#literally everyone has problems in their life ; do they nag about it like me?

[lonelypep]

every smash bros character ranked by how good of a cook i think they’d be.

82: piranha plant

eating this dish will kill you instantly. turns out he spit some poison in there while no one was looking. and yeah, that sucks, but if you even accepted a meal from this guy i think you have bigger problems

81: ridley.

let’s be real, if you let this guy into the kitchen, you made a huge mistake. it’s like john mulaney’s horse in a hospital sketch: you never know what he’s gonna do next. you’re too focused on getting him out.

80: king k rool.

king k rool is many things. a king, a pirate, a scientist. but he is not a cook. he’ll try, but he has literally no clue what he’s even doing in the kitchen.

79: yoshi

yoshi will give you a dish and you’ll be like “what the fuck is this” and he’ll talk about how it was made from the finest newborns of his home planet. i’m deciding to ignore it but it’s really nagging at me.

78: sonic

sonic shouldn’t be on this list. because he wouldn’t make you any food. he’ll go to the local sonic and get a burger in about 3 minutes. it sucks. disqualified.

77: pac man

what can i say. it tastes like literal plastic. i don’t even wanna know how he made it. i’ll give it back to him but the nice thing about pac man is he wouldn’t give a shit.

76: bowser jr.

fuck this guy. he rage quit at making a grilled cheese. now there’s a literal canonball in the stove. now no one else can use it!! this is what happens when you spoil kids.

75: pikachu/pichu

these two are in the same category since they’d make the same thing. they’d get store bought french fries and fry them with lighting outside. it’s consistent, it works, just not really filling. and they don’t know how to make anything else.

74. wario

don’t get me wrong: he knows what he’s doing. he’s the burger king of smash. he’s this low because the burger is the most unhealthy shit you’ll ever have. eating it gave you chronic diarrhea, gastrointestinal issues, and permanently damaged your taste buds. but god fucking damn was it a good burger.

73. hero

he gave you a single piece of bread with butter on it. it’s not bad but…really dude?

72: olimar

he didn’t make you a bad meal, in fact it was one of the best here. but that’s because he didn’t make you something. it was the pikmin and he’s trying to pass it off as his own and the pikmin don’t know because they don’t speak english. 0/10: not fucking cool dude.

71: kazuya

honestly? i don’t trust this guy. i was too intimidated to even ask his name. from what i can gather no one even invited him to the party he just showed up and made a mediocre meal. what’s weird: someone came into the kitchen and claimed this guy killed their whole family. we never saw that guy again. needless to say, kazuya wasn’t invited to the afterparty.

70: link (botw)

don’t get me wrong here, link is a five star chef. he’s just really unsanitary. apparently he cut the meat and vegetables with the same sword he killed calamity ganon with. i don’t wanna taste that guy!! have you seen him?? not to mention he pulled the meal out of his pants. i don’t even know how it fit in there.

69: inkling

she made a pancake and i thought it was good! but i absolutely can’t condone this. inkling left so much fucking weird slime and shit all over my house. and got really competitive when she heard i was getting meals from everyone else. i hope they’re all ok.

68: ROB

it was so processed. the most processed food i’ve ever had in my entire life. it’s not his fault, rob is a great guy. but this tasted like literally nothing.

67: ice climbers

when they told me they were making dessert, i trusted them. but i let someone else taste test first. my best friend was sent to the hospital because of tongue frostbite. didn’t even know that was a thing. i made the ice climbers pay for it (they’re fucking loaded)

66: villager

he made isabelle do it. and she made something great! but i’m not giving this cretin credit for having the money to afford a five star chef. you don’t deserve it because you sold a shit ton of tarantulas villager!!

65: lucario.

dude got really mad and destroyed my kitchen. he’s REALLY lucky he got the burger PERFECTLY cooked.

64: male byleth.

like this dude knows how to cook. he can barely make chicken nuggets. he has to eat in the school cafeteria simply because he never learned how to cook a simple meal. but he’s a really nice guy. total himbo. love him.

63: ryu

i asked this guy what he likes to eat. big mistake. he then went on to say that his training regiment doesn’t condone copious indulgence (his words) and he lives off of nothing but protein shakes. you do you i guess.

62-61: fox/falco

these two went into the kitchen and came out with weird alien food. i didn’t eat it but everyone else seemed to enjoy it

60: greninja

when he first came out i was so excited. he came out with the most finely sliced food i had ever seen in my entire life. but it was soooo watered down. everything tasted like celery. how do you make crab taste like celery?? how??!

59-58: simon/richter

these guys both made the same exact fish recipe, came out at the same time, and proceeded to fight each other. i didn’t get to try any 😭

57-49: every fire emblem character.

genuinely, i can’t tell these guys apart. or their food choices. honestly, my bad. i’m sure they’re good. but where do i even start.

48: sheik

she doesn’t know how to cook. she kidnapped someone else. normally i wouldn’t put someone like that this high but a. i have gender envy b. it’s for the greater good (or so she said)

47: cloud

dude made a great sandwich but he kept screaming random noises while he did. personally, i’m just glad he managed not to destroy the kitchen. that’s a first here.

46: captain falcon

he promised he’d pick up some pizza but got into a car crash on the way there. eventually he got there after the car crash was all sorted out, but got into ANOTHER on the way back. i’m honestly kind of impressed

45: steve

steve could cook an absolutely fucking KILLER meal. he’ll even offer to do it for free. but you shouldn’t let him under any circumstances. he took 13 hours gathering materials and while the wait was, arguably, worth it, i never want to experience it again. (side note: we asked captain falcon to get some pizza while waiting which led to the aforementioned entry)

44: sora

sora doesn’t know how to cook but he’s by far the biggest name at this party. everyone fucking loves him. he’s friends with GOOFY. this dude hangs out with GOOFY. this guys has hung out with GOOFY AND jack sparrow. bad food but i could listen to this guy talk for hours about his story. i’m sure i’ll understand it all.

43-40: pokémon trainer

this guys organization is fucking atrocious. if he can actually get his shit together he’ll cook up some nice vegetarian meals, but that’s a big if.

HONORABLE MENTION: sans mii gunner

sans undertale is a world renowned, famous chef. his recipes are simple, but cooked with such love, care, and finess it turns a simple cheeseburger into a masterpiece. sans undertale would easily top this list. sans mii gunner is not sans undertale. he bought the real sans’ cookbook and thinks he’s some kind of cooking genius. and sure he’s got the recipes but none of the skill to actually make it.

39-38: samus/zero suit samus

hooray! we’re out of bad cook options now. samus is a great cook, but she’s so used to her alien delicacies she doesn’t know how to cook on earth anymore. shame, but i trust her to produce something edible.

37: shulk

he is really good at the grill. unfortunately, he refused to put a shirt on and made everyone a little uncomfy. that being said, he showed me the beach boys and i had never listened to them before. so he gets points.

36-35: pit/dark pit

these guys don’t know how to cook but the flew into the sky and killed some mythical bird for everyone to eat. i couldn’t have any, i’m pescatarian, but everyone else loved it.

34: bayonnetta

she opened a portal to a waffle house and a bunch of demons came flying out. she didn’t make anything, but honestly, absolutely legendary experience that was.

33: duck hunt

you’d think a dog wouldn’t bring anything meaningful. this would be false. that is the freshest duck i’ve ever seen in my entire life. (didn’t eat it: pescatarian)

32: king dedede

he made his legendary homemade mashed potatoes. everyone loved them. so creamy… weirdly perfect. too bad i hate the monarchy. sorry bud.

31: meta knight

meta knight is a great cook and should be higher. but i don’t want him to be. because he’s so fucking pretentious. he sliced all the food in front of everyone and wouldn’t shut up about radiohead. hate this guy.

30-29: daisy/peach

these two put all their private chefs together to make something for everyone. great catering, great food, but they didn’t technically make it. love them.

28: mewtwo

as if mewtwo wouldn’t just read someone’s mind and cook something. but it’s not mewtwo’s food…so…. sorry dude you cheated.

27: dark samus

she really surprised me here. she cooked up the most exquisite alien delicacies i’ve ever tasted in my entire life. should be higher. but unfortunately, i had to get a space parasite removed from my system by regular samus. honestly though… it was worth it.

26: ganon

he was rude to everyone about his cooking skills and wouldn’t stop bragging. asshole am i right? but surprised everyone by grilling his god damn heart out. he’s a bad try hard but like go off i guess.

25: isabelle

she’s trying her absolute fucking best and she deserves the world here. amazing cook, we need to save her from the island.

24: little mac

dude went so hard. brought new york pizza ALL THE WAY FROM NEW YORK. ok, not literally, but he made a damn good pizza

23: snake

full disclosure: snake doesn’t know how to cook. also no one knows he’s an agent. but he has to cook to blend in so you BEST BELIEVE this man is going to COOK like his life depends on it.

22-20: young link, ness, and lucas

all these guys are incredibly mature for their age. surprised everyone at this party. i had deep and philosophical conversations with all of them about appreciating life. i fucking cried. oh and they made everyone sandwiches, and even took my pescatarianism into account.

19: rosalina

she brought weird space ice cream and i felt my mind expanding as i ate it. love her.

18: mr game and watch

he feels like everyone’s dad! and he’s one of those cooks who cooks in front of everyone. dude flung his meals onto everyone’s plates expertly. love him.

17: joker

originally much lower on this list, joker showed up at my house and attempted to make a grilled cheese and made the worst thing i’ve ever taste. then he said something about gru from despicable me and stood in the corner for an hour. originally i had him towards the bottom but then he doordashed five gigantic burgers, ate all of them in one sitting, and then made me an expensive curry that tasted fantastic. dude went hard.

it was at this point i realized i made a mistake with the numbers. like hell if i’m going to fix the whole thing.

22: zelda

she made some weird food but damn was it pretty to look at! crystals, magic power, i mean good vibes all around here.

21-20: pyra and mythra

i feel like i should put them here since they’re confirmed to be good cooks in the game. but between you and me, i didn’t invite them. i’d consider some entries before this to be better cooks but at this point i’ve been working on this list for 8 hours i do not wanna go back and fix things please i mean this whole list is a joke no one should take this seriously

19: banjo and kazooie

these guys can fucking cook. they’ve been living on their own for a while so it makes sense but it still surprises me. they made a really big stew and even brought free puzzle games.

18: wolf

GRILL MASTER. dude knows what he’s doing on that thing. i’ve never seen better spatula work. holy shit.

17: kirby

kirby came in with some weird blonde hair and made some FANTASTIC ribs (that i didn’t have bc i’m pescatarian). weirdly, gordon ramsey went missing the same day…. i’m sure it means nothing.

16: mario

dude made some absolutely spectacular spaghetti. but he kept talking about how great he is and it really off put some people. kinda weird dude.

15: dr mario. dude brought 50 apples to the potluck. guess he doesn’t wanna see anyone in the office. and he didn’t because we ate them all. take that.

14: min min

she brought some soup dumplings which a lot of people hadn’t had! love her. literally fantastic. she had a whole arm for cooking. that’s what we call efficient.

13: ken

he’s kenough. he is amazing at barbecue. he can cook things with his hands, juggle, also he’s just a fun presence. (i made him make fake meat burgers for me)

12: jigglypuff

she showed up with so many pastries. like so many. not only that, but they were decorative!! she put so much work into that. love her.

