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#this situation is clearly not what people are saying it was but you insulted me multiple times so why should i care about keeping peace
aroacehanzawa · 7 months
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#that poll just now reminded me of my Toxic Homoerotic Codependent Female Friendship in high school#there was something obsessive going on between us because 1) i wasn't even in her friend group 2) everything she said or did was annoying#there was some stockholm syndrome situation going on. also a very succession tomgreg dynamic#you know how you invite a friend somewhere and they're like 'we're on our way' and you're like who's 'we'#and it's because they're a package deal with their partner apparently. yeah that was us but platonically. if you could even call it that#anyway her sense of humour was like that of a mean girl ie backhanded compliments and jokes at other people's expenses#always saying something that would subtly put others down. i got fed up with that at the beginning of our final year#and called her out on everything that Wasn't Good. which ultimately culminated in the Divorce#well there's more to it too but i could be here the whole day#i was so obsessed with her i misstook it for romantic feelings too and confessed to her in the middle of an argument LMAO#and then proceeded to ignore all her follow up questions. but in hindsight it clearly wasn't romantic anyway#except about a year after the Divorce she retrospectively confessed to me AND THEN REFUSED TO ELABORATE WHEN. as revenge i guess#actually the downfall started when we went to another city for an event and on the last day before the train back we were supposed to go#explore the city in what was essentially a (platonic) date except she ditched me for Some Guy she just met and claimed she had to go back#home early for a family situation and that he was giving her a ride because the train would arrive too late#that wasn't the only time she would just. abandon me like that. but it was the final straw for me#anyway. defining high school experience 👍#the only good thing to come out of it was that she thoroughly insulted a classmate of ours that i stood up for and so i gained a new friend#who is still my best friend to this day
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Hello this is just to say that I am very interested in that post you mentioned maybe making about indirect communication!
So to define Direct and Indirect communication with a pair of examples real fast:
Direct communication: "Hey, can you do the dishes?" Indirect communication: "There's dishes in the sink." (Please wash them.)
Indirect communication tends to trip a lot of ND, but especially Autistic people up because the implied request in the parentheses... doesn't always come through. So you don't do the dishes, and the Indirect communicator gets frustrated because they thought they had made that request perfectly clearly.
Which, in their defense, they did! ...in their micro-cultural language.
See, the actual purpose of Indirect Communication is to provide some extra verbal personal space and non-aggression measures in micro-cultures where people's personal autonomy has been compromised but there is also a high degree of understood social context.
Hm. That's a weird sentence. Let's try some more examples.
Indirect communication is most common in places or situations where people's ability to stay in their own lane is compromised, but everyone also shares the same base knowledge of what's going on. One example is in large cities, where people are PHYSICALLY up in each other's personal space because they're physically crowded. So cities have etiquette like "Don't make eye contact on public transit unless you actually need to address someone", so that, if people can't stop violating your personal space, they can at least signal non-aggression and give you some privacy. People raised in large cities, or who have lived there for a while all learn these unspoken rules by trial and error, some of us with more errors and trials than others.
Thus, in physically compact situations, "There's dishes in the sink" means "There's dishes in the sink." (I trust that you are already familiar with the social rules that dictate that dishes need to be done, and assume the reason you haven't done them is because you haven't seen the sink yet. I won't insult your intelligence by elaborating on the Do The Dishes Rule, because I know you are smart <3)
Speaking of Privacy, the other place indirect communication is common is in situations where people have Limited Privacy and thus everyone knows what's going on with them, and they know what's going on with everyone else, whether they want to or not. Close-knit families and religious communities often have this shared no-privacy pool, but it can also happen with you and two roommates in a 100sq ft apartment, or on a research vessel in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Since y'all are up in each other's business, indirect communication is there to prevent hostility in close quarters.
This, in a low-privacy situation, "There's dishes in the sink." means "There's dishes in the sink." (I know you are a good and responsible roommate who is maybe a little forgetful, and I trust you to have enough context from living in the live feed of everyone's life to know that I need them done. I won't insult you by suggesting your motivation was malicious in any way, and i trust you to do them <3)
So, to an indirect communicator, that was a perfectly clear request to do the dishes because OF COURSE you'd know what they meant- literally everyone else they deal with is in on this shared knowledge of social rules and daily updates. And not elaborating on that request is an affectionate sign of trust in your competence.
Except, you know. You're not.
So, you try to explain to your indie friend that "There's dishes in the sink." only sounds like an observation, and your brain will not auto-fill in the request like theirs does, so if you want me to do the dishes, just ask with words, okay?
And your indie friend understands this! but then instead of going "Hey, can you do the dishes?" they instead don't say ANYTHING until they're really frustrated with the state of the kitchen, and communicate VERY directly at you, and with great anger.
What happened?
So remember how indirect communication exists to prevent hostility and violence? That's because the threat of hostility and violence is VERY, VERY REAL.
Like you, your indirect communication friend made some mistakes while learning The Unsaid Rules and How To Use The Shared Information Pool, and the social hammer came down on them HARD. Ostracization, ridicule, maybe even actual, psychical harm. So they grew very, very afraid of violating those secret rules, and doubly so with people they like, so your indirect communication friend is facing this HUGE EMOTIONAL BLOCK when it comes to directly communicating with you, because to someone who grew up with their boundaries compromised and the threat of hostility if they violate the communication rules, communicating directly with someone they love feels really, really, really mean and they don't want to hurt or lose you.
For real, "Hey, please do the dishes" sounds like "Hey, please do the dishes." (You fucking moron who doesn't give a shit about our home and probably hates me) to them, and they don't want to talk like that to you. It's like how we never like picking the mean dialogue option in video games.
So instead they... just don't say anything at all, rather than risk a potential confrontation, and then the dishes don't get done and it turns into a REAL confrontation.
What a headache.
So what are we gonna do?
Well, you can't control your friend's actions, emotional reactions or interpersonal skills, but you can manage yours, and you're gonna have to meet them halfway, and it's gonna feel like training a skittish cat that coming out from under the couch is safe. Several-pronged approach:
DO NOT PUNISH BEHAVIOR YOU WANT TO SEE. When your friend does manage to say "Hey, please do the dishes?" don't go "UUUUGH IN A MINUTE." even if you are in the middle of something else and their timing sucks, which is probably does. Stick to either neutral responses ("Cool, let me finish this paragraph and I'll get on that") to positive responses ("Oh, sure! Thanks for letting me know!")
REWARD THE BEHAVIOR YOU WANT TO SEE. -and then actually go do the dishes to demonstrate that this approach not only is safe, it's effective. Also, praise your friend when they do a good job communicating with you. "Hey, thanks for actually asking me to do the dishes, that was really helpful." or "You're doing a great job navigating and giving me directions, this is much less stressful than the GPS" or "Thanks for being honest about how I was annoying you and bringing it up before it became a huge issue." This will kind of feel like you're an actor on sesame street teaching big bird how to say please and thank you, but honestly? that was the age most of us learned our communication skills, and we return to that teaching method because BY GOD IT WORKS.
MODEL THE BEHAVIORS YOU WANT TO SEE. Humans learn by copying, so lead by example with the kind of communication that helps you, and explain why it helps. "Hey friend, a question so I can schedule some stuff- Do you have any plans this weekend I should know about, or am I clear to paint the bathroom?"
This is the one that sucks but YOU GOTTA MEET THEM HALFWAY AND LEARN ABOUT THE CONTEXT POOL. Can't make everyone learn, and Indirect communication has it's uses (especially in modern jobs and social media), so you gotta learn their style too. I literally have a discord server that's just me where I keep notes on the life events and conditions of my friends, coworkers, neighbors and loved ones because I know I won't remember that shit, but they will kind of expect me to, and it's been a lifesaver in both not blundering into social faux pas, and actually getting around my crap memory to know them better. You can also model hybrid communication and practice your indirect skills by using an indirect request opener, but then saying the rest of the implied context aloud: "Hey, there's dishes in the sink. I know you'll do that ASAP because you're cool, I just wanted to make sure you knew they were there and needed to be washed, thanks <3"
Accept that some people aren't gonna change for reasons that are beyond their control and probably have nothing to do with you, and decide what you're willing to invest in learning to deal with them. I still have to play 5D words chess with my mother-in-law, who was raised in a close-physical-space-AND-no-privacy culture and is an excruciatingly anxious indirect communicator as a result. I can't make her go to therapy for the anxiety, and until she does, her ability to communicate effectively probably won't improve. It's got nothing to do with me, even if I'm the person she's most frequently at odds with. As a result, I have extremely limited contact with her. I don't see her for more than a few hours at a time, when we have an activity to do together, and only a handful of times a year. More than that, and I get brainworms by proxy, so for my sanity, I've limited what I am willing to do with her. Maybe your indirect communicator is someone worth effectively learning a second language for, like a lover. Maybe they're someone you can cut out of your life entirely without issue, like a manger at a retail job you can quit. You'll have to decide.
Anyway, that's my raised-bilingual ADHD/Autism Direct/indirect communicator ramble, hope it helps.
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𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
soft and fluff, will be about all members (!), there may be hints of smut
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Chan, who sees the meaning of life in you and wants to see you always in front of him all his life.
What do they say? People who truly love will die one day.
Chan, who promised to love you until the day death finds him, and even after that. He doesn't want to leave you.
The most tender dates, the most tender times. He will give you all his love and attention.
Chan, who tells the members so much about you, you are their “9th member”
Chan, who you're talking to video call with his family! and btw with yours too.
Chan, who, regardless of how busy the day is, will spend the evenings with you. Whether it's cooking or watching a movie/serials/k drama
Chan, who remembers every little thing about you and does what you don’t even ask for, but are clearly thinking about.
Meeting Chan was fate, maybe you were given each other by fate?
Oh..he looks at you like an angel, his eyes shine so brightly when he sees you!
Chan, who gives you a large bouquet of your favorite flowers every Friday.
He writes you songs, from the sad to the most vulgar... oh, the boy is simply overwhelmed with emotions for you.
Chan, who takes you on all his world tours because he finds it difficult without you.
He is the most gentle and sweetest with you! your heart literally breaks with love for him, you want to love and kiss this man.
Chan, who sits you on his lap while he works and holds your waist with one hand...babe, he has hot and big hands
Chan, who pays for ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING for you. seriously, even if you argue with him.
I wrote this situation, but...
"Channie, make me some coffee please"
"Ugh...I'm late, little mouse"
"So you won't do it? :("
"That means I’ll be late” and goes to make coffee for his beloved woman/man
His favorite terms of endearment for you are subtle but classic: “sweetheart” and “baby,” but on special occasions he will call you “sweetheart” with a matching saccharine expression. Or “little mouse”, which is also very cute
Chan, sometimes he can get angry and yell at you, but that's because he puts too much pressure on himself at work.
Oh..during your quarrels even plates and insults fly. After one quarrel, there were broken plates and you cut yourself, he noticed this and took you to the bathroom, where he treated the wound and apologized to you almost a hundred times. And the plates...buy new ones.
Chan, who practices flirting with you like you're in high school, but he learned it from STAY
Chan, who gives you all his hoodies and absolutely everything... for some reason you love to steal his shorts and walk around the house in them. Ooh, he thinks they fit really sexy on your hips.
