#self isolating bs

[dastardly-crows]

Every time I see someone say "find a better way to cope" when referring to writing or reading fiction, I have to fight back the urge to start laughing hysterically.

Buddy, pal, dude, writing and reading fiction is the better way of coping.

#not only is it really shitty to act like you know how to deal with someone elses issues more than they do #its also wild to put fiction into the same category as actual bad coping skills / methods #ppl will cope by abusing others by using drugs by self harm by isolation by spending money #you know like... actually... harmful.... shit #im never going to use the term proship/proshipper for myself bc i dont ship or anything #and the issue with censoring isnt just with ships and fandom #pro fiction #i also hate the term antiship / antishipper #the terms feel like such bs tbh #i rlly love the “fuck proshitters >:(” thing in dnis tho bc its so... funny... and edgy #tags for reach #proship #fuck antishippers #fuck antis

[strixhaven]

You know, if there’s one thing I do miss about early 2010s tumblr and is something that I wish the broader site could have a wider, much more nuanced conversation about, it’s the openness with which people used to discuss self-harm. Early 2010s tumblr was by no means a very healthy outlet or place to talk about issues like mental health, how it manifests, how to cope with it—especially with regards to self-harm—but the shift from a deeply problematic openness and semi-romanticization to quietly adopting the predominant cultural attitude of outright silence, denial, and shame when it comes to self-harm is… more of a lateral move than anything else. For as much absolutely terrible shit that era of tumblr came with, the loss of open discussion about recovery, alternative coping mechanisms, celebrations about stopping, and encouragements that life still goes on even with self-harm as a presence in it is something that I do genuinely wish the site and people more broadly would embrace again.

I completely understand people not wanting to talk about their own experiences, though. Self-harm is often deeply tied to some of the darkest times in a person’s life, and how people navigate and feel about those times and how they relate to it is something that should be completely up to them. But in the few times I’ve seen people on the site actually broach the subject of self-harm, of living with it, of quitting, and of having it as a part of your past, it’s just an immediate barrage of people accusing them of romanticization for merely mentioning self-harm, people asking that they hide their bodies and experiences as something inherently traumatizing for everyone else to acknowledge, and overall making it very clear that this is not a struggle or a part of your life you can ever discuss openly. The readiness with which so many people will make you try to feel shame and disgust about your own body and mental health as a way to vent their own shame, denial, and disgust at themselves is unreal. It’s a whole-hearted embrace of the broader cultural narrative surrounding self-harm and mental health that seeks to keep its most ugly aspects hidden in order to pretend it’s not a problem that has to be dealt with.

Again, I do not begrudge anybody for not wanting to talk about their own experiences with self-harm, but I genuinely think this wide-scale sidelining and refusal to discuss self-harm and tumblr’s relationship with it is just as much of a problem. It is a deeply isolating and incredibly disheartening thing to have gone through, to know others have gone through, and to know that it’s something you’re likely never going to be able to bring up to other people. The greatest comfort I’ve found and the ability to make peace with my history of self-harm and scars has come from hearing other people just acknowledging their relationship to it and refusing to be shamed for what they endured, how they coped, and what they felt like they had to do to stay alive.

With the more nuanced, open discussions of the “uglier” and less-acknowledged aspects of mental health slowly becoming more common and more mainstream, the absence of self-harm from these conversations only becomes more and more noticeable, and I sincerely hope that the void it’s left is filled with the care and attention this topic deserves. With how on the rise self-harm and suicidality are amongst teens and young adults, as people who’ve lived through and with self-harm as a presence in our lives, I feel like it’s incumbent upon us to be more open and available to discuss these things so nobody else has to deal with the pain that comes from silence and shame about it.

#mb if this isn’t super incoherent and fully baked i just have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this topic #i know there’s pockets of people discussing this in much more nuanced ways but they’re often very niche and tend to get bombarded #with a lot of bad-faith bs from people who sincerely seem to believe that any acknowledgement of the existence of self-harm is inherently #harmful. and as i said i genuinely think the worst thing you can do as someone who used to self-harm is encourage that kind of shame and #silencing of people who want to be open about this subject. the isolation that comes from knowing but never being able to talk about it #is so awful man. #just something i wish people talked about more overall #cw self harm #cw discussion of self harm #cw self-harm #discussion of self-harm #long post #here’s another brick of text from me ig #bees posting

[istanbulite]

well i got a bad feeling now....

#going to do a lil melancholic run at the gym sims3 style #sigh #why out of nowhere #i mean..i know Why #su.txt #-_- #my socials must b red now if i were in sims #stop self isolating damn it!!!! #i also kinda...getting cold feet abt work tmorrow #well at least its ending #imagine doing this dumb bs for years

[kindnessoverperfection]

upset about the fact that people think it's cute and trendy to talk about ppl with EDs as if they're just like "haha im ugly lol i'm shallow and vain and fatphobic <3"

like please do 2 seconds of research on EDs and stop spitting vitriol at ppl with a life-threatening illness who hate themselves deeply and have a 10% death rate thanks

#ed discussion / #like yeah there are people who act cruelly to others and take their own stuff out on other people. it's like that with every mental illness #there's a whole range of experiences with eds that i just can not cover in the tags of a post #and one of my loved ones has an ed and internalized fatphobia from many years of deep trauma. and they DO struggle w/seeing other people #in certain ways & will occasionally make a judgmental comment #but it's something they're holding themself accountable for and feel guilty about and actively working on and addressing and challenging. #and they're really supportive of body positivity and are trying to get better. but when you grow up like that it doesn't happen overnight #and as for me i've never seen other people like that. it's not like that for me. i think fatphobia is stupid as fuck and know all the #reasons why it is. i think society and beauty standards are complete BS. at its core it isn't about the food or weight #it's about trying to avoid mistreatment & false associations with oppressive/capitalist beauty standards=love & #coping mechanisms & addiction & isolation & attempting to exert control over traumatic situations through self-destruction #it's not ''lol im stupid and shallow and vain'' for anyone and i wish people would stop talking about it like it is. #had someone talk about how their friend's mom LITERALLY starved her and now she makes self-deprecating comments about her own #body (but says nice things about other people). then they IMMEDIATELY went on to talk very angrily about that friend for doing that. #and i was like?????? oh my GOD??? #like if it's triggering to hear those comments that's totally understandable and please let her know. those comments can be triggering for #me too. but why do people treat people with EDs so horribly #it's terrible

[sleepy-vix]

i feel so bad when i can't show how much i care for my friends because i'm always self isolating and i'm scared of intimacy and complimenting makes me feel awkward so i dont know if they know that i do care its just that im bad at showing it and im scared they think i hate them and theyll leave me but i dont hate them and im just too burnt out to really make an effort even though i want to

#i purposely ignore their texts sometimes too bc i want time to myself which is honestly bs bc im always having time to myself #is it selfish of me to constantly self isolate? #but like i dont rlly want to stop tbh its been working fine for me and its the only way i can regulate the unknowns that could happen #idk maybe i should just cut everyone off and let them free or smtg #sleepy vix #...

[mysticheathenn]

What's Toxic And Positive About You?

Hi, Hexlings!

Remember to take what resonates and leave what does not. This reading does not supplement your need to seek professional help.

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Pile l:

Toxic Traits: (Tarot: Temperance (Reversed), Page of Swords, Ace or Pentacles (Reversed), Ace of Cups, 9 of Swords)

Pile l you have multiple toxic traits about yourself. Some of you happen to, unfortunately, be overspenders, and when overspenders I am not speaking about needing to buy things you need I am speaking about when you are not well let's say anxious, depressed, or just feel too many emotions and are always in your head you tend to release some of this stress by overspending but then complain about how you don't have much money or if not complain you panic after seeing the damage you have done which keeps you in a constant loop of always feeling down about yourself and hating life. You love to self-sabotage a lot in almost all areas of your life especially when things are going good for you. It's as if you don't want to be happy or even allow the smallest of sunshine into your life because something will snuff it out and the hope and positive feelings you had for that small light at the end of the tunnel now have left you feel empty. Another toxic trait that isn't too toxic it's just how you go about it which is being delusional. Some of you have delusions about everything but not in the sense of manifestation or trying to see the good in life, your delusions sometimes tend to be harmful because you like to give people the benefit of the doubt and constantly overlook red flags and signs. Not even just that but you may sometimes even gaslight yourself when it comes to not believing certain things to be true.