11: luigi

he tried to make spaghetti like his brother but a literal fucking meteor slammed into his pot and cracked it. tough luck. then he offered to pay and i refused, but went out and got me some really expensive spaghetti anyways! he’s such a nice guy!! shouldn’t be this high… but i love this guy so much. he’s trying his hardest and i respect that.

10: toon link

toon link didn’t actually make anything. but his mom came and made everyone a salad. and honestly! his mom is some great company. she had so many interesting stories about his childhood. honestly she added so much to the function

9: terry

he is the BARBECUE MASTER!!!! literally what the hell how is he so good! everyone at the party kinda stereotyped him but he’s really really progressive with his views which you wouldn’t think for a big barbecue muscle guy in a baseball cap but everyone loved this guy.

8: mega man

the MASTER CHEF!! literally. he was on master chef. he uses thin round blades to slice vegetables, heats things perfectly, has an instance knowledge of spices, just damn. this guy knows what he’s doing.

7-6: bowser and donkey kong

common misconception: everyone thinks these two would have no idea how to cook. but these are FAMILY GUYS HERE!! they’re providing for absolutely gigantic families, these fuckers know how to make a sandwich and they did. initially they started off making separate sandwiches but they have a really similar recipe and decided to work together. and i really respect that. also turns out peach is just bowser’s kids’ babysitter.

5: palutena.

everyone expected her to show up with some absolutely mystical food. naturally, she showed up with the literal ambrosia of the gods. holy shit. unfortunately, she didn’t put as much effort into it as she could’ve.

4: sephiroth.

ok this guy didn’t really cook anything amazing. but his sheer fucking commitment to the vibe is literally legendary. this man has a long as sword he cut 10 veggies at a time with. he heat them with magic world ending fire. when he was done in the kitchen he surrounded himself with fire and gazed menacingly at me. his sheer commitment to the edge lord aesthetic is truly exemplary.

3: incineroar.

THE GRILLING GOAT!! this man is a grill master. he was prepared to grill ANYTHING. and i mean anything. fish, veggies, meat, fucking grilled cheese. love this guy.

2: wii fit trainer

she made the most well balanced and healthy salad i’ve ever had. and she made it taste extraordinary. she can be a little intense about fitness but i’ve never had a healthier meal in my life. it immediately lowered my extremely high cholesterol.

1. diddy kong

he’s about ten. he made you a pb&j. he had homework to do, but he made you a pb&j. he didn’t have to. he wasn’t asked to. he just wanted to make you a pb&j. he could’ve done anything else but he made you a pb&j. what heartless monster wouldn’t accept it.

#i listened to country music making this #video games #super smash bros #luigi #super mario #princess peach #donkey kong #legend of zelda #metroid #kirby #star fox #pokémon #earthbound #mother 3 #f zero #fire emblem #kid icarus #wario #metal gear #sonic #pikmin #animal crossing #isabelle #mega man #punch out #pac man #xenoblade #street fighter #ff7 #persona 5

[astro-pioneer]

teenager in love!

he's absolutely smitten by you. is that bad? 『ace, ruggie』

ace!

an absolute simpleton

he's so giddy whenever he's around you it gives everyone whiplash

grim could be getting the slandering of his life and ace would see you walking and be like !!!! and switch up so fast

he'd leave deuce, grim, and yuu behind just to walk you to class and enjoy the small time together fjdjfjdj

definitely the type to somehow leave class early and wait for you at your class

one day he had a present for you and bashfully admitted the begging he had to do to get it made him have to feed the flamingoes for a month

riddle and trey (mostly trey) feel bad and give him the stuff he asks for with no punishment because 1) every heartslabyul student is now slacking and 2) the grovelling got on riddle's nerves quickly lmao

grim gets pissy whenever ace sits with you during lunch because it's one less person he can steal food from but that's a him problem

"This isn't fair! Who's going to give me more food now!?" It was a miracle most of the students were ignoring Grim's meltdown during lunch. His eyes were drilling holes into the back of Ace's head a few tables away. It was an amazement in of itself that the bread sitting in the monster's mouth wasn't soaked with the dramatic tears streaming down his face. "How dare they take my other supplier away from me!" Deuce and Yuu tried their best to ignore him.

Ace was sweating, holding his sandwich while trying to avoid looking behind him. It was an amusing sight to see; it wasn't every day the cat made the redhead shiver. "If you'd like we could have lunch another day? It seems like your friend doesn't seem fond of us hanging out." Ace whipped around quickly, a mean glare being sent to Grim, who screamed and dove into the magicless prefect's blazer.

Turning back around, he sent you a grin, "Never! Say, how about we also have lunch together tomorrow? Same table? I can bring you a pastry or something! Also don't mind the furball, he's just stupid."

ruggie!

four words: a piece of shit (in leona's eyes)

he has no problem going out of his way to assist you! carrying textbooks? hold the lightest one, he'll take the rest

leona's a hater because he gets ruggie's attitude after he was a literal saint with you

dude practically spends more time with you in your dorm than his own dorm (leona's room and laundry are getting out of control please give him back)

the only time he's not as sweet is when he sees you struggling with something

prepare for a whole bullying session before he swoops in and helps you

definitely would skip away like a buffoon while telling you you don't owe him anything

leona would pay to unwitness that

Leona groaned, trying to tune out Ruggie's complaints about how Crewel is on his ass about trying to get the lion beastman to attend class. Like hey, he's a pretty lazy dude, what do you expect? "Hey, Leona! At least pretend to listen, will ya'?" Leona was thinking about what to make the hyena get him for lunch.

He cracked an eye open after not hearing any nagging in his ear, only to roll and shut it again. Don't get him wrong; he doesn't hate you. His room just needs to be cleaned, is all. He could faintly hear Ruggie's conversation with you, something about test tubes or something.

Hearing footprints tap away on the tiles, he opened his eyes again. Ruggie somehow was able to forget all about his issues with his dorm leader. He rolled over, getting comfortable. He needs to thank you when he sees you later.

#✎ expedition #〄 earth #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #ruggie x reader

[angelsmist]

MEETING THE FAMILY

HBCU!SHURI X READER

prompt: fall break is coming up, and you’re dreading getting shamed about your love life once again by your family. but an opportunity soon opens up when shuri offers to be your fake girlfriend for the week.

contains: fluff, cursing

disclaimers - this is not my idea!! all credits to @/ vargskelegore for hbcu shuri. it is an amazing idea. however, the storyline is mine. also, i would prefer if only black people read this story, simply because it is a reader insert specifically for us. thank you <3

was gonna make this one part but it got too long 💔

“I’m racking up a tab here,” You joked, poking Shuri’s shoulder.

Fall break was coming up soon, meaning that you’d be traveling back to Tennessee to visit your family.

Of course, you loved seeing them and telling them all about your experience but there was one thing, just one little thing that could ruin your entire stay.

Your love life.

For some reason, everyone in your family felt the need to push the idea of a relationship down your throat everytime you saw them. Literally everyone.

You didn’t want to rush a relationship. You preferred to wait for one to find you, as corny as it sounds. But that didn’t stop your relatives from nagging you about whether or not you were still single.

It was exhausting and annoying.

Plus, you knew this one was going to be a handful because your sister blabbed that you were friends with the princess of Wakanda. Not only would they bombard you with questions, they’d also beg you to get into a relationship with her for royal purposes.

It’s not that you didn’t wanna date Shuri. Of course you did. You had finally become aware of your feelings with her that week you spent sharing a dorm with her last month. You had grown to like her, a lot. But you didn’t want her to find out your true feelings by the terms of your family.

And somehow while studying with Shuri, you two found a way to get onto that subject. You figured she was going to Wakanda for the break, so her offer to come with you definitely caught you off guard.

“I’ve already made arrangements to spend all of Winter break in Wakanda,” Shuri informed you. “It would be amazing to get to meet your family.”

“Oh, girl. You don’t know my family, they will have you begging to go back within a day,” You replied, dropping your entire body on Shuri’s pillow. “And when I say I have a big family turnout, I mean big. For most of it, everyone’s doing their own thing with their age group, but at some point during the night my mom somehow fits everyone in the living room for the Cupid Shuffle. You don’t wanna see that.”

She mimicked your action, turning to face you on the bed once she did so. “It’s starting to sound like you don’t want me coming.”

You didn’t want to tell her the true reason why you were skeptical about it, scared that you’d make her uncomfortable. “No! It’s not that. I do want you to come. It’s just…my family has no shame. They’ll try and play cupid the whole time you’re there and just push us together. They might even try and make us share a plate. I don’t bring nobody around my family like that, so you know how that’ll end.”

“Then let’s act like we are already together,” She proposed, calmer than one should be when saying that type of thing.

You tilted your head in confusion. “What?”

“Let’s pretend we’re dating for the week. They can’t make us uncomfortable if we say we’re together,” She explained further. “Problem solved. Now you can’t find any other reasons to stop me from coming.”

“You really not gon’ give up, are you?” You questioned, a smile tugging at your lips. When Shuri shook her head, you finally caved in. “Ight, fine. But you better be the best fake girlfriend to ever exist.”

“It would be my honor.”

“Hey, Jada. We’re like three minutes away,” You updated your older sister, entering your neighborhood that was oh-so-familiar. “How big is the turnout so far this year?”

You and Shuri were running about two hours late from when you initially said you were getting there. But, knowing your family, they’d all be late as hell too.

“Almost everyone is here,” She answered, earning a gasp from you.

Shuri looked away from the road momentarily out of curiousness. You didn’t notice.

“Almost everyone? Last thanksgiving it took a whole five hours for at least half of us to be there.”

“Yeah, well, everybody’s eager to see this princess of Wakanda you’re bringing. I still think your ass is playing, but I guess I’ll see in a minute. Wait, do I gotta bow or some shit?”

“No! Don’t do that,” You rushed to answer, still trying to remain vague so Shuri wouldn’t know what you were talking about. “Just be normal.”

“Ohh, got it.” With that, she hung up just as you and Shuri pulled into the driveway of your home. You missed it. As annoying as your family could be, seeing them brought you a tremendous amount of comfort. You turned to Shuri when she finally parked.

“I wanna warn you to be careful. My family is a safety hazard, and I’m being deadass. So, I can’t confirm that you’ll survive an entire week,” You warned, only half-joking.

Shuri let out a laugh that radiated comfort and warmth, which helped you loosen up a little. “I’m sure I can handle what they throw at me.”

By the time you two exited the vehicle, your sister was already waiting outside of the door, looking to see if it truly was princess Shuri that came with you. Once she registered that it was, her jaw dropped. Quickly.

She rushed over to the two of you who were getting your suitcases out of the trunk. Instead of assisting you with yours, like a normal, good sister would do, she helped Shuri, a polite smile on her face.

“It’s so nice to meet you, princess Shuri!” She greeted, a smile on her face you could see right through.

Shuri, however, could not and returned the smile. “Thank you, it’s nice to meet you too, Jada. But please, just call me Shuri.”

“Alright, Shuri. Both of you come on. They’re all inside waiting for you guys.”

Your sister jogged ahead of you and Shuri to lead the way, and the princess used that as the opportunity to turn to you. “I’m beginning to think you were just being a little dramatic when describing your family.”

You held a hand to your heart, fake gasping. “Don’t start. You’ve only met my sister. It gets worse.”

Shuri laughed once again as your sister opened the door to your home. During the long car ride, you taught Shuri the name of as many people as possible that were coming as far as you knew, and supplied her with pictures. You just hoped she had good memory.

