#i mean i don’t resent everyone i feel the pressure from

[threerandomnouns]

feelin… weird

#:/ #‘weird’ is my euphemism for many emotions and i’m feeling complicated rn #rant ahead // #there’s so much pressure for me to do well #i mean i don’t resent everyone i feel the pressure from #i genuinely do want to make some of them proud #but i’m struggling rn and it’s kinda scary #and i keep feeling like my future is less and less up to me #everybody is starting to have expectations on what i’ll do when i graduate #and deep down i know what i want but i don’t know if it’s enough #i feel like it’s not #it’s too different from what they want #i don’t know if i can make that compromise #i don’t want to hurt/lose myself in the process #but i also understand the necessity of it #ugh #why am i crying what the fuck is this #i’m supposed to be freaking STUDYING not feeling all weird and heavy #also writing #but #this is really taking up my thoughts and energy #rant #z.dump #followers pls feel free to block the rant tag if yall don’t want to see me rant into the void

[acourtofquietdreamers]

“Elain shouldn’t have to convince anyone that she belongs in the Night Court.” “Elain needs to leave the people that coddle her.” “Elain just needs to give Lucien a chance and she’ll realize he’s perfect for her.”

Elain is often criticized for being passive and not standing up for herself yet some people believe she shouldn’t fight for what she wants and what she believes in. She should just run away. She should just give in to the mating bond and give Lucien a chance. She should continue being passive.

I believe Elain’s growth would be more impactful if she continues down the path we’ve begun to see her go down where she passionately fights for what she wants and doesn’t back down. We may not have Elain’s POV yet, but Elain has made her feelings known on a couple subjects. I’m focusing on Elain’s words only because I do not believe others know what’s best for her.

Elain very confidently declared herself as a member of the Night Court.

When Feyre had offered to let her remain home, Elain had squared her shoulders and declared that she was a part of this court—and would do whatever was needed.

Should Elain abandon her declaration and leave the place she’s begun to build a life in because she looks plain in black? Or because Nesta thinks Spring is made for “someone like her”?

Or should she prove them wrong by earning her place within the court (cue Elain using her powers) and show the claws she’s been hinted to have?

Elain no longer wants to be coddled by her sisters and we see her stand up to them for the first time in ACOSF.

Elain remained in the doorway, her face pale but her expression harder than Nesta had ever seen it. “You do not decide what I can and cannot do, Nesta.”

“Shall I tend to my little garden forever?” When Nesta flinched, Elain said, “You can’t have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater.”

Elain cut in sharply, “I am not a child to be fought over.”

But Elain said, “I went into the Cauldron, too, you know. And it captured me. And yet somehow all you think of is what my trauma did to you.”

Should Elain run away from this battle and leave her imperfect relationship with her sisters behind?

Or should she continue to address the issues in their relationship so they can come out stronger?

Elain has made it clear that the mating bond means nothing to her, regardless of others trying to convince her to give the “nice guy” a chance.

“You are his mate. Do you even know what that means?” “It means nothing,” Elain said, her voice breaking. “It means nothing. I don’t care who decided it or why they did—”

“You belong to him.” “I belong to no one. But my heart belongs to you.”

“He brought you a present.” Those doe-brown eyes turned toward me. Sharper than I’d ever seen them. “And that entitles him to my time, my affections?”

“No.” I blinked. “But he is a good male.” Despite our harsh words. Despite this Band of Exiles bullshit. “He cares for you.” “He doesn’t know me.”

Should Elain give in to the pressures of giving her mate a chance? Forget about her dream of a love that would trump even a mating bond?

Or should she fight for a love of her own choosing?

I don’t want Elain to give in. I don’t want her to be passive and let others make decisions for her. I want to see Elain surprise everyone and continue to fight.

#pro elriel #elriel #pro elain #Elain rambles

[stuckinapril]

do you have any advice on how to be less of a people pleaser/how to get over it?

You can’t be everyone’s favorite person. You can’t always abandon yourself in favor of always being present for other people. I’m not here to tell you that you should always be selfish—you shouldn’t. A big skill is learning when to be self-centered and when to be other-centered. But if something is causing you too much harm, whether it be emotional or physical, sometimes you just have to put an end to it. Even if it means hurting someone else in the process. It helps me to understand that hurting people is unavoidable in certain situations; everyone has been guilty of it at some point. Getting over your people pleasing tic boils down to being okay with that.

Making the right choice doesn’t always mean making the one that leaves everyone happy. I always like to remind myself that pain forces people to go through character growth, and without it they would still be stuck in their ways. Not catering to someone’s needs can be helpful to them in the long run—at that point they know to revise their behavior not to lose you, or lose someone else, again.

Stop being an anxious helper. That was / sometimes still is a big issue for me. Don’t anticipate people’s needs and try to act in the way you think they want you to. Not only does that cause you to be inauthentic, but it also takes away from the other person’s agency. You can’t fully determine how someone else wants you to act—you don’t actually inhabit their head. You could be totally off the mark. At that point you’re putting yourself through emotional pressure for nothing.

Just hold people accountable. Hold them accountable in the same way you would hold yourself accountable. Just as you don’t expect people to put up with your temper tantrums, don’t put up with other people’s just because you think they inherently deserve more grace than you do. What they’re going through becomes irrelevant if the harm their actions are inflicting is too great.

You also don’t want disrespecting your boundaries to become the norm. You want to set the precedent that you have non-negotiables early on. Being a people pleaser makes that hard to accomplish, because you’re already so used to putting yourself through the wringer for other people. You’ve lost touch w yourself & your emotions. Putting your foot down where it’s warranted helps you get back in touch w your limits, which helps people know what they are, which helps you develop healthy relationships that don’t make you feel exhausted and dismissed. People pleasing is never as simple as “As long as the other person is happy, I’m happy.”

And if this is about you wanting people to like you—wouldn’t you want them to like you for you? Wouldn’t you want someone to appreciate you even while understanding what your boundaries are, not in spite of them? I used to be a people pleaser myself & lemme tell you, in the end all it causes is resentment. The kind of resentment you can’t even do anything about, because you’re the one who’s doing it to yourself. There’s no one else to really blame. You’ve probably been familiar w someone being like “Well, I didn’t ask you to do those things for me.” As if people pleasing doesn’t make you feel dismissed enough as it is.

The bottom line is you don’t want people to like you because they know they can take advantage of you. You want them to like you because they know you have healthy respect for yourself.

#ask

[ghostofskywalker]

Congrats on the followers!!!!! I love your work! No pressure to write anything. I'd love to make a request to participate in your celebration but I honestly can't think of one right now.

Surprise me! Only if you feel up to it and have time. <3 thanks for all the sweet and amazing content you put out!!!

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you are so lovely, thank you so much!! here is a little bit of echo fluff for you :)

words: 1,427

summary: It's clear that you and echo have feelings for each other, but it takes the meddling of the bad batch's sniper for you to actually do something about it.

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Daydreams and Jealousy

Three suns gleamed high in the sky as the Bad Batch took a much needed vacation day from the rest of the galaxy. There was a priceless treasure for one of Cid’s clients hidden away in the hull of the Marauder, but the whole operation had taken less than a rotation when they had been given four, so it seemed that a pit stop was in order. 

Crosshair took in the sights of the unfamiliar planet as he stepped off the ramp. Previously he had been content to stay in his bunk all day while the others did whatever they wanted, but the stale smell of the ship had become too much (one would think they would clean more with Omega on board, but it never turned out that way). 

Wrecker was currently playing with a small group of  loth-cats, laughing loudly as the animals ran circles around him. Tech was watching the scene unfold with great interest, occasionally tossing out facts about the life cycles and mating practices of the felines, even though Wrecker wasn’t really listening.

