#my day was being awfull

[brainr0t-landfill]

📋Compartment Syndrome

gn! reader x Captain Price

"...I had to kill it to keep it, framed it afterwards, above my bed so I could see it each morning."

-???

(tw: unhealthy relationship, phisical violence, mentions of drugs, minor mention of reader 'being the other woman')

You served John divorce paper today.

He's sat at the kitchen table blunt nails drumming against mahagoney as he look at you, then the documents, less surprised or heartbroken more expectant.

And it baffles you how a man so big can look so small, how a man that fills up doorways and commands the air around him like second nature can slump his shoulders, hide his tears with coughs.

İt was a few years in the making and even then you feel bad, this is the man you love, loved; you used to stay up at night waiting for his footsteps on the front lawn. You have to remind yourself that was over five years ago, back when he actually bothered with you and the home, the love he had vowed to build with you, left high and dry like an abonded building spiderwebs in the corners and illegible graffiti on the walls, suffocating dust clouds merging with ominous shadows.

You used to hotbox in buildings like that, you and what few friends you had back in the days he wouldn't even look your way.

"And-"

He lifts the first paper pretends to take a look at the one below that and pushes them away from him, a muscle feathers in his jaw.

"-your reasoning for this? I'd like to think you wouldn't ruin us over something petty luv."

He knows and you know that he knows, you've argued about it often, you wanted him to be home more, you wanted him to be safe, you wanted him to at least bother interacting with you beyond sex, dinner and whenever he couldn't find the remote.

It wasn't even about his job at this point the day you had married that bright eyed, headstrong young man you knew you'd always be the other woman to his job you just desperately want his shadow out of your home at this point.

You clear your voice ,eyes on your weathered house slippers.

"Look I don't want to offend you, I don't even wanna cut you off completely! I just think-"

"Straight to the point, sweetheart."

He emphasis the word sweetheart, today of all days, knowing how it makes you feel.

"Neglect."

You answer, his eyes widden ,nose flaring.

"Neglect? Oh please we've been over this honey, I don't neglect you I'm not home kissing your feet all the damn time because I have a fucking job to do! I'm the one who keeps a roof over your head and defends this country while you sit at home and twiddle your thumbs! God you're fuckin infuriating, this is why you can't find a damn job, you braindead homebody-"

"I started working at the new school, the one that opened last year, you didn't get my messages?"

He falters, runs a hand over his overgrown beard.

"You did? That's- luv that's amazing! How's the pay? Are your colleagues-"

"Let's- let's just stay on subject, please."

You tell him doing your best to keep your voice even and cold.

He deflates, leaning back in his chair as he sighs. He looks awfull, unshaven, hair greasy, shirt dotted with blood and one of his arms in a sling you'd said that it was important that you couldn't wait for him to change or shower, less you chikcen out like the first five times it used to feel impossible to leave him once, he was bigger than life with each little bastardized segment leading up to him in some capacity.

"Luv, listen I know you're frazzled I've been gone for a month and I was barely home for a week before that, I understand ya wanna pick at me and get ya anger out but I've had a long ass month, okay? I just want a shower, your cooking then I want to cuddle up to the love of my life, yeah? Give an old man a break and for fucks sake get rid of these."

He gets up with a groan and pushes the papers towards you it always suprises you, how quickly he can dismiss arguments you've spent hours thinking through, how small he can make you feel.

"Price, look-"

"What the fock did ya just call me?"

"-I know it's painful to think about but this relationship obviously isn't serving either of us anymore, you're too busy for it and I don't think I ca-"

He has you against the wall before you can even react, shoulders and chest crushing you against the smooth, pearly white surface as his humid breath warms your cheek, your arm twisted across your back in the grip of his good hand; pain like coke sparking cruel stars in your visom.

"Shut. The fuck. Up."

He growls in your ear mashing his nose against your cheekbone.

"There is no reason for us to be together, just listen to me for a second-"

You hiss in pain as he twists your arm further, your ring finger -adorned by his mother's heavy, heirloom ring- brushing against your shoulder blade.

"I love you and you love me, that's plenty reason to stay together. Isn't it?"

It's marvellous how much conviction he can put into that excuse when you're pretty sure it's his hundredth time saying it, slightly different context, same words. You almost miss the times you'd jump through hoops for a smile from him when he was indifferent to you because he had no reason to treat you any way else.

"Isn't it?"

You nod, cheek rubbing against the wall as your eyes water.

He relaxes his grip on your arm, presses firm, moist kisses against your face.

"That's my baby, I know you're upset, I know and I'll make it up to you, I promised 'n I always keep my promises don't I?"

Your face is sour with all the promises he broke, all the times he let you down, left you alone as you nod.

"Use your words luv."

You take a deep breath, trying to find your words through the pain of your twisted muscles, your straining elbow, your back straight and stiff as a cutting board that your arm is pinned on.

"Yes, John."

He clicks his tounge, sharp sigh brushing against the side of your face.

"I just got injured ya ought to be a little bit sweeter."

"Yes,-"

You take as deep a breath as his crushing body allows.

"Yes, honey."

He smiles, letting go of you and stepping back allowing you- granting you space to breath, to turn around and rub at your burning arm something too close to guilt for comfort in his eyes. You stay like that for a few moments, feeling his eyes across your skin; slow and heavy like his hands like something you have to work to keep on you.

"One last thing?"

You look up, his eyes are wet. He hands you the divorce papers. Your lawyer will be so disappointed.

"Rip them and think about what you're doing next time, how your actions affect me."

You take them, the pristine paper shaking in your hands as your rip them, barely seeing through your tears you walk over to the bin.

He looms over you, broad shadow blanketing, eclipsing yours, swallowing it. He wraps his good arm around your waist when you're done, presses his barrel chest against you stil-stiff back and flutters kisses from the base of your neck up to your jawline.

"Y'know I love you."

#call of duty x reader #captain john price x reader #cod x gn!reader #angst #tw codependency #tw marital abuse #tw neglect #captain price x reader #captain price x you #hurt/angst #hurt/comfort #ig?

[likedovesinthewindd]

howdy! i’ve got a request for spencer reid x gn!autistic reader? or if you’re not feeling the autistic reader, can the reader have chronic pain, but specifically in their legs? fluffy but like hurt/comfort, ya know? like he helps take care of them but the reader is terrified they’re being a burden or that they’re not good enough for him etc etc? i’ve just been struggling a lot with my chronic pain recently and spencer is a big comfort for me🥹if you’re not down for this request thi, don’t worry about it! thank you!!

hi love, I'm sorry this took forever to finish! as someone who also struggles with my legs, i feel you. it can be really awfull and frustrating and i hope you get better real soon, sending love🩷🩷

spencer reid x gn!reader

warning: chronic pain, medication mention/use, self-deprecating thoughts.

wc: ± 1180

a/n: none

It had been a long day, and the dull ache beginning to form in your legs was an obvious indicator of an even longer night. You quickly stripped as you made your way to your bathroom, running a bath and ordering something to eat; you didn't feel like having to stand by a stove tonight.

Spencer was working late again, something about having to finish paperwork. You contemplated calling him; he always assured you that you could call him whenever you needed anything (granted he was in the same state as you). You tried not to though, because you were already dependent on him as is.

It felt unfair to have him look after you the way he did, and the guilt consumed you. Spencer worked extremely hard, and when he wasn't working he was taking care of you. He always told you he didn't mind, that he did it because he loved you. You believed him, but you couldn't help but feel as though you were holding him back, taking away the only time he had to actually rest.

Spencer was still young, he didn't have to be held back by you.

Your prediction of a long night had been correct, and you found yourself squirming beneath the covers trying to distract yourself from the ache in your tired legs. The bunch of painkillers did little to quell the burning throb, and you found yourself on the verge of tears, untill you heard the familiar footsteps make their way to your shared room.

The door creaked open with a shrill, and you burried your face into the pillow, waiting for the inevitable shine of the ceiling light being switched on, but it never came. Instead you felt the bed dip right beside, you and a soft palm being placed between your shoulder blades, it's warmth seeping through the thin sleeping shirt you wore.

"Are you assleep?" he asked softly, and you shook your head, face still burried in your pillow. He only hummed, the hand on your back moving along your body till it found your leg beneath the covers.

"D'you want me to rub your legs for you?" he asked quietly, and God, how badly did you want that right now. Your head rose frome the pillow, looking over at the small alarm clock on your nightstand. It was just a little past midnight. "No," you said moving into a seated position, moving to your nightstand to turn on the lamp.

When the warm light filled the room, you found Spencer's eyes on you, giving you a concerned look. "It's alright Spencer, it's late and you're probably tired," you tried, but his expression only worsened. "I don't mind," he tried and you gave him the most convincing smile you could muster.

"I'm alright, please get some rest," you said, placing your hand on his, the other one still absent-mindedly rubbing your legs beneath the covers. "Are you sure?" he asked and you nodded. He gave you a reluctant look, before standing up to change from his work clothes.

You always felt so bad whenever Spencer had to help you. He always went out of his way, even if he's had a long day at work or just got home from whatever state they had been in.

You wanted to be more independent, wanted to help yourself more and allow Spencer some time for himself, which was why you started refusing his help, distancing yourself bit by bit.

In return, Spencer thought he had done something wrong. You didn't want him to touch you, or help you when he saw you were clearly in pain or discomfort. And he wanted to help you, because he didn't like seeing you hurt. He already saw so much pain and hurt in his job, he didn't want to come home to find you hurting too.

