#wow this one really got away from me

[messybouquetoflilies]

CW: this is a pretty extreme fantasy involving kidnapping & cnc. please read with care!!

In some dark, dingy basement, there's a large cell where i now lay. Escape being impossible punctuated best by the steel anklet i wear attached to a large chain bolted into the wall opposite to the cell bars. If i tried, i could not reach them, and if i did, there's no way through them. In this cell there were few necessary amenities. A small lump of blankets i used for sleeping, a tap that produced water that tasted a little funny, but hadn't made me sick yet, and a toilet.. then there was one thing that felt incredibly out of place.

At the end of my reach with the chain, there was a piano. A beautiful baby grand. The same model i had growing up. It was the only part of the basement that had dim lighting. At first, i thought it was completely in my imagination. i thought that because piano had always been a safe place for me, that my mind was putting it there as some sort of bleak comfort for my new situation. That piano specifically holds a very special place in my heart. There's no way my new, cruel captor would ever care to know that... would they?

i slept in the opposite corner to this piano.. this illusion, terrified that if i did get attached, if i did find out it was real it would just be one last thing i can hold on to.. which means one last thing they can take away from me. i had everything stripped from me. my clothes, belongings, my personhood.. i was reduced to nothing, so now i couldn't afford to have something, especially something so kind..

..i thought... until i touched it for the first time. It had been what i'd assume was weeks of torment. Being taken out of my cell, ordered around, trained, used, whatever my captor desired. Disobedience was immediately met with strict punishments, so i learned very quickly never to deny them anything. Back in my cell, i felt numb. i wasn't me anymore, i was just a shade who does what she's told, then waits in her cell until the next time she was needed. It reminded me of how i felt when i was younger.. and how i would cope with the lack of feeling.

i started walking slowly to the piano, terrified it would vanish forever if i got too close. The truth was, even though i constantly told myself i couldn't be, i was already attached. It was one of the few bits of kindness in my life since becoming a captive. i stopped in front of it and slowly reached out my hand and touched it... it was real. This basement always felt cold, but it felt.. warm? i couldn't explain it, so i just stood, stared and gently caressed the top of the piano, until i heard a noise that broke me out of the trance and sent me scurrying back to my corner.

Over the next few days i started to notice some things. Once my captor had me back in the basement after a session, they were nothing but kind to me. They would first take me to the bath and softly clean me off while cooing sweet affirmations in my ear of how well i did, and how happy they are to have me. Before i could only process these words as terrifying, patronizing words to manipulate me, but they slowly wore on me.

Where they.. actually trying to make me feel safe, and wanted? i thought i was only an object to them. Something they possess, and own. Do they actually care for me?

That day after being left alone again, i went back to the piano. This time i sat at the bench and gently felt the keys without pressing them too hard. This.. was my safe space.. just like it always had been. Pianos were the way i got to express myself, like i'm talking to an old friend, but with sounds instead of words. It was the place i allowed myself to feel when i was numb. The place that made me feel safe when i was scared.. and it was here... my captor left it here for me.

i slowly started playing my favorite song quietly.. one that i'd wrote years ago out of so much strife. it surprisingly sounded beautiful in this dark, dingy basement. i got bolder and bolder until i was letting out the whole medley i had built up in my mind into the piano. This was still my safe space. It always had been.

i moved all my bedding so i could curl up under my new, protective friend, and had the most peaceful sleep i'd had since i was taken.

The next day, my captor didn't say anything about finding me sleeping under the piano, or the music coming from the basement. Just had a slight, unusual smile on their lips. They had me perform my duties as usual. No worse, and no easier. Then they brought me down to the basement for the usual aftercare. This time it felt like the words they were saying actually sunk in. Yes, the world is full of hate, malice, and bigotry. Yes, it's a busy place for people like me who just want to serve. Yes i am happy my new captor keeps me safe from all the chaos and noise. i'm happy they accept and want me for who i am & now i don't have to worry about feeling lonely or wanted. i'm always wanted here.. i'm always safe here. the things i'm made to do may be depraved, but they're not for me.. that's my service to another.. i'm their safe place, and the piano they gave me is mine.

For the first time during one of these aftercare sessions i spoke. Without thinking, i let out a soft "thank you" while they were brushing my soft hair. my heart started racing when they immediately stopped moving the brush midway through. i thought for sure i would be in for one of my owner's awful punishments, but no. Just a simple "you're welcome darling" and continued on brushing.

