#cause you know you have to explain to your children why they’re not allowed to play with daddy’s toys😭😭😭

[kingkatsuki]

Bakugou, who gets the most inexplicable amount of rage whenever you call his All Might collectible action figures toys.

#I know I posted somewhere about Bakugou turning his all might figures around before you have sex #but what if he doesn’t and it’s YOU thats creeped out by them #like just 50 all might figures staring at you when you’re completely naked in Bakugou’s bed #and when you’re moving in together and helping each other pack you’re telling him he better get a room for em & not keep them in the bedroom #but also imagine his kids wanting to play with daddy’s toys and you’re laughing #cause you know you have to explain to your children why they’re not allowed to play with daddy’s toys😭😭😭

[under-the-dirt]

Hiii :3 I have another song one-shot idea, but with whatever character you want

I hope you have a good day :3

ok ilysm tytytyty i love getting ur song requests but the very first thing that came to mind the second i began this song was “FANAFAFAFAFFAFAFANFAB FNAF REFRENCE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️” bc i actually just have a squirrel brain. i’ve been wtaching the lore videos n playthroughs sm i’m so obsessed rn but i also thought of price bc i need more price daddy in my life. he’s so sexy. so, tytyty and a i wish you a very very ily <3

pairing: price x fem!reader

tags: sleeptalking, price is daddy, pet names :3, reader is a sleeptalker, ermrmrmrm a lil smut near the end.. fingering, overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex (guys pls don’t), ermm UNDER 13 DNIII!!! SHOO CHILDREN!! I WILL BLOCK U!!!

You’ve always struggled to sleep alone. Your therapist had told you it was a trauma response, makes sense. You’d gotten by with large teddy bears and music, but once you became a part of the TaskForce 141 you hadn’t been able to get either.

So, you’d barely been able to sleep. No one really noticed, except for Price. He could see the bags beneath your eyes, he watched you chug energy drinks when you thought people weren’t looking, and after you got hurt due to being unable to move quick enough from pure exhaustion he knew he just had to step in.

You were sitting in your bed, doing unnecessary paperwork, when there was a soft knock on your door and a soothing voice from the other side.

“Can I come in, love?” Price’s gravelly voice asks, and you of course let him in. He sits down on your desk chair while you resume your position on your bed. “I’ve noticed something ‘bout you, love.”

“What is it, sir?” You respond dutifully.

“Those bags under yer eyes.. An’ when you ‘s constantly drinkin’ them energy drinks.. They’re bad for you, you know that right?” He explains softly, looking at you with those gentle blue eyes.

“Yeah..”

“Can ye not sleep ‘r somethin’?” He asks, getting to the point.

“Not well, sir.” You reply, albeit ashamed, and he nods.

“Why not?”

“Since I was little I’ve been unable to sleep without someone or something next to me.” You explain, head down.

“Ah.”

“it wasn’t a problem until I got here, and I don’t have a bear. I doubt they’d even allow one.” You chuckle softly, and he hums.

“Could I help?” He questions gently, and from the look on his face it’s completely serious.

“Y-yeah I mean- If you want to..”

He nods, walking to the door and flicking the light off before climbing into your bed beside you.

“Alright, come on sweetheart.” He smiles, watching you lay down and fall asleep, both maintaining enough distance to remain comfortable. That was some of the best sleep you’d gotten since you arrived, and you hoped he’d continue.

He did, the next day, and the next, and every day after that unless he was on a long mission. At some point you’d moved to his room due to his bigger bed and for general convenience. You became more and more comfortable with him as the nights went on, and soon you were cuddled to his chest as you slept, mumbling whatever nonsense was in your mind. He never minded your cute habit, never thinking much of it, until one night you begin saying his name.. Innocently enough for a bit, until a few days later when you began saying his name in full sentences instead of quick mumblings.

“John.. mm.. want you so bad.. need you..” You whisper, and he chuckles. “Mm… love you..”

“What’s that, bunny?” He asks, running his hands along your waist as you continue mumbling.

“Love you, John..”

“Is that so?” He asks with a gentle chuckle, the rumble of which stirs you.

“Hmm? Did you say something?” You ask tiredly, rubbing your eyes and looking up at him.

“What’re ye mumblin’ about?”

“I wasn’t saying anything..”

“Oh really? You were just sayin’ that ye love me.. What’re ye dreamin’ about, bunny?” He purrs, voice getting slightly deeper and causing you to blush.

“Uhm.. nothing..”

“Thas’ all?” He coos, running his hands lower to your hips and teasing the waistband of your shorts.

You blush further. “I- well.. you were in it..”

“Oh was I?”

You nod.

“And what were we doing?”

“uhm..” You hide your face, not wanting to describe the things you did in your dream, when suddenly John’s hand slips beneath your shorts and taps your clit gently.

“Something like this..?” He purrs, rubbing your clit gently through your panties, and you let out a soft moan. He chuckles, sliding your panties to the side to feel the wetness between your folds. “Hmm.. so wet already..” He tsks, running his finger up and down through your folds and removing it, bringing it up to his mouth and licking your juices off. You stare at him, wide eyed, and he chuckles.

He reaches down again, looking at you for permission before slipping your shorts off and panties with it. He inserts two fingers into your cunt without hesitation, and you whimper at the sudden intrusion. He rubs your clit with his thumb as he begins gently pumping his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that spongy spot inside of you that has you moaning and arching your back. He quickly shuts you up by kissing you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth with feverish lust. Using his free hand, he tugs down his sweatpants and boxers, letting his hard cock spring free. You gasp at the feeling of it against your stomach, its pure size a shock, and reach down to stroke it gently. He groans into the kiss, and the sound makes you cum almost instantly without warning. He laughs and pulls his fingers put, running his cock through your folds and rubbing your overstimulated clit.

“God.. so perfect for me, aren’t ye?” He chuckles, slowly pressing the thick tip of his cock into your tight hole, groaning at the feeling of you fluttering around him. “Relax for me, lass.. God.. so tight” He grunts, pushing into you, listening to your moans and whimpers. After finally bottoming out, he stays still to let you adjust, before gently pulling back to thrust into you and slam into your g-spot.

“John.. ohmygod oh.. oh..” You moan and babble, his cock completely turning your brain off as he hits your g-spot over and over. “God- g-gonna- John..”

“You gonna cum? Go on, be a good girl and cum on my cock.” He commands, and you cum instantly, eyes rolling back into your head with a loud moan. He follows soon after, filling your tight pussy with his thick cum. “So good for me.. So good for me..” He praises, pulling put slowly and kissing you gently. He kisses your neck as you fall asleep, and to say that night was the best sleep you’ve ever gotten was an understatement.

that was pretty fun to write, sorry it took so long! i love getting song requests <33333 hope this is good!!!

#call of duty #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod smut #cod #call of duty x reader #captain john price #captain price #price x reader #price cod #price mw2 #captain johnathan price #john price #john price x reader #cod price #captain price x reader

[sobbingprincess]

Okay so, you know how TFP focused on Arcee’s trauma from losing two partners? Remember that one scene where Arcee got PTSD flashbacks upon seeing Airachnid’s acid or whatever you want to call it on a tree trunk? Well, I wish they could have done the same for Soundwave and his possibly deceased minicons. (I think it is safe to hypothesize that they are most likely deceased.) I wish we had seen flashbacks for Soundwave as to what happened to his other minicons while he was flying to save Laserbeak. It is mentioned (in Transformers: Exodus) that he had Laserbeak, Ravage, Rumble and Frenzy. It is possible that they all died in battle except for Laserbeak which would explain why Soundwave just took off without even finishing off Wheeljack because he didn’t want to risk any of those precious seconds costing Laserbeak’s life. Personally, I’d like to have seen maybe if he didn’t reach one in time or put another objective first and it cost their life causing it to be one of his biggest regrets? Anything, really. But no, we didn’t get to see that. Why? Maybe because in TFP, there is a false belief that Decepticons must be cruel, distant, backstabbing one another and ranging from little to no care for others for the viewers to understand that they’re the bad guys. That doesn’t make sense. I wish they went more in depth with Dreadwing’s grief about Skyquake’s death. That’s his literal twin?? Arcee is all traumatized from her partners’ death which is completely understandable, don’t get me wrong! However, losing your twin?? Who you shared a split spark with?? And I’m assuming you’ve probably known all your life?? Arcee sees Airachnid and she is filled with anger and the desire for vengeance but not Dreadwing with Bumblebee. Although, we see loyal Dreadwing defy Megatron’s order when he wanted to kill Starscream so I guess there’s that but still. They could have gone more in depth about how it feels to lose a twin as Dreadwing himself said that he felt when his twin’s spark was no more, talking to someone (or himself since TFP characters seem to do that a lot) about his memories with Skyquake or maybe some shrine for him like Arcee did with Cliffjumper with his horn. Yet TFP didn’t go in depth about that. When we do see some grief or some sort of care towards others, it’s so vague and brief. Yes, the Decepticons are ruthless towards the Autobots and organics and they most definitely did heinous things that we can’t deny but they can at least have some care for others within their own faction, just like the Autobots do. There should be some genuinely good bots within the Decepticon faction and some genuinely awful bots within the Autobot faction which we do see, I just wish we saw more. Breakdown and Dreadwing were the true Decepticons and the others had strayed so far from what was the original Decepticon Cause was about for their own pleasure of killing or from being so blindly loyal. Shockwave probably joined because Megatron would allow his unethical experiments if it gave them advantage, plus more resources. Airachnid probably joined because she finds pleasure in killing people. (Airachnid herself may be the only truly “evil” Decepticon) Knockout switched to the Autobots because they were the winning team so perhaps Knockout joined the Decepticons because they were winning? After all… the Decepticons always had the greater advantage since they had better engineers, better scientists and basically the whole seeker armada. Soundwave was the only one who cared while the rest of the council didn’t and now he’s blindly loyal. Dreadwing and Skyquake was probably a high caste bot since they were seekers but they probably also cared if they joined the Decepticons. Also, TFP was extremely bias towards the Autobot. Yes, I know they wanted children to look up to the Autobots but... Ratchet is biased and we see the history leading up to the war from his perceptive. Not as how they actually happened. Love them but the cons. The cons genuinely had a good reason and it sucks that strayed so far. Anyways, I’m just rambling now. Bye lol

#tfp soundwave #tfp laserbeak #tfp arcee #tfp cliffjumper #tfp airachnid #tfp #transformers prime #aligned continuity #transformers aligned #transformers #maccadam #soundwave #maccadams #decepticons #autobots #cybertronian #cybertron #tf laserbeak #tfp decepticons #tfp autobots #minicons #minicon #transformersprime #tfp megatron #tfp breakdown #tfp knockout #tfp dreadwing #tfp skyquake #tfp wheeljack #tfp optimus prime

[therealdisneyfan2319]

I Know So | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Pregnancy is a dream come true for a woman who’s lost her children twice...or is it?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, miscarriage, blood, hospitals, medical procedures

Word Count: 2.5K

Masterlist

Joy.  Pure unadulterated joy.  That’s the first thing you felt when you opened the small bag Wanda left on the kitchen table for you.  

