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daisyblog · 3 days

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First Date

Summary: Harry and YN are set up on a date.

2019

Jonny had separately nagged YN and Harry to let him set them up on a date. Harry’s argument was that he was in the middle of writing his second album, and wanted to be on his own after his last break up. YN’s protest was that she was a single working Mum who didn’t have the time, and added “nobody wants to date a single mum”.

After what felt like months of constant begging, Harry and YN both gave in to their friend and agreed to go on a date. Jonny had arranged for them to meet at a small quiet restaurant on the outskirts of London, knowing Harry would want to stay under the radar.

YN had been nervous all day. She had messaged Jonny several times to try and cancel but he insisted that it was just nerves and she should give it a chance. Harry felt mixed emotions, part of him was nervous, he was meeting someone new but the other part of him was excited because he knew Jonny wouldn’t set him up with just anyone.

Harry arrived at the restaurant first, being fifteen minutes early. He was shown to their table which he was grateful was tucked into a corner away from other tables. He knew that was down to Jonny’s request. Wanting to calm his nervous, Harry ordered a bottle of wine for them, hoping YN liked it too.

He had just taken a small sip from his glass, when he saw the waiter walking towards him with a woman following behind. Harry stood from his chair, ready to greet her. “Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you”. Harry spoke first, bringing YN in for a hug.

“Jonny and his persuasive ways huh?”. YN joked, causing Harry to smile knowing Jonny must have nagged YN as much as he had nagged him.

Harry pulled YN’s chair out for her to sit before taking his place back in her own. “I ordered wine, I can get you something else if you’d prefer”.

“No…wine is perfect, thank you”. YN smiled with appreciation, showing her little dimples. “I like your tattoos”. She complimented as she noticed them on his arm, that was exposed due to his short sleeved shirt.

Harry glanced down as he looked at his arm, smiling slightly at the mixture of ink that covered his skin. “Uh thanks…I have too many to count”. He giggled. “Do you have any?”. He gestured to his tattoos.

YN hesitated before explaining. “I have one…on my wrist”. She turned her hand over to reveal the delicate ink on her right wrist. “It’s my son’s name”. YN watched for a change in Harry’s response or how he may end the date now.

But what surprised YN was Harry’s genuine grin as he looked down at her wrist. “What’s his name?”. His question was genuine, YN could tell by how he looked at her directly in the eye which a soft look.

“Jacob”. YN smiled as she thought about her favourite person. The little boy who saved her in more ways than he would ever know. “He’s five and a real sweetheart.”. Harry noticed how YN’s whole face lit up as she spoke about him. “Does me having a son not bother you?”. YN couldn’t help but ask.

Harry frowned at her question before shaking his head. “Of course not…I don’t date people based on if they’re a parent, or if they have a certain job or x amount of money in the bank…I date people for them.”.

“I’m sorry…I couldn’t help but ask, I’m not used to people being so understanding when it comes to Jacob”. YN apologised, hoping she hadn’t ruined the date before it had started properly.

“Hey…it’s fine, you can be yourself tonight…there’s no judgement from me.” Harry reassured her, knowing how it felt for someone not to get to know you and having a false opinion.

“Thank you…that really means a lot”. YN smiled before taking a sip from her glass, needing to treat her dry throat.

“So tell me about you and Jacob…I can see he’s your life and I want to know more”. The sentence caused a spark in YN’s chest at how interested Harry was in not only her but the one person who mattered the most.

Harry and YN had talked, laughed and smiled all evening. YN couldn’t remember the last time she felt like herself and was able to be just YN and not just a Mum. Harry wondered how he hadn’t met YN sooner because for once someone didn’t want to speak to him because he was Harry Styles, he could see that YN was genuinely interested in getting to know him as just Harry.

Harry had learnt that YN was in university studying business when she fell pregnant but had to drop out before graduating. But now owned her own florist in London. He noticed that she hasn’t mentioned her family apart from Jacob, but decided it was best to leave it that way for now. She didn’t ask one question related to the band or his music, she asked questions about his family, where he grew up, his childhood memories and all the little things that built up who he is today.

