#Coperate Speak

[youremakingmeplush]

My first project completed during The 100 Days Project! I saw this comment in a "vaguely threatening corporate speak" video and couldn't get ot out of my mind. I had to chart it out immediately.

I've decided that (other than this 😅🤞) I'm going to work on WIP from my 100 Days. Hopefully I can work through what I have laying around to make room for other new projects!

[thefluxqueen]

its deeply funny to me that my first impression on a decent amount of people ive met at this point has been the abyss. like hey :) heres me at my most Insane. heart <3

[aengelren]

stfu abt Eren discourse, Eren is on top (of me) and he ate (me out)

[acriminalmind]

Untamed Bloodlust

Vampires!WandaNat x Vampire!Male Reader

Summary: Scared of the bloodthirsty monster inside of you you haven't fed on humans in a while. Your girlfriends want you to give in to your bloody desires wanting to release the beast inside of you they love so much. Not scared of you they give you the final push over the edge.

Warnings: threesome, killing, bathing in blood, blood-sucking, smut, oral (f and m receiving), vaginal, praises, pet names, choking, marking, reassurance, fluff, mistress kink, Y/N being stubborn.

tell me if I missed any warnings

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The dizziness you have been dealing with for quite a while now is getting worse. Gripping onto the kitchen counter you try to hold yourself up. If you would listen to your girlfriends and properly feed instead of chewing on rabbits this awful feeling you have been walking around with would go away. But the fear inside of you knowing what kind of monster you'll become if you lose control made you ignore theirs pleads. The two fierce redheads walked out on you this morning after yet another fight about your health. It isn't that you don't understand their fear of losing you, hell you would too if it was about them, but the thought of hurting either one of them while you turn into this bloodsucking monster holds you into their grip. Feeling tired and not knowing when your girlfriends will return you decide to close your eyes for a few seconds on the couch in your living room.

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Seconds turned into hours. Woken up by the feeling of someone stroking your hair you open your eyes looking right into Wanda her green eyes. Sitting on the edge of the couch she looks down at you with a soft expression. "Couldn't stay awake for us, baby. Don't worry we forgive you. You need that energy for our little surprise for you. Please come with me. Natasha is already waiting for you in our bedroom." Taking your hand into hers she pulls you off of the couch and drags you towards the bedroom. "Close your eyes, darling." Guiding you carefully into the room you smell familiar sent. A sent that makes you feel alive. Wanda closes the wooden door behind her before stepping in front of you. "We want you to know that we do this because we care about you and we don't want to lose you. I know you're scared of hurting us, but I promise you you won't." Wanda takes one of your hands in between hers while Natasha does the same with the other.

Opening your eyes you take in the scene in front of you. A scared-looking woman is bound to the bed looking at you with pleading eyes. Drops of blood stream down from her neck. Feeling the bloodlust trying to take over your clench your jaw. The two women walk you closer to the bed, still holding a tight grip on your hands so you could not run away. Natasha speaks up while cupping your face, "Please baby, give in. We know you are hungry and because of that, you aren't feeling well. We don't want to force you, but we will if you keep denying yourself the thing you need and want." Your fangs come out the longer you stare at the naked woman on the bed. "So, will you finally listen to us and feed, or do we have to punish you for not listening to your mistresses?" They both look at you with darkness in their eyes. Wanda lets go of your hand and walk to the woman. Stroking her tumb alongside the woman's blood-covered neck collecting some of the red colds onto her finger before walking to you. "Open up, baby." Obeying her you separate your lips showing the two women your shining fangs. Wanda lays her blood-covered tumb onto your bottom lip. The coper taste makes you shiver with hunger. Grabbing her wrist you put her thumb more into your mouth sucking the red fluid off of it while holding strong eye contact with Wanda. "That's our good boy," Natasha states happily. "Now let yourself go and enjoy your meal, baby." They both kiss you on your cheek before your finally let go and slowly make your way towards your well-deserved dinner.

Straddling the woman's waist you take a hold of her neck and plant your fangs into it. You wanted to go slow, but the more blood you sucked out of the woman the more that thought was pushed to the back of your head. Wanda and Natasha took place on each side of you. Wanda grabbed your jaw and pulled your face off of the woman's neck to bring your bloody lips towards her giving you a hungry kiss. Natasha ripped your shirt off you kissing every inch of your muscled back. You grabbed Wanda her neck earning a loud moan from her. While Natasha had already stripped herself, Wanda was still fully dressed. "I want you to take off your clothes." She nodded and got off the bed to sensually strip in front of you. "Like what you see?" You smiled before grabbing her waist and throwing her onto the bed. Leaving purplish marks you marked your territory, not that they would allow anybody to touch them except for you. Hearing a drawer getting opened and closed you looked to the side at saw Natasha leaning over your dinner with a silver knife. "How much I love a dinner to be alive, I want it just to be the three of us know." She slid the throat of the woman with a fluent motion. Blood started to pour down her neck.

Natasha took a hand full of it and leaked it onto her vagina. "Want a taste?" Crawling over the lifeless body you settled in between Natasha's legs. Smelling the mix of her arousal and blood turned you on more than you already were. Feeling the uncomfortable hardening of your cock inside your jeans. You dived in and started licking off the blood with the sweet juices of her pussy. Moans left your lover's mouth and soon you felt her hand settle inside your hair pushing you even more against her. "Yes, baby, eating me out so good. I love that tongue of yours." The more you licked in between her folds and the more you sucked on her clit the closer she got to her final destination. "I'm gonna cum baby, make me cum and I will make you feel so good." A few more licks made her clench around your tongue before squirting her cum into your awaiting mouth and onto your face. You help her ride out her orgasm before crawling up to her to kiss her. She cleans your face with her thumb before sucking on it.

