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hyacinthsdiamonds · 1 year

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Not liking a driver does not give you a free pass to bodyshame them, or to wish literal death and severe harm on them, or to be racist and/or xenophobic towards them. Not liking a team doesn't give you a right to do the above to those afflicted with the team either, or to be misogynistic towards the women involved with those teams. Not liking which team or driver someone supports, does not give you a right to do any of the above.

The drivers and the teams may never see the hate you spill but wait. We all know that they do;

Nicolas Latifi got such severe death threats he had to hire security

I'm not touching on the disgusting racist abuse faced by many of the drivers because there has been far too much to easily unpack but I do want to note that it got so bad last year that Alex for instance got such severe abuse last year his fans had to tell his family to go offline for a few days (not to forget the people who made up conspiracies about him and used his mother's past as a means to justify the abuse they were directing towards him).

I'll never forgot the amount of sexist hate directed at Hannah Schmitz, one of the few and one of the most recognizable women in the paddock who has lead red bulls strategy department the last couple of years, - because apparently women in motorsport are only valid if they're not under the red bull umbrella - which got so bad multiple of the drivers called it out publicly.

The multiple conspiracies created about and general racial discrimination faced by Yuki and Zhou which was and continues to be encouraged and spread by primarily the English speaking journalists and commentators

Let's not forget the sexist chants sung about Sophie Kumpen; Max's mother at Monza, or the literal death threats that were sent to his sister and young nephews.

The way some of you talk about Michael Schumacher, I don't have the words. The ski jokes has not once in the last decade been funny.

I could go on and on. I could literally do this all day.

Sure the drivers might never see it but that doesn't mean nobody will and we all see how conditional any form of your allyship is. "Racism is wrong unless it's about x, sexism is wrong unless it's about y, death threats are wrong unless it's about z, etc". Do better. You cannot claim the moral high ground, if you do any of the above, no matter how much higher you perceive yourself to be than the person you're directing the above towards.

As for death wishes or crash wishes, cop yourselves on to fuck. I would never wish what I've been through, what my family has been through, on my worst enemy, let alone some driver I'll probably never even meet. F1 is nowadays a safe enough sport but that has not always been the case and there is still no 100% guarantee of completely safety. The risk is still there even with all the advancements in safety. So many drivers have lost their lives or have had their lives altered forever as a result of a crash. Some of the drivers on the current grid are directly impacted or know those whose lives have been lost or altered because of a crash. Nearly everyone on that grid has a story. Some of you have their photos as your icons as you wish literal death and injury on their coworkers, their friends. They would be beyond disgusted by you. I can name far too many drivers who lost their lives in this sport, it shouldn't take naming them to make people realize that wishing for some to die like they did is a disgusting act. If it were to come true, would you celebrate? Would you cheer as the red flag came out? I don't think I want to know the answer, considering some of the things I've seen in the main tags over the last couple of years (see that one person who wanted to violently and literally stab and kill a driver or see that disgusting poll about which way would be best to literally kill another driver).

Don't start with but x did this or y fans did that, if they jumped off a cliff, would you? Why are you so eager to lower yourself to what you feel are their low standards or morals? And I don't blame a driver for the actions of someone who calls themselves a fan while doing anything that I've mentioned in this post, because they're not fans, they're people who use the driver they claim to back as a shield and as an excuse for their appalling behavior.

Also, if you have to say "I don't like driver x but I agree nobody deserves this type of abuse", get rid of everything before the but. You don't have to like someone to offer them basic respect or human decency.

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foreverinthepagesofhistory · 7 months

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Was not even going to send this but I figured a sneak peek into the disastrous dinner would be enjoyed by you. Again please take the time you need to read. I hope your doing well and I loved your feedback on the last chapter! Peter may seem a bit different than how I painted him before, because we see many things through Alix eyes.(rose colored glasses) But many things will be revealed soon. This is just a sneak peek so it will not go into the actual dinner (it does get quite crazy) also I hope you do know that I absolutely love any content you put out! And at any time! Keep your schedule and do what makes you happy!

I’m being serious Peter! You cannot play around like a child! I would like my first impression to be remembered. And Not for the way my brother pokes fun” was Alix’s rant as the car drove to the prince pavilion. Peter only eyed his sister, his eyes watching her like a hawk. “Why do you care so much about what they think of you? You never use to care so much about what others thought of you” he spoke. A scowl on his features.

Alix sighed through her nose, turning to her brother whose blue eyes remained glued to the scenery outside. “ I care because I am in a relationship with their daughter Peter. I care because they are Leonor’s parents. I care because they matter to Leonor and frankly are the nicest people on earth. That’s why I care. And that’s why you are going to be on your best behavior. Right?”.

The pointed way Alix was speaking made Peter roll his eyes, “yes. I’ll be the perfect brother dear sister”. It was said so plainly , so without emotion that Alix halted. Ever since she had picked Peter up at the airport he had seemed off. His face set in a scowl, his voice brash and unkind. His demeanor had changed since she last saw him. He was no longer the well mannered twin, and Alix could feel the distance between them. The way Peter hadn’t even hugged her at the airport, even after she had hugged him.

“Alright I wasn’t going to bring this up but what’s with your attitude? Papa tells me you’re hanging out with your friends again? Is it the same friends from the gala?”.

At that Peter scoffed, eyes agitated, “for your information they were your friends too once upon a time. Or have you forgotten? Just like you forgot everything else? You…you leave and rush off and grovel at the first princess who will have you”. Alix could feel her eyes burning. Her Chest aching from the words. She Could feel that familiar sensation of anger and betrayal in her veins.

“I left because I needed to forge my own path. I cannot…no matter how hard it pains me to say, I cannot be by your side my whole Life. And as for my groveling…” her green jade eyes peered into her brothers, watching him sulk.

“You will not disrespect Leonor at all in front of me. Because if you do Peter…” the words were on the top of her tongue. Memories of being children and spending endless days with her brother. Laughing, giggling, always by each other side came in mind.

And she hated the way she couldn’t seem to let him go. The loyalty. Perhaps it had to do with them being born together. That close knit tight bond they shared.

But images of Leonor’s cotton blue eyes and soft oh so gentle smile filled her mind and the words were out before she could stop them.

“If I find that you disrespected Leonor or her family in any way..I will not hesitate to have you removed and put on a flight back home. With word sent to papa”

She didn’t miss the way her brothers eyes shot to her. So many emotions tangled in his icy eyes. Regret, grief, betrayal, but the one that most stood out was anger. Deep and abiding anger.

He struggled to speak. But once he did the way his words shook, like he had been impacted by them. Like his whole world shattered.

“You’d pick her over me? Her??? Some princess that won’t even marry you if you ask because we both know what her parliament will say? She says she loves you Alix but i guarantee you the minute someone else comes in the picture you’ll be discarded. And who will have to piece together your heart again? Oh…me”.

The energy in the car was beyond any fight she had ever encountered with her brother. This one hurt the most, stung like a thousand shards of glass. Because she knew her brother was gone. Replaced by this smug, angry, resentful boy.

Alix remained quiet for a minute, processing his words. “What happened to you while I was gone? You-you never use to speak to me like this?”.

Peter rolled his eyes as if the question was absurd. “I grew up Alix! Just as you have!”.

Alix’s voice rose higher, “this is growing up!!? Acting like a complete and utter disaster? Being cruel and disrespectful? Peter ! Papa taught us better than that! He taught us to be”

“The royals that we are? Listen here dear sister..you left me that day. You left me to fend for myself against…against those fools we call parliament! They look at me like I’m nothing but a child! Like a boy who doesn’t know any better! But I am the future king!! And what’s worse is that papa allows it!”.

“Papa allows it because you respond to nothing else!!”.

“Perhaps it would better if I were to reject to being king. It would work better wouldn’t it?”.

Alix scoffed, “you think that would fix the problem? Running away from it?”.

“Oh yes. I think it would work perfectly. Papa would get his heir worthy of the cause, I would no longer be forced to submit to the grey haired pin heads of parliament and you-“.

Alix could feel her stomach churn with peters burning stare. She knew what he was going to say even before he spoke them. “You would finally get the throne you so desperately wanted”.

There it was. The truth. The unsaid truth that neither of them had ever mentioned but both could feel.

Alix shook her head. “I don’t want it”. Resolve in her tone. “I- don’t want it”

Peter scoffed, “now you don’t! Now you don’t! Because you found your darling princess! We both know if I decided to leave..you would be forced into the position. And your fling or whatever you call your relationship with Leonor would end. Because heirs cannot marry heirs. And if you did you’d be breaking tradition that our ancestors followed for more than 700 years! And then you’d have to face the music! From both press!”.

Anger seemed to be the loudest emotion in Alix head. It roared loud and clear. Hurt him. Hurt him back like he did you.

But in the end she couldn’t. Not even if he had hated her.

The rest of the ride remained silent, Alix trying to holdback her tears and Peter refusing to apologize.

“If being here is such a pain for you then I will allow you to go. I invited you here because I missed my brother. But I-I see now that you-that you think differently of me. You needn’t be trapped here.”.

