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akindplace · 4 months

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For the past few days I kept posting several pictures of my dog asleep in her most treasured possession, her pillow. I never actually told you why she loves it so much. Some years ago, my mom saw a dog being rescued in the street with all her puppies. Turns out some of the people involved with rescuing her worked with my mom, and they decided to make a whatsapp group to help pay for vet bills and to find a place for her and her puppies. They found their home, but it’s harder to find homes for adult dogs, and she was very scared, and untrusting of people from living in the street her whole life.

They called her Valentina, because the name was very popular, but also because the word valente means brave in Portuguese.

She was in bad shape, thin, and with a skin condition. It would be hard to find a permanent home for her.

For whatever reason, my mom told me she wanted to foster the dog for a few days, until we found permanent shelter for her. Just a few days, she kept telling me. So the day comes, we took her in, my mom took her out for a walk, and when she came back, I looked outside and there she was sitting with Valentina on her lap. I asked her for how long the dog was really staying with us, and she said “if possible, forever”. I still don’t know why she wasn’t honest from the beginning because she knows how much I love animals; there was never going to be a way either of us would ever not want to keep her, anyway.

She was terrified of people, and would hide out under the car on her first days here, and it was hard to get close to her for a long while. But one of our dogs started playing with her, and slowly she would hang around us more. My mom felt bad because she would sleep on only a mat, so she gave the dog an old pillow and Valentina took that pillow as her favorite thing. But she would still run away if we came close to pet her while she was on her little bed.

Months later, Valentina finally sat next to me while I was eating to ask for a piece of my food (pão de queijo, because she has good taste). And I was so happy, I cried a little. It took over a year until she trusted us fully.

She learned how to ask for food, for treats, for pets. But she has also learned that in the morning, she wants us to take her pillow from its place my mom’s room and put it in the living room. And at night, she wants us to put the pillow back in my mom’s room. And she knows that if she sits in the specific spot for her bed and stares at us in judgement, we will bring her the pillow. It’s been years now. She is absolutely close with my mom, it almost seems she understands that my mom was the one who decided to adopt her. She got healthier, fatter, happier.

It took years of building trust, and now she lets us pet her, and doesn’t run away in fear. I don’t know what happened to her while she was living in the street but it made her so scared. But what matters is she found safety and belonging here. And everywhere she goes in this house, her little bed has to come along.

And sometimes, my other dog likes to lie down on Valentina’s bed (she has one of her own) and Valentina just stares at us with profound disappointment.

Life is good. I’m glad we could make a difference in her life, because she changed ours too.

#my dogs #dog post #Valentina #and her little bed #original writing #wholesome #on love #on hope #on safety

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peachfridges · 1 year

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modern warfare character fluff headcanons.

cw: mentions of injury, mentions of smut but nothing bad.

characters: simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘soap’ mactavish, alejandro vargas.

notes: reader is a medic assigned to task force 141/los vaqueros (for alejandro’s). pre-existing relationship between reader and the characters. i would have included gaz and price but i don’t know enough about their characters without being unhappy with how i’ve written them :(

simon ‘ghost’ riley:

as we know, ghost is very reserved and can come across as quite blunt.

however, when it’s just you and him, he begins to let his guard down. not entirely, but he allows himself to show you some affection.

he’d injured himself whilst out on a mission, a deep gash on his side. whilst you clean his wound, he told you what had happened and allowed himself to tell you how he was feeling.

when you’d first met, ghost was too tetchy to even let you touch him, but slowly you broke down his barriers and let him know you were one of the few people he can trust.

when you’re out in a bar with him and the rest of the task force, he stays by your side constantly and scares off anyone who tries to hit on you with merely a glare.

you two share his quarters when you’re back on base: it’s the only place ghost deems private enough to kiss you.

it’s rare ghost will take his mask off around you, but in order to kiss you he’ll lift the mask up just enough so his lips can capture yours.

the first time ghost took his mask off in front of you, he had just gotten back from a mission he’d been close to dying in. he didn’t want to die without you knowing what he looked like.

due to your active jobs and the dedication you both have to them, its rare you will find a chance to have sex.

however, when you do, it’s passionate and rough - we all know what ghost would be like in bed.

soap walked in one time unannounced and caught you and ghost in the ask. he couldn’t look at ghost for a good week after it happened.

safe to say he always knocks before entering from now on.

john ‘soap’ mactavish:

only you and ghost are allowed to call him johnny, price is very upset about it.

soap is very sweet and giving in a relationship, ensuring you’re always okay despite the fact one of the reasons he may be visiting you in your clinic is because of an injury he’d received in a mission.

always has his hands on you.

also always kissing you. it can vary from the top of your head (if you’re shorter than him), your forehead, your hands, or your lips.

ghost has to tell him to cut the pda out. the poor man can’t stand it.

tries to make out his injuries aren’t as bad as they look because he doesn’t want to worry you.

soap came in to the clinic once, having had to be manhandled by alejandro and ghost, and tried to tell u that a large cut on his leg where he’d lost a lot of blood from was ‘only a scratch’.

very cocky. like, seriously cocky. very flirty too. constantly flirting with you, like it never stops. it makes ghost feel physically ill to witness.

loves to take you out on dates when you both get a chance.

always making you laugh, he loves the sound of it and loves seeing you happy and smiling.

also lives for everytime you and him have sex, which is often.

he absolutely worships you in bed and makes sure you feel as much pleasure as he can give you.

king of aftercare. i said what i said.

alejandro vargas:

i feel like alejandro would be very caring, like soap, but also very firey.

you both constantly play-argue. it drives price mad - he can never tell if it’s real or fake and in the end just gives up caring.

not as touchy as soap, but loves to kiss you to show everyone who you belong to.

he doesn’t care where you are or who’s there, his lips will be on yours if he wants to show you his love.

roldofo swears he can see his brain from the amount of times and how hard he’s rolled his eyes around you both.

puts your safety above his own and you hate him for it.

obviously he knows you can look after yourself but losing you is one of his greatest fears. there are nights he can’t sleep because he’s worried you’ll be taken from him, but you know how to soothe his anxiety.

when los vaqueros joins forces with task force 141, he makes sure soap (the resident flirt) is well aware that you are his. he’s very possessive.

usually has his arm around your waist, being able to feel you comforts him to no end.

sex with him is heavenly.

he knows how to please and he’s arrogant with it too.

is not above making you beg for him.

#call of duty #modern warfare 2 #mw2 #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #alejandro vargas #alejandro x reader

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obsessedwrhys · 21 days

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Aesthete

(adj.) Someone with a deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ where Abby let's you draw a portrait of her

c/w: fluff, reader is female because I refuse to believe she's straight 😡, abby being insecure (?), gun talk, some cursing, just two lesbos bickering like a married couple, kissing, did not proof read this!!

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Inside your shared room, you somehow found yourself painting on another canvas after just telling yourself you'd be done with your last one. Since you were a kid, you've always been drawn towards anything that had to do with brushes and colours. It was better spending your time painting rather than talking to people, they were always rude or just straight off insensitive. All except for someone...

Abby...

She always adored your skills. Everytime you were assigned to go on patrols together, she would just peek her head from behind your shoulder to see what you were doodling in your journal. Out of everyone you knew, she was the one constantly bragging about your drawings to her friends. And you guys aren't even dating!!

Yet... which you always liked to tell yourself.

With your brush applying another soft stroke on the canvas, you started to grow bored of it, another idea already crawling up from the back of your mind. Maybe you could try doing a portrait, you have the experience but you just don't have the subject. Almost out of instinct, you knew who to find. Pretty much the only person you'd figure would be fine with this.

Abandoning your brush and pallette on the round chair, you decided to leave and try to find Abby. It wasn't hard to find her since she would spend almost all of her time in the gym. Swinging open the glass door, you headed in and walked past several other WLFs who were also training, your eyes glued to one person.

There she was, doing bench presses as usual.

You decided to stop a few feet away from where she was, almost like you were in a trance from watching her biceps flex each time she lifted the heavy weight. Not wanting to be seen as a creep, which you already have, you walked closer to make your presence known. "Hey Abby" You said with a smile. Your voice startling her a bit.

"Oh, hey" She said before setting the weight back to its rightful place. She sits up on the bench as she looks at you with a friendly smile. "You need anything?" She said, always kind and polite towards you that it somehow made you feel all giddy inside.

"I was wondering if you'd liked to be the subject of a portrait I'm doing" You said and your words struck her a bit. She looked like she just received news of something big. "Uhh... if you're worried about the portrait turning out ugly, I promise I'll be extra focused on the details" You said, figuring if that was the reason behind her reaction.

"Huh? Ah no, I wasn't worried about that. I'm just surprised you'd pick me" She chuckles awkwardly as she stands up, her height scaring you a bit. "Did you expect me to pick someone else?" You asked, the two of you walking side by side.

"Well... maybe I figured you'd choose someone more... elegant" She said, holding the door open for you to go first. "Elegant?" You scoff out of amusement.

"Didn't you show me one of your books? Where all of the people drawn were wearing those tight dresses and having their hair up so high" Abby said, recalling the memory.

"Pssh, that's different, trust me, I know what I'm doing" You opened the door to your room, inviting her inside.

"Whatever you say" She responded with a playful smile. Once you closed the door, her eyes were already examining around the room that's messy from all of your art stuff.

"Seems like you didn't take my advice" She said, looking at the stack of books you had thrown along with the pile of discontinued drawings.

"I'll do that later" You said dismissively since you realised everytime you cleaned your supplies, you were always gonna use it and make a mess anyways, best to save it for a day where you have the energy to clean.

"Soo uhh... what do I...?" Abby walks over to where you're busy setting a brand new canvas.

"You can just sit at the sofa so you can be right in front of me" You said, putting everything in place and she just does what you instructed. She finds herself seated in front of you and it somehow made her shy. Does she pose or...? This is all new to her.

"You can move your body around a bit, just try not to move your head a lot, so uh... relax" You said, already picking up your brush. "Got it" She said as she leans back onto the cushion.

With your focus on the portrait, you failed to notice the way she was watching you, her gaze was full of warmth and admiration. She was eyeing your every move as if she was watching a film.

"I never got to ask, how did you learn to paint?" Abby said and it made you stop in your act to think it over. "Can't remember exactly when, I just knew it was fun to do so I kept doing it" You simply responded and she smiles softly at your answer. "Fun huh? Is that why you're doing a portrait of me?" She said and her playful tone made you almost freeze in place.

"I guess you could say that" You said, your hand carefully doing the shades of her face. The room remained quiet for a moment, just faint sounds of your brush mixing together different colours on your pallete. "Can you lift your head up a bit?" You asked and she does just that. "Perfect" You said and quickly press your brush back on the canvas.

