#i mean i been knew but i didnt been knew to That Extent?????

[analogboii]

room 138 by asking alexandria hits different when you've actually almost died from ODing fjdkfdfvkkoz

#i liked the song when it came out and i knew it was about dannys od n his experience n stuff #but then i had my own Incident #and the song just hits different now #i mean its been like three years since then snd i also haven't done anything to thst extent since then so djfjdif #idk man these are the kinds thoughts i have while opening #ambrose rambles #like i remember every agonizing moment. i threw up for 12 hours #i didnt know what words meant #i struggled rememvering who my aunt was #i thought if i drank water id forget how to swallow and drown #it was wild man

[koheletgirl]

Would love to hear about how you became an anti Zionist!

before i get into this, i'd like to direct you to some of @jewishvitya's posts: [x] [x] [x]. i think their perspective is more relevant to the current situation than mine, and they address issues that i won't get into here because they had no personal relevance to me and you asked about me.

so my family is considered left-wing in israel. my parents voted for ha'avoda (israeli labor) in most elections i can remember, my mom even went "as far" as voting for meretz (as far as jewish parties go, they're the furthest to the left. still zionist though. didnt get enough votes to get into the knesset in the last elections). i grew up mourning rabin, hating bibi before i even knew who he was, believing that the settlements are the source of all israeli wrongdoings. in 2005 people would put ribbons on their cars – green if you support dismantling the settlements in gaza, orange if you're against it. we had a green ribbon. my family talks about the two states solution, about going back to the '67 borders. my grandmother jokingly calls herself a "leftist traitor", because that's how the right labels them.

i grew up with these values. i was taught to value human life, i was taught that all people were equal, i was taught that nationalism and imperialism were wrong. we weren't afraid of talking about the occupation. we weren't afraid of calling israeli fascism what it was. you might have heard about the democracy protests that have been happening in israel in the past year; my parents went every week.

i think this is why it took me so long to break out of my zionist worldview. people talk about zionism as if it's explicitly genocidal and built on racial supremacy, and i understand why (and agree with this to an extent), but you have to understand how absurd this idea sounds to people like my parents. they don't think zionism is the issue, they think the israeli right is. they acknowledge the evils of the settlers in the west bank, but they would never consider themselves settlers. it's very easy to see the wrongness of a person going to someone's house and violently kicking a family out of there because they believe it should belong to them (not a hypothetical, this is happening in the west bank as we speak); it's a lot harder to think that maybe everything you were taught to believe about your own right to be here was a lie from the beginning.

and that's the problem, that it is a lie. we are literally taught there was nothing here. swamps and malaria and sand and sand. the zionists built a civilization out of nothing. that's the story, that's the myth.

another aspect of this that's essential to acknowledge is the dehumanization of palestinians in israel, which is still prevalent in leftist circles, despite taking a different form. the israeli left Loves to make the distinction between palestinians and "israeli arabs" - a term that some people that i have met have used for themselves, and i am not the right person to speak on (i'm sure there's nuance here i'm unaware of). these people don't think of themselves as racists. they don't mind arabs in general, they only mind "the arabs who want to harm us". and it's so easy for them to pat themselves on the back because they have plenty of arab friends and they actively oppose the goverment's racism; but they all draw the line when it comes to palestinians. to them, once a person calls themselves a palestinian, it means they believe jews have no right to exist here. it means their existence is at odds with their own. they don't see palestinians as people, they see them as an agenda.

i was going to add a bit about how the israeli left's aversion to religion (which stems from the influence orthodox jews currently have on israeli law) plays into this, but this is getting really long.

anyway. for me, it wasn't a revelation as much as it was a willingness to open my eyes to the fact that everything i had been taught was a lie. it was always there, this doubt, this uneasiness. i knew that there were a lot of people over the world whose opinions i generally agreed with – except when it came to israel. it just took me a really long time to be able to doubt Everything.

because that required tearing down everything my worldview was based on, everything i had believed in, and it was scary. it's a very, very difficult thing to do. not knowing what to believe is horrifying. realizing you have believed in lies your whole life is horrifying.

but at some point i had to ask myself: how can i hate everything this country stands for, and not doubt what it's taught me? how can i know what i know about the idf, and still believe it's acting humanely? and the thing is, i still don't know what to believe a lot of the time. i still doubt everything, all the time. i'm critical of all of my beliefs, and i think it's good to be. but i listen, and i look, and i feel, and above all i try to be compassionate. and there's only one stance you can take here if you value human life above all else.

here are some israel-based organizations that influenced my political views and i recommend checking out (even though i have my disagreements with them): b'tselem, standing together, breaking the silence, mesarvot

#ask #anon #israel #mmm idk what else to tag this #i had to stop myself at some point but know that obviously there's a lot more to it than what i sad

[onyour-right]

First things first, I'm gonna need Gen V to never fucking do that again. How dare they release such a good episode and only have it be 34 minutes??? Is it a fucking sitcom??? They do that again and we WILL have problems.

Now, Cate. I done told y'all she was the mole and now look. I mean do I still love her? Absolutely. Do I think she is a victim of Dean Shetty's manipulations? 100%. Do I believe she thought she was protecting her friends? Yup. But do I also think Andre was right somewhat in what he said? Yeah, kinda do. Listen, with all the good intentions in the world the fact that she repeatedly made Luke forget about his baby brother when she knew the type of turmoil it was causing in him is twisted. The same way she was going to confess to Andre before the text came is the same way she should have confessed to Luke. Granted I think the reason she was even going to confess to Andre was because of how wrong things were going. But still, she ain't right for that..

So, I see three possible avenues they might take with her: first, kill her off at the end of the season in order to redeem herself to her friends; second, she could become an antagonist to the group (tho this is less likely); or third, she may act as a double agent and spy back on shetty so they can find out what's really going on..

Jordan Li. My beloved. My baby boy/baby girl. I can understand why they thought Marie couldn't accept both sides of them and I'm so glad they explored a bit more into their character's history. But baby, Marie wants to love on you no matter what your gender so just let her!!! At least they got to a point where they realised they were being unfair to Marie over the whole situation though, so hopefully episode 6 will have them talking about it properly. Alsooooo, Jordan getting pissed when Marie's brain was tampered with again? Good fucking food. Jordan moving closer to Marie at Cate's reveal? I was eating that shit upppp. Jordan this whole episode was kinda unhinged and you know what? I wanna see more, please and thank you!!!

Alsoooo, can we talk real quick about Jordan's conversation with Andre and Cate because I cannot have been the only one who was straight dyingggg through it. "is it a black thing?" "...oh my God!!!". The way Jordan didnt even dismiss the fact that him and Marie made a good couple too. Likeeeee. C'monnnnn.

Marie, my sweet girl. Once she finds out the true extent of her powers its over for everyoneeeee; she's gonna fuck everyone up and I personally will be cheering her on at the sidelines!! Slightly worried though because 1) who is her benefactor?? and 2) what if they are able to capture her somehow??? She is yet to go unhinged and I would like to see it, especially if it's in relation to something happening to Jordan.

Emma and Sam. I mean you know its real when one half of the pairing's mind has been wiped and still there is an undeniable connection between them.The fact that Sam went out of his way to find Emma after all the shit that went down??? Ooof, I'm living for itttt. The fact that even though Emma hadn't gotten back her memories she still believed him? Don't make me cryyyyy. I loved how Emma realised how wrong her mother was about her "getting big" & how she's beginning to carve out who she wants to be for herself. Also, her and Marie's friendship is honestly just goals.

Also, lowkey everyone should have just let Sam kill that Dr Cardosa because he's gonna bring big problemssss I fear, and on that note they should have him kill Dean Shetty too because ole girl needs to skedaddle her way out (although the person who takes her place could be even worse, so idk about that yet)

Also, someone please give Andre a hug that boy needs it. Seeing him unhinged tho?? Ooofffffff 10/10.

#anyways these are my thoughts #long i know but #gen v #jordan li #marie moreau #cate dunlap #emma meyer #andre anderson #marie x jordan #limoreau #emma x sam #i cannot believe i have to wait yet another week ffs #feel free to message me and just scream thoughts over this show

[ccuniculusmolestus]

Do you think Bunny was jealous of Camilla. Bbecause. I do.

cna i be honest.

no, he just didnt like her. but also yes, he was jealous. I think his disdain for Camilla didn't just stem from "hur dur hate women", it was a bunch of things. And it doesn't have to be purely because he was jealous of the romantic/sexual relationship Henry had with Camilla, sometimes friends get jealous of relationships their friends have. Its toxic, ik, but it happens and we all KNOW Bunny was toxic asf (but not the only toxic person in the group fr).

Let's see.

Bunny knew about the incest thing since Richard met him. And while he was appalled by the whole affair, he only ever was shitty to/about Camilla, not Charles. I dont think its purely misogny here but i will not deny that was probably a BIG factor. so before any white knights come whining in my asks about du,bass shit; shut up.

Bunny was never into Camilla- Francis straight up says Bunny didn't even used to look at her, he said she wasnt his type, but then Francis assumes that Bun probs knew Camilla was "the type" (Francis says "bad medicine" and tells richard that apprently she leads people on, she lead henry on, she was even leading richard on, so on). Maybe Bun could tell that too, maybe his disdain for her came because he didnt want his best friend to get caught up with a "girl like that". (God forbid a girl has hobbies, tsk tsk francis)

I think maybe Bunny told henry specifically about the incest thing (he did not mention this to anyone else, so he didnt care about the gossip. he only cared about telling henry-- perhaps to make him realize "what sort of a girl" Cam was (even tho charles was equally involved and much worse lol). But you see that it doesnt rlly affect henry, i dont think henry cared about monogamy, or even the incest- maybe he thought it was yuck but apparently not yuck enough for him to stop flirting with camilla. we know hes detached from things, and tbh its a very henry reaction to knowing that and then just not giving a fuck. but back to Bun, sure, it could have been him trying to look out for henry for friendship purposes or he couldve just wanted to break them up lol.

I mean we know to SOME extent that Bunny was somewhat possessive of Henry.

1) He didn't let the man out of his sight and was overinvolved in Henry's affairs.