After they had finished their meals and nicely argued about how the bill was going to be paid, they found themselves walking through a quieter part of town, still chatting and giggling like two teenagers. They wanted to blame the wine but deep down they both knew it was from the excitement of each other.

Harry had arranged for a taxi to drop them both back home. They were both supposed to realise that YN didn’t live far from Harry’s Hampstead house. He walked YN up to her door to make sure she was home safe. They both stood staring at each other, waiting for the other to break the silence. Smirks covering their smiles.

“I had a really nice time tonight”. Harry broke first, meaning what he had said.

“Me too!”. YN felt shy for the first time all evening.

“Can I see you again?”. Harry was bold, he hadn’t felt like this after a date before and he wasn’t willing to lose his chance.

YN smiled, she felt special and chosen for once and inside she was screaming with happiness. Harry really wanted to see her again. “I’d love that”.

They quickly swapped numbers and Harry was eager to arrange to see YN again. Before making his way back to the taxi that was waiting patiently, he leaned in to hug YN goodbye. It was like neither of them wanted to let go but the feeling of Harry’s lips leaving a peck on her cheek is what caused YN to jump around in happiness once she closed the door behind her that night.

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punkshort · 2 days

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if you get time could i ask you do like before she got hurt like waking up with joel that day and all that and then up until she leaves, if that makes sense

Thank you so much for this request, I would love to!

Enjoy a little extra before our final chapter this Saturday ❤️

Before

An I Know Who You Are drabble

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, fluff, language

WC: ~1500

"Joel, c'mon, Tommy's gonna kick my ass if I'm late again," you giggled as he rolled you over and pinned you into the mattress with his hips.

"I'd like to see him try. You'd have him knocked out in a heartbeat," he replied, gathering your wrists in his hand and pressing them into the pillow above your head while his mouth descended on your throat.

You sighed and tilted your chin up to give him better access as he ground his erection against your center. Your resolve was crumbling and you both knew it.

"Fine, we gotta be quick," you relented, and before you could even finish your sentence he was tugging your sleep shorts off with his free hand. "What's gotten into you today? You're not exactly a morning person," you said, watching with excitement as he pulled his cock out of his sweatpants.

"Dunno. Just gotta have you, is that a crime?" but before you could answer his mouth covered yours, stealing all the air from your lungs. Your legs fell open underneath him and you bucked your hips, patrol suddenly the furthest thing from your mind. He swiped the tip of his cock through your folds and he hissed, breaking the kiss and causing you to whine. "Fuck, you dirty thing. Look at how soaked you are f'me."

"Don't tease me," you scolded with a pout, and he chuckled.

"So sorry, baby," he leaned down and pressed another kiss against your lips. "Don't worry. I'll give you somethin' to remember me by today." Before you could reply, he notched himself at your opening and slowly eased in, earning a sharp gasp from you followed by a deep moan. Your fingers curled around his hand, still pinned above your head as he fed you his cock nice and slow, watching your face as you took him inch by inch. He never got tired of seeing you like that. All docile and at his mercy. You were so strong. A survivor. A fighter, in a way. Something deep inside him got excited seeing you so submissive. And it was all for him.

When he was fully seated, you both let out a rush of breath before your lips locked once again. He began to roll his hips, dragging in and out slowly and deliberately, just the way you liked it. Your legs tensed up and you dug your heels into the backs of his thighs, holding him close to you since your arms were still rendered useless.

"Just like that," you whispered, biting at his lower lip. He growled when you tugged his lip between your teeth and you smirked, letting it go. You could practically feel every ridge and vein when he fucked you that way. Every thrust was purposeful, every kiss was deep, every groan was cherished. He always liked to fuck you slow and you loved it, but unfortunately that particular morning, you were on a tight schedule. So you decided to say something to speed things up.

"Fuck, daddy, you're so deep."

His hips stalled and his eyes snapped up to yours. He didn't even need to say anything to know your words had the exact reaction you were looking for.

