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Prompt - sidewalk
"I hate you, Malfoy!" The words were out before Harry could stop them. He instantly wished to take them back.
In front of him stood his husband of only a few months, Draco Potter. He hadn't associated with the Malfoy name since the Second Wizarding War. Before he became a Potter, he and his mother had chosen to legally change their last names to her maiden name: Black. Harry hadn't called him Malfoy since they were boys, since they were enemies.
Draco flinched at Harry's outburst. His eyes began to well with tears, but his stare into Harry's eyes never wavered.
Harry shook his head slowly. "Draco, I-" he sputtered, "Draco I didn't—I wasn't—Dray, please." He wasn't even sure what he was trying to say. He just wanted to be able to unsay all of those words. He didn't mean it. Of course, he didn't mean it. It was just his anger talking. He loved Draco.
Draco held up a hand to stop Harry's babbling. With tears faintly beginning to fall down his cheeks, he offered a sad smile to Harry, nodded his head once, and made to walk out of their house. He didn't Apparate or take the Floo. He just walked himself to the front door intending to leave that way.
Harry ran after him, catching him in the entryway and grabbing his shoulder to spin him around so they were face to face. Tears had already began to stream down his face. Once he was looking into Draco's sad eyes he loosened his grip and slid his hand down Draco's arm to intertwine their fingers, grabbing his other hand to do the same. "Draco don't leave. Please." It was barely even a whisper.
"Harry, let me go." Draco's voice was gentle, more of a plea than a demand. It was like all of the anger that fueled their argument only moments before was gone without a trace now.
Harry was stubborn. Always had been. "No. I'm not letting you go. I'll never let you go because I love you." He lifted Draco's hands to kiss his knuckles. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I—"
"But you did mean it!" Draco yanked both of his hands out of Harry's grasp. Harry opened his mouth to protest but Draco continued with his outburst. "Maybe not just now, but you used to. You hated me! And I hated you too." His tears came more steadily. He swiped at them quickly on his cheeks, looking away from Harry, fidgeting with his wedding ring.
Harry took a step closer, putting them almost chest to chest, to catch his gaze again. "So what? What does it matter that we used to hate each other?"
"How can something good and healthy come from something so awful? How do you expect us to be happy together when our entire relationship is rooted in a place of anger?" He hung his head, looking altogether defeated as his gaze tracked the movement of his wedding band where he fiddled with it.
Harry lifted Draco's head with his index finger under his chin, bringing Draco's gaze to meet his own. "Our entire relationship isn't rooted in anger. It's rooted in forgiveness. Yes, we hated each other. Yes, we were awful little shits to each other. But you and I both know that we aren't those people anymore. We've grown. We've changed."
"But have we?" Draco whispered. "We still fight and argue all the time. Maybe we aren't capable of moving past that." His eyes bore into Harry's, searching for answers.
"You really think our disagreements are anything like what they used to be?"
"Well, no, but—"
"Of course not! Because we've changed." Harry continued at Draco's still unconvinced expression. "Couples argue. Hermione and Ron do, Pansy and Luna do, even Molly and Arthur argue sometimes." Harry held Draco's face in his palms, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "We're going to argue, Dray, but that's not a bad thing. It's not the same as how we used to argue and you know that."
"But—"
Harry shook his head to stop Draco's rebuttal. "Our history isn't great, sure. Hell, we were on opposite sides of an entire war. But that doesn't matter because what we have now does matter and it's good. We're good. We're like the grass that grows in the cracks of the sidewalk, alive and well despite everything that's been put on us."
There was a pause before Draco spoke again. "Yeah?" He sniffled, wide eyes looking at Harry with hope.
"This relationship is the good that came after the bad. The love I have for you now, Draco, isn't rooted in the hatred. It's rooted in the growth and the healing that we've both experienced. I don't love you because I used to hate you. I love you because you make me happy. I love you because you aren't the boy I used to know and despise," Harry said around a slight laugh. "I love you because of the man you are now. Our past doesn't affect how much I love you at all. It's just an obstacle for us to work around like the grass grows around the concrete."