As the days went on, i started falling into things more. i started to actually enjoy my service to my owner, and in turn they started being even more gentle with me during aftercare. They'd let me be as affectionate as i needed to be, and stayed extra time with me when i wanted them to. Sometimes when i'd be playing the piano, my captor would come down and sit in a comfy chair outside my cell and listen silently as i played. In my now safe cell it was still for me, but it did feel nice to have their appreciation.

Eventually they offered to tune the piano. A skill they explained they picked up before taking me, knowing i loved piano. i asked them to tune it a little softer. i really like muted, almost melancholic sounding pianos, and they did it perfectly. They did this for me... they learned to tune a piano so they would never have to risk my safety by bringing some unknown person in to tune it for me when it got out of sorts.. it was so kind.

Things just became happier and happier after that. my captor made me a custom mattress to put under the piano so i wouldn't have as much back pain sleeping there. i started to ask them if they had any songs they'd like me to learn.. because well, even though piano was for me, i found i really did enjoy making them proud & happy. They seemed surprised.. which would mark the first time i was genuinely able to surprise them, but happy to take me up on the offer. They got me new music of beautiful songs to learn & perform for them.

In this dark basement, i was their captive pianist who played sweet songs for them, and i was happy & safe.

#wow this one really got away from me #sorry it's so long #it just kept coming to me #and it kinda became a theraputic vent post for me #i hope ppl like it #and hopefully no typos... #mine #long #kidnapping #tw #for clarification this is absolutely just fantasy #stockholm syndrome

[lovingmilitarywife]

@photographs-and-push-knives

Ultimately, he had to go home. He always, always had to go home, because where the hell else would he go?

It had been three days since he'd left for work and not returned. Two days since he'd managed - barely, after getting caught a second time by a fake Lieutenant Ross - to get to a phone he knew was safe and tell Roy everything before promptly dropping off the face of the Earth.

And finally, finally he'd lost the bastards chasing him. He trusted Roy and his team to handle everything from here - he was no flame alchemist or sharpshooter or comms expert and he certainly didn't trust his own subordinates like Roy seemed to trust his - so that he could get home and get help.

Hospitals weren't an option, because they'd definitely ask his name. That was another good thing about going home: Gracia was almost a nurse in her own right. He'd done what he could on his own from where he'd been hiding, which consisted of gritting his teeth and packing fabric into his shoulder before tying his jacket around it and just saying "fuck it" about the small wounds.

They weren't really causing massive blood loss like the one he'd tended to. By the time his shoulder slowed to a stop, though, he was lightheaded, which unfortunately delayed his travels. Hopefully Gracia wouldn't be too upset with him. Three days was an awfully long time for her to be alone taking care of everything by herself.

By the time he reached their front door, it was just before sunrise Thursday morning (he'd last been home on Monday). He fumbled with the keys to the door, hoping Elicia was asleep. A three year old should not be seeing another human in the state Maes was in right now: sleep deprived, injured, and halfway out of breath.

He got himself inside, found his wife asleep on the couch, and breathed a sigh of relief. He was home safe, and soon enough he could sleep too.

Maes sat next to the couch, nudged Gracia like always when she stayed up waiting for him, and was instantly met with her clinging to him. "Don't leave me alone again," she said.

Fair enough. He wrapped his good arm around her, grateful at the extremely dim lighting for not allowing her to be startled at what he was positive was a terrible appearance. It didn't take away the guilt for leaving her or the emotional stab that was hearing her voice be so upset like that.

"I'm sorry," he replied. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I didn't want to."

When Maes hadn’t come home that first night, Gracia had done as she usually did, and slept on the couch, waiting for him to come home. She had started out reading, fallen asleep, and had expected, as usual, to be woken by him when he got home, and for the two of them to head to bed some time after that.

She hadn’t expected to wake up on the couch the next morning, her book on the ground, and no sign of her husband anywhere. She had checked to make sure that Elicia was still sleeping, and then called his office. She found out that no one had seen him since the night before but that blood had been found.

Gracia’s heart had picked up at that, but she had carefully controlled her panic. The next call she had made had been to Roy. Gracia wasn’t exactly sure what it was that Roy and Maes were working on together and she wasn’t going to ask, but she knew that they called each other for more than just chatting as friends. Gracia was no dummy. She knew there was something afoot there. That meant that if Maes had been in trouble, he likely would have tried to contact Roy.