Your eagerness had her struggle to contain a smile. "If only you were this passionate about your gun training" She said since this was a topic that you could care less about.

"I don’t really like guns, it's too violent for me"

"True... but its also the reason why you're still alive. C'mon, at least fix your aim" She said which had you turn to look at her.

"Whats wrong with my aim?"

"Errr..." She trails off, struggling to find the right words but you were well aware of what she was trying to say. "Just try not to have your bullets flying everywhere" She said, her response having you raise an eyebrow at her.

"... don't make me draw a hairy moustache on you" You threatened which had her laugh.

"Am I supposed to find that scary?" She asked to which you pointed the end of your paintbrush at her to warn her to be careful of her next words. This action just encouraging her even more but for her sake of not wanting a horrendous looking moustache on her portrait, she'll stop.

After a while, she let's out a soft sigh. "Getting tired?" You asked, your face hidden by the canvas so she couldn't see you.

"A bit" She admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. Your head peaks from the side of canvas, trying to mimic the sweat that was still present on her forehead due to her earlier workout.

Without even realising, you were basically staring at her face a little too hard. It was funnier from Abby's perspective cause all she could see was your pair of eyes staring at her so intensely. "Am I too far away? You're looking pretty hard" She joked, pointing out how your brows were slightly narrowed.

You ended up shushing her which she found amusing. "I'm thinking, don't disrupt my thoughts" You said.

"Yes ma'am"

After a couple of minutes, you managed to finish the portrait, just a few details here and there then you were finally satisfied with yourself. "You can get up now" You said as you carefully added some tiny dots or lines. Abby pushed herself off the sofa and stood beside you.

"Damn" She said, blown away by the portrait you had done of her. It was like a reflection in a mirror. "What are you gonna do with it?" Abby asked as you stepped back to finally admire your work. "I don't know... maybe I'll hang it up somewhere in my room" You said. This caught her interest almost immediately. "You want a portrait of me in your room?" She asked, seeming embarrassed.

"Well do you want it in your room?" You asked which made her go silent.

"It's fine, I really don't mind, you'd be surprised by how many scary things I've painted and displayed on my walls" You said, carefully picking up the canvas and moving it to the other side of the room. Abby simply follows you with her arms folded.

"Comparing my face to scary things doesn't make it sound any better" She said and you could sense a tiny hint of frustration in her tone which had you chuckle to yourself. "Stop being a baby and help me hang this up" You said after finding a open spot on the wall to put it.

"You.are.unbelievable" She shakes her head slightly with a defeated smile as she takes the canvas from your hand before standing on the chair to hang it on to the nail.

Once she was done, she stepped down from the chair to stand beside you. The two of you now staring at the portrait.

"I have to admit, you're really gifted" Abby said and it made you turn your head to look at her. "Thanks" You smiled at her compliment. The second she turns to look at you, you felt yourself melt at her stare as if her blue eyes were hypnotising you. You swore for a second you could see hearts popping up around her.

Why is she looking at you like that?

Like you're the single most beautiful thing she has ever seen

"If you uh don't mind... could I stay for a while?" She asked, her voice so soft it was intoxicating.

"Sure" You blurted out without even thinking twice.

Noticing how flustered you looked, Abby tilts her head with a grin. "You okay?" She asked but her tone was anything but concern, it was like she was teasing you, knowing the effect she had on you.

"Yeahh, I'm good" You turned around and began walking back to your supplies, feeling as though you needed to escape her presence quickly to be able to think straight.

"Are you sure? Cause you looked like you wanted to kiss me just now" She said and it stopped you from reaching out to your brushes. Your mind was short circuiting.

Fuck this woman...

"And what if I said I wanted to?" You managed to say since it was easier that you weren't looking at her.

Suddenly you could hear her footsteps approaching you from behind, almost like each step she took added a weight in your chest. The tension on you shoulders relaxed the moment you felt her hands placed on them, gently, she turned you around to have you face her.

"Then kiss me" She said, no, pleaded. Her face showing how much she also wanted this.

You leaned in closer to her, the two of you haven't even kissed yet but just from the feeling of your chests pressed together made you both breathless. Eventually you pressed your lips on hers, taking it slow as you wanted to savour this moment, but it didn't last long as the desperation started to grew.

Within seconds, you were kissing Abby hard and she did the same, her hand wrapped around the back of your neck while the other is placed on your hip. The kiss was messy. Your hands grabbing at whatever you could on her body as you were completely lost in the taste of her.

Your touch was driving her crazy as well, thinking back to the countless nights of how she much she wanted this. To have you this close, to have you melt just from her lips. Out of breath and feeling tired, you pulled away but Abby didn't let you and quickly pulled you back in for another kiss. Her action causing you to yelp and for a sec she felt her stomach flip. She chuckles.

"So pretty" She muttered before pressing her lips back on yours again and again, not wanting the moment to end.

"Abby..." You laid your hands on her arms and she pulled back to admire you. The mess she had made of you.

"Yes...?" She said, gently caressing your face.

"You keep kissing me and I'm gonna pass out" You said and your words had her chuckle softly.

"Sorry, can't help it when your lips are so sweet" She said, her thumb rubbing on your cheek affectionately.

"Did you think this would happen when you asked me to come over?" She asks.

"Ummm... maybe?" You said. You had a feeling something might happen but you never thought it'd turn out like this.

"I've just liked you for a very long time but I wasn't sure you felt the same" You confessed and her smile grew wider.

"Seriously? What, was me bragging about you to everyone not obvious enough? Should I have been starting a fan club for you so you'd find out better?" She teased and you smacked her on the shoulder playfully.

"Maybe you should, then I'd know that you actually liked me" She sighs, pretending to act like she's regretting this missed opportunity.

"You're right. Maybe if I did start a massive fan club dedicated to you, we would of had this kiss sooner" She said, leaning in closer to have her forehead rested on yours.

"Well we're here now aren't we?" You looked up at her, a smirk on your face.

"True" She then started to move and you couldn't help but let your eyes flutter close, waiting for her to kiss you again but somehow the feeling of her lips on yours never came.

You opened your eyes and found her actually moving her lips inches away from your ears instead. "How about we clean your room now, hm?" She said which had you in disbelief. She was now reminding you of how dirty your room is after just kissing you.

"If tidying up my things is so much fun then sure" You moved away from her but she was quick to follow you.

"If I get to spend more time with you, I don't see anything boring about it" Abby said, already on to arrange your stack of unorganised books. You watch her with a look of gratitude, knowing this mess is gonna take a very long time to clean.

"Thanks Abs"

"You can thank me with a kiss after we're done" She shoot you a cheeky smile which had you roll your eyes with the corner of your lips curving upwards.

"Fine" You stood beside her to help with putting your books in order. Seeing how focused you were, Abby couldn't help but have her hip nudging yours on purpose to get your attention. You chuckle, knowing this cleaning session is gonna take a while.

(Now I'm gonna do super duper angst Ellie, this plot has been stuck on my mind 😄)

#CHAT IS THIS REAL #BEEN CRUSHING ON THIS IDEA FOR SO LONG #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby tlou2 #tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us 2 #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x y/n #fluff #x reader #abby anderson tlou2

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sheluvv-gambino · 9 months

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First of all girl your stories me having me jumping off my bed and doin a little dance Fr anyways can you write Hobie x fem reader and she wants to get a nose piercing but it scared even though she has other piercings it just scares her that it’s in the front of her face

thanks and feel free to ignore 😘

"It's just you and me, lovey."

A/N : I have a nose piercing myself and i WISH Hobie was with me when I got it. Also feel free to send any requests for Hobie I actually enjoy writing him, Its nice to take a break from writing the same character even though I litch adore both Miles.

Parings : Hobie Brown x black fem!reader

Summary : Hobie would be with you through every situation and yes, that even meant him piercing your nose.

Warnings : Needles.

"Y'know I just don't understand how hard it could be to cook one simple meal." Hobie grumbled watching the people on the tv fail to make a creme brulee.

You laughed at your boyfriends judgement of someones attempt at the dessert. You hooked your leg over Hobie's legs as you snuggled into his chest further.

You and Hobie were cuddled up on the couch as you watched the show that somehow enraged your boyfriend yet calmed him day after a day of patrolling around as spiderman.

As you were watching you noticed one of the contestants had a nose piercing. You'd always wanted one, esspecially since you shimmered with multiple piercings on your body. Hobie's personal favourites were the ones on your nipples and your back dermals. He made you very aware that those were his favourites!

You shifted your head to look up at Hobie,"Hey babe?."

"Y'alright darlin'?" Hobie looked down to meet your eyes.

"Yeah I was just thinking," You paused taking in a breath. "I think I want to get my nose pierced but I'm scared. I mean I've got loads of piercings, I just don't get why i'm being a little bitch about this!"

"Oil! Don't call my girlfiend a 'little bitch', alright? It's okay to stress over a piercing, I was scared when I got my nose pierced. I mean the way I was panicking was mad. You've got this, I know you do. I'll even do it myself." Hobie huffed after his small rant. He refused to let you talk bad about yourself in any situation.

"Okay. Do you mind if we do it now whilst I still have this adrenaline in me!?" You timidly asked with a small grin that graced your lips.

"Course we can, lov'." Your boyfriend gave you a kiss on your forehead then darted down to your lips where you gave him enough of a firm peck to feel his lip piercing on your bottom lip.

Hobie got up from the couch and briskly walked down to the left hallway.

Shortly, he returned with the kit he uses to pierce himself and sets it down on the counter.

He wouldn't trust anyone else to pierce your nose.

He walked over to you and grabbed you off the couch and effortlesly carried you over to counter where he gently places you down.

He spreads your legs and plants himself inbetween them.

"Ready to do this?"

"Wait, I don't know yet." You breathing increases and you feel Hobie's hand interlocked with yours.

"It's okay, we can slow down if you want to okay," Hobie reassures you. "It's just you and me, lovey."

Your breathing slows down back to a normal rate and you gesture for Hobie to continue with the piercing.

Hobie sanatizes his hands and pulls the fresh new needle out of the package.

"Ready?"

You nod with your mouth shut so you can focus on your breathing.

"1."

"2-"

Hobie didn't even wait for '3' let alone consider it. He knew if he just suprised you then letting you hear the countdown fully, you'd be calmer.

He pushed the needle in quickly then got your new nose piercing hooked in without even a sweat.

"Did you push the needle through yet?" You questioned with a squeek in your voice.

Hobie just chuckled.

"Open your eyes f'me, darlin'." Hobie pushed a small mirror with a handle into your hand.

You opened your eyes after having them squeezed shut for a split second. Your eye caught the jewelry that adorned your nose.

"Hobie!!" You squeeled putting the mirror down and jumping into Hobie's arms, forcing him to put his hands under your ass as you legs squeezed his waist.

