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anti-endo-haven · 2 months

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[hey you probably know who this is ;,) feel free to not reply as an ask on your blog or talk in dms or whatever you prefer if you aren't comfortable with the topic, sorry we just. don't know where to go. you don't even have to reply we just. need to speak to someone]

TWs: System doubt, system invalidation Christianity, demons, & cult mentions.

Oh. oh. oh. oh. oh no.

sorry if our wording is jagged or doesn't make sense

despite having some minor religious trauma, we're collectively christian and have a lot of religious imagery headmates, both angels and demons, some in-between etc, sometimes we go to church. but we feel like the black sheep because stereotypical christians feel so judgemental and stuff but we're trying to be good about it because some of our friends and people we know are very kind and patient [we admitted we dated same sex a few years ago and they weren't "YOURE GOING TO HELL" etc but it was still a little awkward].

but. but. that's not the current issue. oh no. nonono. we just saw a short video how a man said he was he/they and multiple people because "we are legion." which is. demon bible stuff. legion is a demon of 6,000 or something i don't know the details. and then afterwards opening tumblr. what do we get greeted with? yes. a fuckinf post saying "Demons refer to themselves as they/them/we/us."

fuck! fuck!!!! we don't have a great relationship with christianity but now parts of our system are like "please don't let me be possessed" and others are "we're christian we can't be??" and others "we have angelic alters how would we be demonic?"

fucking. hhh.. tried to find. a DID christianity blog to vent to and ask for advice how do system christians work together?? because Google doesn't help and stuff?? instead!! great!! a rant about how christianity is a cult.

now i feel like our headspace is in a panic. our religion is invalid. we're not a real system, we're possessed. we don't know what to do or think. why can't we just be normal. why can't we just be a singlet. why do we have to be so ashamed of ourselves to the point of convincing ourselves that we're faking. now some of us are genuinely thinking we're in a fucking cult.

i want to cry so badly how do i calm us down how do i fix this why can't we ever EVER find reliable sources about DID and christianity as one? apparently they can't fucking coexist if its all like this!! hhhhhhggf...

im sorry shining if anything here offends or upsets you or if you don't know how to reply its okay [/gen] we're just. lost. very very. lost.

Okay, so, as someone that does have Christian parts even past religious trauma, you’re not possessed and you’re not faking.

It’s okay to have both angelic, demonic, and in-between alters. It’s not something anyone can harm you over, it’s perfectly okay.

You can still be Christian and be a good person. It’s not unheard of, just rare in some parts of the world or specific countries. It doesn’t mean you’re automatically bad or a black sheep. You’re not the wolf amongst the crowd. We view it as the Christians that are there for everyone are shepherds tending to their flock and protecting a family they enjoy and care for, they’re the ones that someone can go to and have support they need even without religious contexts.

The whole “we are Legion” thing strikes me as fearmongering, as well as “demons use they/them.” And it honestly depends on what you’re talking about. For us, typical “demons” are just trickster spirits or the ones that just want to do things out of boredom. Genuine “demons” are people that do genuinely horrible things.

This is an extremely hot take, especially from me, but just because a religious thing has something that can be cultish around it doesn’t make it a cult. Yes, there can be a cult disguised as that religious thing and can/will cause religious trauma, but that doesn’t make the entire religion bad (which is what we’ve learned to better heal to support friends/family that are Christian rather than just cutting them out entirely). Not every Christian person is going to be related to the disguised issues underneath. It can be hard to see that or understand and a lot of people might find it hard, but it’s also okay to just not interact with the religion but don’t bash it. Also just because people relate the religion to a cult doesn’t mean you were in one, it’s okay to be afraid of it, but don’t harm yourself by thinking that way.

The only thing I can really say is trying to take a break from social media for a little until everything is settled, this is optional. Write down all the reasons you know you aren’t fake. You’re not faking. You’re not possessed, write some positive things down about you and your alters.

It’s perfectly okay to be Christian and have DID/OSDD. A religion doesn’t define you. You’re good enough and you’ll have a place here as well as in DMs. You’re loved.

I’m a little slow on guessing people on anon, but you’ll always stay anon no matter what (even if you DM me). I don’t entirely like assuming who someone is either :)

I’m posting this as an ask for any other Christian DID/OSDD people that also want to have some reassurances regarding things like this.

You’ll always have a spot here, my friend.

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wank127 · 3 years

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sorry in advance if i’m spamming your notifications /gen!

i just remembered that denki existed and i’m craving [neurodivergent] headcanons and your blog kinda has a lot of good reblogs n posts of that so-

you’re not spamming at all, in fact i didn’t even see this till now since i don’t normally get any asks ! (thanks for the ask btw <3) i hope you enjoy !!

neurodivergent denki headcannons !

disclaimer: i, myself, am currently in the process of getting diagnosed with adhd/autism/whatever it is (i’m not self diagnosing but i did get 8/10 on an autism assessment given to me by a doctor so that must say something) so this is a wee bit of me projecting. my intentions for this post are not to offend anyone in the nd community nor spread any miss information. please correct me if i make any mistakes ! and apologies for it being so long i’m still trying to figure out the ‘read more’ thing !! now ! onto the head cannons !!

he has MAJOR sensory issues and issues with bad textures

his main ones are foods that are a mix between solid or liquid, like a soup that’s meant to be smooth but isn’t or like very wet bread, anything sticky and that one inside of a hoodie feel, like the one wear it’s like fleece but it feels like plastic and somehow creamy and just BLUGNXJSK y’know?