Feeling two hands slide over your shoulders before getting pushed onto your back by them. "I wanna have a ride, sweetheart." Wanda rips off your jeans and straddles your waist before slowly sinking onto your cock. You both moan at the feeling. After a few seconds, she starts moving, placing her hands on your chest. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly hanging open while making sinful sounds. You grab her waist and start thrusting upwards into her. Natasha takes place behind Wanda kissing her neck while groping her bouncing breasts taking her hard nipples in between her fingers. "Yes baby, please keep going. That's it. You're doing so well for your mistress." After signing Natasha to lay beside you, you turn Wanda and yourself around and thrust back into her. Covered in blood your start thrusting into her with an animalistic pace. You grab her throat and slightly squeeze it. Wanda lays her hand on top of your hand holding it in place. "Are you gonna cum for me? I can feel your walls gripping my cock, milking me good." "I-I'm gonna cum, don't s-stop." Her eyes close shut and a loud moan rip through the room. White juices stream down onto the bed. You feel your cock throbbing so you thrust a few more times into her letting her ride down her orgasm before shooting your load into her filling her up. Sliding carefully out of her you watch your cum flow out of her. Not taking your eyes away from it you order Natasha to go on all fours with her face towards Wanda's dripping hole. When she's in the position you grab her hair making a makeshift ponytail and push her towards Wanda's pussy. "Please clean my mess up for me, sweetheart. And if you want you can make her cum again." 

Watching her clean Wanda made you crazy. You grabbed her hips and thrust your cock into her dripping hole. Natasha moaned against Wanda, sending vibrations through her pussy. Natasha pushed her hips back against you encouraging you to start fucking her. So you did. The moans of the three of you filled the room. While Natasha was eating her out leading her to a second orgasm Wanda was cherishing her breasts while looking you in the eye. The sight made you go harder. Sliding your hand towards Natasha's clit you started to circle your thumb over it. "Make Wanda cum and I will give you what you want," you whisper in Natasha's ear. Natasha took Wanda's clit into her mouth and started sucking on it before sliding two fingers into her. Feeling her walls gripping your cock you slowed down your pace. "I'm cumming!" Wanda moaned out. When you saw her cum, you started to increase your pace again pushing Natasha more down onto the bed to get a better angle. "I'm so close. I want to cum with you, baby. Please be good and cum with your mistress." Natasha begged you. It didn't take long before you felt yourself reaching the edge. The feeling of her juices flowing around and drenching your cock pushed you over. Spurting inside of her the only thing she could bring out was "Y-yes, O-o baby, Yes. That's-s it. Did s-so well." You pulled out and dragged your finger through her asscheeks taking your mixed juices onto it and putting in into your mouth. Natasha couldn't hold herself up any longer and laid herself next to Wanda. The two women kissed each other while you walked towards the bathroom to get two washcloths to clean your lovers. 

When they were clean they made you lay in between them, both laying their head on your shoulder and stroking your body. "You did so well for us baby. Finally giving in to your hunger and making us feel so good. We love you, precious boy." Wanda gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Don't deny yourself ever again, baby, or else we will punish you for bad behavior. Do you understand?" Natasha asked you with a stern voice while holding your chin so you looked her in the eyes. "Yes mistress, I understand. I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you." They both smiled at you. "As we said earlier, don't worry about that. You won't hurt us. We promise." Closing your eyes you didn't see Natasha her hands reach for your shaft. When she starts stroking it she whispers, "Go to sleep baby, we want to play with you some more before we join you in dreamland." The sensual voice send you into a deep slumber while your two girlfriends sucked the body that was still laying on the bed drie before sucking you.

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[ayeeyo1]

I’ll write some advice i would’ve given my younger self. 98% of this is from my own personal experiences. I never had real ass advice and only got cookie cutter picnic date advice. So here are few lessons I picked up.

Normie advice “TIFs are still women! Biologically you guys are still lesbians. In order to have more female solitary don’t isolate your TIF sisters”

Never stop a coper from coping. If you think that confronting thier cope will make you lose her, fuck it bro. It’s already over. She’s not your religious grandma holding on to faith dearly due to her old age. She isn’t some elder at deaths door. She isn’t some fucking turbo doofus who doesn’t understand things. She knows bro.

Let’s say for example the coper is non-binary but refers to herself as “gay” instead of ditching her cope and accepting being female, she will drag you in saying your not a lesbian for dating “them”. Her delusion is more important than material reality. Her delusions are more important than your LIVED reality. She can’t be saved bc she doesn’t give a shit. I wasted so much time talking to TIF adjacent women. They look like you but they are nothing like you. Lesbian TIFs are 99% of the time sell outs who hate other women.

“Lesbisn are women identified, they don’t care as much about beauty as men do. Dating women is such a blessing, I no longer appeal to these standards”

when making aesthetic choices consider the female gaze. Your average lesbins won’t drag you for having armpit hair. But women are 100% aware of aesthetics. I’d argue more than men. Long story short don’t get a buzzcut bro. Consider your face shape, your body proportions allat. It sucks to consider beauty culture but charges to the game. I’ll never betray my masc hood but since I’m already small and baby faced consider a more soft boy or pretty boy aesthetic. Going full unc butch was a mistake.

The other is how normies like to attribute bad behavior of lesbians as internalized misogyny or homophobia . Manipulative women use therapy speak and woke talking to absolve herself of her guilt.

If she loved you she would respect you. Don’t be a fucking doormat. When those negative thoughts creep in listen to them. It’s not always “internalized misogyny”. Don’t listen to these “don’t call her bitch bro” cornballs. Did she bitch you? Fuck her. She can go to hell.

You are better accepting a bitter truth about your Girl than living in a delusion.the truth will be there no matter what. Make the reality your friend otherwise it will become your grim reaper.

[popculturebuffet]

Screwhead Fiction Double Feature: Army of Darkness: Ashes 2 Ashes Review: 50% Groovy (Comissioned by WeirdKev27)

Happy Halloween ya Screwheads! Like last year we're taking a look at the evil dead courtsey of my good friend Kev, though trimmed down this time: we're only taking two looks at the king himself baby, but two that i'd be bound to eventually, both attempts to start an EviL Dead Universe from scratch. First up is Dynamite's Army of Darkness: Ashes 2 Ashes.