Peter watched as the princes pavilion came in view. The sniffles of his sister and he sighed, rubbing his eyes before speaking.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean anything I said I was just angry. I’ll be the perfect brother tonight for you. I’ll play the nice and humble heir, and- and I’ll be respectful to Leonor and her parents. After all papa loves them dearly. And you do too”.

“Actually I believe it would be best for all involved if you were to stay back”.

Alix didn’t miss the way her brother sputtered. “D-don’t you trust me Alix? Would I ever, ever hurt you?”.

Alix could feel her heart breaking, realization hitting her like a freight train. “That’s the problem Peter. I cannot trust you anymore. I advise you to go home.”

??? Thoughts?-🇪🇸

AAAAAAAAAAHHH OMG THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AND HEARTBREAKING AND SO SO AMAZING!!!! the writing quality of this piece >>>> 🤍💖😭🥹💔❤️‍🩹😍🥲

Like this is so sad for both parts. Alix relies on Peter to keep being heir and Peter relies on Alic to support him when all he has to do is gain some confidence and buck up at court. Like this is pure genius when it comes to writing angst!!!!

10/10 everything for this piece and it might be my new fav!!!! 🤍😭🥹🙏😍💔

#SO GOOD!#answered ask #leonalix #whispers of the crown #leonalix fic #Wotc

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nearlyentertainment · 11 months

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Recent examples of me not understanding people

So, that whole interaction I started to feel bad about insulting @adurot. I knew he was fine... probably... he's not actually upset, right?... Let me just message him on discord in a friendly manner, so he knows I'm not actually being mean... Okay, cool. He doesn't seem upset... I think.

Anyway, I always have to double check with myself to make sure I'm not screwing up somehow.

TL;DR below - I might be autistic. Here's some stuff on my mind.

Another time: I was telling my sister that I took this lady home from work and that she reminded me of her. Her personality seemed similar and she was very talkative with other passengers. I'm an airport shuttle driver, by the way. But she would talk and just the pitch of her voice hurt my ears. I was wincing in the driver's seat and very uncomfortable. She wasn't screaming or yelling, just naturally very loud and friendly. I was not enjoying that ride. My sister took this to mean I was saying she was super annoying and called me rude for it. They were two different facts, but just happened to be from the same person.

I think I might be a little autistic, not just anxious. I asked my doctor for a test and they referred me to some other place that responded with "your insurance won't cover it, but it will go toward your deductible. The test is $2500." So that was an instant NOPE. I told my sister I might be autistic and she said "I can see you being on the spectrum." My friend said "Honestly, sometimes you say things that would definitely fit with you being autistic."

A quick "signs you might be autistic" search on the googly said

finding it hard to understand what others are thinking or feeling.

getting very anxious about social situations.

finding it hard to make friends or preferring to be on your own.

seeming blunt, rude or not interested in others without meaning to.

finding it hard to say how you feel.

(X) taking things very literally – for example, you may not understand sarcasm or phrases like "break a leg"

having the same routine every day and getting very anxious if it changes

(X) not understanding social "rules", such as not talking over people

avoiding eye contact

getting too close to other people, or getting very upset if someone touches or gets too close to you

noticing small details, patterns, smells or sounds that others do not

having a very keen interest in certain subjects or activities

liking to plan things carefully before doing them

and I find all of these except the (X) ones to be true. Well, I don't know what other social rules I might be breaking, but I don't talk over other people and tend to stop talking when someone talks over me and get lost in the background. And I like to plan things, but I'm fine with being spontaneous sometimes.

I also have ADHD and that messes with me too. I actually forgot I had ADHD for a long time before it suddenly came back to me one day. I don't even remember what triggered the memory. I was also diagnosed with depression in middle school from a therapist. Fucking hated that dude. I can't feel safe talking to a therapist because of him. And talking about my other mental health problems, I'm trans too. Depression has diminished since I came out, both to myself and people around me, though it hasn't gone away. Like, I wanna be a girl, but I can't convince myself that I would make a good one, and call myself they/them instead. "Maybe 'she' if I'm feeling pretty." This day has not come. Though I have one discord group calling me she/her and it feels good. I just never corrected them into saying they/them. Sometimes it feels like lying.

Anyway, I've rambled enough. If you read all that, good for you. I would have lost interest a while ago. Thanks for that. Feel free to say hi. I cannot guarantee that I will be able to hold a conversation or keep in touch, but I like to meet new people. I'm not good at reaching out either.

#autism #possible autism #not understanding #feelings #story time #tanis talks #long post #ADHD #therapy #rant #trans #mtf trans #nearlyentertainment #lgbtq #trans rights

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anzynai · 2 years

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could I have tsukasa headcannons pls i love him pls I love you

Tsukasa Hcs

angie i’m going to kiss you /p NO BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH tsukasa is one of my many lomls but that doesn’t make him less special and just. LETS GO!!!! tsukasa i’m coming for u.. with tickles…..!!!! ANYWAYS ENJOY CUTIES <333

Lee:

lowkey embarrassed about being ticklish LMFAOO like he will go any lengths to hide it. but the second that he’s comfortable with someone and they know he’s ticklish, he’s totally open about it. esp with like saki and stuff cuz sib tickles ✨

he highkey rllllyyy likes being tickled but bc of HIS PRIDE he can’t ever bring himself to ask for tickles but who is he fooling everyone knows

can i say tsukasa x sides ?? i think yes ?? YES HE WILL BE DYING OF LAUGHTER IF SKMEONE GETS HIM THERE like bro is he okay? yes he is he’s just that loud when he’s tickled on his sides. it’s better to save this part for last because it exhausts him very quickly tho.

GENTLE TICKLES GENTLE TICKLES okay so rough tickles work pretty well on him but gentle tickles work best! just lightly grazing his skin will have him squirming and maybe even leaning to the touch but shhh LOL

…his pride is like a curse at times LMFAO it always ends up with him shrieking and flailing around bc rui, emu, and nene tickle him “to knock him down a peg”

it usually works lol he’s too exhausted but when it doesn’t…. you know what comes next

he’s like.. the lee a good amount of the time. he’s so ticklish rui had teasingly asked if he’d like his ticklishness to be incorporated into one of their shows. well, he never said no but he didn’t really say much of anything with his hands covering his extremely flushed face.

he’s the type who won’t curl up BUT also won’t kick out and stuff?? like he’s flailing around but he won’t hurt anyone loll what a sweetie haha

he’s okay with teasing.. kinda. he’s more focused on the tickling with the words being said but when he is listening, he gets prettyyyy flustered. sometimes he’s too caught up in the tickling to pay attention to the teases tho

SAKI AND HIM GET INTO TICKLE FIGHTS ALLL THE TIME HAHAHA and if anyone asks, he definitely does not lose like.. 70% of the time. it’s not even like she’s not ticklish, she just knows the best ways to catch her brother off guard.

okokok i had a thought but forgot it.. UHHH wait so i got it. he’s kinda.. gullible LIKE him getting tickled is way tooooo easy whether it’s getting him to wear cropped costumes just to tickle his tummy or getting him to reach things from high places (even though rui could do it) just to tickle his armpits. it’s just so.. easy.

Ler:

HES THE TYPE TO COMPLIMENT THE LEE AS HES TICKLING THEM

“you should laugh more!” “you have a nice smile!” with the widest, most prideful, most excited grin on his face that just guarantees that the lee feels so incredibly loved and that’s because they are

go to spots to attack the lee is like their sides and armpits

nahhh bc you think his pride is big enough already but you cannot prepare yourself for the GIGANTIC INFLATION OF HIS EGO when he finds a spot on the lee that really gets them going LMAOO

he may or may not think about it for days and he may or may not think about new ways to tickle them because why does he like the sound of their laughter so much?? he’s not sure but he would like to hear it again!!

usually tickles saki the most.. sibling bonding time!! they’re just so close tickling is part of their thing yk? it’s just so normalized between them.

it’s all or nothing with him. he either won’t tickle you at all or he’s gonna full blown attack you with tickles. it’s both scary and delightful.

he’s a gentle tickler HAHA he tickles people the way he likes it

he’s SUPER sweet when he tickles someone, constantly checking on how their doing as he’s doing it bc he doesn’t wanna accidentally overstep their boundaries

he has a lot of fun tickling people but he doesn’t get to do it as often as he would like. he usually like, tickles for revenge and it’s not even about the revenge. he just wants to tickle them.

also… ALSO FOR like those he may be romantically involved with… can i just say. tickle. kisses. LIKE it’s such a comfort for him like even if he’s giving or receiving them.

#tickling #pjsekai #project sekai #colorful stage #wonderland x showtime #wxs #tsukasa #tsukasa tenma #tenma tsukasa #tickle #tickle headcanons #headcanons #pjsekai headcanons #hcs #dapangie #jai’s headcanons #my favorite <3 #proseka

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lifewithchronicpain · 2 years

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Finally finishing up my inclusive halloween post, and i want to preview it here in case i forgot anything. i also havent grammar or spellchecked, feel free to point out any errors if you want to. But mostly i am looking for any important suggestions i may have forgotten. It's long so i'll use a readmore. please comment with any suggestions or corrections, thanks!