Positive Traits: (Tarot: 6 of Wands, Hanged Man, 4 of Pentacles, 7 of Cups (reversed), 2 of Swords)

Some of you are a walking contradiction. While you may self-sabotage, gaslight, or even tolerate bs from others at the same time you also don't tolerate bs from some people. It's as if you literally pick and choose which battles you decide to bring into your life. Let's take for an example you may not tolerate BS in your friend group but in romantic life or even career-wise you take everything little crumb like a good girl and then some. You also are patient and have determination/ambitions to see not only yourself win but others as well. There is no hater bone in your body pile l. You are also decisive on what you want out of life while sometimes you may face indecision for a large portion you know what you want and you won't take anything less. Again you are a walking contradiction, haha.

Pile ll:

Toxic Traits: (Tarot: The Hermit / 4 of Pentacles (Reversed), 7 of Wands, 7 of Swords, 3 of Wands)

As pile l, you have several constant toxic traits you show on the regular pile ll. When it comes to the hermit card some of you don't know how to be alone. You constantly need to be around someone because you need some sort of validation that either you are doing something right, to validate how pretty you are, or whatever insecurity it is that you have you like for it to be validated but not just that pile ll you just don't like being by yourself because you don't like to deal with the thoughts you refuse to heal. Then there is the other half when it comes to the hermit card that likes to isolate too much. You never leave the house, you cancel plans to the point I feel some of your friends stop inviting you places and you sometimes get mad because you still want to be asked even if you're going to say no. Another toxic trait is people pleasing, you lack the boundary and the vocabulary of the word no. You can't tell anyone no to the point where you don't see sometimes the damage it's doing to your life. Some of you do see this but have the mentality of liking to make others happy but....what about yourself boo?? Then there is the last of you who love to gossip, any and everything you always have the tea ready to spill to anyone who will listen. Your cup is either always empty to have it poured into with gossip or overflowing so you can tell someone. This energy is giving sometimes you are a hater, haha. Not all of you just a few.

Positive Traits: (Tarot: 2 of Pentacles, Page of Pentacles, 8 of wands, Queen of Cups, 4 of Cups (Reversed)

You are emotionally mature. You have a handle over your emotions pile ll. Whenever someone pisses you off you can take a step back and assess the situation before it escalates. I have no clue why but I feel some of you may work in customer service. I felt this during your toxic trait reading but it didn't feel right to mention but now seeing your positive traits I definitely feel and sense you may work in a field where "the customer is always right." You are also resourceful and take initiative in your life. You don't sit around waiting for anyone to give you directions or what to do with your life, you just do it. If you sense you need a better routine you make the time to assess your life or if anything in general isn't working you can be honest with yourself (sometimes) and say this isn't working I need to change something. You also may have a knack for learning new things.

Pile lll:

Toxic Trait: (Tarot: Queen of Wands / 10 of Swords (Reversed), The Moon, 5 of Swords, 10 of Pentacles)

Your toxic traits aren't toxic pile lll they are more of you not seeing your worth. You allow people to put you down and speak to you anyway because you lack confidence. You lack boundaries and honestly, this pile gives me the vibe of depression. Some of you are just so tired that you allow certain people and aspects of your life to walk all over you. You don't fight back you just take it. You also don't believe that good things can happen for you with the 10 of cups. You have a hard time believing that anyone wants to do anything nice for you without wanting something in return. You also believe you are worthy of anything nice. A lot of this stems from possibly childhood if not childhood from trauma you have endured during your lifetime. You have been through the ringer and you just don't have much of a fight let alone a f*ck to give to anyone or thing. You also have issues with being seen. As I mentioned you lack confidence but I feel this is more so of a sense that you feel like a burden and you take up too much space. Some of you may be overweight and let the public cast their ugly words at you as if you don't deserve to live. *Hugs* There's always one pile I always need to hug in these readings. This time for once it's pile lll.

Positive Traits: (Tarot: 9 of Swords, The Magician, The Priestess, 2 of Swords, 2 of Cups (reversed))

You are highly intuned with your intuition pile ll I'm also seeing that you are a powerful manifester. 7 Rings by Ariana Grande just played in my head where she says "I want it, I got it." While you do go through mental issues and self-worth one thing about you that you don't lack is knowing that good things do happen in your life. I feel this pile might be my divinely protected pile. I feel some of you probably have watched others play in your face and also get what was coming to them. While I want to go into grave details about your positive traits pile ll your mental is really wanting to take over your reading. It's as if you don't believe you have any good traits. Yeah sure you may exhibit kindness here and there but overall you just see yourself as a regular human being just having common decency and manners that were taught from childhood. Again it's as if you are hiding or downplaying your good qualities to the point I don't even know what kind of person you are that's how bad you need are hiding.

That's all I have for everyone. I hope you enjoyed this reading. Until next time, stay safe and blessed.

#spirituality #tarot reading #tarotcommunity #tarotblr #tarot cards #pick a card #witchblr #pac tarot #pick a pile #pac reading #pick a photo #pick a picture

[odinsblog]

The fucking CDC went from, “please quarantine and self-isolate for 10 days,” to “back to normal back to work now self-isolate for only 5 days,” to “stay your mf ass at work even if you do have Covid, none of that self-isolation bs”

Idgaf what the cdc says you better stay your mf ass home

#politics #idgafwtcdcsybsymfah #coronavirus #cdc #covid-19 #capitalism #self isolation #quarantine

[princessjojo-x]

AriesVenus ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

💝 since he is naturally quick to make decisions & take action, he doesn’t hesitate to make the first move & take a bold approach. he’ll literally dive headfirst into romantic ventures & rush the talking stage, especially if it’s with a partner whom excites him. he doesn’t even look before leaping in & he finds out later on whether it was a good decision. sometimes his motion is so fiery, he ends up unintentionally turning off or scaring away potential love interests but he usually doesn’t care. despite him liking challenges, if he’s rejected, he’ll stop chasing.

💝 his impulsive, fiery & passionate approach, while intoxicating at first, often results in a pattern of short-lived rxships. he mistakes attraction with love, which is why he falls in ‘love’ so quickly. however, he falls out of love just as quick as he falls in love. he feels love so intensely & strongly that most times there’s nothing left to feel. he’s quick to move on once the allure wears off as he easily becomes complacent & bored. he seeks an adrenaline inducing & fast-paced romance. he dates for the excitement & fun of having a new crush.

💝 all cardinal venus signs tend to stop making efforts in their rxships once they get the person they were chasing. then they’ll either leave or complain bc of how boring things got.

💝 he naturally rejects too much comfort & routine bc he feels it only results in boredom & stagnation. his rxships need to be challenging, varied, interesting or crazy to keep him interested. this can cause him to choose bad partners due to his desire of an intense rxship. when his rxships become dull he is not afraid to spice things up by being bratty or teasing her. he can even create issues just to keep the sparks alive. arguing turns him but it can feel draining for more sensitive women.

💝 he tends to prioritise his own desires making him disloyal, unpredictable & impulsive. he can be self centred with a big ego. if you don't show interest immediately as he enters a room he’s done. he expects & demands respect but doesn’t necessarily give it in return. this is where his reputation for being immature comes from.

💝 if he likes you he’ll light up when he talks to you, becoming very energetic & active (you might not notice but people who know him well will). he won’t be overly eager to talk s3xually with you & he may treat you like a friend.

💝 he is obsessive, demanding & protective with his partner. he may ask himself out on her behalf. he may try to impose his own identity on his partner. he wants to know & feel that you are his person & are not scared to show that.