Upon entering your home, your little brother and younger cousins swarmed Shuri like moths to a flame. She began to get ambushed with inquiries.

“Is it true you’re dating my sister?”

“If you two get married will that make us royalty?”

“My mama told me I’m supposed to bow to royalty. Is that true?”

“You’re a lot taller than in the pictures.”

“Can you take me back to Wakanda with you?”

You sent Shuri an apologetic look before grabbing her luggage along with yours and making a pathway for the kitchen.

You were greeted with the sight of your mom, two of your aunts, and one of your uncles.

They immediately paused their cooking to embrace you at once, practically strangling you.

“(Name), finally! It feels like years since I’ve last seen you,” Your mom spoke excitedly.

“Ma, it’s literally been, like, two months.”

Your aunt took the suitcases from your hands. “I’ll get these to your room. When I get back, you better introduce me to this princess you’re dating.”

“Speaking of, where is she?” Your other aunt tapped her foot. “Nah, don’t worry, I’ll find her myself. You don’t mind watching the chicken, right?”

Before you could reply, she was already out of the kitchen, along with your mom, leaving you with just your uncle who couldn’t stop laughing.

You walked over to him and noticed he was preparing the mac n cheese. “The hell just happened?”

“You brought royalty inside the house,” He began, pulling you into his side for a hug. Kissing the top of your head, he continued. “What did you expect?”

He was right. You brought a princess from the richest nation in the entire world, so it made sense that they’d be more excited to see her than you. Still kinda stung, though.

“I can watch the food while you say hi to everyone else,” He offered, taking notice of your lowered spirit.

You sent him an incredulous look. “All this food?”

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

Without another word, you made your way out of the kitchen and into the living room where your dad and the rest of your uncles were, as per usual.

Your dad momentarily looked away from the sports game he was watching to smile at you. “Hey, babygirl. Come here.”

Your uncles muttered greetings as well, still focused on the game like they always do. You walked over to your dad, smiling widely as he pulled you into his chest. Just like everyone else, though, he had questions.

“So, who’s this princess you brought into my house?” He questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. “I hope she’s treating you right.”

“She is,” You confirmed.

“Good,” He said. “When she comes over here, we’ll have to question her just to make sure.”

“Dad!” You raised your voice an octave. Tilting your head with irritation dripping in your town. With a sigh, you brushed your hands off. “Imma be in my room, kay?”

You hoped your room would be the same as you made your way upstairs. It usually was, but your mom liked to switch up things every once in a while when she felt like it, so you never did know what to expect when you visited your home.

Thankfully, it looked the same when you entered. Before leaving for college, you had given it a makeover so it would be something you liked whenever you visited.

Your walls were a shade of gray that looked purple depending on how close you were to it, and your desk was still a mess, with scattered records that went with your record player.

You had a few posters up that consisted of artists like SZA, H.E.R, Brent Faiyaz, The Weeknd, pretty much all the good stuff.

Above your desk, there were those polaroid things of celebrities, shows, characters, and movies like you liked. You never did figure out what they were actually called, so you stuck to “polaroid things”.

Your LEDs kept attracting bugs for some reason, so you started using fairy lights. They were on when you entered your room, so you figured that your mom turned them on before you arrived.

You took a vinyl from your stack, placing it gingerly onto your record player. It was so loud downstairs, you couldn’t even hear the music they were playing. As soon as you shut your bedroom door, it felt peaceful. The loudness became muffled and soon began to drown out when Brent Faiyaz began to flood your ears.

You closed your eyes as your head dropped onto your pillow. You missed this feeling. Of course, you loved college. But you got homesick every once in a while, and times like these made you miss your high school days.

Then, your mind drifted to Shuri. You felt sort of bad for leaving her by herself with your family, but she was the one who said she could handle it.

God, you were lucky to have her. You hadn’t taken anybody back home with you whenever there were breaks, and Shuri offered to come with you almost immediately when you didn’t even ask her to. Not to mention, she agreed to be your fake girlfriend for the time being. Although, you did hope that eventually you could take her as your real girlfriend.

It was silent for maybe a minute when you heard knocking on your door. You hoped that ignoring it would make whoever it was go away, but they remained persistent.

“Man, what the fuck do you want?” You snapped by the third knock, expecting it to be your brother or sister behind the door. You continued to curse as you made your way to the door. “If I ignore your ass twice after you knock, why the hell do you think it’s smart to knock again? Y’all are-oh!”

You were greeted by a guilty Shuri who sent an awkward smile your way. “Sorry…”

Your eyes went wide. “No, I’m sorry! I thought you were one of my siblings. That’s my bad, come on in.”

With a chuckle, she entered your room and plopped down onto your bed, waiting for you to do the same. Just as expected, you sat next to her.

“So, how were they?” You spoke first.

“Well, they were…interesting. But, they are very entertaining. Especially the teenage ones. They are bold.”

“Did one of them try to flirt with you?” You had expectancy in your eyes. Shuri nodded. “That was probably Serenity. That girl certainly knows what she wants.”

“And the men in your house are…protective. I felt like I was being interrogated,” She explained. “I think I passed their test.”

“That’s good!” You encouraged, another giggle threatening to leak through your words.

“My personal favorite were the ladies. They were funny. They kept trying to get pictures, though.”

You gave Shuri a smile in response. “They like you. That’s a big thing, actually. My family has never really liked any of my exes, so you’re doing real good for a fake girlfriend.”

“That is good to hear.”

You brushed a curl out of your face, placing your hand in your lap. “Thank you for this, by the way. I never really bring anyone with me since my family can be a handful, but the fact that you haven’t ran out of the house hysterically screaming yet definitely makes me feel better.”

Shuri scratched the back of her neck, bringing it back down to your bed. However, you had moved your hand from your lap to your bed as well. When your hands touched, you noticed immediately, but it seemed like Shuri didn’t, so you didn’t move an inch. “Let’s call it even. You know, for all your help with adjusting to college. I don’t thank you enough. It did a lot for me.”

The distance between you two seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, but you were sure it was all in your head. It wasn’t though, and that soon became clear when her eyes flickered down to your lips.

Oh.

“Hey, ma wants us for pict-” Your sister paused when she realized it was both of you in there. The two of you jumped apart as soon “Shit, was y’all about have sex?”

“Gir- no. We was not about to have sex,” You denied. “Go away. We’ll be downstairs in a sec.”

“You sure? You got the lights off and the music playing…is that Brent Faiyaz?”

You chucked a pillow at her head that she dodged with ease. You picked up another. “Get out, or I swear I won’t miss your annoying ass this time.”

Your sister listened this time, exiting the room and closing the door behind her.

You stood up from the bed, turning to Shuri and holding a hand out. “Pictures are the worst part. But all you gotta do is smile and nod, and you’ll be okay.”

Shuri pinched the bridge of her nose before taking your hand. “Bast…”

#shuri x reader #black panther fic #shuri udaku #fanfic #shuri x f!reader #shuri x black!reader #shuri x you #shuri x fem!reader #hbcu!shuri

[effloradox]

it's not the same as it was

darkiplier x captain!reader, set pre-ISWM2

same snake, different skin.

The words echoed around your mind, like a memory you can't quite place. You couldn't remember who said it to you, or even when or where it had been said to you. You're not even sure why it's come back to you now, but watching as Mark argues with Celci for the third time today, it's there at the forefront of your mind. It makes you pause for a second, as you try to remember why someone called Mark a snake but the words seem to fade away as the argument worsens, forcing you to step in, and all you're left with is the nagging sense that you've forgotten something (or someone) important.

The next time you remember those words is when there's a borderline catastrophic problem with the ship. Gunther brings up the possibility of sabotage and it occurs to you (and potentially everyone else) that the only people with that level of clearance are yourself and Mark. The fact it returns surprises you, you've never doubted your head engineer before. You've never had reason to.

You're not sure if he can tell that somethings different, if he does he doesn't let on which you're thankful for. The last thing you need when the ship's announcing it's going to explode is to have an argument with the one person who can fix said ship. When it turns out that the computer just needed a system update and that's what was causing things to go haywire, you feel awful for doubting Mark but there's a small part of your brain that reminds you that the doubt must be there for a reason. Something must've happened to make you doubt Mark, if only you could place what it was.

It's only when you jump into a literal wormhole to try and save your crew and the colonists that the sentence suddenly starts to make sense, like a door has suddenly opened in your mind. You land in an area of perpetual darkness, the only thing visible is a desk about a foot in front of you.

"Do you ever tire of being paraded around like a trophy?" The question seems to come from the void, possibly behind you, but upon turning there's nothing but darkness. It's only when you turn back to the desk that you see him. He looks like Mark, but you immediately know this isn't your head engineer. There's something off about this doppelganger, something about being near to him that instantly puts you on edge. He's sat at a chair that wasn't there a second ago, and if you try and focus on him, he seems to flicker like some kind of projection on the blink. "Though of course you don't remember the last few times he's done this, do you?"

You want to ask him a hundred questions: who is he, where are you, what the fuck is going on, but for some reason your voice fails you. Panic slowly begins to sink in as one question rises to the surface of your frantic mind: did I die?

"I wouldn't worry too much about that. Death doesn't seem to be a permanent state for you, or for him for that matter. Death's never stopped him before and I doubt it would now." You're still trying to find your voice, to question what's going on but it feels like someone's stolen all the air from your lungs. It hurts in the same way that jumping into that wormhole hurt and part of you is waiting to open your eyes and find yourself in your cryotube again but another part of you knows you're not going anywhere until this...person has finished with you. It doesn't even occur to you that you didn't ask him if you'd died. Not out loud anyway.

"We don't have much time to catch up I'm afraid. That snake doesn't like not having you in his grasp, I'm sure he's already trying to work out where you've gone so he can rope you into his next great adventure. But whilst it's just the two of us here, let's enjoy the moment shall we? All your choices and it's led you back to me once more. I always did tell you that life is ours to choose, but I never really thought you took the sentiment to heart." It's only at this that your mind suddenly clears. Something about those words makes you snap out of your panic, though it takes a moment to work out why, to work out why you know those words. The fog suddenly lifts from your mind and when you look up, it's like you're looking at a whole new person. Instead of only seeing a twisted version of your head engineer, it's the face of an old friend that meets your eyes.

"D-damien?" Your voice is hoarse, but you suppose that not being able to speak for all that time will do that to your vocal chords. When you speak his name (is that still his name?), it's the first time you see a real emotion pass over his face, even if it only lasts a moment.

"Hello old friend. Let's catch up, shall we?"

#my writing #fics #darkiplier x reader #iswm x reader #in space with markiplier x reader

[f0point5]

There are so many layers to this story, I love it!

In that last part, when you started with y/n taking horse riding lessons, I somehow really thought she might have taking Metaphor.

Like it's a part of her past and we didn't have the information on whether she's still into it or doing it or whatever. So it felt like she's taking a step away from her f1 world and into "another life", "her old life", whatever you wanna call it. And the idea that it's her letting Metaphor somewhat in, giving sth away and letting him see that side to her would have fit.

And yet again - it's Max sticking by her side, all supportive, focus on her and her only!

