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alwaysbewoke · 8 days
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chaoticautie · 7 months
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Me: I’m autistic
Person: Are you diagnosed?
Me: Well it’s been confirmed by more than one professional, my old diagnosis was written on paper for my IEP but it’s outdated now (Asp*rger’s), I’ve scored very high on almost every autism test out there, and a lot of my teachers, friends, and some of my family members have suspected it
Person: Okay, but are you diagnosed NOW?
Me: …No?
Person: Then you’re not autistic.
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its-your-mind · 8 months
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what the fuck. what the fuck what the fu k.
rick riordan I am a whole ass adult now how tf are you taking a wrecking ball to my emotions AT THIS POINT. SHOULDN’T WE BE PAST THIS.
what the fuck Meg took in all of her foster siblings to help them live a life after Nero. she’s showing them a world that can be kind, where people will say what they mean, and where mistakes don’t deserve punishment.
BUT THEN ALSO. Apollo. Went back.
And for Meg and her siblings, everything about their lives has changed and improved. But Apollo just… goes back to Olympus. Where Zeus continues to rule with an iron fist, where no one was even able to stick up for him, where every other Olympian lives in fear of Zeus’s anger. And he’s still there, he’s still in charge, but Apollo knows BETTER now. He knows that things can be different. He knows that he can be different, and he’s making the decision to be better now than he was before.
But now he doesn’t fit. He doesn’t fit with the Olympians, who weren’t a healthy family even before this, and he doesn’t fit with his new friends, either, because he’s a god again. He can go see them and talk with them and help them, but he’ll always have to leave again. He can never stay.
The last few chapters of The Tower of Nero were so beautiful and amazing - getting to see everyone else living their happy endings (as much as any demigod can), but they were always tinged with… loneliness. Apollo is separate from them all again. He can teleport at will, he can change his appearance to anything, he can separate his consciousness… and that’s all great, he wanted all of that back…
But by the end? He kind of wanted to stay human. And there’s no resolution for him. He’s gone through this incredible, difficult, terrifying, life-changing adventure… and he came back, and everything’s the same. Kinda makes me think of Luke, going off on his quest, coming back different, harder, sharper… and finding Camp exactly like how he left it, with everyone expecting him to just slot himself back into the place he had before, when that space doesn’t fit him anymore.
And Apollo has what Luke didn’t - friends who knew him as he was changing, who love this new person he’s become, and even a sister whose affection won’t change no matter what happens. He’s going to be okay, I know that.
But there’s just… something so quietly tragic in the end of Apollo’s story. He doesn’t get his own personal happy ending. His “triumph” is a return to a divine status that he’s not necessarily sure he even wants anymore. He has to forge his own path forward towards his own happiness, and we don’t get to join him on it. We got to be with him through his Trials - his future is up to him, now.
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sinukiyo · 25 days
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“Nina, has it ever occurred to you that maybe…you weren’t meant to exist?”
Me in my head:
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shkika · 8 months
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Moon with 50 neurons on my monk save on switch, for your viewing pleasure.
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Oh my gooddddd this is the only relevant Moon neuron posting, this woman has a rarefaction cell worth of energy at this point. Unhinged content thank you.
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plushyluke · 3 months
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i’m the biggest pretty backstage luke fan
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kindahoping4forever · 2 months
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Ash IG Story
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scara-meow-che · 1 year
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「 💭 」⠀hhmmmm thinking about al haitham being insufferable, you just have to show him the ropes of being around a person like you.
cw. NSFW (MDNI), sub! brat! character, dom! reader, gn pronouns, handjobs, so fucking messy, cum eating, one cockslap ♥︎, degradation → praise ♥︎, use of words (good boy ♥︎), he can be your good boy only if he wants to (or if you put him in his own place), thr start of my slut! al haitham agenda because i said so.
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tell me straight in the eye that al haitham isn't a brat. come on, do it.
i am sorry for all dom! al haitham writers/enjoyers out there (i love you, you all enjoy good fucking food) but i can never look at haitham as a dom anymore, especially maining him since his release. i always find his personality fascinating (i relate to him at some point) yet i always find myself annoyed at how can he be so unbothered after being a damn menace. also, he's grandma's boy, i have a thing for them and i KNOW how much they yearn to be taken care of (but not without a fight).
he likes to rile up people, especially those who he is close with. he enjoys the way they would immediately react on his side jabs, commenting on how their emotions get the best of them while he secretly smiles when he sees the downward quirk of their brows.
but this doesn't apply to you.
you have always been calm, reasonable to the point where you'd let people speak their thoughts before you could relay on whatever issues you find in their opinions. it was a trait of yours that al haitham found interesting and caused him to befriend you with reasons being that you're both important figures in the akademiya while hiding the actual truth.
and sometimes, more often the not, al haitham would even doubt whether the face you currently show to these people is indeed the truth of who you really are. this most likely lead to him wanting more of an reaction from you. he thinks that you're not any different from these people in the akademiya and you'd soon find yourself in a rush of emotions, rendering you angry and frustrated at others.
yet he never had the chance to see it happen, well, not when others can see.
little did he know that his "research" on you wasn't gone unnoticed by none other than you. the simple side eye, the unappreciated coments here and there, the quick huff he'd let go whenever you'd manage to reason out with him as he leaves satisfied with your answer—al haitham thought he's good in what he's doing and soon, you'd finally have the opportunity to corner him and ask why is he that persistent in getting a reaction out of you.
"it's because i'm curious."
yeah, he is curious even when he had both his legs spread, with you behind his "feeble" form, a hand jerking off the red tip of his thick girth while the other's busy pinching on his sensitive nipple.
"so t-this is who you really are, a-ah fuck, huh, f/n?"