💝 he can never fully commit himself to someone, he’s always keeping a part of his inner self isolated from the rxship.

💝 the best part abt him is you’ll always know where you stand with him as he never holds back & always keeps it real.

💝 even when he means well he may have an argumentative tone that can be easily misunderstood by others. despite his bossy nature, he doesn’t like being bossed around. he’ll call you out on your bs but doesn’t like being called out himself.

💝 he seems confident on the surface but his self esteem is fragile. he needs validation from others, he judges himself harshly & he struggles to recover from embarrassment. this explains why he this is why he tries to impress & flex for women a lot.

Turn On’s:

💝 he finds the early stages of the rxship & the initial chase more important than the final catch. he loves to be challenged & kept on his toes. he loves “winning” your affection. the tighter you hold him, the more likely he is to run away. he wants what he cant have & he desires romance that is unattainable to him. (always let a fire venus chase you a lil bit).

💝 he likes “open" women who are easy to read. don’t contemplate or wonder too much if you should do, be, have, say, etc, anything with him. let yourself be bc with him you can be comfortable.

💝 he likes a woman who is sure of herself & what she wants. don’t love him more than you love yourself. if you give too much, it slightly shows a lack of self-respect which turns him off very quickly.

💝 he likes a woman who holds an immense personal power. he doesn’t like the damsel-in-distress or cinderella archetype or at all.

💝 he doesn’t mesh well with the “opposites attract” concept; he’s attracted to someone similar to himself (spontaneous, passionate, fiery, sociable, honest, direct, adventurous, dominant, risk-taking, brave & confident). someone just as strong or even stronger than him bc he loves competition. someone who has masculine energy & can match his passion to avoid boredom (don’t be afraid to use your sex appeal). someone just as assertive as him who can handle his strong temperament. be an independent & active women, he’ll be in your pocket.

💝 he loves playfulness, adventure, adrenaline & chaos as his inner child needs to be stimulated (humour, physical movement & surprises!).

💝 aries rules the head so he enjoys head massages & oral.

💝 to impress him, wear edgy & tomboy outfits with fiery, bold, bright colours.

💝 any form of exercise with him would be a good idea bc he loves the idea of sweating with his partner.

💝 he wants to feel sexy, strong, confident & providing when with his partner. sometimes you have to let him take the lead, let him save you & let him take credit for a good idea. he believes he is special & he wants to be treated this way. when he makes his lover feel unique, he’s secretly wishing this will be reciprocated in the same intensity. not to mention, all fire venus’s want a passionate partner who is proud of them. they want you to encourages them to be confident & expressive, usually do to lacking this from parents growing up.

Turn Off’s:

💝 he can’t stand the concept of becoming one with his lover. if he instinctively feels he’s become too involved & his independence is being threatened, he’ll pull back.

💝 he dislikes boring & lazy partners; eg telling him you don’t wanna go out & have fun, you just wanna chill at home .

💝 he dislikes passive & shy partners who can’t speak up for themselves & are too scared too disagree with him.

💝 if you do something to try make him feel insecure in himself (same for all fire venus) eg telling him he’s too much or too energetic & that he needs to “chill” .

#astro notes #astrology #venus signs #aries venus

[sadlynotthevoid]

Just once, I would like to see ogCale not to let Ron get away with his usual lemonade antics. Specially in react fics and double specially if it's Cale!Rok Soo.

What "Ohoho, young master"? You're not his butler anymore. What "intimidate him with his benign smile"? He wasn't scared of him before nor when he was a toddler, why would he be scared now? Because he's an assassin? What is he going to do, kill him? Bold of you to assume Cale fears his own death.

Ron, holding a glass of lemonade: *appears*

OgCale: You hold no power over me. *proceeds to drink strawberry milkshake*

Boy changed an apocalyptic world for other less in the edge of total destruction and decided "yes, I can work with this".

Despite he had gone through two decades of war and solitude, and before that he walked through his daily life in basically self isolation for people who barely interacted with him, he still goes around fighting monsters and calling people in higher charges than his for their bs with a smile on his face.

A single assassin? He wasn't scared of him when he was a kid, why would he fear him now?

#og cale #og cale henituse #ron molan #lcf #og cale is the bold one #he's also a big softie for his dear ones #but that's not the point this time #his only fears are his family and the people he cares for getting hurt or losing them #a bit concerning but he seems to be learning the concept of self care #heniroksoo

[maximotts]

𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 (𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡) 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 • 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓 & 𝑛. 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: well well well... here we are... all I can say is please don't yell at me for where I had to cut this fic. It just makes the most sense for everything that happens. If you only care about the smut and not the reconciliation of emotions, you'll want to wait for tomorrow's part! I am once again asking that people pls not yell at me for this, I promise you're getting literally 11 pages of smut in pt. 7 tomorrow!

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; D/S dynamics; emotional submission; smutty intentions/leadup; yelling/ loud conflict; physical intimidation; coercion; Wanda being at her fucking limit with Natasha's bs; a lil gaslighting; the typical red flags that come with these ladies convincing R not to be scared of their behavior, but also a lot of emotions because Natasha loves her wife.. what a simp

summary: Private Hire AU; Natasha knows Wanda isn't one to be messed with. That does nothing to stop her from doing so- or bringing you along with her. But Wanda won't stand for it.

words: 3.6K

private hire au. || main masterlist.

The next day was hard, Wanda hitting you with pointed glares from the time you stepped out of your bedroom and following you all the way down the hallway. It was terrible to feel her eyes on you in such a way; she’d stared at you before, but never with so much contempt and the embarrassed guilt was eating you alive. Natasha unfortunately was too pleased with herself to help you make Wanda feel better; any mention of it was met with a mildly irritated scoff. As much as she said Wanda would get over it, you knew Natasha was still trying to get over the hurt her neglected dinner brought. 

This time though, Natasha brought you into their domestic spat and you figured you could end it. You saw Wanda in the kitchen, back against the counter, eyes fixed on the dirty pot that once held Natasha’s Valentine’s Day gift. She didn’t look particularly upset in that moment, more contemplative, and you hoped that just maybe if you found just the right words, Wanda would listen to what you had to say. No matter how many ways you rationalized it to yourself though, the situation scared you. “Hey uhm.. Wanda?”

Wanda snapped from her thoughts and instantly her brow furrowed again, a deep scowl set on her soft features. “What do you want?”

It stung, but at least it wasn’t a full rejection. She was waiting impatiently for your answer, like she couldn’t wait to be rid of you and never before had you longed harder for Wanda’s constant need to be around you. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“Stop. I don’t care.” Your face was puzzled, clearly she cared. You didn’t have the mental energy to deal with two stubborn women, but you didn’t know why you ever expected anything else. Just as you were about to offer a rebuttal, she raised a hand and with the slight shake of her hand you knew she was struggling not to physically shut you up. “I said, I don’t want to hear it. Take the hint and walk away.”

It was taking everything in Wanda not to fully snap at you, trying desperately to reign herself in. Her anger was with both of you, but mostly Natasha. She knew what an asshole she was being; her wife had taken advantage of her absence to hit her right where she knew it would hurt, meddling just enough to annoy her without breaking any of their established rules. Wanda just hated that you’d been too blind to see through it.

Your concern for Wanda loomed large, but self-preservation kept you quiet. There wasn’t another word between you two before you walked away, but Wanda had never been this upset with you and although your heart was heavy, you knew to give the brunette her space.

The day went on like that, Wanda isolating herself while you chose to stay around Natasha, hoping that if something else did happen, at least you’d have her to hopefully back you up. Of course Natasha took great pride in this, using every opportunity she could to whisper naughty promises in your ear as she passed or pinch you so you yelped. Each time you were sure even if you couldn’t see Wanda, she’d seen the two of you and when Natasha made a big show of deciding to sleep in your room, you were shocked the door didn’t fall off of its hinges with how hard Wanda slammed it. That night you were sure Wanda was going to kill you; there was no way she didn’t hear the desperate noises Natasha pulled from you when her hands went roaming.

