#literally the worst thing i can say about it is it feels nothing like an avengers comic

[slytherinboysappreciation]

Hm okay, what abt a guy that just intimidates Tom Riddle (and he got no idea why, prob bc he has a crush on him but Tom just refuses to acknowledge it). Like, Tom would be all flustered and stuttering when he's around, Tom was smitten yall 😋🤭

Flustered - T. R. x male!reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! 💛 I did my best to write it and I hope it fits what you were wanting. Fic is completely unedited with no use of Y/N. I think I tagged everything, but let me know if I missed something! 💛

CW: probably ooc Tom; Tom being a flustered boy; talk of humiliation/embarrassment; Reader plays quidditch; Tom is a bit of a stalker in this; obsession; flirting; teasing; Tom does not understand his feelings; awkward fluff

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Tom Riddle is Head Boy. The best of the best. Top of all his classes. The perfect prince of Slytherin. Unafraid and unfazed by anyone and everyone.

Except…

You.

He cannot stand you.

Not that he hated you, but that he literally can’t stand when you’re around.

His knees go all weak. His breathing catches in his throat. His face gets all hot. And worst of all, he stutters and trips over his words.

It’s horrible. A taint upon his perfect reputation.

Tom Riddle is weak around you.

And he can’t figure out why.

It starts with Herbology class in fifth year.

Tom is working with some particularly stubborn Chinese Chomping Cabbages when one of them gets loose. It lunges at Tom, biting and snapping.

And then…

It stops in midair. Still growling and chomping away.

But now it’s held firmly within your strong grasp. One hand, tightly gripping the back of the cabbage. Like it’s a Quaffle, instead of a deadly chomping plant.

You look at Tom. Offer him a warm smile. “Brutal things, huh? Gotta be a bit more careful, Riddle.”

Tom opens his mouth. Prepares to speak, probably to say something smooth and bitingly witty.

All that comes out it is a squeaky, “Thanks.”

It is mortifying. Humiliating. And Tom can feel his cheeks heating as you hand him back the cabbage. Your fingers brush, and it’s like a spark of electrifying feeling.

Unlike anything Tom has ever felt before.

Tom is a bit obsessed, though he’d never admit it.

Within two weeks of your first interaction, he’d tripped over himself twice, stuttered over his words four times, and messed up his Herbology projects several times.

He couldn’t figure it out. You were just you. An unnoticeable guy with a love for quidditch and a caring attitude. There was nothing impressive or particularly special about you at all.

And yet, he finds himself following you around.

In just small, unobtrusive ways at first. He starts watching you in class more. Starts memorizing your specific routes to and from classes. Even goes so far as to attend one of your quidditch practices.

You, of course, notice him in the stands. After practice is over, you fly over to him, giving him a cheery grin. “Hey, Riddle. Fancy seeing you here.”

Tom’s face immediately gets hot. He hadn’t meant for you to see him, and especially not for you to come talk to him. “Hi…”

He can’t get out more than that. His tongue feels thick in his mouth, his palms suddenly sweaty.

Why were you doing this to him?

“So,” you lean on your broom, giving him a playful look. “What’re you here for? Suddenly feeling the quidditch spirit?”

“N-No…” Tom gazes at you, unable to look away for some reason. There’s a bead of sweat rolling down your forehead. It’s immeasurably fascinating. “I’m here for you.”

And suddenly there’s nothing less interesting than your face. Tom feels hot. Utterly embarrassed. Why would such a thing even dare to leave his mouth?

You seem just as surprised, almost falling over as you lean against your broom. “You—“

You recover quickly, rubbing the back of your neck as you offer him a shy grin. “You came here to watch me?”

“I—“ He feels paralyzed, mind frozen. “Yes.”

A strange warmth blooms in his chest as he watches a faint pink creep into your cheeks. It makes him feel gooey, like the fresh cookies the house elves make.

“I— I have to go,” he stammers, his own face hot.

“Wait—“ you call out, but Tom is already stumbling down out of the stands.

As soon as he gets inside the castle, he’s leaning against a wall, burying his face in his hands. Of all the things to say…

The interaction had been terrible. A mess of embarrassment and weird warm feelings.

He vows to never let it happen again.

It only gets worse after that.

By the start of sixth year, Tom’s curse is well known among even his followers. Most are unimpressed or uncaring. A few dare to comment on it.

It’s Abraxas Malfoy who clues Tom into what’s going on, all with a dumb comment.

They’re in the library, searching through a book on dark magic when you walk up.

“Hey, Riddle.”

Tom’s head immediately snaps up, his palms already starting to sweat. “Hello.”

You smile at him and lean against the study table he’s at. “Busy studying?”

“I— yes. We’re looking for—“ Your smile widens and Tom loses his train of thought. “For…”

Abraxas, watching Tom with narrowed eyes, clears his throat. Tom snaps out of his daze with a burst of heat in his cheeks.

“It doesn’t matter,” he says hastily, the words spilling out of his mouth. “You wouldn’t be interested in it.”

You tilt your head, giving him an unusual look. “Try me. I might be more interested than you think.”

Tom’s face heats even more. Why…? There’s a hint to your voice, a glimpse of a meaning beyond your words. Something that makes his heart beat faster.

“It’s— It’s just magic,” he stammers, gazing up at you. You look back at him for a long moment.

Finally, you nod. “Alright. I get it.” You sound almost… disappointed. “Just magic.”

Abraxas pinches the bridge of his nose. Tom flounders, unsure what to say. What had he done wrong?

“You can join us! If— If you want…!” The words tumble from his lips, a stuttery mess.

You tilt your head. Give him a look. Tom wilts a bit. He’s never felt so helpless before.

But then you offer him a small smile, and his heart leaps in his chest.

“I have quidditch practice in a few minutes,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck. “So maybe next time. But thanks for the offer.”

You give him a little wink, and Tom’s face gets hot all over again. “Y-You’re welcome!”

He watches you leave, unable to look away until you’ve disappeared around a bookshelf.

