#and I'm so fucking scared that they're gonna hurt themselves because me

[amazing-shit-went-down]

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#if you google am i gay #Are they emotionally manipulating me or do I not know the practical difference between emotional manipulation and conversation #i legit just don't know #and you've got the adage chances are ur gay #but also the risk if they aren't manipulating me? #i ain't gonna call that out #what if having that level of control is the only way they can feel comfortable in a relationship because of how they've been hurt before #i can't say they aren't hurting me #because it hurts when they tell me the things that have happened to them but friends listen to each other and I should fucking help people #but i am struggling so hard right now #and I'm so fucking scared that they're gonna hurt themselves because me #and I don't want that to fucking happen because I on principle want to help people #but they've overemphasized our relationship so much #'ive known you three years' most of which we didn't talk at all #to #'ive known you since i was 11' #it doesn't math right #and maybe i iust need to be there for them but i don't know how #no one tought me that #and i don't mean to be bitchy and edgy #but for fucks sake im tired #im exhausted #and i can't deal with them #and thats selfish of me #and im afraid I've manipulated them by love bombing and then abandoning them #making them emotionally reliant on me and leaving them #but im clearly not as invested in this relationship as they are #and i want to be kind #but thats really fucking hard right now

[nqmonarch]

Red Flags in HSR Characters

I have a problem of simping for the most red flagged characters except I can't handle red flags. Like violence makes me nope the fuck out of any relationship, I am so scared of getting hurt in any way, shape, or form. In real life I'm fucking terrified of being manipulated into being dependent on someone because I've experienced that shit and it isn't fun. Hate being insulted, degraded, all of that.

But the red flagged characters are just too cool???

Like Dr. Ratio, sure he's a pompous shit and would probably end up degrading you which I hate but he's so cool?! So I need to find some way to make him into this weird yellow flag without making myself into some super genius because no way is that gonna happen.

So instead put him in like a tutor AU, he's teaching you and when you get something wrong he gives you such a side ways insult. Like it takes a minute to realize it's an insult, it's worded in such a creative peculiar way. The second it registers you begin doing ten times worse on every question. It doesn't take long for him to realize that being told you're shit isn't inspiring to everyone. So he takes a... kinder approach. He's still a hard ass and strict but he's actively trying to do better and you can tell, when he starts a sentence suddenly stops and then brings that sentence in a completely different direction. You both end up learning. You end up learning the material and he ends up learning how to be somewhat better at dealing with people whose ideal day isn't being insulted.

Then there's the aeons. i simp for all of them, like how can you not??? Especially Nanook (using he/him pronouns for Nanook), Yaoshi, IX, and Aha. Now first off IX isn't a red flag IX is a lovely little black hole who I will defend with my life. But the other three??? They're as red as a stop sign.

Like sure, Nanook would probably destroy you the first chance he gets. Maybe Nanook is the destruction because he wants to be destroyed. I, I don't know man. Like he's so beautiful but how the hell do you even write romance with him? That isn't just like destroying the love interest.

Maybe he's had an insatiable urge to destroy everything ever since the dawn of his existence and he can't remember why. He's always been filled with rage, hatred, toward everything that's existed. Then he sees you and it all comes rushing back toward him. Your death, the hole it filled, the only thing that could really be blamed was the universe. It was everyone and everything's fault. So he would destroy it all to protect you.

Still a red flag but man I'm trying my best, no matter what Nanook will always be a red flag. Yaoshi on the other hand... surely there's a way I can make Yaoshi into a yellow flag after all they just want to help.

Yaoshi who would save your entire planet, heal every individual part of the ecosystem and every person, just to see you smile. They would ask nothing in return and instead remain by your side, enjoying the beautiful of the world. Then the mara strikes, people begin to lose their minds and themselves and you're left to beg them for a way to reverse this. But this is the price of life.

Yaoshi assures you that this is natural but they still watch on in horror as you inevitably succumb to the mara as well. Only then do they try to figure out how to fix it.

The further I get the more hopeless I become. Then there's Aha...

They probably found you entertaining at first, a human full of surprises and excitement, someone that could survive any trial. Then you grew on them a bit more and they found himself becoming attached. Aha wasn't supposed to be attached but this of course just makes an opportunity for more entertainment! Now they're actually invested and can experience the nail biting tension of all this drama!

Just another form of entertainment, it'll be a shame when you're gone though.

Then there's all the other beautiful red flags Ruan Mei, Jing Liu, Blade, Luocha, and Aventurine and Sunday seem like red flags as well even though they're not out. Like if bad to date why do I want to date?

Their red flags are a part of them and it's hard to work around it, so sometimes you just gotta embrace it. Life's rough man. In the end it's my fault for liking red flags. I'll just stick to Jing Yuan for now, peak husband material.

#reader insert #hsr x reader #red flags #dr. ratio x reader #dr. ratio #aeons x reader #aeons #nanook x reader #yaoshi x reader #aha x reader

[vivgst]

COD Headcanons

I mean they're not hc it's just shit I think they say/do but I needed the title okay?

As I previously said this is just my silly little opinion, I would love to read yours but don't take this too personal and I'm saying this cause Imma bout to write SHIT about two characters and I'm scared cause they're loved by the whole fandom.

Okay thats all thanks<3333

Let's start with my favorite piece of shit, shall we?

Alejandro Vargas

I don't care what yall say this man is a CHEATER and he would make you feel guilty about it too because you're not "meeting his needs".

“I’m not sexist???? We cannot do the same things, it's basic biology!”

Maybe he's good in bed, let's give him that.

Alain meza said he loved Rudy so let's assume he's bi, uh... he wouldn't admit that shit, not in a million years, probably would get offended if you even dare to suggest it.

He doesn’t argue to fix things, he argues to repeat how much in the right he is, I feel like he NEVER admits he’s in the wrong, he seems very stubborn.

Now can we address that fucking temper of his? Breathe mf, no ones gonna die if you stop yelling for a second.

I feel like he must’ve had A LOT of trouble when he just joined the army because of his anger issues, think about it for a moment: someone with a higher rank yelling at him and you think he just took it? I doubt it.

MUST HAVE fought with Valeria more than once cause that temper of hers is just as shitty.

I promise I don’t hate him, well I do but he’s one of my favs, I don’t know how to explain this bye.

Simon Riley

He’s very chill I love him <3

I think of him like a very nostalgic man, he thinks a lot about his past, past lovers, past experiences, when he was new in the army, you know? Not in a “I’m still traumatized” way, he’s just nostalgic.

He’s absent minded, he’s always daydreaming (when he’s not doing something important ofc).

Thin and I don’t fucking care, THAT MAN IS THIN, you can even see it sometimes!!!! He’s got chicken legs, I love them.

He really seems to enjoy dad jokes.

He cares a lot about his teammates and I love it, it’s very cute.

Can we talk about how everyone put him as a fucking beast in bed? I don't see it, I think he's ruthless when he needs to but I don't think this applies when it comes to sex, he suffered a lot too and sadly I know too well that sex is pretty fucking terrible after rape, especially because you feel like you're gonna hurt the person you're having sex with so...

John MacTavish

Typa guy everyone loves, even your dad and your grandma's always saying how handsome he is.

Maybe he was bullied bc of his accent but he just told them to go fuck themselves.

Caring and loving, buys his partner flowers and their favorite candy/chocolates/desserts.

Remembers anniversaries, birthdays, medical or school appointments.

Too charismatic and funny.

Kyle Garrick

He’s too good for his own good… I feel like he always end up going out with INSANE people, the jealous type, they’re always bitching and making him angry and stressed but he forgives them cause he’s an angel.

Very sweet, loves cooking for people he loves.

Kinda family oriented.

He smells good, I can almost smell his perfumeeeeee he smells good, he spends MONEY on it too.

Even the devil is afraid of him when he’s mad.

I think he's very private about his life in general, doesn't like to vent his problems.

Hot lover.

John Price

Now this man is a FATHER, my fucking dad I swear.

He seems pretty conservative to me, not in a bad way like he wants you to be his personal maid and slave, more like he wants to date to marry, hates casual sex.

Loves whiskey.

Dad energy, he would be so caring and loving with his child, he would give that baby the moon.

I don’t think he would love to date a younger woman, not a woman in her twenties at least, I think he would be into women his age.

If you feel disappointment by that, maybe you could try fixing your relationship with your dad, sweetheart ;).

Hates confrontation and loves to work things out.

Let’s not talk about how sex with be with the old man, okay? Thanks.

He's not that old, I get that but he looks like he's fucking 68.

Phillip Graves

He looks kinda daddy in that pic, not gonna lie.

“How come you don’t want to have sex? What about me? Have you thought about how that makes me feel? If your head hurts, sex would help but you never consider me, I’ll sleep in the couch”.

A selfish, self-centered bitch, only thinks about himself.

Feeling good having sex with him? Aw baby, try again cause this mf would use you like a damn toy and he couldn’t care less about your feelings or how much pain you’re in.

Cheater, he wouldn’t even be quiet about it. “Oh you want to divorce me? And where are you gonna go, sugar? You’re nothing without me”.

Doesn’t fucking know where the clit is, he doesn’t have a fucking clue.

Of course straight, loves to be white and American.

“Of course I can say whatever I want, I’m from America I have freedom of speech”.

Fuck you graves.

Rodolfo Parra

Perfect.

He seems so sweet and kind and considerate I love him.

Smart as hell, probably got the best grades when he was a kid.

Doesn’t hate anyone, no one hates him.