“Really?” you asked as you cradled the tiny yellow booties in your hands.

“Mmhmm,” Wanda nodded, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.  She yelped as you picked her up and spun her around.

“You’re pregnant!” The feeling was indescribable.  After all the months of trying, all the hoping  and praying and negative tests, Wanda was getting her boys back.  Never again would she dream about traveling back into the multiverse to find them. They finally existed in your world.  

******

You were the one who found her hiding out in that cave in the mountains of Sokovia.  She convinced herself she was a burden to society, a being undeserving of love and affection.  It was the punishment she deserved for all the pain she caused.  No matter how many times she told you that, you refused to listen.  You loved Wanda with all your heart.  She deserved the world and so much more.  There’s nothing you wouldn’t do to make her happy.

She had told you all about them.  How they miraculously grew up in the blink of an eye in Westview.  How Billy was sweet and sensitive, his mother’s child through and through.  How Tommy was daring and adventurous, reminding her so much of her brother.  Losing them almost destroyed her.  You held her as she recounted her descent into the Darkhold.  The countless lives she tore apart as she scrambled to find her boys.  She never forgot the way they looked at her as they begged for their lives.  It broke her.  

When you first talked about children, Wanda was apprehensive.  Motherhood was something she craved desperately, but feelings of inadequacy and doubt plagued her.  Did she even deserve the chance to be a mother again?  She didn’t seem to think so.  What if something happened to them?  She’d lost them twice, she couldn’t lose them again.

“Wanda, you’re not going to lose them again.  Every other you has her boys, right?  It’s your turn to be happy.” She smiled as you thumbed away the tear rolling down her cheek.

“You think so?” she sniffled.

“I know so.”

******

“Okay, that one is definitely Tommy.  That’s his nose.”  Wanda mumbled as she shoved the other half of the jelly donut into her mouth.

“Wanda, they’re both half an inch long. They look like beans.  How on earth can you tell which one is which?”

“This isn’t my first time being pregnant with them, Y/N.  I know my boys.  Plus, look at the other one.  Billy always held his hands like that when he was napping.”

“That’s a strange sentence, but given the circumstance I’ll allow it,” you chuckled as you gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“Are you gonna eat that?”  Wanda didn’t even wait for your response as she snatched your donut out of the bag.

“Go ahead,” you sighed.  Wanda’s pregnancy cravings were keeping all the local bakeries in business and your wallet that much thinner.  It would be a long seven months before you could have a donut to yourself again.

“Mmm, so I think we should do a jungle theme for the nursery?”

“Jungle?  Why jungle?” “Sweetheart, it was 1970 the last time I had them.  Themed nurseries weren’t really a thing back then,” she explained, her mouth full of donut.

“I guess I could go along with that,” you shrugged.  “I was thinking blue because, y’know, they’re boys, but jungle works too.”

She shot you a knowing look.  “I can’t wait for you to meet them.  You’re going to be the perfect father.”

“You think so?” 

“I know so.”

******

The first trimester was horrible.  Morning sickness plagued Wanda all hours of the day.  She felt tired all the time.  You frequently found her passed out in odd places around the house, curled up with a pillow and blanket in the very spot where fatigue overtook her.  She complained about having to go up a bra size and feeling like she had to pee more.  Yet through the profound misery, you’d never seen her happier: she was glowing.  Each day crossed off on the calendar was another day closer to reuniting with her sons.

“What if I’m not good enough?” Wanda asked you one night as you snuggled in bed.  These sort of questions were a common recurrence: she was haunted by thoughts of inadequacy.  

“Of course you’ll be good enough, Wanda.  Don’t even think you won’t.”  You squeezed her close and planted a kiss on her head.

“But what if I mess up?”

“We’re gonna mess up.  All parents do.  But we’ll deal with it and we’ll grow and make sure that we do better the next time.”

Wanda seemed to shrink as she clung to you.  Clinginess had been another hallmark of her pregnancy.  She needed to be around you constantly, which you didn’t mind.  All Wanda wanted was to feel safe and protected.  You were her knight in shining armor, the one who vowed to keep her safe always.  Her stunning green eyes, full of fear and doubt, stared up at you as you wrapped your arm around hers.

“What if I hurt them?” she whispered.

“Wanda, you won’t.”

“But I could’ve, back-”

“No.  That wasn’t you, remember?  That was the Darkhold.  That was the Scarlet Witch.  That wasn’t you.  You’ll never hurt them.”  You gazed down at her with concern.  If only there was a way to take away all her doubts and insecurities.  Wanda was going to be a wonderful mother.  She was so kind, so caring, full of love, and fiercely protective.  Six months to go and she would already go to the ends of the multiverse and back for her sons.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

******

Fear.  Unspeakable fear.  That’s the first thing you felt when Wanda’s shrill scream woke you out of a deep sleep.  Strewn pillows and tangled blankets stalled your efforts to fly right out of bed.  As soon as you flipped the light on, your heart sank: blood.  Blood all over your crisp linen sheets.

Wanda was curled on the floor.  The pain dropped her to her knees.  She was screaming, strangled sobs wracking the room as she hugged herself tight.  

Phone.  Where was the phone?  Call someone, anyone.  Close the windows?  The neighbors might hear.  What if they hear?  What will they think?  Wanda.  Help Wanda.  Anyone, someone, please help.  There’s so much blood.  How do you clean blood?  Wanda.  The boys.  No.  Not the boys.  Not her boys.  Not your boys.

The next hour was a complete blur.  You frantically called 911 as Wanda sobbed on the bathroom floor.  You didn’t know what was going on.  All you could do was hold her hand and pray that everything would be okay as the paramedics raced into the bathroom.  

“She-she’s pregnant.  Twins.  We’re having twins.”  The words felt like they came from someone else's mouth.  

“How far along?”

“Three months.”  The paramedic looked at you pitifully.  She didn’t say anything.  She didn’t have to.  Her eyes told you everything you already knew.

“It’s okay, Wanda.  You’re going to be okay.  I’ll be right behind you.”  You kissed her hand as they loaded her into the ambulance.

“You think so?” she asked as she reached out to touch your cheek.

You gulped down the lump in your throat as you nodded.  “I know so.”

******

Neither of you really heard a word the doctor said.  It was all one sound.  Wanda’s eyes glazed over as she stared at the bright lights overhead.  All you could do was stare at the ring on her finger.  Her grip on your hand tightened as the doctor said the words the two of you had been dreading.

“Since her bleeding has been so heavy over the past few hours, I’m going to advise that we deal with this surgically.  Normally I’d suggest watching and waiting, but given the circumstances-”

“Okay,” Wanda whispered.

“Someone will be down to get you shortly, okay?”  The doctor turned to leave, but paused as he opened the door.  “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

You watched the door slam shut as the doctor left your small room.  ‘Sorry for your loss.’  The words lingered in the air, permeating the uncomfortable silence that fell over the room.  You sighed, rubbing your thumb over the palm of Wanda’s hand.  Much to your surprise, she pulled away.

“Wands-”

“Don’t touch me.” 

Your heart shattered as she turned away from you.  The pain she was feeling, both physical and emotional, was unfathomable.  So you pulled away, crossing your arms as you sank back into the soft-backed chair.  It was all you could do to not throw it across the room.  As close as you were to a breakdown, the most important thing was holding it together for Wanda.  You weren’t losing your sons for a third time.  No one else in the entire universe had ever felt the earth-shattering pain she was experiencing in that sterile room.

“Do you want me to come with you?” you asked hesitantly.

“No.”  Her response was terse as she sniffled.  You couldn’t see her face, but you could almost picture the tears streaming down her face.

You stood and watched as someone came to wheel Wanda away.  Something about how she would be awake for the entire procedure and that you could be there with her if you wanted.

“She doesn’t want me there,” you mumbled.

“Miscarriages are hard.  One minute you’re planning what the nursery should look like and looking at strollers, the next minute it feels like your entire world is ending.  I’ve been there,” the nurse sighed, tenderly placing a hand on your shoulder.  “She’ll be okay, I know she will.  Just give her some time.” 

Hospitals scared you. You didn’t want to stay in that claustrophobic room without her.  So you left.  You had to get out of there.  Every moment you spent there was another gut wrenching reminder of what you’d lost.  As you walked down the hallway toward the exit, the world clouded over.  It was if this was a lucid dream gone wrong.  There was nothing you could do to make any of it better.  

There was a bench off to the side of the building.  It was quietly nestled under a willow tree in the memorial garden surrounded by flora and fauna of all types.  The garden was quiet, peaceful, and private.  You noticed all the memorial signs and stones that littered the dirt path to the bench: ‘In Loving Memory.’  ‘Always in Our Hearts.’  ‘We Love You.’  ‘With Love, Mommy and Daddy.’  Mommy and Daddy.  The titles that would remain unspoken in your house tore the breath from your lungs.  So right there, in the privacy of the memories of those loved and lost with the thought of your sons in the forefront of your mind, you finally let yourself break down.     

******

Three days later and Wanda still hadn’t spoken.  She shuttered herself away in the unfinished nursery.  Her waking hours were spent in the rocking chair staring into nothing.  You decided to give her space, but as the meals you left for her remained uneaten your worries increased tenfold.  Try as you might to talk to her, she never answered.  She didn’t even look at you as you spoke.  If you inserted yourself into her sightline, she simply looked the other way.  Your heart had never been so heavy.

