I was full of excuses. I was also informed by her as well that I may be having issues with my elite friends, LSS. So I confronted them and we talked about it. After like 2 days, while I was at shower I remembered the 8th Naruto opening song called Diver by Nico Touches the Wall and it made me teary eyed a bit. Anime fans would understand that reference because of that video. Immediately, I thanked my pals for being there for me and that I knew better that I can count on them.

The issue regarding my return to public services has become more bleak and somehow it puts pressure on me now. I have bills to pay and livestreaming is not enough to pay those bills in the long run. I can still sustain as of now, but Im sure this sustenance will not last long.

Three months.. this period made me think of the stage I am now in Erikson’s Theory. Generativity vs Stagnation, and Intimacy vs Isolation. I am both in the bad sides.

One day, while I was supporting a streamer friend of mine, he suddenly played a youtube video about motivational speeches. At first I didnt wanna hear it coz I felt it was boring, but I gave it a shot anyway and listened all through out. One phrase struck me. “No more Excuses”. At that moment, I felt like I was slapped to my senses, like I was in a deep illusion that just got out after that hard hit. That night, it made me do some deep thinking. And maybe this is the uncomfortable sign Im waiting for. I dont want to be a loser anymore. I have to change, and it is not some petty change that I can only say in Day 1. It has to be a good perma change.

Me and Ate Cely, my mom had a talk this afternoon after I woke up. You know, I have an F’ed sleeping schedule. And she told me and reminded me of our plans. She was very willing to pause her house project so she could help me. I remembered I promised her a good life, that she wont have to borrow money again. And I dont wanna be a burden. We cannot totally rely on my brother anymore because he will be having his own family soon and my parents will only have me now. Destiny is setting me up to get out of my comfort zone now. I think Im ripe to get out to the world. So here is my plan.

I have already started working out again and changing my eating and lifestyle. I have a solid work out regimen that I think is working (my whole body is on pain due to the Monday and Wednesday workout). I need to start with my body if I want that good physical aspect for my working environment. As for my career path, I have decided to shift to a more sophisticated practice. I have served my community for 5 good years, but I think this is where it ends. Ill start getting hospital based experience and trainings to get myself the credentials that I will need for my arsenal when I go Manila. I have started looking at some local hospitals where I can start working this April. As for my livestreaming career, I will be letting go of this one as well. From a temporary fulltime twitch streamer, Ill be shifting to a parttime streamer and fulltime viewer and ninong to the streamers I like. That way Ill be in touch with my twitch friends and connections that I have established in that more than year of twitch experience. This will also give me the chance to be a fulltime gamer again. To play my games to my heart’s satisfaction without the pressure of viewers.

Soul.. You know me. I dont ask and pray for things from you. I work for them. But maybe just this one time, Ill ask that You give me courage and strength. There will be a lot of rejections and fear along the way. Just be there for me when I go through them. This is the leap of fate that they were talking about. This is the turning point. Help me.

Love lots,

Jim.

P.S.

Im scared and terrified as I am writing this. But they say, doing the things that scare you means you are doing it right and that you are on your way to something better. Im tired of being scared. Let’s do this.

#Life #Love #Friends

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 5 years

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Because I’m selfish could you do a shipping me with members thing? I’m short, half Greek and Scottish but raised in Australia (yes, I do have an accent) I have really long brown hair and hazel eyes, and I play bass and sing. I love to read and write, and I almost always have headphones on and music blasting. I also am a drama student and I love to act. Thank you so much xxxxx Love your blog btw.

hi! don’t feel selfish for this, i’mma keep it real with you pal - i have asked for several ships before nO SHAME

anyways, in relation to BoRhap - I ship you with Gwilym!!! At first I was going to say Joe, but I think I see you meshing with Gwilym really well:

When Gwilym got cast as Brian in BoRhap, you were the first one he called. First, to break the news. Second, to ask you for a little help brushing up on his skills. He knew you played bass, and it wasn’t exactly lead guitar, but he still wanted to know all of your little tips and pointers in case there was something he could use when he finally met Brian.

In fact, he came over the next day with his guitar, already ready to learn. You were happy to oblige, but you admitted to him early on that you didn’t exactly know how well you’d be able to translate your bass-centered ideas to the guitar.

“What’s different about the two?” he’d asked, seated across from you and leaning forward over his guitar, genuinely interested in what you had to say. He considered you a great mind on the subject.

“Well, the mechanics are similar, you know, as far as that goes, but the fingerings aren’t going to be the same…” you rambled on for a minute, Gwil transfixed by everything you were saying.

After you were done speaking, he’d grinned at you proudly. “You’re brilliant, love.”

He calls you brilliant a lot, actually. It’s his favorite thing to say to you, because of the way your eyes light up when he says it. They are already brimming with all kinds of energy, but after he calls you brilliant - that’s when he’s the most captivated.

You heard that word - brilliant - coming out of his mouth the most often when he was reading over your latest writing, no matter what style it was. Poetry, prose, he loved it all.

“Can I keep this one?” he’d asked one time, holding up a piece of prose you’d written specifically about him. You grinned and took it back from him, looking over it for a moment.

“What’s so special about this one?” you’d asked as you sat back on the bed, preferring the poem you’d written about him a few months ago much more than this piece. But boy, did he have an answer for you. In fact, you’d never heard someone speak as passionately about something as Gwil would once he got going.

He stood up and gave you a 10 minute speech about why he thought you should let him keep that short story, introduction, body, and conclusion to the speech all included.

“So, can I?” he’d asked after a moment of you sitting there, dumbfounded. He gave you a toothy smile as he sat back down next to you.

“You were definitely born to be an actor,” you mumbled, handing the prose to him and shaking your head in disbelief at how much he’d fought for those two pages of writing. That’d gotten a chuckle out of him, and he peppered the side of your face with kisses before happily taking the story back.

Speaking of acting, Gwil LOVED coming to your performances. He took a whole week off of filming once just so he could see every night of your theater company’s Anything Goes.

He’d posted a big long paragraph about your performance after opening night, telling all of his loyal followers how brilliant you had been, and how proud he was of you. And, of course, he’d put some sentences in there about how much he loved you and loved going on this journey with you.

And then Joe commented “-Bri” just to make fun of how eerily alike Gwil was to his elder double. Classic Joe.

Now, if we’re talking Queen, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I really think I ship you with Roger - HEAR ME OUT, I have some (probably weak) reasons:

The reason I think you’d caught Roger’s eye before any of the other boys is because of your accent - he’d latched onto it almost immediately after hearing you speaking to Deacon, who had hired you as a bass tech. You were both eagerly discussing some kind of system that Roger hadn’t a clue about, but your voice was like a drug to him.

He’d made a point of inserting himself into the conversation, introducing himself and chastising John a bit.

“How come I haven’t met your friend here sooner?” Roger scolded John playfully, John just laughing and shaking his head.

“This is Y/N, she’s my new tech. I figured I’d introduce her to the most sane members of the band first, but first I have to figure out who those are.”

You’d laughed at that, particularly because of the mock hurt on Roger’s face before he’d reached out to shake your hand, you introducing yourself this time.

“That accent,” he’d had to point out, letting go of your hand, “Where is it from?”

“Australia. What about yours?” you’d countered, noticing a bit of a different lilt to his words than John’s.

Roger scoffed at that, shrugging. “Cornwall. Exciting stuff, eh?”

After that day, he’d always find reasons to come and talk to you, sometimes the reason being no better than him wanting to hear your accent.

The day Roger realized he actually might fancy you was when he’d noticed you writing on one of the off days and asked to see a sneak peek of what you were doing. Roger loved writing songs, and wondered if you had any good material.

