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Help me spread the word about these families and people in Palestine.

On my reblog account I had noticed that accounts belonging to people in Palestine had started following me, so I would like to take a moment to draw attention to their situations. I will leave a link under their names so you can donate.

All of these accounts have been vetted, these are real people in need of help, please donate if you can and spread information about their situations.

@saveranafamily

Rana Akeem and his family are currently stuck in Gaza without shelter or access to basic necessities under constant threat of bombing.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-us-to-escape-gaza

@abosamisblog

This fundraiser is for Eyad Sami, his wife Amal Nabil, and their 4 children, one of which is recovering from horrible injuries caused by an attack in Deir al-Balah.

https://gofund.me/37cec903

@aseelo680

Aseel and her family currently live in a nylon tent suitable only for 3 people, she is the only one there to help her mother with chronic illnesses and her father who had suffered a stroke.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-aseels-fight-for-life-and-family-in-gaza

@hanaa98yousef

Raluca Dumitrescu, her husband Mohammed and their son Yousef are living in an unstable environment with no income and no way to give Yousef the food and care he needs.

https://gofund.me/86a04937

@omaraahedfamily

This fundraiser is for Ahed Alanqar, his wife Maisoon and their 3 daughters who are struggling to evacuate while getting enough food and basic necessities to survive.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-ashed-and-his-family-get-through-this-war-in-gaza

@abuadam86

Habib is married with 4 kids and is unable to financially support them due to losing his source of income, they currently live in a tent in Deir al-Balah.

These are only short descriptions of what they are going through, PLEASE go to their accounts and read through their situations. Do what you can to help, share their accounts, donate whatever you can, help these people escape.

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Whenever I tell someone in my family that I don't want kids they bring up how they also used to not want kids and say something like "if you grow up to not want kids that's good for you, but just know that you might change your mind." I have multiple reasons that I don't want kids. I don't want to end up raising a kid of my own the ways I've seen my family members raise their kids. I don't have the mental or emotional endurance to raise another human being and teach them how to be a person with the patience they deserve and need. I have multiple mental health problems that I know would hinder me from being a good parent and I'd likely end up passing them down to my kids. I don't really like being around children, which I feel is sort of really important to consider before having a kid. I don't like sudden loud noises, being asked a lot of questions or being unexpectedly touched, all of which are things children naturally do as part of their development. I don't think I'd be able to handle the financial aspects of raising a kid because money stresses me out enough. I can't stand the thought of being pregnant or giving birth. Even if I adopt I still have so many reasons why I don't think I could handle raising a kid, a lot of them being completely unavoidable.

Most importantly though, I just don't want kids. Never really have, from what I remember. So I doubt that'll change, and if it does I'll figure it out. I just wish that they could just go "ok" and move on when I tell them this, I don't need a life lesson on how I might change my mind when I'm not even out of college yet.

stop telling your teenage daughters who say they don't want kids that they'll change their mind

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Lately my reasons are to see the people in my life that make me happy, and to enjoy things intensely without shame or guilt. My boyfriend and best friends are honestly two of my biggest reasons why I keep going. Them, and the freedom I now have to enjoy the things I love without being judged. I've gotten into so many more fandoms, so many communities, so many hobbies that I find a lot of joy in now that I'm not afraid of what others would think. I've gotten into writing fanfiction for the furst time in a long, long time recently and it's genuinely been so fun. There's a lot of things I just can't love about life, no matter how hard I try, but I always keep moving because I get to be around people that love me and do things I love. I know that sounds cheesy but it genuinely is helping me stay out of the darker parts of my brain that just want to give up on everything. My purpose is to love, to be loved, to enjoy, to create, to inspire, to be inspired. I'm meant to be happy. I'll continue to push through and work for the things that make me happy because it's what I deserve.

I'm very sorry to ask something like this, I've really been struggling with this question, and I wanted to ask the combined wisdom of the people on this site

I would like to know why you keep going, and what drives you to keep living. I know there are a lot of reasons to stay alive and enjoy life, I can think of a few that personally resonate with me, but I really want to know what your reasons are

You do not have to comment on this if that's too big of an ask, and I'm very sorry for asking something like this, I really need someone's help, I feel like I don't have much purpose

Also if I may ask, please don't post any suicidal ideation in the comments of this post, I really can't handle something like that right now

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AAAAA THIS IS PERFECT THANK YOU SO MUCH! Also no worries with not posting it sooner, I'm just happy you seem to be doing alright and I'm more than happy to be able tp read this! Thanks again!