"Yeah yeah , I gotta do what I have to to make my girl happy." Hobie shrugged of with his iconic smirk placed on his lips.

Little did you know when Hobie was giving you a pep talk, he lied to you.

Hobie wasn't even the least bit scared when he pierced his nose.

The man didnt even flinch, but if he had to make you think he was a pussy in that situation just so you wouldn't put yourself down for being a bit scared... he would do it any day.

#across the spiderverse #spiderverse #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie my beloved #hobart brown #hobie x reader fluff #hobie brown x y/n #spiderpunk #hobie brown x female reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk

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chasedbyatlantic · 2 months

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sunshine, joel miller

masterlist summary: IN WHICH — after getting lost on your little getaway, out by yourself, help is on the way once your situationship - joel miller - gets wind of it.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, jackson era!joel, f!reader, angst into fluff!, (almost)smut at the end - hints to it, joel being caring for you, mentions of guns, swearing, joel being husband material as usual. lmk if i missed anything!

wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: i got HEAVILY inspired from the lyrics behind sunshine (steve lacy/fousheé) for this, its also my first go at a little angsty vibe so i hope u love it as much as i do. remember to like, comment, reblog and follow for more! send in requests. xoxo

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It had been weeks since you last saw him. You felt bad, you really did- you just couldn't bring yourself to love him and then lose him like you did with everyone else. This world was so cruel to you, you didn't want it to be any crueler. Not anymore. You had been through so much in the last few years, that you were now holding on with a thread, and the thread was thinning out even more. You didn’t tell him that you didn’t want to be with him, no, you told him that you just needed time to- think it through. He seemed more than happy with the decision when it happened, it just (sort of) backfired after.

You found out it had gotten bad after you talked with Ellie last. Over the period of time you two were together, you grew closer to her - she trusted you, and you trusted her. Ellie had told you that Joel was always locked in his room, other than when he had work. He would skip meals every so often, but it was something that didn’t bug her (it bugged you, though). After she had told you all of this, she made you swear under the non-existent god (her words, not yours) that you would never tell Joel. You promised, of course, but this made you nothing short but scared, scared for him.

You and Joel worked together, that was how you met in the first place. You were both on the more-experienced end of the patrollers unit throughout Jackson, and often went outside of the walls together. That had changed, though. A few days after you had loosened (not ended) the ties with Joel, you had been assigned to a new sub-unit by Tommy Miller (Joel’s younger brother), one that wouldn’t intertwine with Joel’s at all. You weren’t sure if he had said something (you really hoped he hadn’t, you couldn’t deal with any pre-apocalyptic drama anymore), or if it was just the world doing you guys a solid.

You were close with Tommy’s wife, Maria, so you had somehow convinced her to let you take a small trip outside the walls by yourself, to scavenge for supplies and what not. You told her you knew the outside area like the back of your hand, and you weren’t all wrong. It was just- well, you didn’t know it off the top of your head, you knew it through a map (that was something you’d never tell Maria, though). She made you promise her that you would radio her if anything went down while you were out, anything ranging from getting lost to coming across unfamiliar people. That’s where you found yourself right now.

You left the walls two days ago, and now you were lost. You had lost your map after having to kill a clicker late the night before, and couldn’t find it no matter how hard you looked. Though, you only looked for about an hour- you had to get out of the area quickly, because if there was one clicker, there was bound to be others. You now found yourself in the living room of a house you had cleared out earlier in the day, praying to whoever was above that someone would answer the radio call.

“This is- it’s me, Maria,” Your hand was holding down the side button, as a sigh was heard across this station, “I’m lost, I should’ve listened, my coordinates are-” You had listed off the rough points, admitting defeat. Maybe this was the universe’s way of telling you that you needed to move on and start off fresh. Hell, you thought to yourself, this was a damn good way of Mother Nature telling you to leave those people behind, if that was her goal. You waited a moment before flipping through the channels, having absolutely nothing else to do but this. It was still radio silence throughout all of the twenty-some odd channels. You decided to give yourself an ultimatum, if no signs were shown by the morning, you’d move on for the better.

You had fallen asleep not long after you gave yourself the ultimatum. You only realized that after your brain woke itself up god knows how long after. Your body was nowhere near waking up, this had to have been the best sleep you had gotten in weeks, after everything that happened with Joel. You weren’t a cliche person, no way. But, you knew you hurt Joel, even if he refused to show it ever. You felt like shit for doing it, you really did, but maybe he would’ve figured out that it was for the better (sooner or later, at least).

Speaking of figuring it out, you had figured that you better get up. It was probably around nine or so in the morning, and you had already slept in far too late. You shifted around on the floor, where your makeshift (not really) bed was, before you heard breathing. Not your breathing, no, but something- someone else. If you weren’t fully awake before, you sure as hell were now. You didn’t open your eyes, but you shifted once more, you had a pistol in your back pocket that you had to get out. As you tried your very best to shift as normal as one could in their sleep, you finally reached the pistol. You hand wrapped around the body, and finger hovering the trigger, before shooting up and ripping the pistol out of your pocket. Your eyes were translucent-like right now, which meant you weren’t able to see properly who was in front of you. It was only by the tone of the voice that gave the person away, “Now cowgirl, what’d I teach ya’ ‘bout pointin’ guns at people ya’ know?”

It was him, it was Joel Miller. With the gun still pointed at him, a million thoughts started to race through your head. Why was he here? How did he find out? How did he get here so fucking quick? Though, your thoughts were cut short when your pistol was ripped out of your right hand- and you just let it be. You rubbed your eyes, finally able to lay your eyes across the man in front of you. He looked like he had lost a bit of weight in his face, but his hair was still curly and untamed, his muscles still threatened to strip the seams out of his shirt, his eyes were still- no, you thought to yourself, you couldn’t and shouldn’t be thinking like this.

“You shouldn’t be here, Joel. Not after what happened.” You immediately shot up, not letting your eyes linger for a second longer. He was sat, leaning against the door frame into the kitchen. His rifle was resting against his knees, the safety on since he knew you wouldn’t do anything. “What? Just ‘cause we- doesn’t matter.” He muttered, “Ya’ called, and I came’n checked on my colleague.” A colleague? It shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, when he said that. You had to ignore it and keep your guard high, it wasn’t like you if you didn’t.

“How the fuck did ya’ get the radio station? It was only for Maria.” You had gotten up, honestly just wanting to leave. Even after feeling like the shittiest person on earth for distancing yourself from Joel, you would’ve preferred anyone else to answer the call for help. As you made your way to the entrance of the kitchen, just beside to where Joel was sitting, he put his rifle up and covered your path. “Made ya’ somethin’ to eat, missy. Ya’ still eat y’ur eggs over easy?” This set you off, almost. Why was he being so nice to you, after everything you did to him?

You pushed your way through his rifle and into the kitchen, the smell of freshly cooked eggs, something you hadn’t smelled in god knows how long, came passing through your nose. Joel always treated you right, you didn’t deny that. You had heard the man in the other room getting up, so you quickly ripped off a piece of the over easy egg and shoved it in your mouth. He would’ve obviously seen you had taken a bite, but you wanted to hold onto the little bit of pride you had left. “Listen,” Joel had began as you turned to face him, he was leaning against the frame, “I’ain here to rehash anythin’, just wanted to make sure everythin’ was alright.”

It wasn’t before, but why did it feel like it was now? You shouldn’t have been feeling like that, you thought to yourself. You should be running away and pushing him farther away from you than before. “It is, you can- leave now.” You had hesitated, and your eyes fell from Joel’s. You couldn’t even look him in the face when you said it, you knew it was wrong. All you wanted to do was hug him and kiss him again, but the fear of attachment you had was lingering heavy right now. Joel noticed this, crossing his arms. He knew that you were bull-shitting him, and that everything wasn’t fine. He had been with you long enough to know when you were lying, and when you weren’t your usual self. “‘M sorry- ya’ know that, Sunshine.” He told you, one of the few times you had ever heard an apology escape the man’s lips. This had roped you into meeting his gaze again, your heart almost dropping.

Joel went to say something else, but you immediately cut him off. “Don’t you apologize. I was the one to- to push ya’ back.” You began, “It shouldn’t have happened and’m sorry for it- Jesus Christ Joel, you know I still love ya’.” There was different tones said to this, angry ones, sad ones, embarrassed ones. You knew, and Joel knew, that whatever you had done was to try and protect him, but no matter how much you pushed him back, you guys were meant to be no farther than three feet away from each other.

“There’s the girl I know, not some pistol whippin’ chick.” He had a rough smile playing against his face, he couldn’t help it. Joel, despite not showing it, had butterflies that were running through his stomach like crazy right now. You made him feel like that whenever you wear near him, and he hadn’t experienced that for twenty years. He unfolded his arms and rose one, signalling you in for a hug. You couldn’t help it, you immediately stepped forward and embraced the man that you had missed so dearly. Though the fear of attachment was still alive and well, you felt as if you could outrun it right now.

It felt like it was your first hug in years (in weeks, actually), and it felt so rewarding. Joel was praying (even though he wasn’t a religious man at all) that you would come around, and that you would love him again- like he loved you. Your head fit into the crook of his neck just like a puzzle piece, and he was happier than ever. “‘M sorry.” You repeated yourself once again, wanting to say so much more but just couldn’t find the words to. His hand fell to the bottom of your neck, “I know,” He began, “Now, go eat y’ur meal before I eat it for ya’.”

You had a small smile rise to your face as your arms dropped from Joel’s embrace. You had reached over and gotten the egg, ripping a piece off the edge of it. You turned back and turned your glances up (Joel had practically towered over you) to meet his eyes, bringing the piece of egg to his lips. As Joel took notice of what you were doing, he parted his lips in order to assist you. As your finger slipped into Joel’s mouth, he started to suck around your finger. It felt good, almost too good, in your opinion. He let out a small, raspy moan against the piece of you that was in his mouth.

He had let go after a moment, letting your hand fall back to the side of you. “Missed everythin’ ‘bout ya’.” He had started, tucking a piece of your hair behind your right ear. “‘Specially the late nights.” You knew what he was talking about, sex. Even though the world had gone to complete shit, people were still going to be people. “Before anythin’,” You had started, “Do ya’ wanna, I’dunno, get back at it?” You were bad with words, Joel knew that. But he also knew that you were hinting at continuing your relationship together. He didn’t want anything else, honestly. He missed waking up to you, going to bed with you, and everything in between. Joel wasn’t an emotional guy by any stretch of the way, but he tried to be more considerate when it came to the people he loved.

Joel had answered your question by leaning forward and placing his lips on top of yours. He was soft at the start, unsure on how you would take it. He was also hoping that this would give you an answer, instead of a verbal ‘I need you now’ one - thankfully, it did. It gave you a clear-as-fucking-day answer. You had parted your lips, allowing Joel to take control over the both of you while you two were catching up on the missed kisses from the last while. This is when he had started let his rough edges show, he slipped his tongue in and started to love on you more aggressively. He was still hesitant on how you were going to take it, but you reacted very positively (to his pleasure).