He'll give you a bear hug when you sleep, he's a big spoon
He also always kisses your forehead when he leaves for work, because you are still sleeping, and he is already leaving.
but keep in mind, Chan makes sweet sex to you, but his stroking game is so crazy, even when he takes his time with you, he's so deep inside you that it drives you crazy, you're literally pray
Chan is an experienced and mature man, he is completely confident in himself and in you. He takes the leading position in the relationship, he is the one who leads.
Do I need to tell you that all his things smell like your perfume? What if all your things are in his perfume?
You sometimes help him with lyrics or with song arrangements when he gets stuck and doesn’t understand what’s best to add.
You, who pulls the vat out of the studio.
You, who always checks how he ate or how much he slept. You absolutely monitor his regime and make sure he doesn’t overwork.
You are flying to Australia together to visit his family! they will bless your couple.
Hannah will definitely say funny things about Chris, and Lucas is so shy around you.
Oh...Berry, baby Berry 🥹🥹🥹
How about date nights?
You really raised Chan's self-esteem, with you...he fell in love with himself, just as you love him.
He's just grateful that you exist.
First love is always last love.
“Home” is not a place, it is sometimes only a man, the man whom you consider your home.
When you come, all Chan’s problems and wounds heal, he wants to live next to you.
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You’re Losing Me Part 5
𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽…𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖮𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽?
A/N: this is a hanahaki au WC: 4k this part is mainly centered around james bc i feel like i’ve been ignoring him so far in the series lol
Sirius and Peter sit on one of the couches awkwardly, unsure of what to do. The tension in the dorm is at an all time high, and they can do nothing but watch as Remus and James continue to argue. This is the complete opposite of when Remus was mad at Sirius for telling Severus about the Whomping Willow.
Then, Remus was red in the face, hurling insult after insult at Sirius which he’ll admit he deserved. He doesn’t recognize the person in front of him now; eerily calm with the fire of a thousand suns burning in his eyes as he stands there, glaring at James.
“You had no right to come at her like that.” Remus says, arms crossed as he continues to glare at him.
“You weren’t there, Moony.” James argues. “You don’t know what happened.”
“And you do?” Remus chuckles darkly. “You’re there for all of five seconds and you know the full story?”
Sirius and Peter share a look of concern, wondering if they should get involved or not.
“Even if I don’t know the full story, it doesn’t give her the right to talk to people like that.” James stresses.
“You’ve done worse to Snivellus for less!” Remus exclaims in frustration. How does James not see the irony? “Or is it different because it’s your precious Lily flower?”
“Woah.” Sirius says with wide eyes.
“Watch it.” James warns, glaring at him.
“We’re supposed to be friends.” Remus reminds him. “We’re supposed to stand by each other. And you turned your back on her for some girl?”
“It wasn’t just some girl.” James argues. “It was Lily.”
“And this is Y/N. Your best friend, who you’ve known your whole life.”
“But it’s Lily!” James repeats. “I-I love her.”
“So you don’t love Y/N.” Remus nods with a fake smile.
“I do!” He insists.
“But you just love Lily more.” Remus shrugs nonchalantly. “Got it.”
“That’s not what I’m saying.” James shakes his head, getting frustrated. “You’re putting words in my mouth.”
“I’m just trying to make sense of the situation. And the situation is that you didn’t know what they were talking about before you showed up.” Remus tells him bluntly. “You don’t know what Lily said or did. You just heard Y/N tell her off. Y/N said she kept bothering her. That she wouldn’t leave her alone no matter how much she asked. And still, you automatically took Lily’s side.”
For the first time since they started arguing James is rendered speechless.
“I mean honestly, Prongs. The last thing she needs is her best mate yelling at her.” Remus sighs. “She’s going through enough as it is.”
“Yeah, well I wouldn’t know anything about that because she won’t talk to me!” James shouts. “No matter how hard I try, she won’t let me in! But she has no problem running to you and spilling all her secrets.”
“Hey, I didn’t ask her to, okay?” Remus tells him. “But I’m not gonna turn my back on her just because you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous!” James replies, almost a little too quickly.
Sirius and Peter share another wide eyed look while Remus rolls his own in annoyance.
“Fine! Mad! Or whatever!” Remus corrects with a shake of his head. “She needs someone right now. And if that someone is me, I’m gonna be there for her. Because clearly you’re not.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” James asks with a frown.
“It means that for someone who wants their best friend back, you’re doing a shit job! I have never seen somebody do so many things wrong, consecutively, in a row! The more you try to hold on to her the more she seems to pull away from you.”
“You think I don’t know that?!” James shouts in frustration. “I don’t know what else to do!”
“Keep that shit up, you’re gonna lose her for good. That’s all I’m saying.” Remus says, grabbing his backpack and walking out, slamming the door behind him.
James turns to look at Sirius and feels a sinking feeling in his gut when he sees the look Sirius is giving him.
“He’s right mate…” He tells him with a grimace. “That was a dick move.”
Frowning, James shifts his attention to Peter, wanting his opinion as well.
“Dick move.” Peter repeats simply, nodding his head in agreement.
“I understand this is difficult for you because it’s the first time she isn’t telling you everything, but I think Moony’s right.” Sirius tells him with a shrug. “You keep pushing her to talk before she’s ready, who knows what’ll happen.”
“I’ll apologize the next time I see her.” James sighs as they make their way to breakfast.
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“So what’s the game plan?” Remus asks as you walk down the corridor.
“What do you mean?” You ask with a chuckle, looking up at him.
“I’m assuming you don’t want to talk to James. Or, not yet at least.”
“Not necessarily.” You admit.
“So it’s safe to assume you don’t want to sit with him for breakfast.”
“Mm-mm.” You confirm.
“So where are we sitting?”
“Moony, no.” You shake your head. “I appreciate you having my back but I don’t want you to feel like you have to pick sides. You don’t have to sit with me.”
“But I want to…” He says softly, avoiding your gaze as you both walk into the great hall. “Besides, I’m still mad at him myself. If I sit with him, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”
You let out an amused huff as you scan the room before your eyes zero in on a specific person, a smile lighting up your features.
“Then follow me.” You grab Remus’ hand and pull him with you.
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere he won’t follow.” You tell him, reaching the Ravenclaw table. You come to a stop in front of a blonde boy. He pushes his shaggy hair back and raises a brow at you, blue eyes filled with curiosity.
“Hello JJ.” You smile at him.
Remus’ eyes widen in recognition. He’s heard that name before. JJ Maybank. James always has something bad to say about him. Remus could never figure out why he had such a problem with him. But now, seeing the way his eyes are taking in your form with a smirk, he can guess why James always threw a fit when you’d bring him up.
“You lost, Gryffindor?” He asks, taking a sip of his juice.
“Lost in your eyes.” You flirt, causing the blonde to shake his head in amusement.
“What do you want, Y/N?” He asks with a chuckle.
“Can we sit here?” You ask with a smile.
JJ looks between you and Remus curiously before nodding.
“Sure.” He shrugs. “Sarah and Kiara have been bitching about wanting to hang out with more girls anyway.”
He groans when Kiara smacks him upside the head.
“Did I say bitching? I meant complaining.” He corrects, only to groan again when both Kiara and Sarah smack him.
“Um, mentioning?” He offers, protecting his head. “They were mentioning it.”
“As you can see, there’s a reason girls don’t come around here.” Kiara tells you with a roll of her eyes, pushing her curly hair out of her face.
“Hey!” JJ shouts. “I’ll have you know that girls always cum when-“
“Okay!” Sarah interrupts. “Thanks for that JJ! Now shut up and eat your food.” She stabs the pile of pancakes on his plate before shoving the fork into his mouth, causing him to gag a bit. “We’re happy to have you guys here.” She smiles at you.
“How do you know him again?” Remus asks you softly as he prepares his tea.
“We’ve had detention together once or twice.” You inform him. “Speaking of which, I haven't seen you in a while, Maybank. Staying out of trouble?”
“Have I ever?” He asks with a chuckle. “I’m just good at not getting caught, unlike somebody.”
“I think he’s talking about us.” You whisper to Remus, causing him to snort. “Hey, don’t get mad at us just because we’re popular.”
JJ rolls his eyes as his friends laugh at your comment. Two other boys reach the table and look at you and Remus in confusion before turning to JJ.
“What’s this?” One of them asks, sitting down next to you.
“Gryffindors!” JJ tells him with a grin, not providing any more context.
“Okay…” The other says, taking a seat next to Kiara, and across from Remus. “Did you kidnap them?”
“Oh, good one John B.” JJ says sarcastically. “You’re fucking hilarious.”
“This might come as a shock to you, but we’re actually here on our own free will.” You tell him, causing his eyes to widen.
“We’re stuck with JJ. Why you would willingly spend time with him is beyond me. But to each their own.” He shrugs, causing you to laugh.
“Not that I don’t love hanging out with you Y/N, but why are you here? What? Did you get in a fight with your little boyfriend? Dump him for your newer, better boyfriend?” He asks, raising his brows as he looks between you and Remus.
“James and I were never together. And Remus isn’t my boyfriend.” You tell him with a frown, confused as to why you feel disappointed saying that.
“He’s not?” JJ asks, genuinely confused. “Then why’s he cutting up your pancakes?”
You look down at your plate and sure enough, Remus was cutting your pancakes into pieces for you. He blushes furiously at having been caught and pulls his utensils away.
“Just wanted to help…” He mumbles sheepishly.
“Thank you, Moony.” You tell him, knocking your shoulder against his with a shy smile.
“Cute!!” JJ calls loudly, causing you to roll your eyes at him.
“Shut up!” You scold, throwing a grape at him.
JJ, being the little shit that he is, catches it in his mouth, holding his mouth open for you to see before eating it. You roll your eyes at him again which only makes him laugh.
“Oh, come on! I’m just teasing. I know you guys aren’t together.” JJ assures. “Though I wouldn’t be mad if you were. I already like him better than Four Eyes.”
“He hasn’t said a single word to you!” You say with a laugh, looking between JJ and Remus.
“He doesn’t have to.” JJ tells you with a mouthful of food. “The eyes never lie.”
JJ takes in your confused frown and Remus’ wide eyes and realizes he’s probably said too much.
“What does that mean?” You ask him.
“Mm-mm.” He shrugs. “I say a lot of things. They don’t always make sense.”
“You’re so annoying.” You groan with a shake of your head.
When you’re talking with Sarah, Remus releases the breath he had been holding and JJ shoots him a wink.
This is gonna be fun, he thinks to himself, looking between you and Remus. He catches James looking in your direction, quite pathetically if he’s being honest and smirks. And the plot continues to thicken.
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“Any luck?” Lily asks as she does her rounds with James.
“No.” He sighs. “I can’t seem to catch her alone. She’s either with Remus or with fucking Maybank.” He says with an annoyed roll of his eyes. “Or she’s in the room of requirement that simply won’t open its fucking doors for me! I just…I don’t know what to do.”
Lily grimaces, unsure of what to do herself. She really does feel bad for James, she hates having to see him like this. But the last time she tried to help, she only made things worse, causing a fight between them.
“I should have never defended you that day.” James sighs, mostly to himself, but of course Lily still hears.
“Hey!” She frowns. “I didn’t ask you to! If I recall correctly, I tried to get you to leave it alone.”
“I know!” James groans in frustration, mainly at himself. “Godric, I’m such an idiot. It’s just- I know how she can be. She’s very good at hurting people with her words when she wants to.”