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It was a particularly bad day, and you found yourself on your couch watching TV as you clutched the heating pad between your legs. You didn't even go to work today, the pain too much for you to even function properly. When you heard the click of the front door opening, you wanted to crawl in on yourself. Spencer saw the glow of the TV illuminating the living room, and made his way inside quietly, placing his things on the kitchen table and making his way to the couch.

He saw you laying there, and his face dropped at your pained expression. He crouched down so he could be at eye level with you. "How are you feeling?" he asked. For a moment you considered telling him the thrust, telling him how much it hurt and how much you wanted him to take the pain away the way only he could. But you bit your tongue, giving him a small smile instead.

"I'm okay, Spencer," you said softly. "How was work?" you asked, trying to change the subject. "It was alright, are you sure you're okay dear?" he asked again. You sighed tiredly. "Spence—"

"Why don't you want me to help you?" he interrupted. "Because it's not your responsibility Spencer, it's not your job to look after me," you snapped, sitting up in the couch. "Where is this coming from?" he asked taking a seat next to you. You took a deep breath before answering.

"I feel bad, Spencer," you started softly, refusing to meet his eyes. "You already have so much to worry about. You work so hard and then you come home to—"

You were interrupted by Spencer's hand gently grabbing onto yours, effectively stopping you from nervously picking at your nails.

"I don't want you to feel that way, ever," he said softly, squeezing at your hand reassuringly. He sighed when he noticed your gaze still stuck on your lap.

"Please look at me," he pleaded and you raised your head from where you had been staring a hole into the blanket draped over your lower body. He gave you a small smile when you looked up at him, giving your hand another squeeze for good measure.

"I love you," he started, "and I decided to be with you as you are, with the good and the bad, just like you took me with the good and the bad. I don't want you to ever feel like a burden, because you're not. I help you because I want to, and I'll always want to."

Damn you and your sensitive heart, beacuse you found yourself on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry," you started, but he quickly interjected. "Don't apologize, you did nothing wrong," he said, wiping away a stray tear. "I love you, all of you. You should never doubt that."

"I don't," you said giving him a small smile. "Then let me take care of you," he said. Your smile widened, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a crushing hug. And it felt so good after weeks of pushing him to the side and denying his affection. His warmth seeping into your body, an instant comfort to your tired body and crestfallen heart.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x gender neutral reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fic #criminal minds fic #likedovesinthewindd

[222hopelessromantic444]

you make it durable

omg exam season is over and i finally got time to write again pfghskh anyway- just something small so that i can get my lazy ass back into writing<3

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This day had been ungodly awfull.

In the morning, you woke up two hours before your alarm and failed to get back to sleep. Leaving the house, you slipped on your frozen front porch, fell face flat on the ground, which resulted in you spilling your hot coffee all over your clothes. At work, you got yelled at by some random producer, and just as you thought your day couldn't get any worse, a coworker of yours decided to throw a tantrum for half an hour, resulting in an argument with them.

No joke, you should have known that from the second you had woken up this morning, the day was predestined to go only downhill from there, but you still had hope that your job would lighten up your mood slightly. Well, it didn't, and now, as you drove back home, you could only think about falling asleep as quick as possible to finally end the day.

Kicking of your shoes while unlocking the door, you called out a short "I'm back-" before making your way towards the kitchen, ready to prepare yourself some tea.

Not even five seconds later, Ville's head peeked through the kitchen door, a careless smile plastered across his face. As he walked up to you, a quiet "missed you" left his lips as he hugged you from behind while you were waiting for the water to boil.

You hissed his name as his arms found their way around your waist, since you hadn't fully recovered from your glorious fall earlier this morning, which had left you with a deep blue mark right above your hip.

Concern crept his way into his youce as he looked at you confused. "You alright?"

"Slipped this morning and landed flat on my ass.", you shortly muttered, not really in the mood for talking.

To yous displeasure, Ville only chuckled, placing a kiss on your temple while gently massaging your back. "Aww, my poor darling. Had a rough day?"

You sighed and nodded. "This close to quitting my job right now." You held out your index and thumb, moving them closer and closer together, till there were just millimeters keeping the two from touching. Were you being overly dramatic? Yes, but that didn't even cross your mind at that moment. All you knew was that you will most definitely not hold back your tounge next time should your godawful coworker cross your path again.

"Rakas-" He whispered into the crook of your neck. "How about you go lay down on the couch while I finish up your tea, mh?"

You turned around in his grasp, now facing him. He could really be a brat sometimes, but he certainly knew when you were stressed and needed your sweet boyfriend to calm you down.

"You sure?" You asked, a smile now slowly reappearing on your lips. He nodded, to which you responded with a quiet 'thank you' and a quick kiss to his cheek.

Another exhausted sigh left your lips as you laid down on the couch in Ville's apartement. a warm feeling spread through your whole body while you cuddled into some random blankets as you slowly drifted off to sleep, Ville's deep voice echoing through the kitchen as it deliberately fadet into background noise.

When you awoke from your dreamless sleep, the first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was a grey tea cup placed on the coffee table. You must have been asleep for quite a while, since the sun outside had now completely settled, leaving the apartement only illuminated by the dim light odf the living room lamp.

Just as you wanted to get up and look for Ville, you noticed the arm that was tightly wrapped around you and a faded groan from behind you at you failed attempt to escape. Having a hard time loosening his grip on you, you carefully turned around in his arms, now facing him.

His beautiful green eyes were closed, his breath shallow and even. Seeing him so relaxed almost felt unreal, since his features had almost always a stern expression, reminding you just again how precious he looked while sleeping.

Not wanting to wake him, you decided to just close your eyes again and rest till the sun of the next day would wake both of you up again.

#ville valo x reader #ville valo #i love him #his infernal majesty #him band #ville hermanni valo

[ikamigami]

Oh boy, i would love to, if Everyone in show would go see an professianal Thearpist for once.

Like, i love Earth, she is an amazing person. She is trying her best and It makes it even more Sad. However, Earth´s Theapy session from her not helping and i will explain to you guys my reasson alright? So Earth is very kind and she is polite and open to lisstening to the diffrentent kind of issues, which is fine and already been heard can be enough. The after effect is been how everyone who have doing thearpy session with her, refuse to see other Therapy and completly reliance on her. Earth never been trained to be a thearpist and she can help like a very good friend, but people that been having seriousely issues, for example Monty being abusive at times to Foxy is been overlooked. Sure Monty is doing a bit better, but he can´t doing thearpy with his girlfriend. Monty would never admit beeing awfull. (also even if he would, Earth loves Monty, so she blindly ignore it)

If you even analyse every person in the show who been doing the thearpy session with her, let me ask you something real quick, DOES anyone get better from it? No,... really not a single person.

-Solar? right, he have some seriously issues with his Moon, he killed him and he abandoned his Dimention. He replace his people by moveing on to life in another Dimention, but if i take a guss, he surely just want to fix his place and whatever. He is ignoreing his feelings and be nice to others. It only takes a,...(sun death)... moment and he leaveing everyone behind, cause he have trauma and not talk about himself.

-Lunar thearpy session was also less about him, it was more about Lunar and Earth talking things out. When Lunar had the chance to talk about his problem, he switch back to beening worried over Earth, which is bad, it´s not about her, it was supposted to be over him. They should haveing another thearpy session, The whole Lunar is going to die is ignored with leaving Lunar in the dark. With what is he even suppose to do.

-Moon been worried over Sun drinking problem and Earth overlocked this and claim Sun been alright, is also weard. She is not even concidere it that there is a chance of Sun having more going on. I think Moon been afrait to be Old Moon is also wild. People might should be suggest it, Old Moon IS a part of New Moon. They are the same person and they should try to understand themself more. Even if New Moon would go on with his life without Old moon ever be in it, he should TAKE responsiablty with his old self. If he would try that, Then he would understand his BROTHER way better. (SO yea, it just a way of Moon running away from his issues, cause he did it with 1th Moon too who he rip him a part and claim to be so much diffrent, only to come to the point where he believe he is just as bad as him.) The point is, Moon will allways hurt Sun, because he never learned from his past mistakes, he will even with a 99 prozent possiablity kill himself again and give Sun a new Moon (or leave him and give him Old Moon cause he isn´t as smart as his other self) This is not a question of do you want Old Moon or do you want New Moon? You would want the whole Picture and not half of it.

-Sun is suicide and heave mental issues and experience his Brother been dying and think it was his fault. He have now New Moon, but he surely want that New Moon would remember the past times, the times when Sun and Moon bond,.. the times when they getting clouser and build trust. If you would ask eveyone else like Earth if she would be alright to have a NEW Solar then the answer is NO. So how is she not understanding Sun problem with New Moon? Like not even a little bit. Sun also never got the chance to get in himself and be honnest about Moons abusive behaviour. He can´t tell his Sister of how MUCH he suffer from Moon. Sun is just to much of a Good heart person and don´t want anyone to worried over him. So Sun dig his feelings aside till he one day can´t handle it anymore.

To not makeing it any longer, i leave it to be. What Earth is doing, is not principle wrong, she helped her Family, but she isn´t even going to see herself professional Thearpy. Every Thearpist have to see Thearpy too. People that any of thouse people could see is for Example Golden Freddy, but also some Mother/Father figure yk actuall Parents from Pizzaplex is also a good choice.

You're absolutely right! With everything!

I don't have anything to add to that.. I just simply agree with you.

They all have issues so big to resolve them by talking to their sister who even if has good intentions and wants to help simply can't because she's their sister..

They should go to professional therapist and that's it.

But I think that they won't realize that they need serious help till something really bad happen - Sun's death probably by suicide..

That's what I think that all of this is heading towards.. they all need a wake up call..