You said he's consciously "only" worried about her not talking to him, so any other feelings are rather unconsciously. And that's how I felt about it rather early in the story. I do believe she's so much more to him than a friend, but he still doesn't know it, or rather consciously agrees to that. However, him talking to Daniel about it and Daniel nagging on about what everyone seems to see there other than Max and y/n, does seem to unravel things for Max. And I'm here for that! #teammax

The y/n part is even more interesting... like she realizes there might be something off with Max, he's acting different, but yet she can't bring herself to talk to him, even though she suspects he knows sth. So if she believes he might know, why does she believe he acts the way he does with her? Like what is she afraid of? If both have dated and it's always been fine with them, why hide it now? Why make it bigger than it has to be?

I'm fully convinced that it should not be a problem to talk to Max like she talks to Lando, if it wasn't for there being sth more. So either she's worried about his reaction, which makes me wonder if she feels like there's more feelings there on his side...

Or she might be worried about her own feelings towards a certain Dutchman, even if so unconsciously... to me it really sticks out, how she's clinging to Max herself.

Like Max is behaving differently, she immediately asked Lando if he spilled the guts. She makes it about herself. What other reason could there be? Metaphor asked her out to dinner when she was still in the UK. She held back the answer, checking in with Max first, then declined Metaphors offer. The guy is always massaging like how she is, what's she doing, adding the little x's. She's doing none of that. Answering when questioned, keeping it short and rather impersonal. Like she's not even trying.

So really to her it probably doesn't seem to be important enough to talk about it with Max.

It doesn't feel like she thinks it's the big deal with Metaphor and that's why she won't say a thing. It's not a big thing to her, because as soon as there's something weird about Max' behavior that's the big deal for her. That's her main focus.

Max literally holding on to her finger tips cause he doesn't want to lose her is only one side of the picture. She might not be doing it quite literally, but she's still doing it all on her own.

And when you told that you believe if things were the other way around and Max was seeing someone without telling her, that she wouldn't take it well... I can fully see that. Absolutely. She'd probs go nuts.

And that really makes me wonder how she'd deal if Max won't react all too well to a new guy in her life. Then again it's Max. He'd probably rather cope than lose her completely...

I'm rambling. And I'm really curious where you'll go with the story. I guess I just really don't see the spark with y/n and Metaphor. 🤣

Awww no now I almost wish she had gone riding with Metaphor haha, because you’re right it would have fit. But then I think it also wouldn’t have fit for their comfort level atm, like she’s still scheduling dinners I don’t think she’d let him drive her to Nice to watch her riding lesson. I also think after Max’s weird turn they were looking for something fun to do together.

I also think Max is such a supportive person, like she spends so much time cheering him on I think he relished the opportunity to do that for her even if it was just an hour. I’m so sad they weren’t close when she was competing with horses because Max has always said his family lived for him because of all he was doing l, I think he almost would have enjoyed being supportive of someone else’s pursuits.

Lol poor Max, no one wants to meet him at his level to talk to him. I understand his frustration because it’s hard when you think one thing and you want help with the problem you think you have, and other people are so intent on telling you you have a different problem that you don’t feel you do. I can’t wait to get more into Max’s headspace on this because it’s really illuminating.

I think with Y/N, she’s never really been in this situation. Anyone she’s dated in the last 7-8 years has been someone Max knows it knows of, so he would know about her dating them, and she wouldn’t not tell him because she wouldn’t want it to blindside him. Whereas Metaphor is a whole new person that she’d have to introduce into their world, and she’s not ready to commit to him being in her life yet let alone him being a character in her wider circle. I mean, they’ve been on one coffee date. I think she knows that once it’s out there it’s going to have some kind of consequence so she thinks, why start that if he’s going to be gone in a few weeks.

Max is definitely someone who just copes, if it’s outside his control he just sucks it up and gets on with it. I don’t think she’s worried he will react badly, more that there will be a natural shift once there’s another man in her life.

I don’t think there’s necessarily a spark with Y/N and Metaphor but she definitely doesn’t see that as a negative…more on that to come.

Don’t apologise. There’s NOTHING I love more than a ramble :D

[risingfire17-the-weeb-trash]

40 Day Anime Challenge Day 10- A character you despise with all your heart and soul: Almost everyone in Welcome to the NHK (2006)

I was excited to watch this. It had great reviews, and fans raved that it was a realistic and positive portrayal of people with mental health issues. As someone with these myself, of course I was excited.

But here are my thoughts after watching the anime: 

1) It is not a realistic portrayal of people with mental illness, because the characters are not given much characterization beyond the problematic behaviors of their disorders, no redeeming qualities, and very little character development that was rushed at the end.

2) It is not a positive portrayal of people with mental illness at all. Once again, they are almost entirely reduced to stereotypes, and they’re pretty terrible people. If this is the representation people like me, who has put in a lifetime of therapy and self-reflection to continue overcoming my issues and have healthy relationships, then I fear what those without mental illness would think of me based on what they see in these individuals.

So let’s get to why I despise the characters, yeah? (Spoilers ahead)

Tatsuhiro Sato, our protagonist. 

I don’t have a problem with the fact that he is a NEET. I have a problem with the fact that he never got professional help. I have a problem with the fact that he lied to his parents to keep getting their money, and cursed them when they finally cut him off. I have a problem with the way he treated his friends, yelling, name calling, throwing things, and then guilting them into letting him mooch off of them. I have a problem with his attraction to Misaki. First, because she is a teenager, and instead of staying away from her so he doesn’t act on this, he continues to spend time with her, has her pretend to be his girlfriend at one point, uses her as a cook and housekeeper, and ultimately confesses his love and starts dating her. The second reason is that until a rushed confession in the last episode that may not even be genuine because he said it to literally talk her off the ledge, he was only attracted to her physically and because she would do anything he wanted. He told her multiple times that she was a nuisance, a nag, had a terrible personality, etc. He belittled and bullied her through most of the series.

Misaki Nakahara, our wannabe hero. 

Clearly, she’s a struggling teen and needs help. What she does not need to do is berate and enable a grown man that she only latches on to because looking down on him helps her feel good about herself (which she admitted to halfway through the series and never worked at changing afterward) She coerces him to go along with her “treatment plan” rather than encouraging him to seek actual professional help. She nags at him, bursts into his home, and often pushes him farther out of his comfort zone than he can handle at the time. She enables his codependency when she starts cooking and cleaning for him, all the while scolding him for not doing it himself, so he learns that he is incompetent and should just let her do everything and accept her criticism when he does. I’ll give her a bit more of a pass than the other characters, because unlike the other characters behaving like children, she is literally a child. But she is still a toxic and manipulative person and her problematic behavior needs to be addressed by her guardians (and a licensed therapist)

Hitomi Kashiwa. 

This girl was the catalyst for Sato having a breakdown, always talking about conspiracies. When she comes back into his life, she asks him to join a group she is part of for a trip, not telling him that they are all there to commit suicide! She takes her vulnerable junior, who, despite all his flaws, is at least trying to get himself together, and exposes him to a group exacerbate his depression and he almost gets killed because of it. I haven’t read the manga, but I am told she tries to have an affair with Sato after she is married with a kid. (And the person she is married to, Akira Jogasaki, is so sweet and supportive, he’s the only character I like in this show, so it really hurts to see her betray him like that.)

Kauru Yamazaki, Sato’s best friend, giving otakus everywhere a bad name.

 This guy is supposed to be the “functional” one of the group, being the only one who has a job and is in school to pursue a meaningful career. That’s great and all, but he has a shit personality. His life revolves around perving on 2D women, and complaining that real women can never compare because of the imperfections that make them human, like having their own personalities, motives, and goals. He voices this in a way that is very misogynistic, painting women as manipulative. When he finally starts to fall for a human girl, he pursues her after being rejected, gets mad at her for interacting with other males, and has Sato videotape his confession to her without her knowledge for reference for their game. After moving home, he dates a girl who looks just like her, implying that he does not love this girl, but just sees her as a stand-in. And this is the guy Sato goes to for advice, ugh.

Finally, Megumi Kobayashi. 

After finding out about Sato’s issues, she lies to him and manipulates him into joining a toxic MLM scheme. Even when he tries to get out, she tricks him multiple times into buying her stuff. Look, I feel sorry for her circumstances, but that doesn’t excuse her behavior.

This show was painful to watch. (Even with Akira Jogasaki carrying the whole show on his back) I don’t know if the manga did any better and never will because I’m never touching this series again. I hate these people. Time to search for an anime that is actually a realistic and positive portrayal of people with mental illness.

#anime #40 day anime challenge #welcome to the nhk #anime review #bad anime #poor portrayal of mental illness #terrible people #tatsuhiro satou #misaki nakahara #hitomi kashiwa #kaoru yamazaki #megumi kobayashi #codependancy #unlicensed therapy #manipulation #toxic people #mental illness does not excuse being a terrible person #shows i hate #not sorry

[idontlikeem]

i got some shit i gotta get out of my head or i am quite literally going to lose my fucking mind. this is disjoined and written stream-of-conscious; this is not a writing exercise that i went back to make sound pretty.

tw for references to cancer, unhealthy relationships, alcoholism.

ooookay so. so! so.

i've made a few references to stuff like this in the past, but:

my mom is dying of cancer and likely only has a few months left

i am getting divorced, and the divorce happened in an abrupt, cruel, traumatic fashion

so, that's the groundwork i'm working with rn.

i've been with my soon-to-be ex-husband for ten years. that's a decade. we got together right after college and have been together ever since.

yes, that means i'm old. sorry not sorry.

i have not been single since my early twenties. i have not lived alone for more than a year, when i was 22.

i am scared. i am lonely. i am devastated that the man i loved, who i thought loved me too, decided to blow up my life in such an unbelievably cruel fashion.

because, of course, he knows my mom is dying. he knows how bad it's getting.

it's interesting what hindsight shows you. i thought he was supportive. i thought he was doing his best to be there for me, he was just maybe a little misguided but his intentions were good.

i thought the different issues we had were uncontrollable, things i'd have to learn to live with.

he has ADHD so of course he'd never be able to remember to do chores without me reminding him over and over, of course he'd never see something that needed cleaning on his own and just do it, of course he'd say inappropriate things to me in front of my friends and family that are embarrassing; i just need to get over it, who cares?

his parents were dysfunctional growing up so of course he'd always scream at me when he was upset, of course he'd lunge at me as if he were going to attack me if i 'made him too mad'; i need to stop acting like it's a big deal.

he knows he has a drinking problem but he's working on it, so of course i should never, ever nag him or ask him to stop drinking, of course i should accept that he's going to hide cans and bottles from me (or try), of course i should just get over it when he's shitfaced and absolutely ruins events because he refuses to stop, of course i shouldn't ever ever say anything to him about the times he put his hands on me with violent intent while drunk because of course he didn't mean it; if i did, it would make him feel bad. it's my fault he drinks too much, of course.

of course.

he wanted to make some major changes to our life, none of which i consented to or at any point indicated or hinted that i wanted. when i said i was not interested in them, i was told i wasn't being flexible, and shouldn't i want to move anyway? after all, your mom is dying, don't you want to live near her? don't you care about your own mother? i care about my family, after all—why don't you?

be flexible. learn to compromise.

i've thought a lot about the concept of 'compromise' recently, and how frequently i, to keep the peace, allowed it to mean 'you get what you want and i don't get what i want, not even a little'. i was married, after all, and this was my husband—i was working to save our marriage. or at least that's what i thought.