2) When he finds Richard staying at Henry's house, he gets visibly irritated. He also "jokingly" asks Henry if he's started to "house the sick" or something along those lines

Now to reiterate, Bunny could've just been a possessive friend ORRRR.... girl......his homo tendencies were showing. And sometimes possessive friends get territorial about their friends when it comes to their friends' partner.

So he might have specifically hated camilla for;

1) being a girl

2) being the receiver of Henry's special treatment (romantic or non romantic basis for this), this is where the jealousy aspect plays in and

3) being of "bad character" (incest and the whole leading on thing)

Disclaimer, this is not a cmailla hate post. I support womens right and womens wrongs. Except the incest but thats also Charles fault so yall better not be blaming just her

#im gonna say he was jealous too just bcs it makes it spicier #also it makes tje scene where henrynfucking kills him and CAMILLA COMES DOWN to check bunnys corpse with henry even more awful #bunny corcoran #the secret history #tsh #henry winter #tsh donna tartt #winterbunny #camilla macaulay

[gettinshiggywithit]

!The bnha boys with an s/o who’s just tired of life and who feels like theyre all alone and a burden to everyone around them!

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Tw: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND ATTEMPTS (all prevented and with kinda fluffy endings?)ANGST!

This one hits very close to home...

Characters included:- Eijiro Kirishima ,Katsuki Bakugou,Izuku Midoriya,Denki Kaminari

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Kirishima Eijiro

He would be shocked! Completely BAFFLED

UTTERLY BEWILDERED

how could his s/o think such a thing?????!!!!

They mean the world to him!!

This cannot go on

He holds you tight like your lives depend on it,and in a way yours does....

You hug back because you feel his love for you through his hug,through how he’s holding you like he’s going to lose you

He knew you had bad thoughts but he’d never thought itd get this far!

He clings onto you and drags you down onto the fluffy sheets and wrapping you like a burrito,he holds you again

And you wriggle your arms out to hold him too

You fall asleep like that,that night

And when you awake the next day,you see his sleeping form peacefully dreaming away and remember that no,you werent alone

You had your best friend turned boyfriend with you

And you knew he’d always be there.

Katsuki bakugou

When he comes through the door he hears you not just crying out but howling as you cry and he’s instantly on the defensive

He was ready to fight whoever had you captive

He readied his palms and slowly tip toed into the doorway and as soon as he looked in,

He noticed it was just

You

You were looking up at the ceiling,tears streaming down from your eyes like rivers, and howling out you were clearly in distress

So he instantly softened and slowly made his way towards you

As he was approaching,you turn around and scream out of shock and fall to the floor with you hands on your head

You start to cry again,begging the ‘intruder’ to just put you out of your misery

His heart absolutely shatters!

He immediately falls down next to you and,to his surprise,he’s crying too

It hurts him to see the one person he cares about most,hurting to such an extent

He slowly whispers your name and you open your eyes,the comforting sound of his voice momentarily calming your mind

you look up and are immediately filled with a sense of guilt

How could you let him see you like this

You didnt want to be a bother

And he doesnt let a single apology escape your lips before he captures you in a hug

He’s never hugged anyone this tightly...

And after a second he says,with a shakey voice, “dont you ever fucking apologize you fucking idiot!!! What the fuck?! Why didnt you call me!!!i love you more than ive ever loved anyone or anything!id blast this whole fucking planet to ashes if itd make you smile and thats a fucking promise!!!!”

And this time you could feel his tears through your tee shirt

Katsuki has never EVER been like this

And the fact that he said those words

It made you feel so whole,

And you KNEW bakugou didnt just say shit

He actually meant it

And that was all the clarification you needed

to know whether he was being honest or not

You relaxed into the hug and just held eachother there and ultimately fell asleep

Once you awoke you smelled fresh pancakes and you were also in bed-

You got out of bed and were met with the sight of your boyfriend making you breakfast and as soon as he saw you he put the plates down and within seconds was before you,

He pressed a gentle yet passionate kiss to your lips and the love he felt was clearly visible in his normally-menacing,yet currently soft and kind,eyes🧡

Denki kaminari

It had been a long day and it was only the first half of said day!

He thought of stopping by your room,youd called in sick and he wasnt afraid of a lil old bug!

Besides he needed to give you your notes! And what sort of a boyfriend would he be if he didnt give you your notes!

He walked into your room and immediately knew something was off

It felt different

It felt WRONG

and also chillingly familiar,hed been here when it was like this before...and he knew it wasn’t good..

He set his books down and slowly walked to the toilet.

It was the only lit part of the room

He heard your sniffling and sniffing and darted in

And you stopped like a deer caught in the headlights!

You were removing several panadols from your casing and had a tall glass of water beside it all.

Denki didn’t know how many were there but he Did know that it was no where near the recommended dosage...

He immediately rushed to you and stopped just a few centimetres away and when you didnt react negatively he picked up all the tablets and shoved em into the trash can

He looked back to you and your tear stained face and swollen eyes

And the fear in HIS eyes was almost primal

If be hadnt been there then,he might have just lost you

He thanked whatever higher power had made him want to stop by your room before his next class

He held your hands in his and broke down cryinf right before your eyes

“Y/N PLEASE NO NEVER NEVER DO THATTT,PLEASE JUST CALL ME NEXT TIME ILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU NO MATTER WHAT!!”

“But i didnt wanna bother you too-”

“NO DONT YOU DARE PIN THIS ON YOURSELFF YOURE NOT A BOTHER AND YOU NEVER WILL BE!! NOT TO ME AND NOT TO ANYONE ELSE!!! PLEASE.WEVE GOTTEN THROUGH THINGS TOGETHER BEFORE AND WE’LL DO IT AGAIN!EVEN IF WE HAVE TO DO IT A HUNDRED TIMES MORE.!”

“You mean the world to me y/n and i dont know what id do if i lost you.please,never do it.”

He skipped class that day,and when he told mr aizawa,he understood.

He and you got comfy and momo made yall one of those ceiling projectors.

You guys watched your favorite comfort movie and fell asleep in eachothers arms.

The next day he took you to all your favorite places and suffice to say,it was the best day you’d ever had!

Izuku Midoriya

GIF by ageofthesith

Izuku is scared

He’s scared as HELL

Like he loves knowing abt everyone and everything

But he hasnt seen you like this

At least not this bad.

So he’s scared that he’ll do some wrong

He didnt want to hurt anybody,most of all you

So he stood there for a while and when you turned to where he was standing, something just broke

And you ran into his arms

He was still in shock but out of instinct,he held onto you and he held on like his life depended on it and it did in a way

You were his everything his first love and the only person who had always been in his corner(other than his mom)

He loved you to the moon and back

And the fact that you were suffering alone all this time shook him to his core

And that night he listened as you let go of all your sadness and frustrations

All you misery and all your anger

He listened and he understood

Because to even a certain extent he too had felt the same way

And you both found comfort in how you would always be there for eachother.

No matter what,come rain or shine, izuku would be there,till the end of the line!

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please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but this story? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Reblogs and comments>>>>>>>>>>>>likes

(#jaya writes #jaya writes for mha0_o #jaya writes for bnha 0_o)

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki x you #kirishima x you #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x y/n #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijirou x reader #kirishima x y/n #denki x reader #denki x you #kaminari x reader #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari denki x reader #izuku x you #izuku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #izuku midoriya x you #izuku midoriya #tw:suicide attempt #jaya writes

[pxmegranates]

→ ❛One Way Train❜

→ Pairing ; Warden Ingo x Reader

→ Quote ; ❛❛It was perhaps that moment that caused a shift in Ingo, something telling him to seek further, to seek much more than what meets the eye, and he was determined, even if it was a one way train towards victory.❜❜

→ Genre ; Romance , hurt/comfort if you squint

→ A/N ; Phew, one hefty fic out of the way, i admit i was initially gonna make it Ingo and not Warden Ingo but, it just seemed to fit better to have it done with the latter. Hope ya'll like it!

Reality, to most people, was nothing but a mere curse, something people werent fond of, something people escaped from on the daily, be it through games or through fantasy. It was something everyone, one way or another, wanted to run away from, at least to some extent. 

Some wished to escape for the sake of finding a new world, some wanted to escape for the sake of leaving situations that werent favorable for them, be it physically, mentally, or both, and then there were some who simply chose to escape from reality as is, no exact meaning about it. Be whichever it be, it is the truth for most people, perhaps, including you.

But for Ingo, this couldnt be farther from the truth. For him, the world as he knew, the “reality” that he knew grew to be a cold spectacle for tired eyes. Everyone he knew, everyone he had met and had exchanged words with. It was all nothing but code and strings of binary. At first, it all felt like a sick twisted game, something not meant for him to find out, something that went against everything that he once knew, but he knew that it was true, especially when he put every single little thing into consideration. 

The eyes of the trainer were hollow, empty, cold, a mere vessel for who was truly playing the cards of the reality he laid in—Not to mention, days and nights seemed to pass by rather quickly the more he focused on it, lasting only a few hours, it was intriguing in some sense, but in another, it was creepy. Trying to talk to other members about these findings would bring about one of two things: Either they were completely oblivious to these happenings, or they ignored him, as if he didnt exist.

But they never ignored you.

In fact, it was as if at times, their speech was mostly triggered by your presence alone, you being in the limelight caused them to be able to speak about certain topics, but Ingo knew better than to cause a disturbance on the reality he was set in. Was it a joke from Arceus? Was it a gift? A curse? To be aware of how hollow and empty things were once he realized something wasnt right? something wasnt adding up? He wanted to know so desperately, just as much as he wanted his memories to come back.

But they were just whispers, fleeting and ephemeral in the darkness of his mind.

At one point an idea would pop into his mind, simple enough for it to be a flame of curiosity sparking into his head, he’d try and focus on the moments he had experimented before, before looking ahead from his position to where you’d be. Usually, and another thing he had taken notice of, was the fact that everytime you seemed to “leave”, Akari would stop full on her tracks before disappearing, just like that, in thin air. It was an odd spectacle, sometimes it happened right beside him, other times it happened a few steps away from him, either way, it was… creepy, to say the least.