Joel became handsy first, his hands travelling from over your hips to under your shirt and unclipping your bra. He knew that you wanted it as much as he did right now, he could tell by the muffled moans that were escaping your lips against his. You were soon to follow suit, your hands moving from Joel’s chest, to his more southern regions. A grunt had escaped his lips when you began to undo his belt, and he removed your bra from under your shirt. This was the only person you had ever wanted to do anything like this with, Joel knew that. He felt the same way with you, he knew that you were delicate with him and his subconscious.

Now that things were finally figured out between the two of you, you could go back to loving Joel. You would deal with your fears at a later date, not now, not anytime soon. You had to focus on what you loved most, and it was the man right in front of you. Joel was glad you had come around, he didn’t know what he would’ve done if you didn’t. In this hell-bound world, you were one of the few things that really mattered to him. Everyone goes through their hardships, it just makes the shared relationship stronger. You had finally figured that out as Joel was making love to you. Fears can come and go whenever they want, but people you love will stick with you- even through the fucking apocalypse.

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sunshine, steve lacy/fousheé

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akutasoda · 6 months

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Hello! Its the person who requested the avpd hcs a good while ago, i was wonder if you could follow up with Tecchou, Nikolai, Poe, and Mushitarou? (Maybe fyodor if mushi is too hard to write for in this scenario)

Thank you so much!

please talk to me p2

synopsis - you are everything to your lover, but you just couldn't see why

includes - nikolai, poe, mushitaro, tecchou

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, feelings of insecurity, social anxiety, wc - 1.2k

a/n: hello again!

nikolai gogol ★↷

you had most likely met nikolai as being a fellow member of the doa. you never intended this to be your affiliation but when approached to join you felt compelled to in fear of letting them down, even if they may be one of the worst groups you could've joined.

you two were stark contrasts. he was very open and outgoing while you were closed off and very socially anxious. however they do say opposites attract so that must be why nikolai tried so hard to befriend you after taking intrest. but you never ket people in that easily. it also didn't help you held no trust toward any colleague.

after you befriended him you would've still been asked out by him as you were too scared to ruin what you had managed to obtain so far by confessing and potentially getting rejected, especially after how much you had to try and trust him. he did find your shyness quite endearing up until it affected you day to day.

definitely make sure to compliment you more often, although somehe gets carried away and bombards you whichh makes it worse. he acknowledges this and tries his hardest not to. but he thought it was ridiculous you couldn't see why he loved you so much!

so through the whole time he would try and fail to subtly build up your self-esteem. his attraction to you was because of who you were and seeing you constantly doubt yourself and be so self isolated made his heart break. how could you think so lowly of yourself? you were amazing!

edgar allan poe ★↷

similarly, you most likely were offered a place in the guild and being too afraid to disappoint or anger them you agreed. thus meeting poe. the guild was quite a larger group than you expected but you felt too bad to turn around and leave now, especially because you didn't want them to criticise you for backing out.

however you unusually felt naturally attracted to him and despite your obvious adversion to becoming close with people. perhaps it was because he was naturally as quiet as you so you never felt as if he would test your social anxiety. but sometimes you felt you only annoyed him by naturally gravitating him.

when he picked up on this he did quickly stomp out that idea and said he did enjoy your silent company. this still brought little calmness in your thoughts but you both knew that couldn't be helped. eventually, maybe painfully slowly, you two wpuld come to terms with feelings no matter how awkward both of you were.

he still would have to make the first move however. mainly because you had feared constantly that one of the first friendships you had would turn to nothing if you tried to advance it. and you were still very unsure whether he didn't want to see you or not.

due to both of you being rather awkward in such situations, you both would try your hardest to make it work and help eachother. but it would be very slow but full of affirmation and nothing but positive compliments and comments.

would take it slow with you, for yours and his. but wouldn't stand you constantly feeling bad about yourself, you were the greatest thing in the world to him and he wanted you to see why.

mushitaro oguri ★↷

meeting mushitaro was most likely through yokomizo. yokomizo always would push you to try and atleast overcome some social anxiety and offered you to meet his friend as a starting point, too afraid to disappoint yokomizo since he tried so hard for you, you met mushitaro very reluctantly.

you always tried to avoid being criticized and or disappoint those around you, so naturally mushitaro's attitude was definitely a put you off at first. you cared very much about first impressions and you didn't like that he always seemed so judgemental, making you assume the worst.

now mushitaro would be lying if he said he loved your anxious, shy state. he did find it slightly annoying but you were friends with yokomizo and he could tell he definitely dragged you into this. garnering a bit of sympathy but then he realised how difficult it could be for you in things he could do with ease.

would probably take a very long time for you to actually start a relationship let alone a friendship with him and he most likely had to be the one to ask you out. you had feared constantly that one of the first friendships you had would turn to nothing if you tried to advance it. especially because it took you so long to understand him.

but through the whole time he would try and subtly build up your self-esteem, afterall he did have very high self esteem. he obviously was attracted to you because of who you truly were and seeing you constantly doubt yourself and be so self isolated made him break.

but he knew if he pressed to much it would make it worse so that's why he would do it subtly although sometimes he couldn't help it. hoping to eventually bring you out of your little habits, even if he was a little forward at times.

tecchou suehiro ★↷

similarly to jouno, you probably met tecchou as a hunting dog. you constantly needed to do your best as to avoid disappointment in others, soon leading you to becoming of such a high position. he would notice your lack of interaction with fellow hunting dogs, only talking when absolutely necessary, but never commenting on it.

however he did feel naturally attracted to you and despite your obvious adversion to becoming close with people, but in honesty he was somewhat the same. sure he may of been a bit more social than you but he never got thag close to people and rather kept most at just being acquaintances.

he would've made the first move due to you would've been too scared to ruin what you had managed to obtain so far by confessing and potentially getting rejected. he did find your shyness quite endearing up but heavily disliked how it stopped you from doing things as he wanted to show you how special you truly were.

he would definitely make sure to compliment you often and if he noticed you feeling particularly bad ine day would make sure you stopped thinking and would try and take your mind of whatever was troubling you. although he kind of becomes hopeless to help you as he isn't that emotionally intelligent.

you both chose to take it slow with because as said before his lack of emotional intelligence sometime would do little to soothe your worries. so you both would need to find time to find your footings. but wouldn't stand you constantly feeling bad about yourself, that would always be a no go.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd nikolai #nikolai x reader #bsd poe #bsd edgar allan poe #poe x reader #bsd mushitaro #mushitaro x reader #bsd tecchou #tecchou x reader

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How can you not understand Bode..?

I had a thought. So I wrote a rant.

If you have kids, you probably understand already. But I can imagine most of the fanbase that actually played the game is pretty young. So I figured I can translate the situation for you:

...

Imagine you have this very special dog/cat. It's special, because you love it very much, but it's also well trained, obediend, deeply loyal, smart, cute,... just perfect. You would do anything for it.

But you are being hunted. You live on the run, moving from place to place, never settling down anywhere. You don't have a place you could call 'home'. You barely even interact with people, because you don't know who to trust. You don't go on long walks or to parks.

You sit inside an unfamiliar room with the curtains drawn and speak in hushed voices.

Your pet loves you and it tries hard to understand why you have to do this. But it's tired, depressed and this lifestyle is starting to take a toll on its health. You can see the pleading in its eyes every time you get up to move to yet another place: "let's stay, let's make a home, please".

But you can't. The only friend and family you have is your pet and you have to protect it at all costs; you've already lost too much and are broken to your core - you couldn't survive loosing your pet, too.

There's no one to help you, you're very lonely and very scared. There is nowhere you can run where they wouldn't find you. No way to make them stop.

Except one: submit.

You give yourself up to the people who hunt you, and do their bidding in exchange for a comfortable life and yours and your beloved pet's safety. You hope this will bring you more happiness. You hope to finally live a life that resembles the one you used to have.

And it works - at least at first. Before you betray the first friends you made under false pretenses. Before you watch your new bosses wipe out a settlement just because you reported 'enemy' presence there. Before you pay the price and the guilt sets in.

Your pet can feel how hard it is for you. It hates being left alone for so long, in this cold place where no one likes it. It hates how changed you are every time you return; it can feel the shadows that begin to claw at you and eat your soul. But it loves you and will do as you say.

So you keep up the game, clinging to the thought of providing stability and happiness for your pet. You lie and you steal and you betray and you kill. Every time a little piece of you dies, but it's okay, it's so that you and your precious pet could live well. It's worth the cost. It must be....

And little by little, the darkness surrounds you. It's so gradual you don't even notice. All you can see is the worry on your pet's face. It doesn't have the ability to explain why it's worried. You are still alone, even surrounded by all these people.

Then you find someone who you can actually consider family and have a real shot at being happy - it's a dizzying feeling, and for a moment, you believe you've finally caught your break.

But then they decide to take away your chance at the life you and your pet deserve and fought so fucking hard for... (and some gorgeous pickled jerk makes you hallucinate your worst fears ever as if they were absolutely real)... and that's the last straw. The last fucking drop of shit your life tosses at you. You crack.

You break and you break everything precious around you.

...

Now, I understand that people have different tastes in everything, and that Bode will never be some folks' cup of tea - and that's fine with me. But if you've reached this point of my story, can you at least finally see why he does what he does?

It's not an excuse. Nothing can really excuse the casualties of his quest for a better life for his daughter. But I hope we can at least agree that the circumstances weren't exactly in favor of "good" Bode.

Good Bode got fucked. Good Bode lost family, twice. Good Bode had to drag his child across the whole bleeding galaxy and feed them stolen scraps to keep them alive. Good Bode never stood a chance.

Bad Bode saved their lives. The fates of the people he was responsible for would have likely been sealed anyway, with the help of someone else. That was the regime. It squeezed the holy shit out of you until you either died, rebelled or submitted.

And Bode had a child to think of, so you can scratch the first two options.

So excuse me while I go simp for this man and write fics to put some good fortune in his path for a change. He deserves both.

#bode akuna #jedi survivor #star wars #rant

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misrepresentedmorallygrey · 2 months

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PROPAGANDA

Amanda Waller

Amanda Waller isn't a much-discussed character on Tumblr, but her reputation in the fandom isn't where it should be, and it's been somewhat worse after the Suicide Squad movies and Peacemaker. You need to read Yale/Ostrander's Suicide Squad to understand her character. Waller is also decent in the Justice League Unlimited cartoon. So many people just know her through cruddy two-dimensional portrayals! They want her to be a "Karen", they want her to be a shrill uppity bitch who gets put down into her place. She is an asshole, and a bit of a ruthless monster—her superiors and her agents are all much much worse. She lives in a world overflowing with serial killers and supernatural beings that can destroy major cities in 5 minutes. She was an impoverished Black mother with no college degree, and in middle age she clawed her way up through education and bureaucracy after her children were SA'd and murdered. She has done horrible terrible things, she dehumanizes and extorts and power-trips and tortures and kills. And yet at times she's been the only one standing in the way of war and destruction of colonized countries. She is stubbon and proud, and capable of shame.