"You haven't called me that in a very long time," he said lowly, his eyes darkening. You grinned and squirmed in his hold.

"Well, you haven't woken me up like this in a very long time," you shot back, "thought it was only fitting."

He hummed and ticked his jaw to the side as he considered your answer. Before you knew it, he had pulled out and flipped you over, yanking your hips up while your cheek remained smushed into your purple quilt. He released your wrists in favor of pressing that hand into your upper back, but it didn't matter in the position you found yourself, anyway. You felt him hovering at your entrance once again and you wiggled your ass enticingly, your slick smeared around your inner thighs as you waited.

"Say it again."

Your breath caught in your throat at his domineering tone.

"Please fuck me, daddy."

He groaned and slammed into you, causing you to cry out in surprise but your body quickly welcomed him back inside. Gone was the slow, gentle way he usually fucked you. Now his hips slapped against your ass with reckless abandon while his hand snaked around your waist and played with your clit. You immediately saw stars. Your jaw hung open in a silent scream as he rammed into you over and over, pushing you both towards the edge. You reached behind you blindly, searching for his arm to hold onto as he dragged you to your peak.

"You gonna come for daddy? Hmm?"

"Yes!" you cried out, "Fuck! Daddy, I need it so bad."

His head fell back onto his shoulders as he moaned, his pace relentless now, each thrust shoving you further and further up the bed. Fingers digging into your hips, he pounded into you from behind, feeling your body, reading its cues, listening to your noises... everything he memorized by now to warn him you were close.

Your grip on his arm tightened and you gasped. A triumphant smile spread across his face as you came, moaning his name while your pussy fluttered around him, sucking him in and pulling him over the edge with you.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh f-" he pulled out at the last second and came all over your ass with a deep groan, watching in a daze as each burst of his seed covered your skin and dripped down your legs.

He collapsed on top of you, pinning you into the bed, his chest heaving. He nipped at your jaw, his coarse whiskers harsh against your sensitive skin but you just smiled and sighed with your eyes slid shut.

"As much as I want to stay here all day, I -"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Joel said with a grunt as he hoisted himself up. You giggled and waited for him to return with a wet washcloth, cleaning you up so you could dress and head downstairs.

He cooked you eggs and poured your coffee, setting both on the table right as you entered the kitchen.

"You'll need your strength," he explained when you looked at the eggs. You quirked an eyebrow at him but gave in, sitting down to shovel in the breakfast he so sweetly made for you. It wasn't until you were nearly done that you noticed he only had coffee.

"What about you?" you asked around a mouthful of food.

"I'll be fine. I don't got patrol today. I'm just helpin' Maria fix a dresser for Violet."

You furrowed your brow but let it go. He was always looking out for you and never himself, something that you scolded him for in the past more than once. You knew he had gone through a lot with Sarah, and then later, Ellie. He struggled a lot with the decisions he made and you tried your best to give him some grace, but you also loved him deeply and wanted him to take care of himself.

You wanted him to love himself as much as you loved him.

Your eyes raked over his broad shoulders straining against his blue flannel, which he left unbuttoned, revealing a black T-shirt underneath. Somehow your body still craved him, even though you just had him thirty minutes prior.

"I'll walk you to the barn and tell Tommy to fuck off if he says anythin'," he assured you as he rinsed your plate, your coffee mugs left abandoned on the counter for later.

"My hero," you teased.

As you walked together down the relatively quiet street, your arm casually looped through his while he carried your backpack with his other hand, you couldn't seem to wipe the stupid smile from your face, knowing you would be thinking about the morning you shared for the rest of the day.

"Be careful out there," he murmured, handing you your pack before cupping your face with both hands and staring deep into your eyes. "I love you."

You felt yourself melt into his touch. "I love you, too."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against yours, slowly deepening the kiss, not caring who was around to see because you both knew no one would dare say anything to him about it.

With a sigh, he pulled back and rested your foreheads together. "Maybe later we can tend to the garden. Frost is comin' soon."

"Okay," you said softly, giving him one more kiss before stepping backwards. You could hear Tommy and Jesse talking in the barn and you knew you had to go.