Loves nature and animals but he can’t enjoy it too much cause he is always busy.

Dreams about having a big family and a dog (a golden, probably).

Forget about having rough sex UNLESS he’s mad (fr mad like losing his shit but that doesn’t happen frequently).

Could be a teacher if he wasn’t in the army, he’s very patient and can explain things easily.

Have a pretty smile.

Valeria Garza aka MAMI

Feels like she needs to prove something, she was underestimated for so long in the army that now she’s always trying to prove to herself how badass and good at her job she is.

Almost no one knows the real Valeria, her favorite things, music taste, if she prefers cold or hot, coffee or tea etc.

She hates cold weather with all her MIGHT.

Likes to smoke only when she’s stressed.

Likes animals but thinks they’re so much work and she doesn’t have the time.

Did drugs once and hated it.

Feels guilty when she spots a church but she WOULD NEVER admit this shit to anyone.

Used to the worst of life so she didn’t like when someone is kind with her, is like “tf am I supposed to do with it???” but she gets used to it eventually.

I don’t think she has anger issues but def she doesn’t fucking know how to regulate her emotions, she lets stress take over her.

She would love a narcowife, kind of woman who wears a lot of beachy dresses and have a shitty personality like her (like Kate del Castillo in La Reina del Sur or in Bad Boys, exactly that kind of narcowife) (I’m kinda projecting, sorry lol).

I can’t picture her with a sweet girl and I think a sweet girl wouldn’t be able to handle that woman.

She keeps arguing even though she realized she’s in the wrong.

She wouldn't be able to spend a lot of time with her S.O, she's such a workaholic.

I don't think she likes to wear men clothes.

I don't think she hates kids but I can't picture her with kids.

Wouldn't divorce once she's married.

Btw I didn’t want to make this too sexual bc lately this fandom is full of just that, too much smut, too much violence and rape in the smut and it’s so graphic that I feel I’m watching instead of reading wtf, its uncomfortable and I honestly can’t picture the characters being that violent and vile.

As I said in my previous hcs… these guys are surrounded by violence, stress and blood every day, I personally don’t think they wanna get home to torture their partners (well, maybe graves cause he is a piece of shit that mf. Okay kidding, not even Graves is that much of a bastard).

#valeria garza #call of duty #cod x reader #phillip graves #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #alejandro x rodolfo #alejandro vargas #cod #valeria mw2 #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #ghost headcanons #john price #captain price #soap #john soap mactavish #gaz cod #gaz garrick #gaz mw2 #cod headcanons #cod hcs

[poppy-metal]

mafia jordan corruption kink except they slowly work you up to stuff and get rougher each time because they don’t want to scare you off

like even though they know you’re gonna like it in the end anyway they can’t have their sweet little wife afraid now can they?

….unless she’s into it ;)

-🪻

I'm gonna cry them making you lay out on the bed, panties down, or more lewd, pulled to the side by your own hand - while they dip their hand between your legs - biting your lip, gasping when you feel their fingers - long and rougher than yours - part your folds. stroke through your wet slit.

"aw, baby." they'd sigh - kissing the side of your head. "so fucking wet."

you're trembling - feeling exposed and hot all over. wet and messy between your thighs you can hear the sounds the slick sounds of jordan touching your cunt and it makes you so flushed. "I - I dont know - i cant help it-" cant help how your hips jerk up a little into the touch.

"its good -" they reassure and you whine when you feel the pad of their fingers press against your entrance where you're dripping. hide your face in their neck, inhale their scent, sharp and clean and so so good. "it means you like it. and this -" they dip their fingers in just the smallest bit, barely a stretch at all, just scooping out some of that slick fluid you cant seem to stop creating, leaking "- is gonna make sliding inside you so easy."

god, just the reminder that jordans gonna be inside you soon - that's what this is for. practice. working you up to it. you feel dizzy, the idea of jordan - of jordans cock - pushing and filling that tiny hole between your legs. another gush drips out of you and jordan groans.

"fuck, how are you this fucking wet." you dont even feel bad about it, they sound so fucking reverent about this fact somehow. amazed. "that's right, keep giving me all that cream to spread around -"

they use the slick they'd gathered from your hole to sweep across your throbbing little clit and you arch off the bed, mouth dropping open. its so slippery, everything so wet and hot, their fingers rubbing circles over the hard nub you'd never dared touch yourself - with your own juices.

they keep their thumb pressed there, sliding two fingers inside you - just wet enough they sink inside easy, with a wet squelch.

"oh fuck - " at the same time you whine "jordan!"

"they fucking slid right in - god, you're fucking tight. you thinkin about it?" they slowly pump in and out of your hole, fingers coated in you - "me opening this little hole on my big dick? it's gonna split you the fuck apart -"

your nails dig into their arms, their big tatted arm, feeling the muscles their flex as they work their fingers inside your tight spasming insides. jordan is breathing hard themselves, like this is affecting them just as much, "jordan -" you whine. "its gonna hurt-"

"no, baby." you get a kiss pressed to your throat, licking along the skin. they're half leaned over you, chest bare except their black sweats, and you cant help but look down, seeing that thick corded arm moving - "daddy's gonna get you so wet. gonna eat you out - "

another gasp of their name, your stomach tightening.

"get that little princess cunt dripping down the fucking sheets before i spread you open and feed you this dick."

"oh-" you gasp, eyes rolling back. "oh-

"that's it - clamp that pussy on me - give me that cum-"

you think you see god.

#ask #🪻anon #mafia!jordan #jordan li smut #jordan li x reader

[judasofsuburbia]

"Will? His name's Will right?"

"That's what Henry said."

"Uh, Will? C'mon kid, wake up."

Will's eyes open slowly and fuck, he's back. He's in the Upside Down. There are two figures standing in front of him, menacing in their shadows. He doesn't even let the light of the repeating red lightning reveal them to him. He screams, immediately wraps his limbs around himself, hides his face, and rocks back and forth.

"This can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening," Will chants, muffled by his legs.

"Hey...it's okay, kid," A man's voice says.

"You're gonna be alright," A woman's voice says.

He's never heard their voices before. They're not the warped, dark voices that he heard when El was projecting in the Surfer's Boy Pizza freezer. But he doesn't want to look. He can't. Because then it's all real.

"God, he looks just like the sheep," The man's voice says.

"Sheep?" The woman's voice says.

"What I called the Hellfire freshies."

"Oh," The woman giggles. "Cute."

The man laughs. "I think so. And I'm like their shepard, you know?"

Hellfire? No, don't raise your head, Will. Vecna knows everything about you, he'll pull from whatever he can to get you to look. You're going to lift your head and the shadows are going insert themselves into your body and suck the life out of you. You'll be another puppet in his game.

A clawed hand touches his arm and Will gasps, lifting his head and continuing to scream. "Don't touch me!"

"Shit, sorry," The man says.

Will's curiosity gets the better of him. He looks.

The man, creature (?), is dressed in a black bandana, a shirt with D&D symbols on it, jeans, a green puffer vest, and a leather jacket. He has long, brown curly hair and all black eyes. The man smiles at him and all Will sees is fangs. Will screams again, hiding and cowering further.

"You're scaring him," The woman chides.

"Oh, like a blind cheerleader is going to be more comforting?"

"Hey! Henry said the eyes will look normal soon," The woman whines.

"Right, like mine?" The man laughs darkly.

"Will?" The woman tries. "I'm...I'm Chrissy Cunningham. I'm a cheerleader at Hawkins High--"

The man laughs and Will hears her smack him. Chrissy...

Chrissy...why is that name familiar?

"I was a cheerleader. Eddie, here, also went to Hawkins High. We know your friends. Well, Eddie knows them better than me."

Eddie...his friends' Eddie? Hellfire. That's the club they joined. This is their DM. Chrissy is the cheerleader who died.

Will is shaking and trembling as his head lifts again. He gets a good look at the woman now. She is in a cheerleader uniform, her body bruised and a little crooked. Strawberry blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail. Her eyes are just pale orbs like someone wiped away her pupils and irises away. She smiles at him and it sends a chill down his spine. They're both...almost human. Uncanny valley type. Definitely puppets of Vecna.

"W-what do you want with me?" Will's voice shakes. Tears stream down his face and he wishes he were braver. He wishes he could stand and scream "Go away!" He wishes he were back up top.

"We're not gonna hurt you," Eddie says. He crouches down to Will's level and Will scoots back but is met with a wall of slimey vines. He winces and hurriedly wipes the muck onto his clothes. Eddie takes the bandana off his head and hands it to him. Will takes it hesitantly. Eddie and Chrissy both light up at him accepting it so Will defiantly throws the bandana to the ground.

"We've been waiting for you, Will," Chrissy says, crouching next to Eddie. "We've all been waiting for you."

"Waiting for me?" Will whispers.

Eddie smiles again, long fangs glistening in the limited light. "You're gonna save us, Will. You're gonna save us all."

#emily writes #will byers #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #stranger things #will byers fics #will byers ficlet #IDK IF THIS IS ANYTHING BUT ITS BEEN BOUNCING AROUND MY HEAD FOR TWO DAYS I HAD TO PUT IT DOWN

[nighterwriter]

A friends to lovers with Jason Todd. Pretty please 🙏

A/N: Thank you for the ask! This seems kind of off-topic, but if you'd like, I could write a sequel. Enjoy! :)

Update: Here's the sequel

To say it was weird would be an understatement. Dick was so used to seeing Jason and you glued to the hip, doing everything together, never growing tired of each other's presence. It drove him and the rest of the family crazy because it was so fucking obvious to everyone but the two of you how much you cared for and loved each other. The two of you were too clouded by your respective insecurities to understand.