Welcome back!! I'm glad to see you're doing ok, and I wanted to say I'm super excited to be mutual with you because your headcanons are really fueling my Mikey obsession in the best way possible

No pressure to do this at all, but I was wondering if you might be willing to do some Og Michael x gn socially anxious/awkward reader headcanons? Like the kinda reader that stumbles over their words a lot and feels like a deer in headlights whenever they have to talk to strangers and stuff like that? They try to either avoid social situations altogether or play up their mistakes as them being funny to lessen the embarrassment. Definitely someone who can't stand crowded areas or social gatherings because it makes them very nervous, and actually feels comforted by Michael watching from afar because they find his presence comforting.

Feel free to change some of this if it's too specific, and again no pressure! You just got back so feel free to take your time! :>

OG Michael Myers x GN! Anxious/Socially awkward S/O HC’s

thank you! i’m sorry for such a long wait, i intended on posting this way sooner but life had other plans lol anyways, it’s a bit short.. sorry bout that. i hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Michael is more than pleased knowing you have a strong (and sour) opinion on crowds. He likes that you depend on him for comfort and safety. However, this doesn’t mean he likes knowing you’re feeling anxious or worried. Michael is very limited to what he can feel but when it comes to you he desperately wants to destroy anything that hurts you or upsets you.

Michael loves watching you from afar. He’s done that since day one and it will never stop. He is there to protect you - as everyone around you is considered a threat in his mind. He is there to comfort you when you need to leave for a breath of fresh air. He is there waiting, watching, listening. Always listening to what your friends say behind your back. What strangers say. And if he doesn’t agree or like any of the things they say.. it’s very difficult to talk him out of doing anything horrible.

He doesn’t talk so he won’t be able to talk for you, he does speak up for you through his actions. (Unmasked) He will glare, pull you aside, step in front of you, or whatever you prefer him to do. He will do it, and he will enjoy it because again, it shows you need him and only he’s able to give you the protection and comfort you need.

If you get nervous around Michael and stumble on your words he tilts his head a little. Studying you. Thinking of ways to fluster you more and calm you at the same time. He has a habit of toying with you a lot, but not too much. He’s just a tease by nature.

Michael loves you for who you are. None of this will bother him, he genuinely feels satisfaction whenever helping you in public situations. You can always count on him to be there. Lurking in the shadows or right by your side with a death grip on your hand. Either way, he’s there and he won’t ever leave.

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Therapeutic. Jeff x Reader. CW: Hurt/comfort, depression, anxiety, personal comfort fic that's relatable enough to post, talk of struggles and life being fucking shit, left mostly vague intentionally, Jeff trying to be a good boyfriend.

“It’s been hard on you, hasn’t it?” His words catch you off guard, jolting as he plops down next to you on the old couch in the basement. 

You avert his eyes, choosing to stare at the pictures decorating the walls instead, forcing a smile onto your face and a laugh out of your chest. 

“I’m fine, Jeff, you know that. I can handle myself.” Your words do little to convince him, and his gaze pierces through you, causing you to shift anxiously. 

“How many nights have you helped me when I’m broken down? When I keep insisting I can keep going, that I’m fine? How many of my fake smiles have you seen through that nobody else has noticed?” His voice is calming, and he leans back onto the couch, resting his arm on top of it as a silent invitation in case you need to move closer to him for comfort.

“That’s different…” You whisper as you wrap your arms around yourself, and he watches you in concern, just barely resisting the urge to pull you closer.

“Because you think your problems aren’t as bad as mine?” You remain silent at his question, and he breathes a sigh as his gaze turns to worry. 

“Pain isn’t felt equally, sweetheart… You know that. You know that everyone experiences things differently, and you shouldn’t compare your own stressors to mine.” There’s no condescension in his voice, and it coaxes you to relax into the arm of the couch, facing away from him. He hears you sniffle, and his face scrunches up, trying to hold himself together for you. 

“…But you… You’ve been through so much…! All of you have! And I just… I haven’t experienced those things, nothing even remotely close to it, and yet I…” You pause, and he remains silent, encouraging you to continue. “I can’t even handle this. I feel so fucking weak. You’ve all survived literal hell, and I can’t even handle much more normal struggles without falling apart. It’s not fair… I shouldn’t be struggling like this when you have all been through much worse.” 

“Sweetheart…” His voice betrays the calmness of his face, the pain in his voice causing you to shake as your tears touch your cheeks. “What did I tell you…? It’s not fair for anyone if you compare yourself to me, or anyone else. You’re right, we’ve all lived through hell, and sometimes it still feels like we’re there... But we’re the outliers. It’s normal to struggle, to feel depressed and anxious. Shit, a majority of us are depressed all the fucking time. That doesn’t mean you need to be brave and strong for us. I mean, we aren’t very strong either. We cry over what you consider mundane shit all the time, the same stuff that’s getting to you. Humans aren’t meant to deal with constant struggles and sadness.”

