#others because of insufficient sadness

[drdemonprince]

Where I grew up in Ohio, the women had to raise the kids, maintain the house, work overnight shifts at the hospital or the grocery store, clean out the gutters, and keep all the animals fed. They drank beer and watched football and never talked about their emotions all that much. They smoked out back behind their workplace, shot the shit with their co-workers, told their children to toughen up, and held a hard, complicated life together as practically as they could. They were the rocks of their families and their communities, both nurturing and no-nonsense, with little taste for sensitivity, frivolity, or extravagance.  I was none of those things. As a child I was physically inept and passive, too terrified of other people and slow in my reaction times to play sports or fix things. Absolutely anything could make me cry, from a sad passage in a fantasy book to a broken refrigerator lightbulb. I pranced around the home on my tippy toes and waggled my arms in a flighty, fanciful way, and dreamed of becoming a fairy or elf. I was silly and too soft and downright effeminate, and though I’d been viewed as a “girl” since the moment I was born, none of these traits were particularly desirable or considered all that gender-conforming.  Most people talk about “female socialization” as a kind of enforced femininity that’s imposed on anybody assigned female at birth. But I wasn’t a masculine girl who was punished for being insufficiently girlish. I was a feminine child who was made an outsider because of my foppish, impractical femininity. I wasn’t strong enough, tough enough, or masculine enough to be the ideal, low-maintenance kind of woman that my culture had prescribed.  My upbringing was therefore far closer to what many gender non-conforming boys undergo than it was the stereotypical experience of the “female socialized.” And from speaking to other gay trans men and femme lesbian people, I’ve learned that my case is hardly unique. “Female socialization,” to the extent that it exists, is hardly a monolith. Femininity is not expected of every girl. 

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[etherealkissed88]

I don't know if you've already made a post about this, but I wanted to ask: How can I be more positive about the protests, not being a privileged person? I'm not the prettiest, I'm not the smartest, I'm not rich (in fact I want to manifest better conditions), I feel mentally exhausted. I'm kind of just desperate to manifest a better life for myself and my family, but I feel so negative about it. I feel like I'm just going to become another one of the statistics about poor people; Sometimes I question the results of certain people, because I actually don't know if they are already privileged in a certain way, whether it's because she's pretty, smart or has money. Some people who talk about staying positive, manifest, selfcare, are privileged people, not rich people, but people with excellent financial and psychological conditions; I'm sad, because I really don't have money for self-care or therapy, I feel guilty, sad and insufficient because I don't have enough money:(

do not pretend these circumstances arent there. realize that you are self that chooses what to accept as true. yes, you have a choice. what you should do is become indifferent to what you experience. yes it is in the 3d but “it doesnt affect who i am and what version of myself i choose to be.”

i think the reason why u may be getting a mental burn out is because you are trying to persuade or force yourself to believe that what your human self is experiencing in the 3d, is not there. again - indifference. another important concept is the nuetral 3d. it never has original meaning. we give it meaning.

i know how you feel about being tired of life - and from my experience, i was so tired of living a life i didnt like that it motivated me to actually apply the law and use my power to get what i want. the law is always working for you so you are always in control, and when you live this “negative” life, it is you - the operant power, allowing yourself to stick in this “negative” life. you are choosing to be this version of you who lives like this. you are being the one who is living that.

know that it is not - the 3d shows me something -> then i become a version of me / i embody a version of me which matches the 3d. it will always be, i am a version of me -> the 3d follows that bc i am the 3d. signs follow, they do not precede.

you cannot let what you see influence who you become. bc who you become is why you are seeing what you see. who you are being is why you see what you see through that perspective, thro that state.

a lot of ppl have manifested great things and complete transformations without being privileged at first. stop focusing on other success stories and make yourself the success story. success story = changing self!

for the feelings of guilt and sadness, allow yourself to feel that bc emotions are human nature. what you shouldnt do is feel like those emotions are ruining anything, or try to suppress these emotions, or make imaginary and “negative” stories out of those emotions. they are always neutral!

when you are experiencing bad things, so what you need to do to make ends meet in the 3d such as getting a job to get that money you want. whatever you do shouldnt intertwine with the rich version of you that you are being. you can do whatever you want in the 3d while being/knowing you have what you want already. but you do not self-sabotage your human self because you think that doing stuff in the 3d will “ruin your manifestation”. example: you are broke in real life so you get a job while being the version of self who is already rich. it doesnt matter what you experience in the 3d bc all that matters is who self is being. if you didnt take that job but you are struggling financially, there is still the human self to take care of (you need money for food, shelter, etc) so again, nothing you do in the 3d matters as long as you are changing self.

to wrap up: it doesnt matter what you see in the 3d. clearly you claim: you arent the prettiest or smartest or richest. thats the issue. you are accepting those versions of you. you are being those versions of you.

& “how to be more positive?” : decide you are positive and happy. i can recommend visualizing yourself living the life you want and eventually you will fulfill yourself and be this new version of you.

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- cutie jani

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[lifeandlies-of-regulusblack]

Some and now none of you —

Thinking about Regulus who goes through that younger sibling phase, you know, like, when they become a sponge? When they literally absorb everything through sheer osmosis, of whatever it is their older siblings do? Musical preferences, clothing choices, ticks, expressions, thoughts, philosophy, etc.

And i think, because he and Sirius grew up the way they did, and where they did, Regulus may have put Sirius on a pedestal (I think they both put each other on a pedestal. Like Sirius was always "supposed to be" the braver one and Regulus was always "supposed to be" the kinder one. They saw their own perceived weaknesses as strengths manifested in the other.) And like a little kid — both as a younger sibling and a child whose main source of affection is from his brother — Regulus' identity comes into being through Sirius.

And Sirius? Being treated like the parasite of his mother's ambitions, by his mother, whilst simultaneously groomed to take her place — he finds that Regulus is the first thing, first person that he was told was his. It's a heady thing, as he struggles to grapple with the combination of lingering insufficiency and the ego (as well as entitlement) that comes with being told you're meant to own the world. Regulus is fully his and not a half-debt to a parent.

He soaks up the admiration the same way Regulus absorbs bits and pieces of Sirius' identity to find his own.

At one point, they're swapping traits and ticks. Tricks and picks.

Clothes and bedrooms are shared. Spaces are occupied together.

And, well. It's so very sad to think about the dissonance when they start losing each other. Because it starts to feel like they're losing themselves. It's a bit more complicated for Sirius because to him, he saw it as giving pieces of himself to a kid, even though it's not true, or a rational description of two siblings simply sharing interests. To him, it's not.

Regulus has a haaaaaard time readjusting every time he and Sirius drift farther apart. He's torn. He grew up having identified with so much of his brother's existence and now has to find what it means when he no longer can't. How does he find himself, when he's lost so much of it?

And for Sirius I can imagine how he feels like he's walking with patches of himself missing. It feels like both brothers stole from each other.

Now Regulus is walking down the halls, wearing his scarves exactly like his brother does. And Sirius ends up not wanting to touch scarves for a long while, because he's used to putting one on Regulus first and then himself.

*wow, i can't seem to stop writing about the black brothers. here, have some more.

#regulus black #the black brothers #sirius black #marauders era #regulus headcanon #sirius headcanon #sirius and regulus #black brothers #hp marauders #marauders fanfiction #padfoot #dead gay wizards #my writing

[chaosnojutsu]

Who *Should* Have Died From The Konoha ~12 Instead Of The One Who Did

rules:

we’re assuming they die under the same circumstances as the other guy

each one listed would have a complete storyline and their death would further the immediate plot as well as the overall narrative

i’m not “just picking characters i don’t like”

i do not condone killing characters for the sake of shock value but am considering shock as a legitimate tool in generating impact of a character’s death

miss me with “[redacted]’s death was a tragic result of the shinobi system” because no it was not. if that were true you could sub out [redacted] for any other child soldier and get the exact same impact. we know exactly why they were chosen and it’s got an (insufficient) explanation irl and in-universe.

#3. Sai

Motivation: Friendship

First of all, imagine the shock value from killing one of THE Team Kakashi members.

Cool. Now imagine Naruto’s shock at Sai sacrificing himself for him.

Sai overanalyzes normal human interaction to the point of not understanding it. He reads books about how to befriend people. He still doesn’t understand it all the time but friendship is coming more naturally to him these days. What he does understand is that Naruto is the only chance of winning this war, and he’s down, and the enemy is aiming for him, and Hinata is trying to stop them but she’s on the ground, the spears are in the air and so is Sai, and Naruto is his friend.