You did. In fact, he was thoroughly impressed by your work, and spent the rest of the day work-shopping with you, which spilled over into a late night coffee run before it was time to go hop on the bus to head to the next tour stop.

You were in the coffee shop, talking about what Queen had coming up after this tour, when Roger had redirected the conversation.

“You know, I’ve never asked, what did you study back home?” he’d inquired, curious to see what kind of person you were. He’d pegged you as some sort of major similar to John based on your identical knowledge of his bass, so he was pleasantly surprised when you revealed that you were a drama student. “An actor, huh? That must be why you’re so seemingly interested in all of Brian’s stories. God, explains so much now.”

You had to laugh at that, shaking your head. “No, no, Brian actually has some good stories and knows how to tell them. Now you, on the other hand…” you’d trailed off, Roger recoiling in slight insult at what you’d suggested.

Someone who could keep up with his humor and insult him while they were at it? You were growing on him quickly.

One thing he always really enjoyed doing once you grew more comfortable around him was (carefully) taking your headphones and listening to a little bit of whatever you were currently listening to.

At first, it annoyed you a bit, but when you realized he was genuinely wanting to pick up on some of your music taste, you allowed it to happen with little to no issue.

Also, he’d started slipping you song recommendations on tapes of his, labeling them cute things and drawing little smiley faces on them. Though it was difficult to understand his scrawlings sometimes, you cherished those tapes.

While we’re talking about songs, Roger liked to hear you sing. One time, you were trying to explain a part of the song where you thought Deacon wasn’t getting a good sound out of his bass to another tech, and you started singing the chorus part where it started sounding off.

Roger was, for lack of better words, shook.

Like, he loved your voice.

So, clever little gentleman he is, he found a way to start getting you to sing around him more by pretending to hear issues with the bass in the songs they’d play during their sets.

“It was like, it was muted during the last part of the second chorus, you know?” he’d said one time, working his way into it nonchalantly. “Like, the part where, you know, Fred goes, ‘and I love the things…’“ he’d trailed off, pretending not to remember the next part.

You thought for a moment, then you sang in a soft voice just to clarify. “And I love the things, I really love the things that you do, oh, you’re my best friend? That part?”

“Yeah, yeah!” he’d say, smiling and pointing at you like you were a genius for remembering the simplest lyrics in the whole set.

You caught on after a few times of false alarms from him, but you let him keep believing that he had you right where he wanted you. It was honestly really cute that he’d go through so much work to hear you sing, even if he didn’t necessarily need to try that hard.

(But don’t tell him that, for God’s sake.)

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mindovermilitante · 6 years

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Taking back my life. Chapter 1...

Hi All,

My name is Nathan Militante. Approximately 4 months ago i thought i had it all figured out on what i wanted to do and where i wanted to go in this world. Im here today September 13th 2018 to tell my past self and the other who stumble upon this blog that it hasn't been what i expected. If anything its been the complete opposite of hat Ive wanted. But its funny when i look back on the things i wanted for the future i could never put an actual object to it. I think its always been somewhat of a feeling to obtain. The feeling-of accomplishment, or having done something important in your life, or even knowing that you're on the right path. Also sorry for this whole blog its going to be out of order, I feel its best to just type and let the words flow out, but okay back to the story at hand.

Its the middle of May. Im dressed in my graduation outfit getting ready to proceed through the ceremony. Millions of thoughts racing through my head. Where will i go from here, what will my education look like from this point on, who will i settle down with, will i trip on my way to getting my diploma? As i tried to understand what this day meant i think i started to formulate a plan of action. I think in my mind the idea of a plan always gave me an idea of a direction i wanted to go. And so the day went by and so did the expectation that my plan would develop. But as stated earlier, it didn't...or so i thought.

Speed up to today and I am currently working for Washoe County Health district as a health educator and disease investigator, I am currently living with 3 other of my best pals including my brother, continuing on with my photography, and in love with a girl i get to all my girlfriend. But yet through all that i still feel empty. Why?

You see my whole life has been a “Why”.

Why cant i just afford it

Why cant i just get this right

Why cant this just be easy

Why cant life just catch me a break.

In saying why all the time i realized how much i had yet to accomplish in my life. but why (see i told you) is it that i’m only 23 and stressing about all of this. It feels as if my life up to this point hasn't been much to celebrate about.

Sure college was hard but it wasn't that hard when your going full time and you have friends in college who are there to push you through it?

Sure rent is expensive elsewhere but our house is falling apart sometimes and my roommates drive me crazy.

Sure I can say i love my job but there are those days when i ponder if its all worth the cause.

Sure i love my girlfriend but at times we dont agree with each other and theres things that we dont get along with.

But thats just it...

In one fell swoop if already named of only a fraction of the things i have neglected to be thankful for... but yet i ask why.

Today is September 13th 2018 and im enjoying a nice lunch of grilled chicken, one banana, and a couple raspberries. Did i mention im drinking this gnarly concoction of garlic, lemon, and water to alleviate my blood pressure? 1 day ago I got the news that my depression and anxiety had come back and in turn raised by blood pressure. 6 hours ago i woke up with the idea that my life would never be the same with this diagnosis, 3 hours ago i was taking a walk instead of my usual run hating my life. and 30 minutes ago i was alone in my house pondering that ever so question i have been asking all my life...

Why?

It was only until our house dog looked at me in a way that made me look at myself. Kind of like that thing you do when you're drunk, high, or on cloud 9 in the bathroom and your thinking to yourself how did you get here and will this ever end. Instead the person in the mirror told me to type. type it all type it out and type until there is nothing left to type. And so Im here now typing and wondering where this will lead me. Its weird the idea of typing is actually somewhat exciting and relaxing. Of course i am also listening to the wonderful styings of Joey Pecarro. But as i type all of this out i begin to see what ive been missing or what has been missing for me to understand what i have. I love my life and where its gone so far. I love the process its given me, the challenges its set out in front of me, and the idea thats its only beginning. In doing so its also shown me how much i have to be thankful for.

First off my wonderful girlfriend. This beautiful courageous funny and loving person has been there for me ever since the beginning. Funny story i actually ghosted here pretty badly a couple moths after we had met. I thing the whole thing was because i was scared of what she would think of me. But she pulled me back into our relationship and time and time again she's pulled me back into the place that i belong. I love her immensely and i truly believe that most of my success wouldn't have occurred without her doing. I owe her a-lot and i hope to show even just a fraction of what she has done for me.

Second my friends. Wow dont talk to me unless you find some friends like mine! Ever since i could remember ive always been the type of person to move from group to group. it wasn't to say i didn't like anyone, i just couldn't find that right fit. And then freshmen year of college came along and in that hustle and bustle of university life... i found them. It isn't safe to say that they dont bug me sometimes but its also safe to say that they have saved me and molded me into the person i am today. I never once in a million years would've thought i would end up with these guys but im thankful for them each and every day.

Thirdly (i dont even know if thats a word, sorry not sorry) my family. It cheesy and a platitude to say everyone should be thankful for their own family, but my journey to liking them was somewhat of a rough road. To begin m parents are divorced so having that strain on the family really distanced me from accepting who they were. Another point to establish is that my family is very tradition on how success needs to be measured. Its “you're going to be a doctor” or “why cant you be like the other kids” and even “in life you need to accomplish things by this age.” Hearing those things really put in a position believing that they didn't care much about me. Only the life i was living. But as the years went by they understood me more and the success i wanted to reach the more they supported me and changed their ways. Today i owe a great deal of thanks to them and the foundational skills of hard work they have given me.