“I can take it.” Lily assures him. “I’m sure it’s nothing compared to what Petunia’s told me before. Besides, it was technically my fault. I kept pushing her to talk even when she said she didn’t want to.”
“Funny, considering you specifically told me not to push her.” James comments.
“Okay.” Lily rolls her eyes. “We both messed up. How do we fix it?”
“Don’t know.” James says honestly. “I feel like if I just knew what was going on, everything else would fall into place.”
“It’s not…do you think maybe she could be pregnant?” Lily muses.
“Pregnant!” James shouts, looking at her with wide eyes.
“I don’t know!” Lily shrugs. “I mean, it would explain a lot; the fatigue, the vomiting, the mood swings… Do you know if she’s been seeing anyone?”
“I don’t…I don’t know.” James shakes his head, his thoughts racing. “She never… She’s never talked about boys with me.”
“I mean, it’s a possibility…” Lily muses.
“Yeah…” James mumbles, feeling his heart drop. “I suppose you’re right.”
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“I know you’re there.” You mumble, continuing to work on your essay. Once you’re finally done with your sentence, you look up, sighing when you see James standing at the door with a nervous smile.
“I come in peace.” He promises, holding his arms up as he walks into the room.
“What do you want, James?” You ask, crossing your arms as you stare at him.
“My best friend back.” He says, causing you to roll your eyes and pick up your quill again. “No, wait! I’m sorry!” He says, pulling the quill from your hand. “Can we talk?”
“Not really giving me much of a choice.” You shrug.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.”
You roll your eyes and shake your head at James.
“I mean it. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have ever yelled at you like that. Especially when I didn’t know the full story. I was confused and hurt and I took it out on you when I shouldn’t have. I just- I don’t understand. What happened? What changed? I-I feel like I’m losing you.”
“Maybe you are!” You yell in frustration.
“What?” James asks with a chuckle, smile dropping when he sees you’re serious.
“Is that really so bad?” You ask, avoiding his gaze. “I mean, people change, people grow apart. It happens all the time.”
“Sure, it happens. But not to us.” James shakes his head with a frown. “I mean…it’s us. We’ve been friends since…forever.”
“James-”
“I don’t understand what’s happening, but I’m not gonna let it tear us apart. You’re my best friend, Y/N. I…I can’t do this without you. I don’t want to do this without you. So let me in, or don’t.” James shrugs. “It’s up to you. But either way, I’m not leaving. I love you too much to walk away.”
Your eyes burn with unshed tears as you listen to him let his guard down, finally telling you how he really feels. You wish you could do the same and let him see what’s going on. When you finally start to cry, you cover your face with your hands, and James is right there, pulling you into his arms.
“What’s wrong darling? Why’re you crying?” He asks softly. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. Just miss you is all…”
“I miss you too. I’m so sorry, James.” You sob.
“Hey, nothing to apologize for.” He assures you, rubbing your back soothingly. “We’ll be alright, darling. We always are.”
When you finally find it in you to pull away from his embrace, he gives you a kind smile. He wipes the smeared makeup from under your eyes and nods his head, proud of his work.
“What do you say we sneak out to Hogsmeade for a butterbeer? Just us two?” He asks, desperately hoping you’ll say yes.
“Um,” You look at your work and then back up at James. “I don’t know…I really should finish my-“
“Come on.” James whines. “It’ll be quick! It’s been a while since we’ve gone off, just the two of us. We used to do it all the time, remember?”
“I suppose I have time for one butterbeer.” You relent, rolling up your parchment and putting it in your bag. Beside you, James cheers.
“I mean it, Jamie! Just one! I have to finish this tonight. What? What’s with that smile you’re giving me?”
“It’s been a while since you’ve called me Jamie…I missed it.” He confesses as you walk down the corridor.
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“This is weird.” You finally say, breaking the awkward silence at the table. James looks up at you with wide eyes.
“What? No! It’s not weird. It’s us! We’re…we’re not weird. It’s just been a while since we’ve talked! How’s…how’s your mythology class?”
“I dropped it.”
“You did?” James asks with a frown. “Oh… Well what about care of magical creatures? I know you love that one!”
“I dropped that class too.” You tell him, taking a sip of your butterbeer. “I’m only taking charms and defense against the dark arts.”
“You dropped all your electives? Why?” James asks softly.
Because I’m tired all the time, you think to yourself. And the less classes I’m taking, the less people I have to hide my hanahaki from.
“Just have a lot going on right now.” You shrug.
“Oh. I see.” James nods, “Well how about your apprenticeship? I know you were really excited to start working with Kettleburn.”
“I ended up pushing that back.” You tell him with a small grin.
“You’re…not doing your internship right now?” James asks. “Why not?”
It’s kinda hard to take care of magical creatures when you can’t even take care of yourself.
“Um, there’s just something I have to take care of first.” You say cryptically.
Suddenly Lily’s words are ringing through James’ head.
Do you think she could be pregnant?
“So what do you think about babies?” James asks, trying to be casual.
You look up at him with a confused frown.
“I think they’re…cool?” You offer with a laugh. “I don’t really understand the question.”
“Yeah, right? They’re pretty cool.” James nods. “Do you…do you think you’ll ever have some? Someday?”
“I don’t know…I guess.” You shrug. “Haven’t thought too much about it…”
“I imagine I’d want to have kids in my twenties.” James tells you.
Still frowning in confusion, you can only nod.
“But if you wanted to have kids sooner…” James starts. “Or if you somehow found yourself in a situation where a baby might be coming sooner than you originally planned, I would support you, you know?”
“I don’t think I follow…”
“Are you pregnant?” He asks bluntly, causing your eyes to widen.
“Am I fucking what?” You ask.
“Pregnant.” James repeats. “Are you?”
“Why the fuck would you think that?” You whisper, not wanting anyone else to overhear.
“Well, it would explain the throwing up and the mood swings.” James tells you.
“Unbelievable.” You mutter, standing up and walking out of Hogs Head. James leaves some money on the table then hurries after you.
“I’m not bloody pregnant.” You tell him when he falls into step beside you.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong!”
“That. That right there. That was another mood swing.” James says, pointing a finger at you.
“That wasn’t a mood swing.” You say, putting his hand down. “That was you annoying me.”
“Okay, so not pregnant.” James nods. “Is it about class?”
You stay quiet, continuing the walk back to Hogwarts.
“No, you’re right.” James shakes his head. “You’re brilliant at charms and defense against dark arts. You wouldn’t be struggling in that.”
“Can you just leave it-“
“Is it about a boy?” James asks, his heart racing as he waits for you to answer. You falter in your footsteps and James’ grin drops for only a moment before it returns, slightly dimmer than before, not that you notice. “It is, isn’t it?”
“We’re not talking about this.” You tell him, walking faster.
“Why not?” James asks, easily falling into step beside you again.
“Because we don’t do this.” You remind him. “We’ve never talked about boys.”
“Now that I think of it, I don’t understand why.” James muses. “I talk to you about Lily all the time.”
“Why don’t you wanna talk about boys with me?” James asks, thoroughly annoying you.
“Because I just don’t.”
“But why?” He continues. “What? Do you have a crush on one of the lads or something?”
“No.” You tell him with a frown.
“Do you have a crush on me?” He asks.
“No!”
“Then why’s your face getting all red?” He teases, poking your cheek.
“Because you don’t get it!” You finally admit. “You’re a boy! You don’t get what it’s like!”
“What what’s like?” James asks softly when he sees how upset you’re getting. “Hey…talk to me.”
“I just…I’m not like them!” You sigh. “I’m not a girly girl. I don’t…wear dresses or heels. I don’t have perfect hair or nails. I’m not pretty like Lily or Marlene or Dorcas.”
“You don’t have to be pretty like them.” James tells you with a frown. “You’re pretty like you.”
“But that’s not good enough! I’m not good enough. I…wear jeans and trainers! My nail polish is always chipped and my makeup is always smudged. I’m always running around with you guys getting into trouble and…guys don’t like that.”
“Sure they do!” James assures you.
“Guys don’t like me.” You say softly, eyes burning with unshed tears as you keep your gaze focused on the cobblestone, face absolutely burning in embarrassment.
“You don’t really believe that, do you?” James asks, heart breaking when he sees how upset you are. How long has this been bothering you for? And what kind of a best friend is he, that he didn’t even notice?
“Y/N, loads of guys like you! You think guys wanna date a girl who’s scared to get mud on her shoes? No! You’re fun! You’re adventurous! You don’t think twice about running into the forbidden forest or jumping into the black lake.” He lists, voice filled with admiration.
You shrug your shoulders as you keep walking.
“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” James sighs.
“Oh yeah?” You ask, finally looking up at him. “How’s that?”
“Beautiful.” He says immediately. He frowns when you roll your eyes and try to look away. James cups your face, forcing you to keep your eyes on him.
“Y/N, I mean it. You’re beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful. How do you not get that?”
You shrug your shoulders again as you shyly stare into his hazel eyes. You watch as his eyes bounce all over your features before landing on your lips.
“James…” You whisper breathlessly.
“Yeah?” He whispers just as softly.
You feel like you’re frozen, unable to move as you watch James slowly bring his face closer to yours. Finally snapping out of it when his lips brush against yours softly, you take a step back.
“What the hell was that?!” You ask, covering your mouth with your hands.
James’ eyes widen as he too, takes a step back.
“I…forgive me.” He stutters anxiously. “I don’t know why I did that. I-I didn’t mean to.”
“This didn’t happen.” You tell him with a pained look, turning around and starting to walk away.
“Y/N, wait.” James calls, jogging after you. “Hold up. I didn’t mean to, honest. It was a mistake.”
“Leave me alone!” You shout over your shoulder at him, continuing to walk away.
“Can you- can you just not tell Lily about this?” James asks nervously, causing you to stop in your tracks. “I just- things are finally-“
“What’s there to tell?” You ask coldly, back still turned to him. “Nothing happened.”
James doesn’t follow you this time. He stands in the middle of the road with a frown, watching as your figure gets smaller and smaller the further you walk away from him.
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madamemiz · 2 months
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y'know what i find interesting about sun now that hw2 is out?
i've seen various interpretations of him since the game's release with all the new dialogue and scenes we got ranging from "stressed and in bad need of a cigarette and a three year vacation" to "petty bitch" to "caring but pushed to his limit" and like
the thing is, they're all right
he probably played favorites with some of the kids--cassie's testament combined with his general mannerisms certainly make me think so. sun is a little mean to the player character. he insults you, he talks down to you, he treats you like you don't have two brain cells to rub together when you screw up. in the carousel level, he's clearly begrudging that he can't simply do the job himself. he is petty and he is stressed and he is frustrated
you'd think, then, that sun would happily let moon do what he will with the human employees he clearly detests, with the kids that obviously frustrate him. you'd think he'd make good on his threats to turn off the lights himself, to let these people get what they deserve. how many times have we dreamed of petty revenge on the shitty customers and coworkers we've had to deal with in our jobs?
he doesn't. instead, he resigns himself to a life of isolation to keep moon in check, doing whatever he can to keep anyone else from getting hurt or dying. despite all his hot air, sun cares. deeply, selflessly. when we see him during the ruin segments of hw2, he's shaking in fear, hiding in scant light he has access to in his and moon's horrible room, out of easy reach from most, trying in the only way he can to keep more tragedy from occurring. he knows how bad his situation is; he's acutely aware of it in a way most of the other animatronics don't seem to be. his actions speak far louder than his words, and god knows he has plenty to say
sun is a deeply flawed person who tries to do good in spite of it all, and to me, that's fascinating
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still6arelyhere · 25 days
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⚠️MAJOR CREEP ALERT⚠️
REBLOG THIS POST, REPORT AND BLOCK THIS USER!!