he has that not right kind of thing(iykyk) where he has to say a word/phrase again till it feels right, or touch the desk again, or hit the back of foot again to make it right

it gets really frustrating sometimes

he surprisingly likes velvet, fun to play with, cool to drag your finger around on

he has very bad memory problems

like really bad

they cause him to breakdown every time he has a test cause everything he tried to study was just,, gone,, no where to be found

he opens up to present mic about it and he’s a big help, gives him extra time for testing, helps him with study techniques, gives him more reminders, etc etc

mic and him are like that student-english teacher duo

(no bc they’re the same person just different sizes please)

he struggles with reading a lot too, he knows there’s words but his brain just won’t recognize what they are

word soup

his main special interests/hyperfixations are old english literature, true crime/psychology/criminal stuff, literally anything to do with art and physics(electricity stuff)

he has other ones like cars and how to annoy bakugo to the brink of tears

his most common stims are happy flappy hands, putting his hand into a thumbs up and squeezing, rocking back and forth and swinging his legs about

his like calm down stim is humming, having some form of pressure(weighted blanket !!) and rocking a little bit

he gets overwhelmed by questions a lot

like if he’s not prepared to answer one and he gets asked TWO he’ll just go ‘nope’

he’s nonverbal sometimes, especially when he gets overwhelmed

he zones out and daydreams for like,,, 70% of the day

his favorite texture for food is something like mash potatoes, like a doughy texture, one that just sits right in the mouth

(potato waffles are his go to food (british thing but they’re so good))

just enough chew but not too much, not too wet not too dry

speaking of dry food,, he hates it. dry biscuits(cookies) are a no go if he doesn’t have a bunch of water/juice with him, he also just doesn’t like hot drinks

he’s god fuckinh amazing at art, like painting, drawing, sketching, everything

he’s so good at it

he ‘doodles’ in all of his school work and books, most of the time it’s of aizawa or present mic (or,, *cough*his crush*cough*) and they’re super accurate

when he goes to sleep he has to have a small tea light candle lit, his over the ear headphones on and playing asmr and a hoodie (comfort hoodie, gifted to him by kiri) with the hood up and pressure on his feet(like just his blanket covering them is fine)

no other set up is allowed

he uses fidget (simple dimple pop) and sensory toys

they got taken away from him in class one time, he almost cried it was so sad

RAGE

so much rage

god

when he was younger he used to scream bloody murder when he had to put on sunscreen (same boo)

refused to wear it until his parents got him a spray on sunscreen (it was just like an oil/water based sunscreen that just,, wasn’t sticky, it was perfect) he still uses it to this day

he loves music, so much

it’s so cool

so many playlists

has like ten different ones that he made just for long car drives

like all the sounds and noises just make his brain so happy

he likes bo burnham cause he has very good lyrics and sounds that make him wanna share them with everyone so they can be happy too (especially ‘sexting’ , ‘oh bo’,’ words words words’, ’rant’, the kanye one, ‘we think we know you’, ‘channel 5 news: the musical’ and ‘bezos’ 1&2)

(omg channel 5 news is so good)

his number is 5

he’s kinda scared to do good in school bc his rank in class will go up and what if it lands on an ugly number??

he’s quite unintentionally restrictive with his food

he just forgets to eat or that he’s hungry

he’s working on it tho dw !

his accents are like typical british/english, australian and southern american

pop out at random times

like he’ll ask present mic to repeat the page number as a southern bell little lady

had a vocal stim that was opra singing “milly rock pick it up”

lil jon vocal stim

(YEAH)

his room is very messy and cluttered from all the failed hobbies and things he just forgot about

expect him to cook but DO NOT expect him to clean up afterwards

like iida will walk into the dorm kitchen in the morning and find this huge mess thinking someone broke in

and kiri is like: oh ig denki was hungry i wonder if he has leftovers

okay i think i’m gonna end this one here lol it’s getting kinda long ! i hope you liked it ! <3

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sunniewrites · 2 years

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elloello!! just popping in for a second to comment on your review on the movie encanto, as i myself am latino and the comments you made specifically about abuela are quite offensive.

the movie in its whole is trying to teach a lesson about generational healing as well as generational trauma. in latino families, its very common in some families for the grandparents to have some form of trauma which then their trauma and extremely toxic environment gets passed down to their children and so on and so forth. in my experience, being in a family with generational trauma is absolutely suffocating and scary because if you talk about your feelings? you get beat. try to make things better? get beat.

and its so frustrating and it really feels like a hit to the stomach when white people (to my assumption, please tell me if youre not!!) trash on abuela without the information or context on just how REAL the situation is for millions and millions of latinos- minus all the magic of course. except for one crucial, special detail- mirabel forgives abuela.

mirabel forgiving abuela after abuela realizes all shes done to effect her family is like a DREAM to so many Latinos! because the alternative- mirabel not forgiving abuela and instead abandoning her family as many white people suggest- wouldnt change anything. the rest of her family would still be living in a place of generational trauma, and mirabel would just be another outcast like bruno. and GOD dude, us latinos are just so f-ckin tired of being shown what we thought was our fate, to abandon our family. this movie has given me and millions of latinos hope that there is an alternative ending for us.

and keep in mind as well, family is EXTREMELY important in many latino and Hispanic countries! this is less so in countries that are predominantly white because as of modern day people in predominantly white countries are taught to live by their own terms more often than to pay mind to traditions. this is why mirabel was so quick to forgive abuela. because she truly cares for her and she didnt wanna leave her family despite what abuela has done to the family. this isnt nessicarily a bad thing either since abuela apologized.

thats pretty much all i have to say thus far. id like to ask you to delete the post about abuela if thats alright? i understand that your words came from a place of ignorance and lack of information on Latino culture, but now that you do know, its really really uncomfortable and disturbing to see.