He doesn’t need to think about it much deeper than that.

Now imagine Sasuke “What Does ‘Friend’ Mean To You” Uchiha witnessing this, witnessing Naruto’s reaction, and the further effects this may have on his character. After all, Sai was his replacement. If Naruto feels this strongly about losing someone who was decidedly not him but his friend and teammate nevertheless then… maybe.

#2. Rock Lee

Motivation: Youth

Regardless of *how* this one plays out, no one wants to watch the determined, precious, comedic relief die; no one who’s watched this far into the show wants Rock Lee specifically to die. Huge impact already. But we can make it super duper sad because he deserves a memorable death. I see it going one of two ways.

One: Hinata doesn’t even have the time to try to shield Naruto because Rock Lee is faster. Ten-Tails barely launches the attack and Lee’s already taken/attempted to counter the hit. Perhaps this is his eight gates moment. Similar to Sai, Rock Lee would cite the power of friendship in his dramatic death speech, but he also was just… doing his duty. Truly, if you’re in the “Neji was just another tragic child soldier” camp, Rock Lee is the prime example of what I mean when I say you could sub in any child soldier, which I know sounds paradoxical but stay with me. Rock Lee’s entire personality is training harder than anyone else to benefit a system that will ultimately result in his death. If you want to make a point about child soldiers and needless lives lost, Rock Lee is the one to kill.

Two: Rock Lee doesn’t shield Hinata. He shields Neji. But not necessarily on purpose. The scene plays out exactly as written up to the moment Neji activates his byakugan, and the next frame isn’t him falling to the ground, it’s Rock Lee. The usually-somewhat-reserved Neji is devastated, probably in tears, demanding to know why he would do something like this. Rock Lee coughs up a bit of blood. “I was faster than you.” Smile. “I finally beat you…” Serene eyes fall shut. “…rival.”

And now imagine Naruto’s reaction to losing Bushy Brow. Imagine him watching Gai be brought to his knees by a blow that didn’t physically touch him. Imagine Madara incorrectly perceiving that. The implications. The foreshadowing.

#1. Shino

Motivation: Legacy

I’m gonna be real, the writers were never gonna kill off Rock Lee like that, which is the biggest reason Shino has taken the crown as Most Worthy Of A Tragic Death in my book.

This dude has a connection to both Naruto and Hinata (making him equally as good a sacrifice as Neji if that’s the canon criteria). However, unlike most other (male) characters, Shino isn’t shown to have a particularly close friendship with Naruto. The one recurring joke around Shino is that he’s so irrelevant even Naruto can’t remember his name.

But he is good friends with Hinata. And he knows she’ll spend the rest of her life miserable if Naruto dies, and that if she dies right now she will never have gotten her life’s greatest wish.

So Shino goes out in a blaze of glory, and we’ll probably insert something about how Naruto has somehow secretly inspired him all along— or maybe something cynical about how he always wanted to be included by Naruto but never was unless Kiba or Hinata were around, so he’s sacrificed himself to maintain the livelihood of everyone else while not “losing” that friendship himself— and we of course get the touching moment with Hinata (oh just imagine the drama if Shino lay dying and told Hinata “Why did I protect you? It’s simple. The reason is… for the same reason you protected him.” and we find out that the huge secret crush of the show was not Hinata toward anyone, but Shino toward Hinata, never confessing because he knew it would be futile).

Good luck forgetting his name now, Naruto. Now no one will ever forget about Shino Aburame.

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[igotanidea]

All the little voices : J.T x reader

Request: A Jason fic where the reader is insecure.

A/N: the parts in italics are retrospective.

***

It was one of those days.

Those days when she felt inadequate, insufficient, judged and dished. The mere thought of going out of the house was like a slap on the cheek.

She just wanted to rest, to not see people, not compare herself to all the other woman and girls on the streets and at work, ending up feeling like a walking disaster. Not getting lost in her own thoughts, her own head.

But a girl gotta work. And besides, she had that little critic inside her always saying mean stuff, making her feel guilty for not wanting to go out. And she listened, forcing herself to do things that left her even more broken than at the beginning.

Y/N really did like her job, found a way to express herself through it. Mostly, she was energetic, helpful, concerned, smiling and beaming while performing her duties. But after a while, her self-consciousness always started creeping in.

Always.

And it was like a step back from all she achieved.

Those were the days when she would rather fit into the wall, acting like a freaking chameleon than talk to people. Her duties were taking twice as much time, because she got scared of making phone calls and would rather search for the information by herself. Instead of talking to the coworkers in the other department she preferred sending e-mails just to avoid face to face confrontation. And an hour before the end of the shift she realized she was just staring at the clock praying that no one would drop by to have a little chat with her.

Surviving the work, however, was one thing.

The other, possibly harder, was getting back home.

Putting her earphones on and trying to separate herself from reality, Y/N got lost into her Spotify shuffle playlist, sounds of music bringing even more thoughts, plans, scenarios, making her even more insecure than before. Suddenly, she was painfully aware of the oldness of the T-shirt she was wearing, her worn-out shoes, bitten nails and that stupid zit on the chin that she couldn’t for the love of god conceal in the morning. Songs sparked some memories of the words her boss addressed her, about how she could be so much better and how she should step up in work and in life. And that lead her straight into thinking about Jay.

“I’m not worth any of this.” she thought “what does he see in me? Definitely something that is not there. I am not who he thinks I am. Honestly, I don’t know who I am at all. And what if I’m crazy? What if I’m gonna end up as someone I don’t even recognize? I don’t want that. I just want to get home and hide from the people. But I can’t do that” she felt like crying  “there’s so much work to do, so man e-mails and tasks to deal with. And what if I can’t deal with them? What if I’m both ugly and  stupid? What if I fail? What if I’m a failure?!” she didn’t even realize that, but her eyes turned sad, showing that vulnerable side of the girl, who truly was at the verge of tears. Her whole posture was just screaming “please don’t hurt me”.

She didn’t want people to look at her, to see her, and yet, somewhere in her crazy, spinning mind she felt like all eyes were on her, judging, commenting, laughing at her internally. She just wanted to disappear, ditch the grocery shopping, but it was either that or starving since her fridge was absolutely empty. Thank god for the self-service checkouts!

That spinning and turning and worrying made her get back home in a very strange mood with a mix of feelings, she couldn’t possibly contain. She wanted to laugh and cry and scream and walk around and lay down all at the same time.

Slowly the panic started creeping in and it was harder and harder to breathe.

She practically did nothing for the whole day, so why was she so tired. Why was she already fearing the upcoming day, despite the fact that it was barely 5 p.m. and she still had a whole evening to relax?

“Come on, just breathe Y/N. It’s gonna be fine, you are gonna be fine.”  she whispered, hugging herself tightly.

A mistake.

Feeling her own body and those little rolls of fat made her cry out loud. She never had a good relationship with her own body. How could she possibly love or accept something so broken, marked with stretched, imperfections, discolorations? How?  Damn, she just wanted to be pretty and skinny and perfect. For so many times she wished she was mentally capable of wearing a dress or shorts or something more …. revealing. Last week when Jason and she were  shopping at the mall, she stopped in front of the lingerie shop, admiring all those fancy panties and lacy bras.

“You like that princess?” Jason smirked coming from behind her back, wrapping arms around her waist and hugging her tightly to his chest, scaring her to death in the process. “I would love to see you in that, one day.”

“ I…..I …..” she stuttered

“why don’t we go inside so you can try it on?” Jason smirked “I’m most definitely ready to buy the whole shop  for you.”

“Why don’t we just go home and stop goofing around?” she wriggled herself free leaving him a bit dumbfounded

“It’s all right, baby. You’re still hot and sexy for me, even without….”

“Mhm, sure….” She mumbled, her eyes wondering all over, hands shaking and she just clenched her fingers to cover up for that. Hot and sexy, sure…. “You know what I just ….. I just remembered something I have forgotten. I…. I need to go to the mall bathroom real quick, all right? You …. Take that and I’ll meet you here in  a moment, all right? Great….” She did not even let him finish, taking off and heading straight to the one place when she could possibly get some peace and quiet.

She never told him she cried her heart out in that tiny lavatory. Quick make up was enough to hide the stains and reddened eyes.

Why was it all coming back to her now?

