#YOU DONT HAFTA READ ALL THAT

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Wait im sorry if like youve talked about this before but what is everyones roles in the fantasy au 👁️👁️ or jobs?

i've just Thought Aloud in bits and pieces but hey. i feel like talking today so i'll put it all in one place with Updated Thinkings

(i like to imagine that they all kinda Quit their initial jobs/lives to go adventuring with each other, either by choice or... not. except Howdy, who's a multitasking king). the Neighborhood party earns their wages by completing jobs/quests, though some of them have minor supplemental ways of adding to the coin collection

Wally, of course, didn't really have much of a Before. he didn't intend on becoming a warlock/wizard - that choice was kinda made for him by the circumstances of his existence. but Wally had to pretend to be a wizard for his own safety, and wizards have a sort of societal expectation to be Helpful and Magical and Wise and Existing For Public Service. so while Wally would have rather just been a painter, he's obligated to be a wizard - that's technically his role/job. within the Neighborhood party, he's a bit of a distance fighter/support! he doesn't really do the whole up-close / physical aspect of battle, though he technically knows how. He casts spells from afar, which tend to be widely benign. artsy little cantrips and inconveniences to make it harder for the enemy to fight. he's also a bit of a bloodhound - illusions don't trick him, he can "see" most magic, and he's really good at getting around unnoticed. if they're stuck somewhere, Wally can probably get them out

Barnaby's "job" before going adventuring with Wally - it started out as just the two of them! - was just working on the farm with Ms. Beagle, where he had been his entire life. Sure he'd sometimes do public performances/acts in town, which would earn him extra coin, but that was more of a paying hobby than anything (a paying hobby he will Continue) in the Neighborhood, he's... uh. their cheerleader? that's not entirely inaccurate! he's not big on combat or effort i'd reckon, so he prefers to just keep morale high. offer background music, funny commentary, jokes to lighten the mood, mediate tensions, etc. if necessary, he makes good backup - he has his illusions of course, and he Does pack a mighty punch if need be! he's also very helpful when retreating - he can grab the smaller party members and run

Wormie is the group mascot <3

Sally was a bit lost before joining the party - i like to think that she was constantly on the move as part of a traveling theater troupe, but she wasn't the star or director. she was just part of the group, uninspired and with a full well of untapped potential. one day she up and left (dramatically) to find her own inspiration/muse & path to stardom, which ended up being several years of wandering until she happened across the budding Neighborhood and went "this! this will be the source of my stories!" as for her role, she's a bit of an everyman. front lines fighter, entertainer, mediator, etc. she views herself as the party "leader", or rather, their Manager. she keeps the party entertained with stories, and bolsters their reputation in the same manner. in a battle she's a bit of a powerhouse - her light magic is useful both in combat and entertainment! she keeps a "book" of the Neighborhood's exploits (she swears it will be edited/published someday) holy shit she's moominpappa, and in their Extended downtime she writes and throws plays inspired by their adventures at their home base (town).

Eddie was still, originally, a mailman. or i suppose in a fantasy setting - a courier! until one day he saw a group of people being attacked by some bandits, managed to fight them off, and immediately got roped into helping rescue the folks' entire town from the bigger group of bandits. then they told others about Eddie's help, they wanted his help too, one thing after another and now he's got a full set of armor, a sword, a shield, and his whole thing is saving people. huh? how did that happen? he was delivering letters a month ago! if i had to give him a title... i'd say he's a Protector! he seems like the type! he always has his fellow adventurer's backs - i bet he has his hands full trying to cover everyone at once. outside of combat, he's still very helpful and does whatever is asked of him / needed. collecting firewood! pitching tents! stirring soup! getting Frank to remove a centipede from camp! in downtime he probably takes small bodyguarding gigs. he also is a minor healer - he took some sorta oath for some sorta god (or virtue) that he can't remember, but he has minor healing/cleansing powers. he's also good at sniffing out evil & dark magic! some would joke that he's the party's guard dog

Frank was raised in a monastery that believes in "using your body to fight for the greater good". this was not his job when they became old enough to actually Act on his training! nah they ran away in his mid teens because they wanted to fight things on his own terms. also they want to study bugs more than anything, which he does! for a long time! then they meet a certain princess, befriends her, and helps her run away. he only joins the Neighborhood because Julie wants to, and it's a good way to travel - read: study more arthropods - and earn coin. fighting is a bonus aspect Frank's role is... front line fighter, bookkeeper, and the Guy Who Knows Things! what monster are they dealing with? what are its strengths/weaknesses? Frank probably knows! can they afford a room or two at an Inn? Frank knows (no, they cannot)! who's throwing themself into direct mortal danger with gusto? it's Frank! no but really, Frank is like their resident nerd who can beat pretty much all of them in hand-to-hand. in downtime he probably has a garden purposefully full of plants that can be left alone for long periods of time... maybe they sell half the things grown for extra coin!

Julie, of course, was a princess! that was her whole job! it was incredibly boring and restricting, so she ran away with the help of a funny nerd. after that her whole life was just "avoid getting recognized while figuring out how to live in a world without the comforts/ease of castle life". i'd think she much prefers her new one! as a role, Julie joins Barn and Sally in the "entertainment category". while they entertain with humor/stories respectively, Julie goes straight for games and activities to fill the lull between action. keep the blood pumping, spirits high, and bonds Solid! camp games, road games, locked-in-a-dungeon games! in combat, she's on the front lines with her oversized sword. i think another fitting role would be "navigator" - she can ask plants for directions! technically Julie is a secret powerhouse. her flora magic is insanely powerful, though she prefers not to use it for several reasons