Now of course im thankful for so much more but dont want to bore you with that list. Ill just do it another day (haha). But i think to end this story i want to talk a little about what got me to writing this. Again I am terribly sorry about the horrible typos, organization, and all around messiness this passage has to offer but bear with me. tomorrow will be better.

Just as the title says “Taking back my life, chapter 1″, i really do want to take back my life. I suffer from serious bouts of depression and anxiety and for most of my life its been right there in the passenger seat ordering me where to go. But today ive decided to change that. I think today its not about asking why is this happening to me but rather saying to myself “its going to be okay”. Because at the end of the day it will be. But only if its done on my terms and my time. I know things take time and i know il probably have my days where it wont be perfect, but thats okay. i have to start living my life according to me, and not some mental disease. Im scared, stressed, terrified, and sick of what will happen now but those things keep me alive. Its by feeling those things that i know im moving on in the world. Forget a plan and forget trying to understand why something happens. Its time to take back my life and living it day by day with the ones I love. As for this blog i hope to keep updating it about my journey and the things i want to accomplish, the dreams i have, and the memories i make.

Seneccca said

“It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a lot of it. Life is long enough, and a sufficiently generous amount has been given to us for the highest achievements if it were all well invested. But when it is wasted in heedless luxury and spent on no good activity, we are forced at last by death’s final constraint to realize that it has passed away before we knew it was passing. So it is: we are not given a short life but we make it short, and we are not ill-supplied but wasteful of it… Life is long if you know how to use it.”

Lastly, Im probably the last person someone with depression should talk to, but if you're out there and reading this and going through something. always know there is always something to be grateful for, someone to always know has your back, something you can always fall in love doing, and something to always look forward to. And if you cant think of anything I will always be there for you.

#taking my life back #depression #anxeity #mental health #support #stress #counseling #hope #happines

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panda-noosh · 7 years

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Hey!! Can I get a mello x fem! reader?? Any kind of scenario or maybe like headcannons, sfw with a liiii nsfw ;)))) i dont mind i just love my smol mafioso so much and I dont see enough reader insert stuff 😘😘 i will love you forever...

This got longbecause Mello is my boy and writing for him is pure bliss. I hope youenjoy!

I’ll also becoming out with a bunch of Death Note stuff soon, because I have somany ideas for headcanons and scenarios for all of them, so pleaselook out for those! x

Joining Mello’sgang was never something you had wanted to do. You had always swornto yourself that it would be the absolute last resort.

You had once hopedthat you would never have to succumb to it. Life was going well foryou after Wammy’s closed down – you were working with L, still ingood touch with Near and Mello both, though you definitely foundyourself gravitating towards L more. He was always the wise kid atWammy’s, the one everybody found weird until he showed them just howout-of-the-ordinary he really was.

Mello and you hadnever gotten along like you wished. He craved success, something youhad no interest in. You were an intelligent girl – a Wammy’s kidafterall – and your intelligence was all you ever needed alongsidebasic necessities like food and water.

It wasn’t like youtwo had ever hated each other, though. You shared the odd glance inthe hallway and you kept on good terms, but it was no secret that thetwo of you would never make a good team. Nobody would even try andput you in the same group back at Wammy’s – it was a death sentencefor either one of you two or somebody else.

So you stayedapart.

And you had hatedthe distance, because Mello was somebody you had wanted to get alongwith for a very long time, but you would never be the one to closesaid distance. He would have to make the first move.

Or so you believed.

It was only after Ldied and left Near as his successor did you start to realise thatmaybe intelligence really wasn’t enough to keep a grip on your life.

It all spiralled.Kira killed L, Near was left with the repercussions and you werethrown to the side like rubbish. Nobody knew why you were the anymore – you were the girl with the brains, the out-of-this-worldsense of knowledge about everything, but nobody saw your potentiallike L did. And after he left, that left nobody.

Nobody but Melloand Near, and you refused to bow down to somebody who was a juniorcompared to you.

So you left. Youleft the Kira case, left the headquarters and found yourself in theunderground habitants of Mello and Matt’s gang house.

It always unsettledyou whenever you walked through its halls. Nothing echoed. It wasjust the stale sound of people talking through the thick walls,muffled voices and the odd drill sound appearing throughout. Thewalls were rough to the touch, threatening to slice open any skinthat came in contact with the jagged surface this place had beencrafted from.

It didn’t take longfor you to find Mello and Matt’s room – a gloriously built room atthe very end of the long underground tunnel. A simple steer left andyou were standing inside of the door frame, looking at your oldfriends with nothing but a straight face and balled up fists.

Mello didn’t seemto react at first. His eyes met yours, and they stayed there, as iftesting the waters. As if needing to see if it was really you. Youhad changed in the last four years – new hair colour, new height,new body overall. The last time Mello had seen you, you had beenthirteen years old and were busy plotting your escape from Wammy’s.

That was all youever were to him after you left – the crazy girl who had scaled thewalls of Wammy’s house and left.

But now, as helooked at you, more and more memories of you seemed to zoom back intohis head, almost overflowing. He had barely given you a secondthought from the last time he had seen you, but your presence hadtriggered something within him – something he couldn’t explain.Something he was scared to explain.

“Y/N?” Mattsaid, first.

Your eyes snappedto Matt, his style of a striped shirt with his red hair still thesame as when you had last seen him. You smiled at the sight of him,nodding your head in his direction to let him know you acknowledgedhim.

“What – Are youokay? How did you even get in here?”

“I found anentrance,” you lied, knowing full well it hadn’t been that easy. Ithad been weeks of non-stop research under old bus station roofs foryou to know where this place was.

Matt and Mello’sfaces screwed up in confusion, but you were quick to change thesubject.

“Come on now.It’s a bit rude just leaving a lady hanging here, isn’t it? My feetare hurting from walking down that damn corridor.”

Mello and Mattshared looks of concern as you attempted to step inside of the roomfully. Almost immediately your arms were being grabbed and you werebeing tugged back a lot rougher than you would have liked to admit.You were sure that both of your shoulders had been ripped from theirsockets, though you didn’t make a move to show off the pain that wasdarting through your torso. Instead, you tilted your head back andlaughed up at the jagged roof.

“Mello, dear. Iknow you’re shocked, but you need to use your words. Or else how arewe going to catch up?”

You looked down,catching a glimpse of Mello with his tongue tucked neatly into hischeek as if to ask you what nerve you had to be talking to him like aday hadn’t gone past. The look in itself was enough to make yourcheeks heat up – was he being attractive?

“Lether in,” Mello finally ordered, and you were dropped. Your legsclashed against the ground, an ‘oomf’ escaping your mouth as youhadn’t realised just how far they had lifted you off the ground. Youshook the feeling back into your legs, smiled and turned back toMello and Matt, both of whom didn’t seem to understand what you weredoing.

Ofcourse they didn’t. Neither of them knew that you had hit completerock bottom.

“Sorryfor the short notice,” you commented, walking in fully and settingyourself beside Mello. He immediately folded his leg over the other,an attempt to get as far away from you as possible. He was stilltrying to figure out what you were doing in the first place.

“Therewas no notice at all,” Matt brought up. “I think we deserve alittle bit of an explanation. Why did you fall off the end of theearth after you left Wammy’s?”

“Youhad every chance to be L’s successor, and you decided to throw itaway for some lick of freedom,” Mello spoke up, and his voice wasso deep and so not what you remembered thatit almost made you wince.

Youclenched your hands within the fabric of your jeans.

“Ididn’t want to be L’s successor,” you replied after a moment ofcalming yourself down. “Fighting against a bunch of other kids wasnever my idea of a good life. I wanted to spend it hunting downcriminals, changing the world, but upon my own accord. Not because Ldecided to drop dead.”