Just one trigger was enough to get her completely spinning.

“Y/N!”

“Yes, Jane?” she smiled at her coworker, waiting for the words coming

“I’m gonna need you to take some of my work and deal with it”

“I’m sorry, what? Why would I do your work when I got so much of mine?”

“Cause I’m leaving with the boss. He might promote me into his assistant, you know! Which means I am practically your immediate supervisor, and you shall do as I say.

Jane was not the sharpest tool in the shed and definitely not the most hardworking and she was getting promoted. Maybe Y/N truly was stupid for giving so much of herself to work. Maybe she was just not good enough and too quiet to ever be noticed.

Why the hell was all of that coming back now!?

She wanted to try something new and that’s why the girl found herself at the workout class at the gym. Not entirely sure how to use any of that special equipment, just standing like a statue and observing all those fit girls with their perfect figures.

If that was what Jason was watching every time he hit the gym ……

“Hey, are you new here?” a female trainer with the widest smile approached Y/N. “How about I show you around?” Y/N could tell the other girl was being sincere, but she already had enough. She did not fit in here. Not with her T-shirt and leggings serving as a workout suit and covering all those parts of her body that she was ashamed of.

“Um… I… thanks, but I think I actually feel sick…..” she mumbled, spun on her feet and never came back.

Y/N was extremely insecure at this point. She needed a hug. She needed someone to whisper sweet nothings and comforting words into her ear. She needed Jason, but at the same time never wanted to be a burden to him. To put the weight of her problems onto him. But maybe she could just casually call him up?”

“Jason?” she dialed the number and he picked up at the first signal.

“Hi, princess. What’s up there?”

“not… not much…” she swallowed harshly “I just needed to hear your voice….”

“What happened?” oh, he caught up on that little trembling in her voice and became concerned in an instant.

“Why would something happen?” she tried to scoff him playfully, but it did not work at all.

“don’t play with me babe”

“I need you, Jace” she cried into the phone “I’m sorry, please, can you come?”

“I’m on my way. Don’t hung up.”

“It’s not like I’m in any danger……”

“I don’t care. You are shaken so clearly someone upset you. You keep talking to me. I’m mounting the bike and will be there in like ten minutes. You do not hang up on me.”

She did not . At least not until she heard knocking on the door and very disturbed Jason with disheveled hear, in his leather jacket busted through them, immediately wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.

“Jason….” she wriggled a bit

“Hush. Let me hold you for now and then we’ll talk.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“What do you want?”

“A way out of my head.”

“Cuddles?” he asked

“please……” she whimpered and he didn’t even hesitate picking her up and carrying her toward the couch.

“I can…..” she protested but he cut her off.

“Yes, I know you can walk, but something tells me your legs are going to give up on you soon, so don’t fight against me.”

He laid her down gently, climbing up next to her and sneaking arms around her.

“ Thank you for coming….” She muttered hiding face in his jacket

“You really left me no choice, baby. That phone call was rather disturbing. “

“I;m sorry” she winced ashamed of taking his time and attention.

“Stop saying you’re sorry! Why would you be sorry? Y/N, baby, look at me” his right hand ended up on her cheek caressing it gently “what…..? Ohmygod…..”

“What?” she trembled. Was he going to leave because she was so needy and whiny and shaken? Was he done with her, like all the other boys in her life before? Not that there were many but still enough to leave a scar.

“You feel like you’re not enough.” He stated simply. “you think you are a burden.”

“What? No, of course not! I’m perfectly fine!”

“You’re not. “ Jason shook his head “I know that look. First handed. I used to do that too. Constantly wondering if I was too much to handle for you. If I was only bringing you down.

“You did?” her eyes grew wide. “I never knew…. Why didn’t you tell me?” she lifted herself up, hand lying on his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart.

“Possibly for the same reason you did not tell me.” He smiled lightly, but his eyes were sad beyond recognition. “Because I love you. And I never wanted to worry you.”

“Jason….” tears started falling down her cheeks “Baby, you have to tell me such things. I love you too, I don’t want to see you hurt or feeling insecure. Ever. I’m here for you, you know there’s not a single thing I wouldn’t do to make you feel better and …. Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re just so sweet, baby. But now, I need you to think about what you just said and turn those words around.”

“What? How….?” She looked at him, a bit confused but only for a second “oh, you little rascal!” Y/N hit his chest a couple times, before he grabbed her wrist and kissed it gently, lovingly “you played me!”

“Yeah, I did. Like a pro, didn’t I?” he smirked, clearly proud of himself

“You made me cry!”

“And I hate myself for that. But it was needed so you would understand exactly how I feel when I see you like that. I’m not good with words, Y/N, I know I’m not, but the feelings I have for you are right here.” Jason closed his eyes and put her hand back on his rapidly beating heart “ there are no words in any language to describe them.”

“I think I might cry again….”she warned, her face twisting

“Go ahead. Here’s the shoulder, dedicated especially to that.” He pointed towards his limb and smiled widely “Y/N….”

“Yes?”

“I bought that thing you were watching at the last shopping spree…..”

“YOU WHAT?! I’M NOT…..”

“Don’t worry,  we’ll get there baby. I’ll be proving to you how wonderful you are, using every method possible. I’ll make all those little voices of yours shut up. And If that may require taking some things off your ….” His eyes travelled over her body with lust, making her tremble “…. Shoulders” he finished smirking “than I’m game.”

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[s-sturn]

𖥔 DAYLIGHT!

summary: when Y/N thought that love was black and white after the betrayal in her last relationship, but Chris in a Hockey match, makes her change her mind, seeing that love can be golden, if it's with the right person.

warnings: lil sad, but fluff!! mentions of betrayal, kisses & kisses!!

pairings: brunette!reader, fem!reader

masterlist!

THIRD PERSON POV

It had been exactly two months since Y/N had broken up with Jaden, after finding out that he had betrayed her.

The feeling of contempt that the girl felt for the blonde and the sadness she felt in her heart was huge.

She felt too insufficient, thinking that love was not for her, but it was beautiful, love was too beautiful. But all this time, Chris was there, advising her, helping her, Chris was always there for the girl, saying how amazing the girl was, and how enough she was.

Y/N felt safe in Chris' arms, just like Chris felt safe in Y/N's arms.

Now the girl was going to another of Chris' games, where she would meet Matt, Nick, Madi and Nate on the spot.

As soon as she arrives they all greet her, taking seats together in the stands, watching the brunette train. He looked perfect, with that helmet on his head covering a large part of his face, while wearing those sports clothes specifically for Hockey, where there was his name on his back and the number 3.

He wore ice skates and held a bat as he slid on the ice as if it were simpler than walking. He moved the stone throwing at the minigoal.

Soon he took off his helmet and was going to drink some water and rest before the match started, as soon as the brunette sees the girl, he gives a wide smile, going quickly to her giving her a hug.

Chris stuck his face around Y/N's neck exhaling his unique smell that he loved so much, causing slight chills in the girl's thoracic spine.

They moved away and turned to the other 4 people who were with them.

━━ Bitches, go to get a room! ━━ Nick said with a disgusted tone, when the others agreed.

━━ Couple, we don't want to hold a candle at the moment! ━━ Matt says making Chris and Y/N bleed at the same time.

Chris cleared his throat and started talking. ━━ I need to go play, guys, wish me good luck! ━━ The brunette said leaving the stands going to the ice field, but before, he turns around and kisses Y/N's forehead, now going to the ice field.

The game had started a few minutes ago and was 0 to 0.

Until Chris made the first point of the match, making all the fans of Chris' team shudder with happiness, after the brunette scored a beautiful goal.

He came to her direction in the rush, calling her quickly to the place he was.

She was a little shy, and when she got there Chris asked for the microphone and started saying.

━━ Y/N, I know how much you have suffered all these times because of the betrayal, which may still be recent, but I need to tell you, now, that I am completely in love with you, since I met you in the 3rd grade, where you forced me to play with your barbies even though you knew that I hated, and really hated it, but I loved the fact of being with you, being making you happy, girl, girl, you are everything I always wanted from the first moment I saw you, this can be tacky as fuck, but I am crazy about you, and unfortunately I never accepted it, after all, you know my extreme fear about relationships, but when I think of you, all this fear disappears, but the difficulty I had to accept that I love you, made it too late, and unfortunately you started dating a son of a son of a bitch who had the audacity to betray someone as beautiful, sweet and kind like you, he was stupid, very stupid, and I know the fear you have of being betrayed again, but I want you to try this for me, I want you to be my girl, do you accept? ━━ The sweet words that Chris said to the brunette, made her start crying with happiness and emotion, realizing that it was never Jaden, or anyone else, but that it was always Chris, it was always him, in everything, he was always there, and he always loved her, just as she loved and loved him.