So it was weird seeing Jason without you during his trip back to Gotham. He wanted to ask, but Damian had given a small shake of his head when Dick asked, stating that the situation was so trivial, that he wanted it to come out of Jason's mouth so he could see how childish it was.

He was able to find him in the greenhouse, occupied with Alfred's latest hobby that would entice him to visit the manor more. He'd seen Jason work with the plants; he was usually meticulous and gentle, sometimes talking to them as he repotted them and separated stubborn roots from the soil. The person he was staring at, however, was a terrible substitute; soil was strewn everywhere, and broken pots lay on the table as Jason harshly repotted some monsteras.

"Alfred's not gonna be too happy." Dick ignored the sweat rolling down his neck. He was never too fond of the stifling humidity.

"I'll buy him new ones," Jason grumbled, grunting when he finally got the monstera into its pot.

"Okay, okay, put the poor plant down before I call Ivy," He sighed when the pot was placed on the table, "You wanna tell me what's going on?"

It was Jason's turn to sigh as he tugged his gloves off. "It's nothing."

"You sure?" Jason nodded. "Then where's Y/N?"

"Fine, it's something." His brother sighed again. "You remember the new museum exhibit?"

"The mythology one? I remember you said Y/N and you were supposed to go yesterday." Dick paused, his eyes widening in realization. "Jason!"

"I know, I know! Okay, I'm an ass, but Black Mask had a last-minute shipment coming in. I had to be there."

"What did you tell them?"

Jason lowered his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. "That I didn't wanna waste my time."

"Jason!"

"I panicked, okay?! They called me right when the shipment ended and I needed to get down there," He groaned, "I've been trying to call, but I'm pretty sure I've been blocked."

"What'd you expect? Hey Jason, you were an ass to me, but that's okay."

"You're not making it any better."

"Why didn't you tell them what you were actually doing?"

Jason shook his head. "No, no. I can't. I can't- if they get hurt because of me, I'll never forgive myself. I can't-"

"Jay," Dick spoke softly to soothe his brother's worries. "Y/N deserves to know. Hell, out of everyone we've brought to the manor, they're at the top of the list. You've known them for ages and you trust each other. I'll be damned if you let your friendship end because you're scared."

Jason was quiet as he thought.

"I can't lose them, Dick."

The last time Dick heard Jason so vulnerable and honest was when he told him about his mom, about what happened to her. It had been ages since he let his guard down and Dick knew it was difficult for him, but he also knew how much Y/N meant to him, even if he didn't sometimes.

"You won't," He insisted, "Y/N's stubborn, they can handle themselves. I've seen them physically and verbally hand people's asses to them. If anything, any goon who tries to hurt them will probably leave once they start cussing out their haircut."

Jason snorted. "I think they'll start with their life choices 'fore going for the looks."

"True." Dick looked at Jason with a small smile. "So, what's the plan?"

"First, figure out where they are. I called their work and they said they called off. Second, apologize endlessly until they accept. Then... then I'll tell them. And after, if they still wanna be around me, we'll go to the exhibit."

Dick clapped him on the shoulder. "Sounds like a plan. I can call them, say something about needing help finding something for my apartment."

"Alright, 007. Let me know what they say." Jason reached for the gloves again. "I have some cleaning up to do."

Dick nodded and started towards the door. Jason didn't trust easily. He said he'd learned his lesson with his mom in Ethiopia. It took Dick months, if not years, after his death to regain the sliver of trust he'd been given when Jason first came to the manor. He sees it when he interacts with Bruce and when Alfred calls him for holidays and family dinners. But there was never a moment of hesitation with you.

The two of you met on the streets when you protected Jason from being attacked by the older kids after he managed to steal some groceries from the supermarket. He disappeared and came back with a chocolate bar, which you shared in the corner of Gotham Library while you tucked into your respective groups. Since then, the two of you were inseparable. You knew everything about each other and it disturbed Bruce and Alfred the first time they met you. After Jason was adopted (you were offered the same deal, but refused), he'd swing by every minute he could, bringing you food, new clothes, small knickknacks for your hidey hole, whatever to make you more comfortable. Dick would say that in times of separation, your bond was stronger than ever. That's why he couldn't let Jason give you up. Both of you meant too much to each other.

"Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"If you trust them this much, I think it's time to tell them the truth."

And by the look on his brother's face, Dick knew he understood what he meant.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd drabble

[slicznymartwy]

Hello, loved the way you answered my last ask, your writing is amazing <333 I got a bit intrigued as in the notes you said Billy would love corrupting his SO so I would like to request a little something expanding upon the idea of that

in short, i would love for him to make me worse </333

ilove ur requests so much omgggg this gave me an idea heh heh .. gonna elaborate more in the notes but i just wanted to get this out first warning: dub-con, obsessive behavior, billy in general, not edited or proofread

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x corrupted!reader

you can hear your housemates downstairs. they're laughing and drinking, which was standard for a saturday night. you could hear the clinking of glass from time to time, and you think an argument breaks out between two of the girls. it's difficult to tell when the loudest noise to you is coming from your wet lips, wrapped around him.

your knees hurt, but they're slowly getting past that and to a more comfortable numbness. on the other hand, your jaw aches terribly, and it only seems to get worse with how billy - you only think that's his name - is keeping an unrelenting pace against your tongue.

he's not very big, although you really wouldn't know what to compare that too. you've only seen one other dick before his, but that was in high school. barb likes to tell stories about the guys she meets, and she's either exaggerating or billy is much smaller than average (you're more likely to believe that barb is exaggerating).

his size barely matters because it feels massive in your mouth. he forces you to take more of him, and he holds your head firmly as his dick slips in and out against your tongue. you're drooling, you can feel it on your chin. you love it. god, you love it.

you feel wicked. you've been ruined by a stranger that you sometimes aren't sure really exists. he could be a ghost for all you know - an evil specter that haunts college students and comes on them while they sleep.

he's surprisingly quiet, but when you look up at him you're scared by the look in his eyes. wild and opened wide, turned black in the shadow. he barely reacted beyond the quickened breath. your mouth was so wet, and when his cock brushes against the back of your throat you gag and cough.

billy pulls away, letting you gasp wetly for air. his cock is shiny with your spit, and you hardly recognize yourself when you lean in to lick at his length even as you pant. you remember a few weeks ago when the furthest you've ever gone was a kiss.

the night can't last forever, but it's still cut short with the sound of one of the girls bidding everyone goodnight. she's drunk and slow up the stairs, but billy rushes to hide himself back into his pants and climb the ladder without a word.

you had no chance, not with your brain slow and addled with promises of getting fucked. you're still kneeling in the alcove by the stairs, leaning slightly against the ladder that billy climbed up.

"oh god, are you okay?" barb asks, seeing you on the ground. "what's wrong?"

belatedly, you realize your cheeks are wet with tears shed during the blowjob, and your mouth was still wet and likely swollen. sniffing, you turn your face away and try to wipe off the moisture.

"i'm okay," you say, trying to get to your feet slowly. it hurts as blood starts to flow again. "boy troubles."

"boy troubles? since when did you have a boy that troubles you?" she teases.

you shrug, not in the mood to bicker. once hidden in your bedroom, door unlocked, you lay flat on your bed and stare at the ceiling. your mind flashes with images of come stains and his tongue in between your legs.

notes:

i think for the right kind of person (me) billy could be an attractive prospect. someone who's lonely and feels undesirable suddenly has someone who's absolutely desperate for them .... say less heh heh heh

this is nasty but i like the thought of insert maybe touching themselves into the phone .. like .... letting billy hear how it sounds .. im sure he would have some Things to say about it lolol

but honestly i think that reader would eventually get really upset by it all because they realize billy isn't some prince charming. he doesn't Actually love you because of you. he's not going to take care of you

he's going to use your body because you let him.

he wants to hurt you, he threatens to kill you all the time. even when he's got his tongue deep inside you, he'll pull away to whisper how he'll do it.

and that starts to turn you on too

very vicious cycle

i mean maybe he thinks he loves you. but obv it's not a normal love. and i think that would make it so much worse because he might tell you he loves you, which would just give you false hope.

didnt mean for this to be so angsty but basically he fucks you sloppy and hard and he breaks you, because even years later you'll never feel as turned on as when someone was calling you a pig whore

#billy lenz #black christmas (1974) #billy lenz x reader #slasher x reader #₊*. ⋆༘ — requests

[sequoiareachesforthesky]

This my contribution to queer Kazui propaganda (I love taking middle-aged characters and making them go against traditional gender norms, truly one of my favourite pastimes)

Ok so I actually have a looooot of thoughts about Kazui and gender and queerness and everything, but right now, what I really want to talk about is the "he shouldn't have lied from the start" argument. (Rather long rant under the cut)

Everything discussed in this post will be in the context of the "Kazui married even though he wasn't in love, lied for years about his feelings, eventually came clean and this is what caused his wife to commit suicide" theory. I know a lot of people have different views on Kazui's story and murder, but this is the scenario I'd want to talk about because it's probably the one I've seen being mentioned the most so far, and the people seeing him as guilty because "he shouldn't have lied from the start" in the context of this theory are starting to bug me a little.