~krabs :]

hello krabs!!! im sorry if i came off ignorant or offending to you. i myself don't know much about the latino culture and it was wrong of me to rant about it without any knowledge.

i will take down the post! i also am sorry if i offended you or anyone else who saw that post. that was not my intention and i made a mistake on my part. im so sorry /gen

#sunnie's talk room #krabs my darling #i also am not white (do i seem white?? idk /nm)#im asian so i can see where your coming from on how people offend your culture #im not saying me and you are the same #im saying that you defending your culture is definitely something i would not have the courage to do #bc i have no confidence ^^#thank you for this krabs!!!#long post

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biaswreckingfics · 3 years

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I GOT SO MUCH TO SAYYY!! gosh pls dont find me weird okay, and these are just my personal opinions and im not hating any groups!! but my unpopular opinion is: i think kpop has become very toxic after bts and bp got famous in America. And tbh if you ask me, i wouldnt want any other kpop groups to be famous in America... i only stan exo but i think i speak for all groups when i say they are safe as they are now... of course if exo ever get even more famous i will be happy and proud for their success. But look how fame and America has changed bts and bp... not tryna hate but look theyve changed, idk if anyone else noticed but after fame hits bts, i realised how theyve start to become very...white?? like they are so westernised and like example, they start focusing on America only, they even curse (not a lot but i’d still point out) casually like for example, jungkook singing a curse word in his cover song for jason derulo savage love i think (speaking of cursing, after nct127 got famous in usa mark started getting influenced by them too and he casually cursed like “oh fuck” and everyones like 😃😆) even i curse and im not saying cursing is BADD but yeah i am, and how they sing a whole song in english, not to even mention how toxic america is but in grammys they have sold tons of albums yet they didnt win anything but when they release an english song, they won.

Some half of them americans are very toxic, racist, and just theyre basically acid, like bruh, its evident that once bts got famous there are soooo much hate thrown towards bts too cuz theyre asians, or how some would say theyre gay or look like girls...if my favs (exo) ever get these kinds of treatments (not that they dint but veryy little cuz thank god they ain exposed to the western culture) i will B R E A K, i could never handle that so i would never want that to happen to them. Also noticed how, after bts got famous, most armys are equally as toxic, whether they are just stanning bts just cuz theyre famous there, or like how their fans dont even know anything abt bts and coming after so many groups and their fans. Most of them are fake and i think its cuz of the fame for bts lmao. One thing i’d like to say too tho, is how they are so overrated and their songs are played all the damn time, people would randomly talk abt them, like everywhere you go THEY ARE JUST THERE, like in my opinion if i am an army, i would just feel like they are so common and theres nothing special about them anymore and theres no excitement, like what even is the point anymore. idk if anyone gets me but thats just how i feel about my favs being “wOrLdWiDe fAmOuS”, i will love them and their music but its just something i think about tbh🤷🏻‍♀️ like let me listen to them on my own and vibe and love them, dont play it 24/7 just cuz they are famous and ure tryna get people’s attention, like imagine ure in the subway and u hear ur favs song cuz its EVERYWHERE and ure there like 😐😐 not that u dont love their music but its cuz horrible people dont deserves to listen to their songs, and like people arent going to appreciate them anyway so yeah i feel uncomfortable listening to my favs as others dont even bother, like imagine if that subway is filled with people who are in ur fandom, yall would just hv the best time in the world and VIBE, if not what even is the point. Idk if im explaining it properly, but its badically like, u feeling UNCOMFORTABLE or should i even say SELFISH cuz u do not want to be sharing ur favs with people who dont even deserve to KNOW about them. Basically like seeing how someone you HATE or bullied you back then talking and being all friendly fake with ur BESTEST FRIEND or even boyfriend/girlfriend, cuz u just want to protect them from EVIL (im so dramatic)

And well lastly, no Bts did not paved the way, or “bts is the best and only group” like no, so many amazing artists were breaking records way before bts was even a thing (no hate to bts) but they really need to get slap for having that mindset, they really make a bad image for bts...tbh kpop before was so peaceful (a little toxic but still, compared to now...BYE) and everything was just about idols and fans love, listening and supporting and loving their music and just so comforting... urgh anyway thats all i wanna say and here are some texts i saved relating to kpop groups going famous worldwide uwu

these are also examples, and honestly speaking here, i dont want to be specific as in “exo” cuz i think this happens for ALL the groups out there and the love and relationship between the idols and their fans (family) are just beautiful, but for bts and armys... tbh i feel bad because i just dont see or feel any love they hv for each other (sure we see bts saying i love you armys or armys supporting bts but with all the toxicity in their way, theres just no spark or chemistry or bond no more it’s basically like one direction and their fans and thats all they are, celebrity-fan, but for kpop its family), i can see other groups and their fans interacting or how idols would light up talking abt their fans, but for bts, theres just soooo much mess going on in their fandom its not special anymore, they lost the deep meaning of their group love and IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT but YEAH DJSHSKSJ OH and to add somethign else, they got famous in America, look at all the collabs🤡🤡 blackpink with cardi b, bts with nicki etc... not that collabs arent fun... im just saying these american artists... they dont exactly have a good reputation (americans singing about sex (not the good kind), money, girls and drugs) 🥴🥴 dont influenced my faves and let them be exposed to the toxic culture YALL GET ME?? KPOP HAS THE LETTER K FOR A REASON😭😭😭 let them be their own shining star, not everything has to be involved or a part of aMeRiCa to be amazing.... PHEW IVE SAID IT NOW BEFORE ANYONE GETS MAD AT ME, I DONT MEAN TO SOUND RUDE TO YOU, if youre an american and youre no where near being toxic, I LOVE YOU but im just saying, the western culture is toxic and im just saying what ive been observing and noticing🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ ps: i still love exo till the max and everything about them is perfect and theyre just amazing people (everything i said that bts and armys dont really have anymore, i think thankfully, EXO (sorry im biased) most fandoms still have so much of the L O V E there and i find that extraordinary) and he fandom is so comforting and amazing and idk dkdjjdjss thats why i dont want them getting famous worldwide...sorry exols ANYWAY THATS ALL FOR MY RANT ITS 4AM AND I AM THINKING OF DELETING THIS💀💀💀 anywya sorry for taking up so much space but i just wanna say I FREKAING LOVE NO EXIT, NO LIMITS, basically all ur exo fics cuz why not🥺🥺 i think ur writing skills are amazing as well as the plots and all especially forsaken, and THANK YOU for two bbhxoc fics😭😭😭 i cant!!! also if u reached here idk i-🥲 i hope u didnt get mad or offended 👀