"baby, that's the third time asking me that question." you gave the base of his cock a tight squeeze before pumping his length on a faster pace. his eyes widened in pleasure, hands obediently set at the side with his head full of nothing but the heavenly sensation on his dick. "would've been better if you just keep on moaning for me."
"as if it's logical enough of me to do that."
first mistake. the tight grip on the base of his cock continued, his pulse quickening in anticipation before feeling the fast and steady pumps on his dick. it was messy, so, so messy with the way the tip leaks with precum and you went to smother it around the whole shaft. a deep groan managed to escape his lips, followed by his uneven breathing when you moved your other hand to pinch on his nipple.
"yet you can't pull yourself away from me? are you lying to me, haitham? because your dick seems way more honest than what your words imply to."
the way you whispered on his ears caused him to flush a deep hue of red all over, making you chuckle. al haitham bit on his lips, his head can't seem to take a grip on how blissful it felt to have you please him like this. he thought that he'd finally knew something about you that others doesn't have a single idea about but it looks like he'd discovered something about himself.
"it's b-because, fuck, 'm so close."
his hips keep on buckling to meet the lazy thrusts of your hand, head tilting back to rest on your shoulder. it was a damn pretty sight, the akademiya's known scribe, who used to be the acting grand sage, an authoritative figure that people seemed to be wary of, is moaning out how close he just is from coming on his co-worker's hand.
you can feel his dick twitch in your hand, the nerve on one side pulsing as he dances close to his orgasm. the faint calls of your name made its way to your ears, making you smile as you huff out sweet words on his ears.
"yeah, you're close?"
"y-yes, 'wanna come, ah, it feels so good."
just as he's about to come, he felt your hand letting go of his cock, causing the length to snap back up on his stomach. then it's followed with a quick slap on the tip, the sudden impact caused al haitham to shake and he felt himself coming so messily, spurting thick goo on his thighs and chest.
"s-shit, ah, that's so—."
he couldn't even catch a breath because you continued on pumping on his cock, rendering him putty from oversensitivity. his moans now came unfiltered, his body disobeying whatever the fuck he was on about earlier because he never felt this good before.
"aw, you look so adorable coming like that. i wanna see you do it one more time." you gave him a quick kiss on his cheeks, smiling when he leans in closer as if he's asking for another one.
despite the ache he felt on his cock, in addition to your hands so desperate to milk him another load, he obeys your words and focused on reaching another orgasm. he was slightly trembling by now, sensing that he's a minute away from his peak.
and you can also sense the way he looks out of it, pretty eyes closed but tears had already pooled out and drips down on his pretty skin. you can't deny that al haitham is a gorgeous man but his attitude will surely cause him trouble. but that's not something you can't do nothing about.
especially when you can feel his cock twitch and then shoots out more cum than he did earlier.
"you're such a good boy, al haitham~" you cooed while you scoop out all his cum on your hand, pumping him out until he went to reach out on your hand. "you did such a good job, yeah?"
"yes, i did good. 'm your good boy~"
"yeah, you are? then you wouldn't mind cleaning up after your mess, right?" as he leans down back at you, he sees you lifting your hand right in front of his face, your palm slick with his cum. he can't stop the blush on his face and ears, embarrassed at how the strong scent of his load shot lust straight through his head. yet, no matter how much he reason out with himself, he was still too into it, too into how you just had him wrapped around your fingers.
it's just because i'm curious. he thought before he wraps one hand around your wrist and starts on licking on your cum-coated skin. you smiled, using your free hand to brush on his locks.
"see? you can be good. if you keep behaving like this then i'd spoil you a lil' more... unless you have other plans in mind."
"this won't happen again," he replies after he's done cleaning up your hand. you quirked an eyebrow at him as he peels himself away from you, giving you a stern look. as if that would faze you.
"there won't be no second time but rest assured that this will stay between us."
yeah, he'd just keep on denying the truth if he gets to see this side of you more often.
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angelpuns · 4 months
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Me: okay now that I've finished that comic and rested its time to work on all the other stuff-
My body: nap? Nap time? We nap?
Me: no we just rested-
My body: okay is nap time :)
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moonlightdancer26 · 1 year
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Me when I remember that Snape would’ve not only been much happier in life but would have so many less tiring debates about him if he had just remained a loyal Death Eater instead of defecting and sacrificing himself for a world that hated him while getting nothing in return:
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bleach-your-panties · 3 months
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OMFG I'M SOBBING.
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alwaysbewoke · 17 days
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aitadjcrazytimes · 8 months
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im so mad i made cake the other day (after the wedding) and i was getting myself a slice just now and i dropped it all over my tits. that is not the thing that makes me mad. the thing that makes me mad is the fact that everyone is at work rn so like. what is the point of being in a relationship with two people if NONE OF THEM are gonna eat cake off your tits
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meltlilies · 4 months
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i couldn't find it on youtube or anything looking at the quest vids so. here's the moment you can talk to kerry after agreeing to call nancy in his bed
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copiasjuicebox · 2 months
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I feel like whatever they choose to do creatively with Copia I'm going to end up crying either way because I'm emotionally attached to a fictional character...
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d1sc01nf3rn0 · 6 months
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Everybody shits on Ulysses for the way he talks, arguing that he sounds too complicated or something, and I just understood why: english isn't his first language.
During the Honest Hearts DLCs we learn there's tribes with their own languages, and that they can incorporate english, but they will still use their languages.
Ulysses is a tribal. A tribal who had his identity almost erased, but he still maintains it, probably in defiance to the Legion. It would be logical that this speech manners come from not having english as first language, and being taught it in a really improvised and forcible way. It would also make sense that he refused to "speak it properly" out of his desire to maintain his tribal identity.
Such a simple and logical answer, yet everybody refuses to acknowledge Ulysses backstory.
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