There’s a long moment of silence. Then Abraxas clears his throat. “I thought the rumors were exaggerated about your little crush, but you really are just as madly in love with him as they claim.”

Tom blinks. He stares at him. “What?”

Abraxas raises an eyebrow. “What? It’s painfully obvious.”

“I’m… I’m not in love,” Tom scoffs. But there’s a sinking feeling in his chest. Was he…?

Of course not. There was no way. And yet…

It would explain the weak knees. The red faces. The stuttered words. His odd fascination with you.

All of it, possibly explained by a simple crush.

“I’m not in love,” Tom repeats firmly. “He’s just… interesting.”

Abraxas gives him a dubious look, but doesn’t say anything. He just shrugs and goes back to looking at the book they’d been reading.

Tom stares down at the pages of the book, but the words don’t make any sense to him. His mind’s a mess, bringing up every instance of weakness around you to try and disprove Abraxas’ words.

He can’t be in love. He’s untouchable. Perfect. Without weakness.

But the more his mind thinks, the more he has to admit. Something is going on with him around you.

And he’d determined to figure out what.

#tom riddle #male reader #divider by cafekitsune #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x male reader

[thisnightissparkling089]

Long analysis and parallel of Tim x Lucy vs. Owen x Cristina (Grey's Anatomy) regarding trauma below the cut.

I rewatched 6x07 yesterday afternoon while resting, and that awkward ending scene with Tim and Lucy.

I previously compared Tim and Lucy to Owen and Cristina from Grey's Anatomy, when Owen has PTSD from the war and continues to push Cristina aware for fear of tainting her with his trauma and because he doesn't feel deserving of his love. Cristina tells him she knows what she can handle and she'll decide when enough is enough.

Which is what Lucy should have had the option to do and why I loved her speech to Grey so much.

"Shouldn't I be the one to decide what I deserve and if I even want better?" Yes, Lucy, you should.

The ending scene of 6x07 reminded me of Owen and Cristina yet again. In Greys, they break up early on and try and give each other space.

One of their first meetings after the break up, Owen is coming off the elevator, and they try to have a conversation, but can't. All Owen can say is "Take care now."

Cristina ends up confronting him after work, calling him out for being happy that day and trying to make small talk.

"Take care now?! What even is that??"

Owen hands her a piece of paper, which she reads aloud.

"Hey there now"

"Take care now"

"Nice work, Yang"

He explains that these are all three word sentences he and his therapist came up with so that he would have something he could say to her that wasn't the three words he wanted to say "I love you."

"The three words that you know I feel but cannot say, because it would be cruel to say them to you, because I'm no good for you. I don't want to torture you. I don't want to look at you longingly when I know I can't be with you. So yeah, I'm smiling. And I'm saying things like take care now."

I'm seeing so many takes lately that Tim was cold and aloof, and how dare he make small talk like nothing is happening.

THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT.

He's making the small talk and he's keeping his distance because he's in love with Lucy and yet doesn't feel good enough for her. He thinks she deserves better. And so he's trying to get her to move on. Which is stupid, yes. I agree. Lucy should get to decide what she wants and deserves, as she said.

But Tim cannot see past that. He is quite literally his own worst enemy right now.

I'm hopeful that through therapy, he can begin to see that this relationship is about the both of them and that he can learn to love himself and understand that he is worthy of love and that Lucy loves him fiercely, inspite of his flaws.

#the rookie #chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim x lucy #season 6 musings #I also recommend checking out @makeitastrength post on this #as her take is equally excellent

[cinnamonsly]

i don’t think there is anything worse in this entire world than desperately clinging onto a hyperfixation you’ve had forever that you know is slowly fading away from you

#and you know there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it either #literally one of the worst feelings in the world #yes this may or may not be about CCCC #like i still love the characters and album to death but my brain doesn’t have a frickin chokehold on them anymore like it did #which is honestly one of the main reasons for this massive art block rn #this isn’t to say CCCC/CJ art and content is going away. no worries about that #but i find it rly hard to draw stuff for things i am not currently hyperfixated on #ugh it’s a struggle. but i’m working on it #thanks for ur patience

[gottagetgogottagetattahere]

Knives is such a hypocrite and a liar and he lies most of all to himself and i hate him but i also love it. Bro's so coked up on copium all the time.

Claims to be doing it all for the sake of Plants, then arguably takes away their agency and freedom way more than humans ever could. Claims to be doing it for his brother and literally ruins his brother's life in every possible turn. Claims humanity never learns from their mistakes and it literally takes dying for him to stop doubling down on his bullshit. the medical abuse done unto tesla horrified him so much and yet he is directly responsible to the same abuse being subjected to countless of children.

Given the chance, I would love to be his sleep paralysis demon. i do not think I could fix him, but I think I can drive him to early retirement from super villainy.

#millions knives #trigun #tristamp #trimax #i hate this man but also i adore him #or at least i adore grinding his psyche between my teeth #guy has so much crunch to him #the worst possible man to me i need to ruin his life #i gotta say that when i first got into trigun the overall tone coming from the fanbase did soften me up to get absolutely demolished by #literally all the fucked up things happening all the time #but i see less ppl horrified about the fucked up things knives does to the sisters he claims to be protecting than i expected?? #which idk feels like a waste #also saw someone who said who doesn't like a villain who just wants to protect his sisters and dude if that is what protection looks like #id rather be thrown to the wolves #he is so fascinating to me but also i understand him on a molecular level and thats why i hate him so much but again #crunchy guy #nai saverem #vash's mommy issues have nothing on knives i can prove it ( i cannot but i can infer and i can dream)

[yuribalisms]

I hate my gender I hate it I hate my gender this is fucking stupid I hate it I hate it I hate it could I be literally anything fucking else I’m so goddamn sick of this