Everyone who watched the game was filled with love with Chris' words for Y/N, everyone, including Y/N realized how innocent and naive Chris' love was, and how intense it was.

The girl just couldn't say anything anymore, she just hugged the boy waving that she agreed to be his girl.

Chris hugged the girl back, everyone applauded the beautiful moment, where he recorded the deep and beautiful love of Chris and Y/N.

They gave a kiss that conveyed love, a lot of love, a love so true, as if the two were soul mates, and no one doubted that the two were such.

Chris gave the girl one last kiss returning to the game, while Y/N sat down again with her friends, who played with her, and wished congratulations to the girl for her new relationship.

The game ended with 5-1, with Chris guaranteeing the last point of the victory.

The brunette returned to his beloved and kissed her again, he was addicted to the taste of his beautiful lips.

━━ You are mine, and I promise to show you that love is beautiful, and that you deserve to feel it, my princess. ━━ The boy said with a smile on his lips hugging her tightly.

━━ I love you so much, this was amazing, everything was amazing, you are amazing, I am so lucky to have you in my life! ━━ The girl says with a cute smile, and soon left a soft kiss on the brunette's lips.

Eternalizing their love, and showing that love is not black and white, but golden.

That sounded too cute omfg 😭😭😭💞

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[badaswrld]

should’ve been me

✩ insecure y/n, bpd y/n, hurt/comfort, argument, angst, words of affirmation

🫧

“i want to watch it!!!” you exclaimed while trying to rip bada’s phone out of her hands. you were laying on the couch with your head in her lap, arms swinging wildly. you sat up to reach the phone, which bada was holding high in the air with one hand, using the other hand to shield you away.

“no it’s embarassinggggg” bada whined. she stood up off the couch, still holding her phone above her head. you followed her in suit, on your tippy toes and jumping to try to reach.

you were thinking in the back of your mind how attractive the height difference was, but you quickly shoved that thought to the side and focused on the task at hand.

you tackled her to the ground and successfully grabbed the phone bringing it to your chest and guarding it with both hands.

you laughed and fell backward, catching your breath.

“y/n…” bada sighed as she laid down next to you on the floor, defeated.

you didn’t notice her nervous expression as you pressed play.

“wow you’re so hot im kicking my feet.” you say as you watch bada dance with tatter.

you smiled as you watched, until they got a bit too close to each other. your smile fell slightly.

you felt yourself becoming more upset the longer you watched, but you didn’t say anything.

bada held her breath next to you, dreading your reaction to the ending of the choreography.

you watched as bada brought her hand to tatter’s neck, pushing her head up to make eye contact with her. this was too much.

you dropped the phone to the floor with a flat expression. you felt angry, your chest heating up, but you couldn’t ignore the pain and sadness rising as you laid there.

you hated how bada looked at her with that sensual look on her face. you hated how close they were. you hated that it wasn’t you.

“what the fuck bada.”

“y/n-”

“i didn’t like that.” you said as you sat up, distancing yourself from her.

“don’t be that way, y/n. it doesn’t mean anything.” she groaned, sounding angry herself.

her tone only escalated your anger, as you looked at her in bewilderment. you realized the real reason she didn’t want you to watch it. she never would have shown you by choice, she meant to hide this from you.

you stood up from the ground, followed by bada. you tried to walk away, but she grabbed your shoulder and spun you around to face her again.

“seriously?” bada exclaimed.

“i don’t want to talk to you.” you said, shaking yourself away from her touch.

she let you go, watching you walk to your bedroom.

she didn’t know if she should leave you be and go home, or try to plead her case.

—

you didn’t talk to bada for the rest of the night. she decided to stay over, but thankfully she didn’t try to talk to you either.

you were still mad, but as you lay on your bed alone now, the sadness and insecurity started to overwhelm you.

it was 2 am, and you were still awake, thinking, ruminating.

you found yourself wondering if bada was still awake. even though you were angry with her, you still had the instinct to run to her for comfort.

your emotions flooded your mind, and you couldn’t hold it together anymore. tears flowed out as you tried to remain quiet.

you hated yourself in this moment. you felt insufficient, and as if bada deserved better than you.

the problem was you. bada was only with you because she pitied you. she didn’t care for you one bit, let alone did she love you the way you loved her.

you were sitting on the floor now, holding your head and rocking back and forth. you stopped trying to conceal the noise of you gasping for air.

your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps from the living room, headed towards your bedroom door.

you immediately tiptoed to the bed and dove under the covers, attempting to pretend to be asleep.

you laid there still as you heard your bedroom door opening and closing, followed by footsteps moving towards you.

you tried to slow your breathing, praying to god that bada hadn’t heard you.

you felt her sit down on the bed next to you, your heart racing.

“y/n, i know you’re awake.”

fuck.

you uncovered your face but didn’t turn to face her. you felt embarrassed that she heard you. she probably thought you were crazy. it was all over.

all the love you felt for her was about to be crushed.

“i love you so much.” bada said as she wrapped her arms around you, cradling your head and slowly rocking you.

you felt her kiss your temple and you immediately softened and fell victim to her soothing touch.

“you’re my beautiful girl.” she said, running her hand up and down your waist.

“it doesn’t feel like it.” you said, tears welling up in your eyes once again.

“i just don’t understand why you felt the need to do that. i understand it’s just choreography but i feel disrespected.” you said.

bada rested her chin on your shoulder.

“i’m so sorry i made you upset. truthfully, the ending part was tatter’s idea. i was scared to tell her that i felt it was kind of inappropriate.” she said.

you sighed.

“but i shouldn’t have agreed to it.” you turned and looked at her. she wiped your tears with her thumbs and pushed your hair behind your ears.

“i should have known how you would feel when you saw that, i put my own feelings before yours.”

“bada-”, you started but she continued.

“i already know what you’re going to say. and no, you are not controlling. you have a right to say something when i hurt you. we’re in a relationship.” she said sternly.

you looked at her with slight astonishment at her ability to read your mind. you had started to feel guilt washing over you, convincing yourself that you were manipulative and that you were too hard on bada.

she laughed ever so slightly at your expression, more of a puff of air through her nose and a small smile. she was looking down at you in adoration, hovering over your body.

“i know you.” she said, cupping your face, running her thumb across your cheek.

“and i know you’ve been in here all alone, feeling like you aren’t good enough or pretty enough, which is all bullshit.”

another tear slid down your face, which bada quickly wiped away.

“you know i would never lie to you. you are the most beautiful girl in this world. you look like a princess.” she said, smiling down at you.

you cried more, trying to cover your face with your hands, but bada grabbed you. “my princess.” she finished with a kiss to your forehead.

she laid her head down on your chest, raising her head up to kiss your neck. you wrapped an arm around her and rubbed her hair with your other hand.

“i’m very sorry for acting immature.” you finally said.

“it’s okay. i know you were just hurt.” she replied.

“do you promise you still love me?” you asked sincerely.

she looked up at you with a slight smile, grabbing your jaw softly with her hand.

“of course i do. i will always love you sweet girl.” she said, gently pressing her lips to yours.

“so much.” she kissed you again and again until she felt you smile against her lips. when she pulled away you were still smiling down at her.

she laid her head down on your chest again, rubbing your stomach gently under your shirt. you leaned down and kissed her head.

“i love you too.” you said.

the comfort you felt in this moment made up for all the negative emotions you had felt that night.

all you felt was safety, and nothing was wrong in the world.

“please talk to me next time. i want to help you when you’re feeling like this.” bada said.

“okay, i promise i’ll be honest with you from now on.” you nodded.

she kissed your waist before sitting up and pulling you into a hug. you felt butterflies as she moved you onto her lap effortlessly, looking you straight in the eyes.

she didn’t say anything, but she pulled you closer into her, rubbing your back while supporting your weight with her body.

you both sat like that for a while, feeling the comfort of each other’s presence. eventually, bada laid you down on the bed and covered you up.

she laid down next to you, pulling you into her chest and holding you. “goodnight,” she spoke with one last kiss to your head.

“i love you,” you said, slightly dozing off from the warmth of her body.

“i love you too.”