Handicapped Halloween: How to Make the Holiday Fun for Everyone.

Posted on October 17, 2022

Halloween is hands down my favorite holiday, taking place in the best season of the year. Everything about autumn makes me smile, but nothing moreso than Halloween. Candy, horror, and costumes, what more could you want?

I’m 37 so I have celebrated Halloween every which way. I’ve done my share of trick or treating, hit the parties in my 20s, and even visited Salem a few years ago. More recently I have had returned to the joy of trick or treating by giving out candy. I also walked the block with my young Niece and Nephew last year dressed as a plague doctor.

Halloween in general is a lot less stressful than say Thanksgiving or Christmas, and costs way less. This aspect makes it easy for many people to participate, and yet, there are some blind spots. A holiday that is all about candy is going to alienate kids who have food allergies or severe illness that prevents candy completely. Many people can enjoy a party, but if there is a strobe light on for a spooky effect, then anyone with epilepsy won’t be able to come.

It’s really hard to address these issues if you’re not aware of them. It’s also one thing to have strobe light at a party when you have confirmed no one has any issue with it. However if you put a strobe on your porch where trick or treaters of all kinds will see it, you cannot guarantee someone with epilepsy will be okay.

The following is a list of things to consider for your fellow disabled trick or treaters and party goers, along with any helpful suggestions. Not everything on the list may apply to your celebrations, but I ask you go through the list and consider incorporating what you can so everyone can enjoy this wonderful holiday.

1. We are still in a pandemic, so it is still a good idea to incorporate a mask into your costume. This especially goes for indoor parties where the virus spreads so easily.

2. If food is offered at a party, try to have a variety with safe food options for any food sensitive guests. This is not just allergies, some people can have triggers outside common allergies. If possible, find out if there any particular food requests. If you can’t get specific food restrictions, do at least go for the most common allergies such as dairy, eggs, and nuts. When it comes to allergen friendly candy, try to include a simple sugar based sweets like Dots, Sour Patch Kids, Smarties, Skittles, Starburst, Swedish Fish, and Nerds. For kids who are severely restricted, consider participating in the Teal Pumpkin Project and hand out mini toys.

3. If you’re having themed alcoholic drinks, make sure there are alcohol free versions. Many disabled people have conditions or medications that restrict alcohol consumption.It’s a good rule of thumb so designated drivers don’t have to miss out on having fun drinks too.

4. Halloween lighting is always a must, but please don’t use strobe lighting, it can induce seizures for some people. Flickering lights at a low frequency are safe, but anything with fast flashing and super bright light is a big no.

5. If you want to make a black cake in the spirit of Halloween, do not use activated charcoal. This ingredient is used when people have overdosed on pills to absorb the medication. That means if someone is on important medication it will neutralize it. There are other black food color options, like squid ink. Grapefruit is also not great for the same reason.

6. Make sure there is plenty of seating at your party or event and your physically disabled friends will be very appreciative.

7. Consider the volume of the music. Not just because you may have guests with hearing loss and sensory overload who find it extremely difficult to communicate with music that’s too loud. It’s also nice to your neighbors who could also be disabled and want to enjoy Halloween in peace.

8. If you are renting a venue for the party, try to pick one that is handicap accessible. Despite the ADA, there are still lots of buildings designed without disabled people in mind. Definitely consult your disabled guests on what they need.

9. Unless you’re running a haunted house, I strongly suggest no jump scares. People with PTSD or other medical issues should be able to enjoy this holiday too without having it ruined by an unnecessary panic attack. If you feature some kind of scare for trick or treaters, it should be opt in and not terrify people walking by on the street.

10. When I was kid there was more climbing stairs to knock on doors. These days most people come outside to watch the trick or treaters and if you have steps I would suggest doing the same. I have a huge stairway leading to my front door and when kids come up, inevitably some can’t. So if possible, make it easier for our really young or disabled trick or treaters and enjoy a night of costume watching.

#halloween #disability #spoonies

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nakunakunomi · 8 months

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Hi Hazel! Oh my, is your foot okay? What happened? I hope it's been healed by now, if not I'm wishing you a speedy recovery. Also, I hope August has been more sunny and less rainy for you. I'm personally not a huge fan of rainy season ;-;. Aside from that, how was your weekend getaway? I hope you had a chance to relax and do fun things!

Yay! Congratulations on all your pulls! May you continue to get all the cards you want ^-^. Which is the top card you want to pull for next?

Ooh would it be safe to assume Halloween is your favourite? Speaking of, I can't believe I missed Spooktober requests :( but I'm glad to see someone else requested Leona in my stead haha. And no holiday plans other than spending time with friends and family. Do you have anymore holiday plans for the last few weeks of summer?

I saw you posted about sharing your art :O. If you want to share your art, then I'd say go for it. Even if you don't think it's as good as the other artists on Tumblr, I bet your drawings still look amazing!

Hope you enjoy the rest of your break and remember to take care as always! -berry anon

Hiya Berry!

I sprained my ankle simply by walking. I fell two years ago and sprained my ankle really badly. When it was healed, I fell, and fell on the other ankle, spraining it badly again. Ever since, I've had super weak ankles, and even when wearing insoles, I still roll them by just walking around. Unfortunately, that's what happened on the city trip as well. It's been six weeks and I can move normally again, but certain movements do still hurt. It will probably be like that for the rest of my life.

I am not quite sure! The game surprised me with my next top wish, Jamil's basketball card, a week before Leona's birthday, so I had to skip him, hoping he'll come back into rotation sometime soon. Assuming we will get masquerade for Halloween this year, I am trying to save up 200 Pulls to be guaranteed masquerade Idia, he's too beautiful. Next in line is probably the Sunset Savannah croptop Leona. I forgot the actual name of the card but it's Gorgeous. I should really diversify cards more, but I can't help but have a little army of my favorites. I hope that dorm Riddle, dorm Trey and dorm Idia still kinda appear randomly as I pull. Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday, even though it's truly not celebrated where I live? We don't do trick or treat or anything, but the shops have been carrying some spooky stuffs the last few years, and the roommate and i just kind of use it as year-round decoration.

Not a lot of plans anymore. Catching up on some more anime, writing, and from tomorrow on, prepping for work. I have quite a lot to prepare for and do, so I really need to get to it. I have been procrastinating for more than long enough. And I volunteered to be the head of a council at school this year, besides my other teacher, workgroup and party-committee duties, because I am a chronic people pleaser that cannot say no and wants to be involved in every single thing apparently.

The drawings are really REALLY silly, but well, I might just do a dump of them sometime in the future, or when I feel a little more confident hahah.

I hope you get to enjoy lots and lots of time with your friends and family! The weather is getting hotter here again, so enjoying the last bits of summer before it's that wonderful sweater weather again. Take care, get loads of rest and drink loads of water!! sending you love!

#hazel speak #hazel and frenz #berry anon

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zololacan · 1 year

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March 2003, Donald Rums kid engaged in a little bit of amateur philosophizing about the relationship between the known and the unknown:

"There are "known knowns". These are things we know that we know There are" known-unknowns." That is to say, there are things that we know we don't know. But there are also "unknown unknowns". There are things we don't know that we don't know"

What he forgot to add was the crucial fourth term: the"unknown knowns," things we don't know that we know,

which is precisely the Freudian unconscious,

the "knowledge which doesn't know itself," as Lacan used to say.

If Rumsfeld thinks that the main dangers in the confrontation with Iraq are the "unknown unknowns," the threats from Saddam about which we do not even suspect what they may be, what we should reply is that the main dangers are, on the contrary, the "unknown knowns," the disavowed beliefs and suppositions we are not even aware of adhering to ourselves. The risk to be taken is to assume these fantasmatic unknowns. In a story by Somerset Maugham from the 1920s, an Englishman in his forties, who, for decades, worked in colonial Shanghai, finally earns enough to realize the dream that sustained him through the years—to move to London and live the comfort- able life of a bachelor there. However, after a couple of weeks in London, he gets terribly bored and depressed, and starts to long for the life back in Shanghai; so, he boards a boat back to China. But, on the long trip back, while the boat makes a stop in Hanoi, he leaves it and remains permanently in Hanoi. After being disappointed by the realization of a lifetime dream, he knows that he cannot afford another such experience, so he decides to stay forever close to China, forever dreaming about how nice life would have been in Shanghai.

This is what Lacan means by "compromising one's desire": the refusal to "traverse c4's fantasy" by way of risking its actualization.

This is also one of the ways of specifying the meaning of Lacan's assertion of the subject's constitutive "decenterment." Its point is not that my subjec- tive experience is regulated by objective unconscious mechanisms that are "decentered" with regard to my self-experience and, as such, beyond my control (a point asserted by every materialist) but, rather, is something much more unsettling: I am deprived of even my most intimate "subjective" experience, the way things "really seem to me," that of the fundamental fantasy that constitutes and guarantees the core of my being, since I can never consciously experience it and assume it. According to the standard view, the dimension that is constitutive of subjectivity is that of phenomenal (self) experience: I am a subject the moment I can say to myself, "No matter what unknown mechanism governs my acts, perceptions, and thoughts, nobody

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dragonofthedepths · 3 years

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14/100

Written for the #100daysofwriting challenge by @the-wip-project

@just-a-well-wisher and @lolli-ace I wanna give you guys a really special thank you for somehow liking yesterday’s post overnight, because after everything that happened to it I was just really unhappy with it by the time I hit post, and waking up to see your notifications was just wonderful because suddenly I could associate ✨positive emotions✨ with it when before there’d just been frustration and upset. So really, thank you so much. And a big thank you to the other couple people who liked it as well 🥰.