If your curious both why Army of Darkness of all three movies has such a sprawling comic line and why it dosen't bear the Evil Dead name as most media would from the 2010's onward that's simple: RIGHTS ISSUES BABYEEE! Much like another faviorite horror franchise of mine, Chucky, the rights are split due to Rami using a diffrent studio each time and while The Evil Dead and Evil Dead II eventually ended up lumped back together, Army of Darknesss so far hasn't, requiring coperation to use any of it's parts. As such Ash Vs the Evil dead choose to leave Army of Darkness out to avoid high costs on an already high budget show, and this comic exists as Universal or whoever owns the Army of Darkness brand could just lisence it out.

So thanks to the prologue these comics can use the cabin, the book, Linda, and all that but nothing specific from Evil Dead's 1 and 2, while having free reign to use anything from army of darkness. It's also why the now defunct Space Goat Publishing was able to make an Evil Dead II comic, which i'll be covering later this halloween season. Also tangentially related tangent but why HAVEN'T we had an Army of Darkness Vs Chucky crossover? I mean come on, the two are made for each other. We've honestly seen criminally few Chucky comics and general and given Ash has thrown hands with Herbert West, classic horror monsters and more, it only makes sense for the two to go at it. Come on someone anyone make this happen.

Speaking of publishing, to my suprise while i couldn't dig up much about these comics I did find out something fascinating: Dynamite, the comics company that publishes army of darkness comics to this very day, was BUILT on the back of this franchise. While they had to run it through Devils Due Publishing for the first two mini series their success lead to COUNTLESS more comics and Dynamtie getting more properties like Red Sonja, becoming a licensed comics machine over the years. Originals wise it's best known for Project Superpowers, an Alex Ross lead revival of various public domain golden age heroes and the Boys, aka the thing that haunts my nightmares at night after having to review it for Kev Last year.

Unlike Boom or IDW Dynamite is a company i'm not really experienced with, having not read an Army of Darkness comic till now as I hadn't seen the movie till last year, quite the screwhead I know. It dosen't seem to be a bad company and in fact will be publishing the Gargoyles and Darkwing Duck Comics this year, they just never seemed to have properties I cared about original or otherwise and I had to be paid to look at the boys for damn good reason

Yeah that's also so those of you who only watched the show know it's JUST the comic. I hate having to specify every time.. but i'd also hate for the actually GOOD efforts those boys running the show are putting in to get mixed in with the sludgey source it comes from.

Rami and Campbell arne't involved in these, likely because they weren't asked and Campbell seems very unahppy his best friend wasn't remotely consulted and this just.. happened without his consent. I don't judget the comics nor those who worked on them for that, or even Dynamite as if you have a shot with the boomstick, one that ended up being the backbone of your comapny for a long time, I cna' tblame you for not firing it into some screwhead. I do blame Universal for being fucking awful in this case, so I got that going for me.

And thus with all this preamble out of the way we have Ashes 2 Ashes

A 4 issue 2004 mini series picking up exactly where Army leaves off. It's written by Andy Hartnell, a comics writer known for writing the comic Danger Girl which I have not read and drawn by Nick Bradshaw. Hows it hold up almost 20 years later? Let's rev up our chainsawas and find out

We open cleverly, with the exact opening narration from Army of Darkness, covering a very truncated version of Evil Dead 2, i.e. Ash took Linda to the cabin, she didn't make it, he got sucked into a sky hole and wound up in the middle ages. The comic then recaps Army of Darkness itself. In short for anyone who missed my marathon of the films last year or is just a fan of this blog and is just reading this for completions sake, all two of you: Ash Williams was an average guy who went up with his girlfriend Shiela to a Cabin in the Woods wooo-oooo, only to accidently raise the dead. At least his car was fine. This was via the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, the book of the dead, an eldritch tome clearly made out of human skin that unleashes an army of darkness hoping to swallow humanities souls to take over the world, as you do. Ash was able to stop them the first time but got sucked into a sky hole and ended up in the past. After a breif touch of slavery and fighting in a gladiator pit, he worked to try and seal the book, failed specatucarliy and helped King Arthur kill a bunch of people, romanced a woman named SHiela and came back via some words having said them wrong. Thankfully this isnt' the directors cut so he did come back to present day.. but took some deadites with him, shooting one, making out with a lady.. and that's where our story picks up

In this version things aren't quite settled as Ash soon finds that the deadite he fought at the end isn't the only person to come back. The Wise Man, an old man who was basically their verison of Merlin has come to the present. In natural Ash Williams fashion he didn't say the magic words when going back to the present right.

This is also where my big issue reading these first two issues crops up: Nick Bradshaw's paneling. To explain here's a sample from this very scene)

As you can see for some reason his panels go left to right, then right to left with no arrows or clear visual trickery to get yoru eyes to move that way. You CAN make going all around the page work but your eye HAS to be able to follow it or you get situations like this. It's why when most artist's do something like this it's for movement and to really spice things up , not for ash pushing an old man around. It's a problem that isn't in EVERY page but pops up way too often.

The art style itself is decent, but I do think lacks in places, as while I do think a cartoony art style can work for a comic adaptation of a live action work, as seen with IDW's awesome ghostbusters comics i'll hopefully get to cover at some point, the art here really just dosen't seem to have enough balance between realism and expression at times. It's not terrible, but it's not exactly amazing either and often undercuts just how horrific the deadites were which, even in the more comedic Army of Darkness, are one of the most iconic things about this franchise.

Story wise it's decent and the premise is out and out brilliant: See while Ash DID come back to S-Mart turns out he was a few days early, and he soon finds that out from the Wise Man .. and from seeing his past self and Shiela get in the Delta. It's simple but brilliant: Ash has a chance to undo everything if he can get there in time, but both the fact he NEEDS the loop to close as intended and send his past self back so Army of Darkness happens, and having to travel through the woods on a motorcyle with The Wise Man riding sidecar make it hard.