John

This fella is Fascinating. just trust me on this he deserves to be here

He tried so hard to do the right thing, he feels bad and says things would be better if he was never born. He thinks he should've just stayed acting like a monster and continued to act threatening.

(LONG PROPAGANDA INCOMING)

John. Milgram. Here's a short description of the fortunes and misfortunes of the guy. It gets worse before it gets better (probably).

While MILGRAM is a prison that judges a bunch of sympathetic killers, it doesn't consider him to be one – it didn't even exactly know he existed until too little too late, when it got its grabby hands on the brain of prisoner 009, who claimed to not know anything about any murder he'd have committed. Then, footage from his brain was extracted, as MILGRAM does, into a music video, and… that was MeMe. Ninth prisoner, Kayano Mikoto, was revealed to have DID, and what obviously who do you think actually Killed Someone?

Enter John. Well. Mikoto is half deeply unaware half subconsciously scared of his existence, so the MV painted him in a rather. Deeply disturbing way, bathing in bloody baths and all that (not a blood bath though! easy mistake). Adding to that him showing up in the first Voice Drama for five seconds to punch the "protagonist" and yell for a bit, and the result wasn't. Assuring. The fandom proceeded to treat him like a cardboard cutout and variously dunk on MILGRAM for having a cliché "evil" character w/ DID despite the overall well handling of complex characters.

Two years time skip: second season ending. We get to prisoner 009 again. The protagonist Finally gets to chat with John: and voila, he's admitting to the crime, he's apparently "killed a bunch of people because they annoyed him", which means, as he's saying, Mikoto has nothing to do with the crime at all! And he, as per the judging system, should be forgiven, right! Well, he's so full of shit. The music video immediately reveals how protective he feels of Mikoto (and well, he definitely doesn't rebuke That one), that the events of murder were somehow tied in to Mikoto's job at a black company, his continuous overworking and him being mentally on the brink of breaking; that any committed violence was For The Sake of Mikoto and that John feels deeply horrible for messing up his life in any way. By making himself into the image of a "monster" he's trying to make Mikoto look good in comparison and be forgiven and all. He also mentioned if Mikoto is voted innocent he's gonna try to go dormant since he's The Issue, right, and the audience/protagonist hates him, Right, and Mikoto Also Hates him, Right?

I'm underselling the sheer devotion of this guy tbh.

Yeah, the fandom results were kinda mixed on that one. Lots of people immediately started to love him dearly and kinda forgot any people were maimed or killed with baseball bats; lots also got sold on him "messing up Mikoto's life" and actually voted Mikoto innocent Specifically because of John's promise to eventually "disappear". There's more of the babygirlifying kind in the English side of the fandom that I've seen, to be fair. And that's around where we are!

#misrepresented morally grey #round 1 #bracket d #dc comics #amanda waller #milgram #john milgram #cw suicidal ideation #<- tagging to be safe

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fretarot · 1 year

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How they felt last time they saw you! Pick a pile

Disclaimer- it’s a collective so might not resonate to everyone or 100 fully resonate, remember to take what resonates and leave what doesn’t, if the pile you have picked makes no sense it means it’s not for you at this time, maybe try a different pile!

pictures are from Pinterest

1. 2. 3

Pile 1

Okay so in this pile it looks like this connection was very hard and took a toll on the both of you guys mental stability and left you feeling shaken up last time they saw you, for some of you this could be someone that you work with or you have met in a social circle such as a party or someone’s birthday for some of you could even be a work event, in regards to how they felt last time they saw you I will say they didn’t feel the greatest, they felt hurt by you or rejected in some way or another, they felt like they can finally see the truth about this connection and what it is, for some of you you’re the one that’s come to this realisation and had a tower moment happen between the two of you, which both of you feel that you can’t turn back from, a lot of pain and deceit in this pile overall.

Pile 2

Very cute energy from this pile, last time your person saw you they felt so fulfilled and happy with you, this pile is giving me first dates vibes, so this could be a person you’ve met recently for the first time ever and you both enjoyed each others company, for some of you this could be a same sex relationship, your person felt like they are in the right time and place with you, feeling excited about being able to get the opportunity to get to know you, getting butterfly’s while writing this Bcz it’s that adorable! They felt over the moon, saying that actually possibly either one of you last time you two saw each other expressed how much you love the moon or you guys bonded over that, could’ve even met in the evening and watched the sunset together there’s something about the sky being here, and a beautiful kinda warm night! Whoever this person is they felt very lucky 🍀 last time they saw you.

Pile 3

Pile 3s I’m picking up on 2 different energies/stories here so take these as they resonate this could even be 2 people that are in your energy or there’s 2 different energies of you guys that are clicking on this!

The 1st one is this person Is someone that last time they saw you I don’t feel like you saw them yourself back, almost like they saw you walking somewhere and they never approached you, for some of you your person even saw you in their dream, however when it comes to their feelings its almost like they felt very scared of you, feeling a lot of anxiety and intimidation in their feelings when it comes to you, not wanting you to also see them, feeling like they have to be in the shadow and being worried you’ll notice them, scared of rejection, for some of you they could’ve even dreamt that you rejected them!

Now for the other energy that’s come through this is a past person or an ex, and for the majority of you it’s coming up that the last time you two saw each other was when you two ended things, seeing two figures with their hands covering their faces, like they are crying, a lot of pain here and two hands not wanting to let go of each other but picking of that feeling that they have to, feeling helpless, not being able to figure out a solution anymore, your person felt alot of regret and beating themselves up over not being able to fix things, very sad pile which is making it hard for me to even continue reading this but if you have picked pile 3 and your person is an ex or a past person you’re still grieving, trust me they are also feeling the same way as you :(.

#pac #tarot #pick a card tarot #aries zodiac #pisces #leo zodiac 2022 #tarot readings #free tarot #taroteverydamnday #tarotonline #daily tarot

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herehavesomeheadcanons · 2 years

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Bungo Stray Dogs Headcanons, but it’s only the characters that I think deserve more attention

I'm currently on a BSD kick, so have these headcanons while I feel ✨Inspired✨

I'll take requests for other characters, these two are just the only ones I have inspiration for right now.

Tw: Aku’s a yandere so yeah. He’s also kinda just a violent disaster of a person in general.

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

🖤‼️ I got one word for you, and that word is Yandere. Are you surprised? You shouldn't be. If you manage to catch his eye, he will kill to keep you by his side. He’s certainly a dangerous one, so watch your back! Yes, he will kidnap you. You kinda brought this on yourself by searching ‘Akutagawa x reader’

🖤‼️He has no idea what love is, actually. He just knows that the world is a dangerous place and he’s the only one strong enough to protect you. It’s going to be a while before he can put a name to this strange feeling, so just sit tight while he figures it out.

🖤‼️Gets a lot of advice from Chuuya, mostly. It’s not that everyone else doesn’t already know that he’s helplessly in love with you, it’s that they’re all scared of him. Chuuya is the only one who isn’t, and thusly he is the advice giver. He actually gives surprisingly good advice, despite his rather angry personality.

🖤‼️It’ll be a while before he trusts anyone else around you. Eventually, you’ll basically be an honorary member of the Port Mafia, but for the LONGEST time he refuses to let anyone else even speak to you. Chuuya does not give a fuck, and visits you while Aku’s out on a mission. Don’t worry, Short Ginger’s got your back. He’ll be your best buddie and wingman.

🖤‼️He has absolutely no clue how to socialize like a normal person. You think Dazai took the time out of his busy schedule to teach Aku how to function socially? Absolutely not. He was too busy turning Aku into the perfect killing machine. Aku is incredibly blunt and literal about everything, and he takes everything way too seriously. 90% of jokes will fly straight over his head, which is pretty funny in its own right.

🖤‼️Gin is the first person Aku trusted with you. She’s his sister, after all. You’ll likely become friends with her, which pleases Aku. He wants all the important people in his life to get along.

🖤‼️If you’re not already a secret badass, become one. Just trust me. Aku is very into that. If you suddenly whip out a gun and save his ass by shooting a bitch without hesitation, he’ll be hooked forever. He’ll be so stunned in the moment that he won’t be able to function properly. Remember that scene in season 3, episode 11? Where he just said yes to everything? Yeah he relapses into that.

🖤‼️Please validate him. Tell him he’s the best and the strongest. He needs to hear it from somebody he cares about. And maybe try to convince him to not seek after Dazai’s validation so much. Does his opinion really even matter? I mean, he certainly doesn’t seem to care about Aku.

🖤‼️He spends more time in the infirmary than out of it. This hard-headed idiot pushes himself well past the limits of what his frail body can handle LITERALLY EVERY FIGHT. You’re going to be spending a lot of time sitting by his hospital bed hoping he’ll wake up from whatever coma he’s currently in. Somebody needs to tell him not to push himself so hard, and it may as well be you.

🖤‼️Please make him take care of himself. Force feed him if you have to, but this boy needs a sandwich. Good gracious, he’s a fucking toothpick. There is no meat on his little toothpick bones. Make him bathe, too. At least make him wash his hair and put on deodorant.

🖤‼️No, he will not let you steal his coat. He will get you a matching one, if it’s really that important to you.

🖤‼️Aku opposes physical affection at first, especially in public. He can’t have people thinking he’s a softie! Eventually, he’ll warm up to it. Only in private, though. Unless he happens to be jealous. Then he needs to show this other guy who you belong to.

🖤‼️Over all, probably the third most dangerous pick in the show. First being Fyodor, and second being Shibusawa Tatsuhiko. It’s not that he lacks power or ruthlessness, just that he has a very obvious issue that can be fixed with some hard work and dedication. He needs lots of validation, and to have some sense beaten into him from time to time.

Edgar Allen Poe

🤎🦝 Oh gosh I love this underrated mf so much- there really isn't enough content of this sweet introvert baby- Anyway, Poe is the sweetest, shyest little bean pole. I think he would like someone who won't abandon him at parties. *ahem* ranpo *ahem* He would also love it if you would read his stories and give him positive feedback. Please. Just do it. He deserves it.

🤎🦝He does have some… interesting… mood swings. Honestly, he can be moodier than most girls on their periods (i can say that, because I’M a girl). One minute he’ll be happy and cheerful, and the next he’ll be Tamaki-Amajiki-ing in the corner. If you don’t know what that means, go watch My Hero Academia.