You and Omega were curled up together under a tree, snoozing quietly. Omega’s head had fallen onto your chest and your arms were around her, both of you breathing steadily as you napped. There was a datapad sitting on the ground next to where your hand had come to rest, so Crosshair guessed that you had been reading to the young girl before the two of you had fallen asleep. The hard bark of the tree didn’t look too comfortable in his opinion, but for the last few weeks it felt like everyone had been running non stop, so he understood the tendency to fall asleep anywhere. 

He walked over to Hunter and sat down next to him. It hadn’t been that long since he had left with his brothers instead of returning to the Empire, and while he didn’t feel as though they resented him for the choices he made while under the influence of the inhibitor chip, his relationship with Hunter was the slowest to repair. However, just the other day, Hunter had teased Crosshair over something silly, and the sniper hoped that it meant things were truly looking up. “You finally left the cave to get some fresh air, huh?” 

“Yeah, I figured I’d come join the fun out here.” 

“That’s good, or I would have sent Omega in there to come get you.” 

Crosshair smiled. “I don’t think she would have done that.” 

“I don’t know, even though Tech says I’m her favorite, I think she likes all of us equally,” Hunter said. “Even you.” 

“I’m surprised you’re not a little jealous right now,” Crosshair said. 

His brother looked confused. “What do you mean?” 

“Well, you’re not the one cuddling with her, are you?” Crosshair responded, nodding over to where you and Omega were still fast asleep. “She may have a new favorite after today.” 

Hunter playfully rolled his eyes before responding. “If you’re looking for jealousy, maybe you should talk to Echo. I think he’s feeling a little envious of Omega right now.”

Both men turned their gaze over to Echo, who was sitting out of earshot of their conversation. He was attempting to read something on his datapad, but his gaze kept flickering over to where you were asleep against the tree. Crosshair turned to Hunter. “He really is lovesick, huh?” 

“Yeah,” Hunter said. “And it’s a little embarrassing because she’s also in love with him, he’s just too blind to see it.” 

Crosshair just nodded, his mind mulling over the details and wondering how easy it would be to get you and Echo to confess to each other. He needed some entertainment on this damn ship anyway. 

***

A few weeks later, you found yourself tossing and turning in your bunk. Why was it so kriffing cold in here all of a sudden? You knew hyperspace travel wasn’t exactly like vacationing on Scarif, but the ship was supposed to be equipped with a heating system to combat that. 

You sighed as you realized it was probably the heating system that went offline or malfunctioned, and you would be stuck like this until the next morning, when Tech could take a look at everything. Jealous of everyone else (for being able to stay asleep through all this), you tossed and turned a little more, and you were so lost in thought that you almost didn’t hear your name being softly called. 

Immediately terrified that you had accidentally woken someone up, you looked out to see Echo sitting up in his bunk, a single blanket wrapped around him. “Did I wake you?” you asked softly.

He shook his head. “No, I just saw that you were awake and wanted to know if you knew what was wrong.”

“My guess is that it’s something with the heating system,” you asked. “But that means we’ll be stuck freezing until Tech can take a look at it.” 

“I thought we had some extra blankets lying around here,” Echo said as he got off his bunk and looked around. With the way the rest of the batch was asleep and he couldn’t turn on the light, it didn’t look like a very fruitful search. “Wait! I found one!” 

A smile spread across your face when Echo brought the prize into view, but soon you were faced with a new predicament. “Which one of us gets the blanket?” you asked. 

“I’ll see if I can find another one,” Echo said, but after a few more minutes of rifling through the various storage areas of the ship, he came up with nothing. 

“You found the blanket, you keep it,” you said, not wanting him to feel like he had to give up the blanket for you. “I’ll be fine for the night.”  

“No, I couldn't do that,” he said. “You should take the blanket.” 

“No, that’s not fair.” 

“I couldn’t let you freeze to death.” 

Taking a deep breath, you offered up another solution. “What if we shared it?” When he stared at you like a startled tooka, you elaborated. “We can share my bunk for the night. Between the one blanket we each have and the extra you found, it should be enough to keep us warm.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” Echo asked. “My prosthetics can’t exactly be the most comfortable things to sleep next to.” 

“Echo, it’s fine,” you said. “Cuddling up to you will always be better than freezing all night.” You almost wished you could take those words back as you said them, not because you didn’t think they were true, but because you weren’t sure if he had planned on snuggling up together and you didn’t want to scare him off. 

But thankfully, your statement was well received by him, and he nodded. Once the blankets were stacked up on your bunk, Echo slipped into bed beside you, and you couldn’t help but smile. He still ran warmer than you did, and the feeling of that warmth, plus the blankets you had on top of you far outweighed any chill you received from touching his prosthetics. 

Instinctively, you found yourself curling up against him, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Is this okay?” you asked quietly. “I don’t want-”

“Mesh’la,” Echo cut you off. “It’s more than okay.” 

You just nodded, already feeling your eyes grow heavier. The feeling of falling asleep next to him was one that you had only ever dreamed of, and now you were getting to experience it (if only because the heating was broken). “What does that mean?” you asked sleepily. 

“Mesh’la?” Echo asked, and you nodded. “It means beautiful.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” 

“Of course,” he responded. “And I’ve been trying to pull together the courage to make a move on you, I guess it was the heating system that finally got me to do something.” 

“I think you’re amazing,” you said. “And I’d really like this sleeping arrangement to continue even after the heating is fixed.” 

Echo laughed as he leaned down to place a kiss on your head. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I want to stay like this too.”

The two of you fell asleep not long after, curled in each other’s arms. 

And the next morning, when Crosshair returned from the cockpit and went to catch some sleep, he just smiled when he saw you and Echo all cuddled up together. Hunter now owed him some credits, and hopefully Tech doesn’t realize that it was him that was tampering with the ship’s heating system.

- the end - 

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[homocatphenomena]

How is it possible for me to be so autistic and miss 90% of social cues, yet so consistently romance repulsed? A slight expression around the eyes or change in the tone of voice is all it takes to make me wanna hurl and have my skin crawling. I stg it triggers adrenaline every time and I feel like I’m on red alert for hours after it happens. And no matter how I explain it to a partner, they almost always inevitably “forget” or decide they must be different, or we’ve been together long enough that SURELY I must have romantic feelings by now. How to explain that I am only really comfortable with physical touch from my cats? Some people I can hug, but even if my mom touches me when I’m not expecting it/we aren’t mutually initiating a touch, even that makes me feel gross. I just don’t want to be touched or looked at by any humans almost ever, and I want romance from NO ONE under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. I can extract oxytocin from my cats thank you very much. I have stuffed animals to hold at night. And I have no need for sex because god invented porn for a reason. What’s wrong with some good old fashioned loyal lifelong friendships. I don’t hate people but I don’t want to pay the blow job tax for the rest of my life just to have a companion that I can share bills with and rely on and hang out with. I don’t want to cuddle, and if you try to gaze into my fucking eyes I might just gouge them out. But I’ll yell at your health insurance company for you and help you write a stern email to HR. I’ll do your taxes and we can travel together and hang out. God why is everyone else so fucking weird. Always making it fucking weird. Bleh!

Even when I explain this upfront, and clearly state that I’m polyamorous and I encourage them to find romance and physical affection from someone else, they never do. They’re like “you’re enough I just don’t want anyone else”. Ok well first off gross. Second, I’m not actually enough. The fake version of me that lives in your head is, but in reality, I am being pressured to regularly go way outside my comfort zone just to keep you minimally happy. And for what? So I can grow to resent you and you can constantly feel lonely and touch starved?

Holy shit please someone just make me the admin of their polycule. I will do all your budgeting and filing and boring shit in exchange for companionship, stability, and loyalty, with the stipulation that you DO NOT TOUCH ME, minimize eye contact, and do NOT make a romantic expression or voice at me. Also I need my own room because I need 5 waking hours per day minimum where I am alone in a room and cannot be seen by other people. I can be in the discord server and hanging out but there has to be a closed door between us. I am not a starter pet. I am perhaps a chameleon or parrot level difficulty polycule member but I really believe there has got to be a niche for me. I mean come on. I have a lot of love in my heart and I’m very loyal and I’m just so frustrated that that keeps getting me in these unbelievably uncomfortable situations. Just because I would carry you up mount doom to deliver the ring into the volcano does NOT mean I want to cuddle afterwards. A “wow thanks man that was really cool of you, I’ll buy you a beer” is enough. Jesus Christ.