Roy hadn’t heard from him either, but he promised to keep his ears open. He didn’t promise to let her know if he found out anything, but Gracia had expected that. Her husband did some dangerous things, even if he never told her what they were. He didn’t have to. She knew that there were things that she was better off not knowing. But just knowing that Roy was going to be watching was helpful.

Maes still hadn’t been located the next night, and Gracia had gotten no word from anyone. When darkness fell and he hadn’t returned home, Gracia once again took up her vigil on the couch. Only this time, just in case, she also had the little revolver that Riza Hawkeye had taught her to shoot. Gracia wasn’t stupid. If something had happened to Maes, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that someone would try to bring that trouble to her or Elicia. Still, morning came, and there was nothing.

She had done her best not to let how out of her mind with worry she was show to Elicia. The little girl kept asking about her father, and all Gracia could tell her was that Daddy had gotten a little bit lost while he was traveling, but his friend were looking for him, so hopefully he’d be home soon. She wasn’t going to tell her daughter that Maes was fine, only for the opposite to be true. This, though, seemed to satisfy the girl, even if she did still pick up on some of her mother’s worry.

So when, on this night, she had found herself nudged awake and saw her husband’s face, she had thrown her arms around him and said the first thing that was on her mind.

"Don't leave me alone again!”

Was she talking about these past three days? Was she referencing when he had been deployed to Ishval? Was she talking of her fears that he had been killed? Even she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she didn’t want to go through that again.

He hugged her back, apologizing to her, and that was when her sleep-addled brain finally woke up. He was only hugging her with one arm, and she could pick up the scent of blood. Blood had been found somewhere near his offices, hadn’t it? He had been missing for three days--he was hurt, and here she was, hugging him like a ninny instead of seeing what was wrong with him.

In a flash, she was maneuvering them around to where he was sitting on the couch, concern all over her face. “Maes, what happened?” she asked him. “And where are you hurt? Is it bad? I’ll need to see what kind of supplies I need to clean you up.”

#photographs-and-push-knives #rp #ic #rp: Hughes Hurt But Not Dead #wow this one really got away from me #I hope you enjoy it!

[gay-jesus-probably]

What was your 9/11 sona

God, I wish I remembered. Unfortunately, while the whole mess is absolutely hilarious in hindsight, back in the day I just thought it was incredibly tasteless and an insult to the people who actually lost loved ones that day (which it absolutely was!), so I was mortified to have to participate in it. But I didn't want to argue the point, cause with how subjective English is, getting on the teachers bad side will just obliterate your grade, and I'd always been in the high 90's for english so I wasn't about to break that streak over a stupid insensitive writing assignment. So I grit my teeth, wrote some shitty, generic OC, gave them a tasteless, non-offensive eulogy, then tore up the paper and threw it out the second I got the marked assignment back.

And that was about a decade ago now, so I can't remember any details about my tragically deceased 9/11sona - all I can really remember about grade 9 english is the 9/11 stuff, the teacher being really weird about demanding we say 'zed' instead of 'zee' because we're Canadian, and the look of absolute shock on her face when she informed me that I'd gotten a perfect 100% on the reading comp part of the PAT exam (still lowkey proud of that lmao). Moral of the story, don't throw out really embarrassing school writing assignments; they might be hilarious in hindsight.

...The real punchline of all this is that while I went to all that effort to avoid pissing off my teacher and tanking my marks in grade 9, in grade 10 I hit that exact problem literally before my first class had started. I had english in the second semester that year, and my older sibling had given me the book version of Les Miserables as a christmas gift that year, and I was still working on it when school started back up. So I made the terrible mistake of walking into english class about ten minutes early, cracked open my book to pass the time... and then after a few minutes of watching some punk teenager casually reading les mis, the teacher got up, asked me to step out into the hall, then led me into the classroom next door to introduce me to the AP english teacher, and inform him that I was probably better suited for his class. I had to hastily clarify that no the fuck I was not, I had three core classes that semester and a mixup with my one elective meant I was stuck in the goddamn grade 12 band class, so if I didn't have one class I didn't need to put effort into, I would die of stress. Grade 10 english teacher tried to pressure me into taking the AP class anyways, and after I kept refusing, she eventually was like "fine, you can stay in my class, but I'm going to grade you like you're an AP student the whole time."