“You really are a squirmy one, aren’t you?” 

“It’s your fault…” you shuddered, Natasha licking a lewd trail up the column of your throat. If it was just the two of you, maybe you’d have let your eyes flutter closed. But Wanda was glaring daggers into the display her wife was putting on with you from across the couch and you were scared she was seconds away from actually stabbing you both. If it was up to you, you would’ve apologized by now and really you did try, but after yesterday’s confrontation in the kitchen you figured only time could make Wanda come around. You feared that time may never come if Natasha didn’t take an hour off from tormenting the brunette. The couch felt so big, but so small— with one lunge Wanda could be on you both and while you didn’t know exactly what she was capable of, it was too hard to guess. 

The tension was killing you, yes, but mostly you missed Wanda. She’d never been this mad at you, especially not for this long and despite how often Natasha whispered reassurances that she’d never let Wanda actually hurt you, it was torture not to be able to curl up to her how you’d gotten used to. “Natasha, when are you going to get tired of being so insufferable? I’m bored.”

The redhead scoffed, putting her head atop yours to peer over at her wife. “Right after you get tired of being a stubborn child-” It didn’t take long for them to switch languages, something they only did when they didn’t want you to hear a conversation or if their emotions were running dangerously high. Part of you wished it was the first option, but you knew better. 

Natasha came back first, only to bring you back to the center of attention, “You can’t be upset over what happens when you refuse to come home. We had a lovely Valentine’s Day and you were welcome to join us.” She pulled you further onto her lap and as she put more distance between you and your other boss, you didn’t miss the small twitch of Wanda’s hand as she struggled not to reach out for you. Even though she resisted, your heart fluttered that on some level, she wasn’t completely done with you.

“You can’t be upset when I don’t show up for a surprise!” Wanda sat up straighter now, having exhausted the last of her patience seeing not only Natasha so damn smug all weekend, but also how you cowered into her when she dared shift closer. Like you were scared of her. Frustration, hurt, and envy had her seeing green and she wanted whatever this weekend had turned into over.

“How dare you call me a child when you’re the one who can’t even bring herself to say she got her feelings hurt because I had to take care of something and didn’t magically know you’d planned dinner!”  Wanda crept closer as she yelled, her uncharacteristically loud voice echoing through the large living room. “You are rarely romantic and it’s never on some stupid marketing holiday; I couldn’t have known any better so get the fuck over it!” She was close enough that you felt her looming over you, could see her intensity up close. It took everything in you not to take your chances with leaping off the couch and fleeing the room— but then her head bent to look at you. 

“And you,” If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear you saw actual fire behind those eyes. “I don’t even want to look at you right now. Do I treat you so terribly that when I leave for one week, I come back to you begging my wife to fuck you? Are you really that stupid to not know what she was doing?” A glance away let you take in her shaking shoulders, the definition of seething mad. 

While Wanda was tense with rage, you were equally so— with fear. Reasoning with her was hard, but you’d done it before. Never with something this big, but maybe if you could just explain- “I’m not! I mean, I didn’t-”

“Shut up, I’m talking.” Oh.

Natasha tried to put distance between the two of you, trading places so you sat on the other side of her. To her, this was nothing. She could handle Wanda in any mood, but some were more dangerous than others and this was one you had no hope of solving. “Wands, don’t-”

“I said, Be. Quiet.” Wanda grabbed you before Natasha could stop her, blunt nails digging into your soft flesh without a singular care for how you cried out. On instinct you reared back, but to no avail; as small as Wanda looked, she was too strong for you to pry off. Your eyes darted from your stinging forearm to Wanda’s unwavering glare; the only action you could take was to whimper. “If she wants to be a traitorous little slut then I’m going to treat her like one.”

“Wanda. Stop it. Now.” It was rare Natasha came between Wanda and the object of her irritation, having learned early on it only pissed her off further as well as put herself in the line of fire, but this -whatever Wanda was thinking- was too much. Natasha wouldn’t let you get hurt for her mistakes, especially knowing how much Wanda would regret scaring you any further. Enamored with her as you were, there were always limits. 

You didn’t know when tears started falling down your face, but as Natasha successfully wrenched Wanda’s grip loose, the first thing you did was try and hide any evidence of them. It wasn’t working, emotions overwhelming you still as you choked on a sob. Through blurry eyes you could see Natasha standing bent at the waist in front of Wanda, their faces inches apart while the redhead held her angry wife down with a calmness you could never hope to have. “You are out of control and I’ve had it. Calm down.”

No matter how she struggled, Natasha was stronger than Wanda and with her arms stuck to her sides on the couch, all she could do was snarl out her rage. “I’m not the one trying to upset her spouse because she’s sad! I’ve had just about enough of you.” Wanda gave you a quick once over that made you feel small as a mouse, but as she turned to do the same to Nat, the older woman didn’t even flinch. 

“If you think jumping in her bed and putting on disgusting displays of affection as if I’m not right here is going to make me forgive you, Natalia, you’re pitifully wrong.” You’d never regretted a lapse in judgment more in your life. If you could take your after dinner dalliance with Natasha back, you would in an instant, no matter how good it felt. You hadn’t known you were doing anything wrong, certainly not that Wanda would take it so heavily, but Natasha knew. Whatever she did set Wanda off so pointedly, it couldn’t have been a mistake. Natasha had plotted and poked until she hit just the nerve she wanted to with Wanda, some piece of her she hadn’t shared with you yet. 

Lack of knowledge left you powerless to fix this mess; thankfully Natasha had just figured it out. Wanda’s words made the last piece click and instantly, the typically stubborn woman felt regret stab her through the heart. “Is that it? Did you feel neglected?”

When Wanda’s only response was to huff and look away, Natasha’s suspicions were confirmed. She’d stopped fighting, now hopefully she’d start listening. In all their years together, Nat knew there was no use trying to apologize until she identified the problem. It took time and sometimes her actions made things a little worse before they got better, but it was always worth it. 

Natasha hadn’t apologized immediately because, at that moment, she wasn’t sorry. By the time she realized Wanda wasn’t going to let this go with a passing insult and temporary cold shoulder, she was too annoyed with her to understand where Wanda’s irritation stemmed from. Instead she threw salt in the wound, continuing to use you as a pawn in her selfish game, daring Wanda to challenge her. Natasha got the fight she sought, but it wasn’t shallow or fun like she thought; Wanda was acting out of genuine hurt and scaring you in the process; that was never her goal. “Did you come home, see us at the table and think we’d forgotten about you?”

You were in disbelief as Wanda stayed silent, her tense posture slumping as Natasha exposed her true feelings. How she’d gotten all of that from Wanda’s silent treatment turned spiteful outburst, you didn’t know, but you were grateful. Between feeling helpless and frightened, your mind had barreled towards the worst, fearing your actions were unforgivable in your boss’ vengeful eyes. Still, when you saw her now, Wanda wasn’t angry; she was sad. “I missed you, Wanda…I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.”

She didn’t look at you, but she didn’t snap either. It was better than last time you’d said something to her a few minutes ago; you’d take any bit of progress at this point. But Natasha wanted better, “What do we say when people apologize, Wanda?” 

“Don’t do it again.” The redhead sighed, but gave Wanda a kiss to the forehead anyways. Wanda could hold onto anger like no other, but speaking to you was a sign she was at least on her way to letting it go. That was more than she could say for how some people had fared. You’d be alright, Natasha would work on it.

“Fine… You know I love you?” Natasha’s voice was lower now, quiet enough for her words to clearly be for her wife alone; you felt as if you were spying. When she kissed her properly it was sweet and slow; when Natasha pulled away, Wanda went with her until her restrained arms kept her down. “I shouldn’t have pushed you so far, that wasn’t right. I love you, I’m sorry.”