Poppy, i like to think, did indeed have a bakery. it was well-loved in her community, her staff were wonderful people, and it all burned down in a night due to raiders. luckily for Poppy and her town, Eddie was nearby and got on the case to get rid of their problem - maybe Poppy felt obligated to help in some shape or form, and Eddie wound up inspiring her to learn healing magic. She moved into the town that would become the not-yet-existing Neighborhood's HQ to try and restart her business, but it just wasn't the same, and she had gotten a taste of what it would be like to directly save/heal people Poppy is the party's cook, healer, and ultimate voice of caution! the most she'll do in battle is sprint into danger to drag an injured person to safety for healing - she doesn't have a combative bone in her body i'd guess! does she enjoy being in the Neighborhood? eh... it's stressful and terrifying, but she couldn't live with herself if she let them all brave the wild without an adequate healer OR an adequate cook. i like to think that she saw the state they were traveling in and went "oh no"

Howdy, of course, has his tavern! it's a popular hub for travelers, townsfolk, pretty much anyone and everyone. of course it helps that it's the only tavern in town! the only reason Barnaby managed to convince Howdy to join the Neighborhood on one of their jobs is because Howdy realized that he can widen his net & sell to new people On The Go. finally, a use for that magic backpack collecting dust in his room! Howdy got a taste for adventuring and joins the Neighborhood every once in a while, usually only for shorter jobs - he doesn't want to be away from his tavern for too long his roles are support, professional haggler, sarcastic commentary. he doesn't have a crumb of magic in him, but he's clever! he's learned how to make his own support items - including his fancy revolvers with magical crayonsbullets. Howdy rarely fights, choosing to watch over his pack, dole out items when needed, and listen to Barnaby's running commentary. when it is necessary that he join in on combat, he can usually clear the playing field in a matter of moments. he's skilled with both the revolvers and using his own items - he's a one man four armed army!

Home's job is "keep Wally upright and powered". they prefer to be an observer in all situations, even after their existence becomes common knowledge to the Neighborhood. the most Home will do is nudge Wally in the right direction or alert him to something important. Home's literally just hanging out behind Wally's eyes w/ a bucket of popcorn. unless something happens to his beloved little puppet, in which case Home becomes the biggest baddest bitch around and sends everyone else to the bench

tl;dr: Wally: support fighter, magic geiger counter, escape artist Barnaby: entertainer, backup Wormie: mascot Sally: storyteller, fighter, Manager Eddie: protector, minor healer, "paladin" Frank: bookkeeper, fighter, scholar Julie: activities director, navigator, fighter Poppy: cook, healer, overthinker Howdy: tavernkeeper, inventor, support Home: just keeping an eye out

#THERE'S A TL;DR AT THE END BTW #YOU DONT HAFTA READ ALL THAT #honestly thinking about them fighting is so funny #bc like... out of the 9 of them technically only 5 actually fight #Unless frank needs to sit one out to research #then its 4! #so you've got four guys fighting for their fucking lives while everyone else is just vibing off to the side #honestly half of the appeal of fantasy aus is the Fun Combat Aspect #not only the actual fights but also! sparring! practicing with each other! #its about frank teaching wally how to throw a punch & wally immediately decking him right in the face! Accidentally! #its also about the Camping. and the Healing. and the Trusting Each Other With Your Lives. #found family it up babeyyyyyyy #rambles from the bog #wh fantasy au #just realized that ~In Canon~ if anything the neighbors are Forced Family #they dont have a choice! they're in it together whether they like it or not! #and i say 'if anything' bc ehhhh i dont really think they count... are they more like coworkers? but yk #this is an au post i cant be speculating on The Delightful Source here

[spaciebabie]

in this episode of Top 10 Moments Before Disaster Strawberry "Everything can be solved by just talking" Rexica is released onto the battle field

#spacie spoinks #two talk #straw: im gonna gank you steven universe style #YOOUUUU CAN MAKE IT BETTERRRRR WE DONT HAFTA FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT #i wanna keep rambling in tags cuz im excited but im afraid people can read my mind #which is impossible b/c you have no context clues but i will still keep it vague enough that nothing is spoiled #anyway i wrote something really fucked up actually #OMG WHENEVER I FINALLY GET TA THAT PART I COULD MAKE SUCH A FUNNY MEME #or other ppl could #i mean‚ i cant make all the funnies (i might not be able ta resist) #ANYWAYS I KEEP HAVING BIG BRAIN IDEAS MY OUTLINE OF PART 2 WENT FROM 2 TA 11 PAGES IN THE SPAN OF 2 DAYS #HELL YEAAAAAAAH #im book marking this post for future use #hehehehhehehe

[shownusfool]

just saw official tumblr emporium crab day shirts *sobs and cries* YALL ARE SO STUPID STOP GIVING THIS SITE MONEY ITS NOT YOUR FRIEND YALL ARE SO DUMB

#if all goes to hell find me with a blog on idk livejournal or dreamwidth i can’t take it anymore #if i dont have either then find me on like the washington post i just cannot stand the state of the internet anymore #ppl will just hand money to this pos website that only supports u if youre a bigot #lets tell tumblr we don’t like these changes STOP POURING MONEY INTO THE SITE THEN LIKE LITERALLY STOP GIVING THE SITE MONEY ITS NOT HARD #THERE ARE SO MANY BETTER THINGS TO PUT MONEY INTO INTO THIS IS NOT HOW YOU DEMAND CHANGE THIS UGH #everyday reading comprehension lowers and the user experience decreases and if you have any brain cells at all you just hafta watch it go #also the shirts are ugly #andddd i hate that emporium ads keep on coming to me no matter how many times i report them or block them

[mrsspringerslover]

Your being a brat but dont worry, they know how to fix this problem

JJK MEN FUCKING THE BRATTINESS OUT OF YOU!!! Part 1

Nanami and toji

Warnings: find out and see;)

Toji

The sound of slapping echoing throughout the room, toji thrusted into you rougher. "P-lease..'m sorry daddy won't happen again!" Toji had your hands tied behind your back while giving you the roughest backshots. "Nah, that's not gonna work sweetheart, you asked for this dick so thats what your gonna get, slut" this was your 5th time cumming and toji wasn't slowing down anytime soon. "Please- let me c-cum!" "Let it go sweet girl, 'gon cum in this slutty pussy."