And for the entire semester, she refused to mark any of my work higher than an 80%. Can you tell I'm still angry about that, because I'm still really fucking angry about it.

#and thats how i got stressed enough to walk directly into traffic (accidentally) #if your route home crosses a busy intersection. do not walk home while having a hardcore dissociative episode #because you will become unable to comprehend traffic lights. and your guess at the safe time to cross will be Very Wrong #shout out to that one truck driver for swerving because wow that could have gone really bad #this story got away from me. the point is i dont remember what my 9/11sona was sorry

[earl-grey-crow]

I feel like alice might've wanted to kick the pond in the shins but how do you kick an eldritch pond in the shins

#actually I think elliot wants to more than her #he is So Done #he has so much understated trauma that no one seems to understand or acknowledge it's absolutely wild #those were really some fighting words from him #I just. need to rewatch this a dozen times to really unpack his character it's just. wow. #and the 1814 arc?? not disappointing #like augustine? you mean THAT augustine?? #“it's okay I got shot ” sksksksksk #also I have got to know what happened in that house #the amount of lore and interconnection is crazy #I lowkey feel bad for brady he doesn't get to see his daughter he doesn't understand he doesn't know that she and kat are literally #so obsessed about the past that they're basically throwing away their present!! #“don't worry about it” you should worry about it #can't trust the pond #what. an episode. #I thought tonight would be my relaxing time after a weekend full of homework. Wrong. I am a Fool. #I need two to three business days to process this #but can you blame me?? I kinda keep waiting for this to start acting like a hallmark series (you know. hallmark.) but it's not!! #oughhhh #the way home hallmark #earl crow ramblings

[yuridovewing]

As a fellow Dovewing lover, it's frustrating how the fandom watered her down into a whiny brat who never cared about Ivypool. I mean, seriously? Not only did Dovewing care about her sister (reacting in horror when Lionblaze, her own mentor and Jayfeather are willing to potentially sacrifice Ivypool's safety by employing her as her spy instead of trying to get her out of the Dark Forest's clutches, hiding a thorn in her nest to cover for her scarring from her training).

Heck, even the scene where she tries to feed Ivypool her catch during a hunting patrol was demonized because 'she was trying to make Ivypool break the code like SHE does, as if it doesn't matter' and because she got upset when Ivypool started arguing with her! But you guys said she didn't care, right? Plus, people act like being forced into a prophecy is something you should be grateful for, as if it didn't irreparably change her close relationship with her sister? As if Lionblaze and Jayfeather didn't still keep her out of the loop (and for all the fussing they made about keeping it a secret, Lionblaze confesses his power to Cinderheart and Jayfeather doesn't even care).

Meanwhile Nightheart is angry he isn't orange and hates his mom for being exiled and the whole world has to stop for him. 🤪 And Bramblestar is simply so tortured by having an evil father, the only choice is to train with him and his evil half-brother and hide this from his wife! (But remember, it's bad when that witch Squirrelflight hides the parentage of the three from him, even when Blackstar and Leopardstar were still around after being complicit in the torture and killing of halfclan cats.) Why are these male characters sympathized with, even when they actively harm people (Nightheart forcing himself into Sunbeam's life by lying to everyone about being her mate without even asking her if she would be fine with that beforehand), Bramblestar (we all know what he does), but when Dovewing or any other female character is upset, people freak out and call them whiny brats or abusive for (checks notes) asking her partner if he loves her anymore after they argued multiple times in a book. Really makes you think! (Sorry this is so long, you just have based opinions!)

dovewing being characterized as this flighty airheaded vain popular girl stereotype in fanon is like. one of those biggest "we didnt actually read the books" things in the fandom. like theres so much fanart where shes grinning and giggling over the prophecy and shes besties with the trio and shes got preferential treatment, and then in the actual books shes basically the autistic kid no one actually likes. people really, REALLY overexaggerate that one scene where she snaps at ivypaw and brags. (and i dont wanna shit on amvs but i am forever side eying how the animation community handled dove back in the day. more than one person animated her getting murdered. normal.)

i do think its gotten better recently at least. but wow does it feel like at least one person on the writing team has a bone to pick

(also awww thank you <3 no need to be sorry i love getting stuff in my inbox)