You had a feeling that would be the only time you ever heard Natasha Romanoff apologize for anything, especially with such vulnerability. The words were simple but effective, Wanda letting out a deep breath you were sure she had to have been holding in since she first laid eyes on you in the dining room. Nervous hands were freed soon after Natasha determined Wanda would no longer lash out, but despite her calmer demeanor, you still flinched away when she reached out for you.

The action stung, you’d never refused her touch before; the last thing she wanted was to leave you truly afraid. Wanda knew her emotions tended to get the best of her sometimes; Natasha, rock steady as she was, acknowledged it and loved her, outbursts and all. But there was nothing in your arrangement that said you had to be the same and she never wanted to keep you from fear alone. 

Wanda knew that fear all too well; she’d never wish such cruelty on a treasured thing like you. She tried once more, offering a small apologetic smile, touching the hand closest to her. Words couldn’t express how relieved she was when you stayed still, gentle fingers now stroking over where your wrist dully throbbed. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of me now? I won’t hurt you, love.”

So many responses swirled in your head, trying to decide whether to silence that internal warning bell and listen to Wanda or to run away. You couldn’t bring yourself to give up her soothing touch on your red skin. When Natasha encouraged you forward and you followed until Wanda successfully brought you into a warm embrace, you were sure you picked the right choice. “I should’ve been better and waited, I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry. I left Natasha in charge and you were just doing what you were told, weren’t you?” Wanda felt your nod more than saw it, once again narrowing her focus at her wife who just rolled her eyes. When she looked your way this time, it was with her typical tender ways, cuddling you close in apology for her earlier behavior. She’d missed holding you while she was away, had been looking forward to it every day since she left, now she was two days overdue and intent on soothing any lingering hesitation. “But I’m still your favorite? You’re still my darling little dove?”

“Of course, mommy,” The title slipped out before you could fix it, but Wanda didn’t comment on it. Instead she chose to leave kisses everywhere she could reach and while she covered your cheeks in lipstick smudges, you wondered if she was just trying to make up for lost time or outdo the number Natasha had given you over the weekend. Either way, it left you blushing terribly. 

Natasha sat next to Wanda, enjoying the calm after the storm that was Wanda. She let Wanda take her time with ensuring your comfort; that was as important as anything. After the two of you had settled, Wanda burying her face in your hair while you contently snuggled in her lap, Natasha gingerly guided the brunette’s head away with two fingers until Wanda had her eyes on her. “This is very sweet, but I can’t just forget your outburst, sweetheart. You were completely out of line, no matter how upset you were.” Wanda pouted, mildly disappointed her quick change of attitude hadn’t let her off the hook. That didn’t stop her from at least attempting to plead her case.

“In my defense, I was gone all week and you haven’t been very kind since I came home…” Whatever she was trying to get out of, Natasha wasn’t budging, shaking her head as her thumb stroked Wanda’s cheek. It always felt foreign watching Natasha wield control over a woman who always exerted that same power over you; so far, you’d only seen it a handful of times, but you’d never been this involved before. 

Natasha chuckled at Wanda’s excuse; it wasn’t one of the better ones she’d come up with over the years. Maybe another time she’d let it go, but Natasha knew her wife and despite her apologies, Wanda was in desperate need of a reprieve from her own head. Another problem she’d become an expert in remedying. This one, thankfully, was a lot more fun for everyone involved. “I’ll be as kind as you need, Wanda. Then you can still enjoy part of your ‘stupid marketing holiday’ gift with all the attention you’re too stubborn to ask for.”

“It can’t be that easy. You never play fair, Tash,” Wanda whimpered, her grip on your waist loosening in favor of leaning into Natasha’s touch. She wasn’t stupid; she knew Natasha wouldn’t give up what she wanted without making her work for it in some way. With you being here too, she was sure to make a show of it; if there was one thing her two loves had bonded over it was their love of her— especially of seeing Wanda fall victim to Natasha’s schemes. 

This wasn’t just a reward for Wanda; in her distress, she’d gone overboard, scaring you in the process. Nat would put her through the wringer for that. But fuck, she needed to decompress, let herself go in the hands of the woman she loved and trusted more than anyone in the universe. Wanda nodded, accepting whatever night the redhead was so obviously concocting in her head, “Make it worth it, I’m still upset with you.”

“Aw kitten,” Wanda shivered at the petname, you felt it under your thighs as her own shifted and squeezed together, “it’s sweet that you think I care if you’re mad at me. You still need me to fuck you. If you didn’t, you’d be yelling my ears off right now.” She huffed, but didn’t move and Natasha knew she had her; she was as needy as Wanda was for this. The last few days had been frustrating and she was oh so eager to release all of her pent-up emotions. “It’s so much nicer when you realize I know best. I’ll take such good care of you, I always do.” 

Shock overtook you as Wanda didn’t protest, not even a squeak. Neither of them would ever let anyone else get away with the chaos they’d been inflicting on each other. From dinner to this moment, anyone else who treated Wanda anywhere close to how Natasha did or vice versa, would be buried in several places by now. Entranced was the closest word to how you watched the two of them interact, Wanda’s indignant pout disappearing as Natasha kissed her, the most miniscule of gestures seemingly rendering your typically authoritative boss with all of her guards lowered.

You jolted as Natasha’s free hand cupped your chin, bringing you back to the tempting reality playing out just a few inches away. “Am I in trouble too?”

“Oh no, dear one, not at all. I have a job for you. Think you’re up for it?” You were agreeing before she finished, not having the slightest idea how she intended to use you. It didn’t matter; you didn’t need a contract to sway you towards this particular task.

“Good choice.” Natasha gave your cheek an almost patronizing pinch, her devious smirk reminiscent of what you’d seen when she’d first pulled you into her dinner endeavor two days prior. 

Wanda pressed her nose into your neck, soft lips trailing over the thin skin of your throat. “You’ll enjoy yourself too, dove, I promise you that.” You hadn’t left the couch and already the two women surrounding you threatened to throw your brain into overdrive.  Something about today felt different though. This time wasn’t nearly as intimidating with Wanda having already agreed; there was no way you could land in trouble when she’d be right next to you. All you had to do was survive their instruction; you’ve done that before. Natasha already looked so proud of your consent and that smile made you feel invincible. “Do you want to see what a good girl my wife can be?”

#andddd in 24 hours the next part is out 💖 #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wandanat x reader #wandanat x female reader #wandanat x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #wandanat fic #wanda maximoff fic #natasha romanoff fic #wanda maximoff smut #natasha romanoff smut #maximotts #private hire au #motts writes.

[rainydetectiveglitter]

The reason why I feel like a motherless child is because my mother never ever stood up for me. She never protected me from physical, sexual, mental abuse from men, only to blame me. Growing up I was her therapist, she would confide in me regarding things related to budgeting, relationships, parenting, etc. To this day this woman has learned nothing. I still feel like I have to be here mother. She can't make decisions on her own. She keeps my younger sisters isolated and afraid of the world so that she can feel in control. But the thing is, is that she is not in control at all. Only getting them into debt using their credit cards and having them take out loans for BS at the ages of 18. What kind of mother is that? She's our sister at this point. We are all going to have to take care of her in her old age and I believe that she will let her self go mentally and physically on purpose so that we would have to take care of her. My partner asks, why do I still talk to her, and most days I don't know. I believe that she too is broken and never learned how to grow up. It's sad, but she is still my mother. I had to forgive her, which was very tough. And it's something I am still working on to this day.

This is my

Moon opposing Venus and Mars

Mars square Venus

Mars in Cancer

Dealing with eternal rage

Serious mommy issues

#moon opposite Mars #moon opposite Venus #mars square venues #Venus square Mars #mars in cancer #mommy issues #Spotify

[definitely-not-an-alb]

ooh, how do you think molly would grift essek?

Alright. Let’s grift Essek.

First I need to note that any objection along the line of ‘Essek is too intelligent to fall for grifts’ is unnecessary, because whatever you think of Essek’s specific characterisation, assuming you are to intelligent to fall for a grift is one of the major ways people fall for them, in a ‘renowned high pressure social group researcher proclaiming on twitter that Sissy Porn is real and dangerous’ kinda way (look it up it’s some hysterical terf bs).