You continue to shake, trying to hold in your cries, and he shifts closer to you on the couch, your body sagging backward, begging you to get comfort from him, but your brain continues to tell you that you don’t deserve it, you haven’t earned it. 

“Please stop bullying yourself… It hurts me to see you this way. Everyone would feel better if you just admitted when things were hard, if you just came forward and asked for help, for comfort. I’d feel better. It’s not fair for you to struggle in silence because you think you’re too weak.”

You go to retort back to him that you’re saving them the extra work, but all that comes out are choked cries you’ve been holding in for weeks.

“Let me help you. Let me be your support, your shoulder to cry on. You’ve helped me through so much fucking shit, and I want more than anything to do the same for you.” He scoots a little bit closer again, and you break, turning around and crawling into his hold.

He cradles you into him, an arm around your back and his hand rubbing the back of your head as you weep into his chest. He occasionally presses kisses to your forehead that draw more sobs out of you as you cling to him. 

“Just let it out, sweetheart. Give all your pain to me.” He whispers into you, and you let out a loud sob you hope the others don’t hear upstairs.

“It just… IT SUCKS!! Life fucking SUCKS and I’m just— just supposed to know how to handle all this shit?!” You scream out, holding him as if he’s your only lifeline, and he nods along with you. “If it’s not one thing it’s another, and I’m in charge of myself, but I have to maintain connections to everyone around me, and I have to eat, and sleep, and work, and survive, and then something shitty happens and destroys me, so I don’t eat, and I don’t sleep, and I just wanna cry, but I can’t because I have to work and survive…! It’s just a fucking cycle of nothing but shit! It’s exhausting, and I fucking hate it!” You’re heaving and crying, and he continues to stroke your head comfortingly as he sighs.

“I hate it too, and it is shit. It’s unfair and absolutely ridiculous. But, it brought me to you, and you to me. It brings you home to me, where you can lay in bed with me, in those comfy pajamas you were so excited to get, to a freezer full of yummy ice cream, to a stereo to blast your favorite music on. Sometimes we get so caught up in all the shit that we forget all the good, and that takes us to dark places. Places that give us scars, and pain, and tears, and bitterness.” His hold tightens around you as you feel his tears running into your hair from where his cheek is squished against you. 

“Life brought me bad luck, shitty days, and more issues than anyone would ever want… But it also brought me you. It brought me you so you could remind me of the good, and so I could do the same for you. That’s what’s important.” Both of you continue to hold each other, your tears lessening as you lay there quietly, the ambiance of everyone moving around upstairs bringing a level of comfort to you that you haven’t felt in weeks. 

“Can we go upstairs, and take a warm shower..? I’ll get out your pajamas for you, grab that ice cream, and boot up the stereo. We could talk about it… Or we could just blast some music and sit in each other’s comfort?” He asks you softly, and you nod against him, moving further into his embrace. 

“Good.” He presses another kiss to your forehead and tightens his hold in one final embrace, your name softly flowing out of him. “Promise me something?” You look up at him, eyes red and face irritated, and nod.

“If you’re wading through shit, let me wade through it with you. Please, don’t hold things in anymore. Promise me?” He holds out his pinky delicately for you, and after scrunching up your face once more, you make a distressed noise of agreement, locking your pinky securely around his own.

“Good pet.” He coos at you affectionately, pressing soft kisses across your nose and cheeks before lifting you into his arms to carry you upstairs. 

You’d always thought it a burden to share your pain with others, thought it an inconvenience to them, thought it wrong… But now, held in his warm embrace with the promise of ice cream and cuddles soon to happen, it didn’t feel so bad at all, even if the weight was still in your heart… It felt more tolerable now. Jeff would continue to make you feel that way, make you understand it was okay to rely on him, on others, and that it benefited no one to suffer in silence, no matter how light or heavy the issue life dealt you.

Life fucking sucks, but it can choke on its misery. 

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Hi again! I was wondering if you might be able to do dabi with a gn reader that comes off as intimidating due to their rbf, nonsocial tendencies and clothing style but as soon as they start talking they're very nice? And once they get close with people they're actually very goofy and almost chaotic in a way? Basically they kinda act like Denki but only if they like you and trust you. They only act that way around the LOV, and especially around him (they tone it down if he gets too annoyed though). I did send an ask that you just answered today so absolutely no worries if you don't wanna do this one right away, I hope I'm not sending too many asks at one time! I'm just very excited about dabi right now and you write him very well, either way have a good day/night! :>

Hello, again, anon!