"I'll see you later," you said, continuing to walk backwards with a grin.

"Can't wait," Joel replied, and he didn't move from his spot until you disappeared inside the barn, neither of you knowing your lives were about to change.

#ask #anon ask #ikwya fic #drabble

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callsign-relic · 2 days

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What I wouldn't give to be held sososo gently, and carefully by Optimus. Like, almost every iteration of him is super kind, and nice. (Within reason haha.) I like to think it'd be nice for him to have a physical reminder of his efforts to save Earth, and his kind being appreciated. Just, cuddling up to his chassis, and telling him he's doing a good job. And also, that he needs to get some sleep, bc I KNOW he keeps himself up at night with worry that something bad's going to happen the second he closes his optics to recharge.

🥺 WAAAAA YESSSS

Optimus is so painfully aware of all of his movements around you. How massive he is compared to you, and how any small movement from him could jostle you around. Sometimes his thoughtfulness is so regular you barely take notice of it, but when you’re up close to him like this lying on his chassis, his self consciousness becomes all too clear.

You tell him to relax as he watches you closely, settling a hand over you but never fully resting it down for fear of crushing you. You might have been small, but you weren’t made of glass. You would be fine. And slowly, hesitantly, Optimus obliges you. He rests his gigantic metal hand gently over you like a big weighted blanket. You can feel the heat radiating off of his plating without him even having to try, just the natural emission from his warm, running engine inside him.

You cuddle up closer to him, lulled into security by the low thrum of his spark, buried deep inside of him. You tell him to close his eyes, to try and sleep, cause you would be there to protect him. Optimus almost chuckles at the notion— it was usually the other way around. But as you drifted off onto his chassis, he felt the matrix hum something within him. Like a reassurance, or a confirmation that the little human lying on his chest was right. It was okay to go to sleep tonight.

And so, with a breath and a thumb rubbing gently at your back, Optimus shuts his optics and falls asleep too.

#relic answers #PLEASE more wholesome asks like these 🙏#once again a breath of fresh air hahaha #not to say I haven’t enjoyed all the previous asks either ofc :)#transformers #optimus prime #Optimus x reader #Optimus prime x reader #transformers g/t #reader insert

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brodieland · 1 day

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Heyy love ur work!! If ur comfortable with it would you do fluff Leo Valdez taking care of sick reader like with a fever or smth? The godly parent is all ur choice and everything! If you wanted to do how multiple characters from HOO would take care of reader that’s fine too! Thanks

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Dr. McShizzle!! ´ˎ˗

Leo Valdez x Fem!Dionysus!Reader Synopsis: this Dionysus girl knows how to put on a sick show for her Hephaestus boyfriend Tag(s): BLURB, cursing, mr d overdoing it I fear Word Count: 529

"I THINK I'M DYING LEOOOOOO," you dragged out. You currently had a fever of 102 degrees, and your favorite Hephaestus boy, Leo Valdez, is stepping up and playing nurse.

"Aww mi amor, maybe if you ate you'd feel better," Leo said as held up a bowl of chicken noodle soup (Will Solace orders). You rolled your eyes as you sat up and grudgingly put said spoon in your mouth. Leo was an amazing cook to say the least.

"You know how nice it is to have a boyfriend who knows how to cook?"

"As nice it is to have a girlfriend as hot as you, literally," he joked as he felt your burning forehead. You just groaned loudly and threw your self backwards. Leo just chuckled as he placed the plate down on your nightstand and laid down with you, spooning you from behind.

After about an hour, the two of you found yourself tangled under the sheets. "Leo," you mumbled into his chest.

"Yes," he whispered into your hair.

"Your really hot," you said, and before Leo had time to gloat, you pushed him off the bed.

"The fuck??"

"What? I told you were hot," you said as you sprawled out, while looking down at him with your leg moving upward in a 90 degree angle (best way to sleep idc).

"Okay..??"

"Yeah, not good for a girl whom already has a fever, fuck ass fire boy," you joked as Leo stood back up and leaned over to kiss you. "Stop, I don't wanna get you sick."