Iruma-kun/Among Us AU (Iruma-kun characters, Among Us setting.) The Imposters are a widespread race of carnivorous shapeshifters who live across four entire planets not to mention the many, many ships and star bases that have been infiltrated. Delkira is the King. Most (if not all) human spacefarers work for MIRA, a corrupt capitalist company with little care for lifeforms of any kind and a focus only on its’ profits. Delkira somehow winds up on a small trash bucket of of a ship called the Skeld headed for the Imposters’ birth planet of Polaris and staffed by (presumably) a bunch of humans, a species Delkira is currently attempting to figure out how to call off his race’s rather one-sided war of attrition with. That would be complicated enough. Things do not stay that simple. By two days in everyone has completely lost the plot. The crew contains at least Delikra, Sullivan, Iruma, Iruma’s parents, Sabro, Asmodeus (I keep getting the urge to use his first name and at this point I’m just gonna go ahead and do that)Alice, and Clara.

Day 14 Q: Do you have figures/creatures of folklore in your WIP? If not, can you think of something that would fit?

A: Um, I don’t tend to? I’ll use them occasionally, but they’re never drawn from any specific folktale, just the general idea, and they’re always altered and tailored super specifically for whatever story I’m telling. I think I did Fae/Fairies most recently, and I’ve had a couple cool ideas with changelings.

#100daysofwriting #scribblings from the deep #Marimashita! Iruma-kun #Among Us #fix tags later #well I’ve officially lost it as this is posted past even my broken clock’s midnight and it’s solely my fault #but that just means I’m gonna have to try really hard from here on out not to technically fail a day again #I took the hike I said I was gonna #I accidentally skipped breakfast and lunch #and when I got back I just laid down in bed and did something vaguely between existence and non-existence #now I really have to go to bed before I get anxiety for non-related circadian reasons #hopefully there will be some Walls Come Crumbling Down tomorrow #but I cannot guarantee as there is a Thing I Forgot To Do That May Cause Problems #accidental tag journal

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thatredheadwriter · 2 years

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Wine Drunk

steven grant x reader

I know I said I wasn’t going to post any fics this weekend, but this one was almost finished and I couldn’t help it. I don’t believe that it’s my best work, but it’s a cute little thing so I hope somebody enjoys it.

This is a SFW oneshot for (implied) female reader with Steven Grant of the show Moon Knight. This work does not contain smut, however it may contain mature language or themes, and as a rule my blog is only for those over the age of 18 (or the age of majority in your locale). As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

Mentions of pet illness

Mentions of vomit

Alcohol/drinking

Drunkenness

General Steven and reader awkwardness

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

You slammed the door to your flat, wincing as the sound made your eyes rattle in your head. After locking it tight and putting the security chain in place, you all but threw your bags across the room and onto your counter.

Your hair was wet, your socks were wet, your favourite boots had a hole in the toe, and you were just nearly run over by a cab. Overall, you’d had a crummy day and coming home to an empty flat was just the cherry on top. Your cat was at the vet, somehow he’d managed to swallow a paperclip meaning you had to rush him to the emergency centre on Wednesday evening.

The spring rain had you craving homemade chicken and rice soup, but the grocery store didn’t have any carrots, any long grain rice, or bay leaves. So instead you bought a bottle of rosé and a handful of Dairy Milk bars.

When your phone rang, you nearly threw it instead of answering, not in the mood to be bothered, but when you saw the name, you couldn’t help the small smile that came to your lips. Sliding the green emblem along its track, you answered the call and flopped down onto your couch with a light bounce.

“I have had the worst day,” you groaned, rolling over onto your side to face the door you’d just come in. Your hand reached down to remove your trashed boots and icky socks.

“So-so I guess that means you don’t want to go see a movie…” he chuckled as he said it, but there was a clear note of disappointment in his voice. You cursed mentally, just now remembering your commitment to go with Steven to see the old film that was playing at the local theatre this weekend.

“Oh, god, Steven. I completely forgot! I’m so, sorry, but I’m absolutely drenched. I got splashed with puddle water from a bus,” you felt like a child, whining the way you were, “And I’ve got to take a shower before I’m even halfway presentable-”

“I’s alright, (y/n),” he cut you off, “I completely understand. We’ll do a raincheck, eh?”

You chewed your bottom lip. You weren’t exaggerating, and the last thing you wanted to do was go out. But the thought of seeing Steven made you feel warm deep within despite the cold, wet clothes still clinging to you.

“I’ll let you go, yeah? Call me tomorrow if you’re feeling up to-”

“Steven, do you want to come over?”

The words flew out of your mouth, and you almost didn’t believe you’d said them.

He cleared his throat on the other end of the line, “What?”

“Would you want to come over? I know it’s no movie, but I was thinking-”

“I’d love to.”

There was silence for a minute, and then you remembered it was your turn to speak.

“Oh, uh, I’ll text you my address. Wanna be here in, say an hour and a half? That gives me some time so I won’t smell like street water when you get here.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,” he hastily agreed, and you heard rustling in the background.

“Ok, well I’ll see you soon, then.”

“See you.”

“Bye, Steven,” you couldn’t help but grin to yourself when you said his name.

“Laters gators,” he signed off before a click let you know the line had been disconnected.

An hour and twenty-eight minutes later you were pacing your kitchen in your best loungewear, waiting to see if Steven or the delivery man would arrive first.

After your much needed shower, you scrambled around the flat to straighten up and feel like the place was at least half-presentable. You made your bed, picked up all the dirty clothes and clutter, and finally did the few dishes that were stacked up in the sink. In the last five minutes you’d set out bowls and chopsticks and wine glasses, all in nervous anticipation of Steven’s first ever visit.

You’d sent him your address before you got in the shower, and when you got out, he’d asked about dinner. Of course he’d offered to pick something up, but you told him you had an excellent working relationship with the delivery guy from the Vietnamese place three streets over, and that they had an excellent vegan pho according to reviews.

When you heard a knock at the door, you nearly jumped out of your skin, your fuzzy socks sliding on the hardwood floors as you rushed to see who it was. Through the spyhole, you saw a nervous looking Steven, who was holding the bag from the Vietnamese place by his side, some other grocery bag in another one, and a bouquet of multi colored gerbera daisies in the other hand.

It took far too long to get the door open so when you finally did, your face was a little flustered. But if Steven noticed he didn’t let on. The corners of his mouth twitched up in a smile when he saw you, and he lifted the hand holding the flowers.

“Thought these’d brighten your day,” he explained shyly as you took the bouquet from him and stepped aside to let him into the flat.

“Steven, you so did not have to do this,” you chided, but your wide gin betrayed how you really felt.

“I know, I know,” his back was turned to you as he unloaded the bags on your dining table, “But I wanted to. Oh, and since you didn’t let me pay for dinner, I picked up a bottle of your favourite red.”

His face fell when he turned, and saw the bottle of rosé sitting out on the counter, the own bottle he’d purchased in hand.

“Really, you’ve gone to far too much trouble, Steven,” you grinned, taking the bottle from him and over to the counter.

“I-I didn’t realise you’d already have-”

“Steven, I did tell you I had a horrible day, didn’t I?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“I have a feeling that between the two of us, we can probably finish two bottles,” you smirked, cutting the foil open on the bottle of red. Steven was still standing awkwardly between the doorway and your dining table. “I see you met the delivery man.”

“Oh, um, yeah I did,” he nodded along to your words.

“Well, if you want to bring the food over here, I’ve got bowls and utensils out,” you nodded your head to the clean dishes. He brought over the large brown paper sack and was starting to unpack it when he noticed you struggling with the cork.

His hands hovered near his sternum, like he wanted to say something. Finally after your third curse word, he let it out. “Sorry, (y/n), but could I maybe help you with that? Not that you need it, but-”

“Please,” you smiled, handing the bottle to him and gliding around him to finish unpacking the food.

“Um, should I pour,” he turned to ask you, hip brushing your ass a bit due to the tight quarters.

“Sure, there’s an aerator in the top drawer there to your right. Supposed to make it taste better, I guess,” you chuckled. Steven found it without incident and in just another minute, the two of you had a rather full dinner in front of yourselves.

He started to sit at the dining table, but you made a face.

“Do you mind if we eat in the living room? Those chairs hurt my ass, and I promise I don’t care if you spill.”

Steven just shrugged agreeably and followed you to the cosy living area, the only seating being your beloved couch and a single thrifted armchair. You took your usual spot on the couch, and Steven was headed for the armchair.

“I wouldn’t sit there if I were you.”

He furrowed his brow.

“That’s my cat’s chair, he’s got it covered in his fur and if you sit there, you will be too.”