I WILL REBLOG WITH ADDITIONAL MESSAGES
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Constantly asking for pics, constantly saying things to get control over me and gain my trust (e.g. "I'd be proud if you tossed it", "I'm not going to judge you")
Some major red flags from the start:
1. In my experience, if anyone's comment contains "dm me" it's usually bad news. Could be fine sometimes but personal experience it's a red flag.
2. Right off the bat they asked for pics.
3. Asking for your age (especially when they don't say theirs to you).
4. Saying things to reassure you and gain your trust or gain control. Such as how they said "it sounds like you don't want to commit to getting better ):" as a way to make me feel guilty.
5. The fact that they mentioned coaches at all is a red flag.
6. Asking for my bmi, weight, and height.
7. Their account is basically empty. No pfp, no background, no name, no bio, 1 post, 3 likes. Them following multiple people means nothing.
8. Constantly asking for pictures after repeatedly being told no.
9. Becoming defensive when I got angry for them making an insult/"joke(?)" instead of apologizing when I was clearly not in the mood for comments like that
10. If they immediately shut down after you denying pictures (e.g. "Whatever." "I don't think this will work then" etc.) then they are 100% only looking for pics from you. No doubt about it.
11. Continuously assuming things about my situation. Most likely trying to find a way to seem smarter and trusted. It's easier to answer yes or no when they assume something than answer an open ended question about something vulnerable.
12. Trying to relate and seem knowledgeable about what's happening to you. (e.g. "and SAME. So tired this whole weekend. Sucks." & "I know how addictive it is")
13. The sentence "I'm def not a creep" SCREAMS creep vibes.
14. Obviously them flat out admitting it is a huge red flag if that's not obvious.
15. Asking for my name and many questions about me that are easily answered in my intro post. These are easy to find the answer to. I find it a red flag that they need to ask me and don't bother to check my bio or intro.
Try to avoid people with these traits (especially if they have multiple). Some of these are not a big deal if it's just one of them, but in the end, trust your gut.
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lilislegacy · 25 days
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an analysis: piper calling percy unimpressive
(warning: i wrote this at 1 am)
so basically
remember how we all despised piper mclean when she had the audacity to call our beloved percy “unimpressive” and we all lost our shit on the inside a little bit?
i truly don’t think she meant it in the way we think she did. i think we’re all just defensive of our boy.
piper clearly states that she is comparing percy to jason. first of all, jason is her boyfriend, so of course she’s biased. second of all, hera was manipulating piper to be obsessed with jason. so other guys and girls are automatically unimpressive to her.
and here’s the big thing: piper does not call him unattractive. she does not call him ugly. she simply says he’s not her type. piper is clearly attracted to the “good boy” look. jason is literally your all-american boy. he’s tall with light skin, a sturdy build, neat blonde hair, and blue eyes. part of why annabeth doesn’t trust him is because she is unsettled by his “perfect” appearance. jason is also obedient and well-mannered. he’s your standard good boy.
and the fact of the matter is: percy looks like a “bad boy”. and often, he acts like one too. him and jason are contrasts of each other. a symbolic representation of this: their features. percy has a darker complexion, messy black hair, unique green eyes, and a “sarcastic troublemaker smile.” he’s muscular, but in a leaner and more trim way. he’s tall, but he’s not a towering muscleman by any means. not that jason is either, but don’t forget, percy is a whole one. inch. (GASP) shorter than jason (which to me isn’t even noticeable, so her pointing it out as a flaw just proves that she’s so incredibly biased towards jason.) their other big contrasting feature: their personalities. jason is respectful and well-mannered. very obedient and under control. percy, however, makes jokes during inappropriate moments, talks back to people of power and authority, gets angry quickly, and loses control easily. i mean, literally right after she says this, percy starts insulting the roman god Bacchus and rapidly escalates a situation because of his natural instinct to be disobedient. piper is horrified by him doing this, especially because jason would never. does it make US all love percy very much? yes. but piper isn’t us.
THAT SAID, even she can’t actually call him unattractive. she even went as far to state that she can see why annabeth likes him, which means even her magically-obsessed-with-jason brain can still recognize his attractiveness and see why girls find him appealing. she calls him “cute in a scruffy way,” meaning she thinks that he’s got a disheveled attractiveness to him. she also once said that his pleading eyes are like a cute baby seal’s - even she can’t deny that his eyes are wonderful. so even though piper calls him unimpressive, i think rick put in a lot of clues here showing us that she acknowledges him as a conventionally attractive person, even if she’s not personally attracted to him.
let’s sum it up, shall we?
what does it say about percy? absolutely nothing. piper calling percy unimpressive is an inaccurate and unreliable source when it comes to analyzing percy’s physical appearance, especially if you don’t consider the context. this was rick’s way of showing piper’s clear preference towards jason, just like annabeth has a clear preference towards percy. and even though she said this, rick also made her give us several hints that percy is handsome, just not in a way she’s inclined towards. rick wanted love triangles to be completely out of the question with these 4. he wanted to make it very clear that annabeth had no interest in jason, and that piper had no interest in percy. so since piper is so drawn towards jason, percy had to be very different from him in her eyes.
jason is your a superman, percy is your batman
jason is your captain america, percy is your iron man. some even say spider man.
so put yourself in piper’s shoes: after hearing percy jackson’s name non-stop for 6 months, hearing him compared to jason, hearing of all his accomplishments and how heroic he is - i mean, the guy was literally honored on olympus and offered godhood - she was expecting a stereotypical good-boy hero. a hercules. a superman. your standard muscular blinding-white-teeth-smile hunk. the conventional, well-mannered good boy. and instead she got a wild and untamed, trouble-making bad boy. percy has an edge to him. he’s intimidating and unpredictable. he’s sarcastic and witty. he just looks like he’s up to no good. she wasn’t expecting any of that. that’s not what we’re taught a hero is supposed to be like or look like.
jason is appealing in a “he’d be a respectable and sturdy husband” way.
percy is appealing in a “he’s gonna fuck up my life but i so badly want him to” kind of way. (even though once you get to know him, you see he’s literally the world’s best boyfriend. piper even gets jealous of how loving he is towards annabeth.)
she had this exact idea of what he would be, and he wasn’t that. hence her calling him “unimpressive.” but it says nothing about his attractiveness.
i rest my case, your honor.
thank you for coming to my ted talk
disclaimer: i am not saying percy is actually a bad boy or a bad guy. he is a sweetheart. he has the biggest heart ever. he’s a cute little cinnamon roll. i am simply talking of first impressions from outsiders, and how he appears if you don’t know him.
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Halloween night. Nsfw!
𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 “𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵” 𝘙𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 !𝘍𝘦𝘮! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.
Modern au.
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It was Halloween night, and in your opinion, the best night of the year. You’ve always loved the creepy vibes to October, staying in with friends and watching horror movies until you both shit yourselves screaming, and the best part was going out into scary mazes at Halloween amusement parks. The thrill of Halloween just never failed to excite you, and here you find yourself with Gaz, soap, and Price being the one who was forced to come.
You knew he liked it, he just hated admitting it. He especially hated admitting that it scared him, because, oh no, it was ‘too immature’ for him.
“He’s not replying.” You suddenly huff out, getting a soft scoff from Gaz.
“Seriously, [name,] you need to get a better boyfriend. He’s clearly not interested.” His gruff voice sighs out casually. Your mouth hangs agape. Harsh much? But Gaz only gives you a simple shrug, not an ounce of shame on his face. Price observes the situation as Soap chimes in. “Yi’ll need a better boyfriend. Gaz is richt, ye Ken? He’s a glaikit pumpin’ prick anyways.” He huffs out, but you couldn’t help the smile of amusement shared between Gaz and Price.
“English, mate.” Price reminds, all of you stepping forward in the line.
“Oh! He replied. He says he’ll meet us in the maze.” You smiled before clicking your phone off and stuffing it in your back pocket. The three men share discreet looks before brushing it off anyways.
As you all advanced to the front, you paid and entered, the three men chatting and laughing away as if this was going to be a breeze for them.
Shock horror, it wasn’t.
As soon as the first worker jumped out with a horrifying mask and a chainsaw roaring in their faces unexpectedly, his voice making a spine-chilling shriek, the first reaction of Soap was to grab a hold of Gaz and shout aloud. “Awa' an' bile yer heid, bas! given me a hert attack..” You too grabbed onto Price with a squeal as he clutched his chest and heaved out like he was in the middle of a heart attack, Gaz too hunching over from the scare.
You couldn’t help but wheeze out a laugh at the three, now slowly but surely recovering and making the next turn. “Fucking hell…” Gaz murmurs, glancing over to your bursts of laughter with a suppressed smile.
“I regret this every fucking year. Why do I even come?” Price adds, rubbing his face as the torture for them carries on. After every turn and corner, the Scottish insults come hurling in, Gaz’ shouts frighten the life out of Price more than the actual scare, and the maze becomes so crowded until eventually you lose them through the heaps of people.
Sure it was fun with them, but alone? Fuck, you hated every second of it. There was a shiver running up your spine, eery silences, adrenaline starting to pump through your veins as every corner seemed like hell to conquer.
But the man that turned the corner shocked you into a sudden freeze. You halted in your tracks, the both of you staring at each other for what seemed like minutes. His piercing blue eyes were the only visible feature through his skull mask, the rest of him dressed in black. He was wearing a suit…so could he be a worker? The thought left your mind when He didn’t hesitate grasping your arm. Workers were not permitted to touch you…so who was this? You stared at the back of his head as this strange man leads you through the maze until you both stopped somewhere secluded. It really didn’t surprise you why you didn’t fight back, you were the sort of person to cave into anything. And ‘anything’ was apparently a tall man grabbing you by the arm and man-handling you like a doll.
You studied the man a little more, finally coming to a conclusion. You let out a breath of relief, it was your boyfriend, [bf/n.] “Jesus you scared me, I thought you were never coming..” you sighed out, dropping your head and letting the racing beat of your heart settle. Your boyfriend was towering above you, still not making a single sound, only staring at you.
“Alright, I get it.” You snort, “you don’t have to be silent you know? I get the whole creepy vibe you’re trying with me.” You roll your eyes, his body now pressing you back into the wall. For a moment you swallowed, getting a strange aura from him. Why was he being so creepy? But then he pulled the mask up so the sharp of his jaw and the plumpness of his mouth were revealed to you, finally leaning down and pressing your lips together without any hesitation.
You didn’t falter for a second, cupping his cheeks and parting his lips with your tongue, a muffled grunt being vibrated against your lips as his hands found your waist. He was impatient today, clearly pent up as he pushed you against the wall and smothered your lips with his tongue. He tilted his head, making sure to push your head back into the wall with the force of the kiss. You finally leaned back, breathing heavily as his lips were glossed over, his head inching slightly forward as if trying to capture your lips again. His tongue flicked out to lick his bottom lip, letting out a soft breath as he readjusted the bulge in his pants. You noticed and quirked a brow.