"I don't care about getting sick, anyways you'd probably be less hot if you changed out of your hoodie and sweats," he said as he pulled the hoodie over your head and leaving you in the shirt you had on under.

"Are you trying to make a move on me? While I'm sick and feeble??"

"Or you could just die from a fever or something I don't know," he shrugged as he walked over to grab you some shorts.

"Ughh, you love me too much to let me die," you said as he laughed and passed you the shorts. "Now turn please."

Leo rolled his eyes, but did it anyways. "Not like its anything I haven't seen before."

"Stop flirting with me while I'm on my death bed," you joked.

"As the best doctor in camp, I have the confidence to say that you'll be fine."

"Best doctor my ass," you snorted and Leo just turned to glare at you. "Much better, now come back over here."

You held you arms out and Leo happily jumped back into bed with you, making you laugh at his enthusiasm. This time you guys managed to fall asleep. Leo woke up first when he felt something tickling his ankles, causing you to stir awake.

"Leo.." you groaned, rubbing your eyes to see why he was fidgeting.

"Please tell me that's you, and that when I turn to the door I won't see your dad."

"Sorry kid," you dad laughed. "Might wanna get out my kids bed."

You lifted the sheets and say your dad slither in some grape vines, "Your overdoing it, I fear.."

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson pjo #percy pjo #heros of olympus #hoo #leo hoo #leo valdez hoo #leo valdez pjo #leo pjo #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez fluff

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livingbrother · 2 days

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LO and it's portrayal of S/A

A rant by someone who just finished EP. 98 and is incredibly furious

Cw: Mentions of S/A, it's effects, too much swearing, ED mention, personal stuff that happened to yours truly, lots of other stuff too, just no idea what to tag it as

Don't read this if you're not mentally doing well, I don't want you getting hurt because of my post, I love you, feel better soon

Boy. Oh fucking boy. I just got through episode 98 of this shit show and, I'll just say, I am beyond furious. Livid, in fact.

For context, I am a survivor or sexual abuse and mental abuse, I have dealt with those who act sort of like Apollo, I was never raped, but I was molested as a child. I, as a survivor, feel nothing but rage at how Rachel portrayed Apollo being a rapist. The way he acts is incredibly unrealistic for an abuser, as somebody who dealt with two abusers with Narcissistic Personality Disorder (I'm not saying everyone who has NPD are villains, I'm just saying what I went through), I see what Rachel was trying, but oh so tragically failed, to do. He tried to control, manipulate, and gaslight Persephone. Only for none of it to work, that's not how ANY of it fucking works!

Where is the fucking control, other than just fucking raping her? I get he wants to take the power away from her and be the one to control her, but I've seen none of that! I get she has PTSD over it (I'LL GET TO THIS POINT AGAIN). I NEVER GOT THE SENSE THAT SHE WAS POWERLESS EXCEPT FOR THAT ONE SCENE. I HAVE NEVER SEEN HER QUESTION IF THAT WAS HIS INFLUENCE PICKING HER DRESSES, OR FUCKING EVEN HER FOOD! WHEN I WAS LIVING WITH ONE OF MY ABUSERS, SHE'D PICK OUT MY OUTFITS, ONE'S I HATED, AND I STILL CHOOSE SOME OF THOSE OUTFITS, TO THIS DAY! WHERE WAS HER LOSS OF CONTROL? SHE NEVER FELT ISOLATED, SHE NEVER FELT LIKE SHE WAS TRAPPED. YES. SHE WAS TRAPPED IN THAT ONE ROOM WITH HIM, BUT EVEN THEN! SHE HAD LEVERAGE OVER HIM WITH THE FUCKING LYRE. Ugh.