#I’m like 99.9999999% sure I am genderfluid #which is all great and fine when I go like literal months #being perfectly happy and content being feminine and being called a girl and enjoying she/her pronouns #until all of a sudden I’m just vibing on the couch last night and the dysphoria just fucking SLAMMED into me #and it was so Fucking Stupid too I just saw a buff shirtless male video game character and my brain was like #‘kinda bullshit you don’t look like that huh’ #and now I hate everything and I get my five millionth ‘am I trans man’ crisis #except at this point I KNOW I’m not cuz this is the pattern #I’ll be uncomfortable for several months like two ppl I know will use he/him pronouns for me and I’ll enjoy it #and then eventually I’ll decide THAT now makes me uncomfortable and I’ll go back to either hyperfem or androgyny #whichever is scratching the itch at the time #and I’m so…. so fucking sick of this pattern #cuz say I DID do anything to transition then whenever I inevitably wanted to look like a woman it’d be the same thing just reveresed #AAAAHGGGHHHHHHHH #I want it to stop I want stable feelings about gender one way or the other this is so fucking stupid and unfair #I hate it I hate it I hate it #this is the worst way to experience gender ever I literally can do NOTHING about it #and these intense switches are just gonna keep happening #like idk at least I’m self aware enough I’ve figured out the pattern but honestly I think that kinda makes it worse in a way #androgyny is my go to and has definitely never made me feel Bad #but life certainly is fucking easier when I’m happy with and leaning into being more fem aligned than masc aligned #bye I’m gonna go die in a hole now #kaz rambles

[maranello]

I am so annoyed at everything and everyone including people who are supposedly on the same side so let’s make this clear: I am not going to be engaging in the Charles misery wankfest nor shitty useless memes about Ferrari nor discoursing over every little thing including Carlos, the Williams cars, the Red Bull infringements that went unpunished, nor Ferrari itself and how they have or will proceed from here etc etc etc. It’s counterproductive to stew in all this anger and misery. Let it out and get over it. We have work to do. I refuse to let the thing that I love be the thing that breaks me. I have survived worse. yes it hurts a lot especially because it’s charles’ home race and we had the pace to win even with the changeable conditions and ferrari fucked it up badly. but keep your eyes on the prize and stay focused. remember the bigger picture. rest up because the fight is long, and it is not over until it is fucking over. if you’re willing to give up now/already, why are you even here?

#do not reblog #my grief burns like anger burns like hope #it’s a team sport. #you can’t control what ferrari does but bitching and moaning about it and saying charles should go against them or leave #literally doesn’t help #and it is a stupid take. #it’s up to ferrari to fix themselves and become a team that deserves charles and rebuild his trust and confidence in them #regardless of whether we as fans trust them to do this or not #and the priority is NOT to break the relationship but to FIX IT. #it’s crucial to have both drivers be able to trust the team and work with them!!!!!!! #there is nothing we can do but to keep MOVING #the worst thing right now is to get stuck because of this #it’s a fucking hard one to take #but for the love of god I promise the world has already ended many times over before #do you enjoy being miserable fr? #you really want to make it feel a lot worse than it already does? #it doesn’t do anyone any good. #not to you not to anyone around you not to charles not the team behind literally no one #and it will only serve our rivals to see us wanting to turn in on ourselves and tear the team apart #let yourself feel everything and let it pass through you #but for fuck’s sake don’t get stuck in it and drag people down with you #sorry all this traveling is making me really irritable on top of the already shitty sunday #tdl

[pepprs]

kind of amazing that i get down on myself for having impostor syndrome and feeling constantly stupid and naive and radiating insecurity about being young all the time when actually there is a completely explainable reason for it which is that i live in this house 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

#groaning and laughing over liz memes with my siblings and explaining to my parents why ppl are doing this / why ppl hate her and #are celebrating her death and they start attacking me for relaying the information (and agreeing with it ♥️) and saying shit like This #Generation has no respect and are so cruel and classless and always pick at problems for no reason and make unfounded baseless claims when I #was literally reading them evidence of the awful things that happened under her reign and they were going i don’t believe that. LMFAO! ok. #and the generational disdain has been such an issue too. like our parents straight up think we are stupid! love and light 💖 #purrs #one of the worst fights i ever had with my mom that was the reason i started going to counseling happened bc of how jason mraz announced #that he was two-spirit and i was talking to my mom about it and said that he shouldn’t have called himself that bc he&: white and she BLEW #UP at me for like 3 days straight for trying to be ‘labelist’ about him and for caring about sexuality and ‘policing’ his / her language and #she literally went out of her way to pick a fight with someone on ig who was saying the thing i was to prove a point to me and she said othe #other extremely hurtful things about me being bi and about me having the audacity to ‘root for the underdog’ and how she was going to cut me #out of her life just like she did with her aunt because i push her buttons too much so ♥️ always very fun to get into debates with my parent #and i know it goes against literally everything i am supposed to know / be for me to be arguing like this and to be complaining about it and #even joking about queen elizabeth but like. idk. i feel so torn between how i feel. i know she was a human being yeah yeah but she was #also a colonialist monarch parasite and i genuinely think the way tumblr explodes when politicians and world leaders die is endearing and #exciting and funny. i adore my job and my colleagues and also working full time is killing me. i recognize that my parents are human beings #and that i am flawed and don’t know everything and am saying stuff without fully knowing what it means and also it makes me giddy to pick #fights with them a little bit. i am kind of a bad person i think and i care about it so much but also i don’t give a fuck anymore. nothing #in my life feels real rn and i am a scared creature in my skin all the time. so no i don’t feel like i can hold my own and represent my work #well because i am living a double life just wanting to play video games all the time and run away from everything but also wanting to create #the golden thing and help people open the door to a better world or whatever and i can’t tell wha ti want to do more because im fucking #EXHAUSTED and experiencing 15 kinds of despair at all times lol! #not to turn a post about queen elizabeth into a vent lmfao but i am so angry. it really fucking gets me that they think im stupid lol. like #i know im stupid for other reasons but it’s not fair to think im stupid because i am pointing out inequities and trying to help you learn or #whatever and it’s not fair that you think that im stupid because im a young person like im literally your fucking daughter and it is made st #STAGGERINGLY clear to me every day how you only wanted babies and you didn’t want us as the messy growing learning imperfectncomplicated #adults we are becoming and it fucking hurts and i hate you for it a little bit. lol 🤸🏻‍♀️ #delete later #idk what i even just typed i an just hitting post and letting the consequences roll in. im a bad person fuck it! #parents tw

