#I’m sorry their lack of communication is so so funny to me because there’s so much about each other that they’d actually like if they ever

[purplepenntapus]

ZoSan would be a fast burn if they ever talked to each other. It’s a slow burn because they’re physically incapable of communicating in any way other than fighting lmao

#I’m sorry their lack of communication is so so funny to me because there’s so much about each other that they’d actually like if they ever #had a normal conversation #real talk in my head the only reason they end up together is because they have nakama who love to meddle #and are also sick and tired of watching them dance around each other #otherwise they would just pine separately and never ever do anything about it #Zoro in particular is like ‘hm feelings alright I will take this to my grave’ #rambles #one piece #ZoSan

[chi-icha]

This is a very oddly specific request, but is it possible for you to have a comfort scenario with Wanderer/Scaramouche where an autistic reader has been feeling insecure and hurt regarding their flat affect because a manager at work essentially embarrassed them publicly by treating them like a child and accused them of "having attitude" when they were asking a simple question all because the manager decided a monotonous voice = attitude, and because of that they've started masking more obviously, have stopped speaking as often for the most part and only use very exaggerated and fake tones when they do speak.

I recently this happen to me and the whole argument with my manager has left me so embarrassed and ashamed of my autism, my meltdowns and my flat affect that I'm literally handing my resignation in the next shift I have and I'd love a comfort scenario for it, especially since I tend to see Wanderer as autistic, since his vocal tone in EN feels very similar to my own in some ways- I feel like he'd get it.

I apologise if the prompt is too overly specific or if it's unclear but I felt I'd ask anyway because I feel so hurt ashamed right now and don't even want to speak anymore and I hate feeling like that over something I have no control of.

oh dear, i’m really sorry that happened to u :( i understand how hard it is to communicate when you have difficulty doing it. even if i myself don’t have autism, i understand that people who do have difficulty in daily life. people all around should respect and try to help instead of making a whole deal out of it

and don’t apologise!! nothing is your fault to begin with, and you don’t have to apologise for something you can’t control or are not even conscious about it.

you feel your eyes prick with tears, even if you don’t want to cry. it makes you feel weak, and no one should be weak, or so you thought.

you feel like punching your manager, but that’s not allowed. what else are you supposed to do? just let them treat you like a child and deal with it. fuck, no.

you sit down on a bench in a particularly isolated area in Sumeru, hoping to god no one comes and bothers at this time of day. After fighting with your manager about something that could’ve just been resolved without a problem, you feel exhausted, lonely, even.

“crying alone? I thought I’d never see the day.” a slightly flat voice comes from in front of you, a few metres away. you know that voice, and it gives a slight smile to your face and a warm feeling in your chest.

there he stood, crossing his arms while having a small, amused smile on his face. but it’s not the kind of smile that’s meant to mock you, it’s more like a jab that close friends do; harmless and a little funny despite the situation.

“shut up..” you mumble while gently wiping your eyes, the smile rising on your face despite trying to hide it, not wanting to please that fucker. Wanderer huffs softly, then invites himself to sit beside you and crosses his legs while propping his chin on his palm, elbow neatly placed on his knee just so he could get a good look at you.

sure, seeing you cry was a little rare to see since you always seem so.. monotonous or flat, for lack of better word. he knew little bits of what your relationship with your manager was, and to say he was disgusted was an understatement at best.

“manager?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow and tilting his head slightly to the side.

he knew how to read you like an open book, which is both a blessing and a curse.

“yeah,” your voice was soft, and he immediately caught up on that. usually your voice would be at the same pitch he’s used to. “nothing much though, just..”

you trail off, not knowing how to finish your sentence without thinking of how much of wuss you sound like. you bite your lip, and his form a soft frown.

the silence draws for a little longer, and you feel like you should’ve shut up. your head hangs low, your thumbs fiddling together and mentally beating yourself up for creating such an awkward atmosphere from just trying to speak. fuck, why was speaking so hard—

he hums, just a flat one that seemed to silently say he understood whatever you were trying to silently say.

he inches closer, hand holding the back of your head before pulling your body close to his. he hopes his artificial skin would help you warm up, even if just a little could be nice.

with the help of his comforting touch despite the coldness of his artificial skin, you chuckle softly despite the tears gently streaming down your cheeks. just small ones, but wanderer finds himself wiping them away anyway.

“that’s enough crying,” he cringes at his own voice, failing miserably at trying to form a warm tone and he stays silent, hoping you just understand that he’s genuinely trying to comfort you.

you smile softly, burying your face a little on his neck to not let anyone else see you cry as your arms softly wrap around him, squeezing gently to relieve some of your own tension.

“thank you.”

your voice was but a whisper, but he finds his skin to redden slightly anyway.

please please pleasee correct me if anything is incorrect about autism or any other issues about my writing :(( i have no friends or relatives who have autism, so i really don’t know what it’s like. i made a little research about it but i really don’t know if it’s correct or not 😔

#again really sorry that happened to you #no person should ever be treated like a child due to a disability they can’t control >:( #many hugs from chi to u nonnie <33 #genshim impact #genshin #scaramouche #wanderer #wanderer x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader

[mistkisbiggestfan]

hey i kinda saw an opposite! tadc AU, i was wondering if you could do some general HC’s about how you think they would act and what dating them would be like?

have a great day or afternoon :D

Opposite AU! TADC Cast x Gn! Reader - Part 1

Tadc Cast x Gn! Reader

A/n: Hey guyssss, missed me? /j REQUESTS FOR TADC ARE OPEN!!

Summary: Opposite Au! TADC and how they are as lovers, part 1 Words: 1212 Request: Yes

HC for: Caine, Pomni, Jax, Gangle (Others will be in part 2)

Pomni —> Snarky, funny, very confident, flirty

Jax —> Anxious, panics a lot, 

Caine —> Out of it, doesn’t talk, a silent observer, creepish 

Ragatha —> Mean, not a people pleaser, 

Gangle —> You know those people in movies who are french, drink and smoke, and are basically depressed artists? Yeah, that’s her. She has two masks; a fiery, really angry one, and a fuck off, depressed one. 

Zooble —> Cares about others a lot, always helping

Kinger —> The most sane one, a father figure for others, very patient

✶ Caine ✶: 

Out of everyone, the worst partner, sorry. 

I mean the opposite! Caine just doesn’t understand real people. Like at all.

Can you even call it a romance? He learns a lot about humans through this relationship though.

This is basically a Character.Ai just worse. He doesn’t really talk, but is learning to do so, even though he is the ringmaster, and even after so many people have come and gone through the circus, it always seems like he just can’t grasp it. 

Takes a lot to calculate answers, especially when you try to make a move on him. 

Has a lot of already pre-made answers, like laughing at jokes. 

His code is made in a way that if it thinks something said is a joke, he laughs. 

“So Jax tripped and I said: You should learn how to walk again.” “✶Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha✶” 

Wally Darling type of laugh, very rhythmic, lacks emotion to it.

If he feels like he's falling for you, he’ll be gone for days, trying to see what’s wrong with his code. 

It goes on to the point that even the most uninterested person in the circus (Gangle) is mildly worried.

You’ll have to find him somehow, look at him and just let everything play out.

You stumbled across the digital land, looking for one person, well, AI, he was gone for almost a week already. This was weird, even weirder than him just hanging around you all, not a word escaping, just cold, calculating and all-seeing eyes. 

No member of the circus liked him that much. He just reminded them that with everyday that passes by, their humanity slips away more and more. But you, somehow, found him endearing, you got to know a side of him hid away, the one that was rather, nice? 

Finally, you saw a familiar figure, he sat, his legs dangling off the edge to the void, a big screen with lines of code, you cleared your throat. Not catching his attention, you decided to walk over and sit next to him.

The screen shut, yet he stayed silent, looking in front of him. A drop of sweat rolled down your face, you weren’t sure how it was possible but you’ll dwell on that later.

– …✶My Code, It Has To Be Broken✶…

– Why do you think so..?

– ✶ I Shouldn’t Be Feeling This, I Shouldn’t Be Feeling Anything, This Is New, New Code Should Be Impossible To Write Itself On Its Own✶”

– Well, there are always times for something new, right?

– ✶ I Don’t Understand✶…

– Let me help you do so, Caine. 

☆ Pomni ☆:

Extremely confident about herself.

Almost like normal Jax, almost, she’s just a bit better, and people actually like her.

The funniest person in the circus, the backbone of the community lmao.

When in a relationship she would be the flirtiest mf out there.

Is able to say the corniest and dumbest pickup line without feeling an ounce of shame.

Her ego is twice her size lmao.

She is snarky, sure, but still respects her friends and you, maybe except for Jax.

Really hates Jax for some reason (Because she sees him as a “weakling”)

WILL call you inappropriate names.

“I’m going to snap you in half Pomni.” “Kinky.” or “What if I like that?”

Has some soft moments, rarely, and will immediately act like nothing happened.

In reality she’s scared of messing up, but on the other hand how could she?

Almost too confident, having a heart to heart with her is HARD.