Thats why, when he saw you come in again, he didnt waste any time on trying to get to talk to you, even if it put at risk his own existence. He already had been at a standstill between doing what he had been doing up until now, and breaking free from those orders, in the end, he had nothing to lose.

“Excuse me” He’d begin, noticing as you turned around to face him, this was his chance. “Do you, know whats happening lately?”

“What… What’s happening…?”

And for the first time in what seemed to have felt days on end, perhaps months wondering what was happening around, he heard a voice, resonating across the plane he stood in like the wind, the sun, and the rain. He looked around for a moment, just to make sure he wasnt the only one who heard it, yet, it seemed like that was the case, the only one to be graced by such a miracle, he felt… eager to hear more.

“Excuse me, I know this might be very sudden” He continued, explaining carefully what was happening before saying. “Please, I just want to know whats happening lately”

“Whats… happening lately…?” Your voice resonated yet again, in clear confusion as you tried to also make sense of the situation “Are-Are you talking to me?”

“Yes, I am speaking to you Akari… Unless that is not your name… How shall I refer to you then?”

That was the beginning of an unlikely conversation, where you tried to make amends with the world in which you were called, and Ingo tried to make amends with the world he was in. Ingo then learned that you were (y/n), a player for a game about Pokemon, and one where you had been the main player all along. Ingo wondered for long moments about it all, then, after all, he really had been living a lie all this time, had he not? A place that only exists in the palm of the hand of another, that only exists and is only alive when said another is playing it, it all felt hollow, but Ingo did his best to stay grounded, lest he wish to falter and screw this one chance up. 

He felt comfortable, though, hearing your voice, hearing you speak about all the things that conformed this world in the palm of your hand. You spoke to him about Pokemon not in Hisui, about pokemon he “used”, about chandeliers and moles, You also spoke to him about yourself, about what you did in your spare time, about what you did when you were bored, and how you managed to get through to this moment. You spoke to him about your history, and in return, he listened through the screen in a darkened room. He didnt know what you looked like, he didnt know what you were truly like, but time would bring afloat strings of love and of cherishment. It was slow, a slow burn candle that took days, weeks and perhaps even months before he started falling for someone he had met through unlikely means.

“Work was so boring… did I tell you about the problems my friends had?” You said once, standing right by Ingo in game as he listened intently, his silver eyes right over the figure of Akari. She didnt answer, she didnt look at him, but he could hear your voice nonetheless, and that was enough for him as is.

“I dont think so” Was his reply, with a warm smile. It was a rare occurrence, but lately he had been smiling more often, casually. “Do you wish to talk about it?”

“Hm…” You stopped in your tracks for a moment, focusing on his smile, his face, everything.

Feelings werent one sided, by no means were they one sided. Truth to be told, you had been pinning on Ingo for a while now, emotions washing over you as you gazed over the man with a close watch, he was… perfect. To you he was perfection, a mirage in the darkness of your room. a mirage in the sadness of your world, you’d sigh before looking away for a few moments.

“Nah, its not that interesting” You’d say, not noticing the head tilt Ingo gave you as you focused on the elements of your room.

It was quaint, simple, just enough for you as you enjoyed life on a small flat in your city, and while it wasnt much, you were proud of yourself for leaving your parents home rather early, rather quickly, spreading your wings and flying off into the horizon. If only things were easier once in flight. 

The only thing illuminating your room was your tv, playing Pokemon Arceus non stop ever since you got to know Ingo was self aware, ever since he asked you what was happening. At first you were skeptical, but you grew to accept it. After all, did it hurt to believe in fairytales just for a moment?

“(y/n)?” He’d call out to you, your head turning quickly to the tv as you held you switch in your hands. “Is everything ok?”

“Y-Yes… Just, thinking”

“Oh?”

“...Just… You’re, real, right? Everything, all of this is, really happening, right?”

Silence covered the world for a long moment, only the sound of passing cars and crickets could be heard, the sound of the wind in game, of the pokemon. Ingo would think for a long moment before nodding, with a reassuring smile.

“Yes, I am really here.”

“... I just-”

“I’ll prove it to you, just you wait”

It was perhaps that moment that caused a shift in Ingo, something telling him to seek further, to seek much more than what meets the eye, and he was determined, even if it was a one way train towards victory. Albeit this time something was different, the sensation that filled him was far too different than what he did when he first talked to you, when he first explored the reality of his situation with you, things were simply different now, because he now had something to lose. Yet, he persisted. In the few moments you turned the switch off he’d spend the time exploring the world he was set in, with a completely different lense than when he wasnt aware of his reality as a person stuck in a videogame. At least that was a way to see it, wasnt it? You made him feel alive, young, everything a person should feel, then why, oh why wouldnt he try to get what he started to ache for?

It started with little things, crossing boundaries in the landscape, exploring past points where, naturally, there’d be nothing for him to see. He’d explore past the limits, and in between those limits would he find the complexities of the world he was in, the coding, the binary that he loathed previously was now at the palm of his hand, and, with ab objective at mind, the characteristic determination of the Subway Boss would kick in his mind, and thus, he’d play god within his own realm. What once was a comfortable routine, a comfortable space, had become claustrophobic, to be locked inside the confines of the place he was in, and he wanted out. He wanted to show you how much, that he was real, lest his morale falter, he didnt want to disappoint you after all.

So he’d work, day and night, anytime you werent home or you werent awake, he’d do his best to bring his dream to fruition with the very few knowledge of the mechanics of the world, but he was a fast learner, and he knew very well how to play the cards of any situation to his favor. It wouldnt be until one fateful night he’d find the answer to it all, exploring the code while you were at work, he’d stumble upon a void he hadnt seen before, like the strange outbreaks that sometimes occurred in the plains, he’d take a step forward, wanting to explore this new continent that could be what he had been waiting all these weeks. 

Carefully and slowly would he step out, one foot, second foot, then the body and the arms, and he’d find himself in a place that was reminiscent of what he had always heard. ‘My room isnt that much’ You had told him once, ‘Just a bed, some shelves with a bit of old merch, a few posters and, uhm… furniture…’. Everything was just like how you told him, perfectly still, perfectly set, everything was just, perfect.

He’d explore around your room for a few moments, his fingers grazing over the bed, the shelves, stopping on the figures of what seemed to be him only that, much younger, and someone else, a man dressed in white with an everlasting smile. His fingers would hoover above your desk, the little trinkets you had in your room, before he’d step outside of that small world into the rest of the apartment.

You’d be dispatched early from work when it happened, though, when you realized you had left your switch on and only you knew how much you’d have to pay for the electricity bills in the upcoming weeks. Usually you allowed your switch to stay off the television when it didnt need to charge, but most of the time you left it charging, just to ensure you wouldnt lose Ingo, just to ensure you wouldnt lose him. Afraid of loss (and your electricity bill, which had been quite hefty these past months), you’d run to your apartment, backpack on your shoulder and keys in your hand once you’ve reached it. Your apartment wouldnt have changed exponentially, if anything, it’d be just the same, only that a certain scent of the wild would come around. Reaching the living room though, you’d drop your backpack and your keys, seeing a scene unfold within your small world.

“Ingo?” You’d ask, watching the man who, once facing his back to you, now turned with a surprised expression before calm washed over him. “Is, Is that you?”

A myriad of emotions would cover your body, you’d be filled with surprise, anxiety, fear, confusion, and an inexplicable sense of longing. One that had followed you for a long, long time now. Ingo on the other side would sigh, as if he had been holding his breath ever since he had gotten there, he’d sigh and focus on the moment currently happening, walking towards you with care, carefully, as if wanting to say.

“Yes, it is me, darling”

You’d break down instantly, then, you knew to recognize the shape of those eyes, the color of them that was unique to him. Falling into the floor he’d hurry to catch you, holding you into your arms with love and care, he’d hold you close and run his fingers through your hair. You were here, he was here, it was a perfect miracle in your eyes, a beautiful moment in his, and even if he couldnt go back, he didnt care, just being here by your side was enough for him.

You cried in his arms, you laughed, you sobbed and you giggled, a heavenly mixture of emotions as they all crashed down on your body as you tried to make sense of it, but he hushed you down with sweet nothings, his calloused hands wiping away your tears. You could feel him, feel his scent, feel all of him, and it was serendipitous. 

“Im here” He’d say, clashing your foreheads together softly. “Im finally here, my love.”

#🌙;Moonlit dreams #self aware pokemon #self aware ingo #ingo x reader #warden ingo x reader #self aware au

[yb-cringe]

i think 4halo have been churned time and time again and i dont think there needs to be a discussion on how much they mean to each other in either a platonic or romantic sense

but i think my one lasting despair about them is that we never actually had bad explain why he was doing what he was doing when the kids disappeared

the vultures the self harm the suicidal ideation the fact that he knew all the harm he was doing to his friends by becoming the worst version of himself that he hated

he was hurting because he was doing it for the eggs but also because he was doing it for Forever. for a lot of his friends but specifically him. he was doing it because he promised he’d make them pay for what they did to him. to all of them.

and to an extent i think forever knew bad was hurting and sad and was trying to do his best to improve that and he really did make a change by switching bad’s script from showing how much everyone loved him but forever never got to see how deep those scars went, never got to know how much of an impact he had on bad. on his actions.

tl;dr — its easy for qbad, i think, to hurt himself and become worse for those he loves i think he slips into it like well made clothes. i think its hard as hell for him to try and drag himself back and he did that for his kids and he did that for forever and ill always be a little sad he didnt get to tell him that

#qsmp liveblogging #qsmp #tw self harm #tw sui ideation

[kichikichiko]

"Thats my girl"

YALL IVE BEEN GONE FOR TOO LONG MY BAD. This has been sitting in my drafts for a while so I decided to finish it 😴😴

Wanderer x fem!reader , suggestive a bit, violence, threats from wanderer, a bit ooc, not proofread

♡♡♡♡

The pure shock plastered on his face says it all.

One of the students of the akedamiya rushed to Wanderer and told him, in a frenzy how youve gotten yourself into a fight.

Wanderer stood there for a few seconds before tilting his head down and frowning "You better not be shitting with me Akeem."