#it does also feel so insidious to me just how long the bramblesquirrel conflict was painted as ''equally kind of wrong'' #the ppl who put words in squilfs mouth sometimes which. btw ill get to that when i read the book #and tbf part of it is that sometimes abuse isnt as easy to spot if youre primed to the mainstream version of it #like. bramble isnt a born evil wifebeater everyone can see coming from a mile away. hes a complex guy with his own insecurities #and his own goals and people he openly cares about. and even in some fanon stuff i see ppl kinda erase that part of him #(which i wont pretend im above- ive been trying to walk that line myself) #and that doesnt match how abusers are usually percieved by the public. or in this very series. #like. the main excuse for clear sky is literally ''hes sad his sister died and tried to save her! no one changes THAT much'' #anyone can be an abuser. you could be an abuser. i could be an abuser. that doesnt mean that we ARE but we are capable of it #and the thing that catches ppl off guard is that abusers are really good at hiding who they are and theyre often charming #i often hear this account of abuse that goes something like ''my parent abused me but no one believed me bc theyre nice in public'' #you dont know whats going on behind closed doors. and ik this is about funny kitties at the end of the day but its quite telling #so... yeah bramble has his nice moments. hes got his GREAT moments even. i love his relationship with his mom for example #but those moments dont mean that hes not capable of being worse. of being a monster to his loved ones #its why squilf keeps getting sucked back in. hes not a one dimensional asshole. hes capable of being kind to her. #and thats what makes his disgusting moments hit so much harder #wow ok i got off topic in the tags but yknow. idk i got feelings abt this matter as someone who's experienced toxic relationships

[confinesofmy]

i'm planning next week's picnic like if one thing goes wrong i'll be publicly beheaded. i'm locked in to such an absurd degree.

#also never shopping in my nearest town again maybe #i saw my cousin's ex who lives an hour away and her friend together which is so....... like wow i really thought i'd seen the last of him #very messy situation #started talking to a cashier/stocker i've spoken with on occasion for several years and she showed me some of her art & poetry (???) #got in line in front of one of my former classmate's dads who tried to proposition me right after my mom died #went to the new dollar store which has four self checkouts & one manned‚ tried to use a self checkout and the cashier said #'we don't have self checkouts' i said 'do you mean today or period' she said 'period' and we discussed how badly that's got them fucked up #they're literally running one of the self checkouts as a manned checkout when things get busy like... #and it was JUST built!! like just less than a year ago i think #i always come home from that town wanting to pull my hair out it's sooo strange!! like everything is craaazy #i also got fucking scammed! #i forgot to check until just now but the grocery store likes to run a weekly sale then not update the computers to reflect it #like they've done this for years and years #and i paid $1.99/lb for apples that were marked down to $1.12/lb so i overpaid a damn dollar #during the panini when it was my only source of groceries sometimes the difference would literally be like $50 because of big ticket items #i'd usually walk out‚ unload and read the receipt‚ then walk back in and get my refund. every friday. #and if i didn't i'd be out like $100/month for nothing on top of everything costing double what it did in the city #that place is fucking cursed. like there's just layers and layers of misery covering every surface. #adam yaps

[cloudiness]

Yes hi hello carlos sainz was in my dreams last night, at one point we crushed into each other while walking in opposite directions and let me tell you that man was SOLID, was it real life? Nope, did it felt like real life and he probably is like that irl? YUP.

#carlos sainz jr #f1 #i remember two difrerent moments.. one where i was in my car and saw someone shooting a video in car and it was carlos amd charles #and the other one where i was somehow working on a set for ferrari and Carlos was there wearing his racing suit around his waist #i was talking to someone while moving my gaze towards carlos because WOW and basically caught him doing the same thing because #i am THAT delusional #and then i got back to work so i walked away from the area where carlos was but i could see that carlos was basically doing #the same..i went down a corridor and into another room and then decided to turn around to see if carlos was really following #but as i was walking out of that other room carlos was spriting right through the same door so we crushed into each other #let me tell you HE'S SO GOOD LOOKING FROM UP CLOSE IN MY DREAMS.. AND THE HAIRRRR.. Just speechless #thank you brain

[funkylittlebats]