Nanami

The noise of rough patting filled nanami's bedroom. "Take it, take it all my stupid little slut," Nanami started to arch your back deeper causing a strain in your shoulders. "Ahhh o~ohh daddy!! slow down pl-please not gonna do it 'nymore promise!!Nanami laughed at you, he knew you were lying about being on your best behavior. This is all because he didn't get the new necklace from pandora. What you didn't know was that he already got it. "Crying over that ugly fuck- stupid necklace ahh shit- yes take it my little dick bandit." "Yes daddy m'sorry for being bad daddy- Hafta cum please, please." "*Slap* go ahead bratty bitch" after that he reached into the bedside table and handed you a box with the necklace you wanted. " Thank you daddy!"

Thank you for reading readers there is more to come part on its way!!

#jujutsu kaisen smut #anime smuts #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #toji smut #nanami smut

[liverpool-enjoyer]

Hi Max!

Do you have any liverpool ships?

hey lovely anon!!!

so uh this might seem strange coming from a liverpool fan that loves shipping as much as i do but i actually,,, dont ship anyone on the team??? n ik i write virgisson sometimes but i actually dont even ship em, i jus put em in my fics cause my friends like em n i like making my friends happy.

for me liverpool is the ultimate family fc team. not that theres anything WRONG w shipping liverpool players (you hafta read that in jerry seinfelds voice), i jus personally dont see anything romantic between any of em. like at all.

#dont get me wrong i LOVE the whole loverpool thing we got going on #but i see it as familial love #ty for the ask <3 #lfc #liverpool fc #liverpool

[crybabyhearts]

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[motionjames]

More of me whining incessantly! I want to say that it's not all bad, but I can't say it's all good either... ^^" uwaaahhhn...

I will keep saying "it'll be okay!" even if I dont entirely believe it.

I don't want to complain to my roomates, I'm already lying around so much, and I don't want to cry in front of my sister... In the mornings I end up crying and she looks really worried. It's not out of sadness or even pain, it's just that my body is stressed from everything so it starts up like that. Most of all I feel frustration since I cant work and my day job is about to hit a deadline. I need to pay rent, and I cant let anybody down. But I've spent most of my days with this squeezing feeling and little needles.

It's probably some kind of heart condition but my doctor (who is very nice!) is unable to find anything at the moment. I always feel like I'm wasting her time, or that I'm lying about soemthing. But I'm not lying! I have to keep reminding myself! That kind of thing isnt normal everyday! But even then, I feel like I'm lying ^^"

So the only thing I can do recently is read and write. I'm almost finished with The Moon Is Down by John Steinbeck and om sort of sad that it nearly over because I've read everything else on my shelf... I should go to the library, but going out leaves me out of breath. Ah, I still have those books I need to return. Thank goodness there arent any late fees \( ^_^)/

That leaves writing. It's hard to focus for long periods so I try to cut it up into snippets. I have two vns I'm supposed to be putting out but I've been so slow... theres a story I wanna write that's really eviscerating, but I hafta finish these first. It struck me as really funny that I write about a buncha guys with pains in their chest and now I have a pain in my chest too. Wahahaha.

Growing up I would have a stabbing feeling whenever I felt some negative emotion, it was really embarrassing. It was like an intense squeezing with a knife in the side. But it's silly to talk about because it was all psychosomatic. Even as an adult I had those. I ended up writing about that kind of feeling subconsciously because I was so embarrassed.

There was a certain incident that happened and my mood worsened all around, even now I cant sleep properly, but around that time I started getting more intense pangs without warning. I started writing something on the side very transparently about that with a young man traveling around as a hole in his chest grows and eventually kills him. I dont know if I will ever put it out but I go back to it time to time for fun. Now, I have that feeling everyday no matter the mood. I wonder if this whole time it wasnt anything psychosomatic, but actually serious? I'm so dense! Uwaaaaahhh!

So all I can do at the moment is write. Not even that much, mind you. How annoying. I'm worried my bitter feelings will spill over or that it'll come out too ugly. I don't think so... At least the stories will be fine. Ah, but my head hurts. Everything is squeezing again. I wont cry, but maybe I will, but I wont! Ahhhh! I cant become more useless than I already am! I miss everyone a lot! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

#chip talks

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

vent sorry guys youse dont hafta read this its just my feewings<3

hey can someone convince me i'm not a failure and that i'm gonna make it through this year? because its not lookin too good rn boys

i have so much freaking homework and extracurriculars and i start sewing lessons again tomorrow and my ma's being really mean abt it and my brother is leaving for college this year or next and i'm really gonna miss him even though we haven't been really close in years and

the race i worked at this weekend? the company is owned by my best friends parents. yeah. the best friend ive been in love with for years. that best friend. and so i had to spend three days in close proximity with her trying not to cry because she has a new boyfriend every week so i know itll never happen. and then i finally learn shes single, but guess what!!!! she has a crush on like three different guys!!!!!! and she also doesn't know im ftm so being around her makes me feel bad because she only uses my deadname and pronouns so its so so much fun!!!! and we made this pact.

we promised eachother that we wouldnt kill ourselves if the other was still alive, and got eachother like promise rings and stuff and i 'proposed' with hers to her and shes just like 'omg thanks girlie!!!!🫶🫶' and i know im being super dramatic about this and that itll never happen so i should just let it go but it hurts!!!! it hurts so bad when she talks about her newest guy and i know that it shouldnt because there no reason she would ever love me back but it feels like im getting torn apart from the inside.

and im taking so so so many classes this year that any free time i have and some that i dont have is spent doing homework and its all so hard which is stupid because i should be able to do all this but i have so many freaking responsibilities this year, not including theater which is so much more stressful this year because our director is leaning heavily on me because im her only competent person and ive been with her for the past five years but the people in the class are friggin. INSANE and i dont know how to handle them

but i havent had a hug in over two months!!! i havent had friendly contact in so so long and im going insane because im a really tactile person but i never initiate because every time i do people think its weird and stop being friends with me

and im so

so lonely which is stupid but i feel like a can being squished in a trash compactor

anyway. i really appreciate you guys, and i think you folk and honestly newsies are the only thing really keepin me goin. so. like. thanks for that/gen.