Draco chuckled weakly in return. "I suppose you're right. Our love doesn't come from the hatred; it just came after it."
"Exactly. What we have is good. We are good and healthy, and I love you. I love you so much."
"I love you too." Draco pulled Harry in by his collar for a kiss. "No more fighting?" He rested their foreheads together, eyes closed, just enjoying the closeness.
"For now." Harry's grin was cheeky as he moved his hands from Draco's face to wrap around his waist.
"For now," Draco agreed with an affectionate roll of his eyes.
#draco x harry#harry potter#drarry fanfic#drarry#adult drarry#fanfic#microfic#drarry microfic#drarry angst#angst with a happy ending#arguements#married drarry#drarry fighting#drarry make up
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Tigerpaw mad at Thistleclaw or smth
Also Scourge, Cloudtail, and Ravenpaw are there (are Ravenpaw’s eyes green or yellow?? Oh well, they’re both now-)
#warrior cats#warriors fanart#erin hunter warriors#wc art#wc#thistleclaw#tigerpaw#scourge#cloudtail#ravenpaw#warriors art#warrior cats art#arguements#tigerclaw
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me arguing w people online
me getting banned
#argument#arguing#arguements#don’t argue with me#reply#reply guy#entp#entp things#entp personality#entp problems#debate#repressed anger#autism#special interest
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Leading the Blind
Contents: noncon body mod (sewn on blindfold), aftermath of whump, hurt/comfort, captives bonding (Jasper is trying at least), forced helplessness, blood and injury clean up
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“Let me,” Jasper says.
Alex doesn’t, he pulls his arm away, shudders. He doesn’t want to be touched, not when he can’t see where it’s coming from. Not after being held down and… and… mutilated. He can feel each tiny point where the stitching attaches the fabric to his face. His body still racks with shivers, muscles trembling as adrenaline and fear leave his muscles in a slow drip that makes him weaker with each passing second.
“I can do it,” he rasps.
He sits up slowly, easing to the edge of the table, feeling his way forward with his fingertips. It’s easy enough to swing his legs round, dangling in the air for a brief second before his feet hit the floor. He hops down but fails to keep his footing as his knees buckle. Curses blend into one another as he spits them and he’s thankful for Jasper’s arms catching him before he collides with the floor.
“Carefully.”
“Yeah, I know.” He pulls free again and stands there gripping the table for reassurance. Everything feels upside down and back to front and his mind spins. He tilts his head this way and that but the end result of Adria’s experiment is flawless—he can’t see a thing.
“We should get you washed up,” Jasper says, his words tinged with a lilt of an accent Alex doesn’t hear often. It only comes out when Jasper’s especially distressed. That should tell Alex something about how bad this is, but it just adds to the numbness that’s settling into his bones. “I’ll get some clean clothes.”
“Why?”
“Um, there’s—you have blood on these.”
“Oh.” Alex didn’t know that. Couldn’t see that. “Okay.”
And then he just stands there, motionless, helplessly blind in the middle of the room as Jasper walks away.
Fuck. Fuck. How is he meant to do anything like this?
You’re not. His mind supplies. You’re meant to learn to rely on them.
He has to let Jasper lead him to the bathroom, in the end. One hand hesitantly guiding his elbow. It saves him from bashing his hip on the counter or walking headfirst into a wall or doorway, and he should be grateful but he still rips his arm free once they get there. He turns on the taps at the sink after fumbling blindly for a few seconds and Jasper hands him a washcloth. He soaks it thoroughly by feel alone and then lifts it to his face.
And then hesitates.
How can he clean up the mess of blood and tears on his face without seeing? How can he press on the fresh wounds when he knows how much it’ll hurt? He can’t, is the answer, but he tries anyway. Determined to prove he can do something, anything, for himself. He wipes around his lower face easily enough, and inches higher with each sweep until the cloth presses too close to something tender and he whimpers. So he tries his forehead next, angrily brushing his hair aside and forgetting to be careful and knocking into the fresh wounds as he wipes across his skin.