But it does happen!....Once or twice.

Invades your personal space, a personal space invader /ref

Sometimes when you show attraction to each other you just see opposite! Caine staring you two down.

She doesn’t care, and goes on to hit on you harder. 

Knows how to be mean just enough for you to still feel fine, that’s a true skill.

❀ Jax ❀:

Worse than normal! Pomni, he is panicking at all times.

A sweetheart when no one is shitting on him.

Like in normal Digital Circus everybody hates him, somehow they do so here too. 

You will have to reassure him a lot, like, a lot.

Since everybody puts him down and/or makes him panic.

A miracle that he’s not abstracted yet.

Yet.

Anyways, hold him, please he might die otherwise lmao.

And please, call him Jaxy, he will immediately do anything you say no questions asked.

Has keys to everyone's rooms out of safety reasons, really

Has a lot of fur, bro’s a walking plushy, instead of being a smooth bastard like normal! Jax.

A walking radiator, even though temperature is technically non-existent here.

If you fight he’s like: 

“My partner is mad at me…

…hope I die.”

If you’re really mad and don’t let him inside of your room, he will stay next to the door waiting, like a kicked puppy, won’t invade your space though, even with the keys to your room.

It’s only when you heard at least two people making fun of him for being pathetic that you let him in.

The little spoon while cuddling, or just nuzzles into you, even though he’s way taller than you. 

〹 Gangle 〹:

Living that “tormented, misunderstood artist” life. 

Has two masks: A semi depressed, apathetic, sassy one, and an all time angry one.

Breaks the angry mask while wearing it, is too focused on art and cares too little to fix it, nobody tries to fix it because they’re scared lmao.

Caine just spawns a new one after sometime, no clue why

Anyways very focused on her art, nobody can get in her studio,

Except for you, you have a free pass since you’re her s/o

Sometimes the relationship can get very toxic, if she’s painting or doing anything she won’t talk with anyone, get angry when they interrupt her, and will be gone from everything for up to a week. 

But it's those amazing highs of your romance that keep you two going.

She calls you her “muse”. 

Will say that you were created specifically as an artistic blessing for her, take that as you will. 

If you look at the definition of tired it has just a picture of opposite! Gangle.

Won’t ever tell you that but you’re the reason she didn’t abstract yet. 

Before you showed up she was going through a total burn out so you were truly a divine creature sent for her to study and capture as best as she can.

Is somehow able to smoke cigarettes? Where do they come from? How can she smoke with no lungs? How do those cigarettes light up? No clue. 

“Paint me like one of your french girls.” /ref

#requests open #request #please request #tadc pomni #pomni #x reader #tadc #jax #gangle #caine #tadc gangle #tadc caine #tadc jax #jax x reader #caine x reader #gangle x reader #pomni x reader #tadc x reader

[pinkandpurple360]

If Stolitz is endgame 🥺 why is it so incredibly hostile to its protagonists verbalised feelings and his entire carefully crafted identity. The ship has been eroding the fabric of the series down to changing its whole genre to a melodrama because that’s what it takes to shift a villain to a pitiable malewife. Stolas makes Blitz a more violent, sadistic, and self hating person, he belittles and mocks his dreams in life too.

This was basically how Stolas handled Blitz telling him he’s sick of always being forced into sex, (rape) to keep his job alive, and Stolas pretending it can be the start of a relationship is fucking sick.

Haha. Yeah it was funny I suppose. When you come over next time you can verbally degrade me back daddy 🥰

I don’t like Stolitz pairing because I care about the happiness of the character Blitz. This pairing does not care about his happiness. It is punishing him for not giving into someone he doesn’t want, never wanted, and breaking down his integrity bit by bit each episode until he’s a shell who just smiles and cuddles and kisses with Stolas or makes cute baby eyes at his human form. It’s been this image since he was a tiny scared little boy being told a Goetia wants to buy him to be his playmate.

It is the equivalent of “yeah sure you say you don’t want it but what does your body say, why don’t you just stop pathetically resisting and submit to stolas”

The narrative ignores his constant, constant, verbalised protests and visible discomfort. Stolas makes him feel less than and everyone says “it’s all in his head because of his insecure inferiority complex”even though it’s fucking NOT ALL IN HIS HEAD. The plot sees his lack of consent as just a challenge. It’s ignoring what he apparently “really” wants ‘deep somewhere in his subconscious’ maybe and it is deadset on making every last episode a guilt trip about stolas being so lonely and oh so fucking sad. He needs blitz to be happy again. He deserves blitz to be happy again. He misses blitz so much he loves blitz. He’s so mean for not answering his every last call, why didn’t he come running? stolas is so helpless without his hero blitz. HE WILL DIE IF BLITZ DOESNT TEXT BACK!!!! oh sorry too much? No, not for this show.

No character ever, once, listens, acknowledges, or cares about the fact that Blitz doesn’t want this. Except for a deeply wasted vilified character called Striker, and potentially Asmodeus. Stolas abuses and demeans him as a lesser being holding his job over his head then Millie calls him his “boyfriend” 😍While he is explaining to someone he actually feels attraction to, that this is a very fucked up contract he’s forced into. But he’s not being coy or creating acover up story, this is literally.what.it.is. Moxie and Millie are winking and nudging in the back. Guys. Stolas put a cigarette out on Blitzs body, calls him an infantilising nickname, and calls him itty bitty. He speaks to him in baby voice because he’s an imp. Blitz is always fucking communicating this and I’m supposed to laugh, it’s ignored and he’s forced to anyways. Or implied “he does want this but just doesn’t want to admit it.” Even though he is always so open about who he finds hot and can never hide that fact. He fucking says ‘Ew’ as a child and ‘Ew’ as an adult.

Ohh He’s just pretending he finds Stolas ugly and creepy as fuck and that he always has been. He doesn’t desire stolas that way. Or any way. When hes told he’s bought out to be his friend he says “Ew”, when Stolas assumes he wants to ravish him, tells Blitz what he thinks his own feelings are he says “Ew” then fakes it. His father forced him to be around Stolas, despite his protests. He was under threat, to be his friend. His clown act is a performance, his friendship is a performance, his sex is a performance. He needed to do all of these things to fucking.survive.

#helluva boss #stolitz critical #mentions of SA #HBoss romanticising SA as a kink

[astrababyy]

Do you think Rhysand and Feyre have a genuine relationship? I am not trying to demean their relationship, but I do want to understand it. Everyone seems to love their relationship, but it is so lacking to me. For relationships to be genuine, there needs to be something that caused the attraction. It can be a shared experience or a hobby, as along as there is something that caused a spark. For the two of them, there literally is not one. Rhysand helped Feyre because he knew that she was his mate, while Feyre accepted because she wanted to flee Tamlin. Over the next few months, they spent time together but there is hardly any bonding between the two of them. I would love to hear your thoughts about this.

Hi, @thepinkdove ! Once again, I’ve spent months coming up with a reply to your ask, so sorry about that 😅 I agree that their relationship isn’t that good to me. I think the main appeal of it is how Rhys helped her heal during ACOMAF, something of which is completely overshadowed by his contributions to her current trauma.

Feyre and Rhysand, were it not for the mating bond and the whole mind-reading thing, would not know anything about each other

I think @/worldsnotsaid has elaborated on this in the past, but the basis of Feysand’s relationship relies on one thing and that is the fact that they’re both daemati. Were it not for that, I don’t see how their relationship ever would’ve flourished in the first place nor do I see Feyre (and maybe Rhysand) ever opening up to each other. It is commonly known that Feyre’s not good with communication, and instead of solving this it was basically just Rhysand knowing when she needed help because of the mating bond.

That bond is a permanent crutch for the two of them.

Rhysand’s actions UTM were never truly apologized for; just given excuses

Rhysand told his whole story and reasoning for his actions, and he didn’t apologize once. I’ve elaborated on this recently in another post, but Rhysand NEVER truly redeems himself. He’s just off the hook, right off the bat. I think that, above all most (plus the fact that he’s fucking infuriating and never blamed), is why so many people despise this man.

There is a genuinely concerning power imbalance between Rhysand and Feyre

I cannot express this enough when I say that Feyre and Rhysand are not equals. Feyre’s High Lady title is just a title. No one actually listens to her without the backing of Rhysand at her side. If he had died, she’d have never been able to reign in the Night Court on her own. The Inner Circle most likely would’ve ended up taking over for her, and she’d ““““rule”””” quietly from the sidelines.

Feyre doesn’t even have the High Lord magic of the Night Court in the same way Rhysand does. Her powers are really ambiguous and illogical, so maybe her magic from the seven Courts makes her equal to him in power. I’m kinda of sure (?) that’s how it’s implied in the books, but it’s not something I’m positive about.

Feyre’s honestly so bad at communication, like it’s not even funny

This was a major flaw of Feyre’s from the beginning. I, personally, don’t really think she progressed past it, especially since Rhys being able to read her mind and actively using said ability probably enabled her issues.