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Kpop has become extremely toxic with the growth of international fans and the rise of 3rd/4th gen. I wasn't around to experience the previous generations, but I know damn well they weren't a mess like these newer ones are.

Gaining fame in America does seem to change idols, and idk why. The group members change and the music changes also. While I do enjoy hearing idols swear (guilty pleasure) and I am an American so I get to enjoy their English songs, I can see how it makes all the other cultures/countries feel some type of way.

I will say this, though, the Grammys are shit and I dont get why people care so much about them. They've proven time and time again the awards don't go to the best artists. However, this doesn't mean that I think BTS deserved a Grammy imo.

Americans are a very toxic and hate filled bunch (again, I am one, so I get to see this shit every day). I 100% know that some of the hate directed towards Asians is because of racism (as seen by the insane uptick in crime against Asian Americans right now) and because some see kpop male idols as too feminine.

BTS is literally everywhere, which is one of the reasons I stopped listening to them tbh. They'd be in commercials, on talk shows, late night shows, in magazines, on the radio, just everywhere. It took the joy out of watching anything from them just because they were always in my face, so I can see what you mean.

I feel like the relationship between BTS and army has changed (from an outsiders perspective). Its no longer about loving and supporting your group and being happy for them. Now, its "so-so wants this? We MUST do everything in our power and spam every possible thing ever so they get what they want". Its almost frightening. They also no longer care about the quality of the music being put out. Doesn't matter what it is, they stream the ever loving shit out of it and make it break records when, honestly, it doesn't deserve to (again imo).

Lastly, I didnt get mad or offended haha. I understand a lot of these viewpoints, and thank you so much for liking my work!! I do wonder what would happen if I made a true BBH centric fic and not just spin offs or continuations of previous works where oc ends up with BBH 🤔🤔 I think that fic would have too much power haha.

#unpopular kpop opinions #sehunsthetics

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wind-goddess-eri · 3 years

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As I sit here in my room looking through Google images and listening to music on random, I've noticed something that bugs the shit out of me. Now I've been playing video games since I was 5. Video games are a big thing in my life along with art and music. So even though I'm not all that good with games I still play for the fun of it. I get a lot of shit from people saying I'm not a true gamer cause I don't play CoD or any of those games. And the reason is I am really not use to 1st person games. I was learning through Halo 3 with my little bro until my 360 broke :(. Anyway back to what bugged me. There is a lot of "sexy" gamer pix. Girl's making sexy faces and or posing naked with controllers and consoles. I think that is just....There was a word we used when I was going to school and it was Poser. For those who don't know what that means, it means that you like it cause its cool. you know very little or nothing about it but you wear and have the merchandises cause you thing its cool or pretty. That is wrong and peeps like that bug me. Me I know a bit about games and stuff. All the gaming systems I've had in my like including a computer. let me list: Nes, SNES, Sega gen, N64, PS1, Sega dreamcast, x-box, PS2, PSP, Nintendo DS, X-box 360, Wii, Nintendo Gamecube. The game systems I own that I bought when I was 10 on my birthday was the N64. It still plays even though there's a nickle inside of it. I have a lot of games that I love and only some I've beaten. But these girls who pose in these pix are not gamers. Another thing in Gaming that bothers me is that Guys think that Girls can't play. All my friends that are girls play games. We all do. One plays Mario and she likes those older games, One plays the Mortal Kombat games and she kicks ass at those games, and one of them plays CoD zombies and Resident Evil. She is the mistress of horror games. And me, I play fighting, RPGs, Zombie/ horror, puzzle, adventure, platformer and pretty much anything that keeps my mind off of my everyday reality. So yeah I game. Yeah I sometimes fail. Everybody does. No one is perfect. Guy's that say girls have no right to be playing games can't go F**k themselves in the A**, you are all d**k gargling hoe-bags who just pose like that for there boyfriends cause they said they would do you.

Sorry for the hostility. I had to let it out..... Sorry if I offended anyone with this post. And Sorry for ranting.

#big ass rant #sorry #gamer culture

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plaidstiel-wormstache · 7 years

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Surprises

AN: This one is for @dancingalone21‘s Lau’s Summer Challenge, sorry for being a week late. But as promised, I’m posting today! Thank you to @notnaturalanahi for reading over it and reassuring me it wasn’t too much or too little. No hate to Gen and the boys, I do truly love them, but for our imaginations, lets say this happened in a parallel universe. Warnings: fluff, pics (trust me it is a warning), crack and maybe a tiny bit of flangst?, but this IS a SFW piece. RPF, but this Jared can be read as Sam. And just a heads up, there s private note from me to you at the end of this and that’s personal and angst ridden, so if you need to, once finished, stop. Word Count: 3,744 Characters: Jared x Reader, mention of a few OC’s but no need to worry! Summary: Jared is a master of surprises, when he can get YN to shut up long enough!