I like this ask, this is kinda what I'm like hehe 🤣 (Seriously though, I do have a resting bitch face, which does help with unwanted attention) but once I'm comfortable, I'm loud around the person. And Denki is such a sweetheart!

And the last part goes for anyone, don't ever feel like you're sending too many asks! I am down to hear all your crazy, fluffy, weird thoughts about these two men.

I hope this is what you were thinking of!

Dabi with a gn. reader who looks intimidating but is a total sweetheart-HCs

*Gender neutral reader, fluff, some chaotic elements

Tags:@mossy-opal @the-milk-anon @doumadono @dreamcastgirl99

-Dabi wasn't fazed by your behavior when you first met. Standoffish, aloof, not really the smiling type. Even your fashion style was the type that most people would find intense or different.

-You're like this with the League, so he knows it's not just him.

-It's not till it's been a few months and he manages to get you to laugh, genuinely laugh, for the first time. And there, it's when he breaks.

-You guys bond over the mutual feeling of another villain trying to act tough around the LOV, or a hero trying to stand up to them and then getting wiped out. Irritation. Disgust.

-Slowly, you both share bits and pieces about yourselves. And it's like this that Dabi realizes you're one of the few people he respects.

-And, despite his initial wariness and judgement, you're a sweetheart. You just fell into the wrong path, but you're decent.

-You guys totally prank Shigaraki and Compress a few times, hiding behind corners and jumping out to scare them, switching out their accessories for a knockoff version, etc etc.

-Toga and Twice even join in, ganging up on them as well.

-Dabi can't believe the crazy ideas you have sometimes; he almost doubts that they can be pulled off.

-Sometimes you even say the most out of pocket stuff, and then everyone's laughing nonstop.

-But he's not complaining. He can't remember the last time he laughed this much.

'You really have no filter, huh, (your name)?'

-There have been a few times in battles where your out-of-the-box thinking and strategy saved them, or resulted in minimal damage.

-You do ease off a little bit if anyone acts annoyed, or says something about it.

-Dabi loves that you're unapologetic when you're comfortable. He finds it cool, and he likes the fact that you can be yourself around the League.

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Hi I was having art thoughts and I just wanted to share.

So I was thinking about a conversation i had with my dad about what art exactly is. We were specifically talking about Duchamp's Fountain and whether or not it could count as art. He said it didn't, I said it possibly could. I think I found exactly why I think that.

Art can be defined as the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, which to me means that anything with human forethought, imagination and/or skill can be considered art. This is why phrases like "the art of conversation" exist, knowing the ins and outs of social interaction isn't a visual medium like painting or drawing, but it involves the application of skill, it has technique and thought put into it. It can be studied and put into practice in such a way that makes a noticeable difference.

So, with Duchamp's Fountain, he placed a urinal into a museum upside down and signed with a pseudonym. Is that art? I think it could be, because conceptually it's taking an object from one context and placing it in another, where seeing it there is odd or strange. It raises questions, like why is it there? Who is this person? Is this a joke? It's in the context of an art exhibit, is this an art piece? What the hell is this? And I feel like making people ask those questions and finding ways to challenge people's perceptions of what a concept means CAN BE the art itself.

Or maybe he put it there to be funny, which it is! And comedy is an art too!

Anyway I feel like art can be literally almost anything and I feel like the fact its definition can be so broad and indefinable makes it beautiful. I dunno if this post makes sense, I just like art.

Also just because something is art doesn't mean it's not stupid, like math.

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oh my gosh im LIVING for your michael fluff!!! im wanting to request an hc for his love languages for female reader please!

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Thank you! This HC is more fluffy than others. I really liked writing this one! Enjoy soft mikey. <3

* these aren't in any specific order and I decided to add both sides to it not just his. Hope that's okay for you anon!!

acts of service.

Okay so.. mike won't mention anything before doing whatever it is, he gets a bit uncomfortable and a little flustered.

He knows you better than anyone, he reads you well and pays attention, to the point where he knows you'll be needing something within a few days.

You're almost out of beauty products? He will steal whatever he can find from other female victims.

Need another notebook or want to read different books? He's on the hunt for it.

You're tired and sleeping in? He will try his best to clean up after himself. This is rare.

Will help you move heavy stuff around the house if you want to rearrange.

Something you need in a cabinet too high? After some light teasing, mike will grab whatever it is for you and remember to keep it lower next time.

Someone upset/hurt you? Yeah.. surprise, they're suddenly missing and totally not laying somewhere lifeless.

Michael loves to gift you random things for literally no reason as well. If he sees anything you might like, he is stealing it asap and leaving it on your bed, around the house, etc. He won't physically give gifts to you, he's honestly a bit too shy and awkward for that.

He's always unsure on how or when to show affection so he makes up for it the most in this aspect.