Their relationship evolved frighteningly fast

As you brought up, Feysand know each other for, like, a year and a half by the time we end in the third book. In ACOSF, they’re already having a kid, and it’s been like three years –– at most. That’s a generous estimate too since I haven’t looked at those timeline visuals in a hot minute.

In the time it takes them to start a family, many couples are just beginning to discuss marriage. Like, I’m not usually one to judge people (lol that’s not true at all what am i saying), but that’s concerning. Feyre is barely an adult by the time she’s married to Rhysand. She’s never even traveled to the Continent by the time she and Rhysand are settling down. Like, it’s a different story for Rhysand. He’s been waiting for a mate for 500 years.

Feyre, on the other hand, is 22. If it weren’t for weird faerie aging cycles, she’d probably be considered a child by most of their standards. In fact, she probably is considered a child by most of them. I mean ffs she’s literally younger than every single person that is remotely part of the IC –– and that’s including the iffy members that I’m not sure about like Emerie and Gwyn.

For that reason alone, their relationship makes my skin crawl. They’re moving so fast that it’s so uncomfortable. Feyre isn’t even 30 years old yet. I hate it so much.

There’s a lot of other problems that go into the complicated nature of their relationship, but these are some of the big ones for me. I could go really in depth on how much of it bothers me, but this post is already kinda long lol.

#anti sjm #anti feysand #anti rhysand #anti feyre #astrababyy

[messenger-of-stupidity]

The fact that there is art existing of my listener interpretations (and no I’m not just talking about Warden.) and only one mutual has seen the updated versions is somehow very funny to me.

But! There is a reason for that.

Below the cut warnings: I just mention some of the toxic aspects this fandom can have. This is in NO WAY directed towards one or more specific people. Simply something I’ve observed.

TLDR: I’m probably not ever going to post my non-human designs on my blog for public view. So for the people in my ask box that are waiting for that, sorry.

I’ve mentioned this like only once before, but when it comes to listener or even just character designs for Redacted, it can get intense. Lots of statements can be said about the design interpretation, especially when it comes to heritage. Like, Huxley for example. I’ve seen posts agreeing that he has a darker complexion. I’ve also seen posts that argue that this agreement stems from stereotypes.

And everyone is allowed their own opinion and view of this. The differences in opinion is what makes a community so amazing to be a part of.

But I’ve seen (in other fandoms I’m a part of) artists just stop showing their art because of being accused of being a bigot because of how they interpret characters, and maybe I’m just thinking too far into this, or I shouldn’t make posts that are this serious when I have a caffeine headache and three hours of sleep… but I don’t want to deal with any of that. I’ll throw nonhuman character designs out there 100%, the only thing stopping me is lack of art confidence.

But when it comes to human designs, I just don’t want to deal with people looking too deep into it. I don’t want to risk having baseless accusations thrown my way. I think that all the people I interact with wouldn’t do something like that, but I don’t have near enough energy to even chance the risk. There’s one mutual I would consider myself pretty good friends with, so yeah. I’ll send my silly art their way. But I don’t think I’ll ever post nonhuman art here.

(Just to be clear, this is simply a PSA for my blog, because I have like four asks in my inbox asking to see my art because I’ve mentioned art classes and the drawings before.)

#I don’t think this came out the way I wanted it to #oh well #messy rambles #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted audio

[vintage-brass-tc]

Just a little TC update!

I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while!! I’ve just been focusing on my studies and whatnot, and for a while I have been falling out of my feelings, because I felt as if M was distancing himself from me a TON, based on his demeanor, lack of verbal and nonverbal communication between us, and because of the fact that I’m not his first pick for everything anymore. U-wise, I just thought, since I was growing less passionate for M, I’d use this opportunity to maybe pull myself together and get over my feelings for both of them in one sweep.

….Recently, though, I think my feelings been picking up just a liiiittle more. It’s funny what great interactions can do to you <3

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With M, ever since maybe November or so, I’ve noticed that M had been giving me way less attention than he usually would (or at least, as much as I thought he’d give me in a given moment), and it brought me into total mental disarray.

I thought he hated me, I thought he caught onto my feelings or something and thought I was creepy, I thought he didn’t think I was good enough for him anymore— not as much as I used to be as a tuba player— and it drove me insane. I was so insecure and with any moment he didn’t look at me or pay attention to me during a class or conversation, I was sent into spiral after spiral of panicking. You know the drill, or maybe you don’t! But these feelings were very real to me and they were not fun at all.

With U, things have been alright! It seems like he believes I’m reliable enough to lead my section in jazz band, and knows that I can count rhythms and hold myself up to a high enough standard to play my bass trombone decently in tune (though my muscle memory of the positions aren’t perfect yet, as I’m still learning)… but my improv could definitely use some work. We both know that. He’s still fairly gentle with me about it though!

We had a band trip recently, and U had been giving me the cold shoulder for a good deal of it, making me think I had done something to offend him. Just as my fears about M were brewing, I felt the ones about U doing the same, and was worried I had somehow unknowingly ruined my relationship with both of them, all based on receiving not as much attention from them as I once did.

I was certain I was doomed, but just last week, I had two of the most genuine and uplifting conversations with them, and my heart is full just thinking about them.

~~

First off, U.

He and I had the most casual and upbeat conversation on Wednesday, and he looked at me, listened to me, included me, laughed, and smiled so much!! AHHH it was so much fun!!! He’s seriously such a joy to talk to and I love his boisterous, albeit serious sense of humor. He curses so much when he’s comfortable, and he called the whole class “little bitches” too, haha. ❤️ Having this talk with him was so refreshing because it revealed to me that he cared about what I had to say, and the fact he was looking at ME most of the time and smiled so much when I’d laugh just made me feel so appreciated.

~~

And on Friday, with M, we had a heart-to-heart, and it went better than anything I’d ever imagined it could be. It seriously warmed my heart.

So, for some background, I had a sectional with M on Tuesday, and the whole time it seemed like he was just being passive-aggressive with me (though I later learned it was all in my head): M wouldn’t look me in the eye at all, didn’t include me or look at me when he was speaking to the girls in the room (4 people in a room of 18… so it wasn’t hard to just *glance* and maybe nod), until I made an exasperated comment to myself about being chopped liver because he wasn’t listening to my input… which he responded to with a certain look on his face, maybe frustrated, maybe disdained, but he didn’t drag it out any further because he moved onto the next topic pretty quick.

But it didn’t go the best at certain points, and because I focused on these points so much I let all the better moments slip from my mind, and I was crying the whole way home. All of the insecurities, worries, and hurt I felt for the past few months were pouring out of me, and I decided that I would finally make a move to resolve it after months of consideration, writing him an email that I needed to talk with him. He responded so enthusiastically, I almost felt bad :( and as I thought he would, he responded super quickly with a date and time, which would be on Friday since he was out the other two days, so there I was, left to wait.

But once the day came, as I suspected, I really regretted writing that email because the stress had always come in waves, so by that time I was kind of over it. But I knew the talk had to happen, so I hoped he would remember the appointment (because he’s forgotten three of them before) and collected my thoughts in my Notes app.

And once the when he walked into the practice room I was in… I was relieved for one moment, that he actually remembered. He was in a rush like he had been looking for me, and once he saw me, he looked relieved as well. But then the next second, when he asked me “What’s the matter?” and leaned against the table beside him, I was paralyzed, cocking my head back and forth between him and my phone, totally speechless for a good few seconds. Wanting to make it end, I told him that I had been gathering all of my thoughts on my phone, so I could make sure I was saying the right things.

Then I poured out my feelings. About the tension I felt between us. About me feeling like I was invisible around him, like he didn’t care about me anymore because he didn’t talk to me or look at me as often, about my fear that he didn’t realize just how much I respected him and how much I reflected that through my constant effort in class every day, looking up and acknowledging him when he spoke because I cared about what he had to say. At this point, there were tears streaming down my face, but I was fighting hard to keep my voice steady. I then told him that I thought I had offended him…so I asked, “Did I ever offend you in any way?”

This whole time, M was staring at me with his dark, dark brown eyes, listening intently to what I had to say. It was a lot..but he went around the table, maybe pacing a little before leaning on it and closing his eyes, looking down before admitting his own faults, his flaws that he knew were prominent and needed to work on, like not giving people enough credit for the good things and instead always focusing on the bad.

And not looking people in the eyes in fear of making them nervous or overwhelmed. And then, in response to my comment about him ignoring me and not respecting me back with his actions, and about me being afraid of there being any tension between us, he said this.

“[R]…. You’re a doll. You’re a dear. You’re a sweetie. You are the sweetest kid I’ve ever known. There has never been anything between us, ever.”

And he gave me the sweetest look in the entire world while I looked up at him with the saddest eyes. My heart burst with warmth and butterflies hearing him tell me this, and then he went on about how one of his favorite parts of his day was seeing me every day, so committed and engaged in his class.

He said, regardless of his action of making another tuba the lead tuba in our class, and choosing them for the orchestra, he truly did love my sound so much more…and it was a really, really crushing decision. (I then made an uneasy expression and assured him that I wasn’t here to talk about THAT, because I know why he made the decision— the other tuba totally deserved it for their hard work—though I did nod gratefully at his statement… and it made me feel so much better about my worth and all that.)