“Oh, well I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of your cat,” he grinned, plopping down on the end of the couch opposite you.

“You won’t, he’s still at the vets’.”

Steven’s chopsticks clattered into his bowl, “Really? What happened?”

You rolled your eyes, “Bloody bastard swallowed a paperclip on Wednesday, had to go have emergency surgery. They’re just keeping him for a while.”

“Oh, well, I’m still sorry to hear it.”

“Thanks. I’ve been kinda lonely around here without him,” you admitted to him before slurping at some of the broth in your bowl.

“I know I’d be lonely without Gus.”

“Who’s Gus?”

“Well, Gus’s my goldfish, see. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but…” Steven went on to tell you all about his one-finned goldfish and how much he liked sprinkles and looking at postcards.

By the time you finished dinner, and the bottle of red, you were giggling along to all of Steven’s stories, a heady buzz settling into your veins. He was still finishing his first glass, while you were swallowing your fourth.

“I’m going to grab the rose,” you grinned wildly, standing off the couch and making your way to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, you opened the bottle before starting to tote it back to the living room, which is when you noticed the chocolate on the table.

“Hey, you want a chocolate bar?” you asked, holding one up so he could see. He nodded, so you tossed the candy at him, and unsuccessfully tried to stifle your giggle when he fumbled with it for a moment before it finally landed in his lap.

“So, what about your day was so bad?” he asked as he held his glass out for you to refill it.

Now it was your turn to ramble. First you told him all about your ruined shoes, and how your feet got drenched almost first thing once you stepped outside. Then at work, the stomach bug was going around, so half your kids were out and the other half had just been out. Two boys got in a fight at recess, and then you had pickup duty after classes. Then there was your bi-weekly faculty meeting. They announced new budget cuts of course, and then some dumbass had nominated you to take over the after school arts program. You didn’t have anything against the program, but you didn’t have the time or energy to run it. And finally, at the beginning of your journey home, a bus splashed you with street puddle water.

“At least-at least I wasn’t Mrs. Harvelle,” you said through gasping laughs, Steven’s expressions and your high blood alcohol level making you laugh so hard you were crying, “Little miss head of the department, had not one, but two of her kids vomit in class. One of them was all over her shoes.”

Tears streamed down your face as you rocked back and forth, trying to catch your breath.

“Oh, god. I could never, ever be a teacher. One time a toddler threw up on the counter at work and I had to go hide in the back until maintenance cleaned it up. Donna was so pissed.”

By the time you’d both stopped laughing, the clock on your wall read 12:04, and your head was starting to ache a bit. The soft hum of rain on the roof and against the windows was beginning to pull you towards the land of dreams and you thought fondly of your bed just in the other room.

Steven seemed to notice the shift in your affect, glancing at the clock himself.

“I, uh, I should go,” he set his empty glass down on the table next to the pile of chocolate wrappers you two had made.

“You don’t have to.”

Steven’s mouth opened and closed a couple times, like he wasn’t sure what words he should use. But his answer was obviously not a positive one.

“God, I’m sorry,” you tucked your face in your hands.

“Wha-what are you sorry for, love?”

“I’ve just gone and made this awkward and now you’re not going to want to come over again and I just feel like an idiot for ruining everything.” Your drunken state had you crying again, although these were not happy tears.

“Hey, shh, it’s alright, yeah? You’ve not ruined anything,” Steven moved quickly, closing the distance between you. One of his large hands came to rub reassuringly on your arm, but when you leaned into him, he wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to fall into his chest and sob.

“But I forgot our date, and then I spent the whole time bitching, and now I’m drunk crying,” you hiccuped, looking up at him through teary lashes.

“No, no, love. You’ve been wonderful. ‘Sides, how many times have you seen me when I’m all a mess, hmm?”

“A lot,” you sniffled, earning a chuckle from Steven above you.

“Look, you just need your rest, darling. Tha’s alright.”

You nodded into his chest, breaths coming more and more regularly now, the tears falling slower now.

“Ok? Let’s get you into bed,” he released you, and you nearly whined at the loss of contact. He was so warm, so familiar and comfortable, so Steven.

He helped you stand up and kept a steadying hand on your midback as you made your way to the bedroom. It was lit with dim lamplight and the sight of your bed nearly brought a new run of tears. You watched as Steven turned down your duvet and sheet, moving out of your way as you sat down and got comfy.

Steven smiled down at you as you fell back on the pillow. You couldn’t help but grab one of his hands that dangled by his side.

“I know-I know you don’t want to…but I need you to know that you can stay, if you want.”

His jaw clenched and his grip on your hand tightened.

“I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Steven stood in front of your vanity, leaning heavily against your porcelain sink. He’d never liked another person’s bathroom so much, but this one smelled like you.

“Marc, get out here. I need to talk to you,” he stared at himself in the mirror, speaking as sternly as he could while keeping his voice low. “Marc! Bloody hell, I need…”

“What?” his reflection twisted into a bored frown, and Steven resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“I’m at (y/n)’s flat. She wants me to stay over and-”

“Ooh, good on you Stevie. Finally going for it?” Marc interrupted his other, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“No, no. That’s not what-I’m not…Look, I want to stay over, but I need to know that you’re not going to take over and leave in the middle of the night or scare her or-”

“You’re just staying over?”

“She’s drunk and upset, so yes.”

Marc rolled his eyes, “Fine. Unless we are in mortal danger, I won’t take over.”

Steven breathed a sigh, releasing the coil that had built in his chest. He knew that was the best guarantee he would get from the alter, so he ran a hand through his hair, splashed some water on his face, and went back to your room.

You had turned over in bed so you were facing away from the door, but as he came around the end of it, he could see your eyes had shut and your lips had parted slightly.

He made quick work of shedding his sweater before crawling into the empty space next to you, careful with his movements so he wouldn’t disturb you, and gently lowered himself onto the mattress.

Reaching over, he pulled the chain to turn off the lamp. He laid in silence listening to your breathing.

You woke up in the morning with a killer headache and a dry feeling in your mouth, but all of that was momentarily forgotten when you tried to roll over, only to be met with something solid at your back. Scrambling to sit up, you were met with the sight of a fully dressed Steven, snoozing softly beside you.

His face was pressed into the pillow and his plump lips were parted slightly. As sunlight filtered in through the window, it highlighted his messy curls, and you found your hand hovering, wanting to reach out and run your fingers through them. You knew Steven didn’t sleep much, so you elected to leave him to rest as you found your way to your feet and fumbled for the water bottle you kept on your nightstand.

There was a slight chill in the air, and you rubbed at your exposed arms. But on your way to the closet to retrieve a sweatshirt, you noticed Steven’s discarded jumper on the back of your chair.

With your hands tucked into the sleeves of the oversized sweater, you made your way out into the kitchen and filled the kettle so you could start so tea or coffee, you hadn’t decided which yet.

It was almost noon when Steven emerged from your bedroom, creases from your pillow pressed into his face. He scrubbed at his cheek lightly, and you could swear you could feel your heart flutter.

“Oh, there’s my jumper,” he said sleepily, making you giggle.

(A/N: If it’s not super clear, Steven is wearing a t-shirt underneath his sweater.)

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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 years

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They pushed the hero back but still, surprisingly so, pulled them up. It was a paradox on its own. There was a metaphor in there somewhere…the hero knew that. About strength and power, maybe?

They felt like they had other things to worry about. But they couldn’t focus their eyes on anything right now, so did that really matter anyway? They had time to find the right metaphor.

“That was pretty stupid of you,” the villain said, walking up and down in front of them. “Thus, very untypical, if I may say so.”

The hero still tried to figure out the metaphor problem.

“Mhmm,” the hero hummed, their head spinning, a weird taste in their mouth. What was their childhood friend’s name again? They felt like they had to know the name of the person who had made them eat dirt in kindergarten. How were pencils made, by the way?

The people that held them, pushed them down onto something. At least they were somewhat gentle, though. The villain was just standing there. Just in front of them, observing. The hero grabbed onto one of the people, a woman who seemed to have a twin next to her…or was that just the hero seeing double? They couldn’t tell.

“I cannot guarantee to jump between you and every villain you try to punch into prison in time. It’s starting to be a challenge, dear.” The hero had a little bit more time to examine the people around them. There were three, or six when they counted the doubles. They were all women in their early 20s, saying things to each other – medical stuff which the hero didn’t understand at all. The nice women examined them more and more, now. The hero’s gaze fell onto the villain. They looked so good.

“Can you tell me how much pain you feel on a scale from one to ten?” The hero’s head whipped around to look at the woman speaking. A slight tap on their arm made them realise that they were looking into the wrong direction. They found the woman’s eyes, eventually. She seemed nice.

Finally, the hero remembered the question. One to ten? How could one rate pain on a one-to-ten-scale?

“Probably…probably a three?”

“Double that,” the villain said to the woman. “They like to pretend that they are fine.”

The nice women started to look at the hero’s arms, the stupid slits on their torso and that one really nasty gunshot wound in their shoulder. The hero grimaced when the sight of the wounds made them realise the pain was definitely closer to a six than a three. The villain knew them too well. Their eyes shot back to their nemesis. Familiarity. They liked how the villain’s uniform was showing their muscles, tensing and relaxing.