“Whichhe did,” Mello said.

“Whichhe did,” you confirmed, turning to look at the blonde-haired beautyat the side of you. His side profile was glorious, a sharp jawlinewhich was a big change from the chubby-chocolate-eating boy you hadknown when the two of you were thirteen. “I bet that made youhappy, Mihael. Finally your chance to shine and Near took the gold.”

Mello’sface paled at your words. Matt immediately stepped in, tutting andslapping your arm to get your attention back on him – this alwaysused to happen at Wammy’s. One of you would say something and theother would bite back comments which could destroy the others life.It was a common thing, though you remembered the days when it wasWatari stepping in to stop you from killing each other.

“Youdidn’t explain anything useful,” Matt said after a moment ofcalming Mello down with his eyes. “Why are you here and where haveyou been?”

“I’vebeen working with L,” you replied, confidently pushing yourshoulders back. “I was his right-hand-woman for a little while.Before he – you know – died. After he died, I went off on my ownand I’ve been on the road ever since. Walking around Japan, sleepingin bus shelters – anywhere, really.”

“Youdid that because you didn’t want to work with Near?” Matt gasped.“You threatened your own life just so you wouldn’t have to workalongside Near?”

“Wouldn’tyou?” Mello scoffed. “The man’s a lunatic. An absolute shit towork for. I’d much rather die than work by his side.”

“Iwasn’t threatening my life just because it’s Near,” you growled,slapping Mello’s arm. “I left because I don’t work for anybody. Idon’t work for L. I don’t work for Near. Unlike you two, I don’t holdgrudges against my old pals.”

“It’snot a grudge,” Mello said. “He took my job from me. He ruined mylife, and he’s still trying to do just that.”

“Isthat right?” you nearly scoffed, unable to hide the grin that waspulling across your face at the stupidity of his words. “Mihael,I’m not being funny, Near hasn’t been near you in the past sixmonths. I’ve made sure of that, and so has he. He has no interest inyour petty control-battle that you’ve got going on. He’s the one withthe leading job. He has no interest for anything else.”

Mellopaled again, his tongue leaving his mouth and leaving a wet trailover his bottom lip. You could see his hands clenching the leathermaterial of the sofa the two of you were sitting on, his eyes neverleaving yours. It was a battle for dominance – one which wassurprisingly tense. You could see everything in this moment – hishard work, the amount of time he had spent working for thatsuccessors job, only to have it snatched away from him by somebodylike Near.

Youhad to understand where he was coming from. Just because you didn’thold grudges didn’t mean you didn’t have some left-over anger towardspeople who had done one better than you, people who had taken whatwas rightfully yours. Just because you refused to live your life withanger in your heart, didn’t mean you didn’t have any.

Youjust ignored it, unlike Mello, who used it to get his revenge.

“Matt,”Mello said, suddenly. You looked to the left, catching a glimpse ofMatt who had been completely uninvolved in the situation after hishands got a hold of the GameBoy that was always tucked into hispockets.

“Mmm?”Matt hummed in response.

“Leave.Get everybody else to leave as well, and don’t come in until I tellyou to come back.”

You narrowed your eyes, folding your armsover your chest in confusion. What is he doing?

“Ithink Y/N and I have some catching up to do. Just the two of us –like old times sake.”

Matthesitated for a moment, though the moment was soon over as he stoodup and left the room, trailing the security guards behind him as hedid so.

Theroom seemed almost hollow with just you and Mello sat inside of it.His eyes beamed into yours, refusing to let you out of his sight foreven a minute, though it wasn’t as if you’d risk such a thing. Thegun that was pressed against his hip bone was threatening enough.

“Youleft,” Mello croaked out at last. The silence was shattered, but itwas still tense in the room. “You left, and you promised you’d comeback for us but you never did. You promised-”

“Pleasedon’t talk about that,” you hissed. “I regret it, Mihael. Ireally do. I did. ButI had things to do.”

“And you think we didn’t?” Mellobarked out, taking you by surprise when he thrusted himself upwards,pointing left right and centre as if that would prove his point.

Hedidn’t need to prove his point. The memories of that night at Wammy’swere enough for you.

“I’ll comeback for you. I promise,” you told Mello, running your fingers downhis jaw gently. You were only thirteen, barely old enough to scalethe wall you were about to attempt. Whatever made you believe youwould be able to break back in, drag out Mello, all without gettingcaught was beyond you, but you knew you would.

You had to.

Though you hadnever gotten along with the boy, you cared for him. You cared for thefact that he was always so brutally honest with you, and he wasalways there when you needed him. There had been an uncountableamount of times that you had completely buried yourself in his chest,sobbing uncontrollably because you were never good enough in thisdamn house.

You would findhim again.

“I’ll missyou,” Mello had whispered that night, under the stars as the two ofyou stood in front of each other. “I’ll wait.”

“You won’thave to wait long,” you promised. “I’ll be back before you knowit. Just – Don’t forget about me, okay?”

“I couldn’teven if I wanted to.”

“Inever did forget about you,” Mello said now, looking so deep intoyour eyes that it was almost as if his irises were projecting thatmoment all them years ago on a loop. “I couldn’t. Like I told you,I just couldn’t. And Iwaited for a really, really long time. Six years, to be exact. I onlylost hope of you returning recently, and you show up and just shatterall of that personal growth Idid because you need some place to stay.”

“It’snot like that,” you insisted, though you didn’t know how it wasn’tEvery word he was saying was the truth – you had been selfish tocome back here. You had been selfish to show your face in front ofthe person you had betrayed.

“Thenat least tell me why,” Mello said. “Tell me what got you so sweptup that you forgot about me. Even though I was spending every wakingmoment thinking about you, wanting you back. What got your brain sodamn occupied?”

“Nothing!”you bit, standing up with him now.

You’reno longer eye-level, you noticed. When the two of you were young, youwere even a little bit taller than him, but he had certainlyout-grown you in the six years the two of you had been separated.

“Jesus,Mello, nothing got my brain occupied, because I didn’t forget aboutyou at all!” You were nearly yelling at this point, only the soundof shuffling outside keeping your voice low. “I told you Iwouldn’t, and I didn’t, because you meant so much to me back then. Itwas impossible to getyou off of my mind for so long, even though I tried so hard to dojust that. What makes you think I didn’t feel guilty?”

“Younever even tried, Y/N,” he growled. “I’d have known if you’d havetried.”

“How? Because I did. I was a thirteen year oldgirl, for crying out loud.”

“Youwere a Wammy’s kid!” Mello exclaimed, running his hand through hishair. “Using the age excuse isn’t going to work, because we bothknow damn well you could have easily gotten me out of that hell-hole.Me and Matt both.”

“Ididn’t want Matt,” you exclaimed. “I promised you I’dbe back. Not him. I promised you and only you, because I wanted tolive my life with you. Iwanted to live my life with you, in a small flat in London where wecould just be together. Butlife got in the god damn way, and I refuse to sit here and let yousay that that’s my fault!”

Thewords were out before you could catch them. Your usually speedy brainhad suddenly seemed to slow to an agonizing halt, unable to catch upto what you had said in time to stop them.

Youhad never admitted to anybody that that was what you had once wanted.A life with Mello. A life with the man who everybody thought youhated. You had argued like cat and dog for the majority of your life,but that hadn’t changed the fact that his bedroom was always open foryou whenever you woke up from nightmares, the sound of your parentsbeing murdered still managing to lodge itself in your brain evenafter so long.

Hewas always the man you came to with those issues, and you two wouldalways just talk about them like they were normal, because that waswhat it felt like – normal. With Mello, everything felt normal.