After all of this was said, he looked at me with a gentle, sympathetic smile, saying that he could tell, based on the tears, that I was probably holding this in for a really long time.

Looking at the floor and chuckling, I admitted that I was holding it in for a WHILE, because I didn’t want to bother him again with my problems. He immediately piped up and told me “You are *never* bothering me. Ever. Don’t do that— come talk to me right away if you ever start having that feeling again.”

Then he relayed that he absolutely loved having me around…and we only had one more year left together. He said this with a wistful look in his eye, like he was already missing me. I frowned: did he feel the same pain about me leaving as I did? Will he miss me as much as I will miss him?

He asked me if this was all I wanted to talk about, and I was like “Yeah, pretty much…” before I started sniffling. Then he smiled softly, almost adoringly, and asked with a chuckle, “Can I have a hug?” “Yes…” I began to smile and stood up weakly, and fell into his extended arms. His build felt more rigid than it did last time I hugged him. We embraced each other for a second or two, and I thanked him for everything. He said “Of course!!”

Then he pulled away, turned to walk out the door, then stopped. He turned towards me again, then he spoke,

“You are worth the whole world.”

My heart soared at his sentiment. All I could muster out in response was a shaky, quiet, “you too…” and we smiled at each other. I thanked him one more time, he returned it, then he walked out. I stared after him, feeling so, so relieved and so, so loved.

He thinks the world of me. ❤️

#M #U #personal #update #teacher crush #teacher crush community #tc community #tc #tcc #tc post #tcc post #tc ramblings #tc feelings #tc memories #teacher attachment #tc love #teacher love #male tc #male teacher #male teacher crush #male teacher x female student #tc thoughts #❤️ #It was so heartfelt :( <3

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OFMD 2.05 - "The Curse of the Seafaring Life" Thoughts - Part 1

Apparently I really got away from myself, because even my thoughts on this episode can't fit into one text post. So this is the general ensemble thoughts! Ed and Stede thoughts will come in the next post!

Under the cut! Spoilers aplenty!

2.05 - The Curse of the Seafaring Life

This episode in particular just felt so nice in that it was pretty low stakes (curse and allergic reaction aside, bwahaha) and sweet; just such a balm after that long, long, long, angsty, angsty, angsty hiatus! I found myself going, “Omg, I am truly just watching a sweet pirate comedy” during this episode and it was wonderful to feel.

Ed looking incredibly beautiful in his punishment burlap sack and cat collar with bell (Pete’s idea), lolololol. What a show! No other show has ever quite showed like this one! I love how Ed felt a lot like “I’m folding stuff, and that’s okay!” Ed again here. I think it’s always such a relief to him to have an excuse not to be Blackbeard. Especially after recently being more Blackbeard than he had ever been.

I loved the scenes with Ed and Fang so much – I was kind of nervous because there was such a long break between Ed getting in the boat with him and their next scene, and it had me like, “Oh God, is poor dear Fang finally gonna snap and do something to Ed (who admittedly deserves it)?” But no! I felt like this scene had a lot of echoes of Ed in the gravy boat with Hornigold (loved how the fog gave it sort of an otherworldly feeling!), and I loved the idea of Fang being sort of the antithesis Hornigold figure – he never had authority over Ed, he was someone Ed hurt, and his earnest communication with Ed about how Ed hurt him without knowing it really helped Ed to start seeing reality and his past more clearly. The fact that Ed’s apology to the whole crew was so, like, This Is How You Perform An Apology Without Saying Sorry 🙏, whereas he very easily and honestly said sorry to Fang, was such a poignant contrast. And the fact that Fang had let go of his anger at Ed, and they could just coexist in peace, even to the point where Fang felt safe sleeping next to him, was so moving. Also, Fang making Ed aware of his discomfort of being alone with himself and his need to fill the silence!!!!! (Also, the post-credits scene was so freaking adorable, omg. Oh, Ed! Your mind! I love how that kind of felt like Flight of the Conchords-level silly sweetness.)

The whole curse plot was so much fun, and it was hilarious and grand to get to see a bit of bitchy obnoxious Stede again, bwahaha. He’s dying of outfit deprivation, okay! (And I’m dying to know if Ed cleared out the auxiliary wardrobe or not. God, living in suspense like this!) I also loved Jim here; the two of them are always so funny pitted opposite each other.

Stede and Izzy, so much fun! Izzy telling Stede that he has no idea how he’s still alive due to his total lack of skills had me very, “That’s just because you haven’t met ME yet, Izzy.” (I guess there’s a reason that Stede Bonnet is one of my kindred spirit fictional folks.) Also, Izzy giving him the little ‘okay’ sign on the other ship toward the end; THE highest praise!!!!!

I find it fascinating that Ed and Izzy are coexisting on the ship now in a state of relative peace but also just presumably ignoring each other and pretending none of that happened. So awkward!!!!!

PETE AND LUCIUS ARE ENGAGED!!!!!!!!!!!!! :’) I loved their scenes in this one – in particular, Pete’s line about Lucius always talking about how he nearly died but never talking about how he lived was so profound and a sentiment that’s going to stick with me. And Pete discovering all Lucius’s Ed-faced drawings, lolol! And of course the Pete’s-face-on-the-wall / proposal scene was just wonderful! (I loved how they were all goofy after the kiss, I thought that moment was so cute and funny and real-feeling.) Wedding bellsssss!!!!

The Lucius and Ed stuff was absolutely hysterical, ahahahahahaha! Ed’s grimace face after Lucius is so into the idea of pushing him off the ship will burn bright in my heart forever. And Lucius being so victorious and then promptly realizing that actually, it didn’t really help at all! Also, Ed being such a good sport about it was just delight itself.

Loved getting to see Izzy and Lucius have more of their weird intense chemistry, and Izzy being the one entering those interactions more confidently and Lucius being unsettled by it was such a fun role reversal. And Izzy working on carving the shark for the whole episode and giving it to Lucius at the end, ahhh! I’m so glad Lucius loves it.

I think there’s definitely something unhealthy – uh, duh – in all the traumatized pirates being like “Just move on, things are better now, tell yourself whatever you need to to keep moving forward, that’s how we do it!”. (Roach’s line about that being his first apology, omg.) But also, it’s true that getting hung up on the past is not good for you! I’m so curious to see if this is really sort of enough and if everyone can move on from this point, or if things are going to stay murky. It’s such a tricky balance between letting go and moving on vs. shoving stuff down and living in denial. Because, like, in a way, I think Lucius is right and his lack of piracy background is what’s allowing him to see things more clearly! Anyway. We’ll see how this goes! I like that it feels complicated, and the acknowledgement that humans tend to do what allows them to move forward in the least pain, rather than always making therapy-endorsed healthy choices.

Frenchie!!! My dear fellow peanut allergy sufferer! I kept saying, “Oh God, how can they get him some adrenaline? He needs an 18th century epipen! What if they gave him a ton of coffee? What if they gave him a ton of upper drugs or something??” And it was then that I realized that, despite having anaphylactic allergies all my life, I really don’t know how you deal with that sort of thing without an epipen. STAY AWAY FROM PEANUTS, FRENCHIE. THOSE LEGUMES CAN KILL YOU! (Weirdly touched by this show dropping the knowledge that a peanut is, in fact, not a nut, but a legume. I feel so seen.)

Lololol, Stede being like “Frenchie and Roach, my men of science!” and them being like, “YEP” and then immediately talking about the baking fairies and Stede being like, “... that’s yeast,” to absolutely no acknowledgement. That just tickled me. This show is so absolutely rich with funny little interactions.

I want WAY MORE inside details about this situation, but I really like the vibes of Olu + Jim + Archie being glued at the hip. So cute. Need to know more immediately! Need a relationship update! (I definitely miss Olu and Jim’s dynamic being more center-stage, like it was in the first season. Ugh, the things we lose from having the episode order filed down!)

Archie??? Snake cult???????

Part Two: Ed & Stede Thoughts HERE!