Thank you for pointing out all of those things, there are even things that I forgot to mention such as the fact that Earth wouldn't want to have new Solar and yet can't understand that Sun had a hard time to accept New Moon and move on from Old Moon's death..

Thank you so much for this input. This is really important and I hope that many people will see this ^^

#sun and moon show #sams #sams sun #sams moon #sams solar #laes #laes lunar #laes earth #mgafs #mgafs monty #mgafs foxy #tw trauma #tw suicide #tw abuse

[streets-in-paradise]

There's a Songbird who Sings - Steve Harrington x (Fem)Henderson!Reader

Stranger Things Oneshot

Warnings: This is just fluff and musical references. I wrote it on my phone, so there was not much proofreading. It may have a few typos (sorry)

Summary: Steve accidentally discovers your real singing voice and you try to explain him why you feel Insecure of it.

Notes: As quite a few oneshots i have released before, this short thing is an attempt of bringing to life a mentioned moment in my headcanon series. It can be read separatedly, but for more context you can check it on my masterlist.

Tags: @losersclubisms

No matter how much he had grown, Dustin will always be your little brother. Still, as time passed there were certain shared rituals he was starting to consider childish despite being comforting. Bedtime ones were the most shamefull to him, he slowly stopped asking directly for that sort of comfort even at those times where he did need it. However, you would always be able to read him well enough to provide the care without an expressed ask.

" If Steve finds out I will kill you." The boy warned you, guessing your intention as soon as you sat on the bed next to him " I'm not a baby anymore, you don't have to sing for me. "

" But I want to." You reassured him, sweetly caressing the top of his head. " Would you call Aragorn, son of Arathor, a baby for finding comfort in singing songs to his friends? "

The reference made him smile.

" Although it's true that badass characters in Lord of the Rings are always singing, you have to accept we live under different cultural values."

You chuckled, not willing to refuse the claim.

" And you have to accept you are never too old for comfort. " Was your simple correction. " It's alright, I promise no one will find out. Steve is still in the living room and with the TV on, I doubt he would hear anything."

In that at least you were mistaken, since the secrecy didn't last long.

He didn't mean to eavesdrop, Steve merely wondered if you needed help calming the boy down from the emotional consequencies of the awfull day he had. It was the reason why he was staying over; joining forces with you to make things better for him. He was about to announce himself, but stopped right away like if he was caught up in a sudden trance.

Your voice.

" There's a feeling I get when I look to the West and my spirit is crying for leaving." You were singing for the boy a the other side " In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees and the voices of those who stand looking."

Soft as a caress, the sweet and undeniably feminine charm of your interpretation was one hell of a surprise. He had no idea you could actually sing, even less that you sounded that good. In awe as he was with the discoverment, he could only remain there untill you would finish fearing that making his presence be noticed would make you stop.

Carefull as he was of not letting your brother know he have been there, he still couldn't hide the shock as soon as he saw you. The pure adoration in his eyes betrayed him, but you were just a bit embarrassed.

" Dustin likes it, don't make it a big deal." You justified yourself in advance, whispering your way out of the bedroom area. " When we were younger I used to tell him stories all the time, and sing for him on bad nights. He still enjoys it, but he is growing up and would prefer to keep it as a secret."

" I can easily see why." Steve recalled as he followed you. " Stairway to Heaven is a great choice, you do sound like an angel."

Unsure of how to react, your freaky side emerged.

" Actually, there is this very dumb backsmashing controversy claiming it hides a satanic message. Conservatives would claim I'm brainwashing my brother into a cult"

Absolute cluelessness, he couldn't help loving it a little bit.

" It's cliche, but is one of the very first rock songs I learned full lyrics for so i used to sing it all the time back when he was very little. " You continued, admitting some guilt he didn't find a reason for. " There is a repetition comfort aspect in it, when he is down I know he wants to hear that one. I tried to switch it as I was learning more, but Don't Fear the Reaper didn't have the same effect."

Being back in the living room gave you more freedoom to talk.

" That's so sweet, you are great big sis. " He praised you, then turned off the tv. " and a great singer as well, turns out. I mean it for real, but i guess your freak friends must have told you that already. Aren't they in a band?"

He made you laugh and, despite pleased for it, he had no idea of why.

" Thanks, Steve. Is very nice of you to say that, but the truth is that I never use my real singing voice in public."

The confession was delivered with a clear undertone of shame and that confused him a bit.

" I know, I just noticed it. We have listened to music together and when we sing along you never sound like that. "

" Neither I do with Eddie, it would be so embarrasing if he would have heard that. I'm sorry you had to. "

That part encouraged him, but he was still not getting it.

" You have to be kidding, that was awesome!"

" Not in metalhead standards. " You explained yourself. " What I did was taking the most popular and overused song from an actually cool hard rock band and turn it into a lullaby sounding pop garbage because that fits my vocal range better. It's an abomination, the disney princess version of a rock anthem. "

Of course , that didn't seem a problem to him.

" I guess it could fit in the Snow White and the Seven Nerds soundtrack. "

You wanted him to take it serious, since it was a real insecurity for you.

" I have been cursed, Steve. I do love to sing, but my voice doesn't fit in my favorite genres and that's one of my biggest frustrations. " You exaggerated in an attempt to mock yourself while being graphic. " There is metal in my veins, but I sound like the most comformist pop singer. The best I can give is a decent ' Race With The Devil' GirlSchool cover, but never the sort of shit any of the guys would find trully cool. "

" Bullshit, show that to Munson and he would loose his shit "

He was just trying to prove a point cheering you up, but as soon as it began to cross unwanted territory he deviated the conversation back on the two of you. His intention was to make you feel better, not to make things easier for other guy to steal your attention.

" … Or better don't, and let this be our little secret so I only have to share your voice with Dustin. "

#steve harrington #joey keery #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson reader #stranger things

[dearweirdme]

I thank you for your detailed answer and I understand that things must not be easy for closeted ppl specially with their level of fame and I understand now the importance of choosing a bit more of artistic freedom and freedom in general but I still think that him agreeing to do this was one of the worse things he could have done for his career and i also feel now that him choosing to publicly do a lot of things that very much pointed at him and jk being together was really distasteful, I never would have thought this before but I just don't see the point of him wishing to make a point about his relationship with jk at all after doing what he did, I really wonder what was he thinking? Ppl won't take him seriously, won't take that relationship seriously at all, he's just harming his image bc he had that mediaplay above his head. There's just a lot of ppl thinking he's been gaybaiting all along instead of defending his gf, I guess this probably was important to him, sharing a bit about his real self while everyone was believing lies but it was such a bad choice now that I see it in retrospective. I didn't it take like that at all when all of this was happening I guess I just felt relieved that this hadn't changed and that he was still fighting but now it's like what are you even fighting? You did that and no one is going to seriously see anything statement in what you do with your bandmate, no one. And this will continue like that unless they ever come out which I doubt it will ever happen considering the choices they made. I remember even being somewhat upset back then for what I took as jk distancing himself from Tae publicly when I thought he needed the support the most but now I understand that he did it bc what is even the point in contradicting in any way a mediaplay he took part of and that has a purpose they must have agreed, was needed.

I really wish things would have been different and that Tae would have acted different, it's the way I'm 100% sure that tk are together and I have been for years and I still feel disappointed and I know is my fault for putting ppl I dont know personally into pedestals but it's just like I'm finding out that Tae is not as cool and brave as the person I had in my head and that also most ppl won't ever see him like that too and all the opposite bc of that mediaplay and the way he chose to act after it.

Seeing twt and TikTok and basically every platform after this is having a reminder that ppl really do see him as a coward, liar and a loser, even armys and idk when this will change, I don't think this at all bc i know it's not the truth and I used to get really defensive but now I have to accept that this are consequences of the choices he made, this and ppl never taking queerness related to him as anything but a joke or queerbaiting or fans deliriums

Hi anon!

responding to this ask:

Sorry for being late to respond to this, I've been sick these last couple of days (still feel awfull and pretty ligthheaded honestly, so If I seem weirder than usual... that's probably why.. also, I'm probably making more spellingmistakes than usual😶). I have had plenty of time to think about this though, because both this ask and your former one made me actually really sad... and I did want to think through why you felt like this, and why my feelings are so opposite. So here I go, and I don't mean to be harsh or insult, but at the same time.. this is how I feel.

We all have our own ideas about who we think an artist is. I think it is very clear that amongst fandom, there are many differetn thoughts going around about who Tae and Jk are as persons... what they are like on the inside. When we form an idea about who we think someone is, we also start getting expectations... and I think that is why it's almost unavoidable that at one point we get a bit dissapointed. It can be small disappointements (like, not liking an add, or a song, or that they smoke) but it can also be big dissapointments... like the one you are feeling right now. I think this also ties in with how so many were feeling negatively towards Jk when he didn't act how many wanted him to during Tae's Layover. Expectations were set (because of them being Tkk, but also because of how many perceived his actions during Jm's Face), and he failed misserably in many eyes.... but I digress.

We don't really know them well enough to be able to have that kind of expectations though.... especcially when it comes to their private lives (and when we talk about their closet, or their relationship... that is what those are). As Tkkrs we feel very connected to Tae and Jk. So much so, that at times we feel as though we are fighting alongside them. We make their battle ours. But ultimately it isn't. We can support them, and we definitely should.... but we should at the same time be aware that it is THEIR lives. Only they know the inns and outs of their lives, only they know what's at stake for real.. so they are the only ones who get to decide. So I understand that you might feel dissapointed because you feel you've been fighting for them so hard and now one of them made a choice that to you doesn't fit with what you think you've been fighting for... but at the same time I think you are wrong, because.. we don't know what it is that they are fighting for, and we don't know the exact inns and outs of their lives.