“Here? Right now?”
His bulge rubbed against your thigh, and he nodded like a lost puppy. He still wasn’t talking, which made you frown, but the tightness in his pants was distracting you, you couldn’t think straight. His calloused palm slowly ran down your bare arm, causing you to shudder and look to the side to make sure the place was quiet and you wouldn’t get caught. You weren’t necessarily planning to scare anyone else with getting ploughed into whilst in a creepy Halloween maze.
It was a pretty quiet place, which made you think that he must have been looking while in here to find somewhere for the two of you to shackle up. You suddenly heard a clink of a belt, dragging your gaze away from the corner and looking down to see him frantically pulling the item away from him as he unzipped his pants, his cold palm cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him again. “Turn.” Is all he said, his voice gruff, low, lower than usual as if he was ill. You weren’t processing his words, so he let out a grunt and did it himself, turning you to face the wall as he crouched down, gently hooking his finger in the hem of your pants, wasting no time and slowly pulling them down to reveal your panties.
He let out a strained groan, only at the sight of them. You felt both of his hands cup your ass cheeks, handling each one with such care it was a foreign feeling. His fingers kneaded into the soft flesh as both of your hands flattened against the wall, your lips parting as he, with no shame, pinched the hem of your panties and pulled the fabric down to your ankles and let out a shaky sigh: as if it were the first time he was seeing….everything. Which is wasn’t. his lips ran across your bare skin as he let his breath tickle your ass, slowly pressing a kiss to each one before placing his large hands on the back of your thighs.
He’d finished appreciating your rear, and apparently he had more he wanted to see. “Turn.” Again, you were caught off guard by his voice, but did so anyways. You didn’t realise he was so close, but now his eyes were pinned onto your cunt. His cool hands found their place on your thick thighs, where he started to gently fondle the flesh, his nose brushing dangerously close to your crotch.
You sighed out of pleasure, tilting your head back and biting down on your tongue. What had gotten into him? Why was he suddenly so appreciative of your naked body?
“[Bf/n]..” you trail off, slowly placing your hand atop of his masked head. He still had his balaclava bunched up by his nose, his mouth now pressing into your wet pussy, his tongue snaking out and licking a straight line all the way up until he stopped at your clit. You watched down with your mouth hung agape, your view being his nose pressed against the very top of your cunt while his tongue was tasting your very arousal. He let out a groan, the vibrations making your back arch and a shameful moan to slip from your lips. You were glad the creepy Halloween music was too loud to hear anything.
You slapped your free hand to your mouth, earning a deep chuckle from him as his eyes flicker up to you. He leans back, licking his lips with a soft inaudible murmur. He stares for a few moments, admiring the meal in front of him before his thumb slowly circles your clit.
A frustrated grunt leaves your lips, “please…hurry up, I beg I can’t-“ your pleas have him twitching in his pants as he stares up at you, his index finger now starting to slowly circle your entrance as he licks his lips. He too has had enough of this torture, caving into your words and not able to hold back. He didn’t waste any time In grabbing your arm and turning you, this time releasing his achingly hard erection. He taps his tip against your ass, stroking himself to the sight of you - but he stops. He was already getting too excited.
He grabs your hips, noting how his fingers dig into the flesh and leave marks before he lines himself up against your hole, gently nudging himself in, teasing you, also noting how tight you were. How was he going to fit? He lets out a shaky sigh by your ear, slowly penetrating you and pushing his hips forward. Your jaw dropped, had he grown like two fucking inches? Why did he feel so girthy today? Your cheek pressed up against the wall, his parted lips pressed against your temple as strained sighs fall from his mouth.
He was fully inside of you now, pulsing and clearly holding back his primal desire to fuck you so roughly against this wall. He had to refrain, pulling his hips back slowly before pushing forward again, breaking your barriers and loosening you out a little to fit him. You could feel each individual vein, how his tip caressed your inner walls. It was becoming easier to thrust now, your arousal acting as a lube as his nails dig into your hips even harder. He sounded like he was really struggling, like a wild animal that was forcing himself to hold back.
His hand moved up your spine until it reached your hair, gently brushing it to the other side of your shoulder so his lips could press freely against your neck to muffle any sounds that he released: which was a lot. He was strangely vocal today. He slowly picked up his pace, putting all his passion and effort into stretching your hole and fully feeling you out. He took his time, leaning away from your neck just to seethe out a soft groan, admiring how with each slow thrust your ass rippled against his crotch.
He could do this all fucking day. Your moans were music to his ears, how he was ruining you right now in a public place, how his movements made you squirm and sweat. You were a masterpiece, and as time went on, his patience withered. It was so small now that he was ploughing into you, so much you could hear the faint slapping noises of flesh hitting flesh, one of his hands cupping your mouth to silence you, the other grabbing your hair to arch your back as he plummeted into you again and again.
It felt like heaven, each moan proving how well he hit your g-spots and fully pumped all of his passion and lust into you. You couldn’t hold back, your eyes were squeezed shut and your legs were trembling from the impact of his thrusts, and eventually you couldn’t help but buckle and let your orgasm crush through your body. It took him so much effort not to speak to you, not to reveal his voice, but his grunts and soft groans couldn’t be held back. Not when such a perfect girl was in front of him half-naked. It wasn’t long after before he pressed his crotch up firmly against your ass, giving you one last harsh thrust and not being able to help but spurt out his seed inside of you, coating your inner walls in thick layers of his cum as he bit into your shoulder, not regretting a single thing.
You both stay there for a moment, panting out like wild animals and letting your orgasm ride out. He cleared his throat, “birth control?” He asked. You nodded, furrowing your brows before he stepped back and started to hastily button himself back up. He tidied up, helping you become a lot neater before you shared a long look at each other.
“I’ll see you out there then…okay?” You breathed out, legs still weak. He nodded, watching as you tried your best to look like you hadn’t just been fucked so roughly before disappearing around the corner.
You eventually left the maze, feeling overly embarrassed when Gaz, soap, price and….your boyfriend were all chatting by the front. Your fucking boyfriend, wearing a completely different outfit to what you’d just seen him in. You turned around to see if the same ‘boyfriend’ was behind you, your heart sinking as you rushed up to him. You grabbed his shoulders, ignoring the questions from the other three about how you went missing.
“Did you go in the maze?!” You asked frantically.
He frowned at you, “No I waited here…why?”
Your face went pale, and when you turned around that same fucker was staring at you before disappearing beyond the crowds.
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Okay. This is my first time writing smut….or writing a ‘proper’ story overall lol. Don’t judge me, I know it isn’t Halloween but the idea popped into my head. 🤭
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luimagines · 7 months
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Fake Engagement Part 2
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Part 1
Part two will include Sky, Warrior and Twilight
Content under the cut!
Sky
You ran through the scenarios in your mind. There was one way you could get of this situation but you’d hate to be proven wrong. It would have instantaneous results.
“Come on~ I don’t bite. What harm can come from me showing you around town?” This guy hadn’t no for an answer. 
Sure he wasn’t exactly doing wrong- per say. But you didn’t trust his vibes. And you would have rather been left alone. Or with Link. Any Link. Which ever came first.
“I have a partner.” You blurt, hoping to dissuade him. This is it. This is where you hope you don’t leave to go flying out the window. “I don’t think he’d appreciate your offer as much.”
This takes the young man by surprise. “Oh. Well where is he?”
“Right here.” Sky answers from behind your back.
You can feel yourself pale. This isn’t....worse. But despite what the others said about Sky, he’s just as bad as the rest of them. You’re instantly worried.
“I’m their partner.” He comes around, reaching his hand out to shake the strangers.
“Ex.” You blurt, because you don’t want to seem too enthralled. For some reason, you’ve decided to self sabotage.
Sky is undeterred though. “Beloved, that’s a horrible way to tell people we’re engaged.”
You looks up at him.
He’s smirking.
The other guy shakes Sky hands and put his own up in mock surrender. “Alright. I can see that there’s no need for me here then. I’ll get going.”
Sky nods, not waiting for you to catch up mentally to the circumstances. “Of course. Have a good day.”
Sky sighs, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Well that went well.”
You cough and slowly move his hand off of you. “You’re crazy. I cannot believe you just said that. I bet he’s going to spread the news of something.”
“Is it that bad?” Sky leans into your face, his smirk ever present. “No one would bother you now! I think that’s a solid win!”
“Where did you even come from?” You try to change the topic, ignoring the way your face feels aflame. “I couldn’t find any of you for ages!″
He shrugs. “I was nearby. And I saw you from a distance with this guy talking to you. I didn’t think much of it at first. I was just coming by to ask you something I heard you blatantly lie. I figured that it wouldn’t hurt to back you up.”  
He smiles so brightly. He’s clearly so proud of himself. He absolutely considers this a victory.
You groaned. “Well you got him to finally go away. I suppose I should thank you.”
Sky brightens. You think you’re going to need glasses after this. “Calling me an Ex. Please. That’s an insult to my character if anything.”
“It’s not always because someone had to have done something.” You roll your eyes, punching his shoulder lightly. “Sometimes people just aren't compatible.”
“You say that as if you’ve already established that fact between the two of us.”
“Sky... Link...” You smile at him. He’s so goofy. “How would we know if we’re compatible or not?”
“There’s one way to find out.”
Oh. He’s no longer joking.
Warrior
“And this is my fiancé.” Warrior gestures to you in front of the small crowd.
He so owes me for this, you think to yourself despite the bright smile on your face. “A pleasure to meet you.”
They all smile back politely, even if they do a horrible job at pretending to be nice about it. They fan and all nod and take their small talk and their snobbish ways and leave.
You let out a breath, tightening your grip on Warrior’s arm. “I hate them already.”
He chokes on a laugh, struggling to keep his composure. “Don’t worry. I’m sure they already don’t like you either.”
You huff, turning with him as you glide through the ballroom. You have no idea where the others are, but you have to admit. It’s kind of nice to be fancy for a change. And you get to flaunt off being better than everyone else since you’ve come as Warrior’s plus one.
Something that apparently was a hot commodity around these parts. 
Enough so, that the poor captain was desperate enough to ask you for help. And who were you to deny him?
You snag a glass of some light scented alcohol for both you and Warrior while he yoinks a few finger foods off different passing plate. You trade your bounty and continue to walk around the room, pretending to be deep in unbreakable conversation. 
“I can’t imagine why they wouldn’t like me.” You tease between a bite and sip. “I’m an absolute delight to have around.”
Warrior laughs a little. It’s the most carefree you’ve seen him in a while. He’s spent the last three days worrying about this moment but here he is, laughing at almost every little thing you say. “Do you want to real answer or the one that keeps the conversation light?”
“Real answer.” You say, tipping your glass back. “Why do they all circle you like vultures?”
“Ah.” Warrior finishes off his food. “That would be why they wouldn’t like you. But to answer that question... I’m not entirely sure. I’m sure it has something to do with my hero status unfortunately. And my close ties to the crown.”
“And everything that comes with it?”
“More or less.”
“My condolences.”
“It’s a living.” Warrior shrugs, tipping his drink back as well. “I’ve gotten used to it. But I’m glad you’re here. Pretenses ignored.”
You hum and return to your spot on his arm. “Well for the night! We are to be wed in the imaginative future!”
You take his glass and sip the last drops, keeping eye contact with him. He visibly gulps, watching you with interest. You grin. “So we might as well enjoy ourselves.”