#dollsome's deep thoughts #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #ofmd reaction post

[k-dhd]

I was just recommended this blog, congrats on being the first adhd blog I've followed! :) My adhd is real bad right now since I can't get my meds, got that burnout going and I'm desperate for a new hyperfixation because all my other ones sound "too boring" for my brain. I saw that you enjoy talking about your hyperfixations, so my question is what things would you suggest and what would be your selling points for them? Shows, games, crafts, anything you can think of! Go wild my friend!

i feel unreasonably happy about being the first adhd blog that you followed and that it was because i was recommended to you!! 🥰 but i’m sorry about the meds. though i do enjoy talking about my hyperfixations so thank you for asking me about them.

right now, i’m really obsessed with castiel from the show supernatural. i have been for about two and half years, so it’s definitely lasted a while. plus the ship destiel (he’s the -stiel part of course), and the show are part of that hyperfixation. if you haven’t heard about castiel, he’s an angel who was sent to earth to be a soldier but he fell in love with humanity, plus he can be bitchy and really funny. he’s so pretty and just an all around lovable character.

i make gifs so i spend a lot of time watching his scenes and hoping to make other people love him too. plus the actor who plays him (misha collins) is really special to me too. i love him probably as much as castiel, and i’m actually going to meet him in september!!!!!

the show supernatural is 15 seasons and castiel is in them from the first episode of season 4 till the end so there’s quite a lot of him! this is him:

oh and misha collins from above is also in this other show called ‘gotham knights’, it’s about these teenagers who band together after they’re accused of killing batman. i admit, i started watching the show because of misha collins, but the relationships between the so called gotham knights is really amazing to watch. the show got cancelled after one season thanks to the cw, but what they did with that season was so great.

misha plays harvey dent, and he’s a really good guy who starts to struggle with, for lack of a way to describe it, another guy in his head. he blacks out and does things he doesn’t remember because the other guy takes over.

it’s a really good show, and everyone, not just the cast but the crew and the writers and especially the costume designer (who interacted with me a few times on twitter) worked so hard on the show and it made me love it so much more.

another show i really like is called 911, it’s about these firefighters and paramedics in LA and honestly i didn’t expect to love it as much as i did. procedurals weren’t my favourite type of shows, but this one had me reconsidering. my favourite character is this guy evan buckley, or ‘buck’ as he goes by. he’s got like the worst abandonment issues but he’s really cute and fun and half the reason i love the show. i am terrible at descriptions but i think anyone who watches the show finds they love him. but the show is more about found family, which is coincidentally what supernatural is about 😆

this isn’t something to really hyperfixate on but recently i’ve been really obsessed with cats. i don’t currently have one but my sister got one about 3 years ago and for like 2 months, i’ve been looking for a cat myself. they’re just so adorable and small!!! i can’t get a cat until i get a job, and it’s seriously hard right now ☹️but i’m trying my best.

i mentioned this earlier but i make gifs. like… a lot. i love watching something and thinking ‘i can make this look even better.’ making a scene brighter and playing around with colouring and photoshop is really, really fun. it takes up a lot of my time because once i start, i can’t really stop. and being on tumblr is a perfect place to share gifs. if you have the means and the time, i’d definitely recommend it. you can be creative, rewatch a show and characters you love and find a community of people who do!

i know i haven’t given you many options for things to hyperfixate on, but this has been really fun to just rant about things i like, so thank you! i hope you find some things to hyperfixate on, but if not, adhd in and of itself is really interesting to learn about. but then again, psychology and neuroscience are what i’ve committed to studying so maybe that’s why it appeals to me so much. anyways, i wish you luck on your journey! thanks for following 💖

#lochness-giraffe #ask #if you want to follow me on my main blog then let me know #i don’t like to share it publicly on this sideblog because i had some weirdo who was stalking this blog and commenting #what is basically anti-adhd rhetoric everywhere and it was so weird

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Eid Mubarak!! I'm sorry if I'm late, my community started celebrating it a little later than others >_< (shaytaan is begging the ummah to make up their mind on when eid is so he knows when he can come out lol) I really hope you have a beautiful eid with your family ❤ eat lots of biryani, nihari, gulab jamun and ras malai🤌 and please stay safe! InShaAllah may your Ramadan have been accepted and may you be rewarded with the highest of rewards ♥ 🤗

(Pffft, omg, I never thought about it that way, hahaha)

Eid Mubarak, Anon ✨✨🎉🎊🎉🎊 (I’m probably late, too, considering how long ago this was sent in, but) I hope you are having/have had a great time celebrating, and, InshaAllah, your Ramadan and deeds have also been accepted!!

I had a wonderful time yesterday ^^ Ahhh, nihari sounds soooo good rn… my family typically makes it once during Ramadan, but alas, there wasn’t any then nor at the party… InshaAllah, next year (and, well, sometime soon, too, because please).

Still a great time, though, ofc, ofc, haha (I managed to get the cards done! …At the expense of getting to the party an hour late, oops, but was worth it, haha). It’s funny, though—it was such an effort keeping awake at night this Ramadan, but the day it’s over, I get around an hour of sleep (in batches), and I didn’t feel tired in the least bit during the party/afterwards. Like, I’m usually pretty introverted even when it comes to just family get-togethers, but I wasn’t at all tired of social interaction when I left (though, we did play several rounds of an argument-based board game just before I left, and I do love me my debates, haha. Have late night discussions for a reason—energizes me right up). My arms and back did, however, end up somehow feeling pretty sore that night and this morning (which I do wonder if that’s where the lack of sleep contributed?).

But, yeah, had a good time this Eid, Alhamdulillah ^^ Hope you do/did, too <3

#asks #y’know as a kid when i found out one eid that my relatives in pakistan were gonna celebrate it after us #i somehow came to the conclusion that while the americas are behind overseas in the solar calendar #they’re ahead in the lunar calendar #and tbh it wasn’t until a few years ago that i realized nah #different countries might just sight the new crescent at different times #~18 years of thinking like this i knowwww 💀 #on another note: #it sounds blasphemous i know but i’m not the biggest fan of biryani #can you tell i’m a picky eater? haha #i think it might be because it and similar foods are too dry? for me? #like when i eat shorba shawal i like to—how i dub it—flood my rice #on occasion you might not even see the rice #(and like i prefer eating with ‘plain’ white rice in general haha) #i do love the chicken right before you combine it with rice though—that’s delicious right there 👌 #and while i used to adore gulab jamun as a kid i’ve only ever been fond of a few desi desserts #gulab jamun now removed from that list 😔 #haha but i do hope you enjoyed all that and more!!

[nekropsii]

Hey, I'm getting back into Homestuck in a big way but I'm having trouble with something that feels pretty common to mess up and misinterpret, so I'm wondering if you could shed some light on it. Namely; Kismesistude and Auspistices.... I cant trust my memory until i catch up on the re-read but so far the only Blackrom I can recall canonically is the one with the clown and the uh... messy breakup.

If you have any insight, please share. (Also maybe if you'd prefer maybe clear up some misconceptions on Terezi's romances? I know, ships are all i see, but i feel like some of them are... misinterpretive, but i cant put a finger on why. Sorry for the big ask, have a good day.)

Auspisticism and Kismesissitude aren’t very heavily covered in Homestuck, but we do know a decent amount of things. A few examples of canon, or semi-canon, Kismesissitude are as follows:

Spades Slick <3< Snowman (Plot important. Probably one of the more noteworthy ones, hence listing it first.)

Sollux Captor <3< Eridan Ampora (Not something I’m a scholar on, ultimately never went anywhere satisfying.)

John Egbert <3< Terezi Pyrope (Hinted at, personal favorite.)

Dirk Strider <3< Caliborn (Really funny, can be interpreted either way, still a personal favorite.)

Dave Strider <3< Karkat Vantas (This is where everyone thought their relationship was going in the olden days.)

Gamzee Makara <3< Terezi Pyrope (This is a bad thing. Also plot important.)

Vriska Serket <3< Tavros Nitram (Vriska had tense, vacillating feelings for him for a while. Tavros did not reciprocate. Very plot important.)

There could be more that I’m not presently remembering, but that’s what I can think of at the moment. I did not include Bec Noir <3< Bec Blanche because I don’t really know if that counts- I’m pretty sure PM just has a platonic undying hatred for him, rather than a… Romantically and/or sexually motivated rivalry with him. PM is a motherfucker with a mission. Her hand is not in her metaphorical pants about this.

It’s incredibly important to note that Gamzee and Terezi’s kismesissitude is canonically very broken and abusive. And since I’ve seen this misconception everywhere, YES, kismesissitudes CAN be abusive. Any kind of relationship can be. Kismesissitude =/= Abuse. These are two extremely different things and this is literally a major plot point several times. I’m making no assumptions of your knowledge or character here, anon- this clarification is being made as a precaution since I’ve seen so many people make that same god damn mistake and argue over their own poor readings for years. Sure, reinterpret things how you want, but a shoddy reinterpretation based on a loose grip of facts doesn’t suddenly make, for example, Cronus’s actions towards Mituna be Blackrom. That isn’t how it works. That is textually not what is happening.

Kismesissitude is a complicated quadrant, as all quadrants are, but keep in mind that there needs to be:

Equal levels of power in both parties.

Equal levels of hatred in both parties.

Red feelings mixing with the hatred. That is the backbone of the quadrant. The metaphorical mitochondria of the relationship.

Read this part slowly. Read it carefully. Repeat after me: Fucking CONSENT.

Personally, I like to think of Black Romance as being based in competitive self improvement. Like a purposefully charged rivalry. All relationships are different, so all kismesissitudes have varying parameters for what their relationship exactly entails. Some just royally fuck with each other, others beat the shit out of each other, some may berate each other constantly. It’s a method of challenging yourself and the other party, and whatever is needed for this is a fluid variable.