The washcloth drops into the sink with a slosh and smack and he groans, holding onto the sides of the basin until he fears cracking a nail.
Soft fingers touch the back of his hand. “Let me?” Jasper asks.
He nods shakily, because what other choice does he have? He steps back and removes his shirt, stopping short as Jasper grabs his shoulder.
“Mind the door,” Jasper says. Alex reaches back with his fingers and finds it has swung open and blocks the space just behind him.
It pushes shut easily enough, settling into place with a definitive click and he breathes a little easier knowing there’s a barrier between him and Adria. Just a thin one, just for a while. Even a barrier he can’t see is a blessing, giving him precious few more seconds, and a little notice, if she were to come barging in.
“I’ll be gentle,” Jasper promises. “Only do what’s necessary.”
And he is surprisingly tender with each pass over Alex’s face with the cloth, thorough too. It takes a long time, and Alex ends up sitting on the edge of the large bath as Jasper methodically wipes the blood and grime from his face. Each moment of increased pain is brief, minimised as much as Jasper can, but he still gets an apology each time he winces or groans.
In the end, he does feel better, his skin feels clean and fresh—at least around the outside of the blindfold. Inside it, beneath where it’s sewn to his skin, is a different story. And he supposes that won’t be fixed until Adria decides he can have his sight back.
Jasper cleans off his neck too with one hand bracing Alex’s back so that he doesn’t waver and knows to expect more touching. They’re standing so close together they share the same breath. Alex hates that he finds it comforting to be looked after so well. It breaks down some barrier between him and his emotions and his throat tightens with unshed tears. He’s not sure it’s a good idea to start categorising the horrors done to him since his kidnapping but some small part of his mind tells him this is the worst yet, that it’s going to last and last, possibly indefinitely, and that because it’s designed to wear him down it will, it will work exactly as she plans.
He can’t cry, refuses to cry, when he can’t wipe away the tears. When all it will do is add to the mess trapped behind the fabric attached to his face. He sniffs and swipes a hand across the end of his nose.
“I’m sorry,” Jasper says. And there's a break in his voice as he speaks that lets Alex know he means it. “I’ll do what I can…”
Alex sighs. The very same hands that helped to hold him down, that slipped him the sedative that let this happen in the first place, are now the ones trying to soothe him through the hurt. And he knows Jasper didn't have a choice, but it still leaves an awful schism in his mind, a disconnect between accepting help from someone who doled out hurt. But it doesn’t seem like he has a choice.
“How long, do you think?” he asks instead, voice croaky and raw after holding back screams.
There’s a very pregnant pause. Jasper shifts, and Alex listens to each tiny noise that lets him try and picture the scene. “I don’t know. If we’re good, maybe sooner?”
Alex scoffs.”I can’t be good, not like you. Not like this.”
He doesn’t get a response, Jasper just instructs him to lift his head and wipes away a few more streaks of blood that have dribbled down the sides of his throat.
By the time they’re done and Alex is in a crisp, clean t-shirt, he finds his strength has left him and slides to the floor to lean against the tub. He lets his head hang, draws his knees up and rests his arms atop them, and tries to find the energy to get back up. Before he can make it Jasper settles in beside him, pressed shoulder to shoulder. The warmth and solidity of someone beside him makes his heart ache, because he shouldn’t want it. Shouldn’t want this man, in this place… but he does, because it’s all he has.
“I’ll figure it out,” he says, to himself more than anything. “I’ll count my steps, or, or get a cane or… I can do this.”
“I’ll help you,” Jasper says quietly.
“I don’t want your help,” he snaps and buries his hands in his hair at the way Jasper flinches so strongly that he feels the recoil.
“We don’t have a choice,” Jasper whispers, voice a cutting, harsh thing. “Does this seem like we have a choice to you? The quicker you let me help, the quicker you settle and—”
“And what? Give in?”