“Agreed.” Warrior takes the last bit of the food you had in your hand, tossing it into his mouth without a single care in the world. “We can start by getting decent meal.”
“Alright... but you owe me for taking my bite.”
“I’ll pay you back in actual rupees. Let’s go.”
Twilight
“Help me.”
Twilight had dragged you by the shoulders and had pulled you aside into a dark corner. It was so urgent and sudden and you had thought that he was in trouble or that he was in danger.
“What? What is it?” You gasps, smoothing out your clothes and his on instinct. “What’s happening?”
“Ok.” He gulps. “I’m being followed.”
“What?” You begin to glare.
“And she’s not taking no for an answer.” He winces. “I don’t want to be rude.”
“Twilight, honey, we talked about this.” You put your hand on your hips. “You can be rude if they’re not respecting your space-”
“Just-” Twilight cuts himself off. He sags onto himself and sighs pathetically, “...Help me. Please.”
You shake your head. “Alright, show me. Where is she?”
“She should be-”
“Oh here you are!” A chipper voice calls out. It sounds sweet enough to be syrup and yet significantly older than either of you. You finally understand the problem.
You try to mimic the joy behind the voice. “Oh hello! Are you looking for someone?”
She doesn’t seem to mind that you’re with Twilight, so there’s something else here. “I was looking for this nice man to help me with something.”
“Oh, what can my fiancé help you with?” You reply without missing a beat.
Something on Twilight’s face changes but you’ve stepped ahead of him to meet this woman head on. It’s just outside of your peripheral, but can’t make it out.
The woman sees it however and the chipper tone stops. “Oh... I see. Well I wondering if he would be able to help me with something by my house and there’s just no one else that seems to be able to help me.”
Twilight shifts behind you.
You tilts your head. You know this is a trap but it’s not meant for you. “Oh, ok. Well he’s a bit busy at the moment. We’re here with family but I can help you, ma’am. Where is it?”
She seems taken aback. “N-no. It’s quite heavy so I was hoping.”
“Well I am pretty strong.” You pulls back your sleeve and jokingly flex. “I can handle it, I’m sure.”
She seems even more off put. You refuse to give her what she wants. She eventually shakes her head. “I appreciate the offer but I don’t think it would work between the two of us.”
Interesting choice of words.
“I see.” You put your arm down. “Sorry about not being able to help you.”
She hums, giving Twilight another look. You step in front of her. “Is there anything else we can help you with?”
She bites back a smile. “When’s the wedding date?”
“We’re marrying in spring.” Twilight says softly. “But no set date yet.”
She hums again and nods. “Well then. Thank you. Have a good day.”
She walks away.
You gulp and take a step back, crashing into Twilight.
“You think fast.”
“I don’t like her.”
“I didn’t either. Let’s get out of here and find the others. Before she realizes she doesn’t care if I’m taken or not.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
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pix3lplays · 4 months
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SO. ABOUT THAT PRETTY ROSE MAN. ARGENTI. (I love the Xianzhou men but please get me tF OFF THE LUOFU I WANNA GO TO PENACONY LEMME IN LEMME IIIIINNN-)
I see this guy as the one who would gasp and put a hand over his chest like a woman about to clutch her pearls oml-
“An affront to Indrila is also an insult to the Knights of Beauty.”
I’m begging on my knees for Hoyo to make this man have overly proper speech. After all, if his words are not also beautiful, how could he ever claim to be a follower of Indrila?
I like to think that beauty is not meant just for physical appearance. Kinda like the words thing I mentioned. Every aspect of life can be an expression of beauty. Which is why he probably fell in love with you. While you, yourself, are beautiful in his eyes physically, it is also your mind and your heart that he must find beautiful as well. Your very soul, even.
So when he falls in love with you and says that you are a perfect example of what a follower of Indrila should be and says that he loves you- He really does mean it. He loves every bit of you and thinks every part of you is beautiful. He wouldn't have decided to start a relationship with you had he not thought so.
(Another dash of yandere to tease you- Even your mistakes are beautiful to him. Especially because your flaws are like beautiful mistakes he can fix in the pursuit of true beauty. He sees it like a grander version of kintsugi [Japanese art- You repair broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum]. You could be his little doll to mold and perfect. He will make you as close to divinity-to Indrila as possible. :))) )
Also fjawoegi- He's Protective. The man is a knight, after all. Just because he is in the pursuit of beauty, doesn't mean that things won't get ugly when he has someone to protect. I can imagine that if he's the type to be jealous, that he'd feel super conflicted over it. Because it is not a good, pretty emotion.
If someone was hitting on you when you clearly are uncomfortable, he'd step in all like, “Halt. They have already made clear their disinterest in your advances, you rake. Begone from our sight lest I decide the situation necessitates more than just a few words."
He's such a gentleman uGH- Trying to get the man to let loose more is near impossible. But it's also endearing because he's so caring, attentive and gentle with you. I feel like he would always greet you by bowing his head to kiss the back of your hand. You could have been gone for like 20 minutes and he'll walk up to you when you come back to kiss your hand. Does so and just says, "My love," as a greeting. AUUGGHH-
Definitely the kind to walk on the side of the road, open the door, pull out your chair, ask before kissing you, place a hand on your waist to shield you from the crowd and pull you away from people who are about to bump into you, ask you about your day, listen to you intently and with his full attention, and and and- AAAAAA-
On the other hand, I think he can be a bit dramatic. I mean look at what he did in that trailer- FOR A PLANT.
I mentioned the clutchin ya pearls thing and I just can see him having that as part of his personality as well. Always talking about the persuit of beauty and praising Indrila and their greatness yada yada-
He seems like the dramatic type to kinda grandstand. I mean- You remember what he was doing in the trailer.
ALSO. HE 100% USES HIS SKILL JUST TO GIVE YOU A BOUQUET OF FLOWERS OIFSJGOIJGEHUGR- And then he does it again when the old ones begin to show signs of wilting because you must have the best and most beautiful of roses from your beloved knight, of course. He's also incredibly loyal due to his nature as a knight. I think the man probably waits on you hand and foot. Doesn't even let you walk through puddles, he'll carry you-
Might talk about this more later osjgeo-
*throws glitter and vanishes*
Oh my gosh please come back and tell me more I’m begging you I am INVESTED in your interpretation of Argenti
Yes pretty rose man better talk fancy, it would FIT HIM SO WELL
And we all know he is…so very dramatic. There’s No Way he isn’t. He Has to Be. Please. Please. Please????
(And since you like to tease me with Yandere so much allow me to return the favor…
Him seeing you as a delicate little flower that he must protect at all times…he’d do anything to keep you safe. ANYTHING. And the way he’d push you to be absolutely perfect in every aspect, punishing you if you’re out of line ever so slightly, and then begging for your forgiveness while he corrects your mistake…very strong mixed messages from this Yandere)
And oh my gosh him using his skill just to give you flowers yes, he’s So-
Another man who’s particular about his hair. Definitely worse than Dr. Ratio. It’s a real sign of trust when he lets you touch his hair.
The kind who gets Especially dramatic when he’s Sick or Not feeling well oh my gosh.
He drapes himself over you, complaining about his sore throat or aching head and it’s like ok babe but did you die??
You KNOW he’s loyal as heck. He will not Leave your side if that’s what you will.
I just. Have many feelings for our pretty rose man Argenti…
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Something bothering me after s3.e4. Zava's right, a lot. The first thing the guy says is that gender is a social construct! Hell yeah!
We all expected to hate him, expected him to be a Jaimie s1, and then he barges in to the scene saying all this stuff that we agree with. This episode where he talks about how we should name ourselves feels a bit "yes, king."
Except that it's not.
Zava does not ask Van Damme why he's Zoreaux because he wants Van Damme to look deeper, he does it because he was corrected by Van Damme on his name. Zava was wrong, and rather than admit that and move on Zava constructed a narrative in which he was right by using ideology that we already agree with.
It's a distraction technique. It's a massively toxic trait that is most often used by narcissists. It becomes impossible to argue with someone doing this, because you agree fundamentally with what they're saying, and the moment that you do you've fallen into a trap where the narcissist does not have to change their behavior or recognize their wrongs.
This particular situation is a small one, but it hints at something much bigger. The fact that Zava couldn't admit he was wrong over a more minor thing is a big red flag to me. Zava said what he said to protect his hero/idol status, and because he is the kind of man that cannot admit to his mistakes.
This also isn't the first time. His introduction is him sitting at Rebecca's desk. Which is clearly very creepy, but when he's called to answer to why he's there he distracts us by saying "gender is a construct." When he first speaks to Ted he simultaneously says the things all coaches want to hear and what he really means. "I am an empty vessel filled with gold. I am a rock, mold me." He's claiming he'll listen to Ted, but also very clearly saying that he will do what he wants in the end. He simultaneously says Will is the most important person and insults him by saying he's 11. We're used to himbo characters and seeing the best in people, but that just makes it all the easier to be taken in.
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The writers are clearly using Zava to illustrate a new type of toxic male character we haven't yet seen on the show as of yet. And they're simultaneously demonstrating just how convincing narcissists are. They're so easy to like because they say the right things. Many of the fans of the show like Zava, and that's on purpose.
And the writers have also already told us exactly what Zava's going to do.
When Zava is first mentioned, Rebecca and Higgins talk about how he switches teams constantly. Now that we know Zava's character it's easy to connect the dots as to why that is. The moment people on the team wise up to who Zava actually is and stop hero worshiping him is the moment Zava skips town. He doesn't care what kind of situation that leaves his team in, because he's only ever been on a team of 1.
So what we'll see is that Zava will continue to use progressive words to prove himself right while being steadily more wrong and offensive. At some point that will cross a line where the team can no longer ignore it, and it will break the illusion of what Zava's been doing the whole time for both the team and the audience. Zava will immediately leave Richmond. And bc this is a tv show it will be at a moment where Richmond needs him the most.
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been reading a lot of Owl House fanfic lately & have some Hunter Thoughts (long post + cw for discussion of child abuse):
run into the take a couple of times now that the other Coven heads (in particular well-meaning characters like Darius & Raine) should have done more to help Hunter. and while i do agree that uhh almost every adult in the show let Hunter down i have 2 responses to that
FIRSTLY: i could be wrong (i watched s2 in a pretty choppy manner) but i don't think there's any indication that Hunter's abuse is happening anywhere other than behind closed doors. it's very possible that the outward image of Hunter & Belos's relationship is 'this is the emperor's special favourite nephew who he dotes upon'.
it's like. self-evidently the case that Hunter is being neglected emotionally but probably no-one had any reason to think he was in physical danger. remember that most people were under the impression that Belos was a benevolent ruler & the minority who'd figured out what his game could have reasonably assumed that for all his faults he wouldn't hurt Hunter.
Darius expresses concern about his social life but seems to read uhh nothing whatsoever into this interaction:
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which suggests to me that he hasn't seen any prior indication of physical abuse & just assumes Hunter is being very dramatic!
(side note i just noticed Flapjack covering his eyes with his wings gdlkjfhglfjh omg Flapjack)
& all of this is very plausible! let's face it not all abusive parents IRL give off obvious red flags to anyone external to the situation.
SECONDLY: to be blunt, the position Belos put Hunter in was such that i don't know if anyone could have helped even if they wanted to.