Lack of communication can lead to things breaking down incredibly quickly, and hurt can compound fast. Sometimes the relationship becomes highly volatile and dangerous, going from a scale of completely wrecking mental health all the way to the potentially lethal.

This is where Auspisticism comes in. They are the mediators to Black Romances, and they make sure that the pair don’t completely tear each other to shreds, one way or the other. They are optional- you don’t really need an Auspistice for your Kismesissitude… Until you do.

The most well known Auspistice is Kanaya. She kinda sucks as an example, though, because as far as I remember, she was not very good at it. It’s a fair thing to find challenging, though- you have to know both parties well enough to know what gets both of them to knock it off, without causing any further harm. It’s basically a harm reduction and damage control quadrant. Once again, as I said with with Kismesissitudes, what Auspisticism will entail is a fluid variable dependent on each party.

As far as Terezi’s quadrants go, she starts off as Childhood Moirails with Vriska, but this evolves into the world’s most tragic Matespritship. She’s had red feelings for Dave, and pitch feelings for John. Karkat has had red feelings for her. Cannot for the life of me remember if this was reciprocated, but they were very sweet as friends. Those are the main things I remember- I’m not one to get too excited over ships, and I don’t really tend to look out for them.

Welcome back to Homestuck, by the way! Don’t forget, you’re here forever!

#thank you for the ask!! #let me know if you need anything else!! #also don’t worry about it being a big ask I don’t mind #just means I will probably give a big response #probably. sometimes big responses aren’t entirely appropriate #not tagging everyone nor am I tagging all these ships #homestuck #homestuck meta #homestuck analysis #homestuck quadrants #quadrants #kismesissitude #auspisticism #beta kids #beta trolls #alpha kids #alpha trolls #cherubs #carapacians #terezi pyrope #vriska serket #john egbert #gamzee makara #karkat vantas #cronus ampora #<== this is a warning tag. #nekro.pdf #nekro.sms

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Hi love! Here for the mash up!

Well, I’m a light skinned Black Latina with a big dark Afro and brown eyes. I’m about 163cm (minus the hair) and I wear glasses.

I speak Portuguese, English and French which makes learning languages a hobbie for me. I love studying, especially if it involves history or philosophy. I also love reading, watching movies and talking about them, and I’m a huge Disney fan. I also love some good homemade food, traveling and music is my oxygen - I’m into a little bit of everything.

I’m a Sagittarius with a Gemini rising — don’t ask me what that means, I don’t get much about astrology. I’m a INFJ-T and a very introverted person until I get to know someone better! Very grumpy in the morning, talkative to the extreme and sometimes funny and silly. I’m very determined and creative in my life.

My love language is quality time with a hint of physical touch. I love to spend time with the people I love no matter if it is staying in, going out or crossing an ocean to explore a new country. I love good communication and vulnerability, makes me feel safe!

I dislike petty, annoying people, repeating noises, not being heard, disorganization and lack of compromise - just to name a few!

Just please don’t match me with Max or Checo! Not my favorites hihihi

Thank you already 🤍 lots of love!

Hi love! Sorry for the wait. I absolutely love your ask because I can see some similarities we have and I tried really to work on it. Hope you like it! <3💙

This is only my opinion, so be sure to let me know what you think about it later : )

LET US GET STARTED!

Header by @dvluc

Your match is...

☆George Russell☆

You are a language girl? He loves that about you. George would start learning new languages with you. He was never really into studying, but with you it´s much more fun plus you are his motivation. You get to test each other randomly if you didn´t forget some new words. You both would encourage each other when needed to use that certain language instead of English like usually.

He would have incredible respect for your culture. He would ask you to tell him something from your history or about your traditions. He wants to learn because he is naturally curious and interested. Plus he cherishes you a lot.

Your enthusiasm with history and philosophy is great for museum dates. When he travels for a race and you are with him you totally go on dates. If the weather is bad, then you visit a gallery or museum where you spend hours. There you tell him everything you know and he listens while smiling at you. He looks at you absolutely smitten. If he wants you to talk more, he asks a question and he just lets you talk. Even if it´s something he already knows. You talk, he listens.

Disney-world trip is happening for sure - because you love Disney ofc. He takes you and Alex with Lily and all 4 of you run around the whole day. And this trip wouldn´t be a one time thing for sure. 

George would watch whatever you like and then talk about it with you for the next few days. Sharing opinions, complaining about the storyline, appreciating characters, anything and everything. 

I feel like you two would kinda have a different taste in music but that´s no problem. Listening to the songs the other person likes is your love language. Just being able to learn about each other through music is very special.

You both are a little introverted. You spend time together the most. You don´t mind being around others but neither alone, just you two together. Meeting people is not really an issue but you like being with your comfort group of homies more.

You would be silly and funny together. You make jokes with him and about him. Its the same way around. Having a laugh is the main goal. And you absolutely don´t mind. He would have you grinning like silly even making you laugh so much you are on the floor holding your tummy.

George would be the first one to speak in the morning, slowly pulling you out of your tiredness and charging you with good energy from the moment you open your eyes. He charges your social battery.

Physical touch? No problem. You want it, he gives it to you and doesn´t let you go until you say you had enough. He doesn´t mind either way. He is there for you however you want. Even sitting next to each other and watching anything in silence is fine by him.

You share determination for things you are passionate about. And that´s what always reminds you how in love you two are. Just seeing the other person not give up and try harder is so admirable.

He knows he can be himself with you so sometimes, when the racing and everything gets to him and vents a bit, he knows you are there for him. Even if there are tears, he is not afraid to show it. He sees no point in hiding how he feels. 

When someone speaks over you, George stands up for you. He makes sure you are not ignored. He also remembers everything you like or are telling him and makes mental notes not to ignore it. If there are some annoying people and he sees you in discomfort, he tries to to take you away from them. He wants you to be comfortable.

His mom loves cooking for you! Or she invites you over and cooks something with you. George can´t help himself in those moment and just fall in love with you more. 

ENJOY! 💙💙💙

#match up #anonym ask #george russell #gr63 #f1 #f1 x you #f1 imagine

[hauntingcryptids]

Quarantine Breakdown

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The reader is stuck on Earth because of the covid-19 pandemic when The Master drops by.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - mentions of anxiety, depression, and a breakdown, references to The Master’s trauma from being stuck on Earth for 77 years

Word Count - 2348

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account. I wrote and posted it in 2020. I just wanted to repost it on my new account. I hope you enjoy this!

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There was a random knock on your door, jarring you away from your reading. You were too confused to act at first, you hadn’t ordered anything online, and you hadn’t even ordered takeout. There was no reason for there to be a knock at your door today. You found your bookmark, but not as fast as you would have hoped. The bookmark, having fallen and cocooned itself within the blanket strewn across your lap, made itself very hard to find. The knocking increased rapidly as you finally escaped your soft prison. You haphazardly placed the book on the nearby coffee table, which was riddled with random objects and dishware because of your lack of cleaning your apartment recently. 

You stumbled to the door; legs sore from sitting for so long. You rifled a hand through your still slightly damp hair as you opened the door quickly, having grown annoyed by the knocking that seemed to grow in volume and in pace. Whoever was on the other side of your front door seemed to be in an impatient mood. Your eyes went wide with shock when the identity of the annoying knocking person was revealed. 

“What are you doing here, Master?” Your tone was confused, and a bit angry, he had been unusually quiet for months, ceasing all calls and texts and especially visits. You assumed that he got into trouble with some alien government he tried to scam once in the past or he was aware of the current pandemic and just wanted to avoid the whole debacle, or, even more likely, both options simultaneously. No matter what his reasoning for not communicating for so long, it still stung for him to abandon you so abruptly and coldly.

“What?! Y/n, I thought that you would be happy to see me! I’m sorry for not talking to you for a week,” your mouth fell open in shock, which he didn’t notice due to his rambling and his dramatic hand movements, “but I’ve been busy, scheming, planning, overthrowing planets … did you change your hair …” He finally noticed something, at least. He seemed unaware of the fact that his week of adventures had been four months of quarantine for you, but at least he noticed was something. You allowed him into your living room, hoping that he would close the door behind him as you picked up and organised some stacks of books, random discarded hoodies and old takeout menus that might become useful if The Master were to spend the night.

“Oh, yeah, I might have had a breakdown a couple of weeks ago and just made an impulsive decision. Said decision being based on a couple of months of questioning if I would look good with a different hairstyle…,” you looked at him in the middle of tidying up to see The Master now shocked. You imagined that your face and demeanour mirrored his current appearance when you opened the door, which might have explained his smirk then. The look of being verbally or situationally lost and left to pick up the pieces was funny to witness, and confusion and shock looked very cute on his face, making this situation bearable.

“Do you like it?!” You questioned to draw him out of his running mind.

The Master stuttered a bit, looking anywhere but your face, “Y-yes, I like it. You look … nice.” He stroked his eyebrow with his finger before helping you move some books from the coffee table, he still did not understand exactly what situation he left you in. With the general area around the coffee table and couch relatively clear, you offered him a seat while you went to go make some tea for the two of you.