About her realizing she was raped, um. Excuse me? A lot of victims don't realize they were raped or abused until like, months or years later. I'm glad for the ones who instantly realized it, good for them. Given Persephone's personality and experience with the world, she wouldn't have known it was rape because she's not accustomed to dating and sexual culture. On top of that, she isn't really seen actually distressed when she remembers, oh, and lets not forget that she WAS FUCKING FINE WITH TOUCH AND PHYSICAL FLIRTING DAYS AFTER HER ASSAULT. Let me remind you that I have been through this thing myself, you do not just omg I was just assaulted! time to go let someone touch me! Nonono, you spend years jumping when people touch you, years of moving when someone tries to grab your shoulder, years of pushing someone's hand off your arm, years screaming when you get a hug. And then, maybe from flashbacks, maybe from googling things, you discover you were molested! And then it alllllll makes sense. I understand if she became hypersexual, cause same, but that usually doesn't set in until a good long while.

I also hate how Apollo is written, he should have stayed as a shitty ex boyfriend or whatever the fuck Rachel was gonna make him, he just comes across as a cartoonish villain than an abuser. The man just fucking rubs his hands together and fucking goes I'll get you next time my pretty! I fucking HATE his writing so goddamn much. I understand wanting to make him pushy, egotistical, and insecure, they're some of the hallmarks of the pushy nice guy she was going for. But when it comes to him being abusive, it's like watching a bad joke. Rapists don't usually, you know, CATCH FEELINGS FOR THEIR VICTIM (correct me if I'm wrong), unless it's to lure them back in to hurt them again. She made him so obviously evil it hurts, abusers don't usually act that way, they put on a pretty smile, act kind, and behind closed doors, act shitty. I respect 97-98 for getting that part right, but too many times, too many fucking times Rachel has gotten that wrong. I have dealt with this myself, my mother did this exact thing, she even put on the pretty smile for me so even I, somebody who knew he was being tormented, questioned whether or not I was being abused! We never see this with Persephone! We never see her getting gaslit with this, she never questions her reality! She knows everything that's going on for sure! I know what Rachel was aiming for, and she failed miserably!

God, on top of this, we never really get to see Persephone's PTSD unless the story fuckin says Apollo's here! She's never really fucking affected by her rape, we don't see her jump from touches, refuse sexual advanced from Hades, yeah, sure, we see her afraid of camera flashes, but that's about it!!!!!!!! She never really experiences the effects of s/a! I developed an ED and agoraphobia from my abuse! Where the fuck is that?! That would have been a lot more fucking interesting than the slop we fucking got!

I know I've missed some things, but I need to calm down before I pop a blood vessel. I might revisit this post when I'm less angry, I just needed to rant.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #rant post #rant #cw s/a #cw: ed #huge ass content warning

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bamsara · 2 years

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Every daycare person or kindergarden teacher I know would absentmindedly plait hair so I now just picture everytime Sunny see you, he's looking over you with a first full of brightly coloured hairbands and a rainbow scrunchie.

*sobs* I need Sun to tame my hair and fix it up because I clearly can't. Need me a robot that can make me look pretty and brush my hair when I'm too ill to do it 😔 /j

#funfact i people in high school would come up to me and start playing with and tending to my hair without asking my permission #because i was the kid known with the rapanuzel hair cause I didnt cut it since that boy cut in middle school #made my mother cry so i wasnt allowed to #and i was fine with it cause it felt nice #so random girls would come up and be like 'hi turn around thanks' and id sit in the chair and they stand behind the chair #and use their fingers to brush through my hair and braid it and my brain was like!!! nice! i sleep #now that i think of it i did not really allow this with guys save for one or two friends #but all girls were allowed esp ones i thought were cool and they didnt even know my name #hold on im having a realization

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calamitaswrath · 21 days

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While I'm still riding the Xenoblade X hyperfixation, let me just use it to talk gender identity some more.