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a/n: AHHHHH my first work 🤧🤧 there will be a lot more i rly hope this wasn’t dog shit i kind of got carried away with the comfort at the end lol hope you liked it 🪷

#lee bada #bada lee #bada x reader #swf2 x reader #swf2

[fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks]

Things I noticed the nth time watching Nimona:

Knight armour can get sliced through like nobody's business (Balister's arm), but can take a laser hit without serious, body-altering consequences (Director hitting Ambrosius with a laser made from the same one that apparently has the power to wipe out half the realm, or kill an Immortal being who doesn't feel severe pain from an arrow wound)?

...is this because Ambrosius' armour was made to be more protective than Balister's?

"She manipulated BOTH of us." Ambrosius says this about Nimona, who he had very few interactions with aside from her very blatantly fucking shit up for the institute. How did she manipulate HIM?

I guess it probably makes sense when you consider he was going to arrest the director, implying that he believed Bal AND Nimona, but I dunno. The little rat in my head started running on its brain-powering wheel at all the possible fanfic plots this could lead to.

Nimona as Ambrosius grabbed the Gloreth statue when they fell to the ground.

On the one hand, this could just be actor!Nimona putting dramatic emphasis on how even in death, the leaders of the realm will cling to their hopes and beliefs, or the golden boy finally getting to join his ancestor.

On the other hand, we could make it deliciously angsty (yum yum) and say it is Nimona's personal desire to grab the statue of Gloreth for reasons such as: taking down the monster-killer image of her former friend out of anger and sadness because she never wanted that image to be so true in representing one of the few people who ever cared about her even briefly;

OR, While trying to think about how she would act if she were actually dying, she reaches for the closest thing to a friend that she has, but this is her staging a false death, as that particular friendship was false so this is just fitting, isn't it?;

OR, They wanted it to spread a message that with the fall of the director, would come the fall of the corrupt system they live in, as well as the fall of this narrow-minded view of both Nimona and Gloreth's story as well as Gloreth and Nimona themselves.

Nimona freaking out about the arrow in their leg in the comic vs Nimona treating it like a little scrape not to be worried about in the movie.

This is really interesting to me. In the comic, it's played up for humor like Nimona is almost overreacting, then having Bal take care of her because he does care about her. This shows it as a bit silly, but so very meaningful.

Then you have the movie where Balister is freaking out and it's kind of funny because clearly Nimona is relatively fine about it, so he doesn't really need to make a big deal out of it. Then he helps her and is still very careful about it like with anyone else's arrow wound, and asks her questions so he can better understand them. Again so very important.

I love both versions of these scenes, I just am so curious about why they made such a drastic change.

I love this movie so freaking much. (I knew that already, but it bears saying for the thousandth time. It's just so fucking good.)

For this last one:

TW: mention of police brutality (discussed as a theme in the movie, nothing specific outside of the Nimona movie)

"He's got a weapon." It's not a weapon. It's a phone. But Todd (and who knows how many of the other knights) didn't choose to see it as anything other than what the director told him it was, and destroyed it as he was trained to do. This screams messaging about the stupid, dangerous, and harmful actions of too many police officers who don't check the situation for themselves before acting on "information" they gathered from insufficient data and/or unreliable sources, and combine that with profiling to make decisions that so often end up being harmful and even fatal to others.

#nimona movie #nimona #theories #headcanons #things i noticed #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #angst

[hungwy]

Part of what's interesting about Disco Elysium in terms of gameplay is, yes, the developers recognize the player knows nothing about the world and so they give you an amnesiac character to address that. But it has very central implications for the actions you take, and how Harry's character develops: the player must recognize that they act in Harry's name, a man with numerous pre-existing... Quirks, and yet still must play in the style they want to play. He is so traumatized by suffering (more proximally, drugs) that he's forgotten what it's like to be him, but part of his old self is still there throughout the game. Though you are one of the many voices in Harry's head, and the main one that controls his decisions -- though those are often limited -- you are a new presence in his life. You are playing a Harry who is pretending (and being made to pretend) to be a Harry, a new Harry. Your actions are turned into idealizations of what Harry wants to say and do, reworded into disco, and often completely incorrectly executed on Harry's behalf. This is the conflict between the player's vision of the character and the limits you must work with.

There are hints of his idiosyncrasies here and there, hints of a history of personality, consistency in certain dialogue and thoughts, and these are extremely important for recognizing Harry's limits. They are invasions into Harry's new post-amnesia self, and they remind the player that he isn't capable of full reinvention -- he can't be what you want him to be. (He can't be what HE wants to be.) The player must eventually come to terms with Harry's inadequacies and limits. By design the game forces these limits into your stats: for example, a powerhouse of muscle must be completely insufficient in some other brainy stats, and a brainy detective must have an extremely weak body. A well-rounded Harry is in turn good at nothing at all, rather than being extremely good at only one thing and a failure at everything else. But no matter what Harry is he is extremely diligent in trying to be the person he wants to be, which is a central theme in the game -- coming to terms with what you want to be and who you can be.

It's clear most paths you take as a player are probably going to be very different from Harry pre-amnesia. Not out of the question, but different -- it's not unusual for Harry to be an eccentric, as we find out. But the flavor and manner of his eccentricism can be made wildly different depending on the players choices. Harry in his deep sadness is vulnerable to all manner of substitutions for the hole in his heart, taking on exaggerated ideals and behaviors -- even the moderate, boring ones are made comically central to his addictive and romantic personality. Of course these decisions are necessary to the RPG genre, allowing the player to role play in the way they want, but the game very explicitly comments on the fact that many of your thoughts are hyperbolic and experimental. But you still have them, and you try to live them.

The way roleplay is executed as a poor and sad middle aged divorced cop having a disastrous crisis suddenly radicalizing himself (to the players desires) and yet having to come to terms with the fact that he is not wholly this new (temporary?) personality is simply wonderful. Harry never really escapes anything in the game. At the end he is still a poor sad middled aged divorced cop that nonetheless wants to become more and better than that. And the player gets to participate in the transformation of his beautifully hideous life, getting to help a man who we see is truly only trying his best to be the best person he can be. And in it we can come to terms with the fact that change is always difficult -- another central point of the game. We never escape our past so much as recognize it and react to it, because even if we are able to forget everything about ourselves over night in a drug-filled stupor we are still that very person, and must confront that in order to become something more, if we ever can -- but one must try.

#Typed out last hour of work sorry if it's confusing or missing something I gotta go home LOL

[yardsards]

I hear you and I agree with you but also I raise you: queerplatonic the spares?

assuming you're talking about this post that i made a while back but blew up again recently?

i got a very similar ask back when i first made the post (which is buried somewhere in the depths of my blog bc tumblr search sucks) and i'll say now approximately what i said back then:

that kind of sucks too, actually.

the main problem with the "pair the spares" and "everyone must be paired" tropes is that they generally imply that it's not a happy ending unless everyone is in a committed monogamous romantic relationship. that characters (and real people, by extension) are somehow incomplete without a romantic partner, just like a sad single sock.

and removing the word "romantic" (or even any of the other adjectives as well) from those sentences and allowing them to include queerplatonic partnerships too doesn't really make the idea that much better. doing that doesn't break down the walls, just widens them a bit so that more people can be allowed in.

like yeah, one of the problems with the "you're incomplete without a romantic partner" idea is that it excludes people who can't feel romance. but that's far from the ONLY problem with it (in fact, the term "amatonormativity" wasn't even coined with aromantics specifically in mind, iirc).

it tells single people that they're not good enough, that they're incomplete. it tells single people who want a relationship that this isn't just a matter of "aw bummer, you want this thing but don't have it yet" but is rather a massive fundamental issue in their life that must take priority and be solved posthaste. it tells people who are happily single (including happily single alloromantics. because yes, they exist. not everyone who feels romantic attraction necessarily thinks that getting into a traditional romantic relationship about those feelings is right for them) that they're just deluding themselves and that they truly would be happiest in a partnership. it tells people who are in unhappy relationships that it would be better to stay than to become single. it says that relationships must look a certain way. it says that friendship is insufficient and is always inherently lesser than a partnership.

and allowing "partnership" and "relationship" to include queerplatonic as well as romantic doesn't fix a lot of those

amatonormativity is a cage that hurts those who can fit themselves in it as well as those who can't. widening the cage to allow more people in won't fix that. and there will always be people who don't fit inside the cage no matter how much you widen it. for example, non-partnering aros exist and would still be excluded here.