That said while the premise is great… the comic doesn't make full use of it. Part of this I understand: with the rights issues their hands were tied and thus they couldn't exactly have Ash having the full adventure he should via time travel, with basically all of Evil Dead 2 having to happen off panel for this to work.

Sadly another thing holding it back is charcterzation issues. The comic dosen't just take after Army of Darkness in what it can use but in how Ash is portrayed. There is a it of a gap between his personality in Evil Dead II and Army of Darkness. In the former he's a bit of a goofus, but also badass, and understandably terrified. While the latter two carry on to Army of Darkness, he also takes a sharp detour into dumbass ville, the Ash of AOD being more impulsive, selfish and dumb, causing the entire second half simply by getting the words wrong. As such instead of having Ash properly reflect on his second chance to save linda we get the wiseman refering to her as the cure for his "beaver feaver"

And him spewing out catchprhases, snark and suptidity. He's still Ash so we still get plenty of badassery including him destroying some woodland creature deadites on the way, and it's what keeps the comci from being out and out bad: while the art dosen't do it favors, ther'es still enough of the Rami-Style slapstick magic here and htere to go around> ti's not as good, again I don't think the artist quite got how to capture the deadites, but it's still not terrible.

So we end issue 1 with our heroes escaping and with issue 2 we jump forward a bit to the awesome equipment shed from Evil Dead 2, one of the most iconic locations. They even have the Freddy Kruger glove which kicks ass.. and provided a nice back door for later as while Ash hasn't gotten to fuck with the Chuck just yet, he did square off with Freddy and Jason, something I do intend to cover one of these days.

Ash rechainsaws his hand , having used the prostetic from AOD he built till now, which I admit is anothe rlost opprotunity as they don't homage the shot from evil dead II of him putting it together but him emerging ready to go only to nearly chop off the wiseman's head is classic evil dead stuff and helps make up for it.

What sadly can't be made up for is him seeing Linda again and trying to save her.. onlyf or it to turn out to be the evil dead. And then snap into trying to kill her like the love of his life turning evil on him AGAIN is no big deal. Sa'll good bro.

See this is where trying to use the style of writing fo AOD for EVERYTHING really weakens the film. Dont' get me wrong, while I prefer Evil Dead II, Army of Darkness isn't bad at all, and i'ts more goofy adventure movie tone likely meshes well later down the line: you can have ash do weird shit like team up with Barrack Obama and Xena, fight Herbet West or hunt down dracula. That's fine. Those stories likely fit the tone of AOD. But you really can't go back to the cabin and try to act like none of that shit hurt ash or traumtized him. He lost all his friends, and Scotty, the love of his life, and then MORE people on top of that. While Evil Dead II was more of a comedy April's death was played for horror and it was still scary and heartwrenching at times. You can ballance the pathos of Ash'es torment by the dead with him getting into a looney tunes battles with his own hand. It can be done. It's why this franchise keeps coming back from the dead again and again and I don't judge all the comics after this on this one and look forward to trying some. Trying to put dumb horny action hero ash in the palce of tormented but still awesome goofy hero ash just dosen't work.

We do get a decent if flawed sequence next, and one that explains the title and you likely saw coming: Ash Vs Ash, with Past!Ash assuming Present!Ash is a cabin hallucination. It's a good setup for a fight and gives us this amazing image

And has plenty of great moments, from Past!Ash cutting off his future selfs chainsaw hand, to the old wiseman fumbling around, to a dual wielding past ash … ramming himself into a corner. IT's great stuff. Problem is they DON'T really make the two ashes that easy to tell apart. initially I thought there were NO differences but Past!Ash has his shirt torn. But the two still look so similar it's very hard to tell whose who aside from the dialogue, which for an action scene isn't really ideal. It was easier to follow this go round but I shoudln't need an instruction manual to read a comic book.

That said this is where the comic goes from very clumsy, hard to follow and wasting opportunity to fun and enjoyable. The first issue and 2/3 of an issue aren't TERRIBLE, but this last half is more suited for the wacky tone their going for while still not forgetting how seroius or horrifying this situation is. Ash bumbles with the book.. and instead sends them to the alternate ending, a horrible wasteland ruled by the dead. There's also some slave women because this was the early 2000's and every other comic assumed you needed boobs in there or geeks would throw it out a window or something.

It does work well to both impart on Ash "Hey moron, shit be serious", and to trust the wiseman. We also get this gem of a line

So ash agrees to follow his lead to finding the sealing place of the necronomicon, then he'll do the hard part. So they plan to book a plane , with a great line from Ash...

While ash's evil hand from the past follows them.

We start issue 3 with the story all about how the Wisemans life got flip turned upside down. WHy he didn't tell Ash on the drive to the woods or from the woods to the plane, I don't know. It's simple yet horrific: thanks to Ash's time shenanigans EVERYONE from army of darkness but him got possed, includnig SHiela whose in a skimpy outfit because again, need that boob quota or shit's going out windows I guess. At presnt in a plane Ash is destracted by a creature on the wing which Wise Man oddly dosen't take seriously but at least goes to the pilots.. giving us THIS franchise all time great gag

Like I said , the back half of the story picks things up, and really fits the comedic tone way better, witht he wiseman accidently blowing a hole in the plane and our heroes finding an unsettling face growing out of a tree stump

Freshly Cooked Face leads them in the right direction to some cliffs, and we get a nice heart to heart between Ash and the Wiseman, with Ash admitting he may not be able to protect him, while the Wise Man assures him "I shall not die by your hand for int he past or the future I shall always be your friend" which is both sweet… and poor phrasing as he gets stabbed in the back by the hand Knowby style. It's heartbreaking, as Ash silently digs his grave for two panels.. and then .. we get this

THIS is what I wanted from the first half: Ash dealing with the sheer weight of what he's been going through for the last few days. And not just this story: given the timeline the events of the Evil Dead Trilogy ALL occured over a week at MOST, with the first two occuring over TWO DAYS. Remember in that timespan everyone Ash knows dies, and even cutting it down to just Linda as Evil Dead II and Army of Darkness did, and this comic goes with, he lost the love of his life, had to fight his hand, went insane, got possed, got unpossed, and watched a bunch of people die, then got flung back in time, enslaved, fought more deadites, and came back only to set of fthese events. The guy has had maybe a few moments to relax over this nightmare of a day. So him breaking down again felt.. right. He lost someone AGAIN, coudln't save someone AGAIN and by god if he coudlnt' do that much he'll fucking end this if nothing else.