Because basically, saying that is like condemning a man for playing the role he was asked to play in a flawed system (flawed is a euphemism. fuck heteronormativity.) So basically the way I read the "he shouldn't have lied to begin with" argument goes a bit like this : "he should have never taken part in the system from the start". To which I answer : you know, not everyone was born an anarchist and not everyone was raised to question the system. If that was the case for you, that's great! Your conscience is clear and you can sleep soundly at night! But you do realise that for most people, who aren't exposed to anything else, who don't even know that different systems exist, playing along is just the most logical thing to do, right?

Even when you feel like things aren't quite right in your life, you end up thinking that something is wrong with you, not with the system. Because noone questions the system, so surely the problem must come from inside, right?

So you mask your "difference", hoping that it will just go away. You hide your queerness because you've been told that it's disgusting, and so you think it is too. You mask your neurodivergency because your family call autistic people "crazy", and surely you can't be like those people. You grit your teeth and bear through the chronic pain because doctors keep on insisting that "there's no reason for you to be feeling like that", so you downplay your own pain, and maybe the one of other people too. Because that's the normal thing to do right? I must fit into the machine at all cost, because I know how people who don't are treated. And I'm scared of being treated the same way.

Often, one would rather be a coward than a "freak". And I can't really blame them for that. Because people depend on each other to survive. And being chased away from your community seems like a death sentence.

So you bottle it up.

But at some point, you can't take it anymore. You snap. You smash your mask on the ground. You rip appart your costume. You refuse to play this role anymore. A role that has hurt you, and that has also hurt others. That's the way the system works, it puts us into a box, then against each others, and don't you dare break the established rules or there will be terrible consequences!

But you know what? Fuck that. Yeah I've hurt people with my lies, with my ignorance, by being irresponsible. But I can learn. I can change.

And if someone else makes the first step towards being a better person themself, if they accept to see the pain they're inflicting on others and on themselves, well the first thing I'm gonna do is welcome them, not pointing out everything they've done wrong in their life. Retribution and accountability can come later. It will come. But let's take things one step at a time. People are imperfect, changing is hard. But it's not impossible. And I believe that we shouldn't abandon someone just because they're "a lost cause" or "past the point of no return".

But I digress. Because in the case of Kazui, he has realised the harm he has done and he doesn't want to hurt anyone anymore. And in the case of people like these, I'd rather help them move on towards being a better person rather than focusing on their past. What's done is done, all we can do is fixing what can be repaired and making sure it never happens again.

That's why I hate the "Kazui shouldn't have ever lied" argument. Because he can't change the past, and if he could he would. Yes it wasn't right of him to lie, but you know what? I'm gonna say it wasn't wrong either. It was barely even a conscious decision at this point. He just did what he was supposed to. I don't see the point of examining his act through the lense of morality, because in his mind, it was never about what's moral or not. Just what was expected of him (I could go further into this argument and I know not everyone agrees with it but whatever).

Yet people still think Kazui, or really anyone in this situation, deserves to be punished even more? It's kinda like when people get cancelled forever, they're denied the opportunity to change, to make amends, to better themselves. Denied the right to be seen as human beings.

Alright now is the time to derail and extrapolate from this case study because why not.

Because Kazui took the first step towards changing, because he stopped lying, because he said fuck this stupid act I've been putting up all my life, I do believe he's on the right path towards understanding the real problem behind it all. And sure, he isn't an anarchist trying to tear down the system yet. He doesn't even seem to realise that the real issue isn't lying, the issue isn't that there's something wrong with him, no, the real problem is the society that pressures people into heterosexual marriage (and honestly, Kazui is far from the only one in MILGRAM whose crime was very directly influenced by their environment). But I have faith in people like him. I think he could become a system-destroyer™. So for now I'm queering him in hope that someday, he'll queer the world in return.

In the end this post isn't really about Kazui, more so about this specific interpretation of him that's fairly popular in the fandom. I do have a lot of thoughts, headcanons and interpretations of his character in relation to queerness though. But today, he's not really the one I want to talk about. I want to talk about everything else.

I know I may sound quite uhmm, categorical(?) in this post, but I'm actually not all that set on my convictions. This is just what has come to my mind. It is flawed, it is approximative, it is incomplete. But it is what I wanted to say. And I hope you guys have thoughts you'd be willing to share about all this. Because despite how anxious online social interactions make me, I want to hear what others have to say. I want to know about other worldviews and experiences. I want to learn!

Love you guys for reading through all this (and I hope you enjoyed the middle-aged-man-in-dress post haha)

Also I put way too much effort into drawing the apple and the broken mask for the background so I'm putting them here (low quality but still)

#milgram #milgram project #kazui mukuhara #milgram kazui #ミルグラム #milgram fanart #my art

[zalia]

Stop telling people we're dead...

I wasn't gonna say anything but I keep seeing it in fan spaces for various pieces of media after there's layoffs and it's driving me nuts. I may regret this since social media is where nuance and reading comprehension go to die but....

It's this sentiment people express that boils down to 'Well X person is gone so it's all terrible now/nothing good can be made again'.

The game industry especially fucking sucks right now for people who work in it (unless you're an executive for a big company :) ). It sucks for everyone laid off absolutely! I'm fucking angry and gutted on their behalf. The whole industry needs a massive overhaul. And unionisation. And for executives to be held accountable. This shit has destroyed lives.

It also sucks for everyone who is left behind after layoffs.

You know what makes it suck even worse? Seeing fans and the community of the thing you work on (and it's often something that you, the person working on it, care deeply about too) say that basically nothing you do matters. None of the hard work you put in over the past months or years counts or is any good, and nothing you make again can be any good. Often it comes with the addendum of 'this is because X person is gone'.

And X person is usually just the most publically visible person (and it is not in any way their fault! I'm so fucking angry on behalf of those people too! None of this is their fault). But dear god it fucking hurts to see people acting like everything you've done is worthless.

Trust me, the people left behind are just as, probably more, angry and upset than you. They've lost good coworkers, good teams, often good friends, and are having to pick up everything while worrying for their future job security. All while executives take home fat paycheques and often bonuses because they don't give a fuck as long as line goes up. Like, be angry, be pissed off at the executives and shareholders and fucking Bobby Kotick or whoever because they're garbage. But can we stop talking as though the people staying behind have never and will never again make anything that is good or enjoyable? That they never actually contributed anything to that thing you love?

Most games are not made by a single person. Most of them are a team effort, and losing any part of the team is awful. But it also means that everything you like and that is good about a game was a team effort. And a lot of the people who made the thing you like are still working hard to make the thing the best they can while they're angry and grieving and scared.

Acting like nothing they have done or will do matters or was part of the creativity that you loved just makes that harder. It fucking hurts.

Any script will usually have had multiple people working on it - writers yes, but also editors giving multiple rounds of feedback, people who make the script usable for recording. Someone who books the actors is not any less important than the actors themselves, or the sound editors. A soundtrack needs composers and musicians and sound engineers and they all contribute to the creative product.

I don't think anyone saying this is doing it maliciously, or really even believes it – it's a reaction to shitty circumstances and absolute garbage decisions by people who will always have too much money while doing very little, if any, creative work. It's people voicing their frustration, and I get it! I have said the same thing even when it was me, one of the people left behind, I was disparaging.

But god, every time I see it said my heart sinks, and it gets a bit harder to feel like anything I do is worthwhile.

And because social media is where nuance goes to die - no I'm not saying you have to keep loving/playing the thing! If it killed it for you, if it isn't giving you that spark of joy anymore, then stop! I encourage that! (There's a lot of people I can think of who could really stand to step away from things instead of playing until they burn out and can't distinguish between 'this is not bringing me joy anymore' and 'this is irredeemably bad'). But just... stop talking as if, for a piece of media made by a team, only certain members of that team actually count, and the rest are creatively bankrupt, were not part of the thing you loved, and are incapable of making anything good ever again.

#god I don't even know what to tag this as #meta #video games

[moe-broey]

AUGH Pokemon Scar/Vio DLC spoilers below bc I'm NOT gonna have anyone to talk about this with for a little while LMFAOOO

God I wish when Kieran ran off with the mask, challenged you to a battle to get it back, and lost that battle. I DESPERATELY WISH he just ran off with the mask again anyway. LIKE. For one could you imagine how fucking funny that would have been LMFAO but also!!!!! I think something like that happening would have absolutely raised the stakes, AND would have given you a reason to be mad at him. I think, what Kieran needed MOST as a character and the development they're taking with him, is for him to have moments where he doubles down and is stubborn and bratty.

LIKE. This is going to get SO incoherent LMFAO but I'm thinking about Hortensia Fire Emblem's whole character arc, where you meet her and she's bratty right off the bat. But the thing that GETS me about her is that she doubles down. She's stubborn. And you see Why, you see her scared and hurt and traumatized as she's trying to figure out what to do next. And what REALLY makes her character to me, is when not even Ivy being on your side is enough for her to join you. She still needs time. And by "time", I mean needs to keep digging her grave deeper because she just can't stop yet. LIKE. She's acting out. Which isn't me invalidating anything, like, I'm struggling to find the words for it but she's just 14 about it you know. Something SO horrible has happened and you feel SO MUCH about it that not even your older sister can talk sense into you, at least not right now.

I THINK. The connection I want to make here is that I think Kieran has SO MUCH POTENTIAL as a blooming antagonistic character, he just NEEDED a moment like Hortensia has with Ivy. Where she doubles down on her path. And I think Kieran, maybe initially planning on keeping his word... when you defeat him, and everything just wells up inside and overtakes him. I think THAT would have been a fantastic and shocking moment, if you could see him make that decision to Make Things Worse in real time. And I can only IMAGINE the reaction that would have gotten out of Carmine too!!!