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#wow okay so ive been reconnecting with my friend who i previously hadn't seen or spoken to in months #and we've been chatting again for abt a month now and she came to my house univited and without warning today and we hung out #even though i really wasn't prepared for company. i decided it was a pleasant enough surprise. she brought cupcakes. #and then she tells me. a trans man. that she. a lesbian. is in love with me #and im now very uncomfortable bc i don't want to date someone who sees me as a girl. and i Know that that's the case here #bc she's said some Kinda Weird yellow flag things abt trans ppl (esp in regards to passing) that ive overlooked bc i enjoyed her company #and she starts crying on my shoulder bc she “can't believe im rejecting her bc i think shes transphobic” #and how she “thought i liked her too” bc i go along with her flirting (when she first started flirting w me i didn't pick up and she- #-made a joke abt how she likes to flirt w men bc shes gay but it looks like im too dense for that joke (said it a friendly way no really)) #(so i didn't realize she was ACTUALLY flirting bc she would still do this to other guys as a joke) #and she “feels so stupid for letting herself be led on by me” and a bunch of other bullshit #and expected me to comfort her while this was going on #which i did bc i didn't know what else to do #and she decided to take THAT as a mixed signal ig and tried to pet me #so i got away from her and got her some water and asked her to leave after she calmed down #and she started crying more but eventually left #and then like an hour later i start getting texts from our friends saying they couldnt believe i was so rude to her #and thought she was a transphobe and shoved her off of me when she just needed comfort #and so now everyone is refusing to talk to me until *i* apologize to *her* #i literally only have one irl friend now bc of this #fuck this shit #and i have fucking class tomorrow #fuck #this #shit

[hwanswerland]

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#wow really no one can make you feel as much of a failure as family can #cant believe im out here having to explain myself to want to sleep at quarter past midnight #after i got here at like after 10pm after being away for a week and a long and stressful #and generally somewhat overwhelming day at work #any many things today not working out the way i wanted them to #so god forbid wanting to sleep #and not driving my sister around all of a sudden #like what do people even want from me #and then they wonder why i dont like being here

[rararazaquato]

that pnf poll you reblogged the other day…i haven’t watched the show in YEARS but i’ve been relistening to a couple of songs and i’ve forgotten how much they slap

(tying this to srmthg, “i’m me” is such a nova-coded song. also hot take krinkle is basically doofenshmirtz if he went off the deep end)

the songs are SO GOOD ikr???

i also think doof and krinkle are pretty emblematic of the theses of their two shows. weird ass essay infodump-type shit incoming.

krinkle comes from a background of cruelty. implied child neglect from his mom to the point where he had to build a new one. a dead end job where he can be fired on a whim by a boss who doesn't care.

for reasons that stem from, but are not directly caused by, krinkle's trauma, he is a horrific person. i've mentioned how krinkle is supposed to be a lesson in stranger danger to the little kids watching the show, but krinkle's behavior towards chiro is EERILY similar to how actual, real-world groomers interact with their victims. like, to the point where the more i think about it, the more justified i feel in thinking the team was in the right to effectively kill him on ranger 7. i could honestly write a whole other infodump post about how well krinkle works as an analogue to actual real-world abusers, but this was a funny silly post and i'm not going to go into that sort of detail on someone else's ask.

the reason i say all of this stuff about how horrible of a person krinkle is, is srmthfg is a show about the fundamental battle of good versus evil. chiro attempts to placate krinkle at first, being polite yet firm with the grown adult who could very easily be trying to hurt him. yet when krinkle actively causes chiro physical harm, the only thing to really do is fight back any way you can; because sometimes, against true evil, violence is the only answer.

phineas and ferb is a different show, though. there aren't any real villains, outside of i guess second dimension doofenshmirtz. every other bad guy is either shown to have redeemable qualities or is so benign that they don't even matter. doof's parents are horrible people, but they've stayed away from him in the show proper. monogram's kind of an asshole to his employees, but he's ultimately fighting on the side of good.

and doofenshmirtz? he's evil, sure, but that's a very petty sort of evil. hardly ever does he have a plan that will cause serious physical harm to anyone. he has a moral code. thematically relevant to this analysis, he is normal around children (and is a wonderful father to boot).

krinkle and doof both come from tragic pasts and work on evil science and engineering experiments in their free time. their differences come from the attitudes of their universes. krinkle is from a universe where evil can and does exist, and if it comes for you or your loved ones, sometimes you have to do anything it takes to stop it. doof is from a universe where true evil does not exist at all.

#wow this one really got away from me huh #sorry for doing a whole analysis on this ask lmao #in my defense: it was a really good ask #srmthfg #pnf #gyrus krinkle #dr heinz doofenshmirtz

[babisawyer]

Dean angrily asking "haven't you ever read the bible?" like make me want your ass more I dare you.