#aromantic #asexual #aroace #personal #rant

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

“t, they just leeched onto the same host to resuscitate their dying careers.” Sometimes I wonder what a sober, emotionally healthy Harry would look like now? Pre-Meghan, he seemed reasonably happy. He may still have had his issues with resentment, not enjoying all aspects of royal work, but when he went to engagements he did seem to enjoy it. He also had his friends. Maybe he’s a better actor than his wife? Outwardly, he just didn’t seem so self-obsessed and angry before 2016. Meghan and Omid are what they are, leeches or suckerfish. They always need a host to survive off of. I just don’t know if Harry has realized he’s the host. I’m not a Harry defender by any means. He was warned repeatedly about her by almost everyone in his life but he ignored it. However, he is the one in that relationship to have given up/lost everything he’s known in his life.

Harry was never much better an actor than Meghan. It was always clear what he was thinking/feeling on his face, even in his "healthy" days. The only differences were a) he had a longer fuse than Meghan ever did and b) he was the most popular person, or the second-most popular, in the BRF so he rode an enormous wave of popularity and goodwill. He was consistently in the 60s and 70s percentile in the YouGov rankings (mostly in the 60s, but every once in awhile it peaked up into the 70s).

I suspect is that Meghan thought Harry's popularity would rub off on her - possibly the way she thought William's popularity helped boost Kate's number. It worked for a little bit but then Meghan's own actions cancelled out whatever "help" her polling got from Harry so she got angry that he wasn't helping, causing him to get angry that his family wasn't helping. It snowballed from there.

An equally-important question to ask is with everyone around Harry and all the protections he had, how could Meghan have sunk her claws into Harry so deeply, so quickly. That answer reveals Harry may not have been as mentally or emotionally healthy as we think: he heard the ticking of his biological clock. All of his friends and family settling down with their own families at home, so there was no one left to hang out with him. (William used to get flack for preferring to stay in with Kate and the kids, which probably meant Harry was behind those attacks.) And on top of losing his friends, Harry was also losing his favor with the media, as more and more the press focused on George and Charlotte instead. The daughters and granddaughters of the aristocracy weren't dating him, suggesting something was definitely off, or not there. He was desperate to get married because everyone else around him was.

(To that I totally understand. I'm mid-thirties myself, everyone else in my family is settled down, and it does suck to go to family events without a partner and to celebrate milestones for friends that aren't happening for you. There's a singles tax everywhere, and I can't imagine it's any easier for someone like Harry, whose family is in a line of work that requires marriage and children for prosperity. So I can see the desperation of 'when will it happen for me' causing enormous pressure that he was unprepared to handle.)

And we know he heard the clock of time ticking loudly because he asked every girl he dated to marry him, and they all turned him down. So as much as we think Meghan rushed Harry down the aisle, Harry was also rushing her down the aisle too. So he wasn't in the best of places mentally or emotionally in 2016 and it just deteriorated from there.

A truly sober, truly emotionally healthy Harry probably would've put the brakes on how quickly Meghan moved the relationship, and there's a very real chance Meghan would have left if he did slow down the relationship (she threatened him throughout the whole relationship that she was prepared to walk out any second) so we wouldn't even be here today. If she didn't leave when he slowed the relationship down, I think the what-if is we still wouldn't be here today because there probably wouldn't have been a Megxit since the alternate timeline would push everything back - meaning they'd be stuck in the UK during lockdowns with a lockdown baby, which changes everything.

So for a truly sober, truly emotionally healthy Harry to have seen the likes of Meghan and Scobie coming from miles away - as the rest of the BRF seems to have done - the clock would probably have to turn back much, much further than 2016. I think we're looking at 2010/2011 kind of time - Harry needed to start therapy much sooner, the palace shouldn't have created the William-Kate-Harry monster, and Harry needed either to stay in the military longer (or have a civilian job like William) or be given more royal duties/work to the scale of the Kents and Gloucesters because it's apparent that the 'not working' lifestyle is what sent Harry into the tailspin leading to Meghan/today.

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[gimmethatagustd]

Alright motherfucker give me Yoongi or Jimin for Spotify wrapped drabbles and give me number 7. If 7 is taken, I will take 17, 70 or 77 🤪

Sometimes I resent God, asking why he made me live a life like this / What I’m doing, and if I love music at all / Sometimes I ask myself again, ‘if it’s possible to go back / Will you go back?’ Well, I’ll have to think more about that

» pairing: jimin x f!reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | drabble | established relationship | (very light) smut | fluff | lil bit of angst

» wc/date: 1k | December 2022

» warnings: alcohol | an attempt at sex lol | "go home jimin you're drunk" | self-esteem issues

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» notes: i made the mistake of writing this high so i'm sorry if it doesn't make sense 😬

[TaeTae] y did u let jm buy 100k whiskey

[You] what

[TaeTae] ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLAR WHISKEY

[TaeTae] ON MY TAB

[TaeTae] Y/N

[TaeTae] i kno i can afford it but pls stop him next time. this hurts my head

Before you had a chance to respond to your distressed friend, your phone was being chucked across the room. It narrowly missed the glass vase of orchids gifted by Namjoon on the coffee table. 

“Park Jimin!” 

“Pay attention to me, it’s my birthday.” 

Your boyfriend pressed his face into the crook of your neck. Sure, he wasn’t a big guy, but having all his weight lean into your front created a momentum you couldn’t fight. The two of you stubbled backward until your legs hit the edge of the couch. The impact of your back hitting the cushions, only to have Jimin’s whole body land on top of you, made you gasp. 

“Jimin,” you groaned. “Too heavy.” 

The smell of (allegedly $100,000) whiskey strangled out of you what little air you had left in your lungs. It didn’t matter, though; you were distracted. 

Jimin licked up the center of your throat while he pinned your wrists above your head. “My favorite birthday present,” he mumbled against your skin. 

You were too drunk, yet not drunk enough, for this aggressively horny behavior, and you definitely knew Jimin was too drunk for it. His movements were uncoordinated as he rolled his hips against yours, repeatedly grinding his hardening cock into the inside of your thigh. It would’ve been hot if his leather pants weren’t chaffing you to hell. 

The pressure on your chest was released when Jimin rested back on his knees in between your thighs. Despite the throbbing that began to pulse between your thighs, you internally groaned when Jimin released you and sat back to rip off his shirt. This is what you got for dating a super hot celebrity with dangerous charisma and too strong of a libido. The dehydration headache building up started to throb to match the feeling between your thighs.  

“Babe, we need water.” Jimin lifted your leg to put over his shoulder and your voice wavered. “Park Jimin, you need to drink water.” 

“No I don’t,” Jimin slurred against your calf, only pausing his mumbling to suck at your skin. “I need to eat you out. Didn’t get my birthday dessert.”

You didn’t need to get out your “bossy girlfriend voice” (as Jimin rudely called it) to put him in his place, though. One moment Jimin was trailing kisses down your leg, and the next he was stumbling down the hall with his hand over his mouth. It was hard to catch your breath when you had to listen to Jimin in the bathroom throwing up probably every organ in his body.

Fuck, at least he didn’t puke on you. 

With a groan, you hauled yourself off the couch to follow your baby of a boyfriend. He looked rather pathetic with his back against the wall across from the toilet.  

He turned to stare at you with red, teary eyes. “I hate myself.” 

“Oh, Jiminie,” you said with a sigh. You wrapped his arms around his torso, allowing him to slump until his head rested on your shoulder. “Everyone throws up.” 

Jimin buried his face into your neck with a slow shake of his head. “I don’t know why I keep doing this.” 

“Doing what?” You knew he didn’t mean your relationship, but fuck was that the first thing that flashed into your mind. 