Personally, I've never fully felt as though they are fighting hard to be able to come out or to show us that they are romantically together. I just think that's not even an option for them at this point, both from a business perspective and a private perspective. There's a few instances where I feel Tae went a bit further (the insta pic before Paris, him posting only Jk and Bam before enlisting, the matching T-shirts). To me most of the other stuff is just them living their lives adn things we pick up on because we pay attention. So your and my starting point is different, I don't see them/Tae a someone who has been "wishing to make a point about his relationship with Jk". I think he has wanted to.. very much so, but don't think it is realistic to think that he wanted to out them. Your sentence "Ppl won't take him seriously, won't take that relationship seriously at all"... that's kinda what this is all about right, we're not supposed to take it seriously in a way. Because if everyone would take them seriously, they would be out.

Being in a shipping fandom will forever be weird. Would I reccommend it to anyone.. well, no 😂. It comes with a lot of highs but also with a lot of lows and I consider it to be a neverending rollercoaster of emotions in which you will actaully get bitchslapped from time to time. We will forever be fandom's punching bag. Are we to blame Tae and Jk for that? I personally don't.. and I've though about this hard the last few days. But my answer has continously been that: no, they didn't choose this. It's society that's wrong. That does not mean that I think they can never do anything wrong, there's things that would go too far for me as well. But imo that's not the case here. He did one walk, we don't know what he expected the fan response to be. Maybe he was expecting us all to brush past it with force like we do so many times. Maybe he thought it would have past already with that bua (which is what often happens). You are making a lot (!) of assumptions on his thought process and motives, when in reality we know nothing about it.

We know nothing about the actual hardships they have gone through. When I try to imagine what feelings they must've had throughout all these years of hiding is bad though. It's not just a case of not holding hands whne the camera's are off. It comes with being shamed, with feeling afraid, with feeling alone, with feeling wrong, with feeling you should let the other go because your just an obstacle to them, with feeling like maybe you should just leave, with feeling like you are letting everyone down... and that's just what I can imagine. We don't know the specific memories that haunt them. We know Tae has had mental health problems. To me it is not unimaginable that being closeted had a big part in that. I also think he always put the band before his own needs (wanting to resign for the members). I think the situation has been much more dire than any of us can guess. So when Tae chose an option (and we don't even know which other options there were) to maybe get some more freedom in at least one part of his life, I just think of him and his situation with a lot of empathy.

I suppose all the Taennie insanity from last week has bothered you. And maybe it made you feel as though we will never get rid of them. While I do think Taennie will have a bit of a long term effect, it's more in the sense of every now and then there will be an article refering to a rumored relationship. Taennies themselves will disapear sooner or later (as soon as Jennie is spotted with someone else basically). They are desparate, their ship meant nothing and is basically an empty vessel. Their is no real depth to it. I was kinda joking a while ago by saying I'll get a Jkk like essay in my inbox soon... but honeslty, Taennies aren't even able to leave an in depth essay.. because they have only bits of similar jewelry and edited pictures.

I have often said that Tae and Jk's relationship with Tkkr-fandom must be a complex one. It's a very onesided one, and I think we have to make amends with the fact that it's always going to be a one-sided one. That doesn't mean they don't appreciate us, but it does mean that they will probably never act out their appreciation.

#taekook #taennope #fandom shenanigans #i went on a rant while being sick #tae

[just-an-enby-lemon]

I think the reason I dislike Hamilton so much (besides the glorification of literal slave owners) is because at is core Hamilton is a musical about The American Dream.

I find everything about The American Dream (and yes I'll capitalize it) fascinating. Maybe because being from a developing country I grew up being groomed to maybe have a change at either imigrating and following The American Dream myself or getting close enough to it that my kids would finally be the ones to bring my family to the U.S (and I wasn't the only one) or because I have a cousin that lost it all trying to immigrate and was barred at the border for no real reason and is back here with no money and a bad job because he put all his cards on The American Dream. Or maybe because U.S media is deeply popular for south american kids and we wach more your movies and read your books than our owns. Either way I grew up with the idea that I was unlucky to be born here and if I had just being born in the US. Only to find out that this wasn't true. People on the US were just as unlucky.

And if it hurt me to discover that all the promisses and pressure I got were empty at least it was before I tried to emigrate and follow it. What about all the people who crossed the board and didn't make it? Yes there were succes stories, but still. And what about the kids who were born there? Who were raised to believe they lived in the best country in the wolrd and hard work always meant success only to realize that this isn't the case? Do they blame themselfs? Do they think they just didn't fight hard enough? Do they feel angry?

Lin Manuel Miranda's pro-imigration musical, his masterpiece, is about how the U.S was funded by great people and how it is the job of today american's to remember them and follow their legacy. Is that all the failings on the country aren't systemical problems. It's people forgetting. Forgetting the founding fathers were immigrants, forgetting how liberal and charitable and great they are.

Hamiltom says the American dream is there. That people just need to remember their roots and take it. In the wolrd of Hamilton the system isn't bad au contrary it is good and it was made by great people (yeah, sure) is just that the people defending the system now days are bad and don't understand the REAL system (and that's why the musical conveniently forgets that the founding fathers were slave owners). The final song in Hamilton, "Who lives, who dies, who tells your story", is hopefull. It acts as if remembering the founding fathers for their supposedly progressiviness (Jefferson being complimented for having a good economical system instead of rightfully called out for being an awfull person, the only mention of slavery being when Elisa says she fought against it and that Hamilton would have been proud - would he?) and following their legacy is all one needs to achieve the perfect country. And that's bullshit.

I may not be american but even if the founding fathers were this great people the musical is portraying (and they sure as hell weren't) that would have been bullshit. What makes or breaks a country is more than their legacy, is their systems, is how they were build.

My country has a legacy of real insurgencies being destroyed so moderate conservatives can give us them in lighter shades and pet their backs for how good they are, how much they care for the people they see as lesser. Our independecy was buyed and our republic was negotiated. And people fought before that. But the people who fought wanted to much. They wanted a republic, they wanted the end of slavery, they wanted to compensate the slaves and not the slave owners. So they were silenced. The only insuressionist that got a holiday is the one for the tamest of the failed insurections. The first time the people's will trully mattered was when we took out the dictartoship. Our new republic for all it's multiple failures is the closest to a real people's legacy. So maybe the mensage of Hamilton apply better to us. But if our only good legacy is too fight against the system than how would it work when in Hamilton the system IS the legacy?

I have no answers or solutions. I barerly know what this post is. I just was listening to "Everbody's Got the Right" from Asassins on Spotify and when it ended Spotify went automatically to "Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story" and listening them side by side gave me a terrible whiplash.

#hamilton #hamilton critical #anti hamilton #assassins musical #i said I had nothing agains LMM and that's a lie #he is constantly being racist to indegenous people #he and his dad have being investigated for corruption #he made a musical were a bunch of slave owners are actually great people #i hope he gets wrecked

[galakianexplosion]

Now Ether :3

Warning! It gets awfull :D

Asked by @george228732 and @loaflovesreblogs

This is Ether, a mute spider.

Ether started out as The god of Peace, Shiloh's "right hand woman". She was the closest person to him in Shiloh's "Council" (its so important in my lore) that started out as a peace making organisation for all the universes existing.

But one day... Shiloh got replaced by his brother Anwir. And everyone in the old council...doesnt exist anymore. All but Ether. Ether being quiet and small made herself forgotten and go "re" hired by Anwir as a "secretary"

She has to see horrors and is only there to try and wish on Anwir's downfall and for peace for Shiloh.

When Chaos got captured for the first time, she tried to help him escape by opening his cell but he got caught again

After long years of seeing horrors and of pain she could never talk about she ended up getting out, when the Council finally fell.

She now is jobless but has a girlfriend (Logica) and is on the road to happiness and recovery from all she saw

She was blessed, back in the day, with semi-imortality by Shiloh.

If theres any questions feel free to ask! ✨️

#kirby oc #kirby ocs #oc #ocs #kirby original character #kirby askblog #i will make more content for those girlies

[silver-wield]

Hello silver i hope you have a nice day.

I obviously entertain the idea of these leaks being accurate and all but this raises another question.IF they are true am i only the one who sees this as a huge death flag for Tifa or this timeline's Cloud ? I mean i obviously can't see any way Tifa dying in Aerith's place wouldn't damage beyond repair the narrative (whether someone like Tifa as a character or not).I don't see how this could work without derailing the rest of the story BUT it's Nomura we are talking about.I simply cannot trust this guy because he comes off as the exact type of the creator who would sacrifice a well thought,planned and linear story (yes even his beloved lifestream sequence) for shocking nonsense just because the former is "too predictable , linear and boring". Killing Aerith in 2024 won't shock anyone not even cleriths (the devs want to surprise new AND old players as they say) but killing Tifa would be have the same if not the double impact and shock the players felt with Aerith dying in the original. I obviously hate this idea as Tifa is my favorite character in the game but in this context and with these developers it seems more possible than it should ever be allowed to be. Like its so out of character of them to give such crowd-pleasing and heartwarming development to these characters mid-story (if it was in the 3rd game i wouldn't even discussing this) without having anything absolutely awfull happening to them afterwards.It just doesn't fit Nomura's style at all and ironically learning of this leak made me more anxious than happy.

P.S sorry for the long text

I'm sorry but I don't see how that's the conclusion you came to when Nomura literally said the plot of the remake project links up to AC.

Tifa's alive in AC.

There's not much else I can say about it besides that.