#🐇 #when I say he is the only man ever I mean it #also like everyone's so upset about god cas and um everything he has done so far as been correct #is cas a leo like I know misha is a leo we have the same birthday but is cas also a leo he's so wise and always correct #and like sorry to laugh about it but I'm literally obsessed with sam's hellraiser schizophrenia arc it's literally so funny like same besti #I'm getting pretty close to when I stopped watching originally I'm pretty sure I stopped at the end of season 8??? #I never should have stopped tbh no matter how stupid it got #I do remember being like wow spn is ending I should watch the finale and immediately got to watch dean die for real and I cried so hard I #almost threw up lmfao like I was so mad I hadn't watched in years and the one time I do they show me the worst possible scenario #every scenario would be bad tbh I truly don't think I'll ever be able to come up with a ~perfect~ ending for dean and sam wow this post #really got away from me anyway dean winchester call me I am free I am available

[imeminemp3]

oh i got 3 compliments on my nails at social anxiety group tonight🥺🥺

#also i finally got to talk to the other girl* who's actually in the group #one of the compliments was from her and the others from one of the. um idk what you call them. ladies training to be psychiatrists #part of the appeal of these nails is the are 3d so they are very tactile #also im realising that the autism is also making the Getting Over Social Anxiety hard #bc the social anxiety def came from the autism so. there's things i just don't do and im very adamant about not changing them but #like #eye contact and such. im never going to do that and i think tahts OK! #sorry these tags are like. getting in depth. BUT #ive been like. performing societal norms super hard lately which is not good for my mental health like im out here making a gazillion #facial expressions a day bc idk im stressed outta my mind! idk! #i really need to get my therapist to understand that i am fucked up in a way bc last time I saw her (last week) i said i vaccuumed my room #and she was like wow ur doing gr8! nvm the fact that i still had piles of washing and so much shit to still Pu away #i did clean my room fully tho tonight bc my sister is coming over tmr #but that's bc i wanna set a good example #incentives don't seem to work on her 13yo brain but they do for me! but as i said she's coming over tmr and since im going str8 from work #to pick her up ive left it up til the LAST MINUTE lmfao #but. i did it #OK guys sayonara I'm going to read these tags to my therapist next time i see her tho #diary

[rouge-the-bat]

Hi Rouge! Just wanted to say that with all the drama I've had going on with anon hate, I'm really glad it wasn't you. I was a little worried because I like your content and I would have been sad to lose you.

Also, I wanted to tell you that you helped me figure out some gender things and now I'm a little more open minded regarding gender. So thank you!

D: oh no, ive been more off tumblr lately after getting sdv so i hadnt seen youve been getting hate ��� im so sorry about that, we havent been following each other for very long but you seem really cool, you dont deserve hate :(

*hugs* im glad to hear tho that you really like my content n ive helped u understand some gender stuff better!! if i can help people become more open minded about stuff thats always really great to see :'3

#also dw i wouldnt stoop to shit like anon hate #ive gotten WAAYYYYY too much of that over the years #if i got a problem with someone i say it with my chest and call them an asshole for when theyre being an asshole HFJSJFJ #i only do that for ppl hating on me/my identity tho. bc im sick of ppl spouting hate #and its not like ill keep sending hate. ill just see them being an ass and ill send one ''wow youre a fucking asshole'' and block #if i have an issue with someone i relatively know i believe in the Hey Can We Just Talk About This method #i may not have any mercy or respect for people being deliberate cunts #but im not the type to attack ppl for like. different views or maybe being a bit ignorant on something or w/e #also i scrolled down ur blog n ig its about the pro life stuff?? #which like. im pro choice 100% but im tokophobic so i prefer staying away from topics about pregnancy n abortion n stuff usually #i got tags for that stuff blocked #im not gonna immediately lump all prolifers into being pieces of shit or w/e #theres a lot of reasons n emotions involved for why ppl take stances esp on a topic like that #n from what im seein it doesnt look like a topic either of us really feel comfy with discussing in depth lol #so dw im not gonna be dragging u into talking about it #starry asks #wow i really just say a lot of shit in the tags sometimes. why do i put in here rather than on the post itself? idk i just Do #this is the secondary thoughts room. i guess

[yuridovewing]