Between deciding on my current Cross design back during last December and where I am now (i.e. feeling that I'm probably a Woman But A Bit To The Side), I initially did have the plan of just switch between the male design and the female one. But even though I kept those two looking as close to each other as possible, there was always something that I didn't quite like about the male one on a very basic level, and something that I just couldn't put my finger on, let alone fix. Somewhere down the line, I decided to also make myself smaller builds for both, as an alternative to switch to. So, "Young Boy" instead of "Boy", and "Girl" instead of "Woman". For the female Cross, that worked out well enough, and I still have the design I came up with for that saved in-game, even if I have taken no screenshots. But with the male Cross? For the life of me, I could not put together a design that I even remotely liked. Absolutely nothing felt right, even though on principle, I guess I preferred the younger looking face over my actual "main" male Cross (which even then, I almost never used). In the end, I just gave up that whole design process entirely. I guess that only really serves to show that I'm really not off in my current self-perception. . .

#shut up cal you fool #shut up lucia you fool #you know though thinking about it #I'm also starting to feel like I start to get why it's X in particular that made me come to these realizations #cause sure I played other games with custom characters before #like Pokémon FE or Splatoon #but in Pokémon games with customization you play kids who aren't really gendered as much #heck in sv you can outright make them gnc #so nothing that really makes me think about self image that much #because by the time that xy came out I was already an adult #and I never really felt that personally represented by the player in Pokémon #so I just played the male characters #and in FE as nice as it is to customize robin and corrin #at the end of the day that system is still REALLY rigid #and doesn't allow for much self-expression #and when I did make my sprite edits for a custom robin. well #I wonder why I felt the need to make a genderswap one #and with splatoon I guess I started to saunter vaguely womanwards as soon as octolings entered the picture #in 1 I was still fine with playing the male inkling and I just continued that for 2 #but in X meanwhile you can actually design your avatar more freely #and can be an actual. y'know. adult #which in turn I guess just really played into the difficulty I always had picturing myself as an adult man #so. yeah.

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akantorrr · 6 months

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HHhH actively feeling stressed cause it's been a month and a half that I've been going swimming 3 times a week and today I was supposed to go but the pool cause I went on Monday and will be going on Friday and today is Wednesday but the pool is closed cause it's a festivity and yesterday night I ate too much for dinner and I have the itch to exercise but I don't know how to do that outside of a pool

Call me a fish cause

fi s h .

Actively going insane I wanna swim so bad

#akans talks #can i call it an obsession?#i lost 8kg in a little more than a month by going to the pool and eating a fuckton less food #especially bread. which has been difficult since im italian and live on bread and pasta #and yesterday i ate pasta AND bread and too much of both and d9nt get me wrong it was delicious but #i felt so bad once i realized #especially cause i knew the pool would be closed today #guess i'll start some Darebee month program lmao AND go on a nice long bike ride tomorrow u_u #anyways im fine :DDD

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raventhekittycat · 12 hours

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fuck i was a pit of anxiety anytime I wasn't actively teaching or prepping yesterday, i could barely even study just reading some of the example sentences which were innocuous enough would send me off. and now im supposed to desk warm all day tomorrow??? Fuck fuck fuck hate this

#IT WOULD BE FINE IF HE HADN'T SAID THIS WEEKEND #if he hadn't given me that damn timeframe i wouldn't have anything to anticipate #i know he's trying to be nice an considerate but aaaaaaaagggggghhhhh #i keep rethinking what I said too like i made it sound way to formal #i shoulda just said you're attractive...... Im getting way to close to tmi #personal #this is the stupidest thing ive ever felt anxiety about and i know its cause i can anticipate something but good or bad who knows #just FUUUCK ARGH GODDAMN IT

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petrichoraline · 7 months

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no cause I was like "then how about handholding, would that be okay?" AND THEN STEDE ASKED AND ED WENT "PERFECT" AND STEDE SAID "YOU WON" AND I JUST KNOW THAT MAN THOUGHT "I SURE DID" AAAA

#ofmd #i was already eeeeee about the you wear fine things well that i felt was coming but goshhhh #cuties #im so happy theyre being patient #cause we expected a season of them chasing and missing each other but theyre taking the time to get ed better #and thats nice i appreciate that

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cetoddle · 8 months

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also i got lots and lots of compliments on my outfit today and they were able to fix my necklace! i only wanted the big knot out but they fixed the other ones for me too and even cleaned it and for some reason they didn’t even charge me !! and i got my book ! yayyy