Twenty five minutes after YN should’ve been long gone, fifteen minutes after she would’ve been on a bus, five minutes after she would’ve BEEN home - YN was still at work. A monkey would’ve been more effective in the roll opposite her.

Finally she wrapped up, sent the last email and shut down her computer, before running for the bus. She caught her breath and got a seat then pulled out her phone to send Jared a text, telling him how sorry she was for her colleagues idiocy and when he could expect her. But when the screen lit up, it was just a constant scroll of “Secret BMaids Biz”. 140 messages, and it was still coming in heavy. YN sighed and sent the text to Jared then began to read. This would surely keep her preoccupied for the ride home.

“OH MY GOD!” YN announced as soon as she was through the door. “Hey ba-” Jared tried, but YN had already broken the seal that was her pent up rant. “This Secret Be Maid Biz, crap… You wouldn’t even believe it. It’s looking to be almost two hundred each, and that’s not even including flights or accommodation.” YN dumped her handbag next to the side table and dropped her keys into the bowl, not noticing the two plates of dinner in front of Jared, or the blue velvet box that was sitting between them. Jared was patient, just listened as she continued her rant, knowing she’d get it all out and then he could have the moment with her. “Like, flower crowns? Really… why do we need flower crowns that are going to cost twenty each?” YN made a beeline for the fridge, lifting out the bottle of wine, undoing the cap and taking a swig as she got a glass down from the shelf. “And they want topless waiters, that’s gonna cost I dunno how much, depends on how many people go, and then they’re talking about twerking classes, and fuckin’,” YN took a gulp of the wine and topped it up, “Mani-pedis, that are just gonna get taken off in a week for the wedding.” Jared buzzed from his spot on the couch, listening as best he could, he was also so aware of the ring that was waiting for a finger to go on, he was so excited to ask, he almost couldn’t even think about the food he’d made, or even begin to take in all the bridesmaid drama she was sprouting. “If they want to pay a hundred and twenty five for all that, I’m happy to put on some nipple tassels, go topless and paint everyone’s nails, make flower crowns and,” YN planted a kiss to Jared’s head as she rounded the lounge, but she didn’t stop talking, “serve drinks, I’d do it all nude if that’s what they’d pay me!”

She plonked down onto the sofa and took a large gulp from her glass. Jared’s cheeks were slightly flushed, a small smile played at the corner of his mouth as he watched her launch back into the rant, leaning forward to push her glass further along the table from where she’d balanced it on the edge. “And, and, the way they all go on about it, it’s like it’s tomorrow. Seriously-- that smells amazing by the way.” She added, Jared almost missed the inserted comment, nodding and stroking her thigh as she continued. “Get this, they NEED me there,” YN sat forward and began to remove her sweater, “Fuck off, I don’t know any of you, you are expecting twenty-eight people. You don’t need shit from me.” The sweater came over her head, her hair coming with it, falling over her face. Jared took the sweater from her while she flipped her hair back into place, not missing a beat.

“And this is all before flights, so add two hundred on top of that, another hundred for a place to stay, even though they’ve booked an apartment, come on! It’s got three beds, and how many people are coming from the east coast?” YN reached down and pulled off her shoes, throwing them over the back of the lounge, “How many are coming from a different state? It’s not gonna fit us all. And I know, she’s offered to pay a bit to have me there, and you’ve offered and her mum has, but I’m not letting anyone do that. If she desperately wanted me there, she would’ve - Sorry, did you want one?” YN said, interrupting herself, noticing Jared’s eyes flicking to the table. He smiled and shook his head, mouth open to decline but she continued on, earning a snort of a chuckle from him.

“I’m not bitter about being asked after Emma couldn’t make it. All I’m saying is,” YN reached to her back and unclasped her bra, under her shirt, “If I’m like a ‘sister’ to her, as she keeps reminding me, wouldn’t you think I’d be a first thought?” She pulled her right arm into her sleeve and fumbled around before sticking it back out, “I mean, her mum, the other night, congratulated me on getting bridesmaid, then proceeded to tell me how Amy said she should’ve just asked me in the first place, and how did she not think of that and…” YN pulled her bra out of her other sleeve and hung the offending material over the arm of the couch. “I love Amy, I do, but she’s really showing her true colors, I’m not hurt because I know Amy. If you’re emotionally invested, you’re gonna get yourself hurt.” YN began to arrange the pillows behind her. “So off topic, well, no, but-- anyway. The point is, these bridesmaids are so over the top, promise me,” YN sat back, testing how comfy her arrangement was and seemingly decided it was perfect, she sat forward reaching blindly for her wine, “We’ll never do any of that.” YN glanced down to look at where her wine was, missing the fall of Jared’s face at her last words, instead noticing the box. “Oh my god, Jared.” She breathed, looking back up to him, seeing the hang of his head, the crease of his brow. “No babe, I didn’t mean… No-- I-- oh my god. Jared?” She put a hand on his thigh and tucked a finger under his chin, pushing him to look at her. “Surprise.” He muttered, crestfallen. She gaped at him, she didn’t know whether to fling herself at him or dig her own grave. She reached for the box, taking his hand and putting it in his large grasp. “I love you. I love us.” She promised, putting her thumb on the opening of the box, she looked up at him and he shrugged, not minding if she opened it or not.

The ring was stunning, and seemed to mirror what she had said when they were sitting in bed a year and a half ago after Amy had sent a picture of her engagement ring. “Why do women like these big ass diamonds? They’re so in ya face.” “What would you want? Let me guess, color?” Jared had laughed, pulling her into his side and taking the phone from her to look over the picture. “Laugh all you want, but I want green,” “Of course you do.” Another laugh from Jared as he handed back the phone. “Yeah, and I want something unique, something you don’t see on everyone’s finger.”