As you came down to the kitchen in the wee hours of the morning on that fourth day, you were surprised to see an opened box on the table.  It was addressed to Wanda, a gift from the Bartons.  

Congratulations!  We’re so excited to meet your boys!  Love, Clint and Laura.

Strewn on the table were the tags of two stuffies: a hippo and a whale.  You swallowed the lump in your throat as you felt Clint and Laura’s excitement radiating from the card.  How you dreaded having to tell everyone about the loss.  But where were the toys?

Quietly, you crept towards the nursery.  Illuminated by the soft orange glow of the Noah’s ark night light, Wanda sat in the rocking chair, clutching the hippo and the whale to her chest.  The scene silently devastated you.  You heard small sniffles and whimpers as she squeezed the stuffies as tightly as she could.  Sighing, you walked over to the rocking footrest and sat in front of her.  Wanda averted her eyes from you.  Even in the dim glow of the room you could see the tears glistening from the corners of her eyes.

“I guess we should tell everyone,” she sniffled.  “No sense in them wasting their money anymore.”

“Wanda…”  Upon hearing her name, she instantly stood and walked over toward the window, stuffies still held close.  

“We should get rid of all of this, too.  No sense in keeping it around if…if there aren’t going…t-to be any…”  She couldn’t finish her sentence.  The emotions flooded her and suddenly there was no keeping them in anymore.  Her forehead rested against the window as she let out an anguished cry that only inhabits those who have lost their children.  It was absolutely bone-chilling, devastating you to the very depths of your core.  

You walked up behind her, gingerly wrapping your arms around her midsection as you attempted to hug her close.

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed.

“Wanda, please let-”

“You said I’d be good enough!  You said I wouldn’t hurt them!  YOU SAID I WOULDN’T LOSE THEM AGAIN!  WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME?!”  Balled fists pounded on your chest as she took out all of her frustrations on your body.  You simply stood there, taking every hit as it came.  “WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?”

“I didn’t know this would happen,” you whispered as her green eyes, full of frustration and sorrow, bore into your soul.  

“MY BOYS ARE GONE, Y/N.  THEY’RE DEAD!  DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE?”  She looked at the stuffies in her hands before throwing them to the ground.  “I just wanted to be a mom,” she whispered as they bounced off the carpet.

“And I just wanted to be a dad,” you choked out in a strangled whisper.  As Wanda suddenly looked up at you, a horrified expression on her face, you completely broke down.  “I wanted them, too.  I wanted them, too.”  

Your chest heaved as sobs wracked your body.  Burying your face in your hands, you felt a tiny pair of arms wrap themselves around your middle.  Wanda buried her head in the crook of your neck.  Her body shook as she cried into you.  You removed your hands from your face and wrapped them around her.  So there in that nursery, surrounded by reminders of what would never be, the two of you finally acknowledged the reality of such a terrible loss.   

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[anamericangirl]

I’m not sure if you know or care who Th3Birdman is, but he’s a former Christian movie YTer, just saying to preface this. I stumbled across this statement he said about God and human suffering in his Suicide Squad video, I’ll need to put it in quotes to get the entire context, so excuse the formatting:

Movie: “If God existed, wouldn’t this be proof that he wasn’t good at all?”

CS: “Well no actually, God’s goodness, at least biblically speaking from a New Testament perspective, is not something that prevents all human suffering but rather something that offers grace and redemption to all those who have suffered.”

Th3Birdman: “But that skirts the fact that this hypothetical god created everything, including the concept of suffering, and that he knew the people he created would suffer, thereby making him the direct cause of suffering. That’s the problem with primitive fairy tales — they fail at logic and can’t keep up with societal morality. Imagine believing an all-powerful deity needs to send an avatar of himself to Earth with the intention of dying to forgive sins instead of… just forgiving the sins… that he knew was going to happen anyway…”

In another video, he’s also agrees with CS saying that parents force religion onto their children when they’re young since they can’t object, and that Christianity’s ���real name” is Christian Mythology. I wanted to know your thoughts on these perspectives since I think it sounds a bit off and you know more about Christianity than I do.

I'm not familiar with him but he sounds like someone who is very hostile against Christianity and God and also doesn't understand the nature of God.

His premise is that suffering is bad and since God is the creator and allows suffering and "created the concept" of suffering then that means God can't be good. But first he has to explain why suffering is bad. Sure, we don't like to suffer but why is the reality of suffering evidence of God not being good?

It sounds like he's saying if God were really good, then he, Birdman, would just be able to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, he could reject God and disobey him and if God were really good, He would just allow it and Birdman would never have to experience any consequences for anything and never worry about repentance because if God were good he would just forgive him and never let anything bad happen to him while Birdman just does whatever he wants.

For God to be "good" according to his misguided opinion, God would have to eliminate choice out of the equation. And God giving us choice and freedom was a good thing. God didn't create suffering, we created it. And if God took away the concept of suffering then that would demand he take our choice away with it.

We can't have the choice to follow God if the choice to not follow him is not also there. And whether Birdman likes it or not, the evil and suffering in the world is what life is like when we don't follow God. God is not a do-gooder, he is goodness itself and if you choose not to follow goodness then you are left without goodness. We are living in a world that we brought evil and suffering into by choosing to reject the goodness of God. And you can be like Birdman and think well if God was really good he wouldn't have made it so not following him is bad. As C.S. Lewis wrote "God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there." But that's what Birdman wants. He wants peace and happiness apart from God, where it cannot exist.

He is criticizing God for allowing evil and suffering but he's also criticizing him for stopping it because he's not stopping it how the pseudo-intellectual Birdman is thinks it should be stopped. Whatever Birdman thinks God "could have done" is irrelevant to what reality is.

The reality is sin is real. The reality is consequences are real. The reality is sin is separation from God and it has a price and Birdman better be glad God sent the "avatar" of himself to die and take the punishment that Birdman deserves.

And the thing is God did create a sinless world. We were created in a perfect state with no evil and no suffering and then we broke it. We created it. Blaming God because it’s possible to break perfection is like blaming a chef if you drop a cake they made on the floor and saying, “well, if they were a good chef, they would have made their cake in such a way where throwing it on the floor wouldn’t have destroyed it. And I’m not going to clean up my mess but if they clean it themselves it just proves they aren’t a good chef because they could have made a cake that wouldn’t make a mess.”

Also, he calls it a fairy tale because it doesn't "keep up" with societal morals. And, uh, that's the point. Christianity is not supposed to keep up with societal morals. We keep up with God's morals. Society should be keeping up with God, not the other way around. Societal morals are crap and ever changing and he's a fool if he considers them something God should be "keeping up with."

Does Birdman think he is a good person? If he is a good person and knows how to correctly do forgiveness, which means no one needs to be punished we can "just forgive," is that what he practices and is that how he wants our justice system to work? Should we not prosecute rapists and murderers and just "forgive them" because that's what goodness is like? Is it bad for people to experience consequences for their choices or not? And unless Birdman is without sin he cannot claim to be an authority or even a credible source as to what goodness really is.

Another C.S. Lewis quote because I think it's relevant to Birdman's claims.

“My argument against God was that the universe seemed so cruel and unjust. But how had I got this idea of just and unjust? A man does not call a line crooked unless he has some idea of a straight line. What was I comparing this universe with when I called it unjust? If the whole show was bad and senseless from A to Z, so to speak, why did I, who was supposed to be part of the show, find myself in such a violent reaction against it?... Of course I could have given up my idea of justice by saying it was nothing but a private idea of my own. But if i did that, then my argument against God collapsed too--for the argument depended on saying the world was really unjust, not simply that it did not happen to please my fancies. Thus, in the very act of trying to prove that God did not exist - in other words, that the whole of reality was senseless - I found I was forced to assume that one part of reality - namely my idea of justice - was full of sense. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never have known it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.” 

I hope that answered you and made sense. Sorry it's a little all over the place. Sometimes it really irritates me when atheists try to pass themselves off as intellectuals just by the very nature of being atheist when their arguments against Christianity boil down to "if God were good then evil wouldn't exist" which just shows they don't even have a basic understanding of the religion they're trying to criticize. They like to throw out phrases like christianity is a "fairy tale" and then pretend they are wells of logic and intelligence when that's one of the dumbest statements you can make. You don't have to believe the Bible or Christianity but if you think it's a fairy-tale that's an objectively ignorant and shows you really have no idea what you're talking about.

And he can pretend religion is "forced" onto children when they're young by their parents but I could say the same about atheism. Parents are going to raise their children in accordance with the values and beliefs they subscribe to. Religion is no more forced onto children by religious parents then atheism is forced onto children by atheist parents.

#anon #answered

[stromuprisahat]

Alina and the Darkling’s interactions, pt. 14

(But also a bit of Malina drama and the Darkling’s qualities of a decent leader.)

Siege and Storm- Chapter 3

Twice a traitor, twice deserter, murderer of her fellow soldiers, staying in a comfy private cabin, fed, allowed to see her beloved fellow deserter... What a life!

I feel like there’s a step missing. Alina doesn’t know about the Sea Whip and its properties, yet she “figured out” the Darkling wants the amplifier for her. Based only on the assumption he’s insane and what’s more nuts than two amplifiers?! Good thing she’s the MC, so it works...

Remember, children: Even a person prone to jumping to conclusions can occasionally land on the correct one!

It’s madness, I told myself. He wouldn’t dare attempt it. The thought brought me little comfort. He always dared.

One of the Darkling’s best qualities. If there’s a way, he’ll try it.

Stupid? Yes. Gullible? I’m sure the Darkling would wish so.

“Someone less stubborn? Less selfish? Less hungry for the life of a mouse? Believe me,” he said, “I wish I could.”

The Darkling’s often accused of wanting Alina weak and malleable, but the text shows quite the opposite! He wants confident Queen, only more open-minded and compassionate. He wants her proud and powerful, but helpful to Ravka and Grisha alike.

A Grisha can have only one ampifier. You told me that yourself.

No, he did not:

“If we have any hope of destroying the Fold, we need the stag’s power.”

“But maybe if I had one to practice with—”

“You know it doesn’t work that way.”

“I do?”

He frowned. “Haven’t you been reading your theory?”