We soon get some fun but enough time was spent on him mourning Wise Man that it dosen't feel like mood whiplash. We get Ash Indying it up, which i'm happy for: i'm sure had Rami had the budget he would've done somethign like this and Bruce still got to fight a mummy with the previously covered Bubba Hotep, but ash growing a giant beard then fightin ga buncho f mummies just.. reallyf its with the franchise. As does more hand slapstick of course. We also catch up with past ash as he finishes army of darkness… and as his hand slinks of to become MUMMY EVIL ASH

This is what I meant: you either gotta go full tilt rediculous, if still with some depth or sink into the horror and while they tried doing the former it dosen't work with a cabin in the woods, as said cabin has so much trauma for Ash it's weird he's not more phased by this. In contrast S-Marts Employee of the month carving his way through deadite mummies? MUMMY Ash? That.. that is truly

So we're onto the final issue, with Ash trying to force his way through a puzzle. Naturally this results in no air, and I mean how's he going to breathe with no air, how can he hear when we ain't there, no air. No air. Also little green ash's because FUCK YES.

Ash eventually puts the book in a slot for it but the ole Williams Luck strickes again adn it instead takes things outside.. and he's too busy to go play fetch as Mummy ash has rasied an army of the dead, and while we get a cool fight between the two including Ash suckering The Bad Ash with his mechanical fist, he's soon overwhelmed as they beg him to join us and die. He quickly plan chainsaw's his way out of it but by the The Bad Ash has the book.

Just as it looks it for Ash… cue… Ash as hsi past self rides in with Arthur, the Wise Man and a whole fuckload of guys on horses to turn the tide, stabbing his evil self in the back. Wait shoudlnt' this be called Ashes 2 Ashes Funk 3 Ashes? Eh, Sematnics I guess. The two ashes time merge and we get a kickass battle as Arthur clears the way for his best bro Ash.

With the Wise Man's advice, ash creates a ring of fire to cast the present day book into hell, cleverly using the gas cap from his chainsaw to ignite it aroudn the bad ash, sending him and his minons straight to hell…. and into one pissed off Imps office I assume.

So we end with everyone going back in.. and Ash being ash forgot to toss the book in. We also get a great bit of the wiseman, when ash dosen't show his alternate future self, realizing he's dead. Ash rides off into over a hundred more issues as we end this series.

Ashes 2 Ashes is a VERY uneven mini series: The first half wastes a BRILLIANT premise both due to rights issues out of it's control and tonal issues VERY much in it's control and has very messy paneling in a few spots, but the second half is a fun, kickass adventure tale in the style of Army of Darkness that more than makes up for it. The art is passable, nothing special but nothing that drags it down. Overall if your curious it's a quick and fun enough read to be worth the time and not a half bad way to kick things off. Not the best start these comics could've asked for, but still pretty groovy. Next time we take a look at another attempt to start over again with only one movie to go off of later this month. Until then follow for more reviews, consider joining my patreon, sorry I havne't been read morning lately (I didn't know the whole continue reading thing was just on the dash, my bad, ) and thanks for reading.

[blogisaiah90]

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[rubbarband]

Gentle giant was made for the likes of Fred here, Freddy it a bit quiet, feeling no need to constantly talk himself to enjoy a friend's company. He rather listen to someone talk than talk their ear off, not that he doesn't talk he just enjoys the company in itself than anything. Freddy has dedicated her hero career to fixing forest as far as his powers can reach, after all, no trees? no Plants? No animals? No life, and fred rather die of old age that coperate greed.

Overly chill as well, Freddy gets along with most people, he'll reach his roots to the son on hot days and just bask in it's glow.

When he does talk, he can sometimes speak up with some wise words beyond his age, or sometimes just make wild statements and hope he's right. Either way, never a dull moment with him around.

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Hero name: WildWeald (Real name: Freddy Anderson)

Currently # 30 of the current gen Portland heroes

Quirk: Walking forest- Weald can create, shape, and manipulate plants, mainly multicellular organisms, predominantly photosynthetic manipulation, including wood, vines, plants, moss, and parts of the plants, such as leaves, seeds, roots, fruits and flowers. The user can cause plants to grow, move/attack or even rise from the soil and "walk", mutate plants by rearranging DNA structure and revive withered or dead plants.

[darkcitrin]

The philosophy of gruvians would be: “Take your power back and invest your energy more wisely. Some products are produced in order to consume them. FT for instance.”

So after I tried to creat understanding for anti gruvians through the question lense of gruvians (”Why do they waste their energy on “negatively”, on sth they hate and keep having energy to do that?”)...Which poses the following question, I guess, whether anti gruvians were even aware that they “were” “shipping gruvia on any level”, let alone if they “would agree with me on that” or “wanted to do that”.

Let’s continue and explore maybe the other side through the anti gruvia question filter “Why gruvians do not bother so much about this “toxic representation of an relationship and its effect on society, victims of toxic realationships” in order to creat understanding understanding for gruvians.

Since, I am not a gruvia shipper in the sensu stricto, but in the sensu of my last post, I will now try to bridge both sides by creating a common ground, to build a plattform we can understand each other by using the arguments I am aware of, as hints for its potential correctness.

Eventhough, it is true on a global scale that energy cannot be created nor destroyed/”wasted” and is transformable into each other and therefore there is only “one energy existing”, we are living in a world, which is chemically not an isolated environment, meaning energy transformed into some energy forms will not easily be stored than others and is under realistical world conditions not easily transformable into its former form.

Example chemical energy is stored easily into compounds like suggar, fat, proteins and in the electrical bonds they have. Eat them and you can fuel your chemical reactions, physical reactions, produce warmth and so forth. Warmth however is quite difficult to turn into chemical energy.