“Jared, it’s beautiful.” She whispered, she couldn’t take her eyes off it, so she didn’t even see the light that had sparked in Jared’s eyes, her comment giving him hope again. “So…” She looked up at his quiet word. “Ask me.” She begged, she was almost on her knees in front of him of his side of the couch, inches from his face, her eyes round and wide, waiting for him to say those magical words. A sly smile came across his face as he thought of how to phrase his question. “Will you not have a big wedding with me?” He managed to get out the whole question before her lips were on his. “Yes, Jared Padalecki, I will have the happiest, littlest, wedding with you!” Jared smiled as he pulled her back into a kiss, teeth clashing as they both smiled into it. Jared pulled back, both of them wiping the other’s tears, before he took her hand and pulled the ring from the box, sliding the ring into place on her left ring finger, kissing over it before moving back to her lips. Dinner long forgotten.

“From this moment, I take you as my best friend. I pledge to encourage, support and respect you through our life together. When this path becomes difficult, I promise to stand by you and uplift you, so that through our union, we can be stronger than we would ever hope to be apart. “I promise to be your number one fan, and be your ever present, listening and captivated audience. I promise to always grab your butt, even when we’re old and wrinkly. And I promise to always linger in our kisses. “For you, I will strive to be a better me, for you I will try to not rant as much, and for you, I promise, to learn how to cook.” Though there were a few muffled laughs from their parents, siblings and friends throughout the vows, this last line, got a loud “praise be” from YN’s mother. The Judge announced Jared and YN, husband and wife and smiled as they kissed. And as YN had promised, she lingered, pecking him twice more as Jared smiled against her lips. Instead of a wedding in the traditional sense they had a service at the court with immediate family, and friends they couldn’t imagine living without. After the ceremony, wedding bands in place, they all headed off to the big party, where their friends and extended family awaited, to celebrate their love. This way, in YN’s eyes, there was no fuss, no fight over who was a bridesmaid, extra expenses, and Jared had asked that the only gift they received, if people felt they need to give, was money to a flight agent for a secret honeymoon he was planning. And no matter how YN nagged at him, he hadn’t given in just yet.

“It says New Zealand, we’re going to New Zealand?” YN questioned as she looked at the ticket he’d handed her. Jared smiled and shook his head. “And here’s the tickets to your connecting flight, Mister Padalecki.” The stewardess behind the desk said, sliding the tickets, tucked into the passports, back across the counter, smiling when YN tried to get them before Jared snatched them up. “It’s a surprise, she doesn’t know where we’re headed yet.” Jared explained, tucking the travel documents into a pocket inside his jacket. “Ah well, may I say, I am very jealous of your destination!” The stewardess beamed, “And congratulations on your recent marriage.” “Thank you!” YN chimed, before steering Jared away from the desk, tucked under his arm, staring at him, hoping her defiant glare would make him finally crack. “Let’s go get that free champagne,” He teased, ignoring her look as he guided her towards the first class lounge.

For the first couple of hours of the flight it was excited chatter, a game of guesses for YN. She was begging for Jared to give her clues, throwing out places of where New Zealand could connect to. “Australia?” Jared pulled a maybe face but finally shook his head. “Tahiti?” She guessed again, causing him to laugh. “Nope.” “Come on give me a clue.” She pleaded, pulling out all the stops with her puppy dog eyes and pouted lips. “Just trust me, you’ll love it.” He said, leaning forward to give her a kiss, surprised when she pulled back. “If you give me a clue, I’ll give you a kiss.” She bartered, Jared took a deep breath and sighed. “Water.” He murmured, puckering his lips for his kiss now that he’d given a clue. YN turned her head, forgetting the kiss, deep in thought. “Noumea?” She questioned, looking back to him. He placed his hand at the back of her head and pulled her in for an inescapable kiss. “Nope.” He whispered, giving the tip of her nose a kiss before settling back into his seat and turning to the screen in front of him, leaving her to wonder.

Jared stopped in front of the large screen with all the different flight times and gates on it, he looked down the list and smiled. He bent to YN’s ear, his arms wrapped around her waist, her head leaning back against his chest. Her eyes were barely open as he whispered the flight number into her ear. She began to sleepily scan the different flights and found the number. “Fiji? We’re going to Nadi?” She said excitedly, turning in his arms to look up at him. “Good surprise?” He asked, leaning down to peck her lips. “Best surprise,” She muttered as she pressed against his lips again.

“Bula!” Came the greeting of the staff as Mr & Mrs Padalecki hopped off the boat, bags being handed off to one of the big men in a hawaiian themed work shirt. YN smiled up at Jared as they were then offered complimentary drinks while the traditional welcome song started. The tiny island, off Nadi, was where they were to spend the next week and a half, an itinerary of different activities on request and plenty of downtime planned, they were set for one hell of a honeymoon. “Welcome to Likuliku Lagoon Resort, if there is anything you need, please do not hesitate to call me. My name is Mali and I’m here to make sure you have the best time while celebrating your love for one another.” He said genuinely, not a hint of a smirk in sight as he stepped forward from the quickly disappearing welcome group. On the small golf buggy, their guide pointed out the different areas for activities, the bars and restaurants, the spa and other different spots. YN chatted away happily, asking different questions about the Island and the different activities they could book. “Here’s your suite, you’re at the end, as requested, you will not be disturbed unless called on. If you would like your room made up, please press the bell just inside the door, and someone will be there within the hour, or while you are at an activity.” Mali informed, YN blushed at the explanation and Jared caught it, knowing exactly what had gone through her mind, as it had his.