(and on another note: "pair the spares" and "everyone must be paired" generally are used derisively to refer to like. when characters are shoddily shoved together last minute because the writers couldn't figure out what else to do with them. it's generally just like, bad writing. and while i would LOVE more queerplatonic relationships, i want them to actually be GOOD, not just be some sloppy seconds leftover from a romantic ship.)

anyway i got rambly and possibly confusing there, and went Way Too Deep about what was almost definitely just a silly lighthearted ask. but i have so many Thoughts on the matter

there's just like. this mindset i notice (primarily in newer/younger aromantics who have just begun to question amatonormativity). where they see queerplatonic relationships and just think "ah, so this is just our version of a romantic relationship?" and don't really think about the complexities. ignoring the fact that some social constructs around romance are simply Not Good and that they will not become good if you separate them from romance. and ignoring that queerplatonic relationships are not always just "like a romantic relationship but minus the romance".

like it's a mindset that i understand (and i think was a lot like how i thought when i was younger and first figuring out these concepts). because this shit is CONFUSING and hard to explain and complicated to think about and so hard to unpack. so i hope i'm not coming across as rude to anon or anyone like that. it's just kinda something that's on my mind a good bit so i went off on a ramble, y'know?

edit: dug up the old post with a similar ask

#eliot posts #amatonormativity

[sage-nebula]

I'm having more Frontiers thoughts. Putting them under a cut for spoilers.

I'm thinking about how worried Sonic was for Tails during the Chaos Island segment—how caught off-guard he was by the revelation that Tails broke down after he thought Infinite had killed Sonic, and how he flat out says, "Tails, you're worrying me" when this is brought up. I'm thinking about how even though he shot down the idea that Tails was a burden immediately with a bit of gentle snark, and how the mere idea that Tails wasn't good enough made him borderline mad (both in the side story where he says "oh whatEVER, some creepy cyber copy hasn't seen you in action", and in the main story cutscene where he has a bit of impatience when he's recalling Tails' feats of heroism), he also did his absolute best to tell Tails, seriously and earnestly, just how much he (Sonic) believes in him. And I'm thinking about how, in the cutscene where Tails announces his desire to go his own way, Sonic both a.) opens the cutscene by asking Tails if he's feeling better, b.) must've had some kind of look on his face for Tails to ask if it was okay for him to go on his own, and c.) looked so sad when he said that it would take some getting used to. And also, how he made so sure to keep calling Tails "partner" for the remainder of the game, emphasizing how he supports Tails' decision, and also sees him as an equal.

I'm thinking about all of that, but also about how Sonic . . . is probably still worried about Tails, and probably will continue to be worried (even if he tries not to think about it) until they see each other again.

I don't think he's worried about Tails' physical safety. Sonic was being honest when he said that he knows that Tails is capable of and has done amazing things. He believes in Tails' capabilities, 100%, and although of course there will always be some degree of concern in the vein of "if you got in over your head and got seriously hurt or killed I'd be beside myself", he knows that Tails is smart and fast and can handle himself in most situations. He wasn't lying when he said all that in-game.

But I do think that he is worried about Tails' emotional state, and I don't think he's wrong to be. Tails says that he's feeling better when Sonic asks him, and says that the situation gave him clarity. He then says that he's decided to go on his own, because he can't grow if he's always falling back on Sonic (paraphrase). Now, again, Sonic already sees Tails as a hero. But Tails doesn't see himself as a hero. The culmination of Tails' story wasn't him suddenly having more confidence in himself, but rather, him finding the courage and resolve to do something about that. Sonic insisted on calling him "partner" because I think he was trying to hasten that process along—maybe even pseudo-convince Tails that this solo journey to prove himself isn't necessary, because he's already proven himself, he's already Sonic's partner-in-crime and equal. But it didn't work, Tails didn't take the hint. Because Tails doesn't believe in himself, not yet. And I think Sonic knows that, and I think it's going to continue to worry him.

I especially feel this way because of the final cutscene with the group. Tails says, "You're gonna hardly recognize me when we see each other again!" and Sonic gives him this kind of like, "yeah okay" raised eyebrow little smirk, but . . . while I'm sure what his expression was meant to convey is that he'll recognize Tails anytime, anywhere, no matter what, at the same time that has to be a kind of . . . worrying thing, to hear your little brother say. Again, Tails wants to change himself. He's leaving not just to find his confidence and independence (which again, Sonic does genuinely support), but because right now, he feels as if he's not good enough. He feels that the person he is right now is embarrassing, insufficient, not on par with Sonic and the others. Tails is only eight, but he holds himself to much higher standards. The fact that Sonic says, "it's okay to still need help sometimes, that's part of growing up" doesn't work for Tails, because he's not willing to take the time to grow up. He doesn't need to grow up, he needs to be grown, right now.

And that's . . . worrying! That's a worrying mindset to have! Tails has the courage and resolve to go out and work on himself, and in a way that's great. But his motivation for wanting to do so is that he resents himself for not being able to do more to help Sonic in the past. He's holding a grudge against himself, he dislikes who he is, at least in terms of what he's capable of accomplishing, and his reactions and responses to danger. Tails' arc didn't culminate in him learning to appreciate himself, but instead deciding that he can change and he will change. And he's going off into the world, alone, to try to accomplish that, because he feels like he's failing if he asks someone for help. If he does get into real danger, will he call Sonic? Odds are likely the answer to that question is "no." I don't think he'd say that—I think if Sonic says "call me if you need anything" Tails will say "I will" but he'll be thinking I won't need anything though so it's fine, and if he did need something, well, he can't grow if he's relying on Sonic, right? So no, he won't call.

Again, I don't think Sonic is really too worried about Tails' physical safety. He 100% believes in Tails' capabilities. But Tails' emotional state is another matter altogether, and I do think that will continue to worry Sonic, when Sonic allows himself to think about it.

Man. I'm really interested to see where the next game takes this.

#sonic frontiers spoilers #miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #unbreakable bond #they really just spent the whole damn game worrying each other huh #but while the worry Tails had has passed at the end #I don't think Sonic's has. or will for a long time. not until he can see Tails again & know he's ACTUALLY doing better #instead of just claiming he is bc he thinks ''being able to do smth abt how useless I am'' is a good stopping point #really interested to see if this is followed up on in the next game at all #maybe we'll even get a Tails-centric spinoff? I sincerely doubt it but it would be cool #anyway #sth

[kauzebridgerton]

Kauze History.

Chapter 2: Strangers like me.

Mr. Karlheinz was a bit strange and mysterious, he didn't talk to me much during the time he took me away from people, his way of dressing was a bit funny, but of course I didn't say that to him.

— Where do you live? — I said a little curiously.

— Hah, sorry for making you walk so much Kauze, but I couldn't let the curious humans go after us.

Humans? What did he mean by that? I immediately tried to pull my hand away from his, but he held it so I wouldn't do it. Was he some kind of monster that the stories told? I remember very well hearing the story of a certain Slender Man among the other children!

— Let go of me Slender Man! — I tried to get rid of him.

—What are you saying boy? Tsc, really children tend to be very peculiar to me. — He sighed, he seemed a little irritated and that made me even more scared. — I'm a vampire Kauze, just like you.

I widened my eyes in fright, a vampire? Like Dracula! This was very strange, especially when he said that I was one too, I didn't really know how to act, since I was still very scared about it all, this guy must be crazy or something, and now he doesn't I wanted to let me go! Some tears started to fall and I started to cry, afraid of what he could do to me, why did I decide to follow a stranger after all? What's my problem?

— Why are you crying, Kauze? There's no reason for that, you should be proud to be a vampire. — He said in a firm tone. — Besides, it's rude to cry about being a vampire in front of the King of Vampires. Your parents may not have raised you well, but I'm sure I can fix it.

— You're scaring me... — I sobbed. — But...But you brought me in the middle of nowhere and didn't let me leave, and then you say that you're a vampire and that I'm one too... how do you think I can react to all this? Adults are scary!

— I'm sorry if the truth scares you, child. But I will clear all your doubts soon. You know if you were just a human boy I wouldn't bother helping you. But you are one of mine. Feel grateful for that.

I didn't say anything, I just nodded my head in agreement with him, I didn't want to get into any kind of danger or anything like that, besides he mentioned my parents again, which made me curious again. I had calmed down a little, but soon he took me in his arms, I immediately crossed my arms and pouted.