So tbh he's just a cat gifting you weird shit all the damn time.

Michael LOVES it when you do the same for him! Although.. for him it's more about his.. lifestyle and less romantic or whatever.

He enjoys anything you cook for dinner, he skips breakfast most of the time. But dinner and snacks? Oh yeah, he's going to love it.

Having his clothes and trusted knife cleaned is definitely heartwarming to him, as odd as it may sound. But c'mon, it's mike.

He gets a bit flustered whenever you have a towel and fresh clothes ready at night or very early in the morning for him.

You cleaning the house is a huge green flag to him, he appreciates it very much even if sometimes it doesn't seem like it. He knows that without your cleaning skills, his living situation would only get worse.

Tbh he's a man child when not hunting so he basically has you as some personal care giver, someone to lean on and depend on for specific things. And in return, he doesn't harm you or worse- no but seriously, he loves you, in his own fucked up ways.

love letters & notes.

Michael doesn't talk. He refuses to, he might let a grunt or hum slip out occasionally but yeah.. this man ain't a fan of speaking. So.. what does he do?

Yep. Notes. Notes everywhere.

Some are strange to say the least.

Ripped up pages with scribbled drawings of a pretty rose or a heart (a semi-realistic one, not the casual hearts everyone else does)

Other times he will write random praises, these are rare but so sweet and meant to be cherished and never mocked or brought up, it takes a lot of inner strength to do this.

However, he has a habit of not putting any "i" before any affectionate phrases.

"Love you."

"Proud of you."

"So pretty today."

Michael is over the moon whenever you write him letters! He will save every single one, stuff them in his pocket for a few days then put them somewhere safe, to read whenever he feels like it.

In a way, he feels more understood when you write instead of speak. He doesn't talk so for you to do something similar to him is definitely a pull on the heart strings.

Late at night, whenever you're sleeping, he likes to read the notes over and over, a burning sensation in his eyes like tears.

He won't cry but it's extremely close to it.

If you give him a letter face to face, he won't read it in front of you unless you beg and push him to do so.

Luckily his mask hides the red blush and raised eyebrows whenever he reads something so loving.

And if you're the lucky one, and his mask is off, you'll see every single reaction he desperately tries to hide.

Out of embarrassment he sometimes shoves the note back to you and walks away, only to awkwardly back, pick it up/out of your hands then walk away again.

praise. (sfw)

Praise for Michael is mostly about him as a person in general.

Yes, you know what he does is awful, but you still find the motivation to praise his personality, especially whenever he spares someone, such as young kids.

Or if he cleans up after hunting. Tell him he did a good job and he will clean more.

The most emotional one is when you praise him for opening up more, even in the slightest of ways. Please let him know you appreciate it and respect his boundaries at the same time.

Michael praising you is less verbal obviously so it may seem like less but it's always genuine and never dull, surprisingly.

Head pats! Gentle and simple.

No words needed.

A head tilt and a cute thumbs up sometimes too if you do something you weren't so sure of. He approves!

quality time.

Okay so.. he will never admit to this but he loves to be around you all the time. He only huffs and walks away when he's getting overstimulated with emotions he's not used to, not because you're annoying or something.

He won't necessarily be by your side 24/7 when in the house but he finds so much peace in knowing you're just a room over, so close to reach and far enough to enjoy alone time as well.

This changes the longer he is with you though. Eventually he is closer than ever.

Quality time for you is a bit different.

You love to sit next to him, in the same rooms, doing whatever.

Watching movies, cooking, etc.

His presence (once terrifying) is very calming, being around him feels like a blanket of safety.

On the days you can coax him into being closer when doing stuff, it's awkward at first but he warms up quick enough.

And on the days he wants to be in separate rooms, you sometimes stand by the doorway and check on him, vise versa.

He will check on you too. But he just.. stands there, not saying a word. Then slowly walks away, only to "check" on you again ten minutes later.

That's when you know he either wants your attention or would like to show you something.

physical touch.

Okay so.. this one is very important and difficult at the same time.

Michael is beyond touch starved.

This means he reacts negatively the first few times you try touching him.

It's not because he hates your touch or feels angry about it, no, the poor guy just doesn't understand it honestly.

Once he gets used to your loving touches he is going to get greedy with it.

When he fights it off, pull him closer and make him stay there. Because trust me, if he truly wanted to be away from you in that moment, he's more than strong enough to push you or himself off.

So when he doesnt do that, it's a silent way of saying, "hey, I'm not sure about this bc I'm getting emotional but I dont really want to leave, I need this"

Finally, after some time, he learns to relax and actually enjoys laying on your chest, your hands in his hair (if he takes the mask off but that's rare, unfortunately.)