it didn't matter. because the instant i refused to wholly give into him on something, and instead enforced a true compromise, i was suddenly: the worst, most inflexible person to deal with. you should hear the things my family is saying about you. you're making this trip so much harder and so unpleasant for everyone else. this isn't all about you. why won't you just cancel your plans? you need to do what i want instead.

i've spent 60% of this year alone. there were always reasons for him to disappear, to go away, and then be gone for months at a time. they were good reasons, plausible ones, but they just kept coming.

i got covid and he wouldn't come back to take care of me. i'm not saying i need that; plenty of people live alone and have covid. but i was married. i had a husband. that's part of what spouses do, they take care of each other. at least, that's what i signed up for.

it's what my dad is doing.

my mom is so sick. i've never seen a person this sick. it's terrifying. she's going to be dead sooner than i had mentally prepared myself for, and i'm not ready. there's been a lot of denial in how i've been handling this—maybe not denial, maybe hope that something she'd try treatment-wise would work. none of them are working.

my dad is by her side. he's retiring early so he can spend his time with her. it doesn't matter and it's not good enough and it's not what they deserve, but he's there.

what if you had gotten sick, my mom asked me when i was home visiting a few weeks ago, what if that breast biopsy you got done two years ago had come back positive for cancer? i've cried myself to sleep thinking about how that man would never take care of you, how it would be all about him. it's made me sick to think of how horrible he's been to you.

she's right. he wouldn't have been there for me, at least not how i needed. it would have been what he decided i needed, because of course how could anything he thinks is correct be wrong?

he didn't want me to get a lawyer, for the divorce. he thought that if he told me i didn't need one, i wouldn't get one, and he'd be able to steamroll over me just like he's done for years now, and i'd just fold in on myself and meekly agree to what he wanted. i'd be the shell i'd let him make of me, the little personality-less doll he thought i should be, and when i wasn't, when i didn't, he didn't understand.

and now? he's angry.

he's demanding i accommodate requests that i have no legal obligation to accommodate. you need to make this work, he says, with the implied threat being if you don't i'm going to hold the money i owe you over your head. as if what he's asking for doesn't involve other people. no, it's all about him, the main character of life! all the rest of us exist for is to accommodate his whims and wishes, and if we don't, he is allowed, encouraged even, to be rude, to be cruel, to be demanding.

i'm not a person to him. i'm certainly not a person you respect and treat as a whole, real individual. i'm an obstacle, an inconvenience.

when i see messages from him now my heart rate shoots up and my breathing accelerates. i get shaky and dizzy and panicky. in a sick way, it mimics the start of a relationship, when a message from that new person you're so excited about makes you anxious in a good way, nervous with anticipation.

what a sick parody this is.

i'll always care deeply about you, he said, this was the hardest thing i've ever had to do.

he couldn't even do it to my face. he ran to hide with mommy and daddy.

all because i wouldn't uproot my life to move back to where his parents live, because he's bored of this city i've made my home in.

all because i had the gall to expect him to pull his weight in our shared home, financially and via tasks.

all because i wanted to keep progressing with my life—buy a home, carve out a space of our own.

all because...well, there are some things i won't say. but no, weirdly enough the daily misery of being made to feel like someone's maid isn't sexy for me.

relationships end all the time. people fall in love and fall apart. but this? trying to hurt someone? being cruel just because?

i'm so tired.

#this is all personal stuff and not at all related hockey #please do not feel obligated to click and read or interact at all #i just needed to type how i'm feeling about things somewhere because i cannot keep burdening my friends with this #so into an online void it goes where people can ignore it!!!! #is this what therapy is for—perhaps i should look into that lmfao #ahahahahaha life is SO SO FUN RN #tws for #cancer #alcohol #and #unhealthy relationships

[mangodestroyer]

I feel like I could make a whole series on toxic behaviors I ignored/overlooked. But here's one that's been nagging at me for a while that I feel like no one talks about. And this one is surprisingly common.

Every time I see a woman say, "Women are so much drama.", without fail, they end up being an unpleasant person to be around at best. And most times I actually got to know women who say this, they end up being the ones who cause a ton of drama themselves. So this phrase is kind of like when people say, "I don't like drama." and end up causing a lot of drama. It's the same blame shifting tactic, but even worse because it has some internalized misogyny sprinkled in there.

Basically, if they perceive you as female (which literally everyone does for me because even if I'm NB, I would find it difficult to not look feminine because that's just how my body is), they're automatically assuming that you're an overly emotional person who likes to cause trouble. That means any time you show a negative emotion or have a complaint, no matter how valid it is, you will probably be dismissed. Trust me, my ex, mother, and sexist af male boss have done this to me. My mother LOVED to accuse me of always starting drama, unless I made myself super robotic and kept to myself all the time. Boss laughed and said I needed a tampon when I got annoyed over not having something explained to me when I needed to get something done and we were short on time (he also complains about his wife and working in a store full of woman, so...). My ex kind of just had an, "Eh, oh well." reaction whenever I was discontent with something (one of those things was her father being a jerk to me). And guess what? These people have all been antagonistic in some way.

It also has that, "Not like other girls." undertone to it which is just... bleh!

I think I used to be very forgiving of this one because, like I said, it's very common. Misogyny in general, like all forms of oppression, is very widespread. Lots of people see no problem with these types of things. It's kind of like how, as a neurodivergent individual, I was always expected to take criticism and bullying for being "weird" and "different" because my behaviors were "disruptive" (i.e. stimming, failure picking up on social cues, speech problems, ect). I was taught that this was a non-problem and that, "Oh, well, they COULD be doing so much worse to you and it is kind of true!" What I failed to realize was that, by minimizing my discomfort with these behaviors and ignoring my gut, I was giving these people permission to push my boundaries. And those who are familiar with boundary pushing behaviors might know that it tends to lead to more important boundaries getting pushed. And things can get UGLY. So yeah, if someone is dismissive of something they're doing that makes you uncomfortable, and keeps doing it, even if it doesn't seem like a big deal, you might not be wrong to feel uncomfortable and shouldn't tolerate it.

I blame a lot of this on spending most of my life in a conservative, small, rural town. However, I've seen this behavior coming from a lot of "liberal, feminist" individuals as well. I've come to accept that tons of people are just like this, but that doesn't mean I'll be forming deep bonds with people like this in the future. I know there are people out there who don't say stuff like this. I try to spend more time with them now.

[princessnadthefegit]

06052023 (11.02pm) 

Toxic relationships. 

I don’t mean just love relationships, but family relationships too. 

A lot has been happening lately and I think I am overwhelmed. I have so many things on my mind too and I just needed a channel to rant to because I think it’s gonna be a long long one. 

My mother. She is a tiger mom. She always nags, whacks, and gets mad at me. But I also know I respect her because she puts up with a lot. She has gone through a lot in raising me up because of the way my father is. But then at the same time, she is toxic in so so so many ways. She still has a very old, legendary mindset. Like, just because she’s older and because she’s my mother, we need to always feel indebted, like we owe her something. Respect should be given to all the elderly people even if they’ve done something so awfully wrong. There are no such things as boundaries because as long as we live under one roof, there will be no such thing.

I used to question if it was normal for my family to be like this. I mean, which family doesn’t deal with hardships right? It slowly became very obvious that my family was literally shattered. There was no way anything could fix it. Everyone is selfish, everyone is just doing things for themselves.

I think I’ve been talking about running away a lot. But ugh it’s really the cost sometimes. I am not rich lol, running away means a shit ton of expenses and that would mean struggling. Do I really want to do that to myself though...? I don’t know. 

I think there comes a time when you get tired of putting up with people’s problems. I am exhausted from being relied on, for trying my best to be there for everyone. It is so so so tough. Nobody really considers my feelings because apparently it isn’t that important and that I will be okay with being treated that way. 

Sometimes I really wish for a much better life. That doesn’t consist of me feeling like I need to walk on egg shells everytime I decide to make my own decisions. I with I didn’t have to feel so suffocated by the way my parents make me feel. I want to breathe, I want to feel alive. I want to stop having to always feel this way. I hate it. 

Send help please. 

[nagisadelune]

Promise Rings Chapter 3

(Definitely not edited)

Previous: Promise Rings Chapter 2

Hello! I am back for Chapter 3! It's late because of life, but at least I didn't completely neglect this. Anyways, enjoy this chapter of Promise Rings!

⭐⭐⭐

Age: 8

“Care Bear, over here!” I heard Rei, our wing spiker, call out. Looking at her position in the air, I stared at her figure as I changed my position on the court. I jumped to reach the ball before I pushed the ball towards her. In an instant, her hand slammed the ball into the court, and the gym was silent for a moment before cheers erupted from the cheering squad. I took a heavy breath and hugged the team. 

“Good job guys!” I called out to them, high-fiving everyone. I felt a pair of eyes on my back but paid no attention to it at first.

After we shook hands with the other team, we turned our attention to the cheering section, and my eyes immediately searched for him. When my eyes landed on me, I gave him an eye smile while he gave me two thumbs-up. The team and I bowed to the crowd before turning to grab our stuff. I stopped for a moment and gave Tobio our signal quickly before turning back around.

“Oh, Care Bear,” Rei whispered. I turned to her, confused. I watched her eyes glance around the area before whispering to me, “Do you like someone?” Shocked, my cheeks became red and hot, and my body began to freeze up. That was probably the adrenaline finally calming down.

“W-What are you talking about?” I asked, shocked. I found the whole team staring at me, annoyed. Confused, I felt my heart beating hard inside my chest. Probably from that intense game.

“Karin, you know exactly who we’re talking about,” our libero, Megumi, stated, her arms folding across her chest. I gulped nervously as I comprehended her words.

“O-Oi, I don’t like him,” I stuttered as I shoved my towel into my bag. “It doesn’t matter. I need to go meet up with him.” I quickly packed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I could hear them giggling about how I totally had a crush on him. I rolled my eyes before I quickly walked across the floor to the entrance. 

Tobio was already waiting there. His hands were in his pockets as he watched people in the audience walking by. When he noticed my presence, he turned towards me and shot me a smile. “What’s up?” he asked.

“Did I make you wait too long?” I questioned without answering his questions. He shook his head, and I sighed, relieved.

“You didn’t answer my question, Karin-chan,” he blurted out. I felt my cheeks heat up as I recalled the conversation I just had with the team. I decided to push it to the side and answered with my normal answer.

I bit the inside of my cheek and answered, “Definitely needs some work, but we’re getting somewhere!” He smiled before patting my head. I recognized that smile, the fake one. I knew he wanted to know something but refused to ask. I tried to coax it out of him, but he barely budged. I sighed before my stomach growled. Flashing an awkward smile, I offered the idea of food. He nodded before we started approaching the car. Mysterious.

Age: 9

I heard him groan in frustration as we were working on math homework. Ever since Tobio got really into volleyball, his grades were slipping. I literally was the one person who was keeping his grades good enough for him to play.

I looked at him, flopped onto the couch. His hands were in his hair, ruffling it in frustration. My eyes shifted to the homework on the table. He barely finished one, and he is already tired.

“Hey!” I called out, smacking him lightly in the ribs. He slightly flinched from my touch, holding his ribs. He’s acting again to make me stop nagging him. “Get it done, Tobio-kun!” I ordered him. “If you want to play volleyball later, you have to at least finish the problems!”