The Darkling lets Alina draw a conclusion, but he doesn’t say she cannot get an amplifer, because she couldn’t have the Stag otherwise. I can see three possible reasons, all probably true.

a.) There’s no need for her to know about the rest yet.

b.) Alina’s main problem is lack of training, no skill. Amplifier for practice would only increase that power she cannot control.

c.) Why waste perfectly good amplifier on someone, who’s getting another?

I don’t understand why is the Darkling explaining anything to Alina. She’s obviously not willing to cooperate, yet he’s still schooling her. Somehow not giving up on her...

I thought of the books I’d read on Grisha theory.

So, like three?

Alina sounds like a spoiled brat. I want, I want, I want! This is the main character in a world full of wars and suffering. Her tantrum reminds me of a certain evil step sister from a certain Russian fairy tale...

When we’re there, the irony of the antagonist being the one to set aside his desires to achieve what’s more beneficial for others is also something else...

Back to insulting the antagonist right in his face... because it’s the most mature reaction to disagreement and the safest way to persuade him not to kill your beloved LI.

You can’t control the Fold. It has to be destroyed.

... I know, because I’ve studied merzost for centuries like half an hour, when YOU were using it in front of me! Strategy for even longer, because that’s in every map maker’s poor, poor orphan’s curriculum!

I love when the Darkling’s rational about Alina’s usefulness.

Alina once again assumes her precious Malyen’s gonna get hurt, even though the Darkling just told her how much he’d love to do it, but can’t... They’re both treated far better than they should’ve been, yet Alina’s first thought is death and torture. Just like back in the day, when the Darkling dare to ask about her day...

Like a fool.

Alina’s self-criticism's well deserved, but for different reasons than she wants us to believe. She’s not some defenceless victim surrounded by enemies, she’s merely close to facing consequences of her own reckless actions.

fool1/fuːl/

noun: fool; plural noun: fools

1. a person who acts unwisely or imprudently; a silly person.

And there’s nothing silly about her, or about anything she caused so far.

Aleksander’s done with her hysteria, but (un)fortunately possesses inhuman amount of self-control.

17 y/o voice: It’s a fairy tale. A children’s story. It doesn’t actually exist. I would know. I got out of our tiny village like a year ago...

“Like the stag?”

“... or my sister? Oh, my mother didn’t mention her, when unearthing family dirt? She IS a mermaid, btw...”

I just have to add this thread...

Let’s make infinitesimal a new effervescent!

Mal glanced at me. I gave an infinitesimal shake of my head.

Totally unexpected, and surely unnoticed by any Corporalki... but a moment later, the Darkling threatens to torture Alina and make Ivan heal her. Does it mean they don’t have any Healers with them? They would be less likely to survive and escape to join their general, if we use the “selfless doctor” stereotype to explain. Less used to combat, probably protecting their patients... Non-warriors are always easiest to kill.

Another proof the Darkling doesn’t enjoy cruelty or torture. He certainly knows when to use it, or threaten to do so, but never with other way at hand. Also, as a decent leader, he won’t have his people do something he’s not willing to do himself.

How doesn’t anyone find this suspicious? I’d thought Sturmhond has a reputation to uphold. ... and not one of the knight in shining armour!

I also need to link this amazing AU, where Sturmhond has the balls to act like a ruthless pirate.

The Darkling casually dismisses Sturmhond’s objection, to focus on matter at hand- namely persuading melodramatic couple to cooperate, since neither of them's willing to see the other harmed in any way. There’s no need to cease his actions, because unlike Sturmhond he’s aware they will never get to the torture.

He doesn’t waste time or breath on Sturmhond or his crew. They can be dealt with later, when Malina’s not present. The Darkling doesn’t show or tolerate disunity on the ship in front of the prisoners.

He uses theatrics to stall and unsettle Malyen. I have a suspicion that even the fact he’s touching Alina’s enough to bother the tracker.

They’re so easy! There’s not even a scratch yet, and Malyen breaks! It’s probably supposed to show how much does Alina matter to him, but heroes should struggle, not cave in as soon as someone pulls out a knife! This way they look incredibly weak and I don’t understand, why should reader root for them.

I know this is supposed to be Mal putting Alina’s well-being first, but he reads like a spineless coward.

The Darkling’s pretty generous for an insane megalomaniac, isn’t he? A week was Sturmhond’s first suggestion. Is it partly to appease him?

This is just PATHETIC.

I feel like I’m reading Rosamunde Pilcher, not ‘chosen one’ kind of fantasy. I guess I understand noble silent suffering more than constant screaming of each other’s names.

They DO love their drama....

All previous parts.

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[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Series

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We were once treated and known as the future of our world. The ones that are expected to live and replace the old generation. But what happens if some of us, the children of the new generation, become different?

Will the world will still look at us the same way? Or will we become a threat?

Kids with the extraordinary abilities are put inside these labs to be observed and in order for them to control them to make sure they would be no harm to humanity.

PARADOX Organization, is a group of doctors and scientists that teamed up for this operation. The experts and best of the best that are most capable to handle these type of situations are all gathered for these study.

The more they study, the more they discovered and learned about these kids. Some of us are even gifted with such powers that human won't even able to explain.

But then the world started to see these kids as a threat. They feared us and our abilities.

“He’s too powerful. Soon we wouldn’t be able to control him. He will be a problem.”

“Then what do you suggest we do to them, Doctor?”

“Dispose them.”

To the time where colors ain’t just colors but ways to distinguish the level of how dangerous we are, it started to become complicated.

“He’s an orange. He’s very dangerous. Be cautious of him at all cause.”

“He’s just a child.” one doctor agrued with him. Honestly, he felt bad. These children suffered so much because of these experiments and now, they’re planning to kill them.

“You don’t know what he can do to you in a blink of an eye.” he was unable to talk.

The doctor was right. They may seem like normal children but no. They have unexplained abilities no normal human possess.

But that doesn’t also mean they should be the one who would decide whether they should live or not.

“Doctor?” Jungwon was confused as his attendant doctor woke him up one night. His whole room was dark and it’s almost impossible for him to see his doctor.

“Jungwon, you have to go. You don’t deserve to be caged here.” he whispered that made him furrow his brows right away.

“B-But Dr. Shin said I’m dangerous and that I’m not allowed to be out of this lab. He said I’m unwell.” he argued but his doctor seems to ignore whatever he is saying.

He started packing some of his things inside this bag before he held over his arm. When they met eyes, Jungwon quickly looked away, afraid that he will use his power over him.

“You’re safer outside than here, Jungwon. They’re planning to kill you.”

Jungwon couldn’t explain what he felt. His chest tightened as his mind went blank. He’s doing everything they are telling him because he said they can fix him.

“W-Why? They said they’re trying to fix me.” they both halted when they arrived at the end of the dark hallway.

The whole lab was silent. Like as if everyone is not present and gone somewhere. It was odd for Jungwon because he’s never been out of his room past his bedtime.

“There’s no fixing you, Jungwon.” He said in a low and apologetic tone.

He sighed and faced him before he grabbed his shoulders lightly. He leaned down to look at Jungwon’s face but again, the boy refused to make eye contact and looked away.

“They kept you here to check if they can use you in the future. But they realized your powers are too much for them to control.”

Jungwon lowered his head as he clenched his fist. Emotions slowly getting into him.

“I’m sorry, Jungwon. This is all I can do for you. Run away and hide.” he said and grabbed his fist and forcedly put something in it.

“There’s a hidden organization my wife had built. They can help you. If ever you’re in danger and that you need help, press this button.” he said and showed Jungwon a necklace with a pendant. Inside of it was a red button.

He was lost, confused and scared. He was just fifteen that time. Suddenly, the memory of his friends flashed back through his mind.

“W-Where are my friends?” he asked.

“They’re at the other labs. Don’t even think about getting them! Just save yourself.” he said and soon he pushed him over this hole. He said it leads towards outside of the lab.

“The whole organization is after us! Our faces are up front to all the people, it’s impossible to go somewhere without them knowing.” Jake said, a little frustrated.

“We know that already, Jake. But thanks for bringing it up for nothing.” Sunghoon muttered in a sarcastic tone that made Jake turned his head over at him.

“Are you being sarcastic to me now, huh?” he asked, his tone challenging. He walked towards Sunghoon as his eyes flickered the color blue.

“And if I am?”

Sunghoon smirked and tilted his head as a familiar tattoo appears at the lower art of his neck as his eyes slowly changed into the shade of gold. The two are ready to have a brawl when Heeseung stepped in between, creating a tall block of ice enough to keep them both away from each other.

“Would you two stop it? We already have a lot of problem. Injuring each other while the organization’s goons are after us won't be any good.” he said as the color grey slowly fades from his eyes. It made the two stop and turned against each other.

Jungwon watch all of them silently and sighed, “Heeseung is right. We have to conserve our energy. We need to be ready for anything that may happen.”

“Did you see what they did a while ago? They are really planning to kill us all right now. There’s no ‘bring them alive’ anymore.”

“What’s your plan?” Jay asked Jungwon.

They’ve been together ever since they escaped the labs they were in and so far, they noticed how well Jungwon had lead them up until this time. They’ve been through a lot and they've learned a lot. Their bonds are different now, it’s way stronger.

“We fight.”

All of them looked at Jungwon to check if he’s serious about what he just said.

“Jungwon, some of them are civilians.” you said in a low tone, worried that normal people that are working under the organizations may get hurt.

He turned his head over to you and smiled a little before he roamed his eyes at each and everyone of his friends--- No. His family.

“To die or to kill, we’ll fight together.” and his eyes reflects the color of orange, indicating the most dangerous color of them all.

Coming soon...

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[rockybloo]

english isn’t my first language so i apologize for any weird phrasing — so i remember reading an answer from you a while ago that explains that bitterbat chose to be a villain with one if the reasons being that the hero system has too many rules, which is fair, and that he’s also trying to clean up his fathers mess — the vents i think they’re called — which is another reason he’s a villain. (ps i love all your stories, you have a lot of interesting premises and characters!)

anyway i’ve just seen the recent ask about sweethearts guilt with treating him like a villain, and we all know bitterbat can read emotions. so my question is: why does bitterbat continue to want to be a villain if he knows it makes sweetheart feel bad?