Hiseyes widened as the words settled into his own brain – a shock tohim, but a good one he found. He didn’t like to admit that it was agood one – but it was.

Andin seconds, he had lost control. The control that he had been keepingwithin himself for years had finally broken completely and he wasthrowing himself towards you. His kisses weren’t the best, never themost gentle, never the most practised, but he was ready to risk itall just to feel your lips against his for once in hispotentially-short life.

God, didyou need it as well.

Hishands found their way to your jaw, pulling your face closer andcloser to his as your own hands wound around his shoulders, pullinghim down. Your lips fought for dominance for a moment, beforecompletely melting against one another into a calm, slow kiss thatbrought out the butterflies in your stomach.

Youhad never imagined that kissing him would be like this. So familiar,even though you two hadn’t even kissed before. It was like it wasmeant to be, like a balloon had popped in your stomach – one thathad been getting bigger and bigger for the past six years, andpossibly even before that.

Mellowas the one to pull away, and all too soon at that. His foreheadleaned itself against yours, ragged breaths escaping hissaliva-coated lips that you currently have the perfect view of withthe way your head is dipped. They looked glossed, and he quicklyglosses them even more as he swipes his tongue over the skin.

“Fuckyou,” he whispered against your forehead. “Fuck you for making mego insane for the past six years.”

Youlet your eyes flutter closed, tightening your arms around hisshoulders. “I’m here now. We may never get that small flat inLondon, or that ordinary life, but we can be together.”

Melloclosed his own eyes. “I need that right now.”

#death note #death note imagine #death note fic #mello imagine #mihael keehl #mello x reader #matt death note #matt x reader #request #death note request

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franeridart · 6 years

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i miss your haikyuu art so much it was the best - dont get me wrong i fucking adore your bnha art but like,,,,, haikyuu,,,,,,,

Well pal, aren’t you lucky, you might have been missing from my blog in the past two weeks but if you scroll down just three posts you might notice I’ve been drawing haikyuu again (x x x)

Anon said:People don’t remember baccano anymore? :o

I assumed so since it’s been ten years since it aired and the fandom has always been small and quiet anyway, but it looks like I assumed wrong!!!! That made me so happy, honestly? Baccano’s my fav anime ever, it’s always super nice to see it appreciated!

Anon said:I’M HAPPY YOU LIKE BACCANO! NOBODY KNOWS IT

Anon said:Omg thanks for the baccano au I love it.

Anon said: BACCANO!! I love you so much right now!!!

Anon said: YOU DID A BACCANO CROSSOVER!! IVE NEVER SEEN ONE DUDE MAJOR PROPS TO YOU!!!! I literally love that series, it was one of my first ones so seeing it mixed with one of my current favourites is surreal!!

Anon said: DID YOU JUT DO A BACCANO AU OMG ITA BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE WATCHED THAT IT WAS MY FAVE 😭😭😭😭😭 i cried so much during it all the time it was so badass

This is exactly what I was talking about!!! So HAPPY all of you love that anime as much as I do! And thank you SO MUCH for liking the crossover!!!!!!! ;O;

Anon said:Fran, just out of curiosity, what colors do you associate with Bakugou/Kirishima/the rest of the squad?

The ones I use to write their dialogues! Orange for Bakugou, red for Kirishima, gold for Sero, yellow for Kaminari and pink for Ashido! :D

Anon said: tumblr has been a butt and not notified me of your post but i saw your nishinoya and i died i love the way you draw him and boiiiiii bokuto and kuroo be looking smokin and your kiribaku (is that right??? im a failure i cant remember!!!:( ) is amazing SO MUCH FLUFF i die of happiness. keep up the lovely work 💕👌👌👌

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE KIND WORDS HOLY SMOKES!!!!!!!

Anon said:I love your art its so amazing.

Thank youuu ;u;

Anon said:I was just wondering if I could use one of your drawings of Kuroo as a phone background (just for personal use! It’s fine if you don’t want me too! I’m a huge fan and I hope you’re having a nice day~)

Sure! As long as it’s just for personal use I don’t mind at all!!

Anon said:Oh wow, thanks for the tutorial! I think it will be really helpful!

I’m glad to hear that!!!! :D

Anon said: what is the jock / nerd thing?

At this point it’s mostly a meme, I’d say haha

Anon said:ASDFGHJKL *-* Your art is to beautiful for the world

That’s!!!! Too kind of you oh man (〃´ﾉω`〃)

Anon said:Your kiri is so pretty.

THANK YOU!! Every Kiri is super pretty tho, it’s the intrinsic Kirishima-ness of the Kiris that makes them beautiful whatever style they’re drawn in! :O

Anon said:YOUR ZORA ITS SO GOOD I LOVE HIM AS MUCH AS YOU DO AND WHEN I SAW YOU DRAW HIM I WAS LIKE: a m a z i n g 💕💕💕

OH MAN THANK YOU I love that disaster of a trickster so much I’m glad I could make him come out okay ;O;

Anon said:so i left tumblr a while ago?? but i check back every so often bc ur pretty much my favorite tumblr artist ever

Aw man thank you so so so much this means the world to me! ;u; sometimes it’s hard for me to see any improvement in my own art so knowing that you can see it helps a lot!

Anon said:your art is literally my favourite thing in the entire world i love it all! i hope you’re having a good day and taking care of yourself! x

GOSH THANK U I hope you’re having the best day too, anon!!!!

Anon said:Asahi is so pretty when you draw him, I love it; my gentle son, in your amazing art style.

I’M!!!!!! Glad you liked him!!!!!!! That boy is 100% out of my comfort zone so knowing he came out okay is super nice!!!!! :D

Anon said:The way I drew the bakusquad in that one set of images … They’re like … On the cover of Vogue or something. It’s aesthetically good to my eyes man. Also you kinda got me into tetsukami?? I don’t understand it at all but now im into it BC of ur fanart and bc of other fanart but Imma blame u and im grateful to have another ship to hyperfixate over. Anyway I love youu and your art man, i wish u many good days

Oh man I love you too anon this ask made me so happy???? And I’m especially happy I could get you into tetsukami! It doesn’t make much sense as a ship, does it? But they’d be fun interacting and their quirks work well together, so I have fun thinking about them! I hope they’ll interact in the classes 1a and 1b will have to share in the future! :D

Anon said:Oh I love your Noya’s, so glad you drew my boy again!:)

Thank you for liking him!!!!!! He’s hard to draw but I love him and he makes me happy!!! What a boy!!!

Anon said:Have you seen little noya in the newest chapter

I HAVE little boyo already had his blond hair how cute is that! The newest chapter made me really warm inside I really loved the whole speech Noya made ;u; my inspiring little lightning bolt !!

Anon said:I really really love your bnha art! But put some highlights on the kirabakus one, you probably have the quirk to melt my heart with them ;w;

That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever read!!!!! Thank you SO MUCH!!!!!! ;O;

Anon said:Who do you think would propose? Bakugo or Kirishima???

I actually answered a similar question a while ago! But I can’t find it so I guess to sum it up I mostly think at some point it’d just become something both of them have talked about throught the years enough times that by then it’ll just be something they are gonna do, sooner or later, and when it’ll happen it’ll be more like “we have a stable income and a house and a dog and a cat and are p much already married we should really do this already” - in a scenario like that either of the two works, for me haha

Anon said:the best thing was that I just a moment before u posted I felt bad and pissed ad sad, but then all that disappeared ;V;

I’m!!!!! So happy to know I could help you like that!!!! ;O;

Anon said:Can I just say, I’ve been following your art a long time (I’ve always loved it!) and I’ve really noticed a lot of growth and improvement in your style? The thing that always impresses me most is how you are able to take simplified facial features and make them SO expressive. You convey emotions so well and I love it so much. Thanks for always giving us art to smile about! Hope you are having a lovely day!

THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY G OD!!!! I’m!!!!! crying!!!! probably!!!!!!! FrICK!!!! ;A;

Anon said:KINONOYA!!!!!!

INDEED!!!!! What a good relationship they have!!!!!

Anon said:You draw Sero so good oml he’s too pretty

Anon said:THAT SERO YOU DREW!!! *clutches heart* n i c e !!!!

;O; I’m glad you like him?????? gods!!!!

Anon said:I love the way you draw Kaminari, he looks beautiful in your art style! ^^

SOB you guys are all so nice to me I’m gonna cry for real here ;U; thank you!!!

Anon said:Whenever I’m sad I look at your art and everything feels better.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy I can help you with your mood!!!!!!!

Anon said:When you Kiri with his hair down, I’m always like “that’s it, that’s the cutest Kiri ever” and then you draw him with it spiked and I’m like “no wait, there it is, the cutest Kiri.” And now you go and give me both Kiri’s in that adorable pair of sketches and how is that even fair because how am I supposed to handle that? I can’t even decide anymore. All your kiris are the cutest Kiri.

THANK YOU !!!!!!!!! All Kiris are the cutest Kiris tho, aren’t they? What an inherently cute boy he is!!!

Anon said:i showed my friend your art and since we both find it super good, we both decided to try to draw more regularly because we want get better and get a smooth(? idk how to say it in english lmao) style like yours so thank you for the motivation/inspiration!!

:O !!!!!! I hope you and your friend will have fun while at it, anon!!!!! :D

Anon said:I love your bakushima

AND I LOVE YOU

Anon said:drawing ppl from above is so cool though!! i really like these kinda pics ✨ (esp bo and tetsu, so /cool/!!) dont give up, fran❤

Please don’t enable me anon, if you give me the green light I’m gonna keep on drawing that sorta angle forever hahahaha (thank u so much for the compliment, tho!!!!)

Anon said: ahhh i love your recent kiribaku drawings! they are so cool!!

That was about the red and teal ones, right? Thank you so much!!!! Working with colors like that isn’t something I do often, so I’m really really happy that you guys ended up liking them!!!

Anon said: Row! Row! Fight the power!!

I don’t know what brought this on but HECK YES

Anon said:Man I love all your art, fanart and OCs alike! And your BNHA is such an inspiration and one of the reasons I started writing fic. Have a great day!

OH BOY that’s such a nice thing to know!! I hope you’re having lotsa fun writing fics, anon!! And I also hope you’re having a great day, too!!!

Anon said:OK, i’m sorry for sounding this emotional, but OMG your art makes me cry. it’s just… so beautiful… *there i go again* *crying*

*hands u tissue* thank you so much but please don’t cry!!!!

Anon said:I’M CRYING LUCA’S BIRTHDAY IS THE DAY BEFORE MINE, I’M A PHYSICS MAJOR, A MAJOR DOG (and cat) PERSON, AS WELL AS A MORNING PERSON LIKE WH A T

You’re the second person that tells me they’re really similar to one of my ocs!!!! I wonder what that means? :O but it’s a fun thing to know, anyway!!! :D I hope you don’t mind Luca being so similar to you, anon haha

Anon said: What do you think would happen if eraserhead erased fatgum’s quirk?

He’d probably just lose his ability to absorb hits and then re-use their power? :? but if he’s fat he’s gonna stay fat and if he’s slim he’s gonna stay slim, I think :O

Anon said:Oh my god you know kekkai sensen I’m actually crying I love kekkai sensen but no one I know likes it/knows about it and aaaaaaa I love your art and you drew something from kekkai sensen and thats amazing!!!!

I’M GLAD YOU LIKED IT and I know right? Kkss has such a small fandom! Which to me is super weird considering how much following Trigun used to have? :O it’s definitely one of the best anime I’ve seen in recent times, tho!!!

Anon said:FRAAAANNNNNNNN!!!! I’m soo excited!! I might be getting a tote from your shop for Christmas! My friend asked what I wanted, so I looked at your store, and chose a tote with Mina, and Hagakure (?) And he told me to send him the link!

HOLY SMOKES THANK YOU FOR BUYING MY STUFF ANON THIS SERIOUSLY MEANS THE WORLD TO ME!!!!!!!

Anon said: Your art is so good! I especially love your black and white stuff! Its really punchy! Also all your Kiribaku content makes my heart melt!!!!!!

*gross sobbing* thank you so much!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:would it be okay…if i drew luca (giving credit to you tho obv) i just love him so much GOD

YES!!!!!! Please do link me to it if you do draw him, I wanna see!!!!! :D

Anon said:Hey! I really liked your OCs and i was especially intrigued by Max and Leo!! Do you mind telling us more about their relationship? They look so sweet!!! Love ya and keep being awesome!

Thank you so much for liking my kids!!!! ;O; and sadly I can’t tell you too much about them cause their story is a bit still up in the air as far as details go, but in general they used to be best friends back when they were kids, then the accident that gave Leo his scars happened and for reason they lost track of each other for a long while - they met again recently, tho! Leo’s been in love with Max since they were babies and being able to talk to him and interact with him again makes him incredibly happy/mushy/soft but also absurdly and unreasonably overprotective since he’s really, really scared of losing him again - Max… because of plot-related reasons hasn’t realized that Leo is the kid he used to know back when he was super young, so his falling in love with him happens as the story progresses. He finds the overprotectiveness silly and unecessary, but he doesn’t exactly mind it? He has a feeling it helps Leo more than it helps him, so he lets him do his thing. All in all, maybe Max takes more care of Leo than Leo of Max. Welp, their story is kind of a mess haha

Anon said:Have you ever thought about doing nsfw? Or at least something kinda hot?

This is actually answered in my faq! But yeah, no, I don’t do nsfw, sorry! Something kinda hot… maybe in the future? But I gotta be in a very specific mood that doesn’t come around too often, so I dunno if and when that’s gonna be!

#fran answers #oc asks #g a h #anonymous

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augustwash1 · 3 years

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Effective Guidelines to Love Life More Hiding your Cell Phone