The bags were inside already, lovely swans made out of towels on the end of a bed covered in petals. “Happy Honeymoon!” Jared said once the door was closed behind them, their first chance of privacy in twenty-four hours. “This place is amazing!” She said, already sliding the door open to the deck, private plunge pool and sunbed. The view looked straight across a small patch of grass and over the sand to the ocean.

The room we are never leaving!

Our amazing deck, private pool and view of the ocean - five steps from our door!

“Jared, this would’ve cost an arm and a leg, and more!” She rounded on him, flinging herself into his arms as he joined her in the doorway. “You’re worth it.” He said simply before lifting her off her feet and carrying her back inside. “Why don’t we shed these clothes and have a shower?” She suggested, already winding a hand up the back of his shirt. He growled and nipped at her neck, loving the quiet moan that caught in her throat. Jared let go of her, reluctantly, and reached up to his collar, pulling the shirt over his head, finding she’d started to strip out of her dress as well. He followed her towards the bathroom, both kicking and shedding their remaining clothes, though he grabbed her hand when she started towards the small tiled shower. “There’s one outside.” He said, pulling her towards the glass doors that lead towards a pebbled wall, big stone slabs leading to the wide shower-head.

My beautiful girl in our outdoor shower.

After spending half a week moving from the bed, to the shower, to the sun bed, plunge pool and beach, hands always roaming over the other, never getting enough, YN spoke up. “I could make love to you for the full honeymoon, BUT,” “But,” Jared echoed with a chuckle, pulling her to straddle his lap while they sat in the plunge pool, her finger tracing circles in his chest hair. “Do you wanna do a different activity? Like jet ski, snorkeling, or even diving? I saw they do parasailing and they even have a golf course the resort over.” She suggested, her hand trailing up his neck, over his jaw, tracing the cupid’s bow of his lips. “You saw all that, hey?” He questioned, the smile that stretched his lips made her finger fall to his bottom lip, and he couldn’t resist but bite at it playfully. “I was looking through the pamphlet as you were sleeping.” She shrugged, retrieving her finger from between his teeth, frowning at him. “Why don’t we jet ski, that’ll be fun, we can do that tour they were talking about and take our snorkels.” He mused, placing a peck to her lips. And as she had vowed, she lingered.

Things we conquered together...

The next few days were busy and filled with activities, they even made friends with another couple while paragliding. By the end of the day and having done everything together they were set to spend the next day apart from their loved ones. Jared went off with Phil, the husband, ready for a men’s day of golf. While the girls suited up for a dive, to explore what the island’s reefs had to offer. After lunch and a long talk, Celia and YN went to the mainland for a spot of shopping.

Jared got his golf with Phil, YN got her dive with Celia.

On the last night, Jared had one more surprise. Little did he know, so did YN. “Jared, this is too much, we’re already married, you spoil me!” YN breathed as they approached the table Mali had set up for them. “I love you, and you deserve to be spoiled.” Jared said with a broad smile. “Mister Padalecki has already ordered for you both and there’s champagne open and waiting. Is there anything else I can get you?” Mali asked, holding Jared’s chair out for him after Jared had helped his wife. “Umm, actually, Mali, can I get a sparkling water? Instead of the champagne?” YN asked, smiling at Mali and ignoring the quirked brow coming from Jared. Our waiter nodded and headed off. “What’s up?” Jared asked, reaching across and taking YN’s hand, his thumb running back and forth over her knuckles as if it were a problem he could soothe. “Well, you might think you’re the master of surprises, but I have one for you.” YN licked her lips as Jared winked across at her. “What is it, or are you saving it for later?” Jared’s voice dropped to a growl and he wagged his eyebrows as her. “Stop, you hornbag!” She accused, swatting him playfully as he reached across and tucked a finger in the front of her dress to see what lingerie she was wearing. “You’ve been just as horn-baggy!” He shot back, stopping her foot under the table from traveling any further towards his crotch. She winked at him and then settled her elbows on the table. “Okay, in all seriousness, would you like your surprise now or later?” She asked, taking his hand again, this time her thumb ran over his knuckles. “Mali will be back any sec-” She tossed his hand at him and he sat back, body rocking with a boisterous laugh. “Now, I want my surprise now!” He answered, moving his chair around the table, closer to her. “You sure? You gotta get through dinner…” She waited as he thought. “Can I have a hint, is it a thing or is it … I dunno, something else?” He asked, placing a hand on her thigh as she turned to face him. “It’s a bit of both. It will be a thing. But at the moment it’s something else.” Her cryptic clue made him sit back and ponder. He looked back over to her and chewed on his bottom lip. “I want it now?” He asked as if there was a right or wrong answer. “You sure?” She giggled, taking his hand, her hand under his so his palm was facing up. “Yes,” she began to move his hand, “No. Ye-no, I don’t know. Do I want it now?” He asked again, this decision was really eating at him. “Why don’t I tell you when we’re halfway through dinner?” YN suggested, raising her eyebrows, the smile still on her lips, the one that hadn’t left since she’d got back from shopping with Celia. “Okay.” Jared breathed a sigh of relief, glad he didn’t have to make up his mind. They both looked out over the water as the sun set and the night sky was illuminated a shade of pink. There was a comfortable silence that fell between them as they both thought about the holiday they’d just shared. “Tell me now.” Jared blurted suddenly, startling YN but altogether making her laugh. “Okay, I’m just gonna say it, you don’t get to turn back,” She explained, giving him one last chance to pick later. “I’m pregnant!” She exclaimed as Jared opened his mouth to say something. His jaw hung open for a moment, he was staring, awestruck. “Jared, sweetheart, we’re pregnant.” She breathed, gently placing a palm on his cheek as she guided his upturned hand to her stomach. “When-- what-- how-- when did you find out? How did you?” Jared couldn’t decide what to ask first as he finally animated and looked between his hand on her stomach and her face. “We’re pregnant.” He breathed as she watched him, her rosy cheeks round and glowing as she smiled brightly at him. He pulled her into him, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. And as he pulled away for air, she lingered, foreheads touching as she whispered, “Happy Honeymoon!”