#final fantasy 7 remake #ff7r #ffviir #final fantasy 7r #final fantasy viir #tifa lockhart

[horizonspurple]

Hiii

I like your taste:) Lucifer and Sex Education🤭I really like both of them. What is your favourite series?

You and @lord-of-dice-and-kinks are so cute😌and since I know you're reading this @lord-of-dice-and-kinks I just want to say thank you for the good day wishes. I see your comments, but I'm so excited about texting Purple I tend to forget. And I hope you have good day!

I've been thinking about fetlife for a while but I guess it scares me a tiny bit.

Spanking actually fascinated me before I even knew what sex is. The point were I realized I'm into kink was during quarantine however, when read a lot of fanfiction out of boredom...and some of it can get pretty spicy. I saw that you've read ACOTAR, so I guess you know exactly what I'm talking about🤭

😌I'll stay on anon for a bit, but maybe you'll get an excited wave in your dms soon🤭

The cutest pokemon I cought recently is a Combee:) I'm having a lot of fun with the game, thank you for the idea😌

My question this time is, what is the favourite feature on you?

I hope you have a nice day:) My week keeps being not the best:(

-your sleepy anon

Welcome back sleepy!

Heyyy glad you like those tooo! Ugh picking favorites is always so harddd Sex Education is definitely up there, same with Lucifer, but I also really enjoyed The Originals, The Witcher and Alice in Borderland (can you tell I am awfull at making choices xD) I honestly can't pick between all of those, they're all so good and so different ☺ What's your favorite?

Hihi thank youuu, he'll definitely enjoy reading that! :) He's very much enjoying our little interactions Also ahww 🥺

Mhmm I get that! What scares you about it? Maybe I can reassure you or confirm the things that scare you so you can make a better educated choice about if it's for you or not (because really it's okay if fetlife is not for you, I doubted if it was a place for me at times as well)

Quarantine really did a lot of us dirty when it came to developing kinks and stuff xD (I also had a surge in discovering kinks during quarantine xD) Mhmm for sure! Do you have a favorite fanfic? Or favorite people to read fanfiction about? Only answer those if you feel comfortable

Haha I am reading ACOTAR but I'm still in the first book so no spoliers!! But I did land on booktok and my fyp is full of ACOTAR simps so I know whats waiting for me xD (can't wait 🤫) I'm also sending pics of all the spicy stuff to Daddy so he can see what I enjoy, you know for uhhh.. research purposes 🙈

That is completely okay, I'll gladly wave at you from here for now 👋🏻😊

Combee is so cuteee lucky you for getting them! And I'm so glad Pokemon go is helping you have some fun :)

My favorite feature on myself ooff, I'm always very bad of thinking of stuff like this hihi I would say personalitywise, I like how I have a big heart and care quickly, I like to see it as me having a lovefilled view of people and nature It does make me get hurt easily at times but that's okay, I now have people around me to help me with that Physically, I really like my eyes, they are a lighter shade of blue with a darkblue circle which I think looks pretty cool, and my body has an hourglass figure which I really like as well

What's your favorite feature about you?

Ahh that sucks a lot sweetie, I'll keep you in my thoughts and so really hope it gets better soon <3 My own day has been okayish, not too bad not really good either, but that's okay :) I really want to write but I'm struggling a bit to get started on a new story, the beginning is always the most difficult

#sleepy anon #anon #horizon posts

[brainworms-all-night-long]

I literaly never understood the need some people have to get angry about not being able to tell someone's gender by mere first look and glance.

"Nowdays I cant even tell if that is man or a woman, it's sickening" –my family, literally all the time someone doesn't fit their narrow perception of gender.

Even as kid with internalized homophobia I was always so confused by it, like why do you care so much? It's just a person on a sidewalk. You dont know them, you're not interacting with them, you don't need to want them dead because they don't look inherently masculine or feminine, you don't have to spent next half an hour ranting about how men these days are sissies and how goverment keeps showing the "lgbtqjagfjs" down your throat as a new form of population control, you don't. Need to. Care.

Or of you absolutely have to know because you're interacting with them or because you won't be able to sleep at night if you don't know their pronouns, just respectfully ask? Maybe? It's literaly not that big of deal. It is a big of a deal if you choose to be a dick about it for no reason and make it an awfull experience for everyone involved, and also unknowingly talk the most vile shit about your own children to their face.

–Sincerely, someone without a strong gender identity or perception, with a possible trans younger sibling and lukewarm biggoted parents.

#Now I actually never witnessed a case of someone outright harassing a present person about their looks #But by god is it often when my mam or dad are scrolling on insta and keep bitching about people just existing #by lukewarm I mean they actively conspire against the gays(TM) #my mom took my accident coming out kinda fine..? #she keeps trashtalking the lgbt+ and didnt mention my identity since #but were still vibing on ocassion so idk #lgbtqia #ranting for no reason

[makahimetenshi]

Fooling around together - Paladin Danse x Sole Survivor Fanfic

This is the 5 part of a series of fics im writing lately, the order will be:

May I use your shower?

Volver a tener algo

Addicted to Chems

This one: Fooling around together

Traumas at the Commonwealth

Being awake

Since im in a rampage writing with this new ship I want to make some announcements

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

  Danse didnt know how much of his life was actually…his life…

There was Haylen and Rhys since all the other members of his squad died under his command…theres also the registers on the brotherhood…but he cant access anymore since he was banished and there also was…

Nate.

But he didn’t have much record, a few months maybe.

Now and on he has Nate to count on him, of course the man wouldn’t only be a register of his existence but…he is a relieave proof of existence…

Maybe Nate can ask about the registers of his ADN on the brotherhood files but…

Danse sighted, he didn’t know how to ask that…

He didn’t know a lot of things. He was so unsure of everything…well Nate also was unsure, more paranoid than anything…

But now he had him, and Nate refused to let him go despite his true identity

-I love you beyond that-the man said to him in an ocation he was having a dark episode, is not like he didn’t care or take it on consideration but…-I love you Danse- love was stronger

A blush appeared on his face, and when it was time to came out his thoughts…

Ok it was 19hs and they were lucky to find an abandoned house with  the walls in almost acceptable state, the rest of the house of course had already been looted and scrapped but…having 4 walls to sleep was a start, at least to avoid the commonwealth animals around…it was getting dark and they needed a place to sleep for tonight, Nate learned the bad way to not  travel at night so when Danse said a few hours ago to start looking for a place to settle…he obey.

It didn’t pass much time since…they confessed, and expend together their first sleep, it wasn’t a big thing tho, just a few blowjobs and handjobs, this days weren’t nice and they didn’t find a nice spot to sleep or bath, at least he can think that’s the reason why they didn’t advance much…there was rush there was definetly rush but…Nate wanted to stop, and he was fine with it, but it makes him wonder what was happening since the vault man was the one who started…and seem more hungry of his body even but he always wanted to stop at some point…

Tonight…he sighted…well it was still an awfull place for that…maybe that was the reason? A special place and ocation? It was weird since they were both pretty adult man and that was…a really childish reason…a hygiene thing? Sure they didn’t bath but sometimes Danse think that Nate was going to devour him and then stops!

Grieve? He was a widower after all…maybe he is dealing with some feelings…

The house they were now setted…was weird…small, one of that classic wood American houses of less than 10m but two floors…beautifull garden and terrain but small house, as he saw in Santuary Hills Nate had one completely different, modern, he will say,  large with a low height but 4 rooms…this was weird because you enter, see the living room with the table and tv for family dinner,  a little kitchen to the side… a door out to the garden…a circular stair to go up and two bedrooms but…where the hell, where the hell where the bathrooms!? This was weird!

Not like he didn’t care about the poor choices an arquitec made building this house 200 years ago but this was weird, and a lot of houses around the commonwealth have the same problems, you see that wooden furniture full of decorations…so this people had money…but not a bathroom!

-Are you done with the checkings? –scream Danse to the upside floor, they went in the house and agree that there was no much time to keep wandering at open field to walk, so better just take this one to sleep and make a fire, but but but always was important to check out, you never know when theres a feral ghoul sleeping under the bed…maybe he was a normal person until a week ago an just transformed while cooking and out of nothing you get a bit on the neck trying to rip you off, so the procedure to find a place to sleep was…

1- Find a place

2-Check open spots on the rooft, find a place to put a bed

3- Look out for people, ghouls, or some animals

4- Loot if theres anything

5- Secure doors and open windows

6-Step out the power armors and park them in front of the door the room you are sleeping

7- ?????

Finding a place with a bathroom was secondary tho, there wasn’t much of that around so better not have hopes about it…

I mean they can poop in a bag and trow the bag away from a window at least, of course that wasn’t the best but is not like there was another option…

-Seems fine…theres a lot of furniture we can use to seal the windows, help me with the power armor- As soon he went up the stairs Nate was waiting for him with a wooden table flip to the side –help me to move, I preffer to not have sunlight than let a pack of flys get inside in the night –the ex-paladin nooded and help the new-paladin to place the table as a woodenboard –theres that drawer, crate,  organizer and bookshelds…none of this windows have glass so…-again, the ex-paladin noded like he was the soldier under the commander officer…but he was now so, better help…

Once the original order of the room has been complete changed in order to protect their asses, practically boarding the entire room booth looked at their work, Nate sighted.

-There are some matress here we can use? Or better unpack the sleepingbags?

-Nono…apparently two adult people lived here, no childen, theres one matress on each room, lets pick them, move them here and trow the beds into the stairs, I don’t thrust the entrance of this house, better have the way blocked.

-And how are you planning to get out the house in the morning? We cant just make our way out with the power armors its difficult to move and punch stuff, better not get stuck.