#uh oh! #eel's sad again boys! #im so. tired #i havent gotten a full eight hours in. #oh god i dont even know how long.

[mid-nighttiger]

you ever think about how some ppl are like ‘dont be racist! dont forget racism in/about fictional characters is still ‘real’ racism! [writes long posts about racism and appropriation in star wars (fandom)]’ and then turn around and be like ‘the jedi made anakin fall’ ‘the main theme of star wars is that the jedi are bad,’ or even more egregiously, ‘the jedi deserved what they got / to fall (read: to die)’

like yeah i know it’s fictional and all that but imo it tells me a lot about a person’s real feelings about cultures they can’t understand or relate to. i don’t even wanna know what kinda mental gymnastics you hafta do to go from george lucas’ stated goal to introduce western audiences to eastern religions to ‘actually, this Heavily buddhist based philosophy is the real root of evil and thats what star wars is really all about’

#again. it is not just white ppl who do this #star wars #midtalks #the number of asian ppl ive seen say 'oh yeah! thats me!' #and the jewish ppl talking about the jewish coding of the jedi #and then the number of self proclaimed 'leftists' who say the jedi are bad and their philosophy is bad and you should feel bad istg

[afrival]

honestly im gonna become a damn emoji anon because why not. so, hi. anyway would it be ok if i were to request hcs for if crona had a male s/o who's usually not very physically affectionate unless he's upset? so ig if he were to hug crona, theyd know smthn was wrong. yeah. dont feel like you hafta do it obvs. thank you have a great day! - 🐦 (yes i have chosen to be a bird lmao)

OOOOO FIRST EMOJI ANON bet hello 😎💯 Yes I can do this for you, I’m love Crona 🙌 Have a great day too 🐦 anon mwah 💋

no warnings

male reader, non-binary Crona

•=======================•

- Okay, honestly, I see Crona being kinda the same way?

- I don’t see them as being a very physically affectionate person in general, especially being the age they are in the show

- But maybe as they get older they would open up to it more, and ofc in a relationship it would be different

- SO needless to say Crona 100% understands DHHF

- Like they will never push you to talk about anything you don’t want to talk about or anything

- Crona is perfectly okay with not having a very physical relationship 24/7, it’s lowkey how they prefer it 💀

- But, if something is wrong, they would try their damn best to comfort you

- Especially if you’re all of a sudden more needy or more affectionate. Like. It’s just obvious to them that something is up

- So let’s say that you just got back from a stressful mission, it was harder than expected and a few of your friends were injured

- You avoided talking about it for as long as possible until you just couldn’t handle the guilt anymore

- You’re hanging out with Crona, it’s quiet, they’re reading and you’re kinda just laying down on your bed and staring at the ceiling

- You sit up and sigh, finally snapping and not being able to handle the overwhelming amount of emotion you’re feeling

- Crona looks up, face scrunched in a bit of confusion

- When your head comes into contact with their shoulder they tense for a moment because obvs this doesn’t happen very often so it’s like ???

- “y/n, are you okay?” They ask softly, stroking the back of your head

- You just sigh and shake your head, face still hidden in their shoulder

- “Sorry,” you mumble

- “It’s okay.”

- And that’s it really, you two don’t speak much. You still aren’t ready to fully talk about it but you at least want some comfort

- Crona strokes your hair and continues reading until you fall asleep

- When you wake up the next morning you head is still on Crona’s shoulder, but your both laying down

- They’re awake and just kinda 👀 staring at you to make sure your okay

- You give them a small smile, and they return it

- The next several hours are just spent in bed and being Soft and Comforting bc they know that’s what you need ❤️❤️

AS ALWAYS I hope you enjoyed 😩🙏 This was a very sweet request I loved writing it 🙌 see you around I think? Idk 🤷

#soul eater #soul eater headcanons #soul eater hcs #se crona #crona x reader #crona x male reader #nonbinary crona #crona headcanons #kenshcs #🐦.anon

[spaciebabie]

So Spacie.,,,,,, how’s our innocent little doodle coming along

its 9 am. this was the first thing i saw in my inbox this morning. right at the very top. ik you sent this today too.

anyways i redid the entire thing cuz i didnt like the pose and now it looks better. i hafta line it color, do various other things ta it.

look. a screenshot. obviously just something suggestive but.

he speeeeeen (omg i lorv vannie vinesooause)

wher th e FUCK am i gonna post thing thing my orig plan was ta get a patreon b/c as i was drawing this i was hit w/several more porno ideas but apparently they dont like porn there so

also edit: i was thinking abt this all of last night. i couldn't sleep. i got up early just so i could work on this. where am i.

edit 2: WHY WAS IT NOT UNDER READ MORE FKSFJSKFJ IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IJMR SORT

#spacie splains #help #HELLLLP #WHERRE AM I WHERE AM I #suggestive #very very suggestive we are literally talking abt porno #shield your eyes. god please. #i turned the navigator off no sneak peeks for you