“Fucking myself over.” 

It was all he needed to say. You understood what stayed hidden beneath the general sentiment. Overindulgence - your boyfriend’s greatest sin. Drinking until he got sick. Spending money like it would never run out (and, somehow, you were sure it wouldn’t ever run out). Pushing himself to sing song after song until honey in his tea and the fans’ praise weren’t even enough to soothe his sore throat. 

“Come on, get up.” You pushed yourself off the floor before holding your hand out for Jimin to take. “Your breath smells like ass and it’s four in the morning.” 

You were met with grumbles, but Jimin complied. You’d found he functioned best with you telling him what to do. It seemed like a comfort, but you weren’t going to overthink it. Instead, you thrust Jimin’s toothbrush into his clammy hands. 

“I wanna go to bed.” You both knew whining was pointless, but Jimin did it every time. Perhaps he was being optimistic. 

“Teethbrushing and then bed.” You gave him a hard look in the mirror. 

“Fine.” 

“Don’t pout at me.” 

“No.” The defiance was spoken around the toothbrush. You wanted to point out that he couldn’t pout while he was brushing his teeth, so you were the true winner here. But you didn’t. You waited until the two of you were finished and you were gently guiding Jimin toward the bedroom with secure hands on his shoulders. By then what you wanted to say morphed into something else, anyway. 

“Tomorrow is another day, Jimin.” 

He gave you an aggressive eye roll and flung his leather pants across the room as he’d done with your phone. So fucking dramatic. “Duh.” 

“I mean, it’s another opportunity to do something different, y’know?” You wiggled beneath the blanket, expectant eyes waiting for Jimin to follow you. When he did, you latched onto him again, your body practically smothering his. 

Jimin twisted around to face you. He searched your face, probably for a sign that you were teasing him. You knew he wouldn’t find anything of the sort; you were serious. 

“I know.” 

“Good. Now please don’t puke on me while I’m sleeping. I will never sleep in the same bed with you ev-” 

“I won’t, oh my goddd, why are you being like this?" Jimin whined and tried to pry your arms from his waist. 

“I’m just saying!” 

With an overly-exasperated sigh, he let you snuggle him closer.

Maybe you were too flippant about life, but you never worried much about the way you thought things should be like Jimin did. You’d rather consider how they were and then decide how you wanted to move on from there. One day Jimin would figure it out; you were sure of it. But for now, you let him sleep. 

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[yuly]

↬ A Two Way Street ↫

Aaron Hotchner x Jessica Brooks x female reader (platonic)

Summary: Aaron walks in on you calling him out and urging your friend Jessica to speak up for herself. 

Warnings: angst, some comfort, family issues, Hailey is mentioned, angry Hotch

A/N: just a little blurb I thought of after watching S10E20, hope you enjoy 

WC: 1K

Pic credit: pinterest 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

You were heartbroken, sitting across from your best friend as she broke down for the third time this week. You’ve known Jessica Brooks for almost seven years. The two of you share everything and have an almost sisterly bond. Despite her bubbly and outgoing persona, the past few years have been tough on her. Between the sudden loss of her sister, stepping up in a major way for her nephew Jack and his dad, financial stress, and her father's new dementia diagnosis, you were worried about your friend. She had too much on her plate and was slowly losing herself. 

Naturally, you felt angry for her. She gave every part of herself to her family, held nothing back and never said no. But everyone has their limit, and Jessica was well past hers. 

“Jess, please let me help you. I can watch Jack, we both know this interview is important.”

You had called up an old friend for a favour to get Ray a spot at one of the best assisted living facilities in the city. Jessica landed an interview, but Jack’s father wasn't home for another two days. You’ve only met the man in passing, you never really had an opinion on him one way or the other, but as of late, you've grown to resent him for all the pressure he puts on your friend. 

“It's fine Y/N, you know how Aaron is, he wouldn’t be happy with his son being around people he doesn’t know,” you rolled your eyes at that. 

Meanwhile, Aaron’s case ended earlier than expected. He decided to come by Jessica's place to surprise Jack. He let himself in quietly, knowing it was either Jack’s nap-time or reading time, not wanting to disturb either. He paused at the sound of your voices coming from the kitchen.

“You know what I mean Y/N, I trust you with Jack but I want to respect his father's wishes,” she explained patiently. 

“C'mon Jess, I know he’s your family but this laundry list of demands and expectations is ridiculous. He knows about your dad, has he offered to help in any way? He knows about your job situation, has he offered any help? Jess, why is it that you have to be the backbone for everyone and no one looks out for you?” Jessica sighs, biting her lip.

Aaron’s jaw is clenched tightly as the heat begins to rise to his face, he feels a swarm of emotions at the moment, but mainly anger. Anger at being called out by someone he barely knows, anger that you know this much about his family life, anger that you have the nerve to say any of this out loud.

“Y/N, you're always looking out for me and I’m forever grateful, you put in a good word for dad at this facility, you put in a referral for me at your job, and you always offer to watch Jack for me. You are the best friend and biggest supporter I have right now and I love you for it Y/N. But it's different with Aaron, he's-” 

“Your ex-brother-in-law that you feel bad for? Look, Jess, I know I'm well out of line here but you are drowning and you need to speak up for yourself.” That was bold, but you stood ten toes behind every word and behind your friend. 

Hotch decides he has heard enough, he clears his throat, causing you both to jump.

“Aaron, your home! Jack’s gone down for a nap, he was worn out today, they played tennis and it was his turn to be pizza helper,” Jessica rambles on nervously, firmly planting herself between the two of you. The tension in the room is thick. 

“Can I have a word please,” he shoots you a stern glare, “in private.”

You move out to the balcony, avoiding all eye contact, feeling guilty for the awkward situation you've created for Jess. 

“Aaron listen, she’s my friend, her delivery is harsh but she means well,” Hotch abruptly cuts her off, “I don’t want her anywhere near my son and I’d appreciate it if you'd stop indulging our private business with her,” he snaps. 

Jessica is slightly taken aback, “Aaron, I understand she said some harsh words just now, but that's not fair, she's my friend and she’s genuinely concerned. She's coming from a good place.” Her tone is calm, a stark contrast to his.

“Why didn't you just come to me instead of venting to your friend about our family’s issues?”

“Aaron, you are not the easiest person to talk to. You have a lot on your plate already, and you're not always open to having hard conversations. Y/N is a good friend, she listens and offers real solutions to help.”

Aaron shifts slightly, feeling an uncomfortable pang in his chest.

“I would've heard you out. I didn't know you were struggling with work, and I was going to talk to you about your dad, but I wanted to give you some space first,” his voice is lower now.

“That's it, Aaron, I don't need any more ‘space’ I feel like I'm on an island by myself as it is! I want to feel like I can talk to you without worrying about you getting upset.”

Jessica sighs, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, “and I want you to talk to me Aaron, you don’t have to carry everything by yourself, this is a two-way street.”

Aaron looks down at his feet, hands tucked into his pockets as guilt washes over him. Jessica has been a rock for him and he had no idea how badly she was hurting. Aaron’s coping mechanism is to drown out the noise with work, to bury his head in the sand. 

“I’m sorry Jessica, I’m sorry for not listening and for making you feel like you couldn’t talk to me. I’ll try do better about talking to you.”

You’ve been watching and listening silently from your spot on the balcony as the two of them talk it out and you smile to yourself, proud of Jessica for finally speaking up. Hearing Aaron speak candidly and be vulnerable for once shifts something inside of you.

Maybe Jack’s dad isn't as bad as you thought….