So we are living in a word, where it certainly can seem that the truth “that energy cannot be created nor destroyed” is rather irrelevant in order to live our lives, if not even to say it is beneficial to even despite this truth treat energy as if it is limited, rare, can be "wasted”, hoarded and “well invested”, or “differentiated” based on its attributes, appearance, usages. Following this logic we created different names for them aswell, in order to be able to speak about them, creating on the concept level an illusion, which is far more practical to use and adapt and therefore feeling “more realistic” than the truth itself. There is now just one big disadvantage of this agreement. Creating the illusion of variety can backfire if people forget that they are connected, transformable, meaning influencing each other, following an inherent pattern which cannot be changed. CREATING THE POSSIBILITY OF INCOHERENCE, plotholes the arch enemy of trust, coperation, understanding, growth, my brain cells and it can also creat inbalance, lack, suffering.

In this world you can “creat energy” by producing it following a receipt, follwing it step by step, following the rules (a plant getting all its needs met, can do photosynthesis and creat suggar etc., readers getting their emotional needs and hopes met, creat love and appretiaion in return) OR you can simply “consume it”, transform it into things you want it to be, or selecting the nutritions you need from it and discard the rest.

We as energy beings do both, but gruvians and anti gruvians are chosing different approaches if it comes to their shipping experience.

And now it will get interesting, Gruvians do not like to put realistic standarts on an anime, however they seem to be more accepting of the reality than anti gruvians, or maybe accepting is the wrong word since they also turn off reality by enjoying animes as we do, they are following the rules of the realistic world more obediant: “Reality is what it is”, similar to “the work of this mangaka is what it is”, “the canon relationship is what it is”, not question it, or even bother with its conceptional level, its messages, its influences it has in general or towards some groups of people, or whether they want to change it or not, stand for it or not, support it indirectly or not. They focus on the product not on the spiritual, message layer of it, and whether it was meant as propaganda, conveys a political toxic message. As long as it exists it has value for them and is successful, and therefore "critizing" its other layers "after" it was already published, is "pityful", must be a product of jealousy, disrespect towards the authors efforts who just fallowed the demands of the fans/publishers/manga expectations/manga industry/standart rules of trope usgaes etc. Therefore... “Are you attacking their demands/mangas of our time in general, which gives them joy if you critize it?” Well, then they will protect the mangaka and attack you instead. Mangas are so frequently produced by copying, recycling tropes, so there cannot be anything wrong with that so WHY critizing it in general (energy waste) or in particular in case of their beloved anime/ ship? Is this a crusade only against their sources of happiness? How dare you.They totally dismiss the opprtunity, that critic can be used as improvement and be appreciatet or even considered as beneficial or welcomed. Maybe since they never experienced this possibility in reality.

And Since their consumption strategy does not need to concern about that, whether it makes sense, follows a coherent logic, is healthy or toxic, it takes what it needs and “hates” the rest, it selects afterwards. They creat energy in their fandom not by fallowing the source material and enjoying its coherency. But creating their own coherency and see plotholes even as space to fill it with their own ideas. They do not see mangas as a tool of value expression of the author and thereby untouchable for fanchanges, or to teach its readers values, lessons like real fairy tales used to.

“Anti Gruvia”s on the other hand, believe that the world can change, improve if the concept level is corrected and believe that this is easier done in 2 D level than 3 D level. Seeing coherency in the 2D world, gives them energy and validation that there is a possibility for the 3D world to improve aswell.

If they meet people with red flags, they know, these are already toxic on their belief / concept level and every action they do and the consequence of it is an manifestition of it and it would take less energy to correct the concept level in time than to deal with the consequence mess afterwards. Therefore, if they manage to creat or correct media with heathy relationship presentations...

What if these toxic people would learn to correct their ways by education, or feel ashamed doing their misdeeds, get into therapy earlier, work on their self love before getting into a relationship and thereby not letting their own children suffer the consequences of their own childhood traumas, or if the increased awareness of toxic and healthy relationships protects people to get into a bad one in the first place or would help people stuck in those, since people of their environment would not normalize bad relationships and would more likely intervene and help them by “seeing the problem earlier”. Media can reach far more people and you “will not get directly confronted/attacked by toxic people” (disputable big time) but on the same time still get active and not “just accept” the problems.

However, we humans are not living concepts, since most of us are not even aware of our concept, therefore sending energy to correct it... “won’t work” and is an “energy waste”, if they are not welcoming it. Since if sb. is already manifesting toxic traits on a behaviour level / or manga level , they are not critical about their own concept/ the concept of their art work or able to do so (abilities or pressures of expectations). This cannot be changed by words alone and “anti blogs”.

Furthermore, it will be seen as a personal attack on them, rather on their behaviour/concept and the critics will get attacked instead. Therefore gruvians wonder why anti gruvians are doing it. Why not consume it as it is and then change it later in your fanfictions if you dislike some parts of it? Why not accept reality and enjoy animes and mangas in your spare time as compensation? Why wasting “energy on fighting” rather than “enjoying/consuming/rebuilding” art? “Why treating manga characters like people and hold them to the same realistic standarts if your interest “should be/suppose to be” to read mangas to flee from reality and its standarts in the first place? “This does not make sense.”

The reason for that would be that most anti gruvians experienced the toxic consequences of a person with such a mindset, felt powerless towards them, and do not want to act in the same way like them, even in their spare time. These toxic individuals consumed them, not seeing them as equals, with a soul, a heart who can be worn out but as someone to consume, whose energy, attention, can be taken, hoarded and their feelings can be dismissed, demanded to change towards them by making them feel inadequat to feel these negative emotions in the first place, and being patient until they change their feelings “on their own” aka after pressure usage/ gaslighting/ creating dependency. And whenever they confronted these people  “come up with a fanfiction” instead of excusing their behaviour, beliefs, they reinterpretated their actions, or rediculed the perception of their “victim”, “supposed friend, family member, partner”, did not care for a truth outside their own conception or what they felt was relevant/practical/normal/made for them sense or which they were used to. Those people frequently believed to act toxic would not be toxic if they would copy behaviours already normalized in media since it could not be toxic if it is normalized in media and in the world, right? Wrong. “Jealousy is seen as sign of love in media, why shouldn’t it be in the real world aswell?” Since if you are healthy you would not feel jealousy at all...