🤎🦝He and Karl are a packaged deal, obviously. I’m sorry if you have some deathly fear of raccoons (if you do, then why the heck are you simping for raccoon man??) but that’s how it is. Karl is his best buddie, and will be your best buddie too. Look on the bright side, you get to pet a fluffy raccoon!

🤎🦝You met during one of the ADA’s office parties, which Poe attended to show Ranpo his latest novel. Unfortunately, Ranpo is easily distracted and abandoned poor Poe within five minutes. Seeing the incredibly nervous introvert in the corner, you decided to talk to him. Congratulations! You now have a second shadow! Poe is so incredibly insecure in social situations that he will cling to you for as long as you’re willing to put up with him, even if you’re also introverted.

🤎🦝If you like to write, he would love to read your writing! He’ll give you pointers on how to make your writing better. Y’all meet up regularly to discuss your latest projects, read each other’s work, and give each other tips and ideas.

🤎🦝He is WAY too shy to confess to you on his own. He writes so many letters, but never has the courage to send them. He also practices with Karl daily, and still can’t handle the pressure. Somebody please help him-

🤎🦝He tries to ask Ranpo for advice (probably a bad idea) and Ranpo outs him immediately. (“Oh, you’re crushing on y/n, aren’t you?”) Ranpo advises him to just confess already. The World’s Greatest Detective definitely already knows that you’re crushing on Poe. It doesn’t take a genius to see how much you’re pining for each other!

🤎🦝Cafe dates!! Library dates!! Anywhere decently quiet and calm. Poe really doesn’t like large crowds, so maybe no big social gatherings. He enjoys just relaxing at home and reading next to you.

🤎🦝Loves physical affection, but is so so so shy about initiating it. Please just grab him and snuggle him so he doesn’t have to worry about it. Hold his hand! Give him kisses, if you can reach! He absolutely loves to cuddle. With how tall he is, he makes a great big spoon. He could probably just envelope your entire body with his.

🤎🦝Apparently he’s also rich?? Not certain if this is canon (edit: it is!!!) or not but we’re going with it anyway. That way, he can spoil you. If you like to read, he will buy you so many books. You’ll never have time to read them all. Artist? He’ll buy you art supplies! Any other hobbies? Taken care of. Saw a cute necklace/dress/outfit/whatever? It’s on your doorstep within a week.

🤎🦝All in all, a phenomenal pick. Perhaps the best in the show (in my opinion, anyway). Yeah he’s super clingy and insecure, and has some interesting mood swings, but he’s still just a good lad who deserves all the love in the world. Plus he has a pet raccoon, and that’s just really cool.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd poe x reader #bsd edgar allen poe x reader #bsd Akutagawa x reader #bsd ryunosuke akutagawa x reader

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sevenyeargap · 1 year

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welcome to my very own analysis of edgeworths character and insane rambling on why i write him Like That. first of all i want to rec one of my favorite essay on political theory/legal philosophy of possibly all time aka the discourse on voluntary servitude by la boétie (which you can read here, its also a fantastic text to read in these coronation/anti-monarchy times)

anyway, if you don't want to read it (although it is quite a short and clear read), the main thesis of this essay is that basically a corrupt political system/dictatorship (here called a tyranny) doesn't stay in place because people are afraid of change and rebellion, but because people don't want anything to change, and they're satisfied with their condition, therefore complicit with the system (see also MLK's quote on white moderates "but the white moderate who is more devoted to 'order' than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says 'I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I can't agree with your methods of direct action'")

the tl;dr here is that a system stays in place because no one does anything to change it, and people prefer turning a blind eye to the situation but its not because they're afraid of a new system, it's because they're scared of what it will take to get this new system.

with that being said i think that edgeworths anger and resentment at the legal system post turnabout goodbyes wouldn't be directed at the system right away because he upheld the system. he loved it! (which btw is so so much worse than killing his father. he didn't kill his father but he's complicit in enforcing a terrible legal system!!!!!!!! awful)

and miles loved this system!! i think that even at the worst point of his bratworth era he still believed he was Bringing Fair And Real Justice and was doing The Right Thing. but what happens when you realize this system is deeply, incredibly flawed? when you've spent your whole life fighting for it? deliberately ignoring the ugly parts of it in favor of maintaining a perfect win record?

that's when you choose death!!!! (literally or figuratively depending on how you analyze it.)

i looooove edgeworth celebrating his not guilty verdict but he would start thinking about what he's done. which again is so much worse than simply killing his dad. like he literally says that in rfta

and thats so??? fucking sad!?!!! because how is he supposed to trust in himself now??? phoenix (no matter how good his intentions were) HAS entirely destroyed his whole worldview!!!!!!!! and thus the unnecessary feelings line but you can read more about my thoughts about that line here (tl;dr this line for me a) challenges his views (see supra) b) didn't phoenix "steal" his dream of becoming a defense attorney, in a way? phoenix had the chance to move on and change things for the better but miles... didn't.

ANYWAY edgeworth gets angry at individuals, after turnabout goodbyes, because he hasn't realized how deep the corruption runs yet - he's angry at phoenix, at misty, at everyone who either failed to protect him (misty, mvk, the mvk household, maybe even his own dad for """leaving him behind"""???) OR tried to protect him from this system (phoenix, maya - because how dare they challenge his views on this system he has oh so loved?) also you can read this post here because it really summarizes my feelings about his aa1 arc

every day there is a new media where two people are fighting together for a system. they both come to realise the system is flawed, and while one of them tries to take the system down, the other decides it is still necessary and must be protected at all costs. why is it always the first one who becomes the villain? who is deeply sympathetic but goes too far in their quest for justice? i think for once it should be the second one who is trying so hard to protect the system they believe in that they slowly slip into tyranny

i dont really have a conclusion here but i will say that i think The Note and edgeworths year off were necessary (as tragic as it was) for both edgeworth & phoenix because theyre insane they need some time to think about how much they don't know nor understand each other anymore at this point in time. anyway. thanks for reading?!! i hope this made sense. mwah!

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #ace attorney meta #i wrote a good chunk of this the evening after i had a final sdjkdsf so hopefully this will make a bit of sense also its so LONG IM SORRY #🦔 : chatters #tw suicide mention

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alonetimelover · 1 year

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Action! - blurb - FIRST DATE - 2017

Pairings: Harry Styles x Director!Reader (she/her)

Category: fluff

Summary: short story abut two people being nervous on their first date

Word count: ~ 2,8k

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2017

Being 20 wasn’t as carefree as she imagined. Maybe if she wasn’t who she was, or doing the job she truly loved, it would be different, easier. It didn’t mean she was miserable. It was challenging to manoeuvre between being a student and being a full time director. It cost her many sleepless nights, an uncountable amount of wet tissues, numerous cups of coffee and tons of concealer under her eyes.

She was living alone in London, leaving her family behind in their home. It was hard to get accustomed to the new life. Meeting people was probably the hardest. And being shy didn’t help that.

So, when she met Florence during her first year in London, living there started being enjoyable. She was the sister she never had, best friend she could trust, a companion to explore the World.

But right now, when she was sitting in front of her mirror that she had forgotten to clean, she was nervous. 5:46 p.m. Just fourteen minutes for breathing exercises, managing that one strand of hair to stay in its place. Too little time to calm down. She definitely was lacking experience. Dating experience.

“It’s just a date, YN. It will be fine,” Florence said, massaging YN’s shoulders.

“Fine? Do you remember who this date is with? I don’t know why I said yes in the first place. Mistake. Big mistake,” she said, throwing her hands up and down while talking. “He couldn’t be serious. It’s friendly at most.”

“If tonight’s date,” she emphasised, “was friendly, I think he wouldn't take you to the poshest restaurant in London, babe.” Florence pinned a persistent strand of YN's hair with a slide and kissed her head.

“He’s rich, that’s why it’s the poshest one! And he’s also, like - I don’t know - the gold rush or something. Everybody wants him.”

“New experience. A lesson. One call away. Deal.” YN listed what sounded the most important to her.

“Okay.” Florence crouched in front of YN and squeezed her hands. “Listen to me carefully. I know you feel self-conscious and afraid. It’s something new for you, something left-field. And I know it makes you scared. But you don’t need to be. Try to think about it like a new experience in your notebook. Experience that you will learn from and some positives will come out of it for sure. A lesson." Florence sat on her calves, getting somewhat comfortable.

"You said he’s a great dude, I heard the same about him. Let’s give it a chance. Remember, I’m just one call away. If he tries something you don’t like, you call me. I’m beating his ass then." Young woman laughed and continued, "New experience. If you don’t like it, you won’t go on a second one. Deal?” Florence ended her monologue with a smile on her face.

Girls kissed their cheeks and hugged until their flat’s bell rang. YN looked at her friend with nothing but fear in her gorgeous eyes.

“Relax. I’m getting the door, and giving him a piece of my mind. You’re touching up your hair and putting those shoes on. Do you need more than two minutes?” Florence was already near the bedroom's door.

“No. Two minutes are enough. Thank you, Flo.”

The blonde just smiled at her and moved as quick as a flash to the front door. YN, still sitting before the mirror, took three deep breaths. Having never been on a real date was nerve-wracking. She hoped there weren’t special rules for whatever happens during the date. Maybe her outfit wasn’t enough? Or too much? It was a light-coloured dress with long sleeves. Shoes, she was putting on weren't newest but comfortable. She probably should wear high heels. Or at least something fancier. Perhaps, make-up would be…

“YN! Don't make us wait forever for you, babe!”

And just like that she left the room.

She couldn’t remember whatever Florence said to her while leaving. Everything just flew over her head. She was so overwhelmed. Just an experience. One call away. She was hearing Flo’s words in her mind over and over again. Try to have fun. He’s a good guy. Trust your guts.

She heard the doors locking behind her, with the sound of a coming lift following. She never realised that the corridor’s walls were painted beige. Or the floor having some funny patterns.

“YN, are you okay?”

After hearing the voice she finally looked up. When she met his eyes she knew that whatever happens and waits for them, she didn’t want to ever look away.

“Do you feel alright?”

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat. “I’m good. I’m good.”

They entered the lift and Harry pressed ‘0’. When the lift moved loudly, she took a moment to breathe out. He heard it, she thought. He must have heard it. But even if he did, he never said anything. He was humming some melody, a bouquet of field flowers grasped tightly in his ringed hand. He’s nervous, too.

The lift’s ding! whipped her out of her thoughts. They both moved arm to arm to the main doors.

“M’lady,” he said, holding the doors open for her.

She nodded her head in gratitude and moved along. The chilly April wind hit her face, making her shiver. She loved cool days, wearing woollen socks and big scarfs. Enjoying the grey sky and greening trees. The flowers that just started blossoming and birds that chirped songs familiar only to them. Nature coming to life. Spring.