AND. CARMINE. CARMINE. I FIND HER SO FASCINATING. LIKE. Yeah yeah overheard a conversation/misunderstanding tropes are cliche and can be super annoying as a storytelling device. AUGH BUT I FEEL LIKE IT COULD ACTUALLY WORK FOR THEM..... with how both of them Are. I think Carmine and Kieran have SUCH incompatible personalities and there is SO much to explore there. Like. It's established as soon as you meet them, that they must be close and care for each other. You see it in how Carmine looks after Kieran, speaking up for him when he's struggling to, and you see how Kieran admires and looks up to her as he cheers her on in battle. But you ALSO see that Carmine has the emotional intelligence of a brick and she is naturally just. Abrasive and temperamental, with an ego. ALL. HORRIBLE TRAITS TO HAVE IN ONE REALLY HAHAH (I love her though). And you see that Kieran is EXTREMELY sensitive, shy and mopey.

BUT ALSO. WHAT GETS ME ABOUT KIERAN ACTUALLY. Is how you See those traits evolve and twist into more detrimental versions of themselves. AND you start seeing some Similarities he has with Carmine. He also is temperamental. He also has an ego. THIS. WAS SO COOL TO SEE TBH!!! Espppp seeing the uglier aspects of being "shy" and "sensitive". Traits that are really easy to make endearing and to woobify. It's easy to look over just how destructive these traits can get, when you take things too personally and then shut yourself off completely. AND. THE EGO. ADDED ONTO THIS. The fact that he IS a sore loser, the fact that he DOES get bratty about it. Like, I think another thing I really appreciate about Kieran is he acts his age. He quickly starts to feel like the entire world is against him AND he's 14 about it.

In turn, I think I really appreciate how Carmine is so much just an older sister. Like. Yeah, she has a temper and an ego. But also, I think you see that she's a pretty good sport actually. She's competitive, but she's not actually holding anything against you (beyond like, her frustrations about her home town feeling like a tourist spot -- which like! I think is reasonable actually, to dislike that). Like. She's abrasive, she's prideful, but ultimately she does have an air of maturity. She is Not 14 about it. On account of not being 14, unlike her little brother LMFAOOO (ALSO!!! I think it's clear how much she Does care too, how she does end up looking out for you, how she congratulates you and hypes you up... like!!! She's just a little bit of a jackass LMFAO but I love her for it)

And like ultimately maybe all this is just set up for a slow burn, as Kieran goes sicko mode LMFAO but I REALLY wish. There was at least ONE moment where he did something that's just a dick move. And REALLY digs his heels in. Makes it clear, compromise is NOT an option for him, not right now. That, for a while, no one is going to be able to reach him, not even his sister. He just needs to get it out of his system.

Plus, I think it would be incredibly useful for the player to have a reason to be mad at him, because GOD. I HATE. MORE THAN ANYTHING. When Pokemon gives you rivals you just feel bad for!!!!!! Like I just pity him!!!! I think he's right to feel the way he does and I think he has every right to act out. And like, I think I'd Still feel that way actually, if he did actively make bad choices that just makes everything worse and Isn't particularly palatable about it LMFAO. BUT. At VERY least, if he pulled a dick move, I can have something justifiable to want to fight him over. Lowkey Takumi feelings actually, where one of my favorite things about him is When he's an asshole, and it IS entirely on him, like... it's vindicating to see other characters push back. I, as the player, want the characters to get his ass for it. And it's rewarding, when he does come around (either immediately or after some time), and tries to make up for it. Like.... give me a reason to WANT to get Kieran's ass. Piss EVERYONE off in the process, ESPECIALLY your sister for the angst and drama of it all!! I just feel like I stomped on a little autistic boy's dream and stole away the object of his special interest HSKAHKSHA dude THIS SUCKS 😭😭😭😭😭

AUGH!!!!!!!!!! Anyway misc thoughts

The townspeople's turnaround about the ogre off screen was SO STUPID LMFAOOO LIKE. Like yeah yeah Pokemon game......... but you know what else was a Pokemon game. Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Explorers of Sky. LIKE AGSJHSJSJSJJ I FEEL LIKE SUUUUCH A CRAZY RAMBLY OLD MAN but Pokemon Scarlet/Violet HAD THE POTENTIAL. TO BE ON THAT LEVEL. I THINK. PERSONALLY. ON A STORYTELLING FRONT. And AGAIN I feel like there could have been potential here.

Like I think the main issue is the story even in the canon itself took place in too short of a time to develop in the way I think it deserved. But I'm thinking about the whole Process in PMD2 of returning from the Future, you, your partner, and Grovyle. How the three of you Can't just go back to the guild, especially Grovyle in tow, a wanted outlaw in this time period. How it takes days, of laying low, planning carefully, gathering intel, and hitting a wall, before finally deciding you really have no where else to turn BUT Wiggletuff's Guild. AND. AND. THE WHOLE PROCESS. THAT WHOLE THING CHATOT PUTS YOU THROUGH. AFTER TELLING YOUR STORY. Where Every Single Guild Member Individually has to decide, no, Chatot, I'm with Hero and Partner actually. Up against The Great Dusknoir's reputation, Grovyle's reputation, and your standing as the most recent additions to the guild versus Chatot's standing, Wiggletuff's right hand man, second in command, a respected authority figure.

LIKE........ I just think. With the folklore surrounding Ogrepon and the Loyal Three. Even if they didn't have That Much Time to build up to it exactly like that (speaking canonically, school trip constraints), I think. Even just a scene where You're part of trying to tell the town the truth about Ogrepon and the Loyal Three, AND you see the inital pushback, especially from an authority figure (maybe the Caretaker?) would have been enough. Especially would have been nice to see, instead of every NPC talking about how they got things wrong -- if there was divide and conflict, some believing you and feeling regretful towards how Ogrepon was treated, and others not believing you at all, ESPECIALLY as an outsider, who are you to tell us our history? AND even a few NPCs who are on your side, but are still in a state of disbelief or feeling betrayed. Like. Make us feel the weight of Why Carmine and Kieran's family kept this a secret for generations. (ALSO LITERALLY DIDN'T THEIR ANCESTOR TRY TO TELL THE TRUTH AND WAS HARSHLY DISMISSED AND CRITICIZED???? Why would Kieran be treated differently now for doing the same thing???????)

I guess last thoughts about Carmine and Kieran I didn't get to earlier but. I think you can See, as the story plays out, where there is this building frustration that turns to resentment from Kieran, towards how Carmine treats him. How, while she does speak up for him, she also speaks over him. What she sees as probably tough love or standard older-sibling teasing, HE takes it just. So personally. And it festers. It seems he feels ignored, dismissed and invalidated -- and his dialogues where he is mopey, and Carmine (almost on the right track), calls it for what it is -- her baby brother just being a baby. Like, I say "Almost on the right track", because in a way she Is Right. He's Very Loudly sulking and pouting, she sees this and sees he's being 14 about it. But she fails to consider just how much Kieran internalizes this treatment, of being teased and having others around you be told "He'll get over it". WHICH... even if he does. Even if he will. Something that JUMPS out to me IS how loudly he's moping and sulking, how dramatic it is. To me, it's like a cry for attention, for someone to listen to him and take his feelings seriously.

THIS. IS WHAT I MEANT BEFORE. When I talked about how the misunderstanding trope actually lends itself SO well to these two characters, as siblings who do love each other, but there IS this emotional distance. Where Carmine looks over Kieran's feelings, and doesn't know what to do with them, and Kieran is going to internalize all of this until he implodes. And when he DOES implode, when it feels like his entire world is crashing and burning around him (in a way, it IS his whole world!)... he doesn't trust her at all. Whether Carmine meant to or not (which, I don't think she has ever meant to hurt him, I do think it's the incompatibility), Kieran has been made to feel like he's an outcast, like his feelings don't matter, and no matter what he does, no one is going to listen to him or care about him. WHICH IS. AGAIN. WHY. I THINK HE NEEDS TO FUCK SHIT UP MORE. That is the GO TO thing to do when you're a kid and you feel this way LMFAOOO

Aughghhh........ Pokemon Scarlet and Violet you have so much potential I just wish you'd FOLLOW THROUGH and PUT YOUR WHOLE PUSSY INTO IT (AND MAYBE THEY WILL. IN THE FUTURE. THIS IS THE FIRST DLC. HOWEVER. I do think there are certain areas in general, like the ogre ordeal, where they just dropped the ball 😔)

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon carmine #pokemon kieran #i am. maybe a little bit predictable. when it comes to which characters drive me to madness LMFAOOO #i love pokemon scarvi. i can't recommend it wholeheartedly in good conscious due to The Quality (or lack thereof) #it's like being a sonic fan circa early 2000s again. it's awesome #but goddammit there are CHARACTERS IN THERE and I LIKE THEM‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[lordcatwich]

The crimes of the headspace sillies

all of my headspace sillies are in the wrong but they all have justifications and I wanna rant about em now so GATHER AROUND FOLLOWERS

Carly

Carly and Finn were friends for a really long time. Finn showed up LONG after Carly, but they didn't think anything of it- they considered themselves equals and worked together because Finn's... Tendencies... Didn't show up until a couple years after he appeared, and when he showed them, it was REALLY alarming to Carly. Like, "has my friend been possessed by a demon, I know we're gods but are there demons that can possess us?" alarming. Of course, this caused her great distress. She panicked about the possibility that her friend could've been replaced by something bad, and when she accepted the fact that he was still him but he'd changed and was now causing harm to her creations, she was scared. So of course she locked him in the basement! How else was she supposed to stop him? She couldn't think of anything else. Even when Finn was still locked in the basement, she came down and talked to him. Even when he didn't want to, she'd still try. She wasn't heartless. Her decision to isekai herself without telling Finn? She trusted him to understand and not interfere with her story (kinda an. Overestimation but we'll talk about that later.). She didn't even tell Benji what she thought of Finn. She didn't want him to have a bias against him.