So “their tongue” of anti gruvians is burned. They cannot easily “just consume things” as indifferently as others since they cannot enjoy something like that,, they select their media and when their media then turns sour they feel on one level betrayed. Anti gruvians associate with consumption negative things like exploitation. SInce they do not wish to be exploiters they invest themselves in their media they consume, feeling with the characters more strongly, seeing incoherency more clearly. They feel with the construct not just eat it. So yeah they project onto these characters aswell, however we all are doing it while reading manga to an extend.

So there is now a final conflict. The way of anti gruvians could have worked (at least in theory) if it would not be for the mere existance of fans “just consuming” manga.

To be honest, it is now also too late for Mashima to either break gruvia up or make them healthy, we would not be able to believe this “development” anymore.

Transforming bad works, while they are getting supported by consumers.... will bring no change on the material level. Sadly. So invest your energy in good work, deattach from it. Believe that quality will conquer at the end also these fans if they are ready for it. Your support anti gruvians of media with healthy relationships representation is far better invested, but it is not easy since I myself know the feeling of going “no contact” feels like “ghosting sth you once loved or walk out on sb/ betray yourself, others, your once favourit character, your hopes, predictions for this story, is feeling like you would forsake your ideals”.

But it is not. Not in this world we are living in. In this illusional world, it needs lack of attention from others for people to self reflect and change their work/ways. They need time and space. Let us give it to them then. No attention will get this better done than negative attention.

Furthermore, this manga is nowadays drawn to be consumed. This was established with Lucys final worlds in season 3. Every other volum afterwards, season was done under pressure with the purpose to sell and to get all parties involved in its production getting paid a living wage. This mangas success/ sells is now attached to their survival, it does not intent to continue or ever produce a masterpiece with great characters or messages anymore.

Mashima even said so in an interview. He was not planning in advance anymore since he worked on several projects at once. Since he didn’t need to and it was still sold. After volume 3 FT was classified as Ecchi manga, the tropes were increasing, the characters were degressing, the quality plumbed. Previous, only Lucys stellar spirits were comedy relief characters in the series while not even being human characters. This changed. Mashima recycled previous scenes of previous intended ships, in order to creat as many ships as possible and not have to invent new scenes, he did not even paid attention to the colour of Juvias crest, or position of scar. He got sloppy. The manga was kept produced to make the most of the nostalgia of our anti gruvians loyality or of the consume nature of gruvians (I use these groups here as example for the whole fandom). This was easily noticeable how Gray rejected Juvia several times and moments later a "gruvia moment happened". They played both groups.

The later group is far more immune to “these games”, since it is in their interest that it continues one way or the other. Living after this motto, I imagine at least " You live your life, were you cannot change much and have to accept much but at least FT continues, the gruvia fandom exists and it is even better that it is not "finished" / already become “official, canon undisputable” and is an up and forth since this prolongs the series and gives our fandom creativity opportunities". They do not care (as much) about its consistency or whether it treats the character development "respectfully" for their characters. They just need new input which brightens their week once a week, which looks beautiful. If they already have to accept/accepted to live in a world of illusion why be as strict or even stricter to their leisure time pleassure which "is not hurting anyone", "should not be taken serious", " is meant to be comedy, harmless, funny, not to be taken serious but lightly".

And since the mangaka concepted his work now to be consumed and seem not to care either about plotholes, character development either, "why do anti gruvians do"? They "obviously are the ones mistaken here, to think they can change the outcome". It is already "decided as canon", “now make the most of it in fandom or leave the fandom”, since "they do not want to be reminded in their spare time, leisure pleassure about real world standarts." Since manga anime, fandom is their way to cope with it by deattaching from it, by making the best out of this mess, “at least in this world also fandoms exist”. AND They cannot understand why? seem to struggle to enjoy these fandoms in the same way as they do and out of my experience have less patient to understand the other side since anti gruvians using 2D material to understand other perspectives and are trained in it while gruvians are not.

They consume 2D stories and make the characters occ if needed to process or achieve their own psychological, emotional needs through fanwork. They project onto their reinvention of these characters not so much on the original characters as a whole. By consumption the source material, rebulding it and getting praised by other gruvians for their fanworks, they creat independently their own happiness. (The quality of their fanwork is in general also far better than the source material at least in the health degree). They do not wish to change the world, to understand it or other beliefs or the messages of the mangas they read. They are reading them in order to have a good time, to get energy and happiness by being active in fandoms and doing so gives them energy to continue living in our world.

Now, as mentioned before, FT is somehow a special case, since it started differently. Therefore, it would be unfair to say to anti gruvians, "hey why do they even start to read it, if they were "not into it", "enjoying it" "getting energy/ happiness from it (anymore)"?. But in the same time it is the reality now for several volumes that FT is a manga produced for easy entertainment, money making and consumption. It has no values, stories anymore to convey.

So "just eat it or starve it".

The only "transformational power" you as reader posses at this point is "fandom" like the gruvians are doing it or by supporting a competitor in hopes the author will blindly copy aspects he seem to be popular from this competitor for his own work. These are the game rules of our world.

And your life energy and happiness are valuable and limited. So why wasting it on sth. you dislike?