“Pick your battles,” Jasper responds. “Learn where to fight and how. She isn’t messing around, this is extreme, even for her. Please, we just have to get through it and get it over with.”
Alex sighs, finds himself nodding. He doesn’t have the energy to argue, and anything that gets the damn stitches out of his fucking face quicker has to be a good thing. “I don’t mean to yell at you,” he mumbles, in way of an apology.
“I would understand if you wanted to.”
“I have all this anger, but I want to yell at her.”
“Don’t.” Alex can imagine the horror on Jasper’s face as he contemplates how badly it would go if he did. “I don’t want to see you hurt, not more than you have to be,” Jasper adds a few moments later.
“Yeah.”
Alex isn’t sure that’s in either of their control. Jasper lays a hesitant hand on his arm and Alex lets his head drop back until he can rest it on the side of the tub. They sit in silence for a long time, until Alex begins to sway, exhaustion catching up to him. He doesn’t fight as Jasper pulls him up, or as he’s guided to bed, and he only scowls a little as Adria makes a comment about how good he is to let Jasper touch him so much.
#aftermath of whump#aftermath of torture#blindfolds#noncon body modification#captive whumpees#Weight of Earth series#Alex and Jasper#angst#arguements#defiant whumpee#forced helplessness#blood tw#whump writing#OC whump#whump series
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#shut up about the side profile im WORKING on it#mlpnatural#spn#mlp#supernatural#sketch#dw#sketch artist#supernatural characters as ponies#supernatural mlp#dean winchester#pony dean winchester#castiel#pony castiel#arguements#about what? i dont have to tell you#yeah its after season 14 ending#but they pony#jack will be fine probably#might ink these l8r idk lmao#jack kline mention
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I'm not googling this just to prove you wrong, Im googling this because you mentioned a topic I'm very interested in
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Resolving Arguments Via Dialogue
The key to effective dialogue lies in active listening. This involves not just hearing the words, but truly understanding the emotions, experiences, and values behind them. It requires suspending judgment,.. Accepting we all can be “Becoming Today”.
Arguments are a natural part of life.
They can and do occur between friends, family members, co-workers, and even strangers.
While arguments can be frustrating and even harmful, they can also become an opportunity for growth and learning. The key is to resolve arguments through respectful discussion.
Perhaps we need to come to accept a renewed common understanding of what civil dialogue…
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#answers#Arguements#becoming#becoming today#change#Civil Discourse#compassion#growth#love#POlite Conversation#Resolving#self care#spirituality
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Emotion Dump so hopefully I can write this paper for college
Please forgive me if this paper is too emotional. Disagreements in my life were always emotional and meant far too much. In my family you could cause a family feud very easily, all you had to do was disagree with the person that thought that agreeing with them meant you valued and loved them. Unfortunately one of my parents was that person. As you can see disagreements often turned into emotional arguments. The only way to end an argument with a person determined to be right is to agree with them. At least verbally anyway. Which led to more resentment and more disagreements.
Hence I am horrible with disagreements. My heart races and I either feel betrayed that someone is questioning me. Other times my heart races and I wonder if this is the day I ruin my family’s good opinion of me. Sometimes my anger blinds me and I just want to hurt them because this part of my family can’t handle me not agreeing with them. So most of the time I don’t share my opinion and I either agree to sit it up or I deflect.
Here is one disagreement I can think of. I don’t remember what it was about, that doesn’t ever matter at the end of the day. At the end of the day, both of us wanted to be right because love came with being right. It might have not been conscious though but it was subconscious. So I kept continuing with my brother. I knew I was right and for once I was not going to be a doormat. Eventually, on that long car ride to the ski area, my Dad told me to give up because my brother wouldn’t back down, and I think he didn’t want to mediate between us and figure out why we were at each other's throats for once. So I remembered my place, peacemaker. So I quit. Bitterly and the anger would come out, again and again. I can’t let it go. I can’t argue properly. I argue with hate in my voice or I give in.