[snekdood]

@mozart-ella-sticks​

hi i dont really care if you’re hindu lmao, i’ve been becoming hindu for years now and i’ve been learning all about it so you can’t just subdue me by saying that you’re hindu therefore i have nothing to contribute, like idc im not gonna stop saying my shit

and because i’m willing to be in good faith about this question and am willing to learn more, if you’re a hindu and hinduism is patriarchal... why are you a hindu? also, aside from male gods typically being seen as “the seed of life” essentially, what is so patriarchal about it, esp if you have a god like ardharanishvara that seems to me to embody equality, sameness and lack of division, or mahadevi, whom as you know, is considered the creator god in shaktism? because from what i’ve seen it seems there’s!!! so many thouuusands of beliefs in hinduism, so many different philosophies and so many different beliefs on who the great creator god is, so i’m not sure how you can label it as a whole as patriarchal, nor why you would continue to be hindu if you do believe that. I don’t doubt that there are hindu’s who do believe fucked up bs about women, i think i've read enough to know that, unfortunately a lot of religions get taken over and used for shitty purposes, but i’d also argue, based on what i’ve read, that shit wasn’t As bad until india got colonized, considering ppl could be gay, trans (fight me, i’ll die on this hill), and have orgies and polyamorous relationships n shit before then. since i grew up christian, i notice plenty of the christian values laced in hinduism, things i've fought against for years only to find gods i worship having conflicting narratives on what activities they get up to and what they think is right or wrong, and while i know theres many different retellings and narratives, i can't help but get a knot in my stomach when i feel the vibes of christianity. and if everything i've learned isn't enough, something inside tells me that's not how things have always been.

anyhoo, in regards to "indian radfems"-- i don’t believe you, that's not my point and also doesn't prove my point wrong necessarily if it were true? you're gonna hafta show me how being a radfem, or something adjacent, was in india before it was colonized tbqh lmao. i believe radfems run on an under layer of subtle christianity i've been calling "social christianity" which essentially means they hold a lot of the same conservative beliefs without the religious belief in god (sometimes..), weird restrictive beliefs surrounding having sex, weird divisive beliefs and desires vs men and women, and of course beliefs about gender and how any deviation or expression or identification aside from man and woman and the gender you were assigned at birth is bad for some reason, even though before it was fine in your religion!! but y’know, you don’t care about that ig, you’re a hindu who wants to uphold christian ideals that have destroyed and infected your religion, is how i feel. if women in india are mostly radfems, i feel bad that they’ve fallen for this trap. but I don’t really believe you.

also stfu about hijras before i rip you a new one. clearly you don’t know shit, you don’t interact with these people, hell, you’re probably the type of person to ask them to bless your home or some shit but then never give af about them or their wellbieng or anything. fuck off. you’re not the authority on this topic at all lmao, if you think being hindu is enough that’s funny. you’re funny. lmk about all the hijras you know and how much they love being called men, and it better be a list of at least 8 people. hijras are not all considered trans, but there are trans hijras and they in fact face worse discrimination, in many ways, in the hands of india, bc of ppl who only give a fuck about them bc of blessings or whatever, than other trans people do here in america.... but go auf kween

your proximity doesn’t mean shit if you don’t know shit. and no, i don’t think i will, i think i’ll die liberated and free, my good bitch 💖

#also i like how you reblogged from that lady who wrote an entire essay in hopes that i'd read it lmao #i wonder if she'll say that hijras face worse discrimmination bc of the patriarchy #bc then i can loop back to my christianity point #theres no escaping this lol p sure this just is what it is #you can't say the patriarchy reduces you and hijras and then also turn around and oppress them the same way lmao

[yikesharringrove]

Could we get some steve being real self deprecating to the point where people start to tell it isnt a joke anymore? :3 but ofc if that makes u uncomfy or it's too heavy to write u dont hafta 💕

Steve laughed along with everyone else.

“Sorry, you guys know I’m a fucking idiot.”

Billy furrowed his brow as Steve laughed it off. Everyone was at the Byers for DnD night. They were going through their character sheets, reading through the ones Will and Dustin had made for him and Billy. And Steve had asked what “perkption” was.

And everyone laughed.

“It’s perception, Steve,” Dustin said through a laugh.

“C’mon, I barely graduated high school.” Steve just laughed more, slapping Dustin’s arm.

It didn’t sit right with Billy. He didn’t like his Pretty Boy speaking so badly about himself.

-

“No, Joyce, you cooked everything, let me do the dishes.” Steve was trying to nudge her away from the sink.

“I got ‘em, go sit with everyone. Enjoy yourself.” Steve pushed her gently, making her laugh. She let him do it. “Fine, but leave it all on the counter. I’ll put it away later.”

“Will do, Mrs. B. It’s about all I’m good for, anyway.” He grinned at her, but when he turned back to the sink, she frowned at him, furrowing her brow.

-

“Steve, please. Billy’s taught Max how to drive!”

“Yeah, and they’re both terrible.” Billy leaned over the counter to flick his chest.  Steve pouted at him.

“Just around the parking lot a few times!”

“See, but if I teach you to drive, then you won’t need to hang out with me for rides anymore.” He smiled at Dustin before taking a stack of tapes to shelve.

“He knows that we’re like, actual friends, right? Not that I just hang out with him for rides?” Billy sighed.

“I don’t fucking know what he knows anymore.”

-

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Baby.” Billy held out a small box to him. Steve beamed at him. Steve opened the box excitedly, found a mixtape. “It’s songs that make me think of you.” Steve read down the tracklist.

“Rich Girl? Really?” He smiled up at him. Billy shrugged.

“It’s a bitch, girl.”

“I got you something too. I wasn’t sure you wanted to celebrate today or anything, I tend to get all weird and clingy.” He huffed a little laugh, digging through his glove compartment.