“My car is near Tesco. I didn’t know if you would have a parking spot for an extra. I hope you don’t mind. It’s quite cold.” Harry expressed with furrowed eyebrows evidently bothered by the wind.

“Of course not. I should tell you that there is a car park near the complex. Florence has a spot left for guests. Sorry about that.” YN smiled at him, hoping he wouldn’t be mad.

Harry smiled back, “well I’ll know for the next time.” When he didn’t hear anything back, any move, word, sound, he spoke up frantically, “or not. I mean, it’s - it’s our first date so, there’s no pressure. Yeah?”

Harry was a nervous wreck right now. He might have had some experience in dating, or at least going on dates (he didn’t really have time to actually date people) but somehow he felt different today. The word ‘different’ didn’t make this situation justice, only made it barely close to the mark. Maybe it was the weather. He didn’t love London's weather but he didn’t loathe it either. It all came down to travelling so much. He weaned himself of rainy and greyish days. Having spent so much time in the States (sunny California) or in Jamaica (where he had written his album) made him get used to the sun which he actually had hated while being a young boy.

Though, let’s face the truth. It wasn’t the cold temperature and grey clouds, or the rusty clock heard in the distance (that would usually drive him up the wall), or even the wind blowing in his eyes (making it strenuous to simply see). It was her. Just her.

When his eyes first met hers (it would sound cheesy) but his world stopped at once. Not like Noah’s when he first saw Allie. No. He wouldn’t have climbed up the big wheel to ask her on a date (he was scared of heights). But when she was standing in front of him with those eyes looking right into his, he felt like she was looking right at his soul. He felt naked. Metaphorically naked. He couldn’t bring himself to gaze away, to say anything. He just stood opposite her. And right then he knew, after filming whatever she had written for his music video, he was going to ask her out.

“You’ve picked a nice bouquet of flowers,” she pointed out, not wanting to accidentally hurt him by saying something wrong.

Harry felt he fucked up. The date was supposed to go like this: get to her flat, ring the bell, smile and greet her, give her flowers, tell her she looks beautiful (he didn’t need to know what she would wear, he knew she would look astonishing), take her hand, drive her to the restaurant, eat a nice diner, talk to her, take her on a walk, drive her home, and hope she liked everything to go on another date with you. For now, he did do the first two of the list.

He could see a pattern. Whenever he enjoyed something, it would make him excited and then, somehow it would all go to shit. It was like that with the guitar he had gotten from his dad. It was a one of a kind piece, made specifically for him. It was engraved with his name. He played it for exactly two days. After those two, wonderful days the guitar got smashed by the bookshelf. How did the bookshelf collapse, someone could ask?

Well, when Harry bought his new house he decided to be A MAN (yes, he sometimes also thought too stereotypically, but he was working on it) and put all the furniture together, by himself. He spent two weeks having not been seen by anybody, a caveman in the mansion. It started pretty good. The dining table and chairs came together nicely. The wardrobe was a biggy. But he managed (he literally high fived himself after placing the last screw in the back of it). Then there was the bed, whatnots, cabinets and more chairs and small tables. The last one was the infamous bookshelf. It started easy, a few shelves held by screws and small doors here and there. The tricky part was the legs. You needed to level them. But Harry didn’t have a level so he did the one thing a man could do. No he didn’t ask for help. He did it more or less.

Firstly, when he put the books in their designated place, the bookshelf held up firmly. And then he placed the guitar right in front of it, just because. That was the perfect time for the books to overload and make the bookshelf collapse.

Another time was when he had a song idea. These days he could remember it was really good, probably the best he had ever written. How did it went to shit? Just like his homework as a kid. His mum’s cat had eaten the page where the song was written. Talking about luck. What's more, the cat got ill and had to go on antibiotics (something about ink irritating poor cat’s bowels).

Long story short, whenever Harry was excited it all would go to shit eventually.

“They’re for you,” Harry finally whispered embarrassedly. “I - I don’t usually - do this,” he threw the finger between them. “I’m - “ Breathe Harry. “I’m just nervous.”

“Me too. Like really nervous. Like right before doing the monologue before twenty people, kinda nervous. Like the shivers going down your spine. But not the good shivers, the bad ones. The ones you feel while bein’ in the Haunted House? You know there’s something that’s going to scare you, but you’re afraid either way.” She was rambling.

“Yeah. Those are the worst. Whenever I’m at something like that I’m looking from behind my fingers. I recommend that.” Harry smiled, looking at her sheepishly. They were bonding over being nervous around each other. What a way to start a date.

“Here. They’re for you.” He handed her the flowers which already lost their extra fresh look. Still looked beautiful in YN’s mind.

“Thank you. I like that they’re field ones. Makes them more special. Did you pick them up yourself?”

“I did. I’ve got quite a wildlife garden that I could finally put to good use. I hope they somehow match each other.”

“They look beautiful together. Thank you, it’s really thoughtful of you.”

They finally rushed to Harry’s car. The wind was blowing to their faces, slowing them down. Hands slightly brushing, sending their hair to stand on their arms. They walked in silence, with Harry showing her way with almost unnoticeable right hand movements. The air smelt like rain and freshly mowed lawn with a hint of blossoming apple trees nearby. The sun set just over a dozen minutes ago taking the sky’s loveable look.

The date was going well. Very well. Besides Harry tripping over some nice lady’s chair and YN spilling some wine on her dress. They fell into a peaceful conversation, connecting over their love for music (especially Fleetwood Mac, David Bowie and Prince), good food (even though Harry cannot cook) and poetry. During those two hours in the restaurant they laughed more than they did in the past few months.

“You can’t avoid the answer, YN. I need the truth,” Harry challenged YN after she refused to admit her favourite Fleetwood Mac’s album.

“I can and I will,” she smirked at him, taking a sip of a dry champagne. “This champagne is so good. D’you know what it is?”

“You’re changing the subject.” He was shaking his head with a playful disappointment painted on his flushed face. “We can ask the waiter when he brings your dessert. Or -” he dragged the ‘o’ reaching for the menu, “it should be here.”

YN bowed over the table, trying to read as much as possible. Her eyebrows shot up after seeing the prices she previously hadn’t paid any attention to.

“He said dry, white and vintage French champagne, didn't he?” Harry asked rather rhetorically, looking into her eyes. Waiter did emphasise the story of the champagne pretty extensively.

“Yeah, and the story about the monk that started it all.”

“That's right. Alright,” Harry hugged the menu to his chest so YN wouldn’t be able to see the name, “drumrolls, please.” He looked at the woman opposite him provocatively.

“You really are a performer, aren’t you?” She expressed with a laugh but did the drumming motions of her two pointing fingers, hitting the table quietly.

“Dom Pérignon. And now tell me the album.”

She didn’t. That night Fleetwood Mac wasn’t discussed. Right after Harry closed his mouth, the waiter brought the cake. The pair shared it, making a small conversation about their upcoming plans and projects.

At one point Harry spotted a fan, taking a picture. Then, for a moment, he stopped feeling like Harry, he, once again, was Harry Styles, not a person but a celebrity to follow and disturb (sometimes unconsciously).

Harry didn’t mind fans, he loved them. Without them, he wouldn’t have been the artist he was. And all that didn’t mean that he was okay with constantly having his life being talked about on the internet, to having his photos from grocery shopping there, or his mother’s address being leaked. He appreciated fans and the opportunity they had given him while hating the life he had at the same time. Constantly feeling overwhelmed, without a moment to take a breath and live in the present. Constantly being exhausted.

That’s why he needed to present all of this to YN.

“Well, it’s a lot to digest. I - I was nervous before the date because of those reasons, to be honest. But at the same time, I don’t want it to dictate my life.” If that's a new experience, let’s make it longer. “Maybe - maybe we can take it slow, like really slow. We both have work and things to follow. Let’s get to know each other and see what happens?” She proposed, looking at him with a shy smile.

“I know that this one date doesn’t have to mean a life-long commitment, but - I - I need you to know what happened at dinner, it’s - uhm - it’s the least that it could’ve been. I don’t have a normal life or a normal career. And I’m constantly being followed by paps, fans and all that. I just need you to know that - I want us to be something and, if you want the same it’s going to be looked at by people. I - I don’t want to put pressure on you - just - it’s better to not start anything if we’re not ready for what’s inevitable to come.”

Soughing trees near YN’s flat accompanying them with their finest canto, created a pleasant sound. Driving them away from the road's hustle and nerve-racking minds.

Maybe it was harsh to say by Harry, but it all was true. He couldn’t do a snow job on her. Deep down he had a feeling, they could write a story together.

He didn’t answer. He just felt the mind-boggling urge to kiss her. Screw taking things really slow, was his one thought. Respect her, imbecile. Take. It. Slow, was the other one. But when she was looking at him with those eyes he couldn’t resist gazing into, he found in them a glimpse of the same desire he had. He succumbed to the first thought.

“Taking it slow, Harry, doesn’t mean putting your lips on mine,” YN whispered with Harry’s mouth still ghosting over hers. When he didn’t answer and just smiled impishly she couldn’t help, but mirror him. “You’re a trouble, Mr Styles.”

“Well, I’m glad to be anything to you, Miss YSN.”

And after pecking her lips a few more times, they parted their ways with a date having been set up in just a week's time.

#action!universe #director!reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb

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prof-peach · 2 years

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So Peach pretty clearly dislikes ten year olds going off as trainers (and people like Oak that support it). If she had a say in it, what kinda of rules would she put in place for people becoming trainers? (Minimum age, requirements, etc)

Take a test: Prove you have the basic knowledge of care, and common sense when confronted with an emergency. Do you know what to do when your pokemons poisoned? Random strangers on the street could help you sure but again, are we ok with 10 year olds talking to strangers who may not be friendly? Professors hand pokemon out, don’t think to explain the basics, and let kids loose on the world. I see so many Pokemon in terrible condition because someone trusted a literal child to care for a complex and powerful creature. Now god forbid what if the kid gets hurt? Middle of no where, what if their phones got no signal? What if they’re travelling alone? What if they’re still in a dangerous area? There’s a lot to consider, the world is big and full of things that could obliterate you for straying too close to its nest, or trying to catch one of its young.

Age restrictions: 15+. A literal child faces the fact that his rattata just got actually eaten by a wild ekans, what do they do? Thats damaging, pretty scary and often a source of trauma down the line, they may even become afraid of snake like mons. A higher age bracket means they’re more emotionally prepared to deal with the unknown. I see so many people complain that their kids Pokemon did something that scared the child, and they blame the mon, not that fact that they got their young child a wild creature to hang with. Pokemon don’t hold the same morals, the same rules or behaviours as us, and many get upset by this when confronted with it. Do you know how many times I’ve been looked at like I’m a bad person for slamming as hard as possible into a Tauros who’s kicking off? So many! But if you go about handling some species the way you’d handle humans, you’ll get hurt, you have to know how they tick, and get on their level, earn their respect in the ways they understand, do things safely and within the realms of understanding for each species. At 10, this is not easily done, you hardly know what you’re about at that age, the worlds huge and you are not as informed as you should be.