Wanderer hated many things, ranging from insects to humans but if theres 1 thing he hated most, was someone using your name to get him to lower his guards, and apart of him cant fathom you getting into a fight.

You sometimes spoke too loud or too little, smiled a lot and is always willing to help everyone (ew people pleaser 😨😨😨😨❗️❗️❗️). Confrontation was so not something he considered to be a thing you'd do, let alone getting into a fight.

Akeem shaked his head and waved his arms around, showing he wasnt joking "No no Im serious! There was a comotion on the streets so went to check it out. I saw (name) fighting verbally with Halima, sooner or later it would turn into a physical fight-"

Wanderer stormed off in an instant, didnt bother to listen to the rest of Akeem's story, hell knowing Akeem his story would probably take all day to finish. Wanderer wasted no time to find you.

Wanderer was worried you'd get hurt, yet he knew he could trust you to defend yourself to an extent before he comes and saves you.

His eyes scanned the area in a hurry, hoping to catch a glimps of your hair or face or hear your voice from any direction. Lucky for him he heard your voice pretty quickly coming from behind, and he ran. For this once your loud voice was useful well... other than to scream out his name

As soon as Wanderer arrived he saw you holding Halima's arm shouting "say it again! I want to hear it! No no no dont you shy away! You could say it loud n clear the first time Im sure you can say it again but this time for everyone here to hear!"

"Get away from me you sick bitch!" Halima shouted yanking her arm away, raising a hand to slap you.

Before her hand could reach you a familiar hand took ahold of hers and dragged her away.

"Wanderer..." in awe you looked at him. He was pissed, extremely pissed, and you can see it in his face.

He started, voice low "keep your hands off of her you insect. Unless you want to die then by all means go ahead, but as any idiots Ive dealt with Im sure you wouldnt want that" letting go of her arm, Halima took a step back glancing at you with tears in her eyes before running away.

You looked back at him knowing he'll yell at you once you get home or maybe here on the streets. Before you could say a word, he dragged your arm away from the crowd and sped walked home.

"Wanderer-"

"Shut it (name). Dont say a word."

After a while youve reached the front door to your house.Everything went by so fast because suddenly Wanderer pinned you to the wall inside your home and slammed his lips against yours. It didnt take long for you to melt in the kiss.

After a while you pulled away and looked at him, "youre not mad?"

"Mad? Why would I be? I think that was hot. Are you hurt anywhere (name)?" Wanderer asked, cupping your cheek and caressed it.

"No Im not hurt.. dont worry. She just said some insufferable things about you and it made me mad. I guess I went a bit overboard..."

He laughed and kissed your neck "nah, do it again. How bout we take this to the bedroom?"

You moaned softly and nodded.

"Thats my girl"

♡♡♡♡

Yall fucked at the end yall know tht rite 💀

#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #fanfic #genshin imagines #x reader #genshin x reader #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #scaramouche x you #genshin scaramouche

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

if you don't mind me asking, what did you mean when you said "star warriors have a supernatural influence hinted"? i've watched the show twice (granted, i skipped a few eps both times) and i've never quite caught anything like that. maybe i'm misunderstanding, but the other stuff you mentioned is (much to my pleasure!) very popular theory/fanon and it really piqued my interest when you mentioned something i didn't quite recognize.

okay so I took so long to answer this because i really didnt feel like rewatching any of the anime. So the compromise is just me going over a few episodes of note, rather than combing through the whole anime. There is a few things that i definitely have not talked about in this post.

And for reference, I'm mainly using the new Operation HNK sub, not the old sub, nor the dub version, as my main point of reference--bar one notable exception!

So! Star Warriors are strongly hinted to be something with supernatural influence rather than warriors with a simple title.

What exactly do I mean by "something with supernatural influence"? There aren't any better words to really describe it with, as the anime itself is incredibly vague. The general idea is that Star Warrior is something inherent to a person, and that there are some things in the anime about them that can't exactly be explained without calling them "supernatural" to an extent.

The explanation that I see for what exactly a Star Warrior is outside of it being a supernatural thing, is that it is some sort of military rank (usually for the GSA) that is earned. With the possibility of Star Warrior being a earned rank in mind, I will occasionally compare some things against it.

I'm beginning with Ep. 1, with a simple observation.

There are several things that cement the fact that Kirby is a star warrior well before his time reaching Popstar. So, it was not Meta Knight who have him the title.

By a glance, both Meta Knight and the NME Salesman were able to recognize that Kirby was a "genuine star warrior", although Kirby has no symbolism or memorabilia with him that would suggest an affiliation with the army.

Additionally, this is just personal, but I genuinely find it difficult to believe that Kirby would have been granted some sort of military rank. If Star Warrior IS a rank, then it would be a high one because NME is so interested in targeting them specifically (to be covered). ESPECIALLY because he wasn't even supposed to be awake for another 200 years, Kirby can barely speak or focus yet, and because he knew no sword technique until Meta Knight taught him in Ep. 3.

Kabu also refers to Kirby as a warrior that exceeds spacetime, though that could possibly be chalked up to the stasis he was in.

Additionally, On two separate occasions when Meta Knight is looking at Kirby (once in the first ep and another in the 3rd) there seems to be some weird… Connection? Sense? Out of body experience? I'm hesitant to call this any definite proof however because the scene is vague and this has literally ZERO explanation. It could be a supernatural connection between star warriors, or simply Meta Knight Being Weird And Explaining Nothing.

In the racing episodes, there are two notable things

Again, this is no definite proof, but it is INTERESTING with the implications. If Star Warrior's have their own cradles, this heavily suggests that being a Star Warrior is something a person is born with, rather than something that happens later in life. And again, i find it genuinely hard to believe that the GSA would rank infants with that high of a title.

ALSO there is one episode where Meta Knight says that he has been waiting for a "new generation of Star Warriors" or something like that but i do NOT want to find that so. source: trust me bro.

In the second half of this special, there is a scene where Meta Knight has Kirby's brakes cut, Kirby's ship is out of control, and he sleeps. His ship is crashing and he is ASLEEP. However. Before he crashes, he wakes up and uh. Just knows how to pilot his spaceship. Literally, just knows how to do it like an instinct.

Kirby seems just as confused as Tokori about how he got the skip to fly, although Meta Knight seems like he knew this would happen. This is a Star Warrior thing, according to him.

And this isn't any copy ability, either. He just woke up knowing how to fly his spaceship. Furthermore, it seems like Star Warriors mastering control of spaceships is something notable enough that 1. NME is not surprised it happened, like it just happens every Tuesday and 2.Important enough for the Salesman to report to Nightmare.

Also, there is the matter of Kabu. Kabu is a multi-planetary being who is undeniably supernatural, being omnipresent to some degree and being able to fix Warp Stars and give people visions, etc... And Kabu is allied with Star Warrior's specifically, and acts like a hospital to them, as well as a protector, but for nobody else.

Do you get what I mean when I say it is heavily implied now?

And uh. there was one thing that I purposefully left out until now.

In the new version of the sub, Kabu says that there were multiple demon beasts who rebelled against Nightmare, and it is assumed that these rebels are Star Warriors.

I am hesitant to use this as the gatcha card, so I checked out the old sub AND the dub to see what is changed in this scene.

DUB: Said only one creation rebelled and it may or may not be Kirby, though kinda dodgy.

OLD SUB: Said only one creation rebelled and its strongly implied to be Meta Knight rather than Kirby

I have a transcript for all three versions of this specific scene, so you can read and decide for yourself.

THE IDEA OF ALL THE STAR WARRIORS BEING MONSTERS IS SO FUN BUT IT IS INCONSISTENT SO DO WITH IT WHAT YOU WILL. There is one thing I want to bring up though in relation to this.

Dakonyo talks like there are demon beasts who looked like Kirby specifically. And there is at least five other orbs in the anime who COULD have once been demon beasts. So. do with this what you will.

Overall, there's just too many instances for me to brush off and i think everything kinda adds up to make the explanation of "star warrior is a ranked title" seem unplausible.

TLDR: HEAVILY IMPLIED Star Warriors are kinda supernatural.

Also fun fact that I found out while searching for screenshots! Garlude (at least in the new sub) is never referred to as a Star Warrior, but rather a Galaxy Soldier!

#sent to snappy #kirby #hoshi no kirby #kirby right back at ya #star warriors #meta knight #NEVER HAVE ME WRITE A POST ABOUT THIS EVER AGAIN THIS TURNED OUT WAY TOO LONF #AND THAT WAS ONLY LIKE SIX OF THE EPISODES #but yeah. its vague but thats why i say heavily implied lmao

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @dreatine - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

Secret Admirer

He really doesnt know how you dont notice. The way he laughs at any joke you make, how his eyes follow you around the room wherever you go, how nothing can possibly distract him from you because he’s distracted by you constantly. Doctor Spencer Reid, 99% of the time the highest IQ in any room he walks into, and you have him completely baffled.

He doesnt even need to look up to know it’s you that’s just walked in. It could be you or Derek since you are the only two not yet at work, but some part of Spencer has a sixth sense for you, and his eyes immediately abandon the pages of the book in front of him. There you are, strolling in like a goddess, that same gorgeous smile on your face that you greet all your coworkers with. He waits just a few seconds, and that very smile falls on him.

“Good morning Spencie!” You call out.

He grins back at you and lets go of his book with one hand to wave at you. Spencie. People have referred to him as Spence before, but Spencie? That was something entirely unique to you. For a while, Derek and Rossi made fun of it and referred to him as “Spencie”, too. It was no discredit to you, it was purely because Spencer was never embarrassed to hear you call him that, which all his professional profiling friends knew meant one thing: he liked it, and that was cause for some light bullying. At first, Spencer was mildy irritated by it, but they never made the jokes when you were around, and because you were never given the chance to potentially take offence, it didnt take long for him to discard all negative reactions, and his friends realised his positive feelings towards you were stronger than they thought.