There was a bit when Alderpaw was about to get his full name where he was anxious about Puddleshine not being there (because at that point, the Kin was forcing him to be their medic) and he was like "but I want Puddleshine to be here at this really important moment for me :(" and I know im grasping at straws here but.... gay

#also i think i forgot to mention this but i also really like puddleshine so far. hes another unwilling medic sure #but its actually interesting this time bc its not for ableist reasons or plot or anything #its directly connected to the rebellious apprentice plot so ofc puddle wouldnt want it #and hes put in a really horrible position where he has to learn EVERYTHING in two months only and then he immediately gets an outbreak #he almost watches his own mom die and his siblings are implied to be kinda distant from him #and hes like. a teenager. #damn it why cant the story be about him #also itd be nice if he and alderpaw actually got to bond in this book #like during all the gathering chapters w alder he gets talking with puddle and idk share experiences #itd be kinda funny bc alder is like ''man :/ idk my sister makes me feel bad'' #while puddle is one thread away from losing his sanity because people are dying under him and the leaders are just watching #anyways yeah ik this line isnt really gay bc obviously but also he follows it up with ''man he got his name before me'' #which kinda implies its more of a ''wow i gotta prove myself to this guy'' thing more than ''i want my friend here'' #actually it certainly is that bc they didnt really interact in the book much at all #avos liveread

[imagine-nerd]

Above all else the thing that has been the most disappointing about pokemon scarlet and violet is that the credits song is ed sheeran

#pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlett #pokemon violet #pokemon scarvi #Aside from the fact it does have its issues I would say this was my favorite pokemon game purely based on story #I couldn't put it down since I first got it I was having so much fun #Aside from xy I've played every mainline game since emerald and yeah this is definitely a top 3 to me #Dia/pearl/plat will always hold a special place in my heart for the memories I hold around the game #I loved sumo and ultra sumo so much that despite having moon/ultra moon I also have a copy of sun (tho never had time to really play it) #Like I've never bought the other version of the game if I already had one except for sumo games so it shows how much I loved it #Legends arceus did wow me as well despite my initial reaction to the pokemon leaks but completed the pokedex haven't touched it since #I can't say anything detailed without spoiling something but story wise I am completely blown away by scarvi #This is just my opinion tho #theo's thoughts

[twilightsparasite]

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#my post #mine #it’s actually so surreal now to think about what I thought I wanted for my life #the fact that I was so willing to spend my life with a complete buffoon who showed no interest in sharing a life with me was just so so so #heartbreaking to go through. But now that I’ve taken this time to reflect on our behaviors #it’s obvious that I wanted the relationship and he didn’t and that’s totally fine! I’m most upset that I allowed myself to believe in lies #it’s hard staying apart of reality when someone that delusional is living with you #a part * #wow. #just mind boggling really. I’m so much happier and healthier now. #don’t get me wrong #it’s amazing talking to R right now and I adore our flirty banter but I don’t think I’m ready for another heartbreak or to lead him on. #woah. I always word vomit on here haha 😂 and forget that I’m doing it #while I’m doing it lol 😂 #anywho! I’m just thankful to have my memories with R to reflect on. I knew there were good men in the world. I just had to get away from the #bad ones. And that’s what I was In ThE PrOcEsSss of DOiNnG!! #so glad I broke up with my ex and finally accepted the reality that he isn’t good for me and we don’t mix. #the clarity feels ethereal though. I’m so excited to figure out where things are at with R soon and then go from there #oof! which skirt shall I wear today ☺️ #I got 3 new skirts yesterday and a wicked awesome scarf and some earrings.! man I’m such a lil fashionista now #finally dressing how I’ve always wanted too :) #okay I need to shut up #I could talk for hours haha 🙃 #I’m so annoying sometimes but this is my blog! and I enjoy my small escape :) I’ve earned it #after dealing with nerve issues for the past near 7 months because my ex choked me and like a little bitch now forced both of us to have to #live with the horrors he created. I think I’ve earned my place in vomiting emotions into my little tumblr blog #I’ve accepted what happened. will never understand it because it’s a foolish delusion if you believe him to be a good guy or even capable #I’ve thought it over so many times. he had no one in his life supporting him like I was and he snapped when I was no longer an ‘object’ he #could use #so he panicked and does what his pea brain thought he had to do which was eliminate the ‘threat’ being me because he could no longer control