[snekdood]

I've never really actually cared about smearing my ex. I only ever wanted to clear my name and draw vent art to an audience i *thought* was removed from them. I didn't think anyone they knew or knee them were still watching me online so i felt like it was okay to finally draw vent art. Art that would only emotionally move them to actually give af about what they did but i felt was vague enough that people wouldnt trace it back to them. And then someone did, and then they wrote a whole callout post about me, which i was anticipating for years, but before that, theyve been for years building this image of me, where they know their audience knows theyre talking about me, theyve been trying to paint me as the abuser for years so that when they did call me out, people could refer to their comic and see "evidence" im bad because i guess thats evidence somehow??? Whatever the case. I feel like ive only been trying to clear my name since they started this. I never wanted it to devolve into this me vs them thing but they seemed to start off that way by default with me. I felt like i had to lay out everything they did to defend my point that i know what im talking about, im not crazy, and maybe listen to me because i might be right when i talk about myself specifically. The fact its gotten to this point is so stupid to me. It would have been so much easier for them to just drop the narrative of painting me as this horrible shitty person but no apparently we had to drag it all the way out to this point. I hate feeling like i have to constantly defend myself because theres a whole narrative about me thats entirely different from who I am. I hate that i felt like i needed to compile all this evidence that im innocent especially since even if i had direct evidence of their abuse people would still somehow find a way to dismiss it. All of this has been a waste of time but i guess so long as they get to throw my name in the trash and shit on it nothing else matters.

#why cant you just fucking apologize you pos #you and your friend were fucked up. you normalized fucked up shit in eachother. it made you think it was fine to treat me a certain way. #or. you treated me that way to paralyze me with ptsd. whatever the case. YOU fucked up. YOU need to face yourself and the consequences #of your actions and what you've done to me- both in and now outside of that relationship. #just because you can convince your followers and even yourself that you were the victim here doesnt make it true suddenly #you need to be fucking honest with yourself and what you did. #vent #i wouldnt even have cared they got popular off of stealing my art style nearly as much if they didnt also decide to drag my name in shit #while doing so. #like you will seriously do ANYTHING you can to try to smother me. and i know its because i know shit about you that you dont want other ppl #to know about. and no its not whatever embarrassing thing you think im trying to humiliate you with. its the weird rape shit you drew. #and its like dude. someone else found that for me. they literally found the website you used to use and i forgot the name of it. #if its so easy to trace this gross shit back to you how long do you think its gonna take for more and more ppl to discover it? #EVEN if you smear my name in shit? #maybe instead of constantly trying to evade your karma you should just embrace it for once. then maybe you'll be able to sympathize w #the shit you dragged me through too. like you dont care howuch you traumatize me at all so long as you can get away unscathed. #you are literally the worst person ive ever met. #ik whatever i say doesnt matter because its Not In Their Best Interest to give a fuck but. i do sometimes hope they look back on this shit #and really take in what the fuck theyve done to me and actually feel fucking bad about it for once. like how can you do this to someone and #feel nothing. it feels so cold and heartless and its why i think theyre just constantly looking away and instead of looking at themselves #directly. #theres nothing i could ever say that could make them do that.

[dmclemblems]

real talk this save screen is the absolute most haunting save screen of any game i’ve ever played

dead silence and a black background and after everything that just happened

it’s like the final nail in the coffin to really get across how terrible it all was

#see? im still having a crisis. i had to put the game down for a bit EVEN THO I'VE FULLY BEATEN IT SIXTEEN TIMES #shit like this makes me wish fe4 would get a gen 1 only pair/shipless anime #that being so that nobody can complain about ships and blah blah #or a full anime with both gens with zero indication of the fathers bc nobody needs that drama for an fe4 anime #but since ofc it was an snes game i get why it doesn't show how horrible it was #but i feel like just with what it did give it still gets the whole point across both with the roll call and the save screen #and like yeah I had to put the game down for a bit but I feel like in a sense that's the best way to play it #particularly for first timers tho bc I feel like this part needs a bit to sink in before you continue with gen 2 #You basically just witnessed the worst moment in Jugdral's history and the beginning of societal collapse #and then you get to gen 2 which is almost two decades later showing you just how horrendous the world became after that #to the point that even Alvis' best intentions couldn't fix everything forever #It's stated that things were working out and all under his rule for a while so like... for the most part in general #things were going okay for Jugdral aside from Manfloy behind the scenes doing shit #but then it all comes out and Alvis can only do his best to save things from the inside and not the outside anymore #He loses his influence on the outside world and everything goes to shit so all he can do is save the few people he's able from the inside #You literally go from seeing the worst event happen to seeing the world in post and being told through character dialogue #how bad everything is now two decades later and how horrible the place is to live in #I love Three Houses so much but there's no way it captured that and I say that because #the devs have stated FE4 was a direct influence for TH but even with the timeskip and how bad things got due to the war #was nothing compared to the state Jugdral was in and the events of chapter twelve were nowhere as #devastating as what happened in chapter five of FE4 #I wish FE4 had a little bit more in between the gens just to give you time to let it all sink in because it's so much in hindsight #Even the stuff at Yied went a little too fast sometimes imo #Everything gets progressively worse during the whole of gen 1 and I would've loved for chapter five to be like that too in its own chapter #anyway most influential save screen in gaming history thanks have a nice day/night #DCB Comments

[radroller]

I started reading the current Avengers run and it’s pretty fun! Best Justice League comic ive read in a while!