Michael is naturally needy for your cuddles and simple affectionate gestures. He's totally clingy but will never admit it to you or himself.

Like fr, he's always around you and staring. Waiting to be cuddled or for you to ask him if you can be held.

He loves holding you so much. Keeping you safe is his number one priority, lowkey.

You enjoy being held by him.

His strong arms and buff-built type of body is absolutely warm as hell.

Personal heater tbh.

In the beginning he isn't going to initiate anything so that's on you.

Once both of you are comfortable enough with each other, Michael is going to pull you to his chest/on his lap frequently, whenever he's home with nothing else to do.

It's a bit rough, the way he guides you into his embrace, but it's also loving.

Michael will hold you more if you're upset, stressed, angry, etc.

He will pay attention to what you melt into and the things you don't like, where you like to be caressed, etc.

Most of his cuddles are late at night or early morning before you wake up, he's so embarrassed whenever you catch him being all soft and you calling him a teddy bear always earns a threatening glare from the masked man.

But both of you know he ain't gonna do shit. He cares for you, adores you, loves you so much. Will he say that? Nope. But michael is a man who proves a point with actions.

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michael myers with a clingy s/o who is super sweet and trusts others easily? thanks ❤

Michael Myers (Halloween)

the beginning of the relationship & affection.

Let's be real here, it takes a lot of patience for this odd relationship to work and function properly.

You're the first to initiate most things when it comes to anything romantic.

Cuddling? Not right away, even if you ask or beg for it. It all starts with something small.

Pats on the head. Awkward hugs.

It takes him a while to actually hug you back with genuine energy that's purely full of love and adoration.

He's felt it for way longer, he just never acted on it for the sake of being vulnerable, it had his stomach in anxious knots.

how he feels about your gentle personality.

At first? It was so annoying. He often thought to himself how foolish and ignorant you were to trust so blindly.

You were seconds away from death, all he had to do was step closer and wrap his hands around your throat but you stuttered in fear- yet voiced concern for his injuries.

"You're bleeding!"

Signature head tilt.

Confusion and amusement.

This resulted in him sparing your life.

How he feels about your gentle nature now? Not exactly annoying but actually bothersome due to anxiety.

Michael hates the thought of not being able to protect you one day, or be there for you in the moment- you're definitely fragile in his eyes, so vulnerable and weak.

Losing you because you trusted someone so easily gets under his thick skin.

He tends to scold you frequently.

He will also try teaching you ways of protecting yourself even though it's more than likely that he's following you everywhere even without your knowledge.

In conclusion, this only adds more to the urge of needing to keep you safe. You're his and will always be protected, michael would literally do anything to keep you alive.

how michael reacts to your affection.

Michael isn't going to react much for a while. Very stiff and just blank like a white canvas. However, that doesn't mean he will shove you away or anything.

He secretly loves your affection.

The man just doesn't know how to properly give it back in return, it'll take some time.

Kiss his masked cheek? His heart melts.

Cling to his arm when on the couch? He will casually open his arms and guide you to his chest, holding you protectively.

Hugs are the first thing he responds to eventually. But sometimes his hugs can be painful, he's not aware of how strong he is when doing simple things like this.

Once he's used to your touch and trusts you completely, it's different and very difficult to have any personal space.

He's always next to you.

Doing dishes? Behind you the whole time.

Watching tv in bed? Lays next to you.

Cooking? Staring and standing near you without getting in the way too much.

He's still a bit rough with his touches though but don't take it personally.

He's prone to grip your shoulder or wrist to pull you towards him.

Will definitely look down at you and tilt his head to see your flustered reaction, sometimes lifting your chin with his rough hand, leaning in closer.

The first kiss doesn't happen for a long time. He will tease you a bit with it as if to seem confident but really he's nervous about messing it up some how or making you uncomfortable. Plus it's new to him.

In the end, he grows very used to your affection and will ask for it silently.

how he feels about your clingy behavior.

In the beginning it made him uncomfortable.

Why were you so attached and so willing to love on him? Why did you want to be near him? Despite not feeling guilty for what he does, he oddly enough feels insecure.

But the longer you're with him, the better he is at dealing with your clingy self.

It comes to a point where he is irritated and will huff in annoyance if you aren't clingy enough, he enjoys your company and loves knowing you want to be around him all the time. He feels needed and loved.

If you're insecure about being needy and all that stuff, he's quick to shut those negative thoughts down and will do his best to reassure you that it's okay.

Just don't point it out when he starts being clingy too. He will get embarrassed and cover it up with anger, purposely distancing himself from you for a while.

in conclusion.

Michael didn't mix well with your personality in the beginning.

But thankfully, he warmed up to you and started to enjoy a normal life with you.