Carly had her reasons. But what about

Benji's:

Benji spawned in and was immediately told to be nice to the characters. The first person he ever met told him to keep them safe and trust her words. Carly didn't tell him about Finn, but she sure as fuck told Benji to be his antithesis. Benji trusted her. So when Finn said "Carly was a bitch who didn't like me because she thought I was bad", he immediately took Finn to be a little bit untrustworthy. This is why he didn't let Finn near the control panel for very long at first. And when he saw what Finn did, it made him physically hurt. The day he saw Finn doing angsty stuff with the characters, he started planning to lock him in the basement, taking out everything Finn could possibly use to escape, unknowingly laying the groundwork for his own imprisonment. He was %100 gonna do it if Finn hadn't first. I'm not saying he had it coming, but.... Well, he did. But he was, unfortunately, a little bit justified.

Finn

Finn, Finn, Finn. He had the most justification out of all of them. Imagine that one day you're doing something you've done every day for years, but you do it differently. And suddenly, just for doing the thing differently, people think you're dangerous. So you resolve to do the thing normally the next day.

But you find that you can't.

You've forgotten how.

You try desperately to do it like normal, but the way you're doing it now suddenly feels more normal, more natural, and you can't stop. You can't quite tell what's wrong about it, either, so you just give in and do it in the new normal way. You apologize profusely, but you can't stop doing it. It's all you know.

And then someone throws you in jail for doing it.

They won't let you do the thing, and you start slipping. You rely on the thing. You need it.

Then they, maybe without knowing it, taunt you by showing you how free they are, how normal they are. And maybe it isn't intentional, but you grow to hate them nonetheless. Even if they are the only one who will interact with you.

Then they abandon you without telling you they're going anywhere, and that scares you for reasons you can't comprehend.

Then someone rescues you!

Good, right?

No.

You try to go back to doing the thing, but they won't let you.

And when you finally do the thing again, they have the same reaction as the person who threw you in jail. And you see signs of them preparing to do it again the next day.

Wouldn't you snap?

Of course you would.

It's only natural that you'd lock them up before you could be isolated again.

It's only natural that you'd go overboard when you could finally do the thing you loved again.......

Thanks for listening to this mess lol

@littlebookworm69 tagging u because i think you'll like it

#headspace sillies

[sevikasangel]

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤

pairing: yandere!vi x reader

𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭: headcanons

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: stalking, obsession, angst, gaslighting, bondage.

♡ due to her traumatic past, vi would be very protective over her girlfriend. it all would start with the little things. she'd either be holding your hand or wrapping her arm around your waist when you're both in public. the flirty glances you'd attract would never fail to pinch vi's nerve.

♡ she was just too scared of something bad happening to her darling. the mere thought of someone harming you, stealing you away from her tormented her cloudy mind.

"stick to my side, baby. they're staring at you again. the fuck do they want? can't they see that you're mine? huh!? babe, of course i gotta get nervous, what if they wanna hurt you? it's dangerous down here, sweetheart. i must protect you."

♡ in many occasions, you would need to calm down vi so she wouldn't get physical with people who went so far as only glancing your direction. a couple times, you couldn't stop her and the poor people ended up passed out on the dirty ground with a bloody face.

♡ vi would develop a very bad habit of stalking you. whenever you went out without her, she'd lurk in the shadows, mingling with zaun's cold nights as a stray cat. silently, sickly.

♡ when she found out about a close friend you had, vi flipped. she yelled at you, accusing you of lying, of wanting to leave her for them...she grabbed your arm, forced you to glance into her glossy eyes as she panted heavily. you hid your friendship from vi because truthfully you were scared of her. you were scared of what she could do to your friend. you were scared she'd make you leave them.

"you're mine, (y/n). i'll never let anyone else have you. you're all mine. do you understand me? you're mine forever. no one else's."

♡ you despised accompanying vi to the last drop because you knew there would always be problems arising. when the drunks couldn't keep their hands to themselves, vi would turn into a beast. at the beginning of your relationship, you felt safe and happy around her, like she was your protector. however, now you felt scared.

"touch her again and i will snap your neck, twat."

♡ though it was when you approached vi about a break up that your nightmare truly began. she just stood there, glaring at you coldly, slowly letting your words sink in. you wanted to leave her. if the thought wasn't outrageous, vi would even deem it as funny. the corner of her lips would curve up in a smile and she would eventually just chuckle. it was low and dry. she was pissed. you'd never be able to forget the intensity of the shivers that went up your spine.

"the fuck did you just say, princess? would you like to repeat that? leaving? (y/n)...are you planning on leaving me...? god, this makes me sick to my stomach! please...please don't leave me! please don't abandon me, (y/n)...don't replace me. you said you loved me, (y/n). i'm all you need right, sweetheart?"

"sweetheart, there's no way out. you said you loved me, you promised me you'd marry me! oh, baby girl...you aren't leaving me. you can't. if you aren't mine, you ain't gonna be no one else's. i am fucking crazy about you."

♡ the fight would end up with vi drugging your water. you'd never expect such a move from her, you trusted her enough to drink it. you could never imagine she'd go as far as this. but you were mistaken. with the world around you spinning, you couldn't do much more than whining and whimpering as you felt vi carrying you into the bedroom, whispering sweet nothings to you through her rushed and tense voice.

"it's okay, baby. you don't need anyone else. you have me. you aren't leaving me. i love you so much...you can't leave me, (y/n). i promise i will take good care of you."

♡ when you woke up again, you were terrified to notice you were chained to the bed with a gag in your mouth. vi was laying by your side, stroking your cheek with a sad look on her face. she looked rather offended when you tried to pull your face away and protest. vi held your face still, surprisingly delicate.

"hey...hey, don't do that. look at me. i said look at me, (y/n)...good girl. i promise i'm gonna make everything okay. i'm gonna take good care of you, like i always did. why were you so ungrateful to me, sweetheart? it doesn't matter now, baby. i'm gonna make you feel like none of this ever happened. i promise you."

"i might be extremely jealous and possessive...but i promise you one thing, baby girl...i would kill and die for you. i love you."

"you're not getting untied until you learn your lesson, princess. you will only get out of this bedroom when you prove me that i can trust you. i am gonna make you love me again, (y/n)."

#lesbian #arcane netflix #arcane vi #vi x reader #vi x y/n #vi x you #league of legends x reader #arcane imagines #arcane headcanons #vi headcanons

[koumeowkami]

🪐 no celestial ; kanallen

— chapter four

"Kanata was a poor little angel that heaven couldn't help. He'd always been a tough one, not trusting anyone but his little brother Nayuta, the only person that ever made him feel love. Growing up by themselves, he did everything in his power to protect his sick brother, things that dirtied his holy hands. "It's for a good cause though", he thought. But it wasn't enough, and Nayuta died soon after.

Kanata's soul was completely spent. He became unable to feel love, and adding to his dirty dealings that soon were found out, he got cast out of heaven. Fallen on Earth with his wings blackened, he felt so lost and empty he thought he could've just died.

But a random encounter with a very annoying, persistent, stupid redhead human boy would've made him discover love again."

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genre: supernatural, hurt/comfort, angst

warnings: none

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"...And who the fuck are these people now?"

Kanata's head was spinning. Having to deal with that Suzaku bastard was already plenty enough, he definitely didn't need other nosy people to bother the fuck out of him. He wondered if all humans were like that, unable to mind their own business; at least now he knew why he hated them so much.

"Yeah, um..." the guy stuttered again, probably because Kanata was looking at him as if he was ready to kill, "they're my roommates. I didn't know they were there either, to be honest..."

"I'm sorry, Allen! We were worried about you..." the pink-haired one spoke, joining their hands together, "It looked like you constantly had something on your mind and it was annoying to see" the mushroom-head continued, eyeing Kanata weirdly. He didn't know why and it was getting on his nerves.

"So... do you want to take this stray kitten home? Honestly, I don't want him to get my house dirty."

So he was of those filthy rich guys, huh.

Although he was used to being treated like that, it had always made Kanata's blood boil. Those people represented everything he hated the most: they ruined his and Nayuta's life, never helped them when they needed it despite having all the means to do that; they just watched the twins suffer and pretended they didn't exist. Of fucking course everyone would've been like that on Earth, too. He didn't even know why he was expecting something to begin with.

"Are you pickin' a fight with me!?" he snarled. If that guy thought Kanata was scared of him, he was so damn wrong. He started inching towards him.

"Oh, do you maybe prefer being called a rat?" Mushroom-head provoked him, "Sorry, but I don't take part in such vulgarities. You better do that with people of your kind". He smiled. God, he really wanted to beat the shit out of him.

"HAH!?"

"Hajun, stop being an asshole, will you?" Pink Hair intervened, then turned to Suzaku, "Allen, did you guys meet here?"

"Uh... yeah, a week ago" he scratched the back of his neck, "he has no other place to go, so I was trying to help him. I can feel he's not a bad guy... so guys, please."