-Lets jump from the windows, we are not that high from regular ground, but imagine if some raiders have in the night the same idea as us, these roads at not so lonely as you may think, theres a lot of caravans also so better make this place…unusable for any one that isn’t us…after all this house doesn’t have a bathroom what the fuck

Danse giggled, he had his same idea, it was silly because it was an obvious thing to notice but…it melted his heart.

-Let me force the door, put a booksheld in the front, get up and then we are trowing the beds down and let them crash okay? –Nate nooded and Danse went down, as he see around  the little kitchen still have the refrigerator, so with the power armor strength he took out the steel door, use it as a block on the main door of the house, and then, just for security, picked up the entire refrigerator and trow it to the entrance, crealy blocking the way out…

Well there was open windows around the living room…but thing wasn’t to let people know they were setting up for the night so the less scandal they do the better, after all it was just a place to sleep…just 8 hours and out it cant be that difficult…he went up and meet his partner, then both went to the room and pick up the bed each one from one side, moved a bit to the stairs to position and…Danse kicked it down the stairs, obviously the crash against the bars and walls make the furniture break and collapse, making a mess difficult to clean up. Then the process was repited with a second bed, and now there was two broken wood beds in the middle of the stairs, blocking the way to the first floor of the house, if anyone wanted to surprise them it would surely have to explode the entire floor to make them come down.

That was unlicky to happen, possible yes but pretty crazy also…

Behind him, Nate went to pick up another booksheld with the hands of the power armorand kick it where it was the start of the stairs, moving it, still blocking the way, more even, surprising Danse at the harsh sounds of everything crashing and breaking.

The man was paranoid lately.

-Help me with a second one-said the man looking to anoooother booksheld not so far but…

-Don’t you think is enough with this? If we block out the only source of air we left we might intoxicate if a fire starts or something

-I mean its not like the room is hermetic but…you have a point, alright –then, Nate take out his headpiece, letting it rest over his hands –lets go to the room, im all sore from walking in this all day

The ex-paladin laughted, his partner never was a fan of using a  power armor, too much worry he said, it breaks so easy he said, it uses so many materials to repair he said…so winy.

He started wearing all the time after they left the brotherhood behind…well Nate didn’t say he did

Danse sighted  at thinking in that and went into the room, the procedure was as always, close the door, block it with drawer and then park the power armor in front of the furniture that blocked the way…Nate did that, apparently in a hurry to be normal again and not a steel doll, the man still have his fusion core on the hand…

-Want me to have it for a bit? –Danse offer his best help at seeing him so exhausted, but it was useless, since he came back from the institute he always looked this way.

-No, just came off yours so I can hide your fusion core too, park it in front of the matress, back to us like always.

The ex-paladin was actually happy of having this security procedures together, it went all one day that one caraban stole one of Nate power armors…the ones he collected at Santuary Hills…he always left them with the fusion core on until a woman name Carla stole one and refused to get out, the vault man didn’t want to kill her but he went sure to make a few holes on the armor with a  carabin…..

Still, not enough to scare her and have the armor back so…never a fusion core at anyones reach, too risky

He did as he was told, after all Nate was a paladin now and he was a…citizen of the commonwealth…not a paladin anymore…damn he broke his ass for that title…but Nate too, still he didn’t have to obey him for that but it was time to rest anyway, the day was long and difficult as most days wandering in the wastelands…

Danse sighted at coming out the power armor, and then feel the other man hugging his waist, placing his cheek over his arm, the ex-paladin place a hand over the one on his waist and smiled, Nate craved sometimes for the touch, he didn’t like being separated with the armors.

-Do you want to start a fire or better eat some cans?

-Lets eat cans, I need the aluminium and the weight off, the water ones specially…is 1lt of water so…its weight…-the ex-paladin nodded and went to pick up their stuff, getting a can of purified water and some 200 years old pasta they found somewhere…radioactive? Hell yeah, it does matter? Well not exactly now for him as he was a synth…and Nate said something weird of not being affected by rads in the food after leveling up or something he didn’t pay too much attention.

Was he now or maybe always not affected by radiation? Was his human synthetized body affected or not? He was a bio-robot, clearly bio, Nate explained him the process how a synth is created in the institute and they managed to create life…soulless life, bodys without purpose until they put synth components to give them a personality, a memory bank, a processor…his mind wouldn’t be affected never by the radiation but his body…maybe yes…but what was the limitations of a super human robot? Maybe they were designed to not be injured by radiation, after all they were designed super human robots, why not delete all flaws? If they were trying to continue human species like before the war…

Stop.

Don’t keep thinking on it.

His brain repeated, for the third time in the day.

Sometimes he looses on the confusion of now being a synth but all life before being human…his sane mental state some times appeared to take him out the thinking depressive things hole, he was gratefull that still being walking on this difficult new path he was sane and conscious of how things were developing.

And Nate was right there to help him too.

They didn’t have forks or spoons to eat, they mostly put the can in their mouths and pray for the food to decide to come down onto their throats, then clean with a tissue, poor? Yes, the only option they had now? Also yes? Confortable? Well definetly not but…Nate say they were still together like this, that it wasn’t going to be much different for him to be all alone in Post Bravo…

The new paladin sat over the matress and went to open the pasta cans, Danse was so unsure of so many things lately…does he need to eat? He preffered to give Nate the food if he really was a robot but he remember feeling hungry or fainting from starvation before…those were really vivid memories…

-You seem in pain –said Danse sitting next to him, the man looked uncomfortable, the way his back was arched didn’t look right.

-You know im not fond of 24/7 power armor as you, it wasn’t a good idea to travel with one…I don’t wanna leave it behind but I don’t wanna use it either…-it was funny how there wasn’t a real currency and still Nate managed to be miserly about resources –I could hide my face some other way…

-I preffer your safety, is important to use it

-I been picked up and trow to a wall more times than my hand fingers can count without a power armor –said giving Danse one of the cans, the man picked it and moved the cold pasta a bit with his finger to make it loose

-I still preffer you with one on

-Im eating, make a pee and go to sleep, tonight is cold and im tired, we walked a lot

-Want me to take a guard?

-No, lets sleep together, I need your warm –Danse cheeks burned, it wasn’t like a code or anything but lately that phrase ended up with them getting all horny whenever they are sleeping, it was true they sleep more confortable in each other arms but it was also true that most of the situations ended up with them making up.

Alright then, this would be the night maybe?

Danse place the can over his lips and open his mouth, waiting for the pasta to go down to think in something else.

Situation wasn’t perfect, hell yeah it was shitty, they been in this exact same position before so it wasn’t new but there wasn’t any hope of a hot shower for Danse anymore now, there wasn’t a clear future for him, it disappoint Nate so much that the only thing he can offer the man was this…poor living conditions…better this than let him sacrifice for the Brotherhood ideals but still…he save him and force him into a crusade to run around the Commonwealth and avoid his responsabilities…this was the best he can offer right now…

Of course, he can come back to Sanctuary, Codsworth was always waiting for him but…one day he saw a small camp with a perfect view to the vault 111 in the forest with one small symbol drawed very similar to the ones the Railroad uses…that realization make his spine shiver, he would never feel safe at home again, someone is always watching, no matter on which side.

The thought made his body tremble, and as fast Danse noticed this, he put an arm around his shoulders.

Nate thought that Danse did it because it was cold, but the ex-paladin knew that Nate has demons just like him inside his mind, all the time…

There was noise, a lot of dark and ugly noise around them and it was their duty to mutually take care of each other and disperse the noise away from their minds.

He often find the man zooning out, trembling, falling, sighting or wanting to suppress a unexpected cry.

And just like Nate did it with him, he would watch over him too.

Danse finished his can of pasta, trow it to the next wall and then place his head over Nates shoulder, placing a hand over his knee while the man eat.

The man became a mistery after coming back from the institute…well both have flipping life changing experiences after all…like seeing the world burn wasn’t enough for Nate…

After Nate finished eating and drinking for the night, the miserly man pick up the cans and let them next to his things, preparing to go to sleep.

-Do you realize we need to find a station to fix your power armor right? Im not going to carry your trash until we find that –Danse was already laying on the matress, looking at his boyfriend peing against a hole in the wall, goddamit the new paladin find it hilarious to do that silly stuff and Danse didn’t get it, I mean it was practicall since the liquid and the smell wouldn’t stay with them but he did this in everyplace they sleep.

-Im not planning to, when did I ever gave you my trash?

-Im still carrying your fat-man

-Oh no im not hearing this, you are carring it because when I tried to get rid of it you said “nonono you cant go around dropping valuable things like that” like a angry dad, even if theres fat-man all around the corners…

-Well i…

-If it bothers you so much I should scrap it…

-Don’t even think on that

There was a brief silence, then a buckle from Nate, and then one from Danse, both laughted.

Nate tucked his dong after using a tissue, but didn’t actually fix his pants, when he turn around Danse saw him and blushed a bit, yeah, he suspected well…The man slowly made his way to sit next to him in the second matress and hold his cheek, looking directly at his eyes.

-Are you alright? –this was a way Nate had to ask him if it was okay to…advance…if he was unconfortable, too tired, too cold, sick, hurt or emotional he preffered to wait for the next day, but yeah, today he was fine, a bit tired just like him but…as fine you can be in the wastelands…

-Im okay –Danse hands went to the sides of Nates hips, making the man tremble a bit at the touch, but as soon he did that the new paladin lift his leg to sat over his stomach.

The positive thing about being on top of Danse was the view…Danse was actually a bit skinny but in comparision he was huge in size and Nate was so in love with that...both hands went to his cheeks, caressing the tick hairs of his black beard…gosh it was so masculine and handsome…

-I look at you and I cannot think on another thing more than telling you how much I love you…-the ex-paladin laughted a bit, enyoing the sensation of his fingers in his jaw, moving his fingers in circles over his hips

-You sure you are not just lusting?