#literally the worst thing i can say about it is it feels nothing like an avengers comic #but then again when was the last time i read a JL comic that felt like a JL comic #so i aint complaining #just making a neutral comment

[bohemiandeer]

You know what hits me hard? When 5 to 6 year old children, all the way in Southeast Asia, knows about what's happening in Palestine right now. That children their age is getting bombed, that they're starving to death, that they're getting shot at, and sniped in the head. Because, just this past 2 or so months, I heard some of the little ones in the Kindergarten classes I'm TAing in as an Intern talk about it. Hell, one of the little boys downright said he didn't like Israel, because Israel is bad, because they do scary things. Another was questioning whether Palestine was bad too, because, "why else would they shooting at them?". A little girl in one of my classes doesn't want to finish her food at all, because she wants to save at least half her meat and rice for kids in Palestine, because she heard that, they don't have food. And that's just the ones I remember. Namely the inciting cases before their classmates slowly follow suit. The littles are fricking SCARED. We had to sit these kids down, and tell them that the topic is too mature for them at the moment, that they shouldn't even be concerned because they're KINDERGARTNERS, they're not even old enough to properly understand. The one teacher I was TAing for had to make a class announcement saying that. What gets me is, these are 5 to 6 year olds, the youngest I've worked with in this specific age group is 4. 5 years old on average, and they've already been exposed to the worst horrors genocide has to offer through the news and snippets of conversation among adults and hell, considering how many of them say they like to play games on Mama's phone, or their IPad, even from fricking social media. And the fact that, these literal babies, from all the way in Cambodia, has more empathy in their entire body and soul, than full grown fricking adults have in the nail of their pinky finger, gets me. FFS we as adults could LEARN from them I feel sometimes. I honestly don't know what to feel about it anymore. On the one hand, this is the next generation I'm working with. And if the next generation's default response to a tragedy such as Palestine, is what I've seen come up on occasion so far? Perhaps there's some bloody hope for this world after all. At least in this country. Especially since a majority of them already come from families who survived a genocide. These are the 3rd - 4th generation descendants of those who survived the Khmer Rouge. They've got grandparents at home, who no doubt are more than intimately familiar with what Palestine is going through right now. And it shows.

But on the other, it makes my heart sink because these are CHILDREN, these are LITTLE KIDS, they should be playing with their toys and watching cartoons and talking to their friends about everything from Spiderman to Speakerman to Kuromi and her friends, and be worried about whether or not they can go to playground that day, guranteed they're well behaved, or if Mama remembered to pack in their costume for swimming lessons that week. NOT JUST MY KIDS. But the little ones in Palestine too. They deserve better. They all deserve, so much better. Hell, it's come to the point that whenever I look at my kiddos right now, whether they'd be working in class, playing, doing something as mundane as eating lunch or getting ready for their nap. I think of the children their age in Palestine that didn't even get the chance to survive. I think of the ones whose memories from this age, is nothing but absolute horror and pain, rather than what has slowly become my normal, who never got to experience what my littles do on a daily basis right now.

Children shouldn't even be concerned about "War", about a Genocide. The last thing that should be on a 5 year old's mind, is pain, and suffering, and the worst horrors imaginable ever to be inflicted on a human being. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S INFLICTED, ON OTHER CHILDREN THEIR AGE. And for that alone, the world has failed them. Especially the kids in Palestine who didn't ask for any of this. They just wanted to carry on with life as kids do, the same way as my littles do on a daily basis no doubt, learning, playing, chatting with friends over their favourite cartoons and characters, worrying about whether they'd get to go to the playground or not that day.

I apologize for talking about this on this blog. I know my blog tends to be lighter in feel, a lot more unhinged and light hearted typically. I mean, I'm just a fricking nerd who likes to draw and write, and lurk about her favourite fandoms to consume and support what is shared among other nerds who also like to draw and write. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. About contemplating it, especially since I'll be back on a roll tomorrow, working with my kiddos again after not seeing them for 5 days straight because of Holidays. And, I just had to talk about it. This is something I felt I couldn't keep to myself this time, I don't think my soul'd be able to carry it. I had to talk about it.

FREE PALESTINE. Our children deserve better.

#free palestine #gaza #palestine #rafah #israel #current events #gaza strip #human rights #childrens rights #save the children #cease fire in gaza #cease fire now #cease fire permanently #palestinian genocide #support gaza #pray for palestine #ceasfire now

[inkskinned]

so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

#where's the word woman in this u might wonder if u suck #good news i am nonbinary and have a uterus so that is something that can happen #im also gender fluid tho which means im immune to certain psychic damage bc if u call me a woman i'll be like <3 okay <3 #writeblr #the tightrope of ''ppl need access to this'' #and like also #''what the fuck is going on over there'' is like. so difficult as an activist #i was <3 punctured <3 during mine #and almost bled out on the table :) they didn't have anyone standing by bc it's ''just a little insertion'' #so i started crashing and i vaguely remember apologizing for the fuss as i heard my heart rate monitor start going <3 tachycardic <3 #she wasn't even a bad doctor tbh #ps btw the reason i even HAD a heart monitor is that i have a genuine heart condition and they knew GOING IN that there was a chance #i'd crash on the table #like my heart just likes to do fun little tricks and <3 stop working <3 (i do not want to discuss the specifics ty i am okay im ontop of it #and they were like 'oh u will be fine' and then she did do a puncture thru my uterus . pop! #and im sitting there dizzy and feeling my heartrate start to drop bc it feels almost. beautiful. like. the whole ground just #woosh! out from under you. and shit is like grey's anatomy. i'm looking up at her grey eyes #she's old she wears this nice shawl she's like got Cool Lesbian vibes and people are sprinting into the room #from other parts of the clinic unrelated to me. while the monitor is like a little aria singing #and shes like hey youre okay stay awake stay with me something went wrong we have to keep trying #and i remember thinking - i was trying to think of nice things. i have so many beautiful places that now overlap #with this terrible memory #i became dimly aware that there was too much on her wrists and hands. like #that was too many liters #and then when they had finished all this. i packed up and drove myself home #i have had (bad thing) happen to me. and the same feeling happened after #that numb almost lamblike bleating. you cry without noise. like. ur body is so shocked and ur mind so empty #you just stare at the road and everything everything is happening behind glass and static and you are standing so far away from it #while you hold ur hands at 10 and 2. and something in ur brain is SCREAMING at you - IT WAS BAD AND IT SHOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED #and ur just watching the alarms in your body going off and youre thinking. a little pinch! ha. i think i just lost something important.