The redhead looked at his friends with big puppy eyes, begging them. Kanata couldn't stand that look. He just hated being pitied like that, but something deep inside of him didn't want to stop him anymore. He could've done anything to drive that annoying little bastard away. He could've shown his black wings, could've proven he was an angel in order to scare him, but would've that been enough? Fighting again and again would probably only be a waste of time and energy. But was it really the only reason he was about to admit defeat? Kanata honestly didn't know anymore; his thoughts just turned into a mess whenever he was around that kid. The flames of his soul were desperately trying to burn the ice around Kanata's heart.

"...Are you gonna stop botherin' me if I agree to this?" he started, making Suzaku turn around, "Will you finally leave me alone? I'm so sick of you stickin' to me like that."

"Sure! I told you, the apartment is big" he smiled, "you won't be bothered. We'll make one step at a time."

"Stop actin' like we're gonna become besties or somethin' like that, it makes me gag" Kanata looked away. He feared that if the redhead kept shining just a bit more, he would've turned him into dust. So annoying.

"It seems we agree on something, at least" Mushroom-head spoke again. "If Allen is so desperate about taking the stray kitten home, then I guess I can't say no?" he huffed, "However, I can kick him out whenever I want to if he messes up. It's still my house, after all."

"Come on, Hajun... he doesn't look like the kind of guy who causes problems" Pink Hair said, turning their gaze on Kanata, "Allen is naive, but not enough to let weird people into his own house!"

"Hey, stop treating me like a kid!" Suzaku pouted, again. He looked so damn punchable. "Then that settles it! Thank you guys, I love you!" he hugged the other two so strongly they were gasping for air, then went towards Kanata.

"Don't even think of huggin' me! Who do you think you are!?" Kanata was panicking. He hadn't been close to another being in ages and got so unused to it he didn't know how he was supposed to take it anymore. Fine by him, human interactions never really mattered to him as long as they weren't with his brother, but this somehow got him more nervous than it should have.

"Ah, sorry... I promised not to bother you, didn't I?" the redhead smiled shyly, "I'm pretty sure someday I'll be able to hug you, though!"

"Yeah yeah, sure. Your friends are leavin' us behind, by the way." he pointed towards the park's entrance and started running in that same direction. He could hear a muffled "Oi, wait for me! " from behind him but he didn't look back.

Why the fuck was he even blushing for?

— ☾ —

Kanata couldn't believe his eyes. That apartment was huge, in a massive skyscraper. He had never seen something like that before, being used to the small ruined buildings of the slums back in the Celestial Kingdom; many people there, including the twins, didn't even have a home in the first place. He had missed that warmth.

"If only Nayuta could feel this, too..." he thought. He felt horrible knowing he couldn't share it with his brother, guilty that he had originally planned to rot somewhere in the streets to reach him, since he had nothing to lose anymore. He was still alone, after all; living in the same space of those humans didn't mean anything to him.

"I'm sorry, Nayuta..." he muttered, his voice so quiet no one even heard him. Then, a huge smile in front of him pulled him out of his thoughts.

"We're finally here! Make yourself at home, yeah?"

Mushroom-head interrupted him, "Before making himself at home, I'd like him to take a shower. He stinks" he said while walking to what seemed to be the kitchen, "I'll make dinner in the meantime."

"I don't have other clothes, though..." Kanata said in a small voice. He didn't like how things were turning, as he already knew that the answer would've been -

"Oh, no worries about it! Allen is gonna lend you some!" Pink Hair cheerfully replied with a smile.

"Why me!?"

"Why him!?"

The redhead and Kanata screamed at the same time, the former astounded and the latter clearly pissed. Yeah, things were definitely turning worse than he expected.

"You dummy, Hajun's clothes would be too big on him so you're the only option left." they turned to Suzaku, then glanced at the poor boy, "That is, if he doesn't want to wear some frilly dresses~? He'd be so cute in them, like a little doll-"

"No fucking way!" Kanata was so embarrassed he thought his cheeks were about to explode from how much they were hot. Why the fuck did they enjoy playing with him so much?

"Then it's decided! The bathroom is over there" Pink Hair pointed to a door in the corridor, "See you later~" they said before disappearing in their room.

Suzaku then turned to Kanata, a bit embarrassed himself, "Well, then... I'm gonna bring you some clothes later" he smiled softly. He was blushing a tiny bit, Kanata noticed it immediately. He suddenly got that weird feeling in his chest, the same one he had after meeting the redhead for the first time. And once again, he did his best to ignore it.

"Yeah, um... thanks" he said looking at the floor, "By the way, if you even dare to peep in while I'm showerin', I'll kill you" he went back to his intimidating gaze.

"Whoa, uh... believe me I won't!" the redhead gulped before dashing towards his room. Kanata didn't know if it was because he successfully got scared or he was simply embarrassed. Maybe both.

— ☾ —

"Hey, you don't look bad dressed like that!"

Kanata appeared in the kitchen wearing some black sweatpants and a grey hoodie. Those would look just right on Suzaku, but that bastard was at least 15 centimeters taller than him; this resulted into him looking tiny as hell and he hated it.

"Yeah, you look cute! I mean, my clothes still look a bit big on you but-"

"Stop lookin' at me! I ain't cute at all!" he screeched, stomping towards the nearest chair and sitting. That was the reason why he hated being small. He definitely was not cute, and he felt like dying even more when the redhead said it. For the second fucking time, even.

"Exactly. Now can you all sit, please? Let's have dinner before it gets cold." Mushroom-head sat at the table, showing some food Kanata had never seen before. Not that he used to eat a lot when he was in Heaven, but he had no idea how human food was supposed to taste or look like.

"...The hell is this?" he questioned, while he let the food sit on his tongue, "Never seen this kinda stuff before."

"Please don't talk while you're eating, it's gross" the other guy sighed, "It's samgyeopsal, a Korean dish. I'm Korean, so I cook these traditional dishes often."

"Oh, I just realized I didn't introduce you guys to each other!" the redhead suddenly raised his head from the plate, "Kanata, these are Hajun and Anne", he pointed first towards Mushroom-head, then towards Pink Hair.

Kanata didn't reply. He could care less about their names. Hell, he didn't even bother to call Suzaku by his actual name. They weren't close and surely will never be, so that didn't matter, right?

"Well, Kanata doesn't seem to be the talkative type, does he?" Anne looked at him a little concerned, "He must be really tired. Honestly, I can't wait to go to sleep, too~"

"Yeah, we should hurry up. I'm also kinda sleepy..." Suzaku yawned, rubbing his eyes.

"Uh... where am I supposed to sleep, anyway?" Kanata intervened, at this point craving to be finally left alone and have some time for himself.

The redhead nervously laughed, "Ah... well, about that..."

"You told me I got to have personal space! Do you call sharing a room «to have personal space»!?"

Kanata wasn't mad. He was absolutely fuming, mentally regretting ever saying yes to that dumbass. This was probably one of the most disastrous things that could've happened to him: he already couldn't manage to sleep alone anymore, but having a stranger in the same bed as him sounded even worse. He couldn't believe how the redhead had accepted this thing right away, as if it were normal; he really was way too naive and it irritated him so damn much.

"I'm sorry, okay! I worded it a bit wrong." Suzaku took a step back from him, who looked like he was gonna jump on him at any second. "The apartment is big and you can go wander anywhere you want to, but we only have three bedrooms! And I'm definitely not letting you sleep on the couch." he concluded, looking dead serious for once.

Honestly, Kanata didn't mind sleeping anywhere, as long as he had at least a roof on top of his head. But he got to the conclusion that arguing about this wouldn't have led nowhere, since that guy didn't seem to budge.

"So here's what we're gonna do! I got my sleeping bag here" he proudly showed that weird puffy bag to Kanata, "I'm gonna sleep on the floor with this, while you can use my bed. Sounds good?"

He really couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was he really that determined to stay in his room and still give him some space? To a random kid met in the park, who could've seemed suspicious in any possible way?

What the hell was wrong with this dude.

"Alright..." that was all he could say, a bit taken aback but mostly too tired to think about anything else to say. So he swiftly got on the soft bed covered in red sheets and turned on the opposite side, facing the door. He heard a faint "Good night" but didn't reply. The room fell silent.

He knew he wouldn't have slept as always, but at least he finally got to close his eyes for a while. There was the tiniest bit of comfort in that.

And then, it came back.

The image of his dear brother passing away with a smile on his face, cursing him forever, making him remember that the only thing he ever loved in this shitty world disappeared. The voices would tell him it was his fault. It was his fault he wasn't a good boy and their mommy didn't love them. It was his fault he wasn't a good brother, who couldn't even protect his precious little treasure. It was his fault he was left alone and deserved it.

He didn't even realize he ended up crying in his sleep, calling Nayuta's name.

"Nayuta... miss you..."

Allen was almost falling asleep when he heard some sniffling from over the bed. Slowly and cautiously, he got up and got closer to Kanata, who was talking in his sleep. He couldn't quite register what he was saying, though.

"He must be having a nightmare..." he thought, noticing the kid was shivering while slightly holding out his hand, as if he was trying to reach out to someone. Before he could even process what he wanted to do, he took his hand, but luckily Kanata didn't wake up. Instead, he gradually stopped crying, until he turned into quiet snores.

Allen smiled, hidden by the darkness of his room. He slightly got up from the bed, but the boy's grip on his hand was so strong he just couldn't go anywhere without waking him up. So he just stayed there, laying down a bit far from Kanata not to bother him.