“But there are so many!” he refuted back, grumbling something under his breath. I watched him pout from the amount of work he has done. I placed my pencil down on the table and held my head. Only God could help him now. I took a deep breath before looking back at him. For a moment, the pout on his face made my heart skip a beat. I bet that’s just because I just thought about my heart beating.

“Just do them, Tobio-kun,” I sighed. “You’ll get them done faster if you just do them. Trust me.” I hear him exhale sharply before sitting up. He gritted his teeth and decided to blast through his worksheet. I picked up my pencil again as I giggled at his behavior. I began answering the questions one by one before I heard him slam his pencil on the ground.

“Karin-chan, I finished!” he exclaimed. I heard the relief in his voice when he shot up from his spot beside me.

“Good job, Tobio-kun!” I praised him cheerfully. His smile reached the corner of his cheeks. 

“Can we go practice now?” he questioned cutely, giving me puppy eyes. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, but it’s probably from the summer air. Japan’s summers did get pretty warm from time to time. For a moment, I considered my answer. He did complete the homework I told him that he needed to complete, but we should finish everything else now. 

“Sure,” I sarcastically answered with a smile. I watched Tobio’s eyes light up from my words before he realized my tone. “Do the rest of your homework,” my happy voice shifted into seriousness. The smile on my cheeks fell into a flat line as I stared at him.

“But-,” Tobio tried to retort.