Is incredibly regular for people to use somebody else's phone and be the first time. In doing so , were seeking to replicate that initial feeling of independence a mobile phone delivers. A relative in another point out was in the hospital. It was a Sunday evening, and I have been invited into a party. Instead of being away having fun I was sitting in my own apartment, awaiting the phone to call, troubled for reports. It was an associate who lend me his cellphone to make certain I will understand any news as quickly as possible, and in addition, be able to go to the party. There was no reason for me personally to be connected to my landline. We look back again at that occasion, and in addition for wondering at exactly how gracious my pal was in loaning me his phone intended for the night (who would volunteer their mobile phone away nowadays? ), My spouse and i couldn’t stop being amazed at the freedom this cellphone gave me. I had been able to venture out and be social - while still staying accessible simultaneously. This is the kind of freedom mobile phones give. But today our phones are about a lot more than audio calls, and they are no more an optionally available possession. They are really integrated into existence in ways not really their designers thought possible. However screen period is the new sitting in a desk chair all day at a time, which I happen to agree is a poor thing. I have a standing table and it is been a life changer. Industry when we are electronically connected more than ever, yet feeling alot more detached than ever, we are being taught, even cautioned, to minimize the dependence on cellular phones. To actually limit our time in front of screens, to put the phone down and also have a real discussion with someone, face to face. Prevention of gadgets and screen time has become becoming a extravagance item; being able to disconnect from your phones to get an extended time period bestows a status that a lot of us can’t afford or obtain. Do it, our company is told, for your sanity in the event that not humanity, and also for your neck: regularly looking straight down at your mobile phone strains your lower back, which leads to all sort of physical distress. I’ve also experienced repeating stress affliction with my hand from a lot of scrolling, and I could trust my forearm sometimes is painful in a odd place if I’ve applied my cellphone for very long. However can be using each of our cell phones a lot really so bad? Does being addicted to the phones genuinely disconnect all of us from others as much we think? Are not there positive factors for the activities that occupy all of us while our company is clutched to our mobile phones? Whenever we use our phones, can there be something we are missing that individuals would be carrying out otherwise? We get a great deal out of using my own cell phone, therefore no, Really dont want that will put it straight down. The answer is to not be socially shamed into using my own cell phone significantly less. The answer is to make certain cellphone use is hard to kick and beneficial and amusing, not a distraction coming from boredom or perhaps isolating you from sociable or professional settings. It is crucial to be intentional and conscious of how youre using your cellphone, not if you’re utilizing it at all or perhaps too much. The minds are constantly operating, processing our many thoughts, worries, problems, plans. We require a thoughts from all this, but sometimes, life is not so very clear cut. Take those movies. I go, nearly exclusively, into a movie theater which has a strict zero phones, no texting policy. They will put your rear end out if you utilize a phone in the theater. Nevertheless when I was having a friend, in which theater, who was being forever texted by his better half. As it happens her mother was in critical wellness trouble. He wound up leaving the movie to arrange to go to the international airport. As great as an uninterrupted movie encounter is, this doesn’t overcome emergencies if they arise. Couple of experiences with another individual will be as close and developing as a shared meal. (Hang on, I’ll get to love-making in a small. ) If there was ever before a moment once you’d wish to connect with somebody else, immediately, eye to eye, devoid of distraction, it might be over a meals. But, much like almost everything, there could be exclusions. What if, over the course of the chat, you start discussing going on a trip together, or about countrywide parks, or about endangered species? Looking up photos showing your associate can add towards the talk. Successfully Googling a well known fact or reference point can help within your debate. Writing a social media post you found provocative, interesting or perhaps important can be a launching level of a conversation. In those occasions, anyone is not distancing your self or placing something among you and someone else, you are sharing. ver post Believe me, sharing can be a magnificent point. What I’m not fighting is that the two of you should be taking a look at Facebook, independently, without interesting with one another. What I am declaring is that your mobile phone can be a conduit, a guideline, a personal guide for source materials, to bring and aid your chat. In case the focus continues to be on the both of you, the phone is really a prop. If the focus is definitely centered on the device, the gadget is the central magnet and you have shed attachment. The previous is very good, these is not. Each of our phones are a device. How we choose to use this instrument is what give them their particular benefit. You might think the very last place you’d want cellphone distraction could be the bedroom. On the surface, two people resting in bed next to each other, every single with cellular phones in their hands, all but disregarding each other, sounds like one of the most depressing, heart and soul-hurting displays one can easily think of modern life. But could it be naturally poor? If I’m reading the New York Times, what does this matter in the event that I’m browsing the actual conventional paper or the digital version in the device? In the event that I’m examining email, exactly what does it matter if I have a laptop or cellphone? If I am mastering games or otherwise distracted, how much does it subject if I am browsing a book of mastering some game? And in fact, rarely we sometimes glamorize reading in bed jointly? I love studying books, and locate it kind of hot my own partner truly does too. Carrying out that during sex together, then simply talking about what we’re browsing, is a great intellectual turn-on. So with every due value to several investigators, in this case, the carrier is usually not the response. What is important here is certainly not the device by itself, yet the activity you are involved in, either together or independently. There could be togetherness when two people are on their phones, just like there is once reading catalogs. Usually the problem arises when utilization of a gadget supercedes something, or perhaps causes a break up if a point of attachment could otherwise arise. Might associated with your telephones from bed mean more sex? Maybe. Should likewise lead to someone getting out of bed faster in the day time, or perhaps sleeping sooner at night. Although we’re while having sex, did you know that through your phone, you can view movies? Or look at photographs of…. whatever it truly is that arouses you? Or work with software meant to foster dialog or activity with a intimate spouse? The device is a tool. It exists without inherent judgment, qualities or worth. What we label of it is up to us. Should i really need to tell you this? Obviously there are times when you should absolutely never touch your smartphone, starting, surely, with driving a vehicle. (Guilty as recharged: I frequently use the Roadmaps applications in the phone to help me acquire where Im going. It’s not so straightforward, is it? ) I think faith based services must be device-free areas and specific zones, as should particular spaces, like gym bathroom rooms, exactly where privacy needs to be respected. I have a distaste for those who use their phone at the health club; I don’t need to hear your business calls although I’m strength training. Also, I see plenty of people using exercise and workout software on their telephones, showing the issue, that just as before, these types of mini-computers inside our pockets happen to be what we make of them. Should you be one of those people who attend a concert and require saving video footage and shooting photographs the full time, I actually ask how much of that is necessary. Taking joy in the moment for yourself, not merely through a device, is highly advised. But…. have I at any time watched concert footage online taken by somebody else? Yes, I use. A few years ago I was by a golf ball game with my Dad. I have been in the habit of checking Tweets during video games to follow along with the city of followers and media to help boost my connection with the game, and to know more about that which was going on. And that’s great for when watching at home. However I had been there. I didn’t will need that community - I had been with 20, 000 people, and my father. So I set my phone in my bank. I missed the comments. I skipped the details of issues I didn’t see since live, you miss much more than you think.

Yet I was in a position to soak in the surrounding. I had been able to talk to my Dad about what we thought would happen next. And later, at nighttime, when we brought up the game, we all reflected upon so many different occasions, details I might have overlooked had I looked at my own cellphone even more. So almost always there is a trade-off. You will come across moments when the mobile phone may distract you. That muddiness can be a awful thing (when you should be discussing with a loved one) or possibly a good thing (when you’re sad and alone and want something to cheer you up). It can disconnect you (when you avoid another person by diving into social media) or enable you to get together (if you look up a joke to see or employ your cellphone to turn on music to boogie to). Let us not hold our equipment responsible for your condition. A couple, lovers, let’s say, lying down in bed. In a single moment, they are both on their cell phones, lost within their own sides. In the next, their particular phones will be off, for the bedside table. What happens subsequent? Anything could happen. It’s up to the two people included. That’s true whether you may have your telephone in your hand or not. Of course, if you do, you also choose how to use your telephone: in a disconnecting way or possibly a sharing approach. If you’re sense bad or perhaps responsible about being with your mobile phone, guess what happens you should carry out. You really should trust your gut. Is essential to carry the person having the phone accountable, do not blame the product.