Of course the entire team knew. Did he really think a room filled with profilers wasnt going to pickup on his big fat whopping crush? Spencer knew they’d figure it out eventually. What shocked him most was your obliviousness. He made no real effort to hide his feelings towards you, he couldnt. He gave you at least one compliment a day, whether it related to something you said on a case, remembering someone’s coffee order when they didnt even ask you to get them a coffee, or regarding a new hairstyle you’d tried out. He got very protective of you whenever a case turned dangerous and you were at risk. Spencer knows you are trained and can take care of yourself, but that doesnt mean he wont fear for your safety. The only way he could make his feelings more obvious would be to walk up to you and tell you he’s in love with you, which he couldnt possibly do. He’d rather get shot. Again.

“You should do something for her on Valentine’s Day.” A quiet voice speaks from behind him, Emily.

Spencer tears his gaze from you and clears his throat, staring back down at his book. Even though the entire team knew, he wasnt just going to admit it.

“I dont know what you’re talking about.” He says.

Emily sighs. “Sure you dont. All Im saying is, the tradition of being something synonymous with confidential adorer, might be your best shot at figuring out if she’s interested without just asking her out.”

Emily walks away from Spencer before he has the chance to reply, even though he probably wouldnt have, given that his mind has been blown by what she just told him. Something synonymous with confidential adorer...secret admirer! That might not be a bad idea! And with a week until Valentine’s, he has plenty of time to plan this one out.

Despite Spencer Reid’s brain being a working miracle, he decided to note down his plans, just to make sure he didnt forget anything. Even though it is literally impossible for him to forget anything, unless it traumatises him to the extent of needing a hypnotist to unlock memories for him. But that was years ago.

Red roses. Those were on the list, but he couldnt buy them in bulk. He would have to buy the first ones individually for his first idea, the final dozen were the last part of the plan.

For the next week, everyday when you walked into work, there was a single red rose waiting on your desk. On the first day, you laughed and picked up the rose, looking around and asking who was pranking you. When nobody joined in your laughter, you realised that someone had left you a rose with intent, and that everyone on the team knew that. Spencer analysed the reason behind your laugh, and based on previous conversations with you in which you admitted you’d never been anyone’s Valentine, he concluded that you didnt believe anyone could have enough of an interest in you to treat you that way, because it had never happened. On the second day, you were shocked and silent, blushing and quietly sitting down at your desk, twirling the rose gently around your fingers. On the third day, you walked in and just grinned from ear to ear the moment you saw another rose waiting at your desk. On the fourth day, the team was called in at 4am, and you ran in, hoping to catch out the mysterious rose-deliverer, but even then there was a rose waiting. Your tired eyes teared up at that. On the fifth day, you squealed and jumped around everyone’s desks, clutching the rose and running to Penelope’s office to show it to her. On the sixth day, your entire being lit up at the sight of the small piece of paper sitting next to the rose. Spencer studied how you immediately attached yourself to his words, the fact you hadnt received a note with any of the previous roses put so much weight on the few words.

You are the most beautiful person in the world, to me, and to everyone that has ever met you.

Your back was to him when you read the note, but he heard you sniffle, then take a deep breath and hold the note to your chest, before you tucked it away carefully in your bag. Though you got plenty of work done that day, your eyes drifted to the rose beside you every minute or so.

On the seventh day, Valentine’s Day, you walk into the office slowly, almost hesitantly. When you see the rose there waiting, you smile sadly. Spencer frowns as you pick it up and hold it to your chest.

“The last one.” You chuckle, and Spencer understands. You think that‘s it, it‘s over. He smiles to himself and glances back down at the files on his desk, reassuring himself that later on today, that sadness will disappear. Or in fact, in a few seconds.

This time, the note is in an envelope, which you gently tear open, as though even the envelope is precious because it’s from the rose-sender.

Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.

Instead of making everybody else a coffee, why dont you just make yourself one?

You freeze, and Spencer can practically hear the cogs turning in your head. In seconds, you speed over to the coffee machine, and sure enough there’s another note.

We’ve worked on many cases, some were a botch, but if you really want to know who I am, maybe you should ask…

“HOTCH! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!” You shout as you sprint to his office door.

Aaron laughs and opens his door, handing you another note with a smile.

Although you’re only finding out about this now, my affections for you have lived far longer than a year. If you want to find out more, visit the person whose surname rhymes with “year” (but only if you pronounce “year” with a British accent).

He admits those poems are not of the highest quality, but he was nervous! Not to mention, he wasnt exactly worried about iambic pentameter, more so making sure you could figure out what he was saying.

You burst out laughing. “PENELOPE GARCIA I AM ON MY WAY!” And then you’re running to her office.

Spencer cant see your reaction to his next note from where he’s sitting, he cant make it obvious that he’s the culprit so he has to stay in his seat. However, when you return to your desk with a pouty face, Rossi asks what’s wrong before Spencer gets the chance to. You show him the note you got from Penelope.

Im afraid that when it comes to being confronted by you in the daylight, Im a vampire. But trust that you will see me soon. In fact, you’ve already seen me, countless times.

“How can I trust them when I dont know who they are?” You ask the group as they form a circle around you.

JJ wraps an arm around you reassuringly. “Whoever it is, you know them and you trust them, you know that, you just havent linked their personality to these events.”

You nod slowly. “I guess you’re right, it just sucks. I want to know who it is so bad, it’s keeping me up at night!”

Thankfully, the rest of that day is spent writing up reports and filing, nobody has called the team and demanded they get on a flight to wherever. These days arent common, but they’re possible, and Spencer couldnt be happier that one of them has arrived today. He cant help thinking luck might be on his side, or maybe Hotch has somehow scheduled this perfectly for him. Either way, he’s very grateful.

But the end of the day comes sooner than expected, and he finds himself packing up his stuff with shaking hands. You’re distracted, in the middle of a conversation with Rossi, thank goodness. Spencer darts out of the building, getting everything in place in exactly the amount of time he’d predicted he could do this in. 23 seconds. By the time he’s hidden himself, you’re just pushing the building doors open.

You approach your car, eyes immediately locking onto the envelope on your windshield. Now your hands are shaking just like his. You reach for it, opening it so slowly it’s painful for Spencer to watch. Once it’s open, you unfold the page in your hands and start to read.

(Y/N),

You captured my heart from the moment you first smiled at me. You introduced yourself with bubbliness that I was so sure wouldnt survive in this job, but you proved me so wrong. Every single day, you walk into work with the brightest smile on your face. You make it your mission to improve the lives of every person you meet, I dont even think you try, it comes naturally to you. Trying to resist falling for you was futile, and so instead, I revel in it. My feelings for you are not hidden, everybody else can see them. You wouldnt believe the amount of people we’ve met on cases who have pulled me aside and told me to just ask you out. You are the sunshine of the BAU, not the crown jewel, but the crown itself, because without you none of us would make it. And seeing you light up everyday this week because of a simple gesture like a rose, it brings me more joy and pride than anything else ever could. Though you arent aware that my heart is yours, you handle it with such care, and if my only way of returning that favour is to make you smile with roses, I’ll deliver them everyday, until my last breath.

I didnt want to come up with rhymes for Derek, David, JJ or Emily, and send you on an unnecessarily long goose chase, so I suppose all that’s left to say is...hello, it’s me, your secret admirer.

“A-Are you here?” You ask without turning around.

“Yes.” Spencer replies, and he notices your body beginning to tremble as you slowly turn to face him.

“Spencer.” You breathe, your hands immediately covering your mouth as though his name is new to your lips. You had never suspected it was him, but now you see it couldnt have been anyone else.

Spencer steps out of the shadows, a bouquet of a dozen red roses in his hands. He holds them out to you, and you slowly take them, before launching yourself at him. To avoid crushing the flowers, you hold them in one hand and keep that hand at his back as you hug him, crying into his shirt. Spencer wraps his arms around you in a state of shock, feeling his heart swell in his chest.

“Th-Thank you!” You sob, and Spencer shushes you quietly.

“You dont need to thank me, you deserve romantic gestures like this and so much more.” He coos.

You pull away from him to wipe your eyes with your free hand, and Spencer cant help noticing how adorable you look, smiling through your happy tears.

“You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever known, Spencie.” You tell him, and he beams at you.

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

Your eyes widen. “I have something for you!”

Spencer’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as you awkwardly fish through your bag with your free hand, until you retrieve a piece of paper of your own. You pass it to him, and he’s about to open it, but your phone beeps.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding.” You groan in frustration, throwing your head back dramatically.

“What is it?” Spencer asks.

You shake your head and put your phone away. “I love Hotch, but Im about to disembowl him for this timing. Wheels up in 30, come on!” You grab Spencer’s arm and drag him back into the building.

As much as Aaron may have tried to avoid a case on Valentine’s Day, this one couldnt be avoided. It was one of those “this is so urgent I’ll brief you on the jet” cases. By the time the brief is over, the team all but collapse from exhaustion. The flight is a few hours, people can afford to have a nap. Spencer, though, is wide awake. You’re curled up in the seat beside him, the blanket you always bring on the jet is shielding the entirety of you, apart from your head, which is resting on Spencer’s shoulder as you sleep soundly. Not wasting another second, he takes your note from his pocket and unfolds it, his curiosity has been eating him alive for so long he feels like a skeleton.

I honestly dont even know where to begin with this. I have no idea who you are, but I hope. Because if it isnt who I hope it is, this cant go anywhere, I’ll have to let down anyone that isnt him. And it cant be him, can it? The impossible man, the genius with a heart of gold, the encyclopaedia of endlessly fascinating facts that I could listen to forever. I dont make a habit of putting people on pedestals, but him? How could I not? He’s an angel of a man. And as much as I dont think Im worthy of his affection, it would be an honour to be loved by him, and for that, I hope. I hope, because Spencer, if it isnt you, I wont know what to do. But hey, just in case it is, maybe I should keep this with me if you ever reveal yourself? Jeez, look at me, living on nothing but hopes. But for you? If hope’s all I’ve got, even that is a dream.