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x female reader #jessica brooks #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner headcanon #ssa hotchner #jack hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x reader #jessica criminal minds #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner angst #angst and hurt/comfort #angst and comfort #yuly writes! #hotch x reader #aaron hotch fanfiction

[delistravaganza]

I swear I relate to everything you have written about the enemies to lovers trope and lesbians.

it’s not even about lesbian representation, at least in fandom, of course that’s important but it’s not the point here, it’s about having wlw stories that are as...complex? Messed up? Intricated? as straight or even (in more recent years) mlm romantic storylines are allowed to be. I feel like I am constantly hungry of complicate stories with lesbian or bisexuals female characters involved in messy relationship. But almost every popolar ship that I meet on fandom or tv shows either is watered down, made all soft and sweet and not threatening and so not complicate enough to be appealing. (or in the fews that are not like that in the original media they get made in this way by the fandom- it’s so unnerving). it seems to me that’s it is either “tragic dead lesbian” or “soft sapphic story all is sweet uwu”. As someone who love stories with romance only when the romance is very complicated and not necessarily healthy and full of ambivalent feelings (don’t judge me as you said it’s just a matter of preference ashahaha) I sometimes read slash (mlm) fanfiction on ao3 that feature very complicate and not necessarily healthy dynamics and I go damn I wish that there was a fanfiction exactly like this but with two women instead of two men.

I get this 1000%. To be fair, I don't think it's just the wlw couples being UwUified in recent films and shows, this happens to all queer representation because of the pressure to create "good rep". To some extent, it's even happening with straight pairings because people are more aware now of sexism and what it really means to consent, though everyone still seems to be willing to let this knowledge fly off if teh guy iz HOT.

But there seems to be a particular issue with writing f/f interactions that are manipulative, dark or somehow more adult, not necessarily meaning sex but rather a more nuanced portrayal of the relationship. Whereas all the straight toxic romances went to specific (and thriving) genres such as "dark romance" (which at least seems to be more self-conscious as the Reylo fic I mentioned before), and we get glorious epics of m/m fanfiction stories (and books that feel like fanfiction), it sometimes seems like the women characters are treated as little girls.

Even in a dark, creepy, cannibalistic, adult-oriented show such as Yellowjackets, I found myself more interested in the hypothetical Jackie/Shauna pairing because oh boy that was complex! than in the actual lesbian pairings involving Tai, who is a great and somewhat nuanced character except when it comes to her (sanitized) relationships. Is it really just me favoring problematic and unhealthy dynamics or is there some truth to this? (It may be me.) Is Tai a bit tamed down because she's gay AND black?

Also, to be completely fair, I think that I have more expectations when it comes to wlw plots, maybe because I subconsciously think of them as more "me" than the others. I've read a lot about how women use slash to slip away from the narrative and write more freely, and the fact is - I've read a lot of trash when it comes to m/m. And I definitely don't remember it with the resentment I save for f/f media like First Kill ("you fucking set out to be everything I wanted and turned out to be a pile of dog shit!").

I have also read extremely interesting books featuring f/f dynamics on the latest years, which I could post here instead of whining à la Louis de Pointe du Lac, but the fact is that these books already set out to be a work of literary merit and weren't written to dwell on the romance or possible romance itself. I'm not even counting MBF here as I read it a while back for the first time, but it could be an example - I don't know, but it definitely wasn't written with UwUification in mind. I'm still thrilled at how much the marketing DID and DOES UwUify our girls and their relationship. Sometimes the marketing is like: Wouldn't you just love to have such a special friendship like these two? Uhhh what? No, thank you, I had my share of that shit?!?

Oh, and also - I'm not even sure it comes down to self-identification either. I said I identify with Catradora, but the fact is I don't necessarily identify with either Catra or Adora. I just identified with their feelings, and I felt empathy for them, and I worried and I suffered and I felt frustrated and I so, so, so hungered and feared for their fights and God, you should really check this one out because it's really on the edge between UwU and dark, and I think it's this mixture what made it work in today's world. It seemed to appeal to both parts of me - the one who lowkey wants the positive, young-and-healthy-oriented rep she didn't have as a teen, and the more prevalent one who prefers angst and twisted things. And yes, it's a cartoon. A cartoon did what many real, adult-oriented shows and books couldn't do with me.

But Catradora probably also worked because we, the audience, were purposefully kept in the dark about them, so we got to experience their story as it developed and without any clear expectation as what the end would be (compared to: here's your wlw romance of the day! Ship them! Hope they don't die!), something I'm sure you wouldn't be able to achieve now that all the info is out there.

Anyway, I'm rambling now and already taking too much time off work. But I find this topic fascinating. If anyone else wants to join in the conversation or point me somewhere that isn't Buffy/Faith or Catradora or Villanelle or Nicky/Lorna (YES I STILL SHIP THEM AND WILL ALWAYS DO) or our Neapolitan toxic friends, please do. And as always, nice talking to you. <3

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P.D.: Here's a long video analysis that I really liked that tackles why "good" LGBT representation is boring (not wlw representation exclusively).

#queer representation #my brilliant friend #yellowjackets #jackie x shauna #catradora #f/f #sapphic #first kill #wlw

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @greypetrel---thanks, as always! 💗

Tagging in turn (no pressure!) @star--nymph @ndostairlyrium @daggerbean @zenstrike @blightbear @inquisimer @dreadfutures @dungeons-and-dragon-age @nightwardenminthara @vakarians-babe

First, Warden scarf update: Progress is much quicker now that I am working on a more standard stitch. I am really enjoying the silver next to the blue and looking forward to the chainmail-y look it'll have as I add more rows. I am toying with trying to make an embroidered griffon, but that's an ambitious amount of embroidery for my current skill level. Still workshopping it a bit, but hoping to finish for the end of the month. Also, I finally found the right purple for the Leliana scarf, so I can finally finish that one, too!

And also, I have been working on some Baldur's Gate fic (below) as I feel out voice and dynamics:

“Back to camp?” she asked the others. 

Grumbling, they staggered their way back toward the clearing they’d chosen for the night. 

“What was it like?” Shadowheart asked, some time later. “Being a prodigy, I mean.”

Tav glanced sideways just in time to catch Gale’s grimace. The orb troubled him, she knew; he’d called himself prideful before, and perhaps losing so much of his skill had humbled him. Even so, nobody liked to have their nose rubbed in what they’d lost. Very well, then. She would take this blow much as she’d taken the arrow aimed for the wizard’s neck not half an hour earlier. 

“Lonely,” she said, finding the path before her and focusing on it. “You are held apart. Always praised before anyone else. Your peers resent you, even as they wish to imitate you. Mentors teach you your art at the exclusion of all other skills; the holes left by that sort of thing are never found until years later. One day, you realize that you are a master of your craft—this is around when everyone else has already learned how to make friends and fall in love and plan a life outside of your specialty. In this, you are woefully behind. But the acclaim—from far away, everybody loves you. They talk about you in their fine halls and in the city streets. They write poems and songs about what you’ve done.”

She sighed, still trying to find the words. 

“But by then—you never get to be a person again. It’s already too late.”

A bird sang in the tree overhead. Distracted, Tav paused and peered up at it. A simple tree sparrow, she thought. It blended almost perfectly with the branch it perched atop.

“Lovely day, innit,” the bird said, and she smiled slightly. 

“It is. The best I’ve seen in an age.” 

“You take care down there,” the bird said, peering down at them. “Big crowd of arseholes wandering round the woods these days. Burning trees, like.”

“I’ll be careful,” she promised, and the wound on her shoulder ached at the words. “Safe flight. Warm nest.”

“And you as well, mum,” the bird said, and fluttered away into the shadows of the wood. 

Tav hummed to herself, thinking about the smoke they’d seen in the distance. How far away might it be from camp? If someone really was burning the wood, they ought to do something about it before it caused even more harm than the crashed nautiloid. 

“Gods,” Astarion said, abruptly at her elbow, and she started. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say so many words at once. Did that spider knock something loose in that hard—I mean darling head of yours?” 

“Yes,” Shadowheart agreed, peering at her. “Awfully specific, too. What was it you said you did again? Before the tadpole and the crash, I mean.”

“Oh, nothing,” Tav told them, turning again to catch the last sight of the sparrow through the trees. “I’ve lived at the temple for years. I’m no one of any account.”