Hunter being elevated to the position of Head of the Emperor's Coven is clearly an unusual move & one that was made in direct response to Lilith defecting. It's a clear signal that Belos doesn't trust his remaining Coven Heads and wants to keep a closer eye on them. they have good reason to believe that the Golden Guard could u know. report any of them to Belos as a Traitor at any time.
whether Belos would actually automatically believe him is another matter but like, as stated above, they don't know how Belos treats Hunter behind closed doors. for all they know one word from Hunter could get them idk petrified.
their behaviour towards him isn't nice but his presence is both threatening and also kind of insulting. he's wrapped up in the internal politics of the court in a way that makes it difficult to anyone to respond to him with anything other hostility. which is uhh not a position Belos should ever have put his 16 year old ''''nephew'''' into.
for all Darius knows if he starts being nice to the Golden Guard & relaxes in his presence he's gonna end up saying something that'll get back to Belos. he doesn't let down his guard around Hunter until seeing u know. multiple clear signals that he's actually willing to lie to Belos.
like. Hunter is dangerous! bcos we as the audience are so familiar w this Hunter:
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easy to forget that most people in the Boiling Isles only know this guy:
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he's a very real threat to everyone around him by virtue of being the emperor's Right Hand! just look at how Odalia reacts to him showing up:
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people are actively afraid of the Golden Guard & him being 16 doesn't make him any less of a deadly threat. he's functionally untouchable. trying to suggest that hey, maybe the head of the police force shouldn't be a 16 year old boy is liable to get you thrown in the conformatorium.
like. even if someone did put together that Hunter was in danger from Belos what are they gonna do about it? u can't exactly call social services on the God Emperor.
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AITA for being paranoid about US Border Security?
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Background info: I live in Canada, (relatively) close to the US border. Because of this, when shopping online it can be cheaper to have orders shipped to the nearest American town and then drive down yourself to pick them up. I hadn't done this myself but it's pretty normal to do around here.
This happened at the end of this summer, so the situation is fully over but my (white) friends immediately adjacent to this situation have said that I was basically the only asshole here and I feel that I am, at least, only one of the assholes. I want people's genuine opinions however. I have since stopped talking to this entire group of people, who I'd previously been friends with for 4-5 years, over this issue and a couple others.
My friend (20s, white) had ordered a package to [nearest American town], and because they don't have a car, they were looking for someone who could do a day trip to the states so they could pick it up. I (20s, white-passing, but from a mixed South Asian Muslim family, & I have very recognizably Muslim family names) offered to drive them down with my car, they agreed. We were going to split gas money, the date was set, everything was ready to go.
A few days prior to when we were going to go, my south asian parent reminded me that because I have muslim names, I need to be very careful when crossing the border, because the US Customs is well known for profiling muslims/arabs and pulling them aside for intensive screening. My parent also pointed out that, because my friend smokes weed basically every single day (legal in Canada), I would need to make sure that they were not carrying any weed with them when we went.
I was freaked out by this, and was not thinking super clearly in the moment because it was close to midnight and things my parent had mentioned about previous experiences going through Customs had scared me a lot.
I immediately texted my friend, saying that Customs would find weed on them if they swabbed them, and that it would be "a big problem." They replied that Customs doesn't swab for weed, and that they "failed to see any problem." I replied that Customs is allowed to go through your phone (people have been turned away at the border for admitting to having used cannabis before, but if you tell Customs that you've never smoked weed and they find evidence to the contrary they can ban you from entering the country for lying to border personnel.)
I linked them to an unofficial site that went into detail about what US Customs agents can do if you have weed on you or admit to having smoked previously. My vague intent at this point was for us to get everything in order so that none of the bags/jackets/etc we were taking could possibly have had any weed crumbs/dead old vapes/edible packaging in them , but I didn't get a chance to say this because they immediately replied that even if Customs tested them and found weed in their system, that they wouldn't care because it's legal in Canada. I said that Customs very much would care, and they said that I was insulting them and accusing them of having a criminal record. At this point they sent a further ~10 upset/angry texts in a row, which I didn't open or reply to because I was really upset at this point and needed a minute.
At this point (around midnight), they phoned me, I picked it up and they immediately(!) started yelling at me and saying I was a piece of shit etc etc. I told them they sounded dysregulated and should take a minute to compose themself (I phrased what I said in an aggravating therapy-speak way, bc I had been watching vids about cptsd immediately before they phoned me, but I was extremely freaked out, as I think most people would be when their friend is suddenly yelling at them, and it was the first thing that came to mind). This just made them yell louder, so I told them I refused to let people speak to me that way, said goodnight, they said goodnight, we hung up, and I blocked their calls and texts so they couldn't continue berating me.
After this, I realized that I'd completely neglected to mention that the reason I was particularly scared was because of US Customs' Islamophobic profiling, but I had gone into the interaction assuming (incorrectly) that they already knew implicitly that that was going to be an issue, because we'd known each other for 5 years and I've definitely talked (not recently) about how going thru US Customs is always a pain in the ass because my whole family gets profiled and taken for extra questioning, so right before I went to sleep I briefly unblocked them and sent a text saying that the reason I was so paranoid was because of the extra questioning I was already expecting to encounter at the border, but that it was now irrelevant anyway because I refused to be in a car with someone who was totally fine treating me this way.
I've since stopped talking to this person and, by association, my (white) friendgroup because they sided with them completely. It was a long time coming for other additional reasons I can't get into though.
TL;DR
Planning trip from Canada to US in my car with stoner friend, realized a few days before trip that US Customs can arbitrarily fuck your shit up if they find evidence of weed on you. Got scared and tried to tell stoner friend that it would be a big problem if they had weed on them, they flipped their shit and yelled at me over the phone about it, I blocked them (functionally cancelling the trip).
I believe I was accusatory in a bad way, and that I should have communicated better, but ultimately that my fear had a 100% legitimate basis and should not have been completely and totally dismissed by everyone around me, even though I was too extreme in my paranoia
(They were able to get another ride and pick the package up later)
What are these acronyms?
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arguing with alhaitham and reader goes to leave, goes missing for a bit, and comes back with no memory at all ! (make it hurt tysm)
Oh wow I'm doing another Alhaitham ask lol! Gender neutral reader, angst with no happy ending in the end. Basically really bad communication lands up having consequences. As much as I would like to do a part 2 of this, I feel like this is better just as itself. If anyone else feels like doing a part 2 of this, however, feel free to do so!
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Another argument, another insult session between the both of you. Your insults were never hitting deep with Alhaitham, you didn't use his weaknesses against him.
However, Alhaitham was particularly mean this time. He insulted the fact you never got a vision, he insulted the fact you got too emotional at times, and he implied that he could aim a lot higher than you. You begin to cry, and Alhaitham lands the final blow before you run out crying.
"You are an embarrassment. Even Kaveh is more logical than you." Alhaitham shrugs, you running out and slamming the door behind you.
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Deciding you needed some time to process those words, and to slowly get over the statement so you could both have a logical conversation that wasn't laced with insults. When you caught wind of a commission regarding a domain in Liyue, right before you enter Sumeru, you take it. You knew the traveler had so much on their plate, and recently they were enjoying the Mondstadt Festival, and you figured it was the least you could do for all they have done to help so many people.
The domain was very strange. Every turn you made, you heard a male voice telling you to leave while you still could. At the time, you believed this person was in a dangerous situation based on how they were out of breath when screaming out for you to leave. Pushing forward, you eventually come across a short man, clearly almost passed out completely.
"Why are you here, mortal?" He gruffs out. "My karmic debt has caught up to me, it will kill you." He chokes out, spluttering as he looks around. As he goes to grab his weapon, however, you take it instead.
The fight was difficult, but eventually the onslaught of enemies stopped completely. An opening in the domain seemed to be almost ready, but it was clear you needed to investigate another part of the domain. Ignoring Xiao's warnings, you rush in.
'Mortal, you must sacrifice something near and dear to you.'
"Huh?" You ask, looking around to see nothing but void surrounding you. "Who said that?"
'Oh, you poor thing. I can tell you are so...deeply hurt by your lovers harsh, harsh words.' The disembodied voice coos, you hearing a very muffled voice calling out for you. 'Let me take away the suffering.'
"What are you talking about?" You tilt your head, failing to comprehend how you forgetting someone special to you would help this individual.
'Dear, I am here to comfort you'. The voice explains. 'I can help you. I feed off of your negative energy, and this hurt from an argument is perfect.'
"Why did you say I have to sacrifice something near and dear to me?" You ask, hearing Xiao screaming for you to stop responding and wait for him.
'Just hurry up and say yes, and I can make you forget everything bad that lover of yours has said.' The voice tuts, clearly losing patience. You feel your health getting worse by the second, and in a moment of desperation you follow the rules. Saying yes, you feel yourself passing out as Xiao finally gets through the void.
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"Well, I am the bearer of good news." Doctor Baizhu hums. "You are physically fit."
"What about the effects of the karmic debt?" Xiao asks, crossing his arms. "I need to know the magnitude of these memories being stolen."
"I'm afraid I can't say...It doesn't seem to have affected them, but neither you nor I know what they have agreed to forget." Baizhu hums.
"I should have forced them out when I sensed them. No mortal should be near me in a domain like that." Xiao huffs, looking down at his mask. "This all happened because 'someone' was worried about my lack of presence."
"So I can go home? I kind of need to get my commission sorted out, and I have some house chores I should get around to." You ask, Baizhu nodding.
As he watches your retreating form, he senses Xiao is feeling incredibly guilty for you coming along.
"Don't blame yourself for this. In fact, you got them out of that domain before the karmic debt got to them physically." Baizhu states, Xiao simply teleporting away.
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"_, my dear." Alhaitham lets out a sigh of relief, thoroughly confusing you. "I have been worried sick about you leaving after the argument. It's been days! I wanted to apologise, tho-"
"...I'm sorry, sir." You start, just looking at him. "But I don't know you."
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Clarification before I attempt further discussion. Once again,
Y'ALL MAY I HAVE YOUR INTERPRETATION:
SO YOU THINK THIS WAS JOKE - MEANT AS AN INSULT OR NOT?
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Why I ask -
I've been discussing Peter B. Parker a lot lately and the motive behind some of his actions, and notably throughout the post I mentioned Hobie disliking or even hating Peter.
And yeah, that's kind of what I assumed, based on this line.
But some people I've been talking with have expressed the exact opposite - they believe this line shows that he does like Peter, and that he meant it completely as a joke.
And Hobie does joke a lot, he's a warm guy - but why would he call Peter a 'Humbling Reality' - and is that meant as an insult, or a welcome to a friend?
If I'm correct, this line is the ONLY line Hobie ever speaks towards Peter.
So did you think he meant it as an insult? Or a friendly joke?
Here's why I took it as an insult:
'Humbling Reality Spider-man', MayDay, and why I think Hobie and Peter aren't friends at all.
First, Hobie makes no other deprecating jokes AT ALL throughout the movie.
Hobie is a very casual, very laidback guy (most of the time..) - and he's known to joke around with the people he's close with. But when we look back at all his other jokes - NONE of them approach anywhere near as neutral or negative as being a 'Humbling Reality'.
Hobie affectionately calles Gwen 'Gwendy'. And he even calls Miles 'Peter Pan', despite not knowing them. Pav is 'Madlad Pav' etc.