“So…do you come here often?” the hero asked and forgot immediately what their question was.

“Pardon?” The villain’s face was unreadable but that was not important. Important was how pencils were made. There were surely pencil factories.

“We have to transfer,” one of the women remarked. “Otherwise, they are going to die.” Their nemesis crouched in front of the hero, examining the wounds briefly.

“I won’t let that happen,” the villain decided. They were ready to turn around but stopped when the hero asked them the dumbest question they had ever heard coming out of their mouth.

“Are you by any chance single?”

“Honey, we are married.”

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lupically · 3 years

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#F40B32 | RYOMEN SUKUNA.

genre | light fluff, light angst, very faint romance undertone

word count | 2616

warning | mention of death, mention of injury, mention of killing, decapitation

note | i just wanted to try my hand at writing for a villain that is obviously irredeemable in a semi-realistic way.

what happens when you are irredeemable? you will fall in love anyway.

but ryomen sukuna wasn't in love with you. after all, he had killed you one too few times to claim that he was in love with you.

the first time he killed you was out of instinct. you were an intruder touching his soul the way mahito did, except you barged in without any malicious intention. he had gazed over your fallen body with mild interest then; a mere mortal, yet you emerged from thin air into his locked tight domain without dying?

the second time he killed you was a choice. he gave you not a minute to explain yourself, even though you had wasted the minute asking questions about his identity and the skull-filled area instead of giving him any valuable information about yourself. he had been fed up, he was never a man of patience, so he killed you with a wave of his hand and returned to his dull life alone on his throne.

the third time he killed you—he did not kill you. there was no third time; people liked to say the third time's charm but sukuna believed no such superstition. he killed you twice already and each time, you came back unscathed, both your body and your memories. whether he liked it or not, killing you for the third time would do neither you nor him any benefit, so he kept you alive.

you were afraid of him. he could tell, and he meant for things to be that way until he realized it served as a misfortune on his part. in order to understand this mystery—your sudden appearance into his domain, as well as your inability to leave it and his inability to kick you out—he has to gain some piece of information about you, but you were too shaken up from being murdered to talk to him at all.

sukuna's patience was reaching a breaking point and he thought about torturing it out of you, but he understood that humans are fragile, way more fragile than your typical jujutsu sorcerer. he could accidentally kill you and you would return with no scars and more unwilling to converse with him than before. then it was the waiting game all over again.

he wasn't planning on going through such a dull ordeal again, so he left you be and waited for you to calm yourself down.

the first time you talked to him, you asked him a question.

"are you going to kill me?" you asked him.

sukuna peered down at you from his throne. small, frightened, curled into a ball with no desire to touch the skeletons at his feet, but you looked up at him out of politeness.

he scoffed, displeased. "no, but i always can."

the second time you talked to him, it was to exchange a brief introduction.

"ryomen sukuna," he hummed curtly then he nudged his chin toward you. "your turn."

you shuffled up to your knees and sat down on your heels. your fingers fidgetted at your lap as you timidly peered up at his tattooed, disinterested expression.

"[full name]," you said with a nod, unable to meet his eyes. "nice–nice to meet you, sukuna-san..."

the third time you talked to him, you flinched.

"ma–may i ask you two questions... if i can...?" you asked, for the first time standing up to face him directly.

sukuna leaned away from his propped-up arm. after taking a better look at you, accessing your figure analytically despite having seen you move around slowly for days already, he shoved his hands into the sleeves of his robe and he suddenly jumped down from his throne to stand before you.

you pursed your lips nervously over his looming figure, face heating up with terrible anxiety while your eyes darted down to the watery ground. oh, his presence has been so overwhelmingly deadly that you forgot your white tennis shoes were stained red and your pastel ankle socks remained wet. you did not dare to complain, not even in your head.

"i'll allow it," he said.

"where am i?" you quickly asked.

"an innate domain," he replied.

you have questions, but you decided not to ask. you only nodded after breathing out a soft sigh to calm your nerves. this man constantly sounded condescending, he was kicking open your comfort zone without actively doing anything that would make you uncomfortable.

"okay..." you said, "thank you."

"aren't you going to ask me another question?" he stated with a raise of his brow. "you wanted to ask me two questions."

you gulped, blinking hopelessly at the air as a grimace appeared on your face. "the first question was if i can ask you two questions, and the second one is about where i am... so that makes two."

oh, a meticulously cautious one, and somewhat humorous too he would give you that. sukuna scoffed loudly, but it was less out of annoyance and more out of disbelief of your incredible dullness. however, as plain as you were, he has grown accustomed to your presence; the scent of fear that bounced off of you and the fact that he cannot kill you at will.

"you must be dying to know what this place is, are you not, you brat?" sukuna asked.

when he saw the flashes in your eyes, he knew he had you down through and through. all you were was but someone who was too afraid to say what they want, which was just as he expected from you. you wouldn't cause him trouble, you never could.

reaching his hand out of his sleeve, he stayed silent despite seeing the way you flinched with your eyes shut at his raised hand. his movement had been slow, but that was an involuntary response, an instinct that he didn't craft into you. he wondered what it was.

"you can ask me three more questions," he said as he pushed the heel of his palm against the curve of your head. he was gentle at first, then he clamped his hand down on your head as he bent his waist to meet your eyes. he laughed. "i'll allow it."

he could keep you here. he has no choice but to keep you here, and he would kill you once he realized he has the ability to. but for now, perhaps he could act a little civil, something like a human being but one that people would hate to the core.

except he was met with a little obstacle in the way, which was that you were no bad company.

the first time sukuna gained a liking toward you was when you asked him a peculiar question.

"sukuna-san," you called one time when there was only silence within the innate domain.

you sat on a bed of skulls, one that you tentatively asked the king of curses to make you so you wouldn't have to lean on the rib-cage structure and sit in water for slumber.

he denied it at first. calling you names and threatening you about ever requesting something from him—a bed in his domain? fucking atrocious. but your insomnia was killing you; you hated the blood water and your neck burned whenever you wake up having it arched at the worst angle possible.

he did not grow soft. he just made one so he didn't have to watch you sleep in his peripheral vision.

"hmm."

"why do you think curses exist?"

he raised a brow at you. "did i not teach you that before?"

"you did, sorry," you nodded, "then do you believe in god?"

"where the fuck is this coming from, you brat?"

"from where i came, god is good. but from what i am seeing, whether from where i came from or here, everything goes against that value," you muttered loudly as you pulled at your fingers. "cursed spirits harm people. if i can argue that way, i think cursed spirits are harmful within themselves."

"if god is good, and god is real, why would this happen," you said. "why should we feel negative emotions? why do we have the ability to create cursed spirits? why do curses like you exist?"

he furrowed his brows in irritation. have you reduced him to mere curses? have you reduced him to nothing but a brainless being that only takes joy in the suffering of others? no matter how he approached your words, he felt infuriated that you could minimize his importance to simply being a bad person.

he was much more than a bad person, much more than just a pain! he has ideals, he has goals and ambitions, he has wit and strength! he has anger and malevolence and power beyond which your soul could ever contain and endure! he was ryomen sukuna, the strongest curse in a thousand years and more!

he will fucking kill you.

"i'm really glad you're here, though," you finished off softly, an unknowing smile on your face as you rubbed your thumbs weakly together.

he will kill you.

"for a long time, i was told my anger and hatred aren't real. that they don't and should not exist, and i learned to bury them to the ground so they never appear on the surface again," you said, your innocent smile audible to his ears and making his chest twitch with guilt.

"cursed spirits' existence is proof that my negative emotions are real. they may be a problem, but i am not crazy for having them because they're here. they became something, they're here and alive."

he will... he will kill you.

"i just think it's unfair to put the blame on cursed spirits and cursed energy alone when the society's standard guarantees the manifestation of them," you said. "if my anger got out to the world in the form of a monster and it hurt someone, i'll forgive it. i will forgive myself."

he...

"you don't need to hear this, i wish i had your confidence, but i have to say it," you looked up and smiled at him, "i'm a little glad you're here, sukuna-san."

he will kill–he will ki–

the second time, he went stoic.

mahito was too smart for his own good. the first thing he noticed when he entered the soul within yuji's body was the way sukuna has the collar of your shirt clutched in his hand and your body pulled close to his side. it was a glance, he had one small glimpse of you both before he was kicked out of the domain.

your face was riddled with tears—crying, disappointed, and frustrated, but why? for the transfigured human whose name mahito almost forgot, or because sukuna just had one of the most sadistic outbursts you have ever witnessed.

and sukuna, the king, the lord, the almighty—didn't he look annoyed. well, not annoyed, per se. angry, mad, overwhelmed, knowing, protective. very, very, very protective; glowing eyes that glared at mahito's patched up face, fingers that gripped at your shirt so tightly he could rip the fabric apart, an aura that was ready to spit any moment if mahito so much as reach a finger toward your direction.

you meant something to ryomen sukuna. mahito realized that, so the second time he entered the innate domain, he killed you.

right before his eyes, with a cunning and triumphant smile, your neck cracked and your skin broke, and mahito tore your head off just before he was once again beat out of the domain.

sukuna tried to heal you. he tried to seal your head back to your lifeless body, time and time again pushing your decapitated head against your haphazardly cut neck. but his reverse curse technique wasn't healing you. your skin refused to piece itself back together, you refused to come back to him. time passed and he was getting mad, he was going batshit crazy trying to force himself out of this body.

bastard! bastard! bastard! he was supposed to kill you! he was supposed to be the one to kill you! he would murder that patch-faced piece of shit! he would kill mahito! and he would destroy the whole world, light it on fire and kill all that wasn't worthy of his time! he would jump universes, light-years, the bloodstream of the galaxy to find you and bring you back to him. he would—

"sukuna-san, i'm sorry i took a while! i thought you were fighting–holy shit, is that me?"

the third time, sukuna admitted to himself.