She started walking again. This seemed the best way to avoid the question—the other two being the ones most likely to spend long hikes grumbling than any of her other new companions. Unfortunately, Astarion kept pace with great ease. This was the trouble with all the armor, she decided unhappily. Once she got going, she could barrel right into an ogre and knock it over, but he had her beat for sheer speed. There would be no escape. 

“Oh, really?” he said. “And yet I somehow get the feeling you aren’t being entirely honest. Come now, darling, you’re among friends. Surely it wouldn’t kill you to share something. We’re all just dying to know more.” 

Something delicate and sharp crawled up her throat. Glass; always shattered glass. Tav choked it back and focused on the trees and the ground beyond. 

“We hail from the same place,” she reminded him, glancing at the pale elf from the corner of her eye. “You said yourself you don’t recognize me.”

Because she had shut herself away in her workshop for years. He almost certainly knew her name—the old one—but he would not know her now. What a blessing that was, from the hands of her Morninglord himself. How little it mattered then that she did not recognize herself when it meant that nobody else would, either. 

“I suppose I did,” he said, but his eyes remained narrow. 

“Say now,” Gale called from behind them, “about those boots you found. I think I’ve deciphered the enchantment on them. Rather clever—and simple to explain, too. You see—”

He launched into a detailed explanation not only of the boots in question, but also the method by which they might have been enchanted in the first place. Tav breathed a small, private sigh of relief and nodded to him in thanks. Gale smiled back, eyes crinkling at the corners. The topic, it would seem, had been dropped. 

For now, at least. 

#wip wednesday #scarf wip #tav tag #shivunin scrivening

[ambrossart]

It feels wrong to say “the girl who SA’d Henry” is my favorite character as if I’m like “yeah it rocks that she did that” but I just find her to be one of the most compelling characters in the story so far in the same way that people tend to find Henry sympathetic and compelling despite him doing literal hate crimes. Especially when her classmates were badmouthing her and even Evelyn couldn’t help gawking at her body, you get the idea that she is really messed up but the way she’s treated by others doesn’t help. The scene where you really humanized her and has her humming that melancholic song and being very compassionate toward Evelyn, sandwiched in between the rest of the story driving home that she’s just a lying creep and a loser and a predator, hit me in the gut. She reads as being so lost and in over her head. I do think there’s a trauma to being seen as a sex symbol as a minor (and this being the 80s I realistically can imagine how resentful other girls are to her) and I’m always filling in my own headcanons about how warped her relationship to sexuality is, and the long distance college boyfriend (who she probably had to grow up quick for) probably doesn’t help. I think the story of a girl trying to fill a role that’s expected of her and then regretting it when she’s shamed for it immediately after is so real. You don’t excuse her making false reports but you can understand why she thinks that’s the only way to salvage herself after she’s shamed for giving into the pressure people put on her to do it. Feels sad that she’s so desperate for anyone to sympathize with her or see her as a person with feelings that she’ll lie about it, and even then she’s just further hated for lying. I don’t know. I’m always so fascinated by more problematic characters, especially when it’s a female one. (I’m one of the assholes who voted Steph in the last poll so I guess I have a type! (Also to the other person who voted Steph: YOU’RE A REAL ONE)). Anyway! I love that you don’t write all characters as two-dimensional mustache twirling villains or Mary Poppins clones with the kind of boring character flaws that you say on a job interview. At first I was worried that Evelyn’s only faults were being TOO CARING or TOO PERFECTIONISTIC, but I think the tiny glimpses of selfishness she’s showing and the big reveal that she’s physically forced herself on Henry before have me more on board with this story than ever. 👀 I love watching the perfect “mommy gf” type character get deconstructed. I think everyone is in this fandom because we like how dark and inexcusable but still sympathetic the male bullies are in IT, but I think seeing female antagonists (or better: female protagonists doing meaningfully problematic things and having to atone for it) feels even more unique and interesting. Ok thank you, happy writing, queen, I am so excited for the next chapter 🙏

Don't worry, you're not gonna get any judgment from me for voting for her. Voting for her doesn't mean you condone her actions. Besides, Paper Men is a story full of problematic characters, so it would be hypocritical for anyone to judge you when they're probably thirsting for Patrick Hockstetter, the most problematic character of all. 😂

Your headcanon is honestly pretty similar to the official backstory I have for her. Unlike Evelyn, Manda Bosch blossomed at a very young age and has been sexualized her entire life. She lost her virginity in middle school. A lot of her early relationships were with older men. Her current boyfriend, Matt, is not significantly older than her, but he is older than her, and I wouldn't be surprised if he's only with her for the sex, and he probably cheats on her while he's away at college. Despite what Liz says, Manda is not a "dumb, drunk slut" who's out to steal everyone's boyfriends. That's just Liz being a mean girl. I think Manda's true self is actually very kind, flawed but kind. She offered Hannah-Beth some gum in class. She was very sweet to Evelyn when she had no real reason to be. These are sophomores and Manda is a senior. She should be ignoring them like everyone else.

But sometimes Manda gets lonely (especially with her boyfriend away), and she relates to men the only way she knows how: through sex. She knows that's what men want from her because that's what they've always wanted from her. Then you add way too much alcohol to the mix and it's just a recipe for disaster. She does falsely cry rape occasionally (out of shame), but I guarantee not all of those accusations are false. Manda has definitely been assaulted more than once, probably by men like Martin.

I think the situation with Henry was a very unfortunate mistake. Manda was at the party with her boyfriend. He drank too much and passed out. Manda, drunk herself, wanted to be close to somebody—anybody—and she chose Henry because she assumed he would want it like all men want it. Henry, it should also be said, does project a lot of false bravado. Although he's not flirty like Patrick, he tends to make some pretty inappropriate and sexually aggressive comments to women. He did this with Evelyn when she was asking for the shirts back. He did this with Beverly in the movie. So Manda had every reason to assume that Henry would be fully on board. To be clear, I'm in NO WAY blaming Henry for this situation. It doesn't matter how he acts at school. Obviously, he wasn't comfortable and Manda should have respected that and backed off immediately... but she didn't. Then Henry got triggered and he got violent and things got way out of hand.

Fast forward to school on Monday, now all the senior girls are shaming her for sleeping with a SOPHOMORE, and not just any sophomore—HENRY BOWERS, who is not popular at all. If it were Patrick, the girls would slap her on the back and congratulate her, but Henry? Nobody wants anything to do with Henry. He's not the fun kinda dangerous. He's just plain dangerous. He's radioactive. Everybody knows to steer clear of him (everyone except Evelyn, apparently). And I think Manda felt embarrassed and ashamed and panicked. Plus I also think she doesn't remember a lot of what happened that night apart from him suddenly freaking out on her. If she did, she would feel extremely guilty and horrible for putting someone in that position because that's not who she is. She's not Martin. She's just someone who made a mistake... a very big mistake.

Lastly, to speak on Evelyn's situation with Henry a little bit: I wouldn't say she "forced" herself onto him. I do think she made a huge mistake in her timing. Henry was in a very fragile state that day. He was upset and in a lot of pain. That was NOT the time for her to put the moves on him. She was being very selfish and got caught up in her own feelings and that was wrong of her, but she didn't force him to do anything. He was a fully willing participant... until he wasn't. Henry withdrew consent and left because of his own issues. It had nothing to do with what Evelyn did. Her timing was awful, but she didn't sexually assault him or anything.

I know the details surrounding that situation are still a little fuzzy. They will be explained clearly because she and Henry will discuss it at some point. Until then, we'll leave it as it is.

Oh my god, I wrote way too much. I'm so sorry 😂

#answered asks #thanks for the ask! #bowers gang #henry bowers #it stephen king #it 2017 #it fanfiction #paper men #ambrossart

[redwiccanrobin]

(TW: emotional abuse)

Pacifica Northwest is the ultimate ‘don’t judge someone unless you know their story’ character.