-I think I have reasons to say that I love you deeply –Nate gave him a playfull smile at it, getting more closer to his face, and then out of nothing Danse hand moved to his crotch, pressing over the pants and the underwear,  surprising Nate but taking a soft moan out.

-I have my reasons too –Nate laughted and his torso went down, laying on top of Danse chest, his mouth looked for his and  he was well received with a deep and warm kiss, moving his head to the side to make them space confortable.

Yeah, this was right, this was definetly the thing he looked all over the day, if they could just disappear and be this close together without having to worry about surviving…

Danse hummed on his mouth and that surprised the other man, apparently he was having a blast with just a kiss, his hands moved to his wast, securing his grip at hugging him tightly, Nate moved his head a bit and the ex-paladin went desesperate to eat his mouth, they were not getting separed for  oxigen until someones head gets red and both separate laughting from the intensity

Nates hands went down, moving all around his chest, pressing firmly with the tip of his fingers all it was avalible to touch, he loved how the man feel so firm and hard anywhere, the thing that really make him have doubts in the first place was how handsome and perfect he was and…he was having it, it was his, after wishing it for so long…

Nate went off the kiss because he was smiling, took some air and then went back to eat the ex paladin mouth in a tongue kiss, hands getting brave to get under his shirt and feel the warm of his skin, not to mention the beautifull sensation of the hair of his torso and arms…

Danse felt hot, really hot, Nate always rushed, had a level of intensity hard to keep, same as fightings, the man jumped directly in the face of danger and in bed he jumped directly to what he most desired…He loved that hands, hands that didn’t despise him for what it was, he could believe that as a synth he had no right to be loved or desired but it wasn’t like that, the other man was so fonded with him that he couldn’t care less about it, having that deep conection really make the ex paladin head fly…yeah…he liked this…he whished for this moments with him…a moan died between  their tongues and he could feel how Nate went more exited from it, the man moved to sit more confortable over his hips and have a better pose, moving his hands to the side of Danse body, firmly grabbing and getting delighted with his abs, again, making the ex paladin moan, it tickle but also feel good.

Danse hands moved down again, placing over Nates pants in his clothed ass gripping with a bit of strenght, the man on top of him shiver at the touch, but as he bite his tongue and rob a moan he didn’t pay much attention to the rest…the feeling of Nates fingers tangling over the hairs on his chest make him snap a bit and pay attention to the sensations over his body, above being hotheaded, he was hard, very hard, his buldge was against Nates leg where he was sitted and take a moment to check over the situation, looking down, confusing the vault man who was enjoing the kiss at being separated like it…

Well look at that…an unconscious reflex made him buckle his hips, making the man on top move a bit, a groan came from the back of his throat at how good it felt, calling Nate attention, who stood up just to look too…Danse hands secure his grip onto his hips and set a peace where he would buckle slowly and soft into him and would move him a bit, trying to be circular but of course it wasn’t perfect, he close his eyes, goddamn it felt good, the rubbing with his crotch and his body was amazing but…

-Danse –Nate called for him, Danse was in a trance that took a few more attempts of him calling his attention before he could snap-Danse! –he sluddenly open his eyes…why wasn’t Nate moving? His hands went down, wasn’t he enjoying it as much as him?

-Are you alright? –said the ex paladin, it was true, the man didn’t make any move but he also wasn’t playing much attention. Nate seemed a bit…conflicted…not confortable…

-Sorry theres something I want to tell you –the ex paladin went up on his elbows, looking at his face, Nate went to cup his cheeks with a hand and place the other over his hot neck, liking how thick it was under his fingers.

This was it, this was the moment where they stopped but he never ask to…talk before…it was good it was good it was an advance…

-Yes?

-Sorry i…-the man sighted for a moment, taking a breath before looking down again- I been thinking a lot this days…and I really try to be open and give it a chance…to like it…-one of his hands grabbed Danse to put it over his crotch, sure he had an erection, he was hot but…all rubbery…not hard hard…it was very different from him, that sadded Danse for a moment but he was willing to hear his concerns…-I do not feel comfortable receiving…this…-he said as he pushed his ass against Danse buldge- doesn’t feel right for me…

Wow…

Danse sighted in surprise…ok he could deal with this is it was nothing…

-Its okay, do not feel bad for it –while this is clearly a turn off because of how much he was enjoing it he can understand the man worries…

-I do, because I want you…but I know I don’t like this…-said again, jumping a bit over the ex paladin erection still on his underwear, he was doing it on purpose- sorry I been trying for days to try to feel confortable with the idea but I cant…

-We can do another stuff…-this hit hard because lately he was thinking what was his real sexual experience…he cant make differences between the memorys implanted by the Institute and the ones he at least lived the last months so…

-You don’t get it –the vault man went down, facing him, lips against each other, talking with his warm breath against his skin while looking directly at his eyes –I want you…

-Oh…-Danse hands moved up, to catch his shoulders and secure him there, it was a nice pose, he liked how his eyes melted over his…

God this was hot, so hot, body was burning in desire right now even if the goddamn conversation was just about not doing it…His head moved to the side and sighted frustrated but then, out of nothing, Nate went to his ear and left a little wet kiss before whispering with his hot breath..

-Don’t worry ill just have to find the best way to fuck you –hearing that last one make the ex paladin slurp saliva hard, frozen…but not frozen…completely still on his place but burning like crazy, a wave of heat danced from his toes to forehead at hearing that. God having pants on now was killing him, he didn’t want to make the other man uncomfortable but…

-I think we are kinda familiar with anal sex at his age…

Silence…

Nate went back and had to use his hand to cup his mouth, snorking hard from the nose, Danse see the little wet drops from his nose as he tried to not burst in tears of laught, seeing him like that make the man also laught silly, it wasn’t actually that funny….but it was enough to trigger the silliness in Nates mind, and that always make Danse laught with him…

A few hands fly all around, playing with each other, laughting loud at the bad joke, Danse hands went to his stomach to pinch and play a bit making tickles and Nate went to defend himself from the little attacks, hugging the big man and moving around the matress.

Joy, this moments with him bring Danse joy…he could feel the man smile against his arm and shoulder and it make him feel his chest full of a very nice sensation.

A few moments later they relaxed a bit, Nate hugged him by the waist and make a hand find a way under his pants, finding so amazing how warm the skin of that zone was…

-I can help you for tonight…

-You don’t want anything? –Nate denied with his head, his fingers went more brave and down at meeting with his pubes, playing with the thick dark hairs at their encounter

-When I say im tired from the day I mean it…and I finally let this off my chest…I been forcing myself to try to like it so this is a relief

A bit disappointing? Yes but they weren’t in a rush or anything, and it could get better, he trusted the other man…habilities…

Danse kissed his forehead.

-You sure? –while he also desired the other man, to touch and kiss and bite and get off all the goddamn clothes off him…it was okay for this night, he admitted this wasn’t the best place and the conditions weren’t favorable –Okay…

Fingers went down down, getting lost between his dark hairs, making Danse shiver at expectation.

Nate moved to be between his legs, locking their eyes together and just make the most sexy smile he had ever seen, Danse feeled like he was going to be eat…and expected it harsh

-Stay with me for the rest of the night okay? I want your warm…-wait didn’t he say before that he needed the warm? the way that words left his mouth make his cock twitch, and the next thing Danse see before being obliged to close his eyes is the other man pulling his pants down to devour him entirely.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14236049/1/Fooling-around-together

#paladin danse #paladin danse x sole survivor #fallout 4 #makahimefanfic

[kikioffe-prime]

I'm in a mood to write sooo here is s2 au shit thing idk I have too many idea in my brain rot of a brain andYeas c! Dream will suffer

He rested on his bed slowly drifting away. This day was a pretty long one compare to most days. He was mining with Tubbo. The Ram is pretty talkative.Dream likes him a lot. They brought a lot of iron and gold, some diamonds and emeralds found theyr way too but not much for a set or three for them all.

He was resting. Letting his body deep into a state of unawarness. Then he found himself in void. Before him was someone. Someone Dream never saw before. They looked like a ghost from theyr lack of color. They looked awfull. The amount of scars on theyr body was awfull. But it wasn't whether got his attention. No. It was the eyes. The exact same he had. Shinning brightly through the mess of long hair. They looked defeated. Weak.

"Hello there, new me "

The voice was the exact same as his, but a bit more echoi. 'New me' . It made Dream confused. So confused

"... You don't get it do you? You will understand in no time.... No matter what you do, do NOT use the revive book it ma-

They were cut short. Dream was dragged deeper down. He felt hitting the ground. He was laying on obsidian. On flating obsidian. He got up looked down to see a place be bombed. People be murdered. Withers kill anything that had life in it. People fight, scream, cry. He watched. He couldn't get up. He could only watch. He couldn't do anything else. He turned his head around he saw a man in a green hoodie stand further away from him. He had a white mask with a smiley face on it. Dream wanted to leave. He wanted to leave so bad. He couldn't bring himself to listen to death. Death scared him, it scared him alot. Then he felt get ripped apart.

He shot awake with sweat and tears rolling down his face. Tommy run into the room holding a fire aspect enchanted sword. He looked around just to see Dream hyper ventilating , deep in panick.

Tommy put the sword into his inventory, slowly made his way to Dream. The man was holding his head, knees to his chest and eyes completely shut. Tommy took Dream hands. He was shacking. It must have been a very terrible nightmare.