Thank you!

As for Bitterbat's reasoning on continuing to be a villain, the pros outweigh the cons

He already had a reputation before he left as a villain as he and Sweetheart had pretty of battles when they were children in the public eye. So it's easier to return under the guise of revenge instead of trying to "turn over a new leaf" and face a bunch of doubt and nonbelievers.

There are too many rules for being a hero and Bitterbat is already sick of all the rules there are for being a human. Those already give him a head ache especially the ones that are against just challenging anyone to a battle to the death because of a minor inconvenience they caused. And don't get him started on the rules to a healthy "human" relationship.

Bitterbat doesn't give a shit about Decking City or Earth. He doesn't care about any human conflicts save for the ones that directly effect his Sweetie Pie. Due to his damn near uncaring but still slightly neutral perspective on Earthly life, both he and Sweetheart agreed he'd have a smoother time being a villain than becoming potentially one of the most criticized heroes in history.

One of the rules for heroes is how heroes have to be prepared to go on duty to fight certain villains. So even if Bitterbat was a hero, he would wind up having to spend even less time around Sweetheart who he would have to be sharing with the attention of some villain. And he simply ain't having that. So he decided he'll be the villain that hogs all her attention so he can have all the Sweetheart time he wants while also still working towards fixing his father's mess.

The lack of rules (with there basically be none) for villains allows Bitterbat to do whatever he wants and go where ever he pleases without having to be tracked by any hero league or squad or group.

Bitterbat doesn't have ANY documentation for Earth. His fingerprint doesn't identify him because there are no human records of his existence-not even in this galaxy. He has no socials or a birth certificate. He is a completely blank slate. And being a blank slate means he can operate much more easily under the nose of the law because there ain't much to track back to him.

Being a villain was Bitterbat's idea and he doesn't mind it much save for the times he can't be with Sweetheart. He acknowledges that Sweetheart feels guilt from time to time about it but they both work through it with him comforting her and telling her how no matter how tough things get-he knows she loves him regardless of what lengths they have to go for their act. On the days her guilt gets too much, they take the day off and just spend some alone time together until she feels better.

Ultimate perk of Bitterbat being a villain is that he is part of the Band of Bastards which is the villain league in Decking City. And that allows him to get all sorts of confidential villainy secrets he can use to his and Sweetheart's advantage. He may be a villain in public but he does some slightly heroic things like acting like a spy. Of course, there's some things he goes along with because causing a little bit of mayhem is fun but he never partakes in any plans that could lead to human casualties.

#ask #ask: bitterbat #ask: glitter and guilt

[shiny-jr]

Legit had to take a long sigh before I decided how to reply to this ask I got that follows the topic of the last asks. I decided to copy paste here because it’s a long one, and I wanted to put the warnings first. So, WARNING, talk of non-con, dub-con, etc. Minors, please stay away from this particular conversation. We’ll be back to our regular stuff shortly, hopefully. 

anon in the inbox: i don't think non-con or dub-con is an issue, like pretty sure that's a part of BDSM roleplay (correct me if im wrong but that's what ive seen explained before) so it's not that concerning to me; people just have some kinks. i personally don't like it either (because i find it very uncomfortable and just not to my taste) but to flat out say that writers who do write this kind of stuff need therapy or are concerning is just kind of rude? i don't mean to offend but people are allowed to enjoy certain things, it's all based on preference after all. but like that one other anon said and you commented on tagging work, that is pretty annoying. there should always be a warning about that type of stuff cause it can be triggering. there is (to me at least) a very clear line between fantasy and reality and I'm sure a lot of writers can distinguish the fact that yandere content is just not okay for irl even if they write stuff that may "romanticise" it (you shouldn't be reading that type of content anyway if you're not feeling okay so it's kinda on the reader too if the work is properly tagged) like i enjoy reading soft yandere stuff with a darling who accepts the red flags but i know that in real life this would be very disturbing and just flat out manipulation and i'd never want to find myself in this position. i think you might have over exaggerated this aspect a bit but i do respect your opinion and you are entitled to it but im just leaving my thoughts for others. 

Me, personally, I think non-con and dub-con is an issue. Because that stuff derives from no consent or not clear consent and it’s not just in bdsm role-play, it’s also in fanfics. And I do think it’s concerning that people do genuinely enjoy reading/writing those topics. Can I stop them? No. Is what I say gonna stop them? Most likely no. All I can do is keep that stuff off my page and avoid it. 

As for the whole fantasy and reality stuff with the yandere thing, I know it’s fantasy, I know most people know it’s fantasy too, but there are still very young impressionable children that get their hands on electronics and end up on sites they should not be on at their age. I mentioned something similar before. I know minors follow me, I know they read my stuff, I know they’re on this site, minors that should be focusing on other stuff instead of reading questionable things on the internet. This is the reason why I’m so adamantly against the romanticization of yanderes and why I refuse to write it. Because there are readers young enough that can’t quite yet distinguish the line between fantasy and reality. They see this stuff about yanderes and may come to think, “oh, I want a yandere! this violent and (sometimes maybe) abusive stuff is okay! Their manipulation and unhealthy obsession is okay too if they say they love me!” 

Finally, you said you enjoy reading about soft yanderes with an mc that accepts the red flags. If that’s the case, I’m not sure why you’re here if you read my stuff. Yes, I write “soft” yanderes, but I don’t write anything accepting a Yandere’s red flags. As spoken about here. If you disagree with the things I said, oh well, I said earlier that I wasn’t likely to change your mind. Just don’t ever ask me to write anything like non-con or romanticizing yanderes. This is the last post I’m gonna talk about this topic, because really, I just wanted to spend my evening writing and relaxing. Yet here we are. I probably missed some stuff, but this talk made me tired. If another message about this comes up in the inbox, it’s getting deleted. 

#shiny rants #probably important

[moldycrustyvoldy]

Lesson 2: Writers = Humans; you Pieces of shit

There better be reblogs with fucking memes of crying children or I’m gonna be pissed. Anyway toodaloo :))))))))))

Today’s Lesson: What is a Fanfiction Writer/Creator? I Think They Might Be a Human with Feelings Too?!?!?!?

Hold up. Wait. Hold the phone. The master behind the words on your screen are people too? Somebody call fucking Einstein cause this shit is a revelation. Like the words how make me giggle with teeth-sickening cotton candy fluff, and the words that make me fucking sob until I’m nauseous and can’t breathe let alone make it through my day are written by people? HOLD. THE. PHONE. 😧

I know you guys are absolutely losing your marbles. But I’ve got something that’s gonna rip this fandom (jegulus fandom in particular im staring at you) apart. Guess. Just guess. 

Do people have feelings too?!?!? WAIT. So they write and have lives? They’re not just waiting all day 24/7 for me to demand a new AU or prompt for them to write or create? WRITERS HAVE JOBS? FAMILIES? KIDS? They cry and smile too? They go through trauma and happiness and all the emotions???? They need breaks??? SDIHFSIEUFBOEFHCNOWEHVOWEVBNWEVOV THIS IS FUCKING BREAKING NEWS RIGHT?!?!🤯

Okay for those of you who cannot breathe right now, it’s okay, I know this information is a lot. You’re stupidity will pass I promise. Let me rub your back with your consent (consent what's that???) as we take deep breaths together. 

Alrighty assholes, stop fucking breathing im tired of rubbing your fucking back. As soon as this fandom got bigger (jegulus fandom), people started acting like it was commissioned writing. “You tell me and I’ll write word for word.” 

I think we’re having some trouble comprehending this. Let’s break it down with an example shall we? 

Fay (she/her) had just joined the marauders fandom after being kicked out of the Star Wars fandom for god knows what. She’s a perfect little angel, isn’t she? So Fay decided to explore the marauders corner of ao3. Suddenly, she doesn’t find the specific “Star Wars au, wolfstar, hurt no comfort, no guns or physical/emotional pain allowed” fic. What a tragedy!! So Fay decided, “you know what? let’s harass ASK my favorite wolfstar author until they write my fic!!”

If you’re like Fay, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

I WILL EXPLAIN THIS ONCE AND ONCE ALONE.

Authors are not puppets. Authors are not puppets. Authors are not puppets. Authors are not puppets. 

I HAD TO SAY IT 4 FUCKING TIMES BECAUSE CLEARLY IT GOES IN ONE EAR AND WRIGGLES ITS SLIMLY LITTLE ASS OUT THE OTHER EAR

If you haven’t noticed or it hasn’t gone through your pea-sized brain yet, this is a hobby for writers. HOBBY. 

(Noun) “an activity done regularly in one's leisure time for pleasure.”

and if you’re really stupid here’s an example, "her hobbies are reading and gardening.”

OMG look, you learned a new word!!! Congrats!! auggie is so proud of you. 🥳🥰😝🥰🤪😘🤪

 But can we handle one more word? Let’s try.

“A fanfiction is a story created by someone who earns no money* and still share it with the community.”

Why don’t we try summarizing what we learned today?

NO MONEY = FREE

HOBBY = SOMETHING YOU DO FOR FUN

AUTHORS = PEOPLE WITH FEELINGS = NOT PUPPETS

If this lesson was hard for you to understand, honey you are the problem. I’ll be back to run your asses through the fire again later!

Notes:

Technically there’s a fine line when it comes to “kicking out of a fandom”. It’s a very broad term. I know some people will come at me with your little questions and what not. In a fandom you cannot necessarily be “kicked out”. Yes you may be blocked but other members cannot just take away your internet access or interest and stop you from enjoying it? I mean it more as a general statement, as a whole. If you’re getting “kicked out” for valid reasons you fucked up bro, not the fandom.

AND I know absolutely nothing about the Star Wars fandom, so don’t ask me random questions I don’t have opinionated or hc answers to.

**I’m not getting into the money shit with you guys because that’s a fucking hole I would never want to die in so as a general statement for our purposes, most of the fanfiction authors earn no money for their creative talents*

#where are my screaming and crying baby gifs??? #i need them now #anyway #stop being a bitch you little undesirable piece of shit #like it's literally a fandom #A FANDOM #what the fuck is wrong with people #like you're probably on the internet for fun right now just scrolling along your fucking page #does it really bring you any measurable amount of fucking joy to hurt other people #especially when they're scrolling or writing or creating for fun just like you? #you don't like it #leave #auggie's daycare #toxic fandom #jegulus #marauders #writing #marauders fanfiction

[healthyrelationshipsupport]

DV 101: What IS domestic violence?