And no matter what, you are always protected and cared for in his own ways.

He'd never admit it but he absolutely craves your attention whenever not out doing his usual hunting sprees.

You're the only person to know the true Michael, with and without the mask.

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Drummer Boy (Michael x Reader)

In memory of this post I made where I talked about Michael playing drums, a lot of you seemed to get a kick out of that so I decided to write something for it in celebration of 100 Followers!! Thank you all so much for supporting my content, it means a lot!

Michael Myers x gn!Reader (they/them)

Summary: Michael surprised you as the corners of his mouth stretched into an almost feral grin. His eyes were wide as he began banging the drums again, the loud noises echoing throughout your garage. You laughed in surprise at his genuine joy and stayed to watch him play.

Cutting Michael Myers' hair had not been on your to-do list for the weekend.

Despite the Boogeyman's best efforts, he grew to trust you enough to be comfortable with you seeing him maskless. At first he'd assumed you'd infected him somehow, made him soft. Michael couldn't afford softness, never could. Growing up in the institution had done permanent damage to him, socially and mentally, and you knew this. It wasn't normal for Michael to take a step back whenever you approached him too fast nor was it normal for him to barely sleep a few hours every night simply because he was scared of being experimented on somehow.

While the police had given up looking for the Shape of Haddonfield, you knew Dr Loomis was still looking. And a dark part of you hoped he found you solely because you wanted to beat his stupid face in.

You'd never tell Michael that. A part of you believed he already knew.

With the police no longer looking and wanted posters no longer spreading around the town, it was easier for you to take Michael places. You'd take him shopping, to parks on walks, anywhere with minimal requirement for human socializing. You smiled to yourself while you cut his hair as you recalled a memory of Michael getting annoyed with another customer while out and about and how he'd knocked over an entire jug of milk next to their cart, effectively framing them for the crime.

Your big cat of a man sat completely still while you gave his ends attention.

You'd noticed how long his hair had gotten when he stepped out of the shower this morning, the wet droplets covering his shoulders and running down his back and chest. For a moment that had distracted you but you remained diligent. So, you'd waited for his hair to dry and took him out to the garage to cut his hair.

The sky was overcast and there was a light rain falling that you could see from within the garage. Michael had opened the garage door in order to watch while you cut his hair and seemed content to let you do whatever to his head. It had taken awhile to get him to trust you around him and even longer for sharp objects to be introduced.

Brushing off his bare chest and back, you smiled at your handiwork. "Looking sharp Mikey," you complimented with a smile, "I think this'll make wearing your mask a bit more comfortable. Less itchy too." You watched Michael run his hands through his hair and seemed content. No one was better at reading his micro-expressions than you. He liked it.

As Michael pulled his black tshirt back on, you began brushing the hair with a sweeper and dustpan into a garbage bag. It hadn't been a lot – Michael only had so much tolerance of annoying things – but it still took you a minute to do. You weren't even paying attention to your Boogeyman snooping around the garage until you heard a cymbal make a sound.

You lifted you head and found Michael had removed the cloth covering your old drum set and was investigating it, giving you a tilt of his head. "Oh, I forgot that was out here!" You stepped over some storage boxes as you made your way towards the drums. "The sticks should be around here somewhere," you hummed before digging around the space. Sure enough, you found the two sticks wrapped up nearby. "You know how to play drums?" Michael gave his head a slight shake no.

Sitting in the leather seat, you banged on a few of the drums and showed Michael how they worked. His eyes widened at the loud sounds as you played. "I never learnt anything professional," you told him as you just banged around a bit, "it was just nice to let energy out." You gave the cymbals a hard smash and grinned up at the taller man next to you. "Wanna try?"

Surprisingly, Michael took the sticks and sat down. With a few bangs that seemed exploratory and getting the hang of pressing his foot to make a lower noise, he seemed to catch on pretty quick. You listened as Michael banged the drums, slowly getting more confident as he did so.

Plus you weren't going to pretend he wasn't hot while he did it.

A loud bang signified the end of his "song" and he stared at you with wide eyes, panting heavily. "Fun, right?" You smiled at him. "If you like em, you're free to play. I sure as hell don't use them anymore so they're all yours!"

Michael surprised you as the corners of his mouth stretched into an almost feral grin. His eyes were wide as he began banging the drums again, the loud noises echoing throughout your garage. You laughed in surprise at his genuine joy and stayed to watch him play.

Over the next few days, Michael continued sneaking – literally sneaking, like he'd be in trouble if you spotted him – into the garage to play the drums. His disorganized, chaotic banging was slowly starting to take form. Organized chaos, you smiled to yourself. The loud sounds and movements gave Michael a chance to express himself with noise and not just making his masks. You also found it exceptionally cute when he'd go play and come back inside hours later with his wild brown curls disheveled and a crazed grin on his face.