When we first mert her she was just a two dimensional mean girl. You’re meant to find her annoying in the beginning. Maybe even hate her. How could we not? She was a terror to our dear sweet Mabel.

It wasn’t until season 2 that there was a shift. In The Golf War we get hints throughout that things are not what they seem. It’s shown that Pacifica has a lot of pressure on put on her via her parents. A situation that’s hard for anyone to bear, let alone a child. Things we view as normal, such as sharing, Pacifica finds foreign. We get the impression that despite her riches, she doesn’t live in a house full of love.

This is further expanded on in Northwest Mansion Mystery.

Pacifica does and act the way she does in a desperate attempt to get her parents approval. Yet, no matter how hard she tries, it never works. She’s chastised for small things like the color of her dress. Ignored on many occasions. Pushed aside so her parents can continue show boasting their wealth. I would even say that what they put her through is abuse.

A simple ringing of a bell makes her flinch. Makes her compliant in whatever it is that her parents demand of her. We don’t know what has happened to her in the past to make her react this way. However, as someone with triggers caused by abuse, I recognized this. Pacifica was terrified and her parents prey on that fear to get what they want from her. It’s sad to think of this young girl who just wants love is instead met with hostility.

But it should be noted that Pacifica doesn’t exactly wear rose tinted glasses when it comes to her family. Yes, she wants her parents love and approval. But that’s a very normal thing for children to want. She gains the knowledge that her family is not who they appear to be; pillars of a great society. Instead, her family lineage is filled with greed and cruelty. Rather than get defensive on behalf of her ancestors she becomes sad. Realizes that there was a reason for the haunting that overtook her home and disrupted her parent’s party.

Pacifica begins to worry that that is all she’ll ever be; a liar, a thief, cruel. She’s a Northwest. Something her parents take great pride in. What they want her to become. Yet, she feels sick at the idea of becoming that. It wasn’t until Dipper talked her down, told her she wasn’t that. Underneath the mask of a mean girl is a kind, scared kid who just wants love. She’s not what her parents want her to be. She can be who she wants to be.

The haunting that had been terrorizing her mansion is caused by a broken promise. Many decades ago, one of Pacifica’s ancestors promised that they would allow everyone, rich and poor, to celebrate at the annual parties they hold. Yet, that never came to be. By the time it rolls around this time, the resentment for that broken promise boils over. A ghost starts to reek havoc on the home, will only leave if they remedy that deal. Pacifica realizes this. She goes to open the gates that are leaving the every day citizens on the outside. Before she can do so, her father rings that bell that has come to mean a threat. Instead of cowering away and doing as she’s told, Pacifica stand up for herself and opens the gate. She fulfilled the promise because she wants to be better than those who came before her.

Pacifica is one of the most realistic aspects of Gravity Falls. Many children who suffer from some type of abuse will go to lengths to appease their abusers. They’ll put on masks to hide the pain of what they’re going through. Some may stay in that desperate mode of wanting to be what their abusers want them to be. But others, like Pacifica, give up on that. Realize it’s futile; she’ll never get their approval. So, she might as well be the real Pacifica.

#gravity falls #gravity falls meta #pacifica northwest

[rozecrest]

my favorite thing about prince hill is how messy it is. this place is the home of the elected princes of the lonjaro, defenders and symbols of trim and the power and connectedness of the mbo near everyone who lives there spends years tangled up in knots. throughout the story of ash chapters, tau-indi is haunted with guilt at their twin sibling dying in the wound and drowning in jealousy and loneliness at the new intimacy between their best friends. tahr and padrigan want each other and their spouses are long gone, yet obligation and propriety keep them apart until falcrest looms so close they be fully with each other. abdumasi feels set apart from the princes and when his ever-distant mother is killed he’s left drifting and grasping for something that would have him cast out of his home.

some of this is absolutely the result of the pressures of imperialism that have been trying their hardest to destroy the oriati mbo while disguising it as help, but some of this i think, is because there is a wound in trim. a DEEP structural wound, that it doesn’t apply to people they don’t consider human and that it is not fully accessible to those living in poverty. trim embodies hope and connection and the power the bonds between people and is one of the most powerful and true concepts i have ever encountered in media. yet, it does not consider the cancrioth human, it consider them enemies to peace and connection and horrific in their practices and has decided that nothing can possibly be done to change this. they are not touched by trim. it spares no thought to their complexity and beliefs and how they have grown in some ways, no longer slavers, and been warped by their own people disowning them as nothing. there is a difference in the way trim is conceptualized and the way it is practiced.

the mbo is a rich and beautiful place with so much life and goodness and layers of culture, but it is not perfect. there is poverty, and that builds a barrier between the common person and the princes of the hill that is best explained by the satirist in the monster baru cormorant:

when you are in poverty, there is less time to do ceremonies of principles and trim, you do not have jewels and paint to adorn yourself with, you are worried about the food you will be putting on the table and keeping your family healthy and safe. it is exhausting and it is understandable that there are people who are resentful of the privilege of even having the energy to invest in making their trim be as good as it can be. no doubt that in the years after the armada war and the surrender to falcrest, this barrier has only gotten deeper.

this is also why i am so excited for the further exploration of trim in fourth masquerade series book. as tau says in the tyrant baru cormorant “i cannot be ambassador for the mbo any longer, but perhaps there is a reason for that. perhaps fate took everything i loved because those bonds held me back from who i need to be. i was ambassador to falcrest, a place without trim. i must believe that people without trim are still capable of good. i must believe the cancrioth can make human choices.”

i believe tau-indi bosoka is approaching the purest actualization of trim. not pure as in best, tau is not a perfect, no one ever could be. but they have spent their entire life thinking about how to be a better person and they have committed to doing the work. kindalana and abdu are going back to the mbo to soread their message and make peace between the mbo and the cancrioth. in conjunction with baru’s plan to reshape the economy of the world away from falcrest as it’s rotten center and towards trading as a means of connection and uplifting people, especially the poorest and most vulnerable communities this feels like a vital and necessary step. an ideology improved and spread across the world. upholding the faith. the hope and fear of caring. a better world.

#gesturing wildly with my hands I LOVE U TRIM I LOVE U TAU-INDI I LOVE U BARU BOOKS #trim will save us and trim is only other people :) #the masquerade series #baru cormorant #tau-indi bosoka #chats

[thepeanutbutterwizard]

How have they kept Odalia from catching on that they’re friends? Also, have you considered doing omakes for this AU of moments like this that don’t fit well in the main story? No pressure or anything, just curious.

Well things are better between Amity and the twins to start off, and their help makes a fair amount of difference.

In cannon the strain in their relationship seemed to stem from the pressure Amity was feeling causing her to resent that they can get away with their pranks and stuff, her trying to get them in trouble for once, them retaliating against her, her telling on them for their retaliation, and rinse and repeat with their parents either not noticing or not caring about that cycle.

But since Amity has a reason to rebel as well, she's less invested in actually keeping to Odalia's standards, and doesn't want to try and expose how Ed and Em aren't living up to them.

Ed and Em were thrilled to learn their little Mittens was sneaking around behind Odalias back, passing notes to Luz through library books, volunteering to tutor Willow after school back before she transferred to the Plant track, and have been very willing to help Amity sneak around Odalia, and she helps them as well.

Another, rather surprising...ally isn't the right word for Boscha, but she does actually help cover for Amity, even though she kind of hates her guts (feelings mutual).

I'm going to be expanding on the world building a bit in HS au, and something I'm going to be doing is showing how magic isn't meant to be neatly compartmentalized into nine different categories. Magic is supposed to be Wild.

I mentioned in DoaF that Luz has a lot of classes that overlap with Willow and Amity, but only has a general class (like history or math) with Gus, and that's bc Abominations and Potions have a lot of overlap, as do Plants and Potions.

Boschas parents in HS run a Potions company that makes different types of serums made specifically to be used on Abominations, to help Abominationists get their goo to the right consistency or texture or level of stability that they need for their job or whatever it is they need to do.