"what kind of flowers do you like, sukuna-san?" you asked, voice drowsy and your legs dangling after you climbed on one of the bones of the rib-cage structure.

"why does it matter?" he asked from his throne, eyeing you carefully.

your were a clumsy idiot. you could fall anytime.

"it doesn't, but it's flowers," you mumbled with your chin leaning against the bone, eyes threatening to close. "sukuna... sukuna..."

"what?" he snapped.

"i like lilies, the red ones," you said with a silly grin. "will you visit me when i die? sukuna... will you bring... mmm... bring red lilies..."

he looked ahead. your death; your grave, decorated with red lilies, protected and preserved with his curses. your death—he gritted his teeth. he refused to think about it. it was a waste of time.

or maybe he simply hated the idea of your death.

sukuna has not gone soft. he was irredeemable; a killer, a curse, a tragedy to descend upon mankind. he was not good and he never would be, nor did he ever have the intention to be good.

still, from you, there was proof that he could be more. what was left of his being; his anger and his torture, what was left within the gaps of his hell, the rare softness that once was there, belonged to you now.

you were the vessel that pocketed all that he could potentially become if he wasn't born to be ryomen sukuna, a version of him that you have witnessed. within you, there was proof that he did not only exist to hurt people, but also to validate madness and pain, to acknowledge passion in its murderous wakefulness. within you, there was proof that within himself, there are pieces of what it means to be human and alive.

hearing your soft breath, sukuna looked up to find you asleep with your head against the bone. your arms barely supported your weight and you were threatening to fall off as you dozed with faint snores. he stared at you, his fingers twitching, then he finally waved his hand so he could bring you away from the ribcage and to where he sat.

he paid no mind to subtlety when he set you on his lap. his hand supported your back while he kept your head pressed against his shoulder. his other arm went around your body, preventing you from falling off the throne made only for him to sit on. when he was done adjusting to the new sitting position, he relaxed.

brushing the hair away from your face, he stared down at you with disinterest, but his heart pumped and pumped for you to be warm and well, his arms tightened for you to sleep soundly.

"i will bring you all the red lilies you want," he whispered, the back of his finger gliding past your soft cheek. you did not smell like fear when you fall asleep, you did not smell like fear now even when you looked at him. "i will allow myself that."

after all, ryomen sukuna was only fond of you. very, very fond of you.

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so i was just thinking abt luke again,, mainly because i was literally 5 rolls before getting a guaranteed ssr,, but his rate up duration has run out :// and now im basically drowning in misery for not getting him ;((

with agonizing sorrow comes the ringing bells of angst <333 so i thought…

what if luke had attended mc’s wedding,, not as the groom ofc,, but as the best man ;DD and you know, he’s patently suffering because of these practically ancient emotions he’s been desperately grasping at straws for his entire life.

and this is where reader comes in :”)) because luke asks reader to accompany him to the wedding - perhaps the reason behind it is what you believe, as some trivial root of comfort for the regretful man, while he watches the only person he’s ever loved walk past him with a warm smile and down that aisle to another man.

but you were wrong of course - it wasn’t as simple like it had seemed on the surface, in fact you had barely scraped it with those groundless assumptions yet somewhat plausible theories,, because the moment you both step out of that wedding church, he immediately turns to you with beaming irises and…asks you to be his girlfriend.

crazy, right? you’ve literally just accompanied the damn man to his long time crush’s wedding, and now he was asking you out. there was no room for doubt or hesitation in what you offered him as an answer - hell no - to which his jubilant expression falters and your eyes begin to water with tears,,

because how dare he say such a thing? what gives him the right to finally admit it now - now that mc has already gotten married, now that he realizes he has not even a sliver of a chance with her anymore, now that he just so happens to finally look over to his right and all he sees is you?

you have been second to that woman for eight damning years - in everything.

“and i will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her.” you say, unable to stop the stream of liquid tumbling down your flushed cheeks anymore.

you can’t, and you won’t do it.

not when you’ve spent all those fucking cruel years loving him.

aaaaaaa bye time to disintegrate, that was so,, ugh disgustingly written 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ and thank god that’s all for her damn rant today 🤢 hope i don’t ruin your day with this bullshit bestie <333

wait 5 rolls until pity??? i- im not sure what to say to comfort you ;-; i hope you got the guaranteed ssr tho, since lost gold pity doesn't carry over the next 4ssr event... (i can say i empathize with you though, i didn't get luke either :'D it's always the person in the same banner as him)

anD WHAT DO YOU MEAN DISGUSTINGLY WRITTEN?? I MUST THANK YOU FOR FEEDING ME DELICIOUS LUKE CONTENT. IN FACT, I'D LIKE TO ADD ON TO IT.

you being his rebound just to soothe his pain is one thing, but what if- what if he does have feelings for you? small and fleeting, but it exists. he can't say it's enough, but it blooms, growing stronger with each day that passes.

it starts with a simple thought — “i enjoy spending time with you.” not as much as he likes being with mc, but his eyes sparkle in joy when you walk through his antique shop's doors to pay a visit, his face breaking out into a bright smile unconsciously. though he used to anxiously wait for mc in the past, he forgot how he even missed her; he couldn't remember, not when you came to scold him for skipping lunch and brought him a homecooked meal yourself. “take care of your health more,” you tell him sternly while pinching his cheek, and he felt unusually giddy.

the next moment happens when you asked him out to go to a newly opened cafe together, eager to take a look at the store everyone's been raving about. he silently admires your contemplative expression when you examine the menu, seriously pondering if the expensive prices were worth your wallet. luke shakes his head, sliding a hefty amount of cash onto the counter; “i'll pay this time.” and, well, who were you to refuse?

you take a seat by the window, visibly happier, and luke can feel himself smile again... that's been happening a lot lately. it remains on his face for the entire time you chat, both of you thoroughly engrossed by your conversation, but you falter when your eyes sweep over somewhere behind him. naturally, curiosity gets the best of him, and he turns around to glance at what your caught your eye.

it's mc, hooking arms with her fiance while looking over the menu together.

at once, luke prepares to feel that same pang of hurt he always endures, the harsh blade of reality piercing through his chest, cutting whatever meaningless what-ifs he may have had. but it... it's faint. it isn't as prominent as before, where he wants to leave the premises immediately, just to get away from the sight. no, it's faint this time... a needle prick, causing him to flinch in surprise for a second, and no more than that. it surprises himself how unaffected he is, but it's pleasant — he can tell he's healing, bit by bit.

(in comparison, your face is paler than his, the fear of being left behind hitting you full force. it knocks the air out of your lungs, and you forget how to breathe.

you only come back to your senses when luke grips your hand, concern evident in his gaze.)

still, luke isn't sure. maybe it was his desperation tricking him into thinking he loved you. maybe anyone would do for him, anyone that can make him forget his pain. it didn't matter, so as long as he doesn't have to think about mc again.

he glances at the ring stored away in his room. the ring he used to polish to perfection, fiddling and fumbling in moments he reminisced of mc. the ring he once dreamed of giving to her, his promise of forever.

he hasn't touched it for months.

his heart tells him, “you don't need it anymore.”

he wants to make sure of it, so he waits. he waits until the day of her wedding, to confirm if it still hurts.

when luke sees her in the white dress, flowers weaved into her hair, he quietly thinks “pretty.” (but when he sees your dazzling smile, his breath is taken away and all he can think of is you, you, you.)

when she walks down the aisle, her lips formed into a shy smile, he smiles in kind. “you look happy.” (at the back of his mind, he wonders if you'd look like this too.)

when she exchanges vows with her husband, tearfully professing her feelings, he doesn't feel envious. he onced wished to be in the space beside her, but not anymore. “i'm glad you found someone you can love this deeply.” (and he too, knows he found that someone.)

and yet...

the world comes to a standstill when tears stream down your face. “i will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her.”

the blade pierces his heart, and it pains him more than ever.

#mail — !#tot — !#luke pearce #tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #luke x reader #luke pearce x reader #tot x reader

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Y’know, I always thought fandom was for having conversations about books and characters and plots. I thought it was for theories and laughs and engaging in interesting discussion about the potential of where a plot could go or a characters growth. I thought fandom was a place to make friends and learn from each other to enjoy a book/show/movie.