[mejomonster]

I gotta. Learn how to date again ;-;

#rant #am i gonna brute force try dating apps then feel hopeless and anxious and socially Too Not Understanding Rules to get anything forward? #yeah probably then ill be real sad. :/ i watched a tedtalk today about fear of intimacy and how like u get hurt in love once #and ur brain tells u the story it was UR fault or youll have the SAME experiencr again. so u illogically either avoid finding love #because u associate it with PAIN. or u go for unavailable people (me! no one i dated ever liked me back they just dated me until they liked #someone) because unavailablr ppl wont Ever get a certain level close emotionally since theyll leave you. #and so i think partly i had unavailable partners CAUSE i was scared to be in an abusive 7 year nightmare again ToT #so i have to conciously Start saying hey it wasnt me. hey its okay to be vulnerable best reward is love #and worst i can just leave itll be okay (byt also dang i barely cry im a bit emotiomally numb #despite the self awareness). so like. i trust my very Good judgement of red flags. but i need to conciously try to #believe i may NOT be hurt next time. and maybe idk flip a coin the next petson isnt unavailable. #but. the thing is. befote i can even PRACTICE saying no to unavailable and yes to interested people? #i literally work myself into an anxious mess trying to research the norms for How To Date. How to Ask Out. Where to Meet Ppl. #i get so anxious over conglicting advice everywhere i just CANT do it all! it contradicts!! and also like #i literally havent had a single crush in 5 years or more. 10k tinder matches and no crush #who knows how many hinge matches. no crush. #i havent even felt like potentially i liked a person in years. and i yavent managed a date in like 4! #and rhe last date i lowered my standards to: anyone replying. so went on a date whete they were nice but #had nothing in common and never spoke again. #despite me trying to ask ppl out on apps and chatting on apps thru these years. 1 date. thats all that said yes and we didnt even #think each other as good fits. (also im demi so i need to like.. guess if someones compatible then date for 3-5 months to even know if ill #develop feelings so. even if ppl responf AND i ask every single person out. most arent gonna be interested in Long Term #and in Exploring Potential compatibility until i can develop feelings (or let them know by like 4 months if i couldnt) so :c #i would like love!! i like best friends!! im great at making friends!!! but dating? apparently im so dumb i feel #dumber than a 70 year old on an app at least they might know the rules and get a date and make a friend! #id also you know like to have sex again regularly reliably with a person i love byt that #may well take 500k matches. 20 dates. 3 people who maybe dated more than 3 outings. and if im lucky 1 who #really fell in love and we mutually clicked #or idk maybe itll take a million people or worse odds i am not liking these odds at all.... #but making friends? why cant dating be likr that??!!! within a few months i can meet ppl who like tarot and dark fantasy and meditation and

[dollyhao]

succubus!reader x nerdy!ellie

summary: ellie is desperate to lose her virginity that has been looming over her her whole college career.

toni’s note: i made it guys! i promised this back in october and it’s the end of january… but it’s here.

cw: this is pure smut, no plot at all lol. 1.8k words

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ellie has not a single regret about what she’s about to do. ellie is in college and is still a virgin, at this point she didn’t think she’d ever lose her virginity. until one of her friends joked that she should summon a sex demon, that it was ‘the only way she’d get laid’. it wasn’t meant to be taken seriously, but desperation makes people do crazy things.

she read in an old book she found in the library about one in particular, the book had a picture of you drawn in and ellie thought you were absolutely gorgeous and perfect for her. what was the worst that could happen?

ellie lights the candles around the circle she made on her bedroom floor. she chanted your name 5 times like the book told her, then after 20 seconds the candles all blew out and a gust of purple smoke floats in the air. you pop out the smoke looking even more perfect than the book describes.

“who dares summons me?” you say in this slow sensual voice that ellie feels course through her body. you look around the room you were summoned in before your eyes rest on a short girl with black rimmed glasses on her face. ellie is looking at you with those pretty green puppy eyes, mouthed formed into an o shape.

“a girl? well thats new,” you walk closer to ellie sizing her up. “your cute… tell me what you want from me.” “i-i,” ellie is literally speechless. shes staring up at you, the lady demon whos probably gonna take her virginity. you have long horns on your head and a cute skinny tail, but the best part is that your completely naked. breast out in the open, nipples standing at attention, nothing covering your cunt and it’s just begging for ellie to drop to her knees to taste you.

“did you call me here to waste my time?” you ask her putting your hands on your hips with a quirked brow. “no no! i-i want you to take my virginity.” ellie says playing with her fingers. you hum, “ok ill do it. but you have to sign a contract-” “yes yes! anything!” you spawn a paper out of thin air, “dont you wanna know what your agreeing to?” but by the time you finish your sentence ellie has already signed the paper.

after she is done signing, the paper disappears. “i wanna let you know i-i’ve never done this before. well i almost did in my fourth year of highschool but that was a missed opportunity-“ ellie’s nervous rambling was cut off by you running your hands over her shoulders and ripping her shirt open exposing a blue sports bra underneath. ellie gapes at you, suprised at the sudden intrusion. you push the ripped shirt off her shoulders. “do you wanna touch me?” you say voice softening seeing how nervous the poor girl is.

she nods vigorously trailing her hands up your tummy to your breast. “you can touch me however you want.” you say smirking at her. ellie feels like she can hear your voice inside her head, a slow sensual voice with a rasp that can only be described as wild and sexy. she feels a rush of arousal pulse through her as she pushes you to lay on her bed. your eyebrows shot up, you feel her start to kiss down your stomach swirling her tongue around your navel before her head dips between your legs.