— Hey, I'm not a baby! — I said sullenly. — If you are a vampire, where are your powers? And do I have powers too?

I said it a little curiously, sometimes not being ordinary can be like receiving a great gift, I feel that ordinary people can be lonely and sad, and I didn't want to be that kind of person, I wanted to be someone happy and special. Even though Mr. Karlheinz is scary most of the time, he could also differentiate himself from other people, being different makes me curious and makes me want to get closer to him, I just hope I don't get in trouble because of it.

— That's what we're going to talk about, Kauze. — He answered me, and in the blink of an eye we were in a room, it seemed to be a living room or something.

— You came here in the blink of an eye! You really are a vampire! — I said, completely impressed. — You have to teach me how to use these powers! Please! Please!

I put my little hands together and made an abandoned dog face, I could finally become a hero if I also used powers or something, that would seem very unrealistic, but at the same time so charming, I would finally be useful for something.

— Unfortunately, I think your age is insufficient for that. I could keep you here with me, but I have a lot of things to sort out. — he put me on the floor. — I will leave you in the care of my children, until you grow up a little more and are ready for your Kauze training. I can guarantee that you will not disappoint me. I will give you a home and I will teach you how to use your powers when you are the right age, the only thing I ask in return will be your loyalty above all else, you will do everything I ask of you, won't you?

I looked at him, this could be some kind of trap, but I also knew that part of what he said was true, if he hadn't taken me away, I might still be on the streets, so I guess the least of it I could do was be very obedient.

— Humm... Okay! I don't think I'll have any problems with that. -I smiled - Your children? Are they nice?

— Yes of course. You will like them.

The way he spoke seemed a little strange to me, I think he was lying to me, but I know I shouldn't judge people before getting to know them well.

#kauzebridgerton #kauze bridgerton #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers

[buccini555]

“𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉” - 𝐾𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑐𝒉𝑜 𝐻𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑜

✮ H e a d c a n o n !

✮ 𝑭𝒕. 𝑲𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒐

✮ You were feeling insufficient and your boyfriend wasn't around to comfort you because he had to go to another city to sort out gang issues.

𝟎𝟎:𝟎𝟎 — It's already late at night and the only light that subtly illuminates your room is the one coming from the moonlight, in your bed, this you, with thousands of thoughts running through your mind disturbed by the cruel longing you feel at that moment, you check your cell phone several times sometimes, waiting for just one message from Kakucho, despite unfortunately knowing that he is busy, not because of him, but because of the fate he chose, gang matters demand a lot from his boyfriend, but even so, Kakucho always finds one way of communicating with you and saying everything is fine or at least lying about not getting into trouble and stuff like that.

Unexpectedly, your phone on the bedside table rings, you open a smile amidst a sea of ​​tears because you know who that long-awaited call is coming from, Kakucho can't send you messages all day, so the anxiety just grows to finally hear his voice.

— I'm sorry I didn't call earlier, I was busy, I missed you, baby!

The boy speaks excitedly on the other end of the line, you can hear the tiredness in his voice despite the animation and you just answer him calmly.

Kakucho couldn't help noticing your tearful voice, he knows you very well, he always ends up finding out when you're sad no matter how much you don't want to show it.

— Baby? Are you crying?

He questioned and you can feel your boyfriend's concern, but you just replied that you was fine and just missed him.

— I miss you too, we'll see each other again soon, okay?

— Yes, Kakucho...

—Aren't you sleepy? Or did I wake you up?

—I've been waiting to hear from you.

—I'll do my best to get home soon.

Strangely, a feeling of melancholy washed over you, and clutching your cell phone tightly, tears started coming out of your eyes again.

— My love? What there was? Kakucho gets even more worried, but you just stay silent.

— B-baby?

The boy says repeatedly.

— Come home soon, please!

You make the request in a shaky voice as you try to wipe away the tears that fall onto your pillow.

— I will come back.

Kakucho tries to reassure you while planning something.

— I'm feeling so…sad…I feel like I'm not enough.

The call ended suddenly, you found it strange that your boyfriend had simply hung up, but this fact only contributed to your crying continuing, you just hung up the cell phone, thinking that Kakucho would have run out of patience and you closed your eyes to try to sleep and soon fell asleep.

A few hours passed and it was already dawn, when without waiting you woke up with the sound of a car parked at the door of your house, you quickly got out of bed to see what was going on, when you opened the window and looked at the street, Kakucho simply he was getting out of a car that you had never seen in your life with a bouquet of flowers and a smile on his face, quickly you went down the stairs and went to receive him, as soon as you saw him you questioned how he would have arrived so fast and in such a car you had never seen, he didn't even respond when he hugged you right after delivering the bouquet of flowers, you soon realized that your boyfriend had simply stolen that car and driven as fast as possible against all existing traffic laws just to make you stop to cry and feel good again.

— I told you I'd come home, didn't I? Kakucho smiled and hugged you even tighter, later handing you the flowers he bought in the morning to give you as soon as he saw you again.

— You are more than enough for me!

Kakucho gave you a brief kiss and finally you went up to the room, the tallest one was extremely tired from the rush trip, so you just ended up sleeping together and that was one of the many proofs of love you received from the best boyfriend.

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[safieblue]

New keys to manifestation ੈ✩‧₊˚

✧.* Attachments in manifestation ✧.*

and

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ 𓆩♡𓆪 Increase the speed of your manifestations 𓆩♡𓆪 ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

I think I found a key to manifestation, in what people tell you to detach or forget. Most people have problems with that because in psychology most people that manifest have an anxious attachment style so this step pushes them over their edge + plus it is usually very confusing to how to reinforce and let it go.

So I brought yall a solution today.

✧.* Manifest, want your thing, reinforce. Only and solely in the manifestation method you do - written, verbal, thought, meditation, etc - whatever it is. Make it your ritual and integrate it in the routine you want.

But,

Instead of getting obssessed about doing it all the time and not stop thinking about your manifestation to be sure you are not not being persistent - to reassure yourself,

✧.* You are going to use your manifestation ritual as a separate part of your routine, it will be a specific time of your daily life, and to fulfill your inner need to be close to your manifestation and working on it - we are going to use again our life line support list from a previous post. So you list all the things, activities, thoughts, trips, content, connections, states of mind, etc of what you want. And you are going to detach from your manifestation (its real seriousness in actively manifesting through a method) doing all of your activities that support and celebrate your manifestation. You are going to associate your manifestation with feelings of joy and ease by being in celebration of it subconsciously and already in real life - a real life demonstration of your manifestation being real already. So you also have proof, and you feel you are doing the work and you are close to it.

Amazing!

✧.* If you want your manifestation fast or to accelerate or have more of a time crunch, you can do the same, do your manifestation ritual at certain times during a period of time (day, week) and you repeat that in that schedule - you feel in control of your manifestation and have a time for it. But you are going to combine, less life line support and more inner work and some self concept. Inner work basically is going through the lessons you feel you need to learn to obtain your manifestation, those things that have been lingering, that you make a “mistake” over and over again, that are hard or painful because you did not learn to get to the other side of ease and happiness, that you feel you just have to do. Inner work is not going crazy and you do all the things that you ever thought being super humanly hard, impossible or life threatning - you should do inner work through controlled environment and methods, such as in private or with the help of a notebook, search, change of subconscious patterns or ways of operating in reality. Inner work includes shadow work as a part of it, and all in all you must feel secure and in control of what you are doing, not in a control freak way but to not let your shadows take control of you and losing yourself. Self concept is to align and increase your self esteem and awareness of yourself. All the things you consider are bad, not enough, unhappy, sad or insufficient in you, through self concept, become all the good, all the praise and all the dreams you have dreamt of. You are meant to increase your sense of self through life to meet your challenges, as to overcome them. And challenges are in themselves blocks or resistance towards manifesting.

So here you go, you are now more equipped than before.

Hope this is helpful!

A loving hug and a caring kiss,

Muah 💕

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[gayofthefae]

Thinking about how Finn said that “personal growth” and “learning things about themselves” thing not about Mike in the chair like I misremembered (I grouped it in with the “normal” line) BUT IN RESPONSE TO A QUESTION ABOUT MIKE AND EL’S RELATIONSHIP.

Listen, I know that El learned knew stuff and that is clear. But the idea that Mike learned new things about himself and went through personal growth when the primary focus was on his joint relationship implies to me that that wasn’t the only thing he was thinking about.