No one else but Peter gets this kind of..I don't know.. backhanded? I never took 'Humbling Reality' as a good thing, I took that as being 'so depressingly average and mundane'.
And being average and mundane is not something Hobie would call someone he's particularly fond of.
Even those he feels neutral on - Miguel and Jess, he doesn't address this was. He just chooses not to engage with them.
Hobie had every chance to walk into Miguel's lair and make a comment like this, but he didn't.
To me that showed that Hobie's feeling towards Peter differs from his feelings towards people like Jess and Miguel as well as Pavi and Gwen.
Hobie calls people pet-names. This doesn't seem like a pet-name
Second, Tone.
I don't know, I always read this tone as unusually dry for Hobie.
Usually when making jokes so deadpan, he's speaking about a situation, not a person ("It's a metaphor for capitalism." / "A bit much, innit?"). And even when speaking to Jess, his tone is more casual than this line to Peter.
We see how Hobie approaches someone like Pav, which clear excitement, warmth and proximity. But this is completely absent towards Peter.
Hobie makes no attempt to move towards Peter or further greet him in anyway.
Third, Peter's Reaction.
Hobie says that line LOUD. You hear the echo.
And Peter just ignores him. He doesn't laugh, he doesn't look at Hobie, he doesn't mention him at all in the scene.
And that's not to say 'oh, Peter secretly hates Hobie and wants to ignore him' -
I just think that Peter didn't take that as a full-on joke. Or rather he didn't expect a warm welcome from Hobie. Because they aren't close.
Throughout the whole scene Peter ONLY addresses Gwen and Miles.
While Hobie says one line to Peter - one that isn't even clearly that friendly - Peter says nothing to him, not even stopping to pat his shoulder.
Based on the fact that Hobie and Peter are BOTH touchy, I feel like that in itself shows that they aren't friends. Both of them are the type to greet their friends when they enter a room, but neither do. Not properly anyway.
They seem to be acquaintances at best - or with my assumption that this was an insult, less than that.
I mean, Hobie is still a teen, he's still a friend of Gwen's. Peter has every reason to treat him warmly, or openly greet him.
But Peter makes no attempt at all to be like "Hey Hobie, what's going on."
Whether or not you think Hobie hates him is one thing, but I feel like Peter's reaction, and how he disregarded the comment without being shocked or responding in any way shows:
Hobie has said stuff like this to him before, and it's not too shocking
Him and Hobie aren't nearly as close as him and Gwen, and they aren't friends enough to greet each other.
Hobie & MayDay
I've also seen it mentioned that Hobie's connection with MayDay shows that him and Peter are friends.
And I can absolutely see where that conclusion comes from, and it holds weight. I just..kinda have to disagree on the basis that even if Hobie openly disliked Peter, that dislike wouldn't extend to MayDay
Even moreso, If Hobie didn't like Peter, but took good care of MayDay, and MayDay very clearly liked Hobie - which she does (she jumps into his arms, Hobie doesn't pick her up) - then Peter does not seem like the type of father to separate them.
Notice how every time Miguel or Miles is holding MayDay, Peter is talking to them, commenting on how they're holding her, showing them stuff. But when Hobie is with MayDay...nothing. He says nothing to him.
It even goes farther.
When Peter is showing Miguel, Gwen, and Miles photos of MayDay, he makes no attempt to show Hobie.
We know Hobie loves MayDay, but Peter doesn't show him photos of her. Despite showing Gwen, Miles, and Miguel, quite excitedly.
Because I'm assuming him and Hobie are NOT close like that. And/or Peter knows Hobie would not appreciate him getting close to him and shoving a phone in his face.
Miguel is clearly annoyed and Peter even shows him, while not approaching Hobie - who is clearly in a good mood.
Once again, I think that shows that Peter and Hobie are not friends, even if Hobie likes interacting with MayDay and does it well.
I assumed that Peter lets her be around Hobie because he trusts Hobie, not that they were friends.
And the final nail in the coffin Peter isn't enthusiastic about MayDay going to Hobie
This is something I JUST realized on a rewatch, but it lines up so well.
So this scene: Peter is getting ready to change MayDay. We see Hobie standing on MayDay's left and Peter on her right.
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[LMAOOOOOO LOOK AT HER I'M WEAK]
MayDay swings towards the right of the screen, aka her LEFT - the direction of Hobie. We as the audience don't see what she's attaching her web to. But she has to attach it to something and she's going towards him.
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And Peter pulls her back. Doesn't really say anything or look at Hobie, he just pulls her back.
Then, MayDay goes again, this time bouncing herself into Hobie's arms. MayDay chose to go to Hobie - and like I said before, Peter isn't gonna separate them, if that's what May wants.
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But that's not the thing - regardless of whether you think MayDay was going towards Hobie or not - in the shot we see Peter puts his hands on his hips, watching Hobie, and he shakes his head at him.
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You can go back to the scene and check, because it really is so subtle and I genuinely only caught it while employing my autistic Hobie sight and staring at them intently.
But he does shake his head, letting Hobie have her. I suggest you go watch it back for yourself, but in my eyes Peter's slow headshake doesn't really seem like the 'Oh, you!' type.
In the next shot we see of Miles, Gwen, Hobie and Peter, MayDay is back in Peter's hands and that's the end of the interaction. We don't actually see them speak, only trade off MayDay.
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If they did say anything, I'd KILL to know what they're saying cause like...
idk for both of their characters it feels like such an odd interaction to me
The whole scene, both him and Hobie interact with the people around them, except each other.
And it's only after MayDay literally LAUNCHES herself into Hobie's arms that Hobie and Peter even approach or look at each other.
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I've spoken at length about why I think Hobie would hate Peter - mainly for his open neglect of Gwen and his failure to step up as her mentor, his betrayal towards Miles, or the fact HE RATTED MILES OUT TO LYLA (how else would she have know to look for his location? That's one analysis I'll STAND on.)
But whether or not you believe Hobie hates him or whether Hobie has the capability to openly hate someone like that (he does.) I feel like everything I said here is a clear indicator that they are not friends or close.
The one on-screen line between them is vague on Hobie's end and completely ignored by Peter. Peter leaves Hobie out of his activities when showing photos. He shakes his head when MayDay fights her way to Hobie, and only looks at him when Hobie is giving MayDay back.
From my first watch, that kinda made me assume that they're just not close - despite them having Gwen in common.
And combining that with the 'Humbling Reality' comment, I took that as a sign that it's not that they don't know each other. They just don't talk like that.
And that made me ask why. Which led to all my other speculations.
But that's just me.
Did ya'll take the 'Humbling Reality Spider-man' thing as joke? Do you think they're friends, or no? (Not if Hobie hates him - just if you think they're friends/close)
What do you think the situation is?
I'm curious. Let's open the floor.
Is they beefin or nah I gotta know cause that would be funny as hell
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Reason why some people hate Sigyn?
So I was reading this article on Sigyn on some Norse mythology blog, and the writer said that some Lokean folks hates Sigyn... *drumrolls* .... because she does not free Loki from the cave...
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So they're ok with the Aesir leaving him to suffer with the snake, they're ok with Freya, Odin, Thor, Tyr and the rest. But Sigyn? NOPE.
They hate the ONLY ONE who's trying to do something... and blame her for Loki's fate? ^^' I guess the same people would agree with Burgess and blame her for her kids' fate too ^^'
I know that the snake is often shown as small... But PLEASE, remember that it was picked by SKADI herself. She KNEW what she was doing. She was not going to choose some small viper. You know that her snake was the biggest, meanest beast.
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source: https://www.deviantart.com/vera-ist-44/art/Sigyn-and-Loki-259067221
Odin let Sigyn stay by Loki's side, but we know he wouldn't have let her free him. Choosing to stay probably meant losing her powers of Seidr and Galdr. She sacrificed what was left of her life and her freedom TO BE WITH HIM, and bring him as much comfort as she could. The gods only allowed her that bowl. DON'T BE MEAN OR CONDESCENDING. She's doing her best, and Loki appreciate her efforts!!!
Unless they think that Sigyn is the one keeping Loki prisoner?
I remember a lokean telling me on Pininterest how "toxic" Sigyn was... Well, after dealing with so much poison for such a long time XD
But I really don't get it... Do they think she's Loki's jailer? Keeping him there?
So what? This would be a sort of Nimue & Merlin story? Where she forces him to stay by her side? (interesting that on the Camelot musical, Nimue uses a musical spell to enchant Merlin, take his powers and make him come back to her... GALDR USER???)
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(I've got Loki whispering in my ear that he WOULD TOTALLY BE INTO THAT XDXD Let Sigyn chain him up and let him be at her mercy while singing him pretty songs XDXD We're talking serious matters here, and the Trickster is exposing his kinks XDXD)
Anyway, that would not be a punishment. More of a treat, I guess XDXD Though of course, those people are SO SURE Loki HATES Sigyn... They read Harris, Marvel and Gaiman a bit too much, I think ^^' And that's the danger of all those retellings, isn't it? In the end, people end up believing what they're saying is true... most of all if they're all telling the same version of the story: Loki can't stand Sigyn and wishes to be anywhere but near her.
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Loki LOVES Sigyn. Seeing her by his side in the cave breaks his heart because he hates seeing her suffer, but seeing her by his side is the only thing that gives him strength.
It is CLEARLY STATED IN THE EDDA. Sigyn is upset at her consort's situation:
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And no, dear writers, she's not upset because he's bullying and insulting her. She's upset because THE LOVE OF HER LIFE IS BEING TORTURED and she can't do anything else but hold that bowl to help him.
Would she kill that snake if she could? OF COURSE.
But she can't.
And it's not like she was leaving his side to empty her cup by choice. It's clearly stated that it's full, and she HAS TO EMPTY IT. She takes no pleasure in seeing Loki suffering, and runs back to his side once she's done with her task.
Stop judging and fancying yourselved BETTER than a goddess, PLEASE.
And now, I'll let the Eddas do the rest of the talk...
By him, still unwearied kneeling,
Sigyn at his tortured side,—
Faithful wife! with beaker stealing
Drops of venom as they fall,—
Agonising poison all!
Sleepless, changeless, ever dealing
Comfort, will she still abide;
Only when the cup’s o’erflowing
Must fresh pain and smarting cause,
Swift, to void the beaker going,
Shall she in her watching pause.
Then doth Loki
Loudly cry;
Shrieks of terror,
Groans of horror,
Breaking forth in thunder peals
With his writhings scared Earth reels.
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SIGYN IS A HERO, Y'ALL.
Whatever some scholars might say the "Sig"- part of her name is not about the pouring. It's about the Victory OF STAYING BY LOKI'S SIDE. Every time she can come back to him, every second of rest she can provide him, is a VICTORY AGAINST ODIN AND HIS PUNISHMENT. And a proof that their love is victorious, stronger than Odin's hate. Stonger than the gods themselves.
Loki might be called her Defender, but she is HIS PROTECTOR.
She's THE ONLY ONE who stayed by his side and helped him.
THE ONLY ONE.
And don't try twisting that story to fit your narrative or your ships.
Don't darken or change her character - it just makes you look pettier than Odin.
Don't erase her, as if you do, then, who's going to provide Loki some comfort? Who's going to stop the earthquakes?
Most of all if your're a Lokean or simply a Loki fan: RESPECT HER, and appreciate her work and efforts.
Loki would want you to.
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