The legal definitions of domestic violence (DV) will vary between regions, and they often fall short of the reality anyway.

So...what is it, then?

Domestic violence is an escalating pattern of coercive behavior in which one person gains and maintains control over another in an intimate relationship.

Let’s break that down.

“Escalating” – Relationships rarely start out abusive; many people aren't taught to recognize red flags, and red flags aren't necessarily consistent, either. More often, relationships which become abusive are described as being intense or moving quickly. They start with 'small' violations of personal boundaries that are easily apologized for, explained away, or ignored. As those small violations become normalized in the relationship, they eventually increase in frequency, severity, or both. There is no requirement about how quickly or slowly this happens: it can be a matter of days, weeks, months, or even years. The result is that, over time, one person ends up with control over the relationship.

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“Pattern” – We understand that no one is perfect and people make mistakes. If handled well, conflict can even be helpful! But does conflict seem to happen a lot? Do you find yourselves falling into the same repeated cycles of behavior like you're having the same fights over and over, even if promises to do differently have been made? Does it feel like you often have the same kind of arguments in which nothing seems to change or improve for the long-term? Is it the same person always apologizing? Are tactics like guilt-tripping or ghosting someone until they apologize used?

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“Coercive” – Sometimes abuse manifests in very physical, very forcible ways. Sometimes it’s subtler: sly comments, guilt-tripping, a harsh look. Coercion does not have to be physically or sexually violent or forceful to be coercive. Instead, the intent is to undermine a person’s ability to freely consent or to make a choice without fear of punishment for making the ‘wrong’ choice, and this can be done by whatever behaviors cause fear, intimidation, guilt, and/or shame.

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“Behavior” – People who cause harm have justifications to explain why they do what they do to other people. Sometimes it’s very understandable or even sympathetic why they may be acting the way they do! (For example, it's not uncommon for people who cause harm to have been victimized themselves in some way first.) However, that doesn’t mean they’re not responsible for the impact that their behavior is having on the people around them, whatever they “actually meant” by it. You are not responsible for being your partner or relative's therapist, sole caretaker, or outlet for anger: that’s what professionals are for.

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“Power and control” – The fundamental force underlying domestic violence is power and control. One person gains control in a relationship through coercive behavior, and the other person lives in ongoing anxiety or even fear of what the first person might choose to do if they get upset. The person with power is the one who makes the decisions on the nature of the relationship, what is and isn't allowed, and even its duration (e.g. "You're not allowed to leave me unless I decide the relationship is over").

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“Intimate relationship” – We know that gender, sexuality, and romance all appear in as many unique forms as there are individual human beings, which means it's not easy to set out a comprehensive list of relationship models which is adequately inclusive. An intimate relationship is one in which two or more people are sharing some form of emotional intimacy, sexual intimacy, or both. This includes queerplatonic relationships and polyamorous ones as much as it does monogamous and heteronormative ones. This also includes people who are related by blood, marriage, adoption, or other familial ties, such as siblings or parents and their children.

Other definitions of domestic violence may look very different and they can vary from place to place, especially when it comes to law. The core parts to look for are one person with the power in the relationship and the other person feeling unsafe or afraid because of that power difference.

We understand that every relationship is as unique as the people involved in it and that disagreements are normal between people. However, these things can cross the line into unhealthy behavior – and sometimes into an ongoing pattern of abuse.

"Wait, you're differentiating between unhealthy relationships and abusive ones?"

Yes, we are. All abusive relationships are unhealthy, but not all unhealthy or even toxic relationships would be considered abuse. We'll touch later on what Love Is Respect calls the "relationship spectrum."

There's a lot to say about all this: whole books have been published on domestic violence. It gets messy and complicated really fast. But hopefully this post provides a helpful place for grounding a conversation about it.

#domestic violence #domestic abuse #coercive control #abuse #dv 101

[atomic-taco-muffin]

The Legend of Hana Chapter 125

Warnings: Still making it like OUAT with the past scenes but also trying to incorporate Back Cover into here. Also, more abusive themes in here. If that makes you uncomfy, then skip this chapter

Rating: SFW

In the small world of Daybreak Town, a woman and her husband were walking along the streets, carrying their new twin girls. As they were enjoying their time with their girls, a hooded man walked up to them. They knew who the man was and how dangerous he could be. 

“Such power...” he murmured as his eyes narrowed in thought under his hood. “In the right or wrong hands, some would pay for such pretty little weapons, and not hide them away.” 

“What did you just say?” the father demanded. The man turned to face the father, a grim look on his face. 

“Sir, you are correct to be concerned. The power of the heavens is now terribly concentrated in the hearts of such cute little babies. They need to be protected. But also kept safe from those who would use them for ill. Though it is a dangerous undertaking, I would be honored to take on such burdens as my own, and lift the responsibility from your shoulders,” he said. 

“Our daughters are not burdens,” the mother said, fingers tightening on one of the babies. “They are infants. They aren’t a responsibility, they’re children.” 

“Ma’am, one could tell you’re an...excited new mother with all of the resources of an entire business at your disposal,” the man said with a wink under his hood. “All infants and children are responsibilities and burdens. It is why those of us who practice the arts often don’t have time for them.” 

“So you have never cared for children before,” the father said. 

“Oh, don’t let these scary looks deceive you,” the man said, laughing and spinning coquettishly. “I am far older than I look and have lived a long hard life before now. My experiences are too many to list.”

“That’s not answering the question,” the mother pointed out. 

“Here,” the man said in answer, turning to the babies and leaning over them. He stroked the daughters cheeks and murmured soft words before lifting them up, causing their parents to gasp. The babies first woke up in surprise by a stranger, and immediately saw that they were in no harm. They tried to lift their heads off the man’s shoulder to get a look around. When they saw their mother, they relaxed, snuggling back down. “You see now? I’m quite good with little ones. And my knowledge of caring for one will allow me to raise them safely, where they can learn to become great warriors to protect this world from darkness.” 

The man and the woman thought for a moment, but then agreed to let the hooded man take their daughters into his care. Little did they know, that he was going to make them weapons for his plan to take over Kingdom Hearts. 

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It was currently snowing in Daybreak Town and a little girl raced down the large hallways of her home to reach her father’s room. She quietly opened the door and saw that he was currently asleep. She opened the door all the way and jumped on her father’s bed, waking him up. 

“Wake up daddy! It’s snowing!” she giggled. But her father did not seem happy that his daughter was waking him up so early in the morning. 

“MUKURO! WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU ABOUT WAKING ME UP?!” he shouted. The little girl stopped jumping on the bed and cowered before the sight of her angry father. 

“I-I’m sorry daddy. I-I just wanted to wake you up so we can play in the snow with Junko,” she said, almost on the verge of tears. 

“Why would I ever want to play in the snow with a loser like you?” someone asked. Mukuro turned around and found her twin sister, Junko standing in the doorway. It seemed she had already gotten dressed for the day and had a scowl on her face. 

“I-I only wanted to play. We never get to do that anymore,” Mukuro explained. Her father grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to her room, where he locked the door and windows to make sure she didn’t sneak out. Mukuro raced to the door after it was locked and banged on it, begging her father to let her out. 

“I’M SORRY DADDY! I WON’T DO IT AGAIN! PLEASE LET ME OUT!” she begged but no one came to her rescue. She then climbed into her bed, where she hid underneath the covers and held her favorite doll, hoping that this torture would be over soon. 

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The world was pure darkness. But I was born into a radiant world enveloped in a brilliant light. From within that light, my master gazed upon me and smiled. 

Mm, I’m so sleepy. I can barely keep my eyes open...maybe I can catch a few more z’s...

“Master, did you make this? It's so cute!” said a girl I didn’t know. 

She’s wearing a fox mask--who’s she? And...hmm. The man in the black coat must be my master. 

“Well, things are gonna get pretty hectic around here soon. But this Spirit Chirithy is gonna make your lives much easier! Hopefully,” he said. 

That’s right; I’m a Spirit. But not those who have the magical powers and Guardians. And now there’s a boy with a mask like a leopard staring at me. 

“You could say they're like cats or dogs. And they'll be your loyal pets. Every wielder will have one of these adorable little guys at their side. They're here to help, so play nice!” 

“Okay!” replied fox-mask girl. 

So there’s gonna be more of me...but how? No sense fretting about it, I guess. I’m still so sleepy, after all. 

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Long, long ago, all the worlds were still one. One day, this would be called the age of fairy tales. It all began here in Daybreak Town. The Master of Masters had an eye that gazes into the future. 

The Master of Masters had an eye that gazes into the future. He bestowed upon five of his six apprentices a copy of the Book of Prophecies, in which was written the events to come.

The reliable Ira, who wore the mask of the unicorn, was given his role to take over for the Master and to lead the others. Similarly, the virtuous Invi, who wore the mask of the snake, was given her role to watch over the others with a fair eye. The fearless Aced, who wore the mask of the bear, was given his role to support their brand-new leader, Ira. The prudent Ava, who wore the mask of the fox, was given her role to prepare exceptional Keyblade wielders for the world after. The coolheaded Gula, who wore the mask of the leopard, was given his role to uncover the mystery of the Book of Prophecies. All five of them were entrusted with their own copy of the Book. Luxu, the first of the apprentices to be given their role, watched his companions from afar, as they learned what it was that they were meant to do, then, he disappeared. 

Not long after that, the Master vanished, dimmed, and faded without a trace. The Master’s two daughters, Mukuro and Junko, were sent on a mission when they were of age, but they had never returned. Perhaps they disappeared like the Master did. 

This is where your story began--the story of your very own adventure. 

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[risukadarlin]

[crazy circus] vol 6: fred - track fourteen

14; the five circus members...

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[00:02] Bravo!

I never thought your powers would become this strong.

I’m in awe.

What you just saw…

…was the secret you stumbled upon.

It was a shock, wasn’t it?

Seeing the people you had just been engaging with elsewhere fast asleep in that tent.

But they weren’t dead.

Don’t worry.