you buck slightly when you feel her inexperienced tongue flicking all around your cunt. she takes your clit into her mouth rolling and flicking her tongue all around it (like they do in the videos she watched before the summoning). you can feel her breathing heavy against you. she pushes two experimental fingers into you feeling how wet and tight you were. you taste sweet like honey and something else addictive that ellie can’t name, ellie suspects its part of your demon powers.

you grab her hair squeezing your legs around her head trying to contain your moans, no human has ever made you feel so good. you might just… like this girl. she’s cute and gentle. and she looks at you like your aphrodite instead of a sex demon.

you feel yourself about to cum when you push her head from between your thighs. ellie is looking at you, chin covered in your juices looking pussy drunk with her glasses fogged up. “are you ok?” she asked you, looking genuinely concerned. you want to coo at her but instead you flip her over taking place in between her legs this time. you peer up at her with this look that looks like you want to devour her. you pull down her sweat pants and underwear licking your lips at her slick pussy.

you give her clit a sweet kiss before using your thumb to rub circles on it. ellies moans out loud when she feels your abnormally long tongue enter her. your tongue is reaching places her fingers couldnt possibly reach. she chants you name which only encourages you to move your thumb faster on her clit. ellie grabs your horns and pull before locking her ankles together keeping you still as she grinded on your tongue feeling the knot in her stomach ready to explode. you let out a groan as ellie tugs on your horns. “im so close.” she says before her body goes rigid.

you pull away from ellie, swallowing her essence, seeming to have had an energy boost. “is there anything else you wanna try?” you say rubbing up and down her legs. she nods getting off the bed grabbing a box from under it. in the box are sex toys but ellie pulls out a girthy purple strap. “oh,” you say eyes widening, “you wanna use that on me?” you ask with that same sensual tone from the beginning. “yes.. please”

she puts the strap on before she feels you push her down on the bed straddling her. you hover over her dick grabbing it and running it up and down your slick cunt. “you want me to fuck you?” you say placing a hand on her chest still hovering over her. ellie nods her head grabbing your hips panting in anticipation, “yes please…” “ask nicely,” you say leaning down licking and biting her ear. “please fuck me. please.” ellie says bucking her hips. the tip of her dick pushes into you, you moan sitting completely on ellie’s cock.

you are bouncing and riding with no sign of slowing down. ellie is running her hands over your body, transfixed at the way your breast bounce as you ride her. when she sits up, she wraps her arms around your waist, holding you close to her as she kisses your neck and chest leaving marks.

you grab ellie’s face, tilting her head to the side so you can have access to her neck. you use your tongue to lick and suck marks into her neck until you get a little too excited and nick her neck drawing blood. ellie let’s out a groan followed by a guttural moan, completely dazed. you lick at her neck getting all the blood up before humming and planting a kiss on the mark.

ellie is gripping your ass meeting your thrust with her own desperate ones. “are you close?” ellie asked desperately, leaning to kiss you again. “very.” you coo out, kissing her using that long muscle of yours, twirling your tongue around hers.

you let go and ellie is staring in awe at the beautiful look you made while cumming. she lays back on the bed, exhausted and satisfied. when she feels your very sharp nails trail up her stomach and latch at her sports bra causing it to rip as if it was being cut by scissors. “more.” you whisper with a wide grin.

“what?” ellie asked wide eyed. “i want more. i think im going to keep you.” you whisper in her ear.

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I, Ellie Williams, am allowing succubus y/n to take on a human form and co habitat with me. I will fulfill her needs of sex so that she may stay by my side and use me for a long as she wills.

signed: ellie williams

#wlw #lesbian #ellie williams #the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #loser ellie #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader

[rafeandonlyrafe]

good boy

words: 1.5k

warnings: established relationship, marriage, protective!rafe, (guard??) dog, fluffy

“rafe, it's literally two weeks. ill be fine!” you say, folding his clothes, having dumped out his suitcase onto the bed to reorganize it when you saw how he packed it, just chucking things in.

“two weeks where im a hours away from you by plane.” rafe sighs, watching you carefully repack his suitcase as he pouts on the bed, not wanting to leave you.

“you know, cameron, i lived a whole 20 years before meeting you.” you point out, knowing while rafes concern comes from his love for you, it will completely overwhelm what is supposed to be an enjoyable family vacation and leave him miserable the whole time.

“i don't see why you can't just come with me.” rafe groans, flopping back against the bed. you smile and round the bed to where his head is resting against the pillows. you press a smooch to his forehead, rubbing your hand over his head, petting at his soft hair.

“baby, it's just for your family. you know that.” it's not like you don't want to accompany rafe to a tropical paradise, but you would feel way too awkward intruding.

“what if something happens to you? and im not here to protect you? id be the worst fiancee ever.” rafe grabs your head from rubbing his head, holding up the ring on your finger for him to admire.

“nothing will happen. nothing ever happens here.” you laugh. you're not sure what crime is like on the other side of the island, but your neighborhood is incredibly safe.

“im still worried.” rafe sighs. “you in that big house all alone.”

“im gonna spend 99% of the time wedding planning.” you hum, thinking about the tabs pulled open on your laptop of different venues, dresses, and color palettes.

that finally gets rafe to crack a smile. “can't wait to marry you.” rafe says earnestly. he only proposed a month ago, some people would say that you were too young to get married, but rafe knew when you came into his life and turned everything around for him that he had to put a ring on your finger.

“i can't wait either.” you bend down to press a kiss to rafes lips. “but seriously we need to talk about your packing before we tie the knot, why do you only have one pair of shorts packed for an island?”

-- two years later --

“remember those two weeks you left before we were engaged? it's not really much longer. you should go, baby. it's a good opportunity.” you are sat on rafes lap, back pressed against his chest as he scrolls through his email.

“it's just work, and it's a whole lot longer than two weeks. i don't want to leave you here alone for over a month.” rafe closes out of the email, making you sigh.