Spencer blinks away the tears in his eyes. Of all people, you only hoped for him. And the way you described him, you adore him in the same way he adores you. He looks down at your face, sleeping peacefully on his shoulder with a delicate smile. Without tearing his gaze from you, he folds the note back up and slides it in his pocket. Spencer smiles down at you, lifting his hand to ever so gently tuck some stray strands of hair behind your ear, before leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you for letting me be your secret admirer.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #x reader #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon

[syscourse-confessions]

sorry this is VERY long but i have to get it off my chest

the idea that you have to have DID/OSDD-1 to be any sort of multiple/plural really fucked us up and led us to misdiagnosing ourself. it led us to such a horrible place in life

i remember my anti-endo friends used to call us "the only good endo" before convincing us to self-dx. i didnt even consider myself endogenic but that didn't matter to them, anyone different from them was an endo. they wouldn't let any headmates other than our host speak anywhere except for their own dedicated channel, while every other system's alters could speak anywhere they wanted. a lot of us felt so isolated

we were pressured by our anti-endo friends to take on the label of an OSDD-1 system, despite us barely knowing a thing about the disorder. this is not how self-diagnosis should go, but we felt like we would never truly have their support if we didn't follow what they wanted us to do. they celebrated this decision and for a long while, we thought that we really did have this disorder

i remember when i found out that those friends had made a discord channel to talk about me and my systemhood behind my back, speculate about my trauma, try to pick apart our words to find any hint of amnesia, and liveblogged what i thought were private conversations i was having about my trauma and questioning systemhood. i felt so mortified and violated but i said nothing

they did this because they thought my headmates sounded "too genuine" to not be DID alters

the anti-endo community sent me down this deep spiral of shame and dissociation, life felt even more like walking through a thick fog. i was being told who i was/wasn't allowed to talk to. what experiences i did/didn't have. what words i was/wasn't allowed to use. if i did or said the wrong thing, it would make me a bad person, so i better have stayed in fucking line

communities that were supposed to be focused on trauma recovery always focused so heavily on making fun of and bullying endogenic systems and suicide-baiting. even back when i was anti-endo, i felt so uncomfortable with the extent it got to, but i was not allowed to speak out against it

i started to question my self-dx and the anti-endo community when, based on no evidence other than the types of headmates we had, some people we knew started to tell us that we must have been through a very severe type of abuse that we just... never did, in reality. they told us that we must have very severe amnesia (which we don't), so we can't trust what we know about our own experiences - they wanted us to trust THEM with what has happened with our life and what hasn't

i know. "not all anti-endos". but enough anti-endos to hurt me. and enough anti-endos to be present in every single online community i'd been a part of. and pro-endo spaces are far from perfect, but at least there's people actually fighting

when i started learning more about DID, OSDD (as a whole, not just -1), DDNOS, and UDD, and when i started learning more about non-DID/OSDD-1 experiences of plurality such as endogenic plurality, i shed the anti-endo label. i lost friends and my old communities, but i gained freedom and trust in myself, and i'm slowly starting to heal as i find newer communities who will accept us for who we are, as a non-DID/OSDD-1 adaptive plural

i'm sorry this is so incredibly long. i just..really needed this. i feel like my experiences were maybe not that bad or at least not bad enough but i was already in a very bad place so it all just affected us very much

💙.

💙 - Vent

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#syscourse #syscourse confessions

[cu-taibhseil]

this might not be a popular opinion and i mean it with the least amount of disrespect possible, to the families of the deceased: it's okay to recognize that the oceangate situation is sad. i wish we lived in a world where people didnt die as a consequence of their actions, but sometimes that happens. if you get on a shoddily built roller coaster chasing adrenaline, or you go spelunking and get stuck in a cave trying to chart a new cave system, or you choose to eat food that has possibly gone bad and risk it. sometimes the high risk/high reward situations pay off, and sometimes we're left here - angry at a company for allowing the situation to even be an option and angry at the people who lost their lives chasing a very slim high reward.

it's also okay to recognize that it's a sad situation and still not feel sad or upset by the news. was it something they deserved? no. was it something anyone deserved? no. but was it something that could be reasonably be expected from the choices they made? unfortunately yeah. choosing to spend their money on an "experimentally designed" submersible craft, choosing to sign a waiver that basically almost guarantees bad things are going to happen when walked through the fine print, and then actually getting into the craft after being given a tour of it were all choices those people made. and it turns out the perceived reward of seeing the titanic wreck in person wasn't worth it, because they lost their lives.

but when you think of the situation: person has 250k to spend on a tourist attraction. person has a decision to make: go for the high risk but possible high reward option, or go with the option that will guarantee you get home safe after your expedition? in this case the person(s) chose the high risk but possible high reward option. when they made the choice to pick the high risk they understood the risks. they signed the waiver and they talked to the CEO and they talked to people who'd been on the craft before. they were willing to risk death to tour that shipwreck.

and to those of you who are heartbroken over the 19yo who was on board: it's objectively sad that a promising business student lost his life (presumably) trying to bond with his dad. can we spend time mourning his trust in his dad to keep him safe? yeah. but should we sit here and continually say "he was just a baby! he's a kid! he doesnt know better!" he was a business student who lived in a separate city (if not country) from his dad. he was an adult person, able to drink, drive a car, vote, fight for his country - the whole nine. it's so incredibly disrespectful to place the blame of his death entirely on his father's shoulders as if he didn't also understand the risks. i know that the prefrontal cortex isn't fully formed until a person is 25, but he had some ability to make choices and he unfortunately made the wrong one. he's a grown man who made a wrong / ill-informed choice just like his dad and the other men on the craft.

i dont understand how you can sit there and be completely heartbroken when these men talked with people who'd been on the craft before, they'd signed the waivers, they'd been somewhat informed (not to the extent they should've been and that blame sits squarely on the shoulders of the next CEO of oceangate) that the craft was "experimental" in nature and not up to par with other submersibles in the same field. presumably these men were experienced divers and had spent time in submarines. they knew some of the red flags when they'd seen them right off, and others were more hidden from them. example: a boat taking the craft out to the drop site. it's my understanding that submersibles usually leave ports because of inspection laws. the men aboard the ship would've noticed the change in protocol. they would've noticed and they chose not to care, or chose to focus on the possibility of the high reward.

while it's objectively sad that this happened, it's okay to not feel actually sad over this. the people on the craft knew it was an option from the get-go, and remember they'd weighed the risks and the rewards and they'd decided with their grown ass adult brains that the slim possibility of the reward would be worth risking their lives for. it's sad. but when it boils down to it, they made a wrong choice; they played a stupid ass game and won the worst prize of all.

#personal #oceangate #oceangategate #titan #titanic wreck #titanic

[acherontiarchivist]

Can I request a S/O that just so in love with Gabriel May face and his reaction to it! Gender-neutral please! ;w;

Thank you so much for this ask! I had a lot of fun writing this for him, and I hope you enjoy reading it just as much! I went with a ficlet format rather than a headcanon format, if that's alright.

Gabriel with an S/O that loves his face under the cut! Gender neutral, very, very fluffy! It's what he deserves

Gabriel is very aware of the way people stare at him in horror the first time they see his face. Though you had stared at him, there was something… different, about it.

At first he didn't know what to make of it. Under the scrutinizing glances of anyone else, he could read the repulsion, the fear, the apprehension on their faces. But your reaction was something new. Where you would greet him with a warm smile and open arms, they made him feel insecure. Though he had found the family he had been looking for in his sisters and mothers, that was the extent of acceptance and satisfaction he had received from the world. That is, until you arrived. Whether it was the prior debriefing given to you by Madison, or the context that he had not been in a murderous rampage when you met, he didn't care. You were different all the same. His emergence was always met with your unwavering smile, you never made him feel unwanted or inconvenient. The blood never bothered you either, in fact you were the only one to ever ask him if it hurt, the only one to take the time to carefully wash his hair, to wipe his face clean. He loved the moments when you carefully dabbed the wrinkles and crevices of his face with cotton swabs, when you would giggle as his face scrunched at the ticklish, feather-light touches– how you would call him cute.

One of his favorite activities with you involved laying his head in your lap as you would play movies or albums that you would recommend him, all the while all of your attention would be on examining his features; caressing his cheek, thumb ghosting over his lips, tracing the sinews and muscle slow as if exploring every path of a vast a labyrinth. He knew every time you suggested new media to him, it would just be an excuse to touch him– to map out his entire being, hoping even to find a new secret, some part of him you'd never known before– and he didnt mind at all. It was your longing to be closer to him,but you almost didn't dare say it.

It made him feel a warmth he'd never known. Your presence had grown to be an instant relief for him. Eventually, you had let slip absentmindedly as you brushed the hair from his face, a sort of confession, "I've become so familiar with your lovely face, Gabriel. I just know I could sculpt it from clay with my eyes closed."

He had to kick himself for his reaction, as you were sure to have taken the sudden tensing of his body and subsequent standing up from the couch as a show of repulsion. Of course, his pacing and silence didn't help.

"I'm sorry, I- I crossed a line," he could hear your nervous laugh creeping between the words.

It was all too new to him. He had no idea how to properly articulate just how he felt when he barely understood it himself. So, he did the first thing that came to mind; he knelt down, practically sitting in your lap, and returned the affection you'd been showing him. His hands rested on either side of your own face, thumbs rubbing your cheeks, index finger running over the bridge of your nose. His heart swelled when you kissed his forehead and rubbed your noses together.

"You really are the most beautiful thing in the world to me." It was his favorite thing to hear from you, and you would remind him often. He would get so flustered that he would hide his face in the crook of your neck, or behind the fabric of his sweater.

His face was all he had left of himself, and it means everything to him that you earnestly love every part of him.

#gabriel may #gabriel may x reader #gabriel malignant #malignant 2021 #post content

[xomaleyaxo]

Broken Melodies → Blackpink 5th Member

Synopsis: When she tries to sing, all that escapes are broken melodies, each note echoing the shattered fragments of her heart.

Warnings: Talks about drug use (Very minor)

Word count: 1.2k

*Imagine Jennie as Rae*

June 8th 2019 (Didnt want to write too much of his scandal as Ik we should all move on and know that he has served his time and has changed truly for the better)

"Ahhh, that was so fun!" she exclaimed, walking towards their dressing room backstage with Lisa, linking arms. They had just finished their show in Macau, China, and were elated with the turnout and how everyone was enjoying themselves. Mirae settled on the couch, ready to fall asleep right there but couldn't due to the constant vibration of her phone.