"How am I gonna explain this to him tomorrow?" he asked himself, falling asleep.

#🪐; no celestial #paradox live #paralive #kanallen #allenkana #allen sugasano #kanata yatonokami #I'M LATE. SORRY #also i'm afraid you guys have to wait for a while for updates cause exams are coming up #see y'all in late september :( #(i'm publishing this chapter on ao3 in a couple of days. i promise) #this is a big one so i hope you like it 🫶🏻 #and as always!! comments and asks are appreciated :3

[oh-three]

Station 19 S7E5:

Oh, Maya, we love you.

The way the crew didn't respond to anything until Andy announced that Theo resigned.

Nooooo, not Crisis One.

Maya apologizing to Beckett (ayyy, we love character development) >>>

"Just because your last name is Herrera doesn't mean you have to lead from his shadow." I missed this side of Maya. Also, what an awesome quote. I miss Pruitt, but she's right.

Warren, you are not going the Sullivan route. Warren, tell me you're fucking not. I never thought he'd do this. Maybe he does need to take a step back.

Ayyy, Dispatch Jack!! Good for him. He still gets to help people, even if he's not in the field the way he used to be.

Never occurred to me they'd take a call in this tower.

I do not want to be Vic right now. I could never do that job.

Y'know, it's been a while since we've had such a big fire. I do miss those episodes.

And there goes the fucking medkit.

Ayyy, Theo got a new job fast. And in the same field. Good for him.

Beckett, give a warning next time, man. Like, sooner. What the fuck.

Travis having a moment and being scared for Warren, regretting fighting with him. I knew he wasn't really upset with him. Because he's right, they never fight. I hope they don't kill Warren off like this. He's earned the right to be able to retire/

Not Carina being reminded of her brother 😭

Warren asking how Sully wants to propose, because he wants to talk about something exciting in what might be their final moments 😭

Stu is great, just wanted to say. Best person to have with you in this sort of situation.

"Hey, Gibby…I'm gonna need you to help look after our little girl. Alright? And tell Miranda…she was worth waiting for." 😭 😭 😭

EXPLOSION, NO.

Please, please only be unconscious.

Damn, those extinguisher spheres are fucking neat.

AYYY, THEY MADE IT. THANK FUCKING GOD.

It's hasn't been long enough since Dean for us to lose someone else.

Oh, fuck, the ring. Why did you even take it on call.

Oh, neat, Ross found it.

Beckett and Maya having a heart to heart >>>

"I will always have your back." 😭

Vic having a freak out on camera…that does not look good.

Andy having to play bad guy and send Vic home is rough, and definitely hurts everyone a bit, but it was the right choice. She is lucky she didn't get fired on the spot.

hugs Carina

God, Sully's hands are huge.

LMAO, SHE STILL LET HIM PROPOSE. The fact that she knew the ring came from him in the first place is fucking hilarious 🤣

AYY, SHE SAID YES.

Theo still coming to the ceremony despite resigning says everything. He didn't resign because of Andy, not at all. He's one of her biggest supporters, has been since they met, always will be. ❤️

Vic better not do a spur-of-the-moment thing and quit. I don't think she would, but people do things unlike themselves when they're emotional.

Ayyy, Jack's there. And he's recording it 😭

looking back on the series with nostalgia on how far the station and Andy have come

She deserves this. I'm so happy to see her here.

Fuck, the flashbacks read my mind. 😭

THEY'VE ALL COME SO FAR.

#station 19 spoilers #station 19

[words-and-threads]

I get the impression that a significant part of the difficulty discussing Israel and Palestine is the prevalence of dogwhistles and the fucking peanut gallery of people waiting to sing along. Someone says "The Israeli government and military are committing a genocide and some Israelis actively support it" and the chucklefucks chime in with "Yeah! Jews have nothing to complain about! They run the world!" Someone says "Jews have been and still are under threat all over the world" and the other chucklefucks cheer on "Yeah, they're only bombing civilians in self-defense and in any case Muslims aren't real people."

And even if you absolutely do not fucking mean that people are going to take it that way because every way to express a reasonable and compassionate opinion about the situation has been used to camouflage bigotry already. And when someone else expresses those opinions you have no idea whether they're being reasonable or leading you somewhere horrible.

Of course people are paranoid. How are they supposed to know whether you're engaging in good faith when you're saying THE EXACT SAME SHIT the bigots always start with. And every reasonable conversation seems to end with them having to slam on the breaks when it goes wrong. After a while you default to defense rather than do the whole charade of "Why yes, Israeli civilians don't necessarily have anywhere else to go" followed by "what? No that does not mean anything they do to Palestinians is self-defense that's stupid what's wrong with you?" Like...why even bother?

I mean, I suppose the answer is because then the chucklefucks win but I can't blame anyone for just being too fucking tired to wrestle the conversation back from them one more time, especially if they're also afraid for the lives of their loved ones.

I don't totally know what my point is. I guess...extend each other some grace? Some people are in full defense mode because they are in fact under threat, if not from you personally. They're scared and probably in pain and not in a place for dispassionate debate. If they want reassurance that you don't want them dead, it's because those sentiments are rampant and sometimes coming from people they thought they could trust.

And on the other end, a lot of people genuinely want to help. They don't want anyone to die and they're trying to offer compassion in an extremely delicate situation. They can't un-poison the well and there's nothing they can say that doesn't risk being misinterpreted. I've been in this situation so many times with those recovering from abuse. I can try to earn their trust but I can't definitively prove I'm safe. It's exhausting and kind of hurtful to be treated as a secret abuser who just hasn't revealed themselves yet, even if I understand it's got nothing to do with me as a person.

Even the chucklefucks aren't coming from a place of pure unbiased reason. I mean, of course they aren't. They're expressing their own pain and fear and trying to find safety and belonging. They're just doing it in a shitty and ineffective way, like a man falling back on homophobia to prove he's a hetero manly man. The harm they can do is absolutely real but their actual opinions don't warrant consideration.

And of course all of this is made harder by the fact we're talking to strangers by text so we have no clue what anyone is really thinking or even what they mean half the time. Trying to pull a coherent narrative out of that mess is probably pointless. It's just people. People flailing around trying to say the right thing and trying to be seen and trying to help and trying to strike a blow against Bad Thing and trying to figure out how they feel and how everyone else feels. Let's just assume we're all gonna fuck it up at some point and not define each other's entire personality by those fuckups.

-signed, some internet blowhard whose opinion should also not be taken uncritically

#israel and palestine #politics #nobody is ok #also this is not the only international conflict happening right now or even the only genocide #its more of an illustrative example

[cripple-culture-is]

Cripple culture is just,,, this rant I sent on discord be warned I reached the text limit on this so uh yeah:

(Also "us" is used because plurality but that's unrelated to this)

So apparently my sister told my mom she saw us using our cane in the halls in school. She (mom) tried to say there's nothing wrong with us and literally said that using aids makes you dependent on them and makes your situation worse because you're taking strain off. She literally said that if someone is using a wheelchair who can use their legs they shouldn't because they're "making it worse for themselves". She didn't want to listen to us and kept saying we were fine. Like, yeah, according to the doctors were "fine" (they ignored us both when we specifically got it checked out and at a general checkup when we mentioned it) but that doesn't mean we're not in pain. Walking is really tiring for us and it's still tiring with the cane, it just lessens it to the point where we actually have the energy to do stuff after school. She literally ||fucking|| said to just "exercise more" and when we explained how we'd tried that before and it didn't help, she was like "not with (horrible gym teacher) just like taking walks and stuff" you don't think we tried that?! Some nights we literally cannot get to sleep without melatonin or painkillers because of the pain. We wake up feeling so stiff we can't get up for minimum 15mins. We've been mentioning this ever since it started (we tend to date it to last summer but it's probably farther back) and nobody's taken us seriously. It's our money we spent, it's our decision, and even though she's our mom, this decision should be entirely on us. I don't think she gets an opinion on what we do at school.

Trying not to cry too loud because our moms friend is here/going to be here soon

This is why we didn't tell them. We were scared of this response. This is why we haven't shared that we wanna transition (not all of us are transmasc but we all hate the boobs) or that we're plural at all. Or multiple other personal details we feel would get a reaction like that. Now we're back to the miserable 2020 mindset of "I can't wait to move out"

Ok sorry that's long

Basically sister saw cane, told mom, she said it was unnecessary and mobility aids make it worse

I'm not gonna stop using it tho

No worries 😊 Never apologize for long submissions/asks like this, I love reading all of these submissions, even though many make me angry--this one in particular.

Your mother sounds like someone I wouldn't want to he around. I'm looking into a mobility aid to use for when I attend college next year. Even though I can walk fine, standing for long periods of tike hurts, and I can only walk for so long.

Your mother was incredibly out of line, and she honestly sounds like a very ableist, narrow-minded person. I'm sorry you have to live in an environment like that 😢 That must stink. Your mother sounds like someone who has never experienced disability for herself.

If your mobility aid helps you, then that's enough of a reason to keep using it. Non-crippled people don't need to use mobility aids in order to function just like everyone else does.

Nothing is a cure all, and I hate when people think it is. My disability is a lot better than it was when I was younger. But no matter how "abled" I become, I will always be disabled. Walking is fun to me, but it doesn't cure me and if I overdo it, my knees start burning.

You shouldn't stop using it, no matter what anyone says ❤

#cripple punk #cripplepunk #physical disability #physically disabled #cripple problems #cripple life #physical disabilities #cpunk #crip punk #cripple culture is