He handed Billy a small box, thing red ribbon tied in a carful bow around it. Billy felt so warm imaging how much time Steve no doubt spent getting the bow perfect. He had also made Billy a card, did a little doodle of the two of them. Steve was secretly really good at art.

“It’s not as thoughtful as yours.” Billy opened the box, found a bracelet, three thin strips of leather braided and woven together. They were three different shades of blue.

“Did you make this?” Steve nodded. Billy leaned over to kiss him softly, holding out his wrist to tie the bracelet on.

“Sorry, it’s not as good as your gift. I’m not very good at giving gifts, I’m not as thoughtful and creative as you are.”

“Baby, I love this. And your card is so good, I love your little doodles. This was all very thoughtful.” Steve laughed.

“Just figured I needed to do something to keep you. We’ve been together long enough that you actually know me, so you should be running for the door soon.” He grinned at Billy, elbowing him as he started the car.

-

“Rob, can you come help me?” Steve was yelling from the back. Robin rolled her eyes at Billy.

“What do you need?”

“Parental supervision, probably. I’m being a stupid fuck-up back here.”

“Is it just me, or has Steve been like, extra self deprecating-y lately?” Robin whispered to Billy.

“Oh my God, it’s like every ten minutes he’s calling himself stupid, or useless or something. You know on Valentine’s Day, he gave me a present, and was like since you actually know me now, you’re probably gonna leave me unless I’m not too clingy but also give you thoughtful gifts. You know he like, made me some real nice stuff, like a card and this,” he brandished the bracelet at her. “And he was like, sorry my gift isn’t good or thoughtful.” She shook her head.

“You know, we were talking the other day, and he mentioned working at here still in like, a few years, and I asked him why he thought he was going to be here for that long, and he said well I have no future and the only reason I got THIS job was because you talked Keith into giving it to me, so I’m probably NEVER going to get a job on my own. I didn’t know what to say.”

“Rob! I did that thing I always do where I make everything worse.” She sighed at Billy, turning to help Steve with whatever was happening in the back.

-

“Sweet Thing, why do you always talk shit on yourself?” Steve’s head was on Billy’s lap, Billy’s fingers toying with his hair.

“They’re just jokes.”

“But they’re not. You believe all that bad shit about yourself.” Steve shrugged.

“I mean, I’m not disillusioned with myself. I know I don’t have much to offer.”

“But you fucking do. You have so much to offer. You’re so kind, and caring, and you’re fucking smart, Baby. You’re creative, and good at so many things. Plus, Stevie, you’re hot as all fuck. Like you’re just gorgeous. You have got so much to offer. Every day I think about how lucky I am that you choose to love me.” Steve sat up, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Do you, do you mean that?”

“Of course I mean it. To me, you are perfect.” He brushed his fingers down Steve’s cheek. “Please don’t talk so poorly about yourself. It breaks my heart that you seem to just hate everything about you, when I love it all so fucking much.”

“I’m sorry, Bill. I just, I’ve always had people point out the bad. Nobody really tells me what’s good, and sometimes I don’t see it.”

“And that’s okay, I just want you to see what I see. Which is fucking amazing.” Steve smiled at him softly.

“I’ll try, Bill. If you’ll help me.”

#yikes writes #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

[babymilkawa]

omg congrats on 1k!! thats amazing 💗 could i pls get an attack on titan matchup (with a girl🥺) if u dont mind? im an esfp and scorpio. ppl typically describe me as supportive, funny and kind, overall i think im pretty dorky. i have all A's in school but im kinda an air head if that makes sense:( i LOVE making friends oh my i could never have enough social interaction, i thrive off of it. i find a lot of purpose in helping and supporting others. but i do get jealous and insecure a lot so i need lots of reassurance (mainly thru words) but as a relationship continues i think i get more confident. im also 5'2 with green eyes and shortish hair if that helps

ayeee scorpi gang 🤟🏻🤟🏻

i match you up with:

sasha braus

ok IK YOULL hafta tutor her she’s a wee bit slow yk ik it

the two of you are literally comedic relievers like u can ease up the situation but Sasha...maybe read the room? Lol

ur bread can wait smh

u love making friends!!! Aww ok besties with Connie and Jean then

They’ll both be a bit overprotective at first cuz Sasha is literally their baby sis

but once they’re like aight y/n is super cool then it’s shenanigan time 🤪

y’all prolly have competitions on who can roast a Titan better

sry levi

and if you’re ever insecure abt ur relationship just TELL SASHA

She will give u the biggest hug and let u know that like u literally have nothing to be insecure abt

###

my 1k event

#bean’s 1k event #sasha braus #sasha x reader #sasha fluff #sasha imagines #Sasha braus scenarios #sasha hcs #sasha headcanons

[enbies-and-felonies]

u dont hafta answer cuz this is kinda personal but what was the lowest pt/one of the lowest pts in your life and how did things get better from there/did things get better from there?

OOooo, this is a good one!! I have had two main low parts in my life (buckle in <3) (trigger warning for some really dark stuff and mental health)

1. when I was around 12-13. okay, so when I was around 12 I found out I would be moving again. (military brat and all that; I move around every 3 years). The thing was, I had just started forming close friendships with people and finally felt,, well, at home. (I shouldn’t have, I know, but I was young and didn’t realize that forming emotional attachment to places and people just causes pain)

This news came right after 2 big things. My brother (now estranged) got married, we traveled to their wedding, my parents and younger sister went home, and me and my older sister stayed for a bit with my grandparents for the summer. and the second is: one of our dogs died.

These might not seem like much, but both were really big and actually kinda devastating. 