Their company is partnered with Blight Industries as a supplier for these very useful serums, and since their company is a fair bit smaller than the Blights, Boschas parents are super insistent that she maintain a good relationship with Amity so they don't risk losing that contract.

So even though Boscha would rather give up Grudgby forever than help the S1-Hexsquad, she and Amity actually have to work together to trick their parents into thinking they're still best friends. So they'll help cover for each other out of self preservation.

All that plus Eda applying the skills learned after decades of being a career criminal to help means Odalia is currently none the wiser, and is more invested in chasing Amity around with a bottle of hair dye than in who she's hanging out with at school.

And I actually have been considering posting outtakes and scrapped ideas for HS au and DoaF! Bc I have quite a few of them already, including a version of Eda finding the kids from Eda's perspective instead of Luz's I wrote when I was writing Chap 2.

Since I'm still hammering things out for later down the line (I have an overall plan with a few major plot beats I'm settled on, and ideas for how everything else is gonna go, but I only have up through the S1 events and a little into S2 of HS au concretely planned out) I'm going to hold off on posting any of those until I get things settled a bit more, since I don't want to put something out as a scrapped idea, only for me to get a new idea that means I can incorporate that scrapped idea, but now I've spoiled it and told everyone I'm not using it.

#the owl house #owl house #toh #half sibling au #the owl house au #owl house au #toh au

[mycptsdstory]

Everyone talks about their disability and how it effects them. THAT IS FAIR.

HOWEVER, let's talk about the children/adults who are also the caretakers, the ones with no disabilities and with a neurological brain. The ones who do everything for their siblings. SOMETIMES and I mean SOMETIMES they are called the Glass Child.

Let's Talk about the Glass Child.

(Link from the screenshot above)

The Glass Child is often referred to as the Forgotten Child, since the parents forget about the other child's needs. Since they don't have a disability or neurodivergent brain. The parent will often use all their attention on the other sibling with a disability, because they need more care and observation. The other child will be left behind because they don't need that much attention. This will lead the child to feel hopeless and worthless, hence the Glass Child.

The Glass Child will often be;

Fiercely independent – they don’t ask for help when they need it and feel more responsibility at a younger age.

Fear – Did I cause this? Can/will this also happen to me?

Pressured/perfectionism/high standards – too many demands placed on them, feeling they can’t make a mistake; they must do things perfect to “not rock the boat”.

Silenced/feeling forgotten – let them have a voice, they want to be seen and heard.

(link to the bullet points)

The Glass Child SOMETIMES have to look after their disabled sibling and help out with their parents. Due to this, their needs aren't being met and they often feel isolated, let down and this can cause depression and anxiety in their adult life. Since they help out the parents, they seek validation and people please, all because their needs aren't being met. Again, this can cause resentment and feeling left out. They often feel, they aren't "good enough", since the parents will put all the attention on the other sibling. They will often push back hospital appointments, dental appointments and other important needs last, since the other sibling needs more attention than the 'Glass Child'. They often feel "less important".

Even to a point the Glass Child will ignore their own medical conditions, because the other sibling with a disability, will have their needs met, compared to the Glass Child. This CAN and MAYBE cause trauma to their childhood to adult life, since they didn't put their needs in front of their own. The Glass Child simply ignored their needs because they weren't "good enough". Again, this can cause resentment towards the other sibling with a disability.

Moreso, to leave high paying jobs, to look after the sibling. Moving back home, to make sure the sibling is taken care of. Again, ignoring their needs and wishes. Also again, can cause resentment. Even a rift in the family.

What are the results in Adult life?

Having problems to connect with people on a deep level

Struggle making friends

Depression

Anxiety

Self-hatred/unhealthy self-esteem

Being overly concerned for other people well being and not putting their needs first

People pleasing

Finding it hard to set boundaries

Finding it hard to say "no".

Being "perfect"

Guilt

Self-blame

Invisibility during social interactions

(Link to some of the bullet points)

All of this, combined, the Glass Child doesn't feel loved. Since, the disabled sibling will get their needs met first, while the Glass Child will not.

WORST WORST WORST case scenario, being a Glass Child can and I mean POSSIBLY cause PTSD or CPTSD.

Glass children take on mature responsibilities at a young age.

They might feel obligated to do more around the house or have higher expectations of themselves because they’re more capable. They might even start assuming caregiver responsibilities for their sibling. As a result, the glass child may miss out on some normal childhood activities and experiences.

For example, a glass child may not participate in afterschool activities if they feel the need to be home to care for their sibling or don’t want to add logistical pressure on their parents.

Some studies suggest glass children are prone to anxiety or depression. The circumstances of a glass child often lead to feelings of isolation, loneliness, or hopelessness. When action isn’t taken early on to make the child feel validated and they internalize these feelings, the child may be more likely to suffer from clinical anxiety, depression, or even post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) as teens and adults.

(Link from this article. Look I know it's Wiki, but this is honestly a great example and helps to understand on a basic level. Since not everyone can understand big long fancy words.)

Here are some links to help you understand Glass Child more;

#glass child #glass child psychology #psychology #psychology 101 #what is a glass child #siblings #sister #brother #disability #parenting #ptsd #cptsd #c ptsd

[pansexual-lilychen]

what i think is boderline really sad is that with the characters from the last hours and their parents (aka the characters from the infernal devices) we have a set up that mirrors the situation of the characters from the legend of korra and their parents/grandparents (aka the characters from avatar the last air bender) where the older generation are really well beloved by fans in their original medium (in this case tid & atla) but turn out to be mainly bad or not great parents to the characters in the follow-up medium (in this case tlh & tlok).

we see this for example with katara and aang, who were fan favorites, overall great characters with amazing arcs and developments, but over the course of tlok we see how bumi, tenzin and kya were partially neglected, excluded and to a small fraction even pitted against each other. we as the audience of course understand that both aang and katara had legacies to carry on as benders, especially aang as the last airbender who had to rebuild an entire nation all alone, but they both try to pass on their legacies by putting this immense pressure on kya and tenzin, and by neglecting bumi.

and it is similar in the last hours, where we unfortunately have to see fan favorite and well beloved characters, tessa & will and charlotte & henry, ultimately fail as parents. i know this sounds harsh and a lot of fans are not ready to hear this, but we can see this repetition of the avatar pattern here again:

henry and charlotte are both very ambitious and selfless people, who see their work as a mean to help everyone around them, which ultimately results in them throwing themselves into work and neglecting their children. which results in charles trying everything to be like his mother to win her affection and matthew not trusting his parents anymore and feeling like he doesn’t even know them, which leads to him not only shutting himself off of them, but also relying on a truth serum to find out the truth rather than just asking his parents. (not to say that the truth serum thing was henry or charlottes fault)

and as for tessa and will, tessa is overall just seen as insanely passive all through the last hours, she barely interacts with her children, and she barely notices that something is up with them until it is too late. and then she leaves them all alone after their father dies to basically never return as if she was the only one who lost someone when will died. and as for will, he told james growing up that “herondales love but once” ingraining this utterly false and toxic narrative into this child’s mindset, resulting in him not letting go of the idea of grace very often (with or without the gracelet). i really did not expect this from will, especially not after the events of the infernal devices, where his curse was so connected to the idea of love only to find out that everyone loved him all along, shaping this idea of love entirely new for him, did he forget all about that? at this point i could go into a whole ass essay about will herondales fucked up idea of love and why it is not only toxic and a terrible lesson to teach a child but also just plain stupid and wrong, but we’ll leave it at that.

overall i hope that chain of thorns can redeem these characters as parents so we don’t start to resent them as avatar fans did with the gaang.

#hard to swallow pill #rant #tsc #cassandra clare #the shadowhunter chronicles #the last hours #tlh #chot #choi #chog #the infernal devices #tid #charles fairchild #henry fairchild #charlotte fairchild #matthew fairchild #tessa gray #will herondale #lucie herondale #james herondale #atla #tlok #the legend of korra #avatar #avatar the last air bender