Gonna use that joke as a sidenote that if I am conflating grifts and high pressure social groups in this, it’s ‘cause as far as I care the difference is how self-aware the people running the show are. Watch any MLM-Doku (and I think we can all agree MLMs are grifts) and you’ll inevitably get to the part about weird aspiration culture bs and group pressure. It’s all one soup.

With that out of the way, let’s establish a baseline: What’s Molly’s reason for grifting Essek? Probably money and also the fun of it/being bored. Considering Kingsley abandoned his perfectly fine shipping company job to run off to be pirate king, I don’t think ‘Molly keeps grifting long after the M9 have become financially stable for shits and giggles and because Jester enjoys it’ is too outlandish a projection. Additionally, I don’t think Molly is great with impulse control nor this whole thing where current actions cause future consequences.

Now; why would Essek fall for a grift. Grifting relies on the dupe wanting something more than having good sense about it. Most people want money, so most girfts are structured around greed, but we know money is no object to Essek (though this does make him a juicy target – what he would barely miss might make a good haul for any grifter). We do know he is primarily motivated by knowledge instead, as well as a desire to be recognized as intelligent and exceptional. Additionally, we know he needs (in the character development sense) The Power of Friendship. Lastly, I think it’s fair to say he subconsciously longs for excitement (happy, fulfilled bureaucrats don’t become heretic spies; nor do they befriend a gang of mercenaries; implicitly, Essek is happier living the life of a wayward refugee-adventurer wizard than that of an Evil Gay Vizier Court Wizard or whatever papers a Shadowhand stamps nine-to-five.).

Being a paranoid bastard makes him a harder target, though the fact that we know he has fallen for someone’s bs before (I’m counting the spectacularly bad decision that is him allying with the Assembly as falling for a grift here. That’s a stupid decision to make!) makes him an easier target. Being so socially isolated makes him an easier victim, too, though his general rejection of people and clear discomfort with social interactions makes him an unlikely target for something like a romance scam. Essek’s relationship to tolerating bullshit is a weird one; on the one hand, he does put up with Jester’s (and the rest of the Nein’s) shenanigans, on the other he clearly knows how to and dares to tell someone to fuck off, and there’s that time he just ditches everyone via teleport (hilarious). So boundaries-wise, he could go either way. Lastly, I’d argue he’s at least somewhat impulsive or at least not risk averse. Always remember we are looking at an NPC next to Sword’n’Sorcery Adventurers – Essek might look cautious next to ruin-trawling wizards, but compare him to Gundula, 55, who works in Insurance and just clicked on a phishing link to claim her Totally Real Oilve Garden Gift Card, and you’ll see what I mean – most people are too risk-averse and unimpulsive to, again, commit treason via international conspiracy and then run off without a moment’s notice to dig around a cursed-ass ruin to save the world from a Cronenbergian nightmare.

Conclusion: He’s rich, he’s bored, he loves pretending to be a spy or grand discoverer, he wants to buy your dodgy foreign papers and incredible discoveries about the Luxon so, so badly and he has absolutely no one left in his life who’ll tell him it’s a bad idea.

So, for example, Molly could Voynich him. All he needs is a battered notebook and some writing supplies, whatever knowledge of what wizards’ and alchemists’ and spies’ scribbles look like he can easily pick up from traveling with the Nein and an opportunity to ask Essek to have a look at this encoded notebook he’s been lugging around all over the continent with him, why, he was at this party in Zadash and everyone else was some boring old pompous wizard (such a bore!) so he pickpocketed one of them, just for the fun of it, but, well, turns out neither Caleb nor Beau can make head nor tails of the weird sign code it’s written in (how tragic, if only someone happened to be so much cleverer than both of them!) and if Essek wants to have a look Molly would be more than happy to lighten his pack. For a small pittance, of course.

What’s small change to Essek is probably pretty nice to have for Molly, even by that level and especially if we’re mostly doing this for the fun of it. Essek gets to fall face first into his desire to show up Caleb, Beau and potentially an unknown Assembly member with his clearly superior decoding, espionage and wizardly skills and gain Secret Knowledge, maybe even Assembly Secrets on top of that.

Arguably, this one does rely very heavily on the fact that it’s hard to prove a negative, or in this case, hard to prove a barely-literate conman’s scribbles are just that. Do keep in mind Essek doesn’t know Molly is a habitual conman, but even so, it’s not a fantastic con (Essek isn’t dumb and knows his arcana after all and Molly doesn’t, or at least not enough to make a proper Voynich).

You could make it a better Voynich by getting Caleb in on it, but instead let’s pep it and turn it into a proper Real Stradivari by changing the hints that this manuscript might be legit to being alchemy-related and adding in a shill. Let’s go with Jester, because she’s down to clown, can lie and has a way with Essek’s boundaries.

So this time around, we aren’t asking Essek outright to buy our bogus notes – instead Molly gives him the whole spiel, hands him the notebook, fucks off with as little time to actually look at it as possible before Jester enters the scene to ask what THAT is and go oh it’s about ALCHEMY well, that DOES look like the signs she saw around Yezza’s house, pretty suuuure, oh, do you think it might be Yezza’s? Do you think Yezza might want it? Do you think she should ask Molly to sell it to her so she can give it to Yezza as a present to be nice because she’s such a nice friend who does nice things?

Honestly, the money part is optional if this is wholly about making Essek look up to see if the ceiling does indeed say gullible (and if Jester is involved, it might well do so! Always better to check, with her!), but a proper Violin Drop concludes with the Grifter returning to take their worthless thing back only to be asked to sell by the victim, who thinks the grifter doesn’t know what worth he has. If it was real, offering to buy the notebook would mean Essek outsmarted a minimum of three people (Beau and Caleb can’t crack the code, Molly is too dumb and illiterate to know valuable research notes from the morning paper) and gets his hands on potentially unknown-to-him luxon-related secrets! Alas, it’s not real, as he will realize soon.

So these are two (related) ways to scam Essek. But there’s a third one I want to mention one that is a lot of cinematic fun and I didn’t know had a name until Wikipedia told me no one does it irl (boo! That’s no fun!). It takes a lot of prep, math, and a lot of people and combines Essek’s obsession with the Luxon’s secrets and Molly’s penchant for passing himself off as psychic.

Molly would need something people in Rosohna bet on, like some kind of sport, preferably one with only two results and places people do said betting on said sport in groups. I’m assuming this exists on account of gambling and sports being culturally pretty universal concepts that love to go together.

Anyway. Imagine you’re Essek Thelyss, and one day a bunch of weirdos show up in court with a piece of the god you’re atheistically-heretically obsessed with. A few weeks later, you, having your ears to the ground about new developments regarding said not-god-pieces, hear one of the weirdos has made a name for himself as a outright oracle, correctly predicting the outcome of Fantasy-Dodgeball (Rosohnas’ favourite sport) perfectly six weeks running. He swears it’s because proximity to the Luxon amplified his inborn and long-trained psychic powers to predict the future.

Now, this is obviously bullshit. Except if Essek, being regrettably acquainted with the weirdos, were to ask, Molly would certainly confirm that sure, he has mystic powers and certainly they were amplified by the Luxon and predicting sport results is a hobby of his wherever they go, does Essek want to see? and lead Essek to a bar where every regular can swear on whatever he likes that Molly has correctly predicted the results of Fantasy-Dodgeball since the first week of being in Rosohna, in fact since before he himself knew the rules or track-record of any of the teams. Not only that, but there’s a second bar full of people Molly can introduce him too. And if he wants, he can certainly come back for a drink in one of them again next week when Molly has done it once more. Just call on Molly, he’ll tell you the time and date to meet some true believers, not all of whom can possibly be his shills.

(And, incidentally, barely worth mentioning, really, since Molly’s psychic blessings from the Luxon are so accurate, he has Exciting Business Opportunities for anyone willing to place more than their weekly betting budget in his trust, and he’d love for Essek to take a look at his powers. For a small compensation of his time, of course.)