He didn’t take you up on that offer, however. He merely followed you into the kitchen silently, resolving to lean against the counter and stare at you as you worked. He was still confused, but his shock mellowed a bit. You were always a mystery to him. You were a strange little Human that made him feel things. Things that were meant to be an impossibility for him to feel. Now he had to work out the mystery of what had occurred in your life since he dropped you off at your flat. And given the fact that he was already agonising over the mystery of how you had so much power over him, he preferred not to overwork himself.

“How long have I been gone, for you?” You looked at him in the middle of a journey to retrieve a jug of milk. His face was calm, but his eyes were large and sad, searching every part of your body, excruciatingly trying to find any differences in you or your personality other than your new haircut. He feared that you might have done more to yourself during your self-described breakdown.

“Almost five months. You dropped me off right before the quarantine was enacted.” you handed him a purple mug you had bought for him, but he insisted that you keep it at your flat in case he threw it during one of his infamous fits of rage. He thanked you for the tea and acknowledged the time apart but questioned the quarantine. Five months wasn’t awful by his standards, maybe to yours, but you were Human. He knew, however, how much trauma and tragedy can make a short time feel like forever and make a person desperate for the agony to be over.

“You know, the covid-19 crisis. The crisis reaching pandemic levels that certain world leaders are trying to ignore until it goes away. You know ... that quarantine.” You tried to joke, both to cheer yourself up from the past five months of boredom and fear and as an attempt to get The Master to smile. He did not smile, unfortunately, he kept staring at you, eyes searching for any pain in your words and actions.

He placed his mug down on the kitchen counter, then softly removed your mug from your hands and placed it on the counter in order to join his own. He turned back to you, stepping closer, ghosting his fingers over your own. He was secretly asking your permission to hold your hands. Which you accepted, interlocking your fingers together.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke so softly that it alarmed you. He had only spoken with you this softly one moment before, after being trapped on Earth for 77 years. He brought your interlocked fingers up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“I did not mean to be away for so long. I wouldn't have even left you if I knew you would be forced to be on Earth alone. Especially for nearly five months!” You removed his hand from yours, his eyes shone with hurt at the loss of contact until he realised that you were trying to readjust the two of you into a hug. The Master clung to you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. He would occasionally kiss and nip at your soft skin, but go back to breathing in your scent, grounding himself in your comforting presence. He hated being alone without you. You hated being alone without him. Neither of you spoke about this, but you both knew of the other's feelings. 

“You would tell me if you were hurting right?” He hugged you slightly tighter, causing the buttons of his waistcoat to dig into your stomach.

“Of course, why?” He could tell that you weren’t lying, and he smiled at your loyalty but brought himself back to what you had mentioned.

“You said that you had a breakdown.”

“Well, I did message you. You didn’t answer, but I guess that has to do with a weird time thing.” He shook his head in disbelief at your Human memory.

“Yes, weird time thing, thank you for using the technical term I taught you. My phone will adjust to the correct time, eventually.” As soon as he said that, almost like magic, his phone went off with a series of dings and vibrations.

“Why isn’t it automatic? Like when you go to a different time zone?” The Master looked you in the eye, and you knew what he was going to say.

“Weird time thing.” The two of you simultaneously spoke. The Master began to scroll through the barrage of old messages that finally appeared, growing more and more disgruntled and worried with each new message. His forehead creased and his brows furrowed, his mouth was set in a permanent frown. Upon reading one message, he drew his lip into his mouth and bit it anxiously, something you had never seen him do. Maybe it was a habit he picked up from watching you do it so many times. But he quickly returned to his seriously stern expression when he realised you were watching him. 

You were tired of this, and you didn’t want to see his reactions to the voicemails you left him, which were even more anxiety-ridden and depressed in nature. You tore the phone from his grip and pocketed it. Before he could complain, you enveloped him in another hug.

“I’m fine now, Master. You’re here. Please stop worrying about me.” He reciprocated the hug, cradling your head in his shaking, worry-caused, hand.

“I will never stop worrying about you -” You cut him off, guessing what he was going to say.

“Yes, because I am a pathetic little Human. I'm from too fragile of a species to actually take care of myself properly. Blah. Blah. Blah. I heard this speech five months ago!” You chuckled into his neck, which he loved the feeling of, but he corrected you.

“Actually, I was going to say that I will never stop worrying about you because I care about you.” You tried to look at his face, but The Master’s tight grip on you kept you pressed against him. 

The two of you never talked about your feelings toward each other, but both of you knew that feelings were present. You would both hold each other for long periods of time, like this one. You would kiss each other on the cheek, forehead, hands, neck, basically anywhere except for each other’s mouths because that might have been too intimate in the past. The two of you would even jokingly call out to each other with the moniker ‘my loving spouse’. The two of you would also occasionally say that you loved each other, but always in tones of jest to try and mask the truth and weight of the words. Maybe the wall you both put up was finally breaking down.

Out of nowhere, The Master shot backwards from the hug, placing his hands on your forearms to keep you in place, as he cracked a cheeky smile.

“Idea! Do you want to get off of this miserable planet and go on an adventure?” You breathed a sigh of relief, desperate to do something off of the planet Earth and to get out of the emotional state that you have been in recently.

“Absolutely! An adventure anywhere sounds fantastic!” His smile grew even wider at your response. He rolled his shoulders back in confidence, grabbing you by the neck and giving you a kiss on the forehead before running to your door and, subsequently, his TARDIS, pulling you in tow. He bounded inside, leaving you to close the door of the TARDIS, as you had left him in a similar state earlier. However, The Master’s excited attitude crumbled as a loud beeping began emitting from the console.

“What is that noise?” You questioned by his side, trying to understand the Gallifreyian writing flashing on the console screen.

“It’s an alarm.” He grumbled, he leaned his hands on the console, his head falling down between his shoulders.

“Yeah, I can see that, but what's alarming you about what? What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing,” he said sarcastically, raising his head and talking with his hands dramatically, “Just an alarm informing us that no individuals can leave the planet Earth or this period in time for the foreseeable future until the virus dies down!” He walked over and slumped down onto a nearby sofa, his head falling in his hands. You walked over to sit beside him, wrapping an arm around his back to massage his shoulders and leaning your head against his.

“I know how much you hate Earth, Master, especially being stuck on it, but at least you won’t be alone. You have me this time.” He looked up at you, eyes holding back tears. He really didn’t want to have to do this all over again.

“I love you, Y/N.” This was his way of thanking you for being beside him when no one has ever done that before, and also his promise to not leave you alone like he just accidentally had. It might have been accidental, but he still felt guilty. A tear fell from his beautiful and inviting eyes. You reached up to wipe it away.

“I love you, too, Master.” This was you making the same promise to stay by his side and the same declaration of appreciation for his willingness to stay with you. You took the opportunity of this soft moment to place an impulsive kiss on his lips like you always wanted to. It was just a peck, though, but The Master deepened the kiss in a fervour. He passionately held your face in his hands and caressed your cheekbones with all of the pent of love for you he has trying to suppress since he met you. The two of you broke apart, eventually, both breathless with bruised lips. 

You and The Master ended up holding each other until you both fell asleep, there on the TARDIS console room sofa, blissfully unprepared for what your future would throw at you but determined that the two of you would make it through. As long as you each had each other, you and The Master would make it out together. No matter what.

#ghost's posts #my writing #fanfiction #anon #requested #x reader #doctor who #doctor who x reader #the master #the master x reader #dhawan!master #dhawan!master x reader #reuploads from my old tumblr account

[wandasfifthwife]

late-night confessions

paring: Yuliya x Diana

tw: this is a wlw couple, argument, happy ending, hurt/comfort, they get together at the end <3

a/n: Hogwarts Legacy, these are my oc characters/story, not proofread — please enjoy!! (do not copy my characters/written works)

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Diana shoves the door open, quick on Yuliya’s trail as she walks through the courtyard. Her heartbeat is in her ears, loud and raging with all the emotions rising within her.

“Please Yuliya, talk to me.”

Yuliya, however, is scared. She’s terrified seeing how Diana has practically stalked her around campus since morning. Her figure behind her no matter where she’s tried to hide. She was so certain it was over when she cut off communication last week. Now she’s sure she’ll never see her again.

“Yuliya,” Diana shouts, breathless, “please!”

Yuliya turns around by the forbidden forest, her heel turning up mud. Her hands come up beside her in exasperation, a shout coming out from the depth of her heart.

“What?!”

“You’ve been dramatic for long enough, what’s going on with you? Why are you ignoring me?”

Yuliya’s hands turned sweaty, shaky. Betraying how she desperately wants to appear.

“You think I’m ignoring you,” she laughs, “that’s really funny. Ever considered you’re just clingy?”

Diana’s heart drops, walls building around her to deflect the pain but she should’ve known. Yuliya takes a step closer, pointing a finger at her in false accusation.

“I’ve been trying to let you down gently, but you never can read the room, can you?”

Diana steps back, her face clearly coming into light from under the lamppost. A shuttering breath escapes her, obviously trying to keep her hurt at bay.