Now however it seems that fandom is only a place of right and wrong. We cannot have gray matter or diverging thoughts on matters of how something will play out. We are forced to take sides and whenever we do offer one point of view in favor of or disagreeing to an idea--we are always wrong and blacklisted and attacked for whatever our perspective may be.

And now we have to block tags and forgot engagement. Because to be in fandom we can only be right or wrong we cannot let discussion be that--discussion and open interpretation. I'd always thought that's what media or literature was for--interpretation and engagement. To learn from others what they had to say. To learn from how they viewed things.

And thankfully I do have those means of communication. I have made friends and learned from so many people in the fandoms I am a part of. But it is so hard to see divides in fandoms and spaces I enjoy. To feel like stating your interpretation only opens you up for hostility--why would anyone want to engage in a place where you are guaranteed to be attacked?

It is hard enough to to enjoy things, have fun, to make friends, to be happy. We all have our own struggles and to attack someone for how they view or interact with something? To be openly cruel when someone is merely expressing their thought or how much they relate to something? To tear down someone just so you can be "right"?

That is not the fandom I want to be a part of. That is not the place that I want to be. Block tags or block people. Or simply do not engage. That's fine! We don't have to agree on everything. Or maybe understand that fandom can help you learn about new things. Or just log off and go outside. Read a different book or watch a different show.

Why do we always have to chose to attack rather than listen?

I hope we can make a change. I know I am trying to be better.

#writtenisme #personal #thoughts #fandom

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 3 years

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HI HELLO I WOULD LIKE TO EXPRESS MY LOVE AND ADMIRATION FOR U AND BOW DOWN TO UR CREATIVE WRITING GENIUS AND GODLINESS IN AN EXTREMELY LONG ASK

i would also like to say, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGJJGSLJJSKDJJJFJKSDFJSJFJSODJFDFJ”

that was live footage of me reading wrong number asshole bECAUSE THAT SERIES WAS JUST SO ❗️❗️❗️DAMN ❗️❗️❗️GOOD❗️❗️

Everything. the nervous and overthinking reader. bakugo being a major douchebag tsundere. wingman kirishima. the GOD-TIER HUMOR. THE POP ROCKS!!!!!! EVERYTHING WAS ABSOLUTELY SPECTACULAR.

I’ll be honest, when i realized it was part smau i was like ehhhh i dont rly know BUT U BLEW MY EXPECTATIONS COMPLETELY OUT OF THE WATER. you ... YOU are such a RARE tumblr gem and i say that bc there are only a few select people who have the ✨quality✨ of writing that you do. And I’m a very picky reader, so that’s saying something. I really, REALLY loved the way u portray bakugo. Because he’s more than just an angry Pomeranian, he also has his own insecurities and things that he genuinely really cares about. And i think it just goes to show how good of a writer you are because i can tell you really did a deep character analysis of him and it was anything but superficial.

i read wrong number for the first time back in may and was secretly reading it during math class AND SO many hours of sleep were lost over this but it was 100% worth it 😁😁😁

at the end of pretty much every chapter was me just screaming into my pillow in the darkness of my room at like 2 am. i also just recently reread it and OH MY GOD i forgot how funny the first few parts are. Also !!! The way i fRICKIN RELATE TO Y/N JESUS CHRIST I FELT EVERYTHING IN MY SOUL

here are some of my favorite lines from the series:

“But I also think you tend to fixate on reasons to leave instead of looking for reasons to stay.”

Yeahhhhh, when i read this for the first time I literally said oof. out loud. because that’s literally me. This line just,,, hit me yk.

It was an insecurity of yours, always believing that you had to be the one in the wrong. That the only reason someone could ever be upset was because you made them that way.

YEAH REMEMBER HOW I SAID I RELATED TO Y/N. YEAH. IT”S THIS.

Instead of him, it was just you- alone and waiting and etched with a ugly tattoo you should’ve never expected to guarantee forever.

ok so i rly like this line partly because again, i relate, but also just the WORDS. UGHHH that last part “you should’ve never expected to guarantee forever’ STOP EYE-

It’s strange- the way your heart seems to be breaking entirely and rebuilding itself completely all at the same time. It’s a wave crashing against your ribs- pushing and pulling and tumbling and pushing and pulling and turning and twisting and- calming when you look at his face. When you look at the way his hair sits and the way his jaw slopes and the way his eyes meet yours. It’s death and completetion and rebirth and red, red wildfire.

It’s your old life scorching and curling and burning up. And it’s your new, better, warmer life rising from the ashes.

AAAAAAASKDFJSDKLFJDS THE IMAGERY THE RHYTHM OH MY GOODNESS THE TALENT

Something in his eyes seems so tiny and small and unsure at your words, and it breaks your heart. There aren’t enough words in the world for all you want to say in that moment, so you just take his head in your hands, kiss him with every bit of care and concern you hold for him.

When you pull back, he won’t look at you, his cheeks gone nearly as red as his vulnerable eyes. His shoulders shake, and he takes a deep breath, turning his head to place a tiny little kiss into the palm of your hand. He doesn’t say anything, but the tiny action communicates almost everything you need to know.

PLS BC I AM VERY TOUCHSTARVED SO JUST THE IDEA OF BAKUGO KISSING MY PALM AAAAHHHHHHHH

Bakugou fights it, going rigid and stiff and resitant at first. He hardly looks at you, just barely, but you catch his gaze and nod. It’s all it takes before he’s allowing himself to sink into you, his arms pulling you closer.

It’s hesitancy, than acceptance and than desperation, and suddenly he’s holding you so tightly, clutching at you like you’re gonna fade. Like you’ll slip through his calloused fingers. It makes you ache. Sends volts of throbbing pain through your chest that have you squeezing him tighter.

It makes you want to sob- the way he seemed so resistant to softness despite being so obviously starved for it. You wondered if anyone else had stuck around this long; if anyone else had noticed just how desperate he was for someone to finally hear him.

again. THE IMAGERY. JUST SEEING HIM SLOWLY MELT INTO A HUG AND THEN SQUEEZE YOU AS TIGHT AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE AAAAAAAAA SOMEONE GIVE THIS TOUCHSTARVED BOI A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD oh wait y/n already did that ahaha

The completion you’d felt from this kiss far surpassed the charged kisses from earlier. This was kissing him just because you could, because you wanted to, and you were sure this was heaven- at least, as close to heaven as any one human should ever be allowed to get.

It felt like flying, like hurtling above the earth and surging through the clouds. Like you were Icarus and you breached the atmosphere to soar against the surface of the sun. His hands fell to the base of your spine, pressing you firmly against him, and suddenly you knew. Knew it for sure, in your bones like it’d always been carved in there-you might’ve been Icarus, but he’d never let you fall. You would get to blister and scorch and burn for as long as you’d wanted but your wax would never melt. There was no fear when falling with him. Falling for him.

You pull away, but you don’t go too far. Don’t think you could separate even if you tried. Katsuki was an addiction, a powerful, potent thing and the only salve for that itch in your skin was being close to him. As close as you could possibly manage.

NOT THE ICARUS METAPHOR PLS ARE U TRYING TO MAKE ME FALL EVEN MORE IN LOVE WITH THIS SERIES EYE- ONCE AGAIN UR WRITING TALENT BLOWS ME AWAY

“Good.” He mumbles juvenilely, looking anywhere to avoid your eyes. “Die then. Fuckin’ burn, you witch.”

I remember the first time i read this i FRICKIN DIED OMG IT WAS SO FUNNY i was crying at like 3 am

Grabbing his chin, you pulled him in, guiding until his lips met yours. You felt him smile as you kissed him, and you realized you were wrong. That first real kiss might’ve been nice; but it wasn’t heaven- itwas only the gateway to paradise. But this? This was the real Elysium.

His body moved against yours, so close and warm and pliant. He was letting you set the pace, without resistance or force or argument for the very first time. There had been a lot of past kisses, you had hardly been able to keep yourself off of him, but none of them had never felt like this before. He’d never trusted you like this before. You got to be the one taking and taking and taking where’d you spent so long giving.

It was consummation. Finality. Your perfect ending.

*SCREAMS*

AGAIN WITH THE GREEK MYTHOLOGY THIS REALLY IS THE PERFECT FIC ON GOD

i’ll have u know that this is my Official Designated Comfort Fic (insert trademark symbol).

THANK YOU. YOU ARE A WRITING GOD. I BOW DOWN TO YOUR GREATNESS. Also sorry for this extremely long ask and the overwhelming use of caps lock

have u ever,, have u ever read something that brings literal tears to ur eyes. that brings so much serotonin that its almost criminal

bc this, this ask is everything for me. u rllY SAID THAT MY FIC IS UR DESIGNATED COMFORT FIC?? THATS MY FAVORITE THING ANYONE HAS EVER SAID TO ME

YOU HAVE FAVORITE LINES?? FROM SOMETHING I WROTE??? DO U- I literally cannot even begin to describe how much this means to me.

@ur-local-reality-shifter , i adore u my lovely

#this ask brought me back to life #ive literally been down with covid for the last 4 months #but i think this just cured me #revitalized #rebirthed #rejuvenated #incredible #tysm for this ask #i have never felt more pleasantly warm in my entire life

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