Also, I am thinking about the things he did need to learn about himself for the introspection required for the I love you speech, but it almost feels like an omission of more unreliable narration that we weren’t let in on the transition of him figuring that out - seemingly between the painting scene and the speech but including prior, more ambiguous scenes.

It was a payoff to him not saying I love you for both of them on the surface but actually...what was it a payoff to? Because conceptually the like structure pitch is “he can’t say I love you then he does” not the PLOT. So it is FASCINATING to me that it wasn’t emphasized to us at all. Like no further scenes to show how El feels unloved after that one scene for the rest of the season other than parallels GA wouldn’t catch. And more importantly, we did not see Mike’s inability causing him any pain or making him feel pent up. We saw it clearly causing him guilt. But there was no emphasis or representation whatsoever of what he was actually going through. The anxiety reasoning wasn’t presented until right before - in the previous episode to the speech. Everything else was ambiguous and seemed to be more guilt oriented surrounding how it made El feel that he couldn’t and the following events causing her to leave. He felt at fault for her leaving and possibly being in danger and he felt bad about how they left things. He wanted her back. But that is a separate concept from how he was feeling about being incapable of saying it even BEFORE she brought it up. If she hadn’t been hurt and there hadn’t been consequences...would he have been comfortable? What internal effect was it having? Was there torment? Was he trying to say/write it? Did he not even notice and just subconsciously omit it? 

The fact that we don’t know is what’s crazy to me. Because it means that the set up and payoff are bookended but not earned. We are told he can’t say I love you and she’s sad about it. We talk about other shit for 7 episodes (yes, including Mike, because I am not counting guilt, only explanation). Then he says I love you. EMPHASIS ON We talk about other shit for 7 episodes. It was not about them. Mike felt guilty and El was preoccupied. We are told we should care but it just feels weird. Because honestly? I DO care! But the way that the writers handled it dampened that a little bit. It didn’t ignite it. Not in a like dampening joy sense just like a flame that wasn’t tended to and died out. It wasn’t tended to. They didn’t maintain anything but “I couldn’t tell her but I wish I had told her...you know...that”. Okay so all we know total is that he wishes he had been able to tell her and she wishes he had been able to tell her but we don’t know WHY he couldn’t tell her and we only know that she wishes he HAD been able to tell her. We don’t have enough details to know if saying it now would even fix things because the thing that hurt already happened! It might fix things! But we were given insufficient information to know that!

It feels earned. But only for the people watching the show for them. It would be like Byler kissing in season 5 episode 1. It’s out of the blue. It’s unearned. The fans following subtext are excited, but your average Joe was NOT paying attention to those side details and implied subtextual messaging enough to know or care or get behind it. Nice. Good for them. Now what else is on. If you’re just a general audience member, it satisfied just enough. It’s a band aid. It’s a slapped on excuse. It’s a question’s answer spat out just for the people who don’t care enough to ask any more. “What’s gonna fix that” “I love you” “oh...ok...fixed”. It’s for the people who care about the concept of a plot conflict being resolved more than the specifics of what that conflict or resolution even are. There was a question. There was tension until it was answered. It was answered. Nobody cares what the answer was.

If you think about it, there is only a setup and payoff - no build. That’s not how that goes. That’s not how writing works - at least not when you’re trying for that. You can’t just say “I want this”, wait a while and then give it to them. They didn’t do anything to achieve it. Mike was venting but we didn’t watch him do any sort of work on himself or introspection or anything really to achieve what he seemed to. Even his reaction to the big thing that supposedly would cause that adjustment wasn’t shown to us. And El’s plot wasn’t even about that at all. If anything, the fight was a driving force for her to run into the arms of her main plot. They essentially created a clear and easy setup, executed an unrelated complicated and planned plot, and then were like “oh yeah” and wrote an ending.

Except, obviously, they didn’t. They would have done that if they didn’t care. But they do care. Which is why it was purposeful.

It’s just like what I just said about the M&M’s season 3 season in the hospital being right in the middle of the action. They don’t want you to care about their romantic relationship. They don’t want you to be against it and they want you to be in support of them in general, which is why they have plenty of scenes with focus like the pineapple pizza scene - platonic and happy. But multiple of their payoffs are plotlines are deprioritized. From the start. Mike and Lucas were fighting and they needed to stick together to find Will - One of El’s narrative functions there being to drive them apart to hinder that ability. Mike was with Will and El was finding her family. El was with Max. It was one-sided). El was regaining her memories and Mike was struggling with guilt.

They have always either had other primary focus or only one of them was focused on the other. And what did all these seasons end with? They kissed after bonding, but amidst a focus of Mike and Lucas’ fighting and overcoming for the sake of friendship. They went to the Snow Ball together, but after spending the whole season with other people. They got back together, but after one of them not initiating anything in that regard (ironically, her grief caused her focus to shift - not that it wasn’t one of her focuses it just wasn’t #1). Mike said I love you, but only after she spent the whole season working through her lab trauma. Their plots were not buildups to their payoffs. They never have been. Because their payoffs have always been romantic. But the little moments sprinkled out have been what’s really important. While it hasn’t been emphasized like the unearned moments, it has been there throughout. ( Also I don’t know where to add this in but the distraction of Max cutting the speech off aka being a priority basically saying “other things are still happening” just like the cuts in the hospital scene did: “there are more important things” was more of the energy than them feeling connected at all.)

Because their platonic relationship may not be the big music swell, but it’s what will stick with you. Because those are the moments that were given the time and the true focus. They weren’t distracted from. Because those platonic moments are both the most important ones FROM their relationship and their relationship is not the most important thing from their individual storylines. So the built up arcs, the earned ones, have been something different. Not gonna list again but prime example: El telling Brenner no and standing confident in her decision rather than being told “I love you”.

They have important moments together but the moments that would supposedly end their arc for the season are unearned because the romantic nature and what they actually are was previously referenced but not built up. The moments given the time of day were not buildup or payoffs at all, but rather little in between moments where they simply enjoyed one another or offered understanding and support. Their plots are romantic and that’s why they don’t work. Because the most important part of their relationship has always been just being there. 

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[randomthefox]

"lol it's so cringe and laughable that Sage is having a sad song flashback montage where she reminisces over happy memories of Eggman and there's only like three scenes and they're all of Eggman being a selfish dickhead what overwrought melodrama!"

Like. Yeah.

That's the point.

After the development Sage has had she now views the relationship Sonic has with his friends as desireable. Enviable. "A family born of love and not genetics" which is "everything I want." She is NOT genetically related to Eggman, because she has no genetics she's an AI. She WANTS to have a loving family with Eggman, which obviously means she DOES NOT HAVE THAT. You can't WANT what you already HAVE. She wishes she had with Eggman what Sonic has with Tails and the others. She's ashamed and upset at herself for letting her view of Sonic change so much that now she's wishing she had the love that he has, Love that which she previously dismissed as "an emotional status too vague and varied in its definition."

She could ONLY define love based on her pre-established data that Eggman designed her to have access too. But now she's witnessed what love truly is in person by observing Sonic. And now she wishes she had it, which means she knows she does not possess it.

She even GUARDEDLY asks Sonic for reassurance as to the suggestion that Eggman cares about her. WHY WOULD SHE ASK HIM THAT if she wasn't doubting it being true?

The importance of Roger Craig Smith's delivery cannot be overstated here, btw.

Sonic knows better than anybody that Eggman caring about someone is not a wholesome uwu nuclear family father of the year type deal lol.

So Sage's wistful memories while desiring "a family born of love" are to think back on

Eggman yelling at her for disappointing him and for suggesting something he doesn't approve of.

Him saying that he'll take her back home once they're done on the Starfall Islands and her asking if Orbot and Cubot qualify as her brothers.

And him saying that he's proud of her for keeping him protected from the dangers of cyberspace. (Which SHE trapped him inside of in the first place btw).

The fact these interactions are HILARIOUSLY insufficient to try and construct a foundation of a loving family onto is THE ENTIRE POINT. Sage is crying because she's heartbrokenly jealous. She sees the power and the value of genuine and pure familial love which she lacks with Eggman and she now longs for it. Sonic has corrupted her with his influence.

She's also crying because she thinks they're all gonna die when The End breaks out yes, and now she cares about Sonic and doesn't want him to die and it was easier to accept his inevitable death when he was just The Enemy. She's dealing with a lot of emotions right now lol.

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