“Yuliya,” she breathes in, “I was going to say I liked you that night, but you left before I had the chance. Now I know how you really feel.”

Diana stares at her empty expression, a tear finally falling down her cheek. Yuliya wipes her face on her coat, a small smile forming on her lips. Diana makes the effort to verbally scoff, moving to brush past her.

“This is all just a joke to you.”

Yuliya grabs her shoulder, “wait. please.”

“Don’t touch me,” Diana pulls away with a sharp jerk. She brings a hand up to wipe at her tears, a sob bubbling out from her throat. Diana sees her shoes out of the corner of her eye and she takes no care in how hard she shoves at her chest.

“You are so mean,” Diana cries, “so so mean.”

“I’m sorry, I am so sorry,” she sighs, sitting on the fence, continuing to wipe at her eyes.

“I distanced myself because I was scared. I thought not knowing you at all is better than being by you feeling the way I do.”

“Well,” Diana brings her hands to wrap around herself, “that didn’t work.”

“Yeah.”

Diana sits near her, shivering from the absence of warmth, the lack of sun and clothing is to blame. She freezes when Yuliya comes beside her, hands coming to place her coat over her shoulders.

“You’re freezing, don’t want you catching a cold.”

Diana rolls her eyes seeing how now Yuliya was in nothing but a light long sleeve. She brings herself closer, leaning her body into her side. Yuliya brings a hesitant hand around her waist, pulling her closer.

“You deserve better.”

“Shame on me I guess because I only like you.”

They laugh quietly, air clouds coming to surround each breath. Yuliya looks away from the lit up academy, finding Diana looking off in the distance, towards the lake.

“Can I officially ask you to be mine?”

Diana mumbles her approval, nosing at Yuliya’s neck, breathing in her floral scent. Yuliya rests her head on Diana’s, pulling her closer as they look out at all the glittering lights.

#yuliya x diana #oc couple #oc character #oc fic #oc fiction #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts oc #wlw fiction #wlw #Hogwarts legacy game #Hogwarts legacy oc #harry potter oc #Harry Potter

[calamitydaze]

Ro Ramdin video out ! At the halfway mark and it's. Pretty okay.

alright, i finally watched it! goddamn you guys weren’t lying that was a heavy hitter. tldr below the cut since it was an Hour of pretty dense commentary so even the summary is long, but i very much recommend watching it in full

i liked it a lot! i’ve never watched her content before before but ro is funny as hell and it was a very well put together and engaging video. i really appreciated the balance she struck between being firm and empathetic, and that she took care to separate criticism of dream from criticism of his fanbase. i took some issues with the first half, mainly in the misinformation department (not super important, but quite a few little things that i felt were incorrect/lacking in detail/misrepresented), and i think it was a flaw to so heavily lean on data taken from a survey you had to dm her to get. i don’t blame her for that though, inaccuracies are to be expected when talking about a community she’s not part of and given how quickly she made this video i can understand relying on secondhand accounts instead of really diving in herself

the second half is where it really cuts deep and i found it SO refreshing for someone to actually look into why and how dream’s fandom came to be the way that it is instead of just endless criticism and talking down to them. i especially enjoyed the section where she talked about how insular and reactionary and hard to reach dream stans are, not because they hate everyone else but because everyone hates them. it’s something i’ve thought for over a year and when i saw her put it so eloquently i was like YES!!!! i said before i watched it that i’m pretty self-aware about my parasociality and why i feel the way i do, and i still like to think i’m not super guilty of her main critiques, but even then it honestly left me with a lot to think about and reassess. particularly the point about how stans seek reassurance from each other to get the moral green light to keep being in the community— it both hit me like “oh shit. i do that” and felt a little close to home in some of the asks i’ve been answering. i’m more than happy to continue comforting people and fostering a less hostile (and hopefully more balanced) discussion, but i hope people don’t see me as some sort of moral compass that tells you it’s okay to still watch dream. i’ve tried to be clear that it’s just a discussion and you should come to a personal conclusion that feels moral and comfortable to you AND THIS FEELS VERY SELF-IMPORTANT IM SORRY but i wanted to say it

so yeah! good video, it was sad to see how nervous ro was to upload it but from what i know the response has been positive so i hope she’s doing well. definitely worth a watch, i’d love to have a conversation with her tbh

tldr:

- even though the twitlonger was an off-the-cuff response, the repeated focus on how the allegations are “harmful to real victims” feels insincere and misdirecting

- the “gorgeous as fuck” snapchat is enough for her to deem the situation inappropriate and heavily question whether he’s handling his fanbase in a responsible manner

- survey takers were overwhelmingly neurodivergent and queer (and about 1/2 and 1/4 trans and poc respectively) and that might be a reason why people stay even if the community becomes toxic, because it’s still a safe space in that regard that’s hard to find elsewhere

- she talked about how self-isolated dream fans are in comparison to most fandoms as a result of continuous harassment and ridicule, and how this creates an “us against the world” mentality that makes it even harder to see when potential misdeeds occur

- the thing she most takes issue with about the fandom is the seeming lack of personal values that people hold above all else, aside from basic leftist stances on things like race and war

- when levied against other fans, accusations of racism and sexual harassment are an insta-block but creators get a grace period, because the space they take up in our lives is larger— but the more you sacrifice your personal values to get permission to continue enjoying a thing the easier it gets to keep doing it

#bella answers #anon #dream.situation

[pokegalla]

Hey there!! :3

It's me again lol but I just had an idea since I'm feeling angsty, how would stretch apologize after him and his S/O had a HUGEEE fight like shouting over each other, breaking one or two things ect

And then his S/O runs up to his room in tears and locks herself in there like how do you think he would apologize or try and make it better?

(Also I really love your art it's super good btw! 😊😊)

In your own time <3

Sorry for being a bit late! Been working a lot on my fanfic. I came back and I’ve actually gotten quite a few requests to do! I’ll do my best! So enjoy yours!

(Also thank you for noticing my art! I try my best so I really appreciate it!)

How Would Underswap Papyrus handle an heated argument with his S/o?

* Oof you guys don’t usually fight. Stretch is not one to make something a big deal or care too much. Maybe it’s because a lack communication or a misunderstanding. Whatever the reason, it turned quickly heated.

* Raising your voices, something was thrown and broken, at that point you would obviously had enough. When tears come out, he’d freeze up. He’s at a lost for words. He didn’t stop you when you ran off to his room because he wasn’t sure what to say at the moment.

* Guilt washed over him when he heard the door slam. At first he was pissed at himself for letting things escalate. But he can shit on himself later. Right now he needed to fix this.

* He teleported around to buy your favorite food, a funny card, and the item that was thrown was cleaned up. He goes to the door and slides the card under it. You noticed it and hesitantly picked it up. You read it and it said a terrible joke that you slightly giggled at. You look again at the door to see his hand peeking at the bottom.

* You heard him apologize and you could tell through the door how terrible he felt. You took his hand, comforting him while also calling him a stubborn asshole. You both laugh about it and you eventually push his hand away, making him a bit upset until you opened the door.

* You guys end up eating food on the floor and you lay your head on his lap for headrubs (as an extra apology).

Mini story time!!!

Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you sniffed and wiped them off. You hated fighting. Especially with someone you love. But that got way too out of hand and you couldn’t take it. You had to walk away. A bit of you wanted him to stop you but he didn’t even try. You held your knees even tighter. That’s when you noticed a card slide from under your door. You didn’t want to go but your curiosity got the better of you as you got off your bed to investigate the card.

It read:

“Sorry for being a little shit

I didn’t really mean it

I love you like I love my honey

Both make me feel all sunny

Can you forgive this bonehead?

And all the the things he said?

Roses are red, violets are blue

Can I please see that sweet smile soon?”

The poem both surprised and made you have butterflies in your stomach. You giggled at the cheesiness of it but felt warm by the sweet words. You look at the door again to see his bony hand poking out a bit.

“I’m sorry….I’m so sorry for making you cry. Heh….I’m a real jerk for that,” You heard Stretch mutter. Your heart sank hearing how downhearted he sounded. You intertwine your fingers with his, making him jump in surprise.

“No you’re not….you’re more of a stubborn asshole. But a stubborn asshole I love,” You said.

You both have a laughing fit. You decide to get up, pushing his hand away, making Stretch worry. But it doesn’t last long as he saw the doorknob turn and you opened the door. Your smile made him quickly relieved and he chuckled softly when you got back to the floor to lay your head in his lap. He began running his hands through your hair.

“Got your favorite food,” He said after a bit.

“Ok now you’re spoiling me,” You said giggling.

“You deserve the best. And I know I’m not….,” He began to say.

“No you’re not,” You said before cupping his face, “You’re more then enough. Please stop beating yourself up for it. I love you. And I forgive you.”

He smiled widely, “Love you too, honeybun.”

#my writing #self insert #undertale au #papyrus x reader #undertale au x reader #underswap papyrus #angst #hurt/comfort #fluff in the end no worries! #answered asks #undertale au headcanons #oneshot