They just… had their souls removed.

All the members of the Alec Circus Group had powers.

When I learnt that, I joined the group as their manager and secretly split their souls and their bodies.

I placed their souls in those dolls, instead.

In other words, the people seeing guests off at the gate were dolls containing human souls.

People with powers eventually rot their bodies and crumble to dust with their powers.

But I had an idea.

If their bodies weren’t human ones, would they be able to avoid death?

And with that, I succeeded in creating people with powers who wouldn’t die as a result of their abilities.

That is how the Alec Circus Group…

How my Circus of Puppets came to be.

Yes.

I knew you wouldn’t understand if I explained it to you like this.

I’ll put it in more simple terms.

I wanted to create a world where people with powers could live without their abilities twisting their bodies - could live like normal humans.

But what?

Yes, that’s right.

The five members that you saw in the circus aren’t here.

They’re merely puppets who can’t move without my powers.

I say puppets but… They can live according to their own will.

Ah, but they can’t have children.

They’re dolls, after all.

The most dolls can do is sleep with their partners.

Those boys…

There was one thing they weren’t allowed to do.

That was…

…to upset me.

If a puppet master begins to hate the dolls he has made, he will find it much harder to control their strings, don’t you think?

That’s what happened to them.

They made me hate them. 

Now they don’t function normally.

They wanted to kill other people and themselves.

They wanted to destroy everything.

They even lost the ability to overcome the curses placed on them in their previous life…

A lot of interesting things happened to them.

They became crazed, so I returned their souls to their bodies and kicked them out of the circus.

[04:20] Do you want to know why I hated them?

They all…

All five of them…

…fell in love with you.

I say that but you don’t remember, do you?

That’s exactly what I intended.

I erased your memories of them when I threw them out of the circus.

First was Alec, the Beast Tamer.

Then, the Aerial Acrobats, Kei and Kii.

Then, the Gymnast, Gaku.

And finally, the Pierrot, Sena.

Whenever I threw one out, I removed all memory of them from the minds of the remaining members and from yours too and started again from the moment you joined the circus.

It was hard work.

Their names don’t mean anything to you, do they?

Ah, but…

It’s likely your body remembers anything significant that happened to you during your time with them.

For example, you may fear the roar of an animal, no matter how small.

Standing in a slightly high place may cause you to worry about falling.

There may be some moments like that.

Huh?

Hmm… You’re right.

Even I find it unnerving how normal it is for me to describe everything I have done thus far.

I was guilty at first, I see.

But I couldn’t stop the jealousy I felt.

What are the members I kicked out doing now?

I don’t know.

They have nothing to do with us anymore, so I don’t care.

We can still carry out shows without performers, after all.

This is a Circus of Dreams.

I just need to show the audience a Dream.

But they should still be alive, no longer in danger of their own powers.

Thanks to you, they all learnt how to control their abilities.

Part of our power is leading people to understand and control their own powers.

If people see themselves succeed in a dream time and time again, then they will succeed in real life too, won’t they?

I think it’s something like that.

I too tried to help the members who were struggling while awake to refresh themselves in their dreams.

Most of them refused to open their hearts to me so it didn’t go very well.

But…

You used your powers without even knowing and they soon opened their hearts to you and accepted you, leading to them finally learning how to use their own abilities.

Watching the puppet show between you and them…

It was heart-warming.

[08:20] You held out a helping hand to them whenever they wished for it.

Watching you like that…

It made me want to keep you to myself more and more.

No matter how much they loved you, I couldn’t bring myself to allow it.

It’s partially thanks to me that they were no longer suffering!

I should be allowed to want something in return!

And…

If they know how to control their powers, they can live and feel as a normal human would.

They can die as a normal human.

But… I can’t do that.

I only have you.

What’s wrong with wanting to own the one thing I desire?

Throwing them out means I can finally be alone with you.

Being alone together meant that you finally fell in love with me.

No one will get in our way now.

We can live alone in our own world.

Isn’t that right?

You promised you would be by my side forever.

You promised, didn’t you?

You did?

I’m glad.

Yes?

What’s wrong?

Ah…

You’re right.

You learnt a lot just now.

You must be struggling to process it all.

You should go and get some fresh air.

You really do love going on walks.

Yes, take your time.

#drama cd #Drama CD translation #crazy circus #fred arnell #hanae natsuki #natsuki hanae #avex

[pashterlengkap]

Hate influencer Chaya Raichik left sputtering when asked why she hates trans people so much

Chaya Raichik – who goes by “Libs of TikTok” online – has devoted the last several years of her life to promoting hatred of LGBTQ+ people and allies, particularly hatred towards transgender people and those who support them. She regularly uses her massive online influence to mock LGBTQ+ people and calls any queer or trans person or ally who exists in the proximity of children a “groomer” or a pedophile. But when asked to explain why she is so obsessed with trans people, she could barely get a coherent sentence out. Related: LibsofTikTok creator Chaya Raichik calls LGBTQ+ people “evil groomers” in Tucker Carlson interview She also mentioned that Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis invited her to stay at his mansion earlier this year. “If you eradicate transgenderism, which I believe you suggested in a post today-” Washington Post journalist Taylor Lorenz asked Raichik. LGBTQ+ news you can rely on Keep track of the ongoing battle against bias and for equality with our daily newsletter. “I never said that,” Raichik said, cutting Lorenz off. “Oh ok, you reposted a post that was advocating for that… What would happen to the people that have already medically, socially, completely transitioned and are leading happy lives?” Lorenz continued. “Well, uh, the whole trans is based on a lie,” Raichik said, not really responding to the question. “You can’t change your gender.” “They can go live their life, I mean, I can’t tell someone what to do in their house.” “It sounds like you do want to tell people what to do in their house,” Lorenz shot back. “I never said that,” Raichik said. “So you’re totally OK with people being trans, just not as long as they’re in public?” Lorenz pressed. “No, I never said that,” Raichik insisted. “They could… It’s… The whole thing is based off of a lie and I think that… Um, the fact… This lie cannot be mainstream in our, in our society. It’s just… It’s a lie.” “And what harm is it causing, do you believe?” Lorenz asked. “Um… I’d like the truth. I like truth,” Raichik said. “Right, but I’m saying, what’s the harm of people expressing their gender identity differently than you believe it to be?” Lorenz asked. “What harm are they causing?” “Um… Like I said, we are a, a, um, a nation of truth, and I’m, um, I think the truth,” Raichik responded. Lorenz pressed her again, and Raichik said, “The harm is that there’s a lie that is very mainstream and is being embedded into every institution.” Lorenz specified that she was looking to understand the “material harm.” That is, she wanted to know who loses something of value if trans people are accepted. “Not anything that’s wrong is there a material harm necessarily!” Raichik said, clearly annoyed. "Sounds like you do want to tell people what to do in their house": Taylor Lorenz presses Libs of TikTok creator Chaya Raichik to explain her issue with trans adults. pic.twitter.com/XkPP3VRe9l— Ari Drennen (@AriDrennen) February 24, 2024 Then she decided to show Lorenz an image of someone performing oral sex. literally can't stop laughing at this part of the @taylorlorenz interview with Chaya Raichik pic.twitter.com/jwspR9p2UJ— Jules Suzdaltsev (@jules_su) February 24, 2024 Some readers noted that Raichik was wearing a t-shirt with Lorenz’s face on it, possibly as a way to troll the journalist. In 2022, Lorenz was the journalist who exposed Raichik as the person behind the Libs of TikTok Twitter account. Elsewhere in the interview, Raichik pushed the white supremacist and antisemitic “Great Replacement theory,” which is the idea that elites are attempting to demographically and culturally replace white Americans by allowing people of color to immigrate to the U.S. Depending on the version of the conspiracy theory, the “elites” are Jewish. “There were some months over the past three years that there were more illegals coming into our border than children… http://dlvr.it/T3Gkxl

[aracely83865610]

Random People Being Struck By Toy Gun Social Media Challenge

Firearms-associated accidents are the second-leading cause of death amongst children - and they’re largely preventable. A researcher gives tips to stop tragedy at home. Nearly 1.7 million kids in the U.S. Because of this, 1000's of children are killed or injured by a firearm each year. The widespread thread among these accidents? Fortunately, parents and caregivers can take simple steps to cut back the chance of an unintentional firearm-related injury at dwelling. Eliminate entry to guns: "This is the only proven method of preventing unintentional firearm injuries is the absence of a firearm from the home," Carter says. Many firearm-related incidents happen just because a baby or group of children stumbled across an unlocked, loaded weapon. If weapons are removed from the home, a baby wouldn't have the chance to return into contact with one. Eliminating guns from your own home is the one absolute method of stopping such accidents. Properly retailer all firearms: If your loved ones has determined to keep guns at house, it is important they're stored correctly.

Video video games will help the mind in a quantity of the way, similar to enhanced visual perception, improved ability to modify between duties, and higher data processing. Judy Willis, M.D., neurologist, educator, and American Academy of Neurology (AAN) member based in Santa Barbara, CA. "It will probably feed data to the mind in a method that maximizes learning," she says. Video video games are designed with a reward structure that's utterly unpredictable. The tension of figuring out you may rating (or kill a warlock), but not knowing precisely when, retains you in the game. That's a strong draw for an adolescent's developing brain, which is impressionable. Tom A. Hummer, Ph.D., assistant analysis professor within the division of psychiatry at Indiana University School of Medicine in Indianapolis. That government management center is important for weighing risks and rewards and for putting the brakes on the pursuit of rapid rewards (like gaming) in favor of extra adaptive longer-time period targets (like next week's chemistry take a look at). This area of the brain doesn't attain maximum capacity until age 25 or 30, which may explain why younger individuals are extra seemingly to have interaction in hours of play while ignoring primary needs like food, sleep, and hygiene.