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aircoil50 · 3 years

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Do Not Use your Cell phone in Sociable Environments

Is incredibly common for all of us to use somebody else's cellphone also to be each of our very first time. In doing so , were looking to duplicate that initial sense of independence a mobile phone provides. A family member in another express was in the hospital. It was a Saturday nighttime, and I have been invited into a party. Rather than being away having fun I was sitting in my apartment, waiting for the phone to call, restless for reports. It was a pal who lend me his cell phone to make certain I will understand any reports as soon as possible, and in addition, be able to go to the get together. Obviously there was no reason for myself to be connected to my own landline. My spouse and i look backside at that occasion, and in addition in wondering at how gracious my good friend was in loaning me his phone intended for the night (who would volunteer their cell phone away these days? ), I actually couldn’t has stopped being amazed at the freedom this cellular phone gave me. I was able to step out and be cultural - although still becoming accessible at the same time. This is the kind of freedom cellphones provide. But today our telephones are about much more than audio communications, and they are will no longer an optionally available possession. They are integrated into our lives in ways not really their creators thought. But screen period is the fresh sitting in a office chair for hours at a time, which I happen to concur is a awful thing. I have a standing table and it’s been a life-changer. In a time when we are electronically connected nowadays, yet sense even more disconnected than ever before, we are being taught, even admonished, to reduce each of our dependence on cell phones. To limit our amount of time in front of monitors, to put the telephone down and still have a real discussion with an individual, in the flesh. Avoidance of products and display screen time has become becoming a luxurious item; to be able to disconnect from your phones to get an extended time period bestows a status that a lot of us can’t find the money for or attain. Get it done, we are told, for your sanity if not humankind, and also for your neck: regularly looking down at your cellphone strains the lower back, that leads to all kind of physical soreness. I’ve actually experienced recurring stress symptoms with my hand from excessive scrolling, and i also could vow my forearm sometimes is painful in a strange place in the event I’ve employed my mobile phone for too long. Nevertheless is usually using our cell phones a lot really so bad? Does being addicted to each of our phones genuinely disconnect all of us from other folks as much we think? Are not generally there rewards for the actions that occupy us while we are clutched to our cell phones? When we use our phones, perhaps there is something we are missing that we would be carrying out otherwise? We get a lot out of using my own cell phone, so no, Dont really want to place it down. The answer is not to be socially shamed in to using my cell phone fewer. The solution is to be sure cellphone use is hard to kick and beneficial and entertaining, not a distraction coming from boredom or perhaps isolating you from cultural or professional settings. The key is to be deliberate and aware about how youre using your phone, not whether you’re using it at all or perhaps too much. Each of our minds will be constantly operating, processing each of our many thoughts, worries, concerns, plans. We really need a distraction from everything, but at times, life is not so clear cut. Take those movies. We go, nearly exclusively, into a movie theater using a strict simply no phones, no texting insurance plan. They will chuck your rear end out when you use a mobile phone in the theater. However when I was having a friend, in which theater, who was being endlessly texted by his partner. As it happens her mother is at critical well being trouble. This individual wound up leaving the movie to organize to go to the airport. As wonderful as a continuous movie encounter is, it doesn’t trump emergencies when they arise. Few experiences with some other person will be as romantic and connecting as a shared meal. (Hang on, I’ll get to sexual intercourse in a day. ) If perhaps there was at any time a moment once you would need to bond with another individual, directly, eye to eye, without distraction, it would be over a food. Yet, much like everything, there may be exceptions. Imagine if, over the course of the conversation, you begin referring to taking a trip together, or perhaps about countrywide parks, or perhaps about decreasing in numbers species? Looking up photos showing your companion can add to the conversation. Quickly Googling a well known fact or reference point can help inside your argument. Writing a social networking post you found provocative, interesting or perhaps important could be a launching point of a chat. In those occasions, you aren’t distancing yourself or putting something among you and another person, you are sharing your thoughts. Believe me, sharing can be a good factor. What Im not arguing is that the both of you should be taking a look at Facebook, individually, without interesting together. What I am stating is that your phone can be a conduit, a guide, a personal resource intended for source material, to bring and help the talk. In the event the focus continues to be on the both of you, the smart phone is a prop. If the focus is usually centered on the phone, the gadget is the main seduction and you’ve dropped bond. The previous is wonderful, these is not really. All of our phones are a device. Just how all of us choose to use this device is actually give them all their benefit. One could think the past place you would want cellular phone distraction could be the bedroom. On the surface, two people lying down in bed following to each other, every with cell phones in their hands, all but neglecting each other, feels like one of the most gloomy, soul-hurting scenes one may easily think of modern life. Nevertheless would it be naturally negative? If I’m reading the New York Times, what does it matter if perhaps I’m examining the actual paper or the digital version in the cellphone? If I’m checking e-mail, what does it subject if I possess a notebook computer or mobile phone? If I’m practicing games or otherwise distracted, what does it matter if I am browsing a book of playing some game? https://www.macworld.com/article/3278585/apple-smartphone-addiction-ios-12.html And besides, would not we occasionally glamorize studying in bed together? I love studying books, and discover it kind of hot my partner will too. Carrying out that during sex together, after that talking about what we’re browsing, is a great intellectual turn-on. So with all due admiration to plenty of experts, in this case, the medium can be not the message. What matters here is not the device itself, but the activity you’re engaged in, either jointly or separately. There can still be togetherness when two people are on their very own phones, in the same way there is when ever reading books. Their challenge arises when utilization of a phone changes something, or triggers a split up when a point of interconnection would otherwise take place. Might removal of your mobile phones from understructure mean more sex? Maybe. Should likewise lead to somebody getting out of bed faster in the morning hours, or perhaps sleeping faster at night. And while we’re while having sex, did you know that through your phone, you can watch video clips? Or perhaps look at photos of…. what ever it can be that arouses you? Or work with applications intended to foster discussion or activity with a loving partner? The product is a device. It is present without inherent judgment, qualities or worth. What we label of it is about us. Must i really need to tell you this? Certainly there are times when you must absolutely hardly ever touch your smartphone, beginning, certainly, with traveling.

(Guilty as incurred: I often use the Roadmaps programs on my phone to assist me acquire where I’m going. It isn’t really so straightforward, is it? ) I think religious services must be device-free areas, as should particular spaces, like gym bathroom rooms, where privacy needs to be respected. I have a distaste for those who use all their phone at the health club; I don’t need to hear your company calls while I’m lifting weights. On the other hand, I realize a lot of persons using work out and workout applications on the smartphone, demonstrating the point, that once more, these kinds of mini-pc systems within our pockets will be what we label of them. If you’re among those individuals that attend a live performance and insist on documenting video clips and shooting photographs the complete time, I actually ask how most of that is important. Experiencing the moment in time for yourself, not merely through a device, is highly recommended. But…. have got I ever watched live concert footage on YouTube taken by someone else? Yes, I've. Just a few years back I was for a field hockey game with my Dad. I have been in the habit of checking Myspace during games to follow along with the city of followers and mass media to help boost my experience of the game, also to know more about the fact that was going on. And that’s perfect for when watching in the home. But I had been there. My spouse and i didn’t need that network - I had been with twenty, 000 persons, and my father. Thus I set my mobile phone in my pocket sized. I missed the discourse. I skipped the details of items I didn’t see because live, you miss more than you think. Nevertheless I was able to soak inside the setting. I had been able to talk to my Dad as to what we believed would happen following. And later, during the night, when we mentioned the game, we all reflected in so many different moments, details I would have missed had We looked at my personal smartphone even more. So there is always a trade off. You will discover moments when your smartphone may distract you. That frenzymadness, desperation, hysteria, mania, insanity, delirium, derangement can be a poor thing (when you should be talking with a liked one) or possibly a good thing (when you’re miserable and alone and want something to cheer you up). It can detach you (when you avoid another person simply by diving in social media) or provide you with together (if you look up a joke to share or make use of your cellphone to turn on music to dance to). Let us not keep our products responsible for the human condition. A couple, lovers, let’s say, laying in bed. In one moment, they are both on their cell phones, lost inside their own sides. In the next, their very own phones happen to be off, for the bedside stand. What happens next? Anything can occur. It’s up to the two people included. That’s true whether you have your phone in your hand or not. And if you do, in addition, you choose using your telephone: in a disconnecting way or possibly a sharing way. If you’re feeling bad or guilty about being on your own phone, you know what you should perform. You are required to trust your instincts. Is undeniably critical to keep the person holding the cellphone liable, do not blame the product.

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