“i was fine for those two weeks, ill be fine now. promise. i think you should go! it's a big conference.” you turn sideways on his lap so you can look rafe in the eye. “besides, it's still six months away. plenty of time to prepare.”

“prepare?” rafe raises his eyebrows. “so you'd be good with security cams around the whole house and personal security?”

“cameras on the outside and hell no. you don't want some random guys watching after me do you?”

you can see the gears turning in rafes head as he frowns. “yeah, you're right. no men.”

“so you'll go?” you smile. rafe closes his eyes for a brief moment before nodding.

“yay!” you squeal. you're not excited to be left alone, and you love being around your husband more than anything, but the work trip is a big deal, and you know he'll be kicking himself if he misses out on such a good opportunity.

--

“rafey?” you call, eyes sweeping across the living room as you enter your shared home, a head full of fresh highlights.

“hubby?” you call out, continuing deeper into the house until you see movement through the glass door leading towards the backyard, but it's not the typical roll of the ocean against the shore.

“rafe?” you question as you open the door. you expected to find him in his office, where he was before you left for the beauty salon.

rafe smiles, waiting for your eyes to look down, and when you finally see what is sitting at rafes feet, you let out a gasp.

“oh my gosh!” you squeal. 

“wifey, meet max. our new australian shepherd.” rafe gives a command with his hand, that has max running towards you.

you sink to your knees as the young dog excitedly greets you, licking at your hands as you pet him.

“hi maxey.” you coo at the dog, you're guessing around two years old, with max being full size but still having some young features.

“rafe, you didn't tell me you were getting us a dog!” you stand up, max following close behind as you rush to give your husband a hug.

“i have a confession.” rafe says, his hands looped around your waist. you frown, worried that max was just a foster and you'd have to give him back, or that something went wrong with the adoption. you often talked about getting pets before getting married, but wanted to wait a little bit, and then time just slipped away and before you knew it, you were over a year into your marriage. 

“what?” you whine out.

“ive been working with a trainer behind your back. i wanted to make sure max was ready before we chose him for sure. he knows commands, me, your scent, our house. everything. he knows his primary responsibility is to protect you and our property.”

“oh my gosh!” you slap rafe in the chest, surprised that he was able to keep such a secret from you. “how could you do all that without telling me?” you laugh, not angry, but surprised that he was able to orchestrate everything.

you don't wait for rafe to explain how he was able to find so much time, stepping out of his hold to kneel down and continue petting max.

“we have some more training sessions so he can learn with you as well.” rafe further explains, also leaning down to pet max behind the ears as he pants excitedly at his new owners.

--

“what is it maxy?” you ask as he lifts his head up, looking around the living room. “you miss your daddy?”

you sigh as max lets out a sad sounding huff, petting your hand over his head, scratching at his neck which you know is his favorite. rafe has been gone on his business trip for a month now, with only a week and a half left until he returns home.

max suddenly jumps off the couch, eyes on the backyard. he lets out a bark, claws clicking on the hardwood floor as he moves to the glass door. he lets out another bark, making you stand.

“what is it boy?” you ask, looking out the window.

max lets out another bark, this one the familiar territorial bark that he’s practiced in his training with you and rafe. you know the only reason that rafe feels safe enough leaving you home is that max is a great guard dog.

you get closer to the window, squinting your eyes to try and see in the darkness when you sudden jump back with a scream as a squirrel runs across your patio, causing max to bark and run along the glass door until it scatters into the yard.

“holy shit, maxy, you scared the shit out of me.” you press your hand to your chest before kneeling down, scratching behind his ears. “it was just a squirrel.” you reassure him with a pat.

your heart rate is just starting to calm down from the fright when you hear the front door open. max instantly takes off with you following after him, letting out a sigh of relief when you see rafe standing in the foyer.

“baby.” he sighs happily, setting his suitcase down as you run into his arms, pressing your lips together. “i missed you so much.”

“i missed you too, what are you doing home though?” you ask, giving him another kiss before he can answer.

“they didn’t need me for the rest of the week, decided to get home to my lady.” max barks, making rafe lean down to pet him, still holding you up. “and my good boy too, of course.”

“so happy to have you home.” you nuzzle your nose into rafes neck, inhaling the familiar scent that you missed so much. 

“happy to be back with you, wifey.” rafe says, carrying you further into the house.

“oh, and you will be very happy to know maxy did a great job protecting me while you were gone.” you tell rafe. it mostly involved max barking in warning at any delivery guy or car turning around in your driveway, but his presence did help making you feel safer and less loney.

“hopefully not too good.” rafe huffs as he looks at your pet. “can’t have him replacing me now.”

you giggle, surprised rafe can manage to be jealous of your dog. “never.” you swear, pressing another kiss to his lips.

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[mrfoox]

Also love how... Slightly awkward it was in the beginning but then I started to talk and then he just took over and went on an topic rant and all was normal and good (:

#miranda talking shit #Did he sit and google and read about drugs for me? Yes. We really have been on that topic many times now #Idk if he likes to share his knowledge or whatever bc i have zero experience. Havent even smoked a cigarette or gotten drunk lol #I know he have a past of that when he was a teen but idk how fun it can be to discuss topics when someone knows nothing about it #I love to learn anything so i enjoy it but i cant really add any insight im just like jaha ja. Bonus: if you crush these pills and snrt the #You'll get a crazy high. Or well normal people will. Yoi and me would need more and still feel less for it #5 mins later: miranda promise me you wont crush and snort your pills... Me who literally havent taken my meds normally for weeks #'uh what you think id want to?' him: idk i just want to say that its not good and you shouldn't do it please promise me #Typical him. Anytime he shares anything positive about drs he'll add an 'its super addictive and dangerous etc' and its like... I know #I havent even smoked weed that would be the worst thing id consider trying and only in good company 😭 #I know my mind is basically wired to be more easily addicted to things so thags part why i stay away from things. #But god its fun to talk about weird topics and i love learning about anything tbh