"That's odd," she thought to herself, pushing the negative thoughts aside, assuming it was just her mom checking in on her. When she turned her phone on, she noticed multiple calls from Hanbin, her boyfriend, and frowned. He knew she had a concert, and he usually called a couple of hours later when she went to the hotel for the night. Checking the messages, she saw frantic ones from him, urging her to call him. She decided to wait and head to the hotel before calling him, not wanting to discuss anything serious with the staff around, especially the new tour staff that had joined them.

"Unnie, I'm going to the hotel," she informed Jennie and headed out with her manager, quickly briefing him on the situation. As she made it inside, she called him and laid down on her bed, wondering what was so urgent.

"Hello?" he said into his phone, sounding very sad and serious. "Hey baby," she said softly, sensing his sad tone. "Mirae ah," he said shakily. "Mhm?" she replied back, slightly worried about what he was going to say. "I'm leaving," he announced after a couple of moments of silence between them. "What?" she said sitting up, "What do you mean you're leaving?" she asked.

Hanbin paused, taking a deep breath before saying "I took some substances back in 2016, and it's all been exposed now. I have a drug test coming up, and a trial, and by tomorrow, I'm sure everyone in the world will find out. I can't let this jeopardize the group or you, so I'm leaving," he explained shakily. Mirae was shocked; she expected news, but not this. She knew he was struggling back in the day, but never to this extent. She could tell he was trying not to cry; this was undoubtedly mentally challenging for him, and she knew he needed her there to help calm him down and figure things out.

"Okay, hey, let's just breathe," she said into the phone, her eyes starting to tear up as she thought about the situation he was in. She loved him; she really did. However, in that moment, all she could think was, "Kim Hanbin, how were you such an idiot?" Knowing him, though, she understood how much he regretted it. She knew he would do anything to go back and change his mind, and that pained her immensely. The damage had been done, and now, she worried about what this would do to him mentally.

After hearing him breathe into the phone and calm himself down, she said, "Okay, now explain everything again slowly, what do you mean your going to leave?" She asked. "I talked to the boys, I confessed everything, apologized to them, and told them I'm leaving the group to prevent them from being caught up in this trial," he said, his voice cracking as he spoke.

She sighed into the phone, wishing she could be there with him and hold him. "Okay, if that's what you think is best," she said sadly, a tear running down her face. "What about us?" she asked a moment later, already anticipating what he was about to say but not wanting to believe it until he said so himself.

Hanbin was quiet for a moment, his heart breaking as he mustered the courage to say the words he desperately didn't want to. "It's over between us, it has to be. I will protect you with every fiber of my being and make sure that no one will even think of you being involved in this mess," she listened to his words and let her tears fall freely. She truly couldn't believe any of this was real.

"Baby, please," she said, her voice cracking as she held back sobs, "I love you. I'll stand with you and will be here no matter what the decision is," she pleaded into the phone. She could hear him break down, his sobs echoing through the phone, and it hurt— it hurt so bad.

"No, no, you can't. This is my mess, and I'll deal with it myself. The boys said the same thing, but I have to do this on my own. You all worked too hard for this to be the reason for all of you to get shunned from the industry," he said, sniffling and wiping his tears.

"Hanbin, please. How do you think this is going to go down? You're just going to leave us behind and try to forget us? We all love you, and no matter what, we will be here. Don't leave us like this" she said, her heart aching.

"This is my battle, Mirae, mine, and I will never drag you all into this mess. Anyway, you know even if we did continue this, how long could we hide? The media will be watching me like a hawk; they will find out instantly about our relationship, and you will come down with me. I cannot let that happen. This is your dream, and I've seen you work so hard for it," he explained.

Mirae was silent, listening to him. Her body ached, and she felt like she couldn't breathe. This was supposed to be her happy ending. After so many years of liking each other, they had finally gotten together. This was supposed to be the happiest time of her life. How could it go so wrong?

"How will we ever move on? We are in love, and my heart only beats for you, Hanbin. Only you. Do you think that you're doing me a favor by leaving like this? No, you're not. Even if you leave, I will always be wondering if you're eating, if you're sleeping, if you're taking your vitamins, if you're stressed. I'll always be wondering these things because I know you. I know this will mentally mess you up. So, even if you decide to block me and never pick up my phone again after this, you know I'll always be worried."

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me, please. You know I hate it when you worry," he said, leaning into his bed—the bed where they spent countless nights cuddled up and laughing about stupid things, the bed where they had their first times, the bed where she used to hold him when everything was going wrong, the bed where they wrote stupid songs and confessed their love for each other.

If it were any other situation, he would laugh at himself. When would he ever have the courage to break up with her? She was way too good for him anyway; everyone always said that. She was like a ray of sunshine that lit up every room she walked into. Her smile, with that deep dimple, made anyone with a heartbeat swoon as she smiled at them. She was the epitome of beauty, and here he was, breaking up with her? How stupid was he?

The pair sat in silence, only hearing sniffles through the phone, and though their hearts ached, they knew it was over. "It's getting late," he sighed, leaning his head against his pillow, "you must have had a long day, with the tour and everything."

"Don't you dare try and hang up this phone, Kim Hanbin," she said, her frustration at the situation coming out. Hanbin chuckled slightly at this, the first time in the day that he let out any sort of laugh or smile.

"I'm gonna miss you, you know?" he said softly, having no strength left to even speak clearly anymore. "I'll miss you too," she whispered and then slowly said, "So much."

"You know, one day we will have moved on from this. I hope you find someone that will be way better than I ever was." He said sadly. "There will never be anyone like you, Hanbin, ever. Even if, for some magical reason, I do find someone, I'll always be sitting there thinking about how it would have been with you," she said, sighing slightly.

"I'll always be cheering you on. Even if I never show it, even if you never hear from me again, I will. You are the brightest star, Mirae, the brightest, and don't you ever let anyone diminish you." He said.

"I know I messed up. I'm so sorry that this mistake led to all of this, and I hope you know that I would take it back in a heartbeat. I'm so sorry to break your heart, but just know that I love you and that this is for the better," he said after a couple moments of silence between them.

Mirae sat there listening to his words, not wanting to say goodbye, she knew that after this was over, Hanbin would remove her on everything and never contact her again to make sure that she is protected from any false allegations.

"Just promise me this," she said softly after their quiet moment. "Hm?" he said. "Promise me that you'll come back, no matter how long it takes. Just come back and make music, music that you love. Do what you love, Hanbin. Just promise me that. Promise me that once this mess is over, you'll truly find happiness and move on with your life. You did a stupid thing, we know, but don't let that ruin everything you've worked for. Come back and be happy, okay?"

Hanbin smiled at her words. He didn't know if he would ever come back to the public eye after this. His allegations were big, and he worried that nobody would ever truly like him again. However, her words touched something in him. He would try to find happiness, for her. She meant the world to him, and if she wished him to promise that to her, then he would fulfill it 100 percent.

"I promise" he said softly. Mirae smiled at that, for the first time since this call started and was proud of him. "We should probably end the call now right?" he said sadly. Mirae sighed and said "I guess"

Neither of them proceeded to move, feeling frozen in the moment. They didn't want this; of course, they didn't. However, they knew that it was over, and the world had to move on, even if they wished it stayed in place.

"I love you," he said, "Thank you for being one of the best things to come out of all of this. You are so, so special, Mirae, and I wish that one day, when we are both moved past this, we can talk and laugh at the memories and be proud of ourselves for getting through this."

She laughed at his words, tears starting to fall again. "I love you too," she said shakily before continuing, "Please take care of yourself, eat and sleep well, and just know that one day this too will pass. Thank you for all these beautiful memories, thank you for being there and being my constant throughout it all. It hurts to say goodbye, but let's meet one day and chat like old times."

"Alright, Goodnight," he said sadly, and she replied, "Goodnight, Hanbin," and with that, their call was over. As the call ended, Mirae sat in her room and just sobbed for what felt like hours. They were meant to head to Sydney the next day, and here she was, wanting to leave this all behind and go to him.

She knew she couldn't, though. Nothing could get Kim Hanbin out of this mess, and he knew it too. She felt sad for him, realizing how harshly the media judged and how even one mistake could jeopardize everything.

Regrets flooded her thoughts; perhaps if she had been there for him back then, he wouldn't have been compelled to resort to something like that. Maybe things would have been different, and iKON would still have had their loving leader who always put them and their needs above himself. The weight of "what-ifs" pressed heavily on her heart.

Thinking about the boys, she sent them all individual messages, asking them how they were doing and letting them know that she was there for them whenever they needed. Bobby responded immediately, asking her if she was alright and if Hanbin had contacted her. She let him know that they had broken up, and he called her, chatting with her and expressing how sorry he was.

He blamed himself, feeling that he could have helped Hanbin more during that time as the older one between them. Mirae reassured him that nothing could have been changed, and they all needed to find time to forgive him and move on. She knew he didn't want to put them in this position and that he was likely filled with remorse.

Ending the call with Bobby, she decided she needed to see her girls; only they could help her right now. She went to each of their doors and knocked, hoping they all came out together so she could tell them what was happening. Jisoo and Jennie made their way out from their doors first, she saw them and broke down, crying loudly into their arms. The pair looked at her confused, brought her into Jennie's room, and asked her what was going on.

Lisa and Chaeyoung came out a little while later and saw Mirae sobbing. They frantically asked what was going on, as it was very rare for the girl to be a crying mess. She explained what happened, and the girls all comforted her, held her, and helped calm her down.

As she finally fell asleep in Jennie's bed, the girls all huddled and messaged the iKON members, checking in on them before heading to their own rooms. They were shocked, as they never could have expected this to happen. They were all worried for the girl. They had two more tour dates happening, and they didn't know if she was well enough to perform, having just had her heart broken.

Jennie frowned seeing Mirae looking so sad, even in her sleep. The girl tucked her in and cuddled her, hoping to give her some warmth, knowing that this was her first breakup, especially from someone that was also her best friend.

June 13th 2019

5 days had passed, and slowly but surely, Kwon Mirae was starting to get better, attempting to shift her focus to the concert instead of what was going on back home. She turned off her phone and only allowed calls from her family and close friends, deciding against going on social media as everyone had figured out about the scandal, and she couldn't bear seeing his name being dragged through the mud.