“I know what I said,” I cut him off. “Finish it now, so at least you don’t have to worry about it later.” Hearing him huffing, he sulked back to his spot beside me and slowly reached for his homework. Chuckling at him again, I continued to work on my homework. Lazy.

~~~

From the kitchen, the two mothers sat as they watched the two children bicker at the sofa. They took small sips of their teas as they observed Karin and Tobio arguing about doing volleyball after homework. The two of them could only chuckle as Karin insisted on finishing the weekly math homework before playing a small match of volleyball. Even from the distance between the two small children and the mothers, they could feel something between them, something special.

“You know,” Mrs. Kageyama started as she set down her cup of tea after a small sip, “I have a feeling they will be together for a long time.” Mrs. Yamaji looked at the other woman in curiosity while taking a sip of her tea.

“How so?” the other mother asked as she set down the teacup, observing the children. The moment she started looking, she noticed it too: the small glances from Tobio at Karin’s figure, the small smiles that tugged at her face whenever he tried to convince her to play volleyball. The two women smiled at their children when Tobio tried to dash out the door with the volleyball, only to be stopped by Karin who pulled on his shirt.

“You know I wouldn’t mind Karin-chan being my daughter-in-law,” Mrs. Kageyama joked as she glanced at Mrs. Yamaji who continued to stare at the two children. She noticed the small smile Mrs. Yamaji held on her face as she watched the two of them.

“Take her then,” Mrs. Yamaji muttered as she continued her focus on Karin forcing Tobio to work. She earned the concerned stare of Mrs. Kageyama from beside her. “They’re a good match,” she admitted as her elbow rested on the table. She set her chin on her palm as she continued to look at the children. “I mean, look at them,” she whispered, so only Mrs. Kageyama could hear her. “They already love each other, and even if it’s just a sibling type of love, it’s going to last,” she elaborated. Mrs. Kageyama looked back at the children to see Karin helping Tobio solve a problem. She had never seen Tobio so focused on finishing homework since he always wanted to focus on volleyball. She chuckled lightly as she noticed it too.

“You’re right,” she whispered back, “but it’s too early to be calling to love, don’t you think?” As soon as she spoke, she noticed the way that Tobio placed a clip in Karin’s hair when he noticed her constantly brushing her hair behind her ear; it was filled with love and care, something that differed from his intense set when he played volleyball. It looked like he wanted to make sure that she was still there, still working with him.

“So sure now?” Mrs. Yamaji questioned as she looked back at the other woman. She stifled a laugh as she stared at the woman across from her. Mrs. Kageyama looked back at her and chuckled slightly. 

“I take my words back,” Mrs. Kageyama laughed when she noticed Karin’s extremely bright smile and laugh. “They do love each other; they just don’t know yet.” ⭐⭐⭐

Uh hu~, the moms already ship them. I really hoped you enjoyed this chapter! I'll probably start making proper titles for these chapters once I can think of a good name for each of them. I'll see you in the next one!

Next: Promise Rings Chapter 4

#haikyuu tobio #haikyuu x oc #haikyuu #kageyama tobio #tobio #tobio fluff #haikyū!! #haikyuu kageyama #promise rings #prose #kageyama #fanfic #fanfiction #childhood best friends to lovers #third chapter #ハイキュー!!

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

I need to do this, and figure out how to do that. I need work on this other thing before it gets worse, and repair yet another thing. I have to find some way to afford to take care something, and I have got to find someone to give me a hand with something I can’t possibly do alone. Oh, and while I’m it I really should take care of this other thing I’m being counted on to do. But don’t forget you don’t have any money!

I need more rest, but I can’t be lazy. I need sleep, but I have to get things done first. I need to take it easy on my feet/ankle problems, but I can’t just sit around like a bump on a log. ** No matter what I’m doing I feel like I should be doing something else.

Now I need to come up with a lot of ideas and plans. Why can’t I come up with something to make Mom for Mother’s Day?!?! THINK!!!! Why can’t I concentrate on anything, not even the increasingly rare fun stuff? I process about 1/4 of any movie I watch, not that I do much simply watching when I have tons of things to do at the same time. I need inspiration and methodical thinking, not flailing and incoherence.

I nag myself. I remind myself I must do better. I’m supposed to be smart. I’m supposed to be tough. All I have to do is think of exactly what to do and work hard. I should be able to to that! I used to say my favorite thing to do was “thinking” and everyone said I was a hard worker. Why can’t I manage? I HAVE to get something, anything, so it looks like it’s at least improving. I need to have something left to hope for!

Always tired, always feeling guilty for not getting things done, my brain reduced to a grey mush with the only thing keeping me going a stubborn inability to stop, fueled by the knowledge that to stop it quite literally to die in a world where you are completely on your own. I do it or it doesn’t get done.

I’m bailing frantically at a sinking boat. To stop bailing would be to find myself treading water, and how long before I drown when I’m already exhausted from all the bailing?

I don’t even need solid ground beneath my feet, I just need to get where it’s shallow enough I can wade out. I feel like I’m mid ocean instead.

I cling to moments. Tiny moments. Existing in the moment. This makes the future and problems harder to deal with maybe. Like “Oh, when I get back to the house I need to research how to change the oil on my car since I can’t afford to pay someone to do it and it has been six years…..ooooh! A cool mushroom!! Um, what was I supposed to do?” But those moments are also the only thing making life worth living. Mostly worth it. I hope.

**This expression puzzles me. Bumps on logs are parts of logs, and don’t have a choice about independent moving. But people around me have always said it, so I guess I’m stuck with it in my language,

#my day #rant #venting #tired #problems #stress #worries

[vivislonelyvent]

Being a middle child was definitely not my choice.

I became an attention-seeking kid when my little sister was born. I played right into the middle child stereotype written in psychology books until I was a teenager or so I thought until now.

When I was around 13, I was mad and jealous of my sisters. My eldest sister was sickly and a genius at academics. She was smart to begin with but she’s also hardworking and really studious. My youngest sister was also smart, witty, funny, great at drawing, and the apple of everyone’s eyes. And then, there’s me the middle child with literally nothing, and I’m not downplaying myself. I literally have the worst grades among us siblings, has difficulties studying because I always can’t focus, and draws like a 4-year-old kid who just started using pencils. I have no talent or whatsoever. It was just me with my mediocrity.

I evolved at 15 when I realized that life always doesn’t go the way I want it to. My parents’ lack of attention and maybe affection would never improve no matter what I do so I stopped my black sheep persona and became the likable me.

My life has always been revolving around my sisters, I had to always be the one who gives in.

My family would always tell me that:

I had to do this because my older sister is sick.

I had to do this because my younger sister is sick.

I had to do this because I’m younger than her.

I had to do this because I’m older than her.

I had to do this because she’s in university and I’m just in high school.

I had to do this because I’m in high school and she’s in elementary.

I had to do this because she has research and is about to graduate.

I had to do this because she has tutoring after school.

I had to do this because she’s stressed from going back from working in Japan.

I had to do this because she’s doing her school work.

I had to do this because she’s in law school.

I had to do this because she’s in high school and is part of the student council.

I had to do this because I’m the only one that they can count on.

It has always been accepted as a fact that I’m the only one they could rely on because I always looked like I’m free because I wake up at 11am when I just slept at around 9am because I was busy with my papers.

I just want my sisters to pull some weight. Now that I’m a graduating senior in university, I have loads of papers to do. I have deadlines within a week. But, here I am writing this rant just because I cannot function without getting this load of off my chest immediately. When will they start being more empathetic or understanding towards me? When will they realize that we’re not rich so they have to do chores while studying? When will they realize that not doing any of their chores for days and dumping it all on me is not okay? When will they realize that whenever I nag at them to do their chores I’m not being toxic? When will my parents stop gaslighting me whenever I complain about this problem?

These moments remind me that my dogs and my cat is my only solace in this world.

[star-anise]

This might be an odd or heavy question so I'm not exactly expecting a response, but what exactly is disability? I'm aware that typically people who need glasses aren't called disabled, that there are invisible and mental disabilities, that the legal definition is flawed, et cetera, but the exact definition still escapes me.

(the catalyst for me asking is my piling health problems; chronic bronchitis and several kinds of heart problems cause me to be unable to climb more than two flights of stairs without breathing like a fish and yet I still feel guilty for taking the elevator. I'm just trying to get a definite answer so my own mind would stop nagging me about it)

This is exactly my shit because disability activism was so important in shaping me into the person I am. I'm neurodivergent, but also physically disabled; I have congenital birth defects in my hands and feet that fuck me up more than you might expect, I'm mobility impaired, and now live with chronic pain. My life is way better when I don't have to take the stairs, I can only work about four hours a day, but I don't meet my government's definition of "disabled".

Disability has been an intense battleground. For centuries society has had a very narrowly defined view of disability, and treated disabled people in a very particular way. The Disability Rights Movement, meanwhile, has involved disabled people getting together and saying: The way we are viewed and treated sucks! We don't like it! Things need to change!

So one major key to things is the social vs medical model of disability. The medical model views disability as when someone has a serious impairment or illness that prevents them from being normal and healthy, and needs to be medically treated or cured. The social model views disability as the result of society failing to accommodate the full range of variation in human ability, which fails to allow the disabled person full inclusion.

Like, if someone cannot walk and uses a wheelchair, and therefore cannot get into a building, the medical model says we should focus on making them able to walk. The social model says that we should focus on making the building accessible for people with wheelchairs. A major issue here is universal design, the belief that our buildings (and by extension, our institutions and society) shouldn't just be set up for abled people. It should anticipate the presence of disabled people, and plan to include and accommodate us so that we can enjoy an equal level of autonomy and inclusion in society as everyone else.

Disability is really complicated partly because it's really diverse. There are so many different ways of being disabled. Neither of these models is 100% right or 100% wrong. Some people love what makes them different from the norm and don't believe it should ever be taken away or cured; others hate their disabilities and want them to go away yesterday. An operative issue to keep in mind is when the medical and social models are useful.

Under the social model of disability, people who wear eyeglasses are a perfect example of an impairment that's socially accommodated so that it isn't normally debilitating. Society doesn't have huge narratives about how it's tragic or pitiable when someone wears glasses; it's not generally seen as heartbreaking for parents to take their child to the optometrist. Glasses are more-or-less affordable to the everyday person. It is, in fact, solid evidence that we can and do treat some kinds of physical differences as routine and unremarkable.

So at the base of it, here's the reality about the definition of disability:

Abled society has historically had a lot invested in keeping "disability" as a very narrowly defined category. Only the most truly deserving get the special resources that make up for the fact that they're excluded from employment and public life. There's only one elevator, so you'd better make sure that you really need it before you use up that scarce resource.

Disability activism, meanwhile, benefits from making the definition of disability as broad as possible, to argue that we aren't rare exceptions, we're 1/5 of the population and shouldn't be excluded to begin with. Literally anyone could be hit by a bus tomorrow and become disabled. Excluding us and denying us our civil rights isn't acceptable. If too many people are using the elevator, maybe the building shouldn't rely so much on taking the stairs.

This ties into what the disability community calls "the curb-cut effect". When a space is made more accessible for people in wheelchairs (by putting in curb cuts, for example), a whole lot of other people benefit: Parents with strollers, delivery people with hand trucks, travellers with luggage, and ordinary pedestrians who just found them easier to walk across. The design feature made life for everyone so much better that it became adopted everywhere, and demanded as a standard piece of urban architecture. Wheelchair users benefited because everybody wanted the kind of space they could travel in.

When you use a resource or accommodation intended for disabled people, you reinforce the idea that disabled people are common and should be routinely included. Although this sometimes puts stress on a system when multiple people are using the resource at once, the solution should be to increase that resource's availability, not to decide who needs it less and kick them out.

(This topic reminds me that hey, I'm disabled and don't make a lot of money because of it. This week I'm trying to find an apartment that doesn't require taking the stairs, but those are literally twice as expensive in my city. So if you want to support me for the work I do, here are my Patreon and Paypal!)

#staranise original #long post #disability culture #social model of disability #medical model of disability

[angsty-omi]

you get jealous of their manager

suna rintarou; sakusa kiyoomi

angst to fluff, hurt/comfort.

suna rintarou

when rin told you about the new manager, you didn’t expect her to be blonde, curvy, and absolutely gorgeous. honestly, just looking at her made you insecure. the way all the boys gawked at her everytime she walked by. you didn’t care about the boys though, you only cared about a boy, your boyfriend rin. she’s with him longer than he’s with you. practices take up most of his day, so you only saw him once he got to your shared apartment where he was too tired to do anything that exterted energy. to be fair, you were fine just staying in, but imagining him with her during practices made you uncomfortable.

it was even worse when he’d go out to dinner with the team and her. you couldn’t remember the last time he’d even ask you on a date. you hated the way he stopped trying once you started dating. starting to reach the AMs when you called him.

“y/n?” his slurred tone showed that he was drunk.

“suna? where are you? it’s almost 12 am.” you scolded. how could you not? he’s drunk and with a girl that you were very envious of.

“first of all, can you chill? i literally told you that i’d be out with the boys, i don’t understand why you’re getting so upset,”

“upset? you’re literally out with a girl who’s very attarctive” you frustrated.

“oh i see what this is now, you’re jealous and you don’t trust me.”

“it’s not a matter of trust, it’s just i fe-feel uncomfortable and i oh i don’t know wanted to talk about it?” you started to raise your voice. the attempt to set a boundary has failed, and rather was replaced with you being the enemy.

“she’s my friend y/n, get over it because you’ll be seeing a lot more of her,” rin hissed.

“i’m not telling you who you can be friends with or not, but you have to understand where i’m coming from” you murmured.

“just leave me alone, i can be friends with whoever i want, and the last thing i’m going to do is let a bitch dictate that.” suna argued loudly.

it was followed up by silence, with a girl voice cutting in, “rin-rin let’s do this song together!” in a high pitch squeal caught the mic.

“oh so you’re rin rin now huh? i can’t be surprised considering how much time you spend with her!”

“well maybe i like hanging out with her. did you ever think of that y/n? it’s nice to have someone who wouldn’t nag or bitch about me, she doesn’t pry for me to open up,” he attempted to justify his actions.

“okay fine then, if she’s soooo perfect than just date her” words just started spilling out of your brain, and it was too late to take it back.

“maybe i will!” he roared. after he sunk in what he was saying, he followed up with “w-wait i didn’t mea-” trying to save his relationship.

“do whatever you want suna, whether you’re with her or not it’s not my problem anymore, i’m done.” you ended the call, tears freely flowing down your face.

you couldn’t sleep that night. pathetically, you’d hope that suna would at least give you a call back, or any sign that he still cared for you. but he didn’t, and you assumed that was your answer. you would reevaluate the relationship after a good nights sleep on the couch. you couldn’t sleep on the bed due to suna’s lingering scent.

when 4am rolled around, the door opened as quietly as possible. suna assumed that you were asleep in bed, and was prepared to join you. when he walked in the bedroom and saw the bed still made, he panicked. did you really leave? were you actually done with the relationship? he checked everywhere, the bathroom, kitchen, the basement, and not the most obvious place ever. he dialed your phone, and heard loud ringing from the living room. he slapped his forehead in stupidity and made his way over to you. his heart broke at the sight. the way you tried to fit your body with the throw blanket, unaware that you were shivering at the cold. your face was also pale, with dried tears on them. you looked so broken and so drained. immediately, suna carried you off the couch bridal style, and tucked you into the soft king sized bed. he then, moved onto his side and slid under the sheets. it’s only when he grabs your waist is when he feels safe enough to sleep.

five hours later, you awake with dried tears still in your eyes. you wiped them with your arm, and felt weight around your waist. once your eyes were cleared, it was suna. you let yourself comfort in his warmth for just a bit more, knowing that there’s a huge argument to come.

“suna we can’t just not talk about this,” you whispered into his ear, knowing he was awake. he hid in the crook of your neck, “i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry, please take me back.”

“i can’t just accept your apology blindly, we have to set boundaries or else we’ll never move forward.” you sighed while tracing circles on his bare chest.

“i’ll never even look at her again,” his face deadpanned. your laugh vibrated against his chest, “that’s not needed, it’s not really her fault anyways. how about, we spend more time on dates and devote days for each other?”

“anything, princess.”

sakusa kiyoomi