My dad then had to move while we stayed behind to sell our house. With him went the LARGE majority of our belongings. We ended up sleeping on mattresses and living out of suitcases for around six? six months or so. We lived like that with the constant knowledge that as soon as our house sold we would leave. Any time we saw our friends could be our last goodbyes. 

THEN our house sold, we lived for a few weeks alternating between a friends house and a home for pregnant women (bc my mom was a House Parent there), our dogs ran away and then we left.

after moving (which involved a few weeks of car trips to grandparents and across country and more) I shut myself off. I figured that if I was just going to move again I might as well not make any friends because all that brings is pain. I’m not going to set myself up for that kind of hurt.

I fell into a depressive state and numbed myself as best I could, making myself apathetic about this new place while also spiraling into into an (obsession? hyperfixation??) excessive focus on fanfiction and the internet while ignoring any irl contact with people. Keep in mind, this is completely secret from my parents bc they are really overprotective and don’t even know I have access to wifi.

I end up just spiraling more, trying to escape by writing about my feelings in a small notebook (a really bad and depressing parody of Let it Go was included). I write about self-harming (I also do self-harm a few small times). I make the mistake of not focusing on my schoolwork, get caught, ask them not to read my notebooks (one was my DepressingTM one, and the other one was full of fanfic ideas) (both were very private) (my parents read through them), they take my phone, find out that I have wattpad and pinterest, take my phone away completely.

this makes it WORSE but also makes it so I am forced to talk to people.

I don’t really know, I guess it mostly faded after that, but I was really suicidal for a while and I can honestly say that becoming friends (VERY against my will and misconstrued sense of self-preservation) with @my-nickname-atrocy is what saved my life.

I think it was caused by a lack of support system/overprotective and ultimately misguided parents, but I also know that I’m also just a really fucked-up person. 

it got better, but,,, yeah

~~

2. Last school semester. 

it’s kinda soon for me to talk about it in depth, but basically I got super overwhelmed and stressed out because I’m doing college AND highscool classes, WITH an undiagnosed mental disorder (probably adhd), my parents aren’t supportive in the ways I need, and yeah.

It got- pretty bad. I think I developed an ED?? I didn’t get to the point where I was actively suicidal, but I was (kinda still am) very self-destructive and I have a really hard time believing the future will be okay. 

It cleared up a lot during break, because I no longer had school to procrastinate, but I’m worried about this next semester because I don’t want to spiral again and I’m gonna move again soon (probably within a year?) and just- yeah.

~~

I still deal with a lot of self-hate and self-destructive stuff, and yeah, but even if I can’t do it myself always, hear me when I say you need to let yourself feel things, you need to let yourself love people. Don’t suppress to the point where you can’t cry, don’t bottle things up bc you WILL crack.

ily <3

#long post #tw long post #tw self-hate #tw self-harm #tw self harm #tw suicide mention #tw suicide idealization #tw death mention #tw death #tw school #tw college #tw parents #tw moving #tw ed

[msmkcreates]

“so it’s a date?” “nope. not a date” for Slim/Reader? not from any specific fic, i dont think, though what ive read has been *chefs kiss*

I went with Mutt, since I'm not exactly sure what you meant by Slim? And also, this is absolutely not what you had in mind, most likely, so very sorry about that. On the bright side, it sets up for something else and I kinda like that.

Tags/Warnings: Eating Disorders, insults, not much fluff here, fat-phobia (?), reader has body issues and Mutt is an asshole, seriously an asshole

"Re-Hate-tionship" (SF!Papyrus/reader, platonic SF!Sans&Reader)

Was it bad, how much you hated Mutt? Was it wrong of you, as Black's best friend, to so completely despise his shit-talking older brother?

It can't be wrong, you reason, because he hates you just as much. He makes snide remarks at you, about your clothes, your hair, your anything really as long as it's something to pick at. He mocks you when you're trying to be serious, he pulls faces at the back of your head when he thinks you aren't looking, and you're pretty sure you could draw his middle finger from memory.

So, a mutual hate. A re-hate-tionship, if you will. You said that once, and he laughed, and then he looked so upset with himself for at least three days. Black has begged you both to get along, but honestly he's given up at this point--as long as nobody is throwing anything he lets you dance your dance of disapproval.

You'd asked him once, what you ever did to him, and he replied that you were a human of unknown intentions hanging around his brother...and you assumed that your retaliation had lit the flames to you being a bitch, which fed the hate. It isn't like you didn't try to be civil (okay it was rare but sometimes you tried) but it's hard to stay nice when three seconds after entering the house you're being insulted.

Today was no different, of course, you weren't sure what you'd expected when you'd come over for dinner. He hurled his usual insults at you, but this time he somehow hit a sensitive spot.

"why the fuck're we feeding you, too, again? honestly you could probably fit t'skip a meal, flesh-bag."

You stiffened immediately, and Black noticed. His face was full of fury, ready to tell Mutt off, but he didn't say anything when you sharply shook your head.

But it was too late, he'd noticed your lack of response. He didn't make another stab at your weight, at least not right away, but he smirked like he'd won something as you stabbed at your salad, perforating it over and over but ultimately pushing it away.

You weren't very hungry anymore.

It was halfway through the night, the movie still barely ramping up through the action, when he broke from his usual game of begrudging silence to take another crack at you.

"yer movie picker is shit," he said simply.

"It's a classic, everybody likes this movie," you huffed. "At least, anyone who isn't a complete degenerate. Guess I can't expect you to have any sort of taste, not like me and Black."

That earned a snicker from Black, almost a stamp of approval, and Mutt scowled. You only smiled back sweetly.

"i dunno if you can talk 'bout taste, do y'even taste the snacks you shove in yer face? or are y'just hooverin' them down?"

You pressed your lips into a thin line of displeasure, your free hand not holding the popcorn moving to Black's knee, squeezing as you felt him tense beside you. You don't respond, glaring at the TV in front of you, but you do put the popcorn aside, instead crossing your arms and wholly ignoring his presence.