This is where our Honeymoon ended and our new life began xx

Hope you liked this. I just wanna take a moment to share a more serious note with you: after finishing this series and turning on the TV, the news came on and something I never thought would happen to me, happened - one of my friends from high school was on it. She had fallen ill while on her honeymoon in fiji and just as she was about to board the plane to come home to be treated, she passed away. With that in mind, can you please add Kelly and her husband Chase to your prayers, spare a thought for them, and hug your loved ones a little tighter? Here’s to you fatty, you’ll always be that bright smile at the back of the band.

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I was chatting with @wolvaraash about generations and the names of generations bc we’re only two years apart but we’re considered in two different gens so it starts off like

Her: You’re the beginning of the centennials! And I’m the end of the millenials!

Me: Otherwise known as the middle I like the idea of being a ruined, transient wanderer not attached to anything

And eventually it just got into new names for the “transitioning period” between generations like “genderation” (a typo that we liked) and “Not-quite-where-they-ought-to-be generation” to full blown social commentary.

Here’s our “BEST OF” collection:

(To be clear: These are commentaries on generations pre-millennials. They are mostly things pointing out issues caused by pre-millennials, although there are a few which just kind of highlight things about millennials and onwards.)

“We know y'all are gonna die early because of your unhealthy lifestyles (like smoking) and guess what? No we won’t bury you next to your father who you claimed was the perfect man even though everyone knows he was a violent alcoholic and hit great grandma eventually giving her an early death. No instead we’re gonna donate your body to science for the greater good and to better the future of our world” generation

“All of what I say to you goes right down the drain because even if I’m a fucking 25 year old you’ll still tell me I’m a kid and you won’t take me seriously no matter what I say, no matter what I show you, no matter what I’ve done, unless I have literally committed a crime or ruined your personal house because even though you point to selfies as the ultimate representation of vanity maybe it’s actually the fact that you only care about me if it directly affects you” generation

“As an artist, my artistic abilities will not leave me begging in the streets. It’s your idea that it will and your oppression and restrictions that make it difficult for me to get a job as an artist. You know who’s killing stuff? You. You’re killing my job opportunities and my will to live fuck off with your beliefs on how perusing my passions is a waste of time. Stop telling me I’m wasting my talents on something that is frivolous when I could be turning my passion for art into passion for something that matters like creating weapons for the government. Seriously wtf stop telling me to use my brain to protect my country I’m SICK OF IT FUCK OFF” generation

“Stop telling me what I should and should not wear it’s my body and I wear what I like thank you very much. If you care so much stop looking at me with your disgusting face. Peasants are supposed to avert their eyes when royalty is near, maybe you should try that” generation

“I start learning about the world and I turn around to learn something and next thing I know, my mom’s an anti-vaxxer, transphobic and thinks that trigger means something you disagree with, and 90% of my family voted for an ignorant cheeto” generation

��Maybe y'all should take a step back and think about what you’ve done” generation

“I want to be anywhere but here” generation

“I actually typed in pokemon instead of generation subconsciously before catching myself wtf is wrong with me” generation

“Yeah you know what I didn’t take you into account when I started identifying as a lesbian because it has nothing to do with you and the fact that you think that I need to think about your fucking feelings when I’m realizing shit about ME is really fucked up like do I need a fucking hallpass to decide I like girls take a fucking second and think about that no I like girls and I don’t give a fuck that you wish I was straight I’m not so fuck you” generation

“Seriously you guys stop complaining that I complain too much when I’m in pain. You have made me stop saying anything when I’m in pain dear god you will be the death of me because while I’m on feverish on the floor telling you to call mom you’re still watching atv videos in YouTube, telling me to stop complaining so much it can’t be that bad” generation

“It’s because of you telling me that I’m talking too much or that you don’t care that I’m scared to start talking about something that interests me and that’s honestly so screwed up because I wanted to tell someone about how I’d figured out how someone had animated a game and I stopped halfway through the first sentence to check that I wasn’t boring them” generation

“I love hugs” generation

“Stop getting offended when I ask you what your preferred pronouns are, just because you have no tolerance for me asking doesn’t mean someone might really appreciate it one day. Yes yes I had a feeling you were cis as soon as you reacted like that but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop asking anytime soon” generation

“My correcting you on my pronouns does not trigger you, you are an asshole who ought to be supportive but all you do is complain when I tell you what you can do to support me and if I tell you that you’re misgendering me then you should say ‘shit, sorry’ and move on and correct yourself, not go on a rant that victimizes yourself and forces me to listen to your whining about how hard my identity is for you for half an hour, the only way this has anything to do with you is how you treat me, I didn’t decide not to be cis just to spite you” generation

“Pls stop telling me to choose one gender, no I won’t dump you just because I like girls and boys no seriously I can choose anyone in the world and I chose you what the fuck no I’m not gonna cheat. No I’m not a confused straighty pls stop calling me gross it makes me feel bad” generation

“You have too many issues to own so many guns” generation

"No, I'm not a guy or a gal, and it is not my fault that you continue to assume one or the other rather than asking me. I'm trying to be as obvious as I can and still you insist on stuffing me in a box that I don't belong in. I'm not a member of your binary and I don't want to be, ask me about pronouns when you're talking to me, and if you aren't sure, fucking ask before getting pissy that I'm gently saying 'actually I use' just because you feel like my development is nothing more than an inconvenience for you" generation

And finally:

"We should make these into a textpost" generation

**credit not individually given by request

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