Of course Molly can’t predict the results of Fantasy-Dodgeball. Instead, the first week of downtime in Rosohna, he found out what people like to bet on in Rosohna and where, picked one or two places in each district, go there and make predictions with a fifty-fifty split, then eliminate each watering hole where he was wrong each week, slowly cutting his audience back to only people who are getting to know him as That Outlander Who Always Knows The Results of Fantasy-Dodgeball, all the while escalating the story from him being just some dude betting and drinking with the guys to the whole Chosen By The Luxon thing. Considering this is a double-scam involving a faith aspect, he might very well still cash in in places he’s been wrong once only since victims of faith-based scams are very likely to overlook inconsistencies in their scammer’s stories or promised results. By the time Essek gets involved Molly’d be down to one or two places of true believers coming to him for ‘always accurate’ tips and a bunch of other people all over Rosohna he might get some money off based on the faith-aspect. And now perhaps one intrigued high-ranking government official who’s more than willing to overlook the hereticism inherent to the whole thing and is instead very likely to fall in the academic glue-trap of trying to disprove something clearly bogus that you do kind of want to believe in because like.

Wouldn’t it be cool? If the Luxon had more awesome powers? And one of them happened to fall in Essek’s hands, with no oversight and no need to cooperate with someone like Trent or Ludinus? Would he not want it to be real?

Anyway. The real answer to this question is: Enlist Beau to send bogus stuffed bills to Essek’s secretary. Bureaucrat on bureaucrat violence, let’s go.

#critical role #essek thelyss #mollymauk tealeaf #not!fic #the Psychic Sp/orts Bet is a long shot but I just like it so much I'm sorry for having Bad (Cinematic) Taste in sca/ms #anyway. I still want the world where Molly lived and Beau taught him white collar crime #Empire Crime Siblings. The dream #sorry this took so long to answer life was busy #whoever finds my spelling mistakes may happily keep them I am. so tired #now with a read more that still leaves this post much too long damn

[blonditarot]

Jake’s green and red flags

Green flags

He doesn’t let his negative thoughts or jealousy take over his head. He is very self aware in relationships. He’s quite open to see their partner’s point of view. If any problems occur we will try to talk it through, he won’t jump to conclusions first, he will most likely go to his partner to gain some metal clarity on the material. If he feels insecure or he will start overthinking their actions he will sit down to solve it once and for all and I actually see him putting a lot of work in his relationships. It’s not something crazy like going on lavish dates or buying flowers every week but he listens to his partner and does things to improve their connection and those are actually long term actions. Jake is the type of a man that will take out the trash everyday if that makes you feel like he’s helping you out or compliment your outfit if it makes his partner feel appreciated.

I also get the feeling if there are any conflicts Jake will sit his partner down make them take out their feelings on him, he will say everything that is on his mind and he will make sure everything was said (there’s no bad blood left) and after that he will find a way to compromise.

Edit: he’s actually going to take an accountability for his actions without trying to victimize himself or looking for excuses. And he will be honest with his partner. No BS involved.

Red flags

If he is under a lot of stress, has a lot going on in his work life he tends to pull away from his partner. He has trouble accepting their help (or anyone’s). He prefers to solve his problems on his own, kind of as if he was always left to deal with everything so now he can’t accept that there is someone that might want to take his „divide it by two”, take some of his problems on them. When he pulls away like that he may not notice that he makes his partner feel unloved. He is blocking his emotions not just the bad ones but also the good ones and becomes apathetic. He is also ignoring his partners when he needs to process his emotions, which sometimes might take a while. Jake might have a tendency to isolate himself to show how strong and self sufficient he is. However if his partner has a problem he won’t leave them alone. Jake will be caring and thoughtful. Jake will literally baby them to the point where his partners will want to run away as far as they can to have a minute of solitude.

And a small note from me, if those are red flags then I’m a nun. In my eyes those aren’t even red flags. This is a boyfriend material 🤣🤣

#kpop tarot #enhypen tarot #jake tarot #enhypen jake

[khaoray]

their grandfather doesn't hate jihan and yet:

openly acknowledges his actions led to jihan's isolation and loneliness

that isolation led to him being fully dependent and fixated on the belief that making dohan as powerful as possible was the only way to keep them safe regardless of dohan's wishes bc he has such poor selfworth he knew he'd never be considered a candidate himself

refused to publicly acknowledge him as a member of your family and treat him as barely more than a tagalong when he's present at family functions

allowed seung ah to treat him like shit (including physical abuse) for his entire life over something that he KNEW wasn't jihan's fault

but i'm somehow supposed to believe he doesn't hate him and instead is so caught up in his own guilt that he just treated his youngest grandchild badly out of some misguided self sacrificial bs

#vic.txt #wedding impossible #the way no one reacted to seung ah slapping him makes it seem like it's not the first time she does it #anyway i need him AWAY from that shitty ass family asap #i say with one ep left asdfghj

[nyxrev]

Details

Just some stuff I noticed, from small to serious.

旦那 (dan'na)

K so I found it funny Black Sperm calls Saitama “dan'na” bc the term can mean different by its context, eg. an honorific for husband, patron, or master, etc. I believe it's translated to English as “Boss” which is most fit but when I first read it I automatically associated it with “master” of the more softer nuances and not the rougher casual “hey boss” sort of vibe, so I was surprised like, huh BS is unusually deferential to Saitama, esp. bc the rest of his speech pattern is fairly casual. But, makes sense bc he's seen enough to know. Also makes sense bc on one hand, rn he has to pretend to be a benign, goofy “monkey” …idk how ppl see a black teletubby n just believe it's monkey but s'ok, story logic… to get by heroes, hence the casual goofy monkey speech, but on the other, he absolutely does not want to cross Saitama, so he chooses to refer to him politely.

master (of a house, shop, etc.)​

husband​: can be used to refer to your own, or smb else's husband (add honorifics). Some other ways of address: 夫 otto, 主人 shujin,

sir; boss; master; governor​: used to address a male patron, customer, or person of high status

patron of a mistress, geisha, bar or nightclub hostess; sugar daddy ​(パトロン)

alms; almsgiver:​ Buddhism, usually written as 檀那 for Buddhist context

As you can see, a non-exhaustive list of what it can mean. With automatic association to house -hold and patronage nuances, my mental image got mildly confused for a moment. Like can you really see an obeisant, nice little BS who humbly serves Saitama with utmost formality??

I feel myself make an uneasy face I cannot quite describe.

Also it was good to see him ask about Manako, but I do want to know if she's alive and safe.

Homewrecker? No it's (unlicensed) Demolition. Opennenoorn Get Out

^after the scene when Forte got hit, Fubuki told Saitama to go with her and said:

あなたの住処を破壊した張本人に会わせてあげる

Basically the reason she gave for their excursion was, “I'll let you meet the person responsible for the destruction of your residence.”

Whom I thought was Psykos bc at the moment, we saw parallel scenes of Tsukuyomi guy at her cell and Tatsumaki had not arrived, but Saitama doesn't know Psykos yet, so when Fubuki made her speech, Saitama confused without so much as context to who all the ppl on scene are, then Tatsumaki arrives most destructively, he must have thought it could be absolutely no other than the “chibi” who threw Genos on a wall.

Which is why Saitama went “I see, the one who destroyed my home was…(Tatsumaki) ಠ ◡ ಠ##”

But I had to wonder who did Fubuki really mean to refer to with “the person who destroyed your place”? If Fubuki meant Psykos how would Saitama react?

Fortress Haven or Death Maze?

Hige Coffee: lit. Beard Coffee (lol)

Well it's good to see Max and Shadow on break, but an emergency call cuts it short, and amidst the commotion, one of them (I assume it's Max) laments the place is so big it's easy to get lost.