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'Desert hermit Ben Kenobi develops a reputation as a crazy wizard because he keeps talking to thin air.'
No. This is Tatooine, talking to yourself is hardly the weirdest thing they've seen. Ben Kenobi, however, keeps having full on fucking screaming rows with thin air and seemingly gets replies back, which is decidedly a step up.
(They've managed to piece together that a major point of contention is the acquisition and raising of a child? Clearly Ben is a wizard that had a bitter divorce with a desert spirit and is working through a custody dispute)
#i fully believe the first 3 years after qui gon manifests himself is screaming matches between the two its cathartic or something#tatooine residents watching ben have a seemingly coherent arguement with nothing#but sometimes they swear the wind moves the sand to form the shadow of a very tall man next to ben#tatooine residents very invested into the one-sided family drama theyre hearing about#obi wan kenobi#qui gon jinn#star wars
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mum: *Withy comeback*
me: How modest of you
us: *silence*
me: *Secretly on google* What does modest mean
#i swear I just use random words I don't know the meaning of#hope it works#and see if I win the arguement#arguements#fighting with my mum is like fighting a lawyer who doesn't know what their client is guilty for#wait...#IS MY MUM PHEONIX WRIGHT?!#(Objection!)#If that were correct then I'm calling bullshit on that!#you heard me#im calling bullshit#my mother isn't pheonix wright#and here's my phroof#*explodes*
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My class is now arguing over whether or not Makeups brushes are school supplies
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Towards the start of Eddie’s popularity on Tiktok, he gets stopped at the park by one those Tiktokers that stop people in public and ask them questions.
Eddie’s game to talk so they’re having a little conversation when a man runs by, slaps him on the ass, and says all breathy, “Looking good, Munson.” Then they’re gone.
The video blows up and people are offended on Eddie behalf that he was assaulted by this jogger. People even slow the footage down to try to see what the guy looked like but he was wearing sunglasses and a hoodie so there’s no good angle.
Eddie responds to it all with a video from his car like. “Guys, relax. It was my husband.”
He then pans the camera over to the passenger seat of the car to what is pretty much just an ass shot because Steve has his top half hanging out the car window so he can argue with Dustin and Mike. Eddie’s just like, “See. Same shorts.”
He has a hold of the waistband of said shorts because he does not trust Steve not to fall out the window. Though he does let go to pinch Steve on the ass. “And now we’re even.”
Steve sticks his hand back in the car and swats at Eddie’s hand, and then just holds it. Eddie turns the camera back to himself and ends the video with a pleased smile on his face.
#The bit of the arguement that you can hear is#Steve: Back me up Henderson! back me up! what happened to if I die you die?#Dustin: I’m not backing you up when you’re wrong!#They’re arguing about the ozone layer#Eddie thinks this whole experience is hilarious. he was only at the park because Steve wanted to run somewhere different#eddie munson tiktok saga#eddie munson#steve harrington
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Cozy Glow is such an interesting litmus test for die-hard bronies. I was checking r/mlp to prep a post and there’s a discussion post about how she deserved what she got and. How do I tell bronies that children should not be tried as adults. How do I tell bronies that psychopaths and sociopaths deserve human rights and treatment and support. How do I tell bronies that cruel and unusual punishments are bad. How do I tell bronies that the death penalty is wrong. How do I tell bronies that a ruling body should not have absolute say over putting someone to death, least of all a 6-year-old child.
These are all my recent google searches.
#delete later#personal#these are all arguments I saw of why cozy glow deserved it btw#“if she was human she’d be tried as an adult for her felonies idc if she’s a child’ ok but she shouldn’t#“clearly she’s a psychopath so it makes sense she’s evil’ do you even hear yourself#reminder that they redeemed the racist politician trying to keep schools racial segregated because he believed in pony superiority#and not the 6 year old child villain#I don’t even really care about cozy glow she’s not gonna be in the AU but people are so fucking weird about her#“some people are just born evil and can’t be changed’ < actual arguement in the thread. do you hear yourself
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