So you made a mixtape for him that focused on drum sounds, steady but loud beats the way he liked. At first he didn't seem too interested in music but you'd caught him listening to it a few times, eyes closed and posture relaxed. Music wasn't something Michael had a lot of exposure too so you had fun introducing him to bands and musicians. He seemed to like metal music the best so you tried to go for sounds in that area.

Watching Michael drum on things in your home and hum along to songs he liked made your heart swell. He was genuinely having fun with it and you felt joy that he trusted you so much to let his guard down, to let himself be more human.

It had been unsettling at first seeing him smile the way he did but now it just made you equally happy.

He hadn't even been out to kill in a few weeks now, instead using the drums as an outlet for whatever thoughts and feelings he had. Some days he'd let you sit and watch him, appreciating the way you never asked him questions or bothered him while he played, while other days he just needed to be alone. You respected that.

One night you were sitting on the couch with Michael's head in your lap while cartoons played on the tv. You were enthralled in your book and not paying attention but the tv was more for him than you. A thought came to you and you moved your book aside to stare at the pretty boy in your lap. "Hey Michael," you spoke softly as your hand came up to brush your fingers through his hair, "do you want to take drumming lessons? Learn some new sounds and maybe learn to play songs you like?"

He turned his head and blinked up at you, curious. "You don't have to give an answer right now but I know you have fun playing," his slow blink was stupidly cute, "so if you want to learn to play like the drummers in the songs, we can make that happen."

The silence was not rejection, you'd learnt that while living with Michael. He turned his head back to the tv and you knew he would think about your offer.

A few days passed of Michael banging away in the garage before he came to you one night before bed and set the drumsticks in your lap before looking at you expectantly. You tilted your head and gave him a smile. "Alright, I'll find a teacher for you." He gave you a curt nod before climbing into bed after you. Smiling, you placed the drumsticks on your bedside table before curling up with Michael to sleep.

Finding a teacher that would be willing to do private 1-on-1 teaching wasn't too difficult. The hard part was convincing Michael of your cover story. "So you and I eloped once I graduated," you explained while tossing Michael various clothes to wear for his first lesson, "and we share the same last name so don't write Myers on anything. I've only paid for three lessons so you can make sure you like this guy and he knows you don't talk. If he asks, you got in a car accident a few years ago and lost your eye and haven't spoken since." You felt Michael's eyes on you and could feel the amusement radiating off of him.

You turned to look him over. Black jeans and boots, a plain white tshirt, and you'd styled his hair nice. "You're so pretty," the words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them. You felt your face heat up as Michael observed you curiously. "I mean it Michael. You're so pretty and I love... seeing you happy like this." Deciding to just bite the bullet, you let it all spill out. With some modifications.

Michael blinked at you before stepping closer, calculated and steady. Once the two of you were chest to chest, he leaned down as you leant up, the two of you kissing sweetly before he pulled back slowly. Blinking up at him with a heavy blush, you ran the backs of your fingers over his equally warm cheek. Clearing your throat, you took his hand and led him to the door. "Lets go, don't want you to be late."

You pretended like you didn't see the incredibly soft smile he gave you.

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"I made a promise."

This was after taking care of his wife's son because her dying wish was to be sure that he was protected from his biological father. Despite his biases and despite having every chance to get rid of the kid he protected him and bonded with him and only pushed him away when he thought it would keep him safe. He did everything in his power to protect Ryan and oh my god when he says that it just makes me wanna sob.

But I also like the classic "But don't you worry; Daddy's home." For hopefully obvious reasons.

There's so many quotes of his I could put here but this post would be a mile long if I put all of my favorites so here's 2.

I'm curious self shippers, what's your favorite quote from your f/o? what phrases of theirs really sticks with you?

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Hi hi! If this is still open i request the bf!

SELF-SHIP GAME!!

reblog with up to 2 of your f/os and i’ll assign them a plushie based on their vibes!

ex:

i highly encourage y’all to play! id love to see all your f/os!!!

@kits-ships @sunflawyer @kaydwessie would love for you to join, but don’t feel pressured!! :)))

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If you happen to still be doing this-

i’ve seen a lot of f/o reblog games so i offer….

reblog with a photo of your f/o (one please! poly ships are an exception!) and i’ll give you a random song from my 57 hour playlist!! ☆

proshippers dni please :)

example:

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WHOEVER MADE THIS I LOVE YOU 💚🩵💚🩵

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FOR MY TRANS SELF SHIPPERS DRAW YOUR SELF SHIP LIKE THIS

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