sakusa hated physical touch, the spread of germs with a single handshake grossed him out. that’s why he built a cold exterior to prevent many from getting close. however, when he met you, you happened to be the exception and you took pride in the fact that he was only comfortable with you. he’ll never admit it to you though, and claims he only ‘endures’ your hugs. although, you knew your limit, you would never show affection in front of people. if there’s one thing sakusa hates, it’s PDA.

so you couldn’t really blame the new cute manager for flirting with him, because it seemed like he was single. listen, you trusted sakusa with your whole heart, but you just wanted to see how he would react with a girl flirting with him.

you hid behind the door, eavesdropping behind the door.

“sakusa-senpai, can you please help me up?” the cute manger whined.

“can you not get up yourself?” sakusa groaned.

“no i think i twisted something,” as a girl, you knew exactly what she was doing and her execution was poor. you rolled your eyes, assuming sakusa too would know what she was doing.

but he didn’t.

“thank you, sakusa-senpai!” she squealed, and then what you can assume, she hugged him. because then it caught him by suprise, and they both fell together, with her on top of him. you didn’t hear him scolding her, rather he was laughing. he was happy with her presence when he wouldn’t even physically show it with you. you decided to just walk in and stop this.

amidst of their laughter, both heads looked up at you. “sakusa, don’t you have to get home soon?” with an eyebrow raised.

“uh actually sakusa-senpai it’s getting dark, mind if you could walk me home?” she babbled.

“fine, y/n you can walk yourself right?” he said casually, while packing up his things.

“y-yeah i guess” you stammered.

on your walk home, you were reevaluating what just happened. no longer did you feel special anymore. your brain started to overthink itself, why did they look better as a couple? and why was he so relaxed around her? was i just not the right person? has he found his true love? all these scenarios made you start to tear up. you were in love with the germaphobic man, for god sakes.

when you got the shared apartment, you immediately took a shower, knowing that sakusa was going to nag you anyways when you got home.

then, you started on dinner and chopping up some vegetables when you heard the door open. he nodded at you, acknowledging your presence and was waiting for the hug you gave him everytime he came home. but you didn’t, and he awkwardly just stood there for good minute or two. to your suprise, he was the first one to make the move. he wrapped his arms behind you and resting his head on your neck. immediately, you shrugged him off.

he furrowed his eyebrows, “is there something wrong?”

“i don’t know, is there something wrong?” you repeated his question.

“i wouldn’t know, that’s why i asked.” he bellowed.

you put the knife down and faced him, “you know i love the double standard of how i have to shower before i get to touch you, but that whore gets to touch you whenever,” you ranted.

“our new manager? you can’t be serious. we fell, it was an accident.”

“maybe you thought it was, but i know what she was doing because i, too am a girl. if you guys just ‘fell’ why did it take so long for you to get back up? why’d you let her touch you for so long?” you questioned.

“i wasn’t thinking about it, not everything i do in life is rotated around germs-”

“except when it’s with me” your voice cracked. “right? it’s when it’s with me, that must be it. that’s why you never show any affection, but it’s okay for you because you’ve gotten tons from me and her!” you raved.

he tried to wrap his around you, but you moved out the way.

“don’t touch me with that whore’s filth,” you muttered, turning off the burner and stomped to your shared bedroom, slamming the door. your insecurities were roaring on the inside. sakusa chose to sleep on the couch, thinking you needed space. but, that was the least thing you wanted. you wanted him to beg, or to at least apologize.

over the following days, you didn’t wait for him outside of practice. in fact, the only time he saw you was in the morning before classes and at night when you left leftovers for him in the kitchen. after the argument, he pushed everyone away, especially with the new manager. he only wanted one person’s touch, yours. and to achieve that, he had to put in some effort. that night when he got home, he went straight to the shower. you assumed it was just a normal silent treatment day, so you went to bed scrolling.

you felt the weight on the other side of the bed. knowing who it was, you continued to aimlessly scroll on tiktok. sakusa abruptly grabbed your waist and coddled you, drowning you in pecks all around your face.

“mh.. sakus.. sa.. mh..” continuously getting cut off with his cute pecks on your lips. you decided to let go of the whole manager situation, and let yourself to just be happy. you wrapped your arms around his neck and put him even closer to you. he then pulled away and you dramatically groaned.

putting his face close to yours, “i love you y/n l/n.” before continuing.

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[douchebagbrainwaves]

COULD VC BE A CASUALTY OF VC BE A BIG DEAL

Not us. But in this case it seems more to the point that their culture prizes design and craftsmanship. But due to a series of historical accidents the teaching of writing has gotten mixed together with the study of ancient texts acquired great prestige. The junior people will tend to seem very positive about your company. We don't hear that any more now that Japanese companies are building cars in the US, at least working on problems of minor importance. A company has to be more than small and newly founded to be a big deal, in the course of the conversation I'll be forced to come up with surprising new ideas. I have never once sensed any unresolved tension between them. If you get a call from a VC firm, go to their web site and send them an email. When del. And we were careful to create something that could slot easily into a larger company. If your friends or family happen to be rich, the line blurs between them and angel investors generally want to invest in deals that come to them through people they know. Inexperienced angels often get cold feet when the time comes to write that big check.

For the next fifty years, that's where new wealth will come from. Which means options tempt employees, if only unconsciously, to pump and dump—to do things that will make it fairly hard to fire them later. The idea sounds horrible, doesn't it? Facebook did, you'll face a choice of running with it or not, there's some pressure to claim they thought of the idea after quitting because otherwise their former employer would own it. In a way. Much of the value of investors' connections. Fundamentally an essay is a train of thought—but social and economic history, not political history. So the more confident you are, in theory, merely explaining yourself to the reader. By the end of the process. Both now compete directly with VCs. Which of the two angels in the initial round took months to pay us, and only did after repeated nagging from our lawyer, who was also, fortunately, his lawyer. The way to come up a with a clearer explanation, which I can just incorporate in the essay.

They may if they are extraordinarily fortunate do an IPO, it might not merely add expense, but change the outcome. Whether cause or effect, this spirit pervaded early universities. Also they find they now worry obsessively about the status of their server. I don't want to give the other side of the river. But there are, and this variation is one of the founders quits. A cluttered room is literally exhausting. So, in their hearts, still believe the most important skills founders need to learn about are the needs of your own users, and all the previous shareholders' percentage ownership is diluted by a sixth.

How can it be? It's too perfect. Sometimes, like a river, one runs up against a wall. I had what I thought was a huge fleet of toy cars, but they'd be dwarfed by the number of people who want them. And you end up with better technology, created faster, because things are made in the innovative atmosphere of startups instead of the broken air conditioner in your studio apartment. Boldness pays. I can just incorporate in the essay.

But one thing that might work is to ask yourself, before buying something, is this going to make my life noticeably better? Since most startups are in competitive businesses, you not only didn't know, but that contradict things you thought you knew. And it only does a fraction of what the finished product will do, but that contradict things you thought you knew. The first thing I see when I walk out of the airline terminal is the fat, grumpy guy in charge of the taxi line. The example of a startup's history that I've presented is like a skeleton—accurate so far as it goes, but needing to be fleshed out to be a successful startup founder is not some sort of new, vocational version of college as education for its own sake. Odds are it will be either a view of the New York skyline shot from a discreet distance, or a McMansion—a flimsy box banged together out of two by fours and drywall, or a carefully cropped image of a seacoast town in Maine. Like VCs, one of the most interesting. But if you want to do something, as Nike says, just do it. And of course any VCs reading this are probably rolling on the floor laughing at how my hypothetical VCs let the angel keep his 10. Some investors might expect the founders to make them.

It would set off alarms. If I had to go back almost a thousand years. Not at all. You can't start a startup and tell everyone that's what you're doing, you're now on a path labelled get rich or bust. They go out of their way to ensure their students are well supplied with contraceptives, and yet they're setting up entrepreneurship programs and startup incubators left and right. They're not Goody Two-Shoes type good. The prospect of technological leverage will of course raise the specter of unemployment.

Thanks to the guys at O'Reilly, Patrick Collison, Harj Taggar, and Geoff Ralston for inviting me to speak.

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when silence isn’t golden

Based on this request from @drayshadow: Hello! I love your work! Could i please request #30 and #36 thank you 💜

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Prompts:

30. “You mean the world to me. Nothing else matters and nothing ever will.”

36. “You think our friends will be mad if we just get married right now?” 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader

Category: Mildly angsty fluff

Spoilers: For 14x15 “Truth or Dare”

TW: Mentions of Spencer killing an unsub on a previous case, cursing, Jeid, and general relationship anxiety

Word Count: 1690

If you’re a fan of Jeid... I’m sorry? I hope you enjoy this second installment of my 2k Blurb Party! 

You hate being passive aggressive. Like, literally, despise the feeling. But in a situation such as this, your already passive personality takes on a defensive vibe, meaning that you are passive aggressive without intending to be so. Truly, you know you actually aren’t being that passive aggressive. You’re just being silent. Which, to a group of profilers, is essentially the same thing. But, for the first time ever, no one seems to really blame you for this. And that’s because it’s fucking awkward and everyone knows it.

You knew it had been a life or death situation. You knew she’d been under pressure. Logically, you knew that, under the same circumstances, you might even reveal something as batshit crazy as she had, but...genuinely, what the fuck? JJ suddenly deciding to tell Spencer that she’s always been in love with him is something that you still couldn’t quite fathom. All the times she’s talked to the both of you, had you babysit her children, given you and Spencer relationship advice, helped you plan date nights, hell, she’d helped the two of you move in together...had she had these feelings the whole time?

You can’t decide if Spencer’s relative silence on the matter is a blessing or a curse. Very quickly upon shooting Casey Pinkner and getting out of the jewelry store, he’d shoved the issue to the side. Not so much shoved it as not addressed it at all. He’d been more focused on being thrilled to get out of there, on being held in your arms before being checked by the medics, before even looking at JJ. But there was something about this that still upset you. Something about it that made you uncomfortable. Maybe it was that he didn’t...immediately reject her? You felt stupid and petty for feeling this way. There were far more imperative issues like the fact that Spencer had just killed a fucking unsub after being held hostage, for God’s sake. But it kept nagging at you, even now, almost two whole cases later, nearly a month and a half later. Even after you knew that he and JJ had addressed it, a gentle, private rejection of her feelings. Even after JJ apologized to you about it when she’d come back to work. There was something about it that you couldn’t get away from, something that kept gnawing at your soul. Something you could and probably should bring up to Spencer, but haven’t. 

The team had been called to assist on a case in Las Vegas. The case was done now, pretty clear cut, really. And it’s the final straw, though it’s not clear what the final straw actually is. It could’ve been when JJ made a joke and it made Spencer laugh. It could’ve been when she made a breakthrough on the case and you felt ridiculously jealous. It could’ve been when Emily pulled you to the side and asked you why you weren’t speaking, something of which you’re almost entirely unaware at this point. You didn’t realize your passive silence had gotten so bad. Spencer hadn’t mentioned it; home has been awkward, but the team’s been so busy, it’s not been too prevalent a problem. And you’re quiet by nature, especially on cases. You’ll input where you’re needed, but you prefer to intake the information quietly, only speaking when your thoughts are fully formed, rather than spitballing as some of the others are willing to do. But you know you’ve been different, you just didn’t realize anyone noticed. To tell the truth, the last six weeks have felt like a daze.

Whatever the final straw may be, it comes to a head as Spencer pulls you away from the group once you’re back at the hotel. He pulls you into the hotel’s stairwell of all places without a word, only speaking when the door is fully closed.

“What’s going on with you?” he demands quietly. You blink up at him, the stupor of your emotions still overwhelming you.

“What do you mean, Spence?” you whisper, quietly.

“I’ve not said anything,” he continues. He doesn’t sound angry or upset, just intense. And hurt. “I-I thought maybe...maybe I’d said something wrong or done something, but it’s been...it’s been weeks and I just-”

“Spence, what are you-”

“You haven’t talked to me in almost a month, Y/N!” he blurts out, exasperated.

“I talk to you-”

“Not really! We just go home and move through our lives like nothing’s wrong, but we aren’t talking and I just don’t understand what’s-”

“Are you seriously telling me that you don’t understand why I’m upset?” you ask. Your voice is quiet, but you can feel your blood starting to boil. “You’re a fucking genius, and you’re seriously telling me that you don’t know what’s wrong when one of my teammates, one of my best friends suddenly decides to tell the love of my life that she’s actually always been in love with him?”

Spencer doesn’t even have the chance to respond again before you begin to cry. You’re sobbing, really, and loudly, too. It’s the first time you’ve really allowed yourself to talk about it out loud. And it hits harder than expected.

“Y/N,” Spencer sighs, pulling you into his arms as sobs wrack your frame. Once you’ve calmed slightly, your breathing regulating a little more, Spencer presses a kiss to the top of your head and tightens his arms around you before continuing, his voice quiet, but intense and serious. “Honey, I need you to listen to me, okay? I love you. I love you more than anything. I love you more than I thought it was possible to love somebody. Never doubt that, alright? I’m so, so sorry I didn’t...I know...I know I’m not the best boyfriend in the world, but I thought...I’d hoped I’d made that clear, at least. I’m so, so sorry. I know what JJ said was a lot, but...Y/N, it doesn’t matter to me. At all, actually. And maybe I should’ve addressed it more than I have, but I didn’t think it mattered. Because...because you mean the world to me. Nothing else matters and nothing ever will.”

“Really?” you whisper, so meekly that you barely recognize your own voice.

“Really,” Spencer replies, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. He pulls away from you, only to cup your face, running the pads of his thumbs over your cheeks. He presses a kiss into your forehead, on the tip of your nose, and a quick, chaste kiss to your mouth. “Let’s get out of here, shall we? Get some fresh air?” 

At your timid nod, Spencer takes your hand, entwining your fingers with his own before exiting the stairwell and leaving the hotel with you in tow. He wraps his arm around your shoulders as the two of you continue to walk through the brisk night air. Eventually, you come upon a public park and the two of you sit on a bench, his arm still around your shoulders, pulling you to lean against his chest.

“Sweetheart,” he begins when you don’t say anything, “why didn’t you tell me what was going on?”

“I’m not sure,” you whisper after a small pause. “I think I was...worried about what you might say...that JJ might...bring up some feelings.” You can feel Spencer staring down at you, can feel him intake a shaky breath before he moves, gently sitting you up, before scooting off of the bench and kneeling in front of you.

“Y/N,” Spencer says, his voice gentle, but filled with seriousness. “You’re it for me, you know that? You’ve been it for me since...pretty much the moment you agreed to become my girlfriend. You’re so wonderful, and good, and kind, and smart. You make life feel easy, even when it’s really hard.” This admittance elicits a small, choked laugh from you, your face twisting into a genuine smile for the first time in ages. Spencer smiles up at you, tears forming in his eyes. You lean forward, your hands cupping his face. He puts his hands over yours, turning to each in turn and placing kisses on your palms. “Will you….will you marry me?”

“Spencer,” you sigh, “you don’t have to propose to make up for-”

“I’ve wanted to marry you since our first date,” he interrupts. “This isn’t me trying to make up for anything, Y/N. I want to marry you. I want a life with you.”

You’re quiet for a moment, studying your boyfriend’s face. You harken back to the week before the Casey Pinkner case. The warm, domestic moments in your shared apartment. The whispers of dreams about children and a house outside of the city. The life you had and the future that, at this moment, seems just as clear and bright as it had back then. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“How would you feel,” you tease, quietly, “if I said...yes?” 

Spencer doesn’t reply. His body shoots forward, smashing his lips to yours, his hands finding purchase on your waist. You smile into his mouth and kiss him back, the tension of the past month drifting into the night air. 

“We’re in Vegas,” Spencer pants out, when he finally pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. 

A giggle bubbles out of you, “Yes, we are, genius.”

“No, I know,” Spencer grins, “but, it’s the marriage capital of the world. Do you think our friends will be mad if we just get married right now?”

“Now?” you laugh, your hands resting on Spencer’s chest. “Can’t wait for me, Dr. Reid?”

Spencer pulls away from your forehead, still grinning, eyes never leaving yours. “My darling, I would wait a thousand lifetimes for you.”

“A thousand lifetimes isn’t necessary,” you joke, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

“Whenever you want,” Spencer assures you, “as long as you become my wife, I have no other requirements for our wedding.” 

It takes less than a minute for you to decide: “Where’s the closest chapel, future husband?”

~~~

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