It's fine. It wasn't as if you hadn't been horrible to him on other nights. You insulted him just as much for things he might be sensitive about--his scars, his golden tooth, other appearance based insults you'd be ashamed to repeat to your mother. Maybe if he didn't get a reaction, he'd poke at something else and leave your eating habits alone.

At the very least his little victory kept him in smug silence until the credits rolled.

"PERHAPS WE SHOULD SEND THE LEFTOVERS HOME WITH YOU, MY DEAR," Black said, bundling the last of it into a Tupperware. "DON'T THINK I DIDN'T NOTICE YOUR LACK OF APPETITE TONIGHT."

"M'fine," you said, waving away his thinly veiled concern. "You guys keep it."

"a shocking twist of generosity," Mutt added in a bored tone from the living room.

"I'm sorry, did I ask you? Or in some way imply that I was talking to you at all?" You huffed, glaring at him as Black rolled his eyelights, packing the Tupperware into your bag. "You know, you'd be a lot more fun to be around if you didn't spend every waking moment being an asshole."

"i don't spend every moment being an asshole," he chuckled, leaning over the half-wall that separated the kitchen and the living room. "it's somethin' i can turn off, so if that's my worst trait at least m'pretty."

"Gag me," you spat.

"now there's an image."

"Ew!" You scoffed, turning away from him to look at Black with exasperation.

"it's a date, then?" He laughed.

You looked back at him, horrified. "No, no, not a date, definitely not a fucking date. If you think you're coming anywhere close to my mouth with any filthy fucking part of your body--"

"what, i thought you liked a little sausage?" He practically purred. "y'certainly eat like ya'd suck a mean dick."

"MUTT! THAT IS ENOUGH!" Black said swiftly, but the damage was done.

It seemed he had found his new Favorite Thing to poke at about you. The unbothered look on his face as Black raised his voice at him was enough to make that blindingly clear, and you set your jaw, fists clenching as you glared at him.

"I eat like everybody else!" You said finally, hands shaking in your rage. "I'm not fat!"

"OF COURSE, HE DIDN'T MEAN IT THAT WAY--" Black tried, and you shook his hand off your arm.

"He did mean it that way!" You flipped Mutt off, with gusto. "Fuck you, and that isn't an invitation."

With that, you took off, storming out and onto the terrace. You would have left completely but your stuff wasn't all together yet and you didn't fancy coming back for it in twenty minutes. You slammed the sliding glass door as good as you could and dragged a deck chair to the edge of the balcony, plopping down and leaning on your crossed arms, staring down into the trees and foliage behind the building.

You could hear Black blowing up on Mutt inside, though the soundproofing was good enough that you couldn't hear exactly what he was saying, only the tone of it. He knows all about your history with your eating disorder, you'd broken down and cried to him after he'd asked you one too many times if you'd gotten enough to eat.

You understand that underground, resources were scarce, and that's why he always makes sure you've eaten enough. He's been good about his wording since then, carefully asking if you have everything you need, with heavy implications that he means food. It's worked thus far, and sending leftovers home was kind of his way of saying he loved you.

You assume, then, as you calmed down a bit, that Mutt really meant no offense when he said you eat well. It was probably a compliment, even, as veiled as it was. And it wasn't like you'd ever opened up to him about your strained relationship with food and your weight. He probably thought it was funny that a small compliment made you clam up in a way his insults never had.

The door slid open behind you and you sighed, closing your eyes. "It's fine, Black, I'll get over it."

"good, here i thought i'd hafta apologize."

You huffed and turned a glare on Mutt as he closed the door behind him. That was not your best friend as you had expected. "What, did he make you come out here to say sorry? Well, you can save it, I don't take insincere apologies."

"actually, he told me he's fed up with how i treat you and that he didn't want to see me within a mile of ya again." Mutt pulled up the second terrace chair and took a seat. "but i don't think i can do that."

"What, come to make fun of me, then?" You hissed, leaning back and glaring over at him. "Maybe call me names? Make pig noises?"

"i wouldn't do that," he said, seriously. "i pick my words pretty carefully, you know, if i'd'a known you had a thing about food i woulda picked 'em even more carefully."

"Since when do you give a shit about my feelings?"

"always," he said, and you snorted, disbelieving. "we may not get along, but yer important t'sans, that makes you important t'me. an' you ain't nothin' but beautiful, so i guess i didn't think that you'd take it as me callin' you fat."

"First you insult me, and now you lie to me." You stood up, and he looked right up at you as you loomed over him the best you could. "Anything else? Maybe poke fun at my dead mom, or fake-ask-me-out?"

"why would anyone fake asking someone out?" He asked, genuinely surprised. "i'm a mean bitch at heart, so is sans, but we'd never do that."

You huffed. "Well then congrats, you're better than the kids I went to school with. Barely."

He hummed thoughtful and you were about to turn and leave him behind--

"wanna fuck?"

Slowly, you turned around, looking at him in disbelief. "I'm sorry?"

"i said," he stood, crowding you against the balcony fencing, his hands on either side of you. "wanna fuck? you an' i might not get along, but you're fine as fuck, i'm not so bad, and i gotta bed we can work out our aggressions on. so, wanna fuck?"

You inhaled, hands on his chest and ready to push him away...but you're due for some stress relief and if anything you can trust him not to get attached, and despite being the opposite of friends you trust he'd never do anything to hurt you, if only for his brother's sake.

"You know what?" You breathed, straightening your posture. Your hands went from pushing to gripping his shirt. "Yeah. Let's fuck. You've had worse ideas."

#sf!papyrus/reader #drabbles #mkwrites #mutt being an asshole #tw: eating disorders #tw: weight