"hey Dream .. It's okey you are safe. You had a nightmare okey? It was just a nightmare. I'm still here, Tubbo is still here too. Just breath okey? Slowly breath in and out. "

Dream listened, slowly calming down. He felt exhausted. He wanted to forget what he saw. It felt real, too real. Tommy was reassuring him that he was okey. That he was home.

"What.... What time is it? I must have woken you up... "

"Ehh I was actually working on a new potion recipe when I heard you scream. I thought you were in deathly danger that's why I grabbed the sword.Annnd it's 2 am.You might wanna try to go back to sleep. I can stay here if you need it. "

"... "

"What's up with that face? Come on, you want me to stay but you don't want to look weak? You aren't weak. You are tired, you are just tired.Thats means I'm staying here until you fall alseep"

"I don't think.... That i-

"Then I will try to find a way to get you to sleep"

Tommy stayed. It didn't take long for hi. To fall asleep though. Dream couldn't sleep. He had hi seyes closed, he was laying down. He was breathing properly but he just couldn't let himself rest. Even for a moment. He layed there for hours until the morning sun came up. He was tired. So tired.

It repeated for weeks. Similar layout. The "old himself" warning him of things he shouldn't do. "Do not trust Puffy, it isn't her" "be weary of AwSamDude" "Don't play with death" and so on, later was him being shown the same man doing everything to hurt everyone. Always a tragedy shown to be caused by the man.

One night was different. It was one of the last ones. The man was in prison. Dream thought it ment a happy ending. That it was the end. He was standing before him. He looked sad. Dream couldn't feel pity for him in the slightest.

Behind him was a wall of lava. It began to lower itself. In the distance he saw two people. One of them he presuems is the 'AwSamDude' but the other he doesn't recognize.The second man was very professionaly dressed, as if he was going on a business meeting or worked for the mafia. He had a big scar going from his mouth all over his left eye. The man scared Dream. He didn't know why, but nothing good was coming. He stood on a platform that began to move. He was holding a briefcase.

Dream's fear of him was very much justified. The only could watch as he tor apart the man Dream swore to hate. Once it was over he could only watch the mangle mess that he was turned into. He was breathing. Somehow he was still alive.

He shot awake. It was horrifing. What he saw was wrong, So wrong. The rest of the final nights were filled with slow decay of the man. From someone Dream feared to someone he began to feel pity for. He shouldn't. He know he shouldn't.

The final night was only him and the old himself. Over time the ghost of the other was fading. This time. Nothing was going to interfere. He saw what happened. He saw as him and someone who looked just like Tommy finnaly found a way out. He saw how the nuke hit. He saw the obsidian be turned to dust.

"It's the end. Sorry for the trouble. You had to know. I had no other choice. Hey.... Thank you for lasting. Thank you for listening. Take rest now"

There was a long pouse before the other continued

"Check your inventory"

He woke up as the sun was going up. He slept. He actually slept. The sky was blue. He heard a knock to the door. It slowly opened. It was Tubbo.

"Hi bossman.I made some food....Oh you just woke up? Did you rest well? The last weeks you looked like a zombie. "

"Yea, I did. I think. What did you make? "

"Oh some rabbit stew. Get up its slowly getting cold"

"I'm coming, just give me a minute. "

Tubbo left. Dream was now sitting holding his head. "Check your inventory" was repeating in his head. So he checked it. There was something new. A book. The revive book. It made him sick. He was being something he shouldn't use. He shouldn't know the knowledge in it. He was told that there are only 2 ways of keeping the book from anyone else. Memorize it Or keep it in a enderchest. If he was silent.If He just didn't tell anyone. He could memorize it and keep everyone safe. That thing was cursed. It was a curse.

He was silent about it. Never telling anyone. He could finnaly rest. He was sleeping more but he still was using the night as a way to leant without anyone watching. He was hundred percent sure that he wasn't seen. That no one knew. And once he was able to write it down anywhere. He burned the book in a lava pool. Never to be read again. Never to be known. He was going to take this knowledge to his grave it mental keep the server safe.

He was so sure no one knew. That no one saw it.Yet he didnt suspect Tommy.He didnt suspect the blonde.

#c! tommy #c!dream #c!tuboo #c! diskduo #c!awesamdude #dsmp season 2 #dsmp #dreamsmp

[caruliaa]

aaggghhhhhh okay it is later than i intended to go to sleep LMFAO but ykw better late than never agsvxhzhzhzb sooo anyway befoee i say beddy bye i wanted to first say holy shittttt i love talking to you today sooo very much dear like sharing thoughts and stories together and getting to j hear u speak and evrything you had to say and getting to hear your voice and your laugh like ahgggggghhhhhhh its jsut so so so wonderful to get to experience everytime and then i trullyyyy enjoyed watching thee tgp with you it was sososoooo fun !!!!!!! like yeah just in general having you in my life as my friend is sooo amazing because you are so understanding and supprtive and thoughtful of a friend and then also j knowing u is wonderful cuz ur such a good incredible person strawb like!!!!!!! yeah i j hope to b a good friend to you too and for u to know im always always here for u!! i love you smmmmmmm💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕💕🫶🏻💕💕💕💕(hugs u like in the ponyo hug! if u wannt!! 💕💕💕💕)

YA I MEAN it cannot be as bad as my awful awful awfull 2am bedtime last night istg i need to. fuckingg stop that !!! omfgg -__- but i rly hope u did get lots of good sleep and rest beloved despite the late bedtime belvoed even if i kinda didnt FHDFHD and ough omg youre osos sweet belovedd i hope you know that i had soso much fun calling to like it rly rly was soso nice to talk with you and hear your thought and abt your life and your voice and your laugh and just like getting to chat with you and watch tgp together and spend time with you really really was just soso wonderful and such a lovely thing to do together i tihnk and j to get to spend time with you always just brings me so so much joy and happiness and light into my life and im rly soso gratful for it and for you like you really are just such such a wonderful person to know and have in my life and being me soso much comfort and warmth every single day and are just such an amazing wonderful friend who is soso thoughtful and understanding of me and just makes me feel soso loved and cared for and safe with you and that really does just mean the world to me and you mean the world to me and i hope you know that im so so glad that i can be the same to you in any way my dearest i really really am becuase you really do deserve it soso much and just becuase you really really are just such an amazing incredible person and just soso special and dear to me and i just really do just love you soso very much my dearest i rly rly so :'> *hugs you back like ponyo too so much* !!! ;; 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

#IM SO SO SORRY FOR ANSWERING THIS LATE BELVOED also rly sorry bc like. its rly rly late and i rly shld have been asleep earleir i have to #get to bed now so i cant rly answer ur other asks or send u any im so sorry :(( ill try to answer them tmrw tho i promise !! #and ya i love you so so muchh ;; mwah mwah mwah !! ;; #flappy rambles #asks #lucy ! #fave

[streets-in-paradise]

Got into an argument with my roommate over Dastan lol. She said he was the white savior and I was racist

Damn! I'm so sorry to hear that, anon :(

I stand in what i have told you yesterday. A movie can have problematic elements and that doesn't make you as a person racist.

If your roomate found elements that she considered problematic in Prince of Persia, that is ok. What is not ok is calling you racist about it.

People have the ríght to speak about the flaws they find on the movie or the character of Dastan, what they can't do is making personal claims about your persona based on that.

Now on the particular topic of your argument with your roomate

Let's go back to history of cinema. I can tell you about one of the most blatant cases of the " white savior" trope:

Tom Cruise in " The Last Samurai". I bring it cause it's obvious and people have already talk about it. This case is the poster example of the trope. Although i don't remember much about the movie, it did caused controversy.

However, that's not where i want to go with this. Do you know who else, if you stretch it far enough, could also be accused of being a " white savior"? Rick O' Connel from The Mummy, one of the most AWESOME heroes that the fantasy-adventure genre ever created.

Can a character have attributes that can be, in certain contexts, problematic, and still be awesome? OF FUCKING COURSE!

If your roomate thinks Dastan is problematic, she can keep believing that. However, that doesn't make him any less of an awesome fantasy heroe. And, what it is more important, she can't speak of you as if your media consumption determinates who you are.

I promise you, it doesn't. That is some marketing bullshit online activism unfortunately fell for. Capitalism has to keep selling in an era where everyone acts like proud anti-marketings. Companies ( in this case , entertainment companies) found a way to catch the people that claim themselves against them.

As i told you before, you can't buy morals and ethics. Enjoy your media without worrying for keeping it pure. Mainstream media would never be %100 clean. I'm absolutely sure that your roomate also consumes stuff that is problematic in some extent. I bet that if she was in your place and someone would find a questionable element on something she likes, she wouldn't like to be called awfull things on wrong assumptions about herself over it.

Entertainment is not about being progressive saints. You don't need to prove yourself to anyone based in the movies you like to watch.

As a treat to comfort you about how mean she has been to you, have a Dastan pic to cheer your day

#asks #messages #prince of persia #prince dastan #jake gylenhall #prince of persia sands of time #tw: racism #media consumption #media purity culture #media literacy #watch and let watch #to the people who acts like anon's roomate #all mainstream media is problematic to some extent #stop acting like your favs aren't while you bash other people's favs #just saying #you will not contribute to social justice being a bully

[mindlesssaint]

4:18 am

Night overthinking;

Being trans-nonbinary is one of the hardest things I have to deal with (including mental disease or pers. discorder).

Everytime I look to the mirror or down on my body I feel awfull. My dysphoria is stronger than ever these days and I just dont know what to do. How to feel. I dont even know what I want. But it just feels so wrong. And there is no real goal to stuck with...

Good night my kittens 🥀

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