Officials imagine it’s a bunch of 5 teenagers who're driving in a car basically doing a drive-by capturing with these water-based mostly balls. The toy orbi Gun getting used is called a gel blaster or Orbeez toy gun. It’s crammed with water bullets-which can at occasions be frozen. While it could also be a recreation to some, the Sheriff’s Office says it’s illegal when it causes pain and can even be thought of a misdemeanor depending on accidents. There have been several victims who've come ahead as well as a number of witnesses, all who say they have been merely simply strolling down the road before being struck a number of times. Officials are asking dad and mom to talk to their youngsters about toy guns and reminding them that it’s illegal. Copyright 2023 Nexstar Media Inc. All rights reserved. This material is probably not published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed. As etiquette expectations shift, here’s what to know … Increasingly more Americans are reaching tipping fatigue. How does this have an effect on vacation tipping? And the way does it have an effect on workplace gifting? Exercise equipment, gym equipment, workout tech and extra - we rounded up the best fitness gifts for treating somebody who loves staying energetic. In search of the perfect present for a gaming enthusiast? We curated a group of the most effective gifts for avid gamers.

Should Our Sons Play With Toy Guns Outdoors? A reader worries that allowing her sons to play-fight in the yard sends the wrong message to neighbors. My husband and i disagree about whether or not toy guns are appropriate for our kids and below what circumstances they may be used. Last weekend, our two younger sons have been given water guns as gifts, which they rapidly put to make use of outdoors. They played with the toy guns as in the event that they were actual - shouting "Bang! " after they fired them and collapsing onto the bottom once they have been hit. I’m afraid that even toy guns send a message of insensitivity to our neighbors during this time of persistent mass shootings. My husband disagrees, and the boys proceed to use the guns outdoors. I respect your desire to be a great neighbor. But in your quest, you appear to have skipped over the bigger query right here: Should your sons be taking part in with toy guns at

Though he acknowledged students have First Amendment rights, he referred to as Chapman’s tweet "fake news." He said the district discouraged walkouts to protect students’ safety. Zach still has his assortment of airsoft guns - including the one stamped with the "have a pleasant day" slogan. But nowadays, his curiosity in utilizing them has waned - partly because of the incident, he stated, and partly as a result of rising up. For sure, the scenario may have been worse. Zach wasn’t expelled - others have been. Actually, he graduated from Amity High final spring. When he’s not at his job installing windows, he spends his time taking part in video games and fixing up his outdated Jeep Cherokee that sputters as he drives down Connecticut’s wooded highways. Reflecting on the incident, Zach acknowledged that school officials have a obligation to check up on students who submit troubling messages on social media because "some persons are a hazard." But in his state of affairs, he mentioned, they might have accomplished more research. They may have checked his disciplinary report, which he mentioned was clean, or talked with school officials who know him.

[distraughtmary]

Guilty of Affection. A Conversation

4 Years Ago

‘Who are we going to invite to our wedding?’ Kyle asked me randomly as we were chilling out on my bed.

‘Our wedding?’ I giggled. ‘Kyle, we aren’t even dating anymore.’

Kyle looked affronted, as if my definition of the marriage had been invalid.

‘We’re already closer than anything. But if we don’t marry, we won’t be able to preserve this connection. If you happen to get hospitalized, I want to be there, but they won’t admit me as just a friend. Your husband, on the other hand….’

‘Why would I get hospitalized?’ I feigned outrage. ‘It’s you who’s under the constant threat of your brains being bashed out by a ball.’

‘Fine, let’s pretend it’s me, though my head is sturdy enough to withstand all sorts of balls,’ he chuckled. ‘You would want to see me, right?’

I chewed on my lower lip.

‘I suppose yes, I would.’

‘You suppose?’ Kyle said threateningly and tickled my armpits. I wanted to escape his devilish antics, but his strong arms enveloped me, and all I could do is to sulk.

‘What I mean is that I don’t want to see you in such situations whatsoever, but if it happens, then yes, I want to be next to you. And while some nurses will probably allow me to see you if I lie about being your… boyfriend or something, the scheme could always fail. Still, marriage, Kyle? Well, a sham one could work, but what if we both find people we want to be in a real one with?’

‘Nah, I’m good,’ Kyle shook his head. ‘I’ve always thought you’d be my end game, Fili.’

I wanted to see his face as he had been saying that, but his grip on was strong, his breath relentless.

‘Your end game? What does that mean?’ I asked Kyle. I might have had some idea of what it could mean, a pretty good idea. However, with him, nothing was certain until that sensual mouth of his said it directly.

‘You know… getting a nice house, adopting a couple of kids, watching them grow… and then dying together on the same day,’ embarrassment engulfed Kyle’s fairy-tale-like words.

‘Too cheesy for a person who supposedly doesn’t believe in romance,’ I tried to pinch his nose behind me, although my aim was off, and I only managed to touch his chin where a thick line of hair was blossoming. I liked my boys clean-shaven, but Kyle was no longer my boy, and he was free to do anything with his face. Not that anything would ever blemish it.

‘Um,’ I was not sure if Kyle was contemplating his answers or taken aback by my attack.

‘Um,’ he vocalized again. ‘It’s not really… romantic or anything. It’s more… familial, I don’t know. I want to be your family, Fili. Well, you’re already one, but I as I’ve said, we’ll have to make it legal somehow.’

‘You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you?’ I marvelled at his determination. ‘It’s not some spontaneous thing you’re going to forget tomorrow.’

‘Nope,’ he moved his head to meet mine, and I could feel his stubble brushing against me. ‘I’m totally serious, and… I want you to consider it carefully, too.’

‘Kyle…,’ I could only sit there in his arms, thinking that I would not mind dying in them that very instant. He was still holding me as if he had been afraid to let me go and see me leave him. However, Kyle’s hold on me had a calming effect, and even if I wanted to leave, it was only to trick him and return shortly.

‘I don’t inspire much confidence, do I?’ Kyle said coarsely, his voice slightly trembling.

‘I must admit, Kyle, that your image of our future seems contradictory… to your needs. It’s not that they’re wrong. But if we’re doing that, I need your full devotion to the cause. The last thing I need is having to explain to my children why one of their daddies didn’t come home last night and then showed up at the door reeking of another man.’

‘But I always clean…,’ Kyle protested.

‘I know, I know,’ I gently put a finger to his mouth. ‘But hear me out, Kyle. Even provided that you’re all clean and discreet, do you really believe that our children won’t notice anything? I don’t care what you’re and will be doing, but I don’t want to raise children in such an environment. Call me an old-fashioned, monogamous prick, whatever. And who said that I want children? I’ve never mentioned anything of the sort.’

Kyle chuckled, prompting me to pinch his lips for real. He decided to lick them in retaliation, and I retreated.

‘If you didn’t want them, you wouldn’t be so passionate about it,’ he smirked, and I could not deny the truth. ‘And you’d make a great parent. I can’t explain why – it’s just my intuition.’

‘Okay.’

‘And as for the rest… I get it, Fleet. Yes, what you’ve described might happen, and I’d hate myself for that. But I’m going to become better. I’m going to ‘live my life’ now, experience things, get wild… However, in several years, maybe after we graduate college, I’ll be ready for this, for the family. The question is… will you wait for me?’

Kyle’s question struck my heart, and I almost winced with phantom pain. Kyle was resolved to commit to ‘the family’, to the idea of us. But I… What did I want?

‘I don’t know, Kyle’, I said honestly, feeling him tense. ‘I can’t make important promises like that. You say what you feel towards me is familial, and there’s some truth to it. But I want to experience some romantic love, too, and I can’t predict where it will take me. Maybe that person will be the one I’ll marry. Maybe romantic love is nothing compared to yours. I need to find it out for myself, Kyle. It might take months, it might take years, it might take several people… Will YOU wait for me?’

Kyle abruptly released me, and I thought that it was the end of everything, the consequences of my earnestness. But then he grabbed my body again and rotated me so that I could face him, our noses touching. He looked as if he had been on the verge of tears, though his eyes were dry and full of something akin to desperation and pure sorrow.

‘I’m sorry, Fili, I…,’ his breath was shallow. ‘It’s selfish of me, I know. But trust me – I don’t love anyone more than you, and I’m sure that it’ll never change. I will probably survive if you tie yourself to another guy, though I can’t imagine my life without you. I’ll feel… completely lost.’

Kyle had never sounded so timid, and I brushed my knuckles against his cheek. He was transfixing me with his brown eyes, begging for me to paint the future for him. I was no God almighty, but maybe in Kyle’s eyes, I was just that.

‘Such strong words for someone who’s only 16, Kyle,’ I shook my head. ‘Although you’re right about one thing – I also cannot imagine my life without you. That ephemeral guy who’ll apparently eclipse everything in my life will have to share. I… cannot afford to lose this either.’

I patted the bed on which we had done many things: laughing, crying, hugging, building caves made of books and blankets, playing board games, putting make-up on each other, writing sloppy poetry, practising French, cuddling during winter and keeping distance in the heat of the summer, discussing crushes, spilling milkshakes on the blanket, gossiping, kissing romantically and kissing platonically… That bed and its predecessors had seen us do everything except for THAT thing, and I regretted nothing. I wanted us to continue to do all those things, and if I ever should do THAT thing, it would have to be somewhere else. Kyle and I’s precious memories were not to be desecrated.

‘So?’ Kyle looked at me expectantly. ‘And for the record, I may be just 16, but we’ve been together for 11 years. No one will be able to outshine that.’

I… was struggling not to tell Kyle that deep inside, I wanted him to be my end game, too. Those 11 years had belonged to me as well. Those 11 years had been defined by him. The best my potential partner could hope for was to supplement Kyle. I was not a fool – nobody would agree to that position, to play second fiddle to Kyle. Unless that person managed to make me fall in love with him so hard I would forget Kyle. But did such love even exist? Was there anything bigger, more significant, more overwhelming and more unconditional than Kyle’s love? Still, I could not confide that to Kyle, even though he could read me like a pharmacist deciphering a doctor’s prescription anyway. We needed time. Our relationship had not worked out once, and I did not want to see a repeat of that.

‘Let’s return to this conversation around the time of our college graduation,’ I said, my voice wooden. ‘Time will sort everything out, and I’ll be experienced enough to sift through feelings and see for myself what’s genuine and what’s not.’

Judging by Kyle’s expression, he had been expecting to hear something else, although after a moment or two he nodded.

‘I agree. I don’t want to rush you or anything. Just know that I love you and that after all is said and done, it’s you who I want to be with.’

Kyle kissed my cheek, and a sole tear trickled down the area he had marked.

‘I love you too, Kyle,’ I hugged him.

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