What can I say, it's almost like the new HQ, with its concentrated yet puzzled pyramid structure, complete with a moat of self-isolation, remotely omniscient surveillance, a manufactured façade of paradise with luxury security atop seven hells of hidden disasters eager to be released, and so on…almost like it's a direct visual representation of HA's operation hierarchy: centralized system of power and economic monopoly, yet rife with office politics, factions at tension, dysfunctional management, corrupt unstable foundation, and unsavoury secrets to hide.

Cohesively staffed, an impregnable fortress. Yet improperly managed, an exit-less death maze.

And I say it bc the place is not only complicated and spacious but also uniform. Its grand Jenga-Lego stack of cluster structures look so similar, if not literally the same, from every angle, if you rotated it on a turntable, I couldn't tell the sides from each other nor which faced NESW at first.

Of course, part of why they got lost is, it's newly built, heroes just moved to residency, obviously, it's not out of expectation for heroes, or anyone who's never step foot there for the matter, to be unfamiliar with exact floor plan details of such a vast, complex structure, its design sleek at best and dystopian at worst.

But I must wonder, for I feel like it will become a problem later, HQ's isolated vast complexity… If it doesn't fall apart from its core first, what with overpowered resident, destructive visitors, and let's not forget the basement full of a nasty little monstrosity of pets the corrupt executives keep for cash flow they don't use to pay heroes.

Air and Blue Fire: Cyborg Surgery?

On a scale of beneficial to suspicious, question.

Notice the text right next to Air? It's an SFX.

キュイーン kyui—n (onomatopoeia): like a whirr sound effect, low sounds of machinery at work, usually small technical ones which contract or spin. For example, camera lens… how ominous, don't you think?

While Forte is eager to get out of bed and make a quick work of the noisy monsters who disturb his already bad day, blow off convenient steam, it looks like Air can't even emote natural, human facial expressions, and it unsettles me so!

If you look long enough it almost looks like he is controlled like a puppet Σ(-᷅_-᷄⁉︎)

As for BlueFire, I can't tell if it's an empty sleeve or a prosthetic arm but hopefully he got an arm with extra spicy flamethrower fingers so he can be extra terribly efficient. He'd probably max his specs to roast evildoers out of spite. I sense one step to Genos. Same age, similar personality.

Bonus: List of Every Hero Present

aka. faces you see the last moments of your life, if you happen to be a mischievous monster at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Top panel: Golden Ball, Spring Mustachio, Red Muffler, Funeral Suspenders, D-pad, bottom L hat prolly Gun Gun, Shooter, Smile Man, Skunk-Boy Gasmask, top L corner Eyelashes, Mohawk Hacker, Brass Knuckles guy, Great Philosopher, Magic Trick Man, Darkness Blade, Bones, prolly Blue Fire's back (front of Bones), All Back Man? (didn't he quit?), Butterfly DX, Kusari-Gama, Mushroom, Horse-Bone, Twin Tails, can't tell who the mop of dark hair next to her is but prolly Blizzard member, Tank-Top Al-Dente, Tank-Top Rockabilly, another two Blizzards by the suit,

Bottom: Eyelashes, Brass Knuckle, Spiked Club Blizzard, L- Max, Genji, Stinger, Tank-Top Mask, Tank-Top Racer, Crescent Eyebroll, Green, Wild Horn, Skunk Boy Gasmask, Tank-Top Al-Dente, Tank-Top Rockabilly, a sliver of Darkness Blade, Heavy Kong.

Fubuki Group? More like Mafia?

Look at how they stand. Look at how they walk. Look at their formation. If each of them were as strong as Needle Star got, fought as well as the support team cooperated, if equally valued and given opportunity to contribute their expertise, they truly would be formidable, fearsome foes, and reliable allies Fubuki can trust to hold their own and not constantly worry about. Of course part of the problem is Fubuki's own insecurities but we know she has the potential to be a great leader if she put her focus on the right path and used her power to maximum beneficial strategy

Counted around 33 members without Fubuki or Saitama. Rowdy Suit Gang. Mountain Ape n Lily stand out and you can see them from far away.

Extra Bonus: Spot the Spy 6-6

Nah cuz I really need to talk about the cursed Tsukuyomi guys. I brewed some praises n some toasty roasty jokes. I need to cook some wacky, juicy conspiracy about them. Just a little gentle speculation.

#opm #one punch man #opm manga #hero association #thoughts #saitama #overgrown rover #black sperm #tatsumaki #fubuki #forte #air #cyborg #body modification #organization #suspicious #blizzard group #traitors #among us

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sooooo is peppermint ever updating like...lmao....

woah.

wooooooah.

okay, like maybe i'm being sensitive, but i do NOT fuck with this energy. do not come at me with this passive aggressive bs. thx! <3

jokes aside, i'm sorry for being unprofessional, but this message feels very meanspirited and not chill to me....please take several seats.

so, no one asked me to, which is fine, but since about april, i have written over 100k, which is about the length of two novels. i wrote very detailed plot journals, meticulously planned my fanfiction out, did extensive research, nearly destroyed my fingers formatting, spiraled mentally several times, cried several nights over peppermint, self isolated, frightened several people in my life, ate and slept so infrequently that i developed a bacterial infection, and nearly failed my finals trying to put peppermint out every single week without fail.

and i do it for me...but mostly...

i do it for all of you.

because i love and cherish you all very much. ( even you, ominous energy anon who is currently polluting my hot girl vibe palace. )

a lot of you have expressed to me that my fanfictions bring great joy, that you feel seen in them, that they positively influence your real lives, that you get excited about my updates and like my writing style, characterizations and storytelling. that gives me great purpose.

recently, the tags have been dry as hell, the sp fandom feels almost nonexistent, my faith and inspiration is fading, but i am doing my very best to hang in there because even though sometimes i get stuck, or my fingers hurt or i feel inadequate or uninspired, it is worth it to me...to make you happy. making you happy makes me happy.

but this...this is really not cute.

and i have had a lot of self doubt and struggles with writing and wondering what the hell i'm even doing and if it's worth it and stuff like this...this energy...really makes me want to irish goodbye! lol!

i do not know when my fanfictions are updating. i wrote old chapters 11 and 12 under a lot of stress, pressure, with no planning, just because i was anxious about keeping you all waiting and i have never felt worse or more embarrassed about something i've written.

so those chapters are gone. because i care about quality. and i cannot rush to produce quality or i will produce garbage which benefits no one. i care about you all too much to half ass my shit.

i don't like to write when i don't want to. and this....really does not make me want to, so thank you very much! feeling the love, bestie!

but to my friends and dear devoted readers who have been kind to me, patient and supportive of my journey as a writer/whatever twists and turns i may make, whether i stop or start, take off or take breaks. i love you very, very, much and i really do write for you. ily, ncu. <3

so when rm 4 drops ( if it does ) and new pep 12 ( if it does ), it will be for all of you kind, lovely, wonderful people and it would be my honor.

but as for you...my friend.

...clearly, there is something hardening over your heart.

something in your life....something you can't process...something that you're projecting onto me...whatever the case...

negativity is a disease, darling,

and from the very bottom of my heart,

i hope you heal. :)

-uncle nina

#sorry for being kind of intense but this...respectfully kind of pissed me off #i do not exist chained to my writing desk no food no drink no sleep writing #and to be honest! i did that! it was very unhealthy! it sucked! my work sucked! and im still reaping the damages #i got so unhealthy writing pep that i literally malnourished myself worse than kenny and got a bacterial infection #i already felt like going into hiding and never posting again bc i was frustrated and felt tired and lost #but this message.....to quote u 'lmaaaaoo' does really not make me want to write ever again! #like i licherally write because i love you guys and u light up my life and i want to give u a safe happy place #but when u pollute my safe happy place with this whack ass energy...its a no for me... #for the people invested in my stuff and kind thank u so much im excited abt my fics its just hard to write multiple chapters #its tedious for me im tired i just want yall to know the plot details the tag is dead its taking so long...ugh #but when theyre out they will be my platonic love letter to u #hopefully this anon was just weirdly worded but if not...please kick rocks and maybe never read my fanfiction again lmao