Species restrictions: people should start with species that are more simple and easy to work with, and ramp up to the more complex or dangers of Pokemon. If I had a penny for every kid with a dragon Pokemon complaining about how unruly it is, or that it doesn’t listen to them, I’d never have to work another day in my life. Yes they’re cool, yes we all want to one day see or interact with dragon types, he’ll yeah there’s plenty to love about them. But they’re also super dangerous, often come with complex needs, and very rigorous social structures that don’t reflect humans behaviour well. Start with a more common bunch, and work your way to the complex brackets. It saves the Pokemon a lot of grief, and the child potential harm. This could be age implemented, or badge relative, maybe based on skill level with more exams or whatever to prove you’ve got the knowledge to handle it. This also doubles up with physical exams, and it’s a hard truth. A frail old grandma getting her first Pokemon should not be getting something prone to thrashing, something that could break her due to being spooked or something. Same with a 10 year old. Don’t give a child a Pokemon that would literally choke them to death because in their world that’s what they do as a sign of respect or joy, and can cope, but to a human it’s potential death. There’s so many different examples of this, but Pokemon have physical needs, some need to fly, some need to be ran, some have to have a lot of exercise or they get seriously unruly. If you are not able to provide that, the Pokemon suffers. It’s just that simple; so the testing could also include a way to assess what species best fit your lifestyle, or needs.

Me personally, I don’t hand pokemon to anyone under the age of 15, and only if they’re emotionally prepared and prove their metal. Adoption assessment here is run by a number of staff, myself included. We sit the human down and chat, find out where the Pokemon will be staying, how much income they have and if it’s enough to care for that species, how much time they can give the Pokemon, what kind of home they live in and if it’s suitable for the size and needs of the Pokemon. They are asked a series of hypothetical questions, all of which show us if they’re prepared for emergency, consequence, and the care requirements necessary to keep their potential new partner healthy. If they are planning on travelling, I ask that they return with the gear they plan to bring with them on the road, and we do a mock-camp out over the course of a weekend, team brawl run scenarios, the youngsters are in safe environments but are posed with real life dilemmas, and there’s a safety net to see if they have the stomach for the real world. They do one day without their Pokemon and are tasked to survive, and another day with their potential partner, to see how they get along in these situations. It’s more like a boot camp.

If the human fails, we give them tips and tricks, and send them home to try again some other time, if they succeed, we start adoption processes. This is controversial as a lot of other professors just hand living creatures out like candy, but we don’t work that way here, and do not back down from the due process. Our concern is with the Pokemon first, they come above us, many of our residents have recovered from illness, from emotional trauma, and some have extended health conditions to think about. We cannot just let them go not knowing if they’ll be ok or not, it’s down right ridiculous to let that happen. We get parents coming in at us all the time that their precious little sonny-Jim didn’t get the Pokemon he wanted, and we have to explain that they failed the exams, or have an awful personality and would be a questionable match with a living creature, or perhaps they just weren’t emotionally ready yet, they panicked every time an emergency was posed to them. It’s tough love, but someone’s got to be honest and tell people when things aren’t right, so they can grow and improve.

I won’t go into the money aspect, that alone is a big issue for a lot of people. It’s not cheap to feed a big Pokemon. And is a trainer prepared for a species that hunts? Charmander eat meat. Little kid of age 10 ok with seeing it tear through a poliwag? Probably not. No one likes to say it, but Pokemon aren’t all happy little cute things, some have their own sets of issues and habits, it’s not always smooth sailing.

#I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this #the games are for kids so whatever #but I’m reality it would be different #prof.peach #peach talks

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top 5 haikyuu moments !! (can be particular scenes or episodes or arcs) :D

OKAY!!! so i had to gather visuals for this one bc i have many feelings about this!! I went for scenes that no matter how many times i watch, they never lose their magic for me, no matter that i know theyre coming, it still takes my breath away and makes me roll around with delight, these most of these i feel like are probably pretty obvious ones, they were meant to be impactful but ough, if they dont tear me up in the best way

SO IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

I mean, what can i say??? what IS there to say?? theyve been teammates for a few weeks at this point, but hinata has given all his trust to kageyama and in turn, kageyama promised to use it to its full potential. its also a promise for their rivalry!! like, okay okay okay think about it, with the context we have with Kazuyo, kageyama has *already* decided that hinata is going to be his someone better! he sees it innately and he wants to draw it out of him, and he's, hes trying to be *hinatas* someone better too!! do u understand *shakes you* do u see what i mean!!! i mean, im sure u do, im definitely not the first person to go insane about this and ppl have probably also said it in a way thats smarter than me but just, ough

its,,,, its,,, the acceptance of it all,,, i just think about how *alone* kageyama must have felt after his grandfather passed, we see and know that hes not good at connecting with people. hes bad at communicating and hes sensitive and he's scared of getting complacent. like, the all youth camp arc and atsumu calling him a goody-two-shoes is kageyama struggling with how he is changing, how hes trying to incorporate the influences he's gotten from his betters, and he cherishes it, but he's also felt like the advice he'd been given didn't also mesh with certain parts of himself. or, thats how i read into it, anyway. he tries so *hard* to be what ppl need him to be, and he's *so scared* of being rejected again. and this is hinata (and the rest of karasuno) telling him "HEY! we like you! we think you're smart and you dont have to shoulder connection all on your own! let us help you connect with us in a way where you feel comfy too :)" and then they talk about how they want communication! and it works!! and i just *rips into a pillow with my teeth*

HINATA'S PERFECT RECEIVE!!!!! so the inarizaki match is probably my favorite?? there are so many good moments but *this?* you wanna see me go insane? do you want smth thatll make me tear up? every time!! its just!!! a beautiful culmination of all of hinatas hard work that he's put into during the year! its his change of mindset! its his growth!! he's fallen a level deeper in love with volleyball and ive fallen a level deeper in love with his character

halo around the moon <3 Tsukki's block, his hard work, his character arc and development and everything is just *chefs kiss*. i remember the first time i watched the show, i,, *hated* tsukishima, and i think we definitely arent supposed to like him at first, but GOD does that turn around!! and this moment just feels so *earned* and *epic* and in the end HE STILL ISNT SATISFIED!!!!! he STILL wanted more!!! this point was worth 100 god fucking damn!!

im talking about the inarizaki match again!! but this time with a focus on Tanaka, who kind of struggled with this match! he was in a low place during it, felt stagnated and lame. Tanaka, as a character, i would say is best characterized by his mental fortitude and stability, funny enough. He's wild, but i think part of his visual design lends that as his base (since he's often compared to buddhas/monks). But in this match, we get more depth, we see him falter and struggle! it takes more than just a slap to his cheeks to get better (tho tsukishima does point out that he gets out of his depression pretty fast) but like, tanaka uses meaningful cognition to break his rut, and its also just like, advice that I've seen used for stuff like any kind of creative block as well. The visual during the animation, he's climbing up the stairs, he's slowing down, he's coming face to face with a canyon, a plateau. He sees two options, give in, or push forward and he picks "the cooler" one, and struggles forward, forces himself ahead! and kageyama backs him up too, by not letting him back down, assuring him that his usefulness hasnt reached its end and AUGH I LOVE A TEAM YALL

okay thank u so much for the excuse to ramble about haikyuu moments that mean everything to me <33333

#conspiracy lvl: ask #hq!!#kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #tanaka ryuunosuke #tsukishima kei #long post #haikyuu!!#haikyuu meta

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ibelieveinthejrsupremecy · 7 months

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‼️EMERGENCY POST‼️

I might potentially be homeless in a week! I don't have enough money to rent any place and I'm trying to reach out to friends and even co-workers for help, tips on this blog would be appreciated!

I'm 21 years old (until November of this year), I'm a trans man, and I'm getting kicked out by two emotionally abusive narcs and I desperately need help financially if I can't find a place to live. At this point, it feels like a life or death situation because I am losing hope for anything in life. Existing is just hard and if I can't find any help, I know I'm gonna do something stupid to myself.

TW: talk of transphobia, self-unaliving/harming thoughts, and emotional/psychological abuse under the cut.

I have been living with these two people for almost 3 years and I have been nothing but miserable. Initially they wanted to help me get on my feet but things changed when they found out I am trans. They have made transphobic comments such as "Do you have a dick between your legs?" "Are you sure you aren't just confused or genderfluid?" "Its your persona, not the real you" and more.

I have attempted to reach out to others about this, but they "don't want to pick sides" and let it happen. I have never felt more alone than I did.

Struggling with chronic depression and anxiety, I tend to lose motivation to even do the simplest things. Things like; showers, brushing my teeth, getting out of bed, remembering to do chores. That has gotten me into issues with my two roommates, always making me feel bad about those things. And when I attempted to explain myself, they would always say "We brought you in when your mom told you to move out, you should be grateful. We work full time jobs, you have more off time than us for being part time, you shouldn't be struggling to remember to do chores. You're lazy, irresponsible, you hardly do anything to help yourself and always say 'oh I forgot' all the time."

They tell me that I take advantage of their kindness and generosity. When I first started to live with them, they say they "allowed" me to cut my hair when I first did it, as if I had no say in what I did with my own body.

Everytime I was happy and in a good mood and said something, they pointed out that it was weird and stupid to say. They constantly made me feel bad whenever I expressed about being in a good mood over something I enjoyed. Everytime they're around, I always felt uncomfortable in their presence like I was walking on eggshells. Just their mere presence always made me uncomfortable.

It's only recently that I started to think of relapsing with self-harm, something I haven't done in probably 8 years? I do have a blade that I use as a self defense going to and from work. I haven't tho, thankfully, but I still think and consider it. I also started to think "things would be better if I was just gone. The people that I live with hate me, so it's a good idea" and thinking that scares me. I don't trust myself to be alone anymore. And if I do end up on the streets, I know I'll do something stupid because it would basically feel like I got nothing to lose.

I used to get so angry whenever they said or did any of these things. But living with them for this long, I'm just tired and more depressed than ever, and today was the final straw.

Today marks the day that they gave me an ultimatum; get my shit together in order to stay or get kicked out. So please, if you're willing to give me a tip on this blog, I would appreciate that a lot because now every. Penny. Counts.

#sameel's post #gay #insidejob #gn reader #helluva boss #male reader #across the spiderverse #sameel's writing #please help #pls help #serious post #homeless #reader #atsv miguel #fan art #emergency #hazbin hotel #transgender #transphobes

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