Everyone knew how close the girls were to iKON; they all grew up together, so she knew that the others were just as sad as she was, as they all cared for Hanbin and wished him the best.

As they got their makeup done for the concert, she turned to her members and said, "I'm gonna try my hardest tonight, you guys. Thank you so much for being here for me the past couple of days. I don't know what I would have done without you." She said and tried to stop her tears from falling as she spoke; she just felt so grateful for them. They truly were her family, and she was so thankful they were there for her through it all.

"Hey, stop that," Jisoo said, hugging the girl. All of the girls then gave her a group hug, knowing that these next two shows would be hard, but then she could have a little break to finally rest and deal with the situation.

The concert went on with full swing, and Mirae tried her hardest to give her best despite the turmoil going on in her personal life. She was energetic and smiling through songs, interacting with fans, and even joking around with them throughout the night.

She thought she had made it in the clear until they decided to sing their final song for the night, 'Stay.' She sighed and tried to control her emotions as the song started up. She was seated between Lisa and Jennie, attempting to control her voice as she sang the intro. 'Stay' was a song she wrote when she was a trainee, a song with deep meaning, but the lyrics hit her super hard that day as they resonated with her situation.

"Stay, stay, stay with me," she sang, her voice breaking slightly, and the tears came flowing out before she could stop them. She put her hand over her eyes in an attempt to halt them, but as the song progressed, and Lisa whispered in her ear that it was okay, the tears kept flowing. Soon, everyone in the audience was awing at her, wondering why she was so emotional.

She tried her hardest to control the tears, but the more she heard the lyrics, the more she thought of him. He was everything to her, the reason why she became who she was. Before anything else, they were friends, and she truly respected and loved him for always being there for her, supporting her through it all.

The bond they shared was beyond just a romantic relationship; it extended to the connections they had with each other's families. She was so close to his mother and sister. She had witnessed her grow up from a baby to a beautiful young girl. The thought of not being able to see them and call to check in was unimaginable for her.

Despite being surrounded by so much love from her fans and members, she felt incredibly alone. In that moment, she only craved one person's love – his. She wanted him back, needed him back, and yet deep down, she knew he would never return to her. The ache of that realization added to the weight on her heart.

She finally gained some control during the ending part of the song and finished it strongly. However, she knew that now everyone would be discussing why she was crying online.

As she made her way through the backstage area, she spotted her mother and rushed into her arms, sobbing. Her mom had come from New Zealand to support her daughter, aware that she was going through a rough time. She was saddened when she saw Mirae struggling to control her emotions during the final song.

"You did amazing, baby, don't worry," her mom assured her, rubbing her back and holding her daughter as she sniffled. "I know, it's just so hard, Mom. Everyone will start wondering why I'm crying now, and I have no clue what to say," Mirae said as she lifted her face, and her mother wiped away her tears.

"Hey, who cares? They will never know the truth anyway. Don't do this to yourself, baby; it's okay," her mom said, comforting her. They made their way to the hotel, and her mother's love helped her feel much better.

A couple days later:

During their first night in Sydney, Australia, Rae was observed being highly energetic and vibing well with the audience. However, as the night progressed, she appeared visibly emotional during the performance of their song 'STAY'. Numerous speculations have surfaced regarding the reasons behind her emotional state, but as of now, nothing has been officially confirmed. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments below!

Comments:

Username: Wasn't she super close with Hanbin? Maybe it could have been that?

Username: ^They have been friends since their trainee years apparently and even their mothers are close so yes I do assume that was the reason

Username: Regardless of what may have happened, can we just say that she is such a pretty crier? And did you guys hear her voice? Even through the tears, she sounded like an angel.

Username: Hanbin this, Hanbin that, can you guys just assume that maybe the song was just sad, and she felt the emotions of it while being around her fans? And didn't she write this song? Obviously, you get emotional when singing something, especially a song like "Stay." Everyone, just leave her alone.

Username: The members comforting her was so nice to see; they truly are a family. I hope that everything is okay, and she is better for their next shows.

Username: What if she was dating him and now they have to break up? I heard so many rumors that these two were a thing.

Username: ^If neither of them confirmed it, don't assume anything, especially now with the trial going on.

A/N- Just wanted to write this sad breakup chapter for my Oc and Hanbin and will be doing many more (Hopefully happier ones)

Also I may do a part 2 to this fic where they catch up and see how well things are going for the both of them.

#blackpink #kpopgg #rae #blackpink 5th member #kpop #jennie #jisoo #rose #lisa #b.i #kpop gg #kpop oc #kpop oc gg #blackpink oc #kim hanbin #hanbin #ikon

[khaleesiofalicante]

hi dont mind me , i am writing this just after reading the chapter and with swollen eyes with how much i cried for other max, fuck this is worse than the last two chapters, i havent cried this much ever. you have such a brilliant mind i love it.

also i loved magnus in this chapter as well. as well as rafe it seems so much easier to understand them once you see the consequence of lucifer. also

also wtf was wrong with alec, like pointing an arrow is one thing but shooting a version of your kid, wow wasnt max supposed to be his fav technically like a bit biased not saying fav fav. i mean i get it, rafe is his kid of that timeline who is being threatened but shooting max was a bit too much for me from alec. i get it they dont completely understand max but atleast try to see from his side. i knew since arthur died and other max didnt tell it was all part of the plan and lance was aiming to be dead as per him. but it was a bit weird that magnus was more worried about the general health of his kids than alec (which idk just makes him colder to his kids, like almost superficial in a sense, u know what i am not making sense, its 1:36 am ist rn and i have just cried since 12 am bc of this chapter) but i know i am feeling a general sense of disappointment for alec generally in this chapter and like the whole fic in gen and not bc of other things just his take on well being(which used to be my fav thing abt him) which rafe often seems to be more in tune with than alec and yes i know he isnt the main character but idk why this got stuck i have just finished reading it literally so i will come back and write more about other max)

but anyways this was such a good hauntingly beautiful chapter. i loved it really so much. I think it was our max that went thro to the portal so when max came to he was in the changed timeline of whatever max did ? i think. my heart just went out for other max and what he had to deal with, like david suicide was something i saw coming but baby max doesnt deserve all the bad things happening to him in any universe, i knew there was a reason he has always been my fav even when he is annoying. like even in canon like cassie universe, since i started the books from 4th tmi book and then finished the whole series, max was literally the first character i knew of after the tmi novel like outside of his characters and i loved the little blueberry character since the start, always, (maybe also why alec's behaviour stuck odd to me, bc i love his and max relationship so much) bten has always been my fav story( again the alec-max relationship my fav). i literally bought my first tsc novel to be ttosa for him, just for his story ( and bane chronicles bc magnus being a fav is a canon event) i love him so much. bless just let him be alive and happy to some extent dani, that is all i ask

If it is any consolation, I cried a lot writing that chapter too. LIKE A LOT.

About Alec - I think it was a very Alec think to do. If you notice, he was the only one who was sceptical of Other Max - WHICH IS GOOD. This man could be Lucifer for all they know and one of them needed to be rational (i feel the shooting was very much reactional than intentional). But yes, among the LB fam, alec is the rational one and i think his reaction to Other Max, including the "how do we know you are saying the truth" is very practical of him. (i am a lbaf alec defender byeeee)

We don't actually know if Max changed the canon event. All we know is that Other Max didn't. If he did, he'd remmeber it.

Love all the love for Max. He is truly the bestest ;)

#lbaf

[squidsandlanterns]

Wick Head Cannons for how I think the twins came to be and the shadow entity (?) probably being involved- (Actually this is just a ramble-)

Ok so.....

This is really just a thought that has been rotting and scratching in the back of my mind from a year and some months now and it's just......

So you know how most of Wick's lore is basically left up to up to interpret? Well a lot of people seem to lean into the "Mary cheated when John left for war" but..... explain when in the audio of Mary begging God to "forgive her of her sins, she was evil from the day she was born,and she hopes to be released from her sins" (that part has me questioning some things-) and the babies crying we can literally hear what seems to be a demonic growl at the end....

Now, I know that the possible theory of her cheating may be true but....what if the twins weren't of a regular father? But a demon? Like we hear in John audio when he was going to kill himself that Mary had "Invited the devil into their bed" and she blamed her problems on the church she loved so much.....

Now that may mean that

Speculation one:

Mary probably slept with a demon and in turn face birth to the twins (and they may be actual changelings), she freaks tf out, goes to the church about it (well more like the pastor) and he like "no bae I ain't fixing that shi you throw those devil spawns TF out, and get yo ass in here after and start repenting" and she may not have she keeps them, John comes home, find out his wife fr cheated and all of a sudden when he's arguing with her Tom starts crying (because the shadow entity came back for them to place a curse of sickness) and shi starts down spiraling. LIKE FAST. Benny at that time knew what was going on but not to a great extent until he died and Mary at one point use to actually care and love her children but with John probably isolating himself, the pastor pressuring her about the evil she brought into the world and the shadow entity seemingly lurking around in the forest (I think it was in one of Calebs audio John was telling him that he's not strong enough to fight of the evil in the woods or smth-) probably waiting for an opportunity to strike.And it did get one. All because of Mary. She starting neglecting her kids, probably even starved the twins and Caleb (look at them, I mean seriously why do the look so malnourished??? Even when Caleb was alive he looked like a skeleton already-). I think the only person that got a little attention was Benny (Old Man Edwards audio about Benny). So when kids started dying (She most likely killed the twins. Probably suffocated and burnt Tim (in his NWO design and mask) and for Tom it was more brutal like.... Chased her kid around, beat him and then probably shoved him off the bridge or in the well.... I'll save this for later) And when she died the pastor peiced together that "Oh fuq this placed is cursed ASF there's a demon fr fr" tries to perform an excorsim but the entity shows up and is like "Nawh today you gon die" and the cue his death by the twins....huh.....now that I think about it maybe the pastor helped Mary kill the twins-???

Uh that's it I guess, please send me your ideas on what probably went down in Wick......Jesus that was in my brain for so long....I didnt even write this properly-

Oh well-

Thank you for reading my spiral into insanity.

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