[legobatjoker]

controversial opinion (im tempted to say something that will get u #cancelled but i shall toe the line by saying:) zuko cis

ok bcuz he is. he is. to be jokey abt it literally watch anything he does, says, look at the way that man acts. that is a cis gay. to b more real like. even disregarding all of the ways his transition wouldnt be logically possible in canon (and to imply it would be is to have a Woke Fire Nation, Woke Ozai take that im not super into!) bcuz like. u could have an au such that he only transitions post-canon etc theres nothing wrong w it logically; there doesnt have to b at least. BUT THEE THING IS zuzu is a #cisgender who hates himself for being gay and hates his #feminine attributes like his gentleness and compensates w his Cis Man Power of being a complete angry asshole .and his unlearning of sexism is influenced a lot by his bff katara who is strong not bcuz shes One of the Boys (like azula) but as a girl and as someone who is extremely kind. kindness in an unkind world etc. his unlearning of traditional gender norms is influenced a lot by aang who a) was raised in a non-sexist & non-transphobic community, b) is a very sweet, very kind, very gnc boy, c) is trans. (also probably influenced by noteable nb toph but not maybe to the same degree? sokka also needs to work on internalized gender shit while being nb tho so i dont think they so much inform this part of zuzu’s arc as they like. both recognize the ways in which the other is unwell due to Needing To Be A Man. A Son. U know.) anyway the point is that zuko’s a cis boy unlearning transphobia due to his epic trans friends and his own realizations thruout the series that he comes to thru experiencing the world. this has all been said before and been said better or whatever but i like having this extended answer on my blog by me j to show my take. if u like trans zuko bcuz ur trans tho and it makes u happy to think of zuko as trans theres nothing wrong w that ,keep at it champ👍🏻

[thetimelordbatgirl]

MCU stans will cry anti-disney all they want, but when it comes to the kids of the marvel characters creators demanding the rights back from Disney, their bootlicking true colors reveal themselves. 

[redladydeath]

I know we’re all on the “corporations are not your friend” bus right now, but y’all do realize that visibility is important too, right? Like, yeah, don’t assume a company’s morally sound just because they slap a rainbow on their logo, but there’s no need to act like public displays of support are a bad thing; even if they’re not entirely sincere, it helps normalize LGBT people in the eyes of the general public.

[willowwhispersspeakeasy]

I'm super surprised with all the cat asks no one's asked for Reader turning BACK into a human.

Probably at the worst time lol

Can I request that? House's choice on who💕

Thankies bartender

twst! cat mc returns to human

characters: Vil Schoenheit, Azul Ashengrotto, Leona Kingscholar

warnings: gender neutral mc

Vil

Vil had made quick work of returning to the infirmary after your... accident. he refused to leave you be until you were restored to your original form.

the young man was furious for you to have been harmed, and your wounded back leg had to be mended first. when you awoke you maintained a coper taste of blood in your mouth.

dull pain hummed through your whole body, but it was soothed by a gentle voice and a hand petting your head.

"shh, rest now sweet potato." as your eyes blinked open you were melt with violet ones.

"...Vil," your voice scratched your throat, coming out as a mewl of pain.

the young man hovered over you, placing a wet cloth to your forehead. his brows were creased in concern.

"shh, shh my love. conserve your strength for now." he sighed, sitting back at your side. a gentle hand cupped your cheek, skin soft and warm.

you whined in pain and discomfort, leaning into the palm of his hand. Vil bit his lip, leaning down to press a kiss to your nose.

"dont fret little one, you are safe now."

Azul

when you awoke you heard soft sobbing. it was quiet and muffled, barely registering passed the ache in your body, particularly your spine.

as your eyes focused back on the world around you, your gaze dropped to your bedside, finding a pale haired back curled up and laying his arms on your bed. the sobs came from his head buried in his arms.

you hadn't the strength to speak, but you very slowly lifted your hand. your touch was light as you placed it on the merman's head, pulling him out of his sorrows.

Azul lifts his head, blue eyes puffy with tears. he takes your hand delicately in his, holding it to his cheeks.

"thank the seven seas... you're awake." his voice is scratchy from his tears. you smile, taking his cheek in your palm. his eyes flutter closed as he leans into your touch.

seeing the housewarden so deeply vulnerable was a rare sight. you couldn't help but smile, wiping away at the blank ink that had dribbled from his mouth. Azul tries to turn away and hide but you just bring him back.

"I'm sorry... I promise you nothing like that will ever happen again."

Leona

when you come to, you feel warm. something soft is resting against your cheek, and you are tucked into someone's chest. your ribcage is bandaged and numb.

there is a sigh from the man around you, a rumble almost akin to a purr from his chest. you breath deeply, a scent you'd become very familiar with overtaking your sense.

"...Leona?" you called, your hand reaching to fist in his shirt.

"so the kitten is awake after all." his voice is low and quiet, but it rumbles over your ears in a soothing way. you quickly realize the soft thing against your cheek is his hair as it is brushed away to let him see you.

you blink up at him, your body is sore and you doubt you'd be able to stand if you tried. he reaches a hand up, cupping your cheek gently.

"you're an idiot of a herbivore. running off like that. could have gotten yourself run over. kittens know not to run off like that." while his words are scolding his voice is soft. he leans down, running his tongue over your cheek, the texture is slightly ticklish.

"what am I going to do with you, mancub." he sighs, pulling you closer against him.

[dxbzpp]

Okay i want to talk about this scene a little and how the photography speaks more than the script.

The top pillars of this scene are Korra, Asami and Hiroshi.

Hiroshi stance held a position of neutrality, his voice tone was even and he was using clear clothes, and he didnt walked towards them. The indirect conflict was between Korra and Asami.

Korra, at this moment, is in front of Asami, while, at the same time, stabilishing a safe distance from Hiroshi because for Korra, Hiroshi is the manipulative lying father that she met years ago.

We know that because of this scene. Korra aknowledges the meaning of Asami's relantionship with Hiroshi and respect it, but is also concerned about it. Korra shows, more often, love and worries by actions than words. So standing in front of Asami at this scene, while being her showing that she is the main character, is also a way to demonstrate a subtle protection.

Now, on Asami's turn to talk, she keeps herself more closer to Hirohi. Not only because the moment holds a personal tone - like... Hiroshi is her dad... - but also because she had a deeper outlook of Hiroshi's change. She understood and forgave him. Korra didnt had that chance, she is willing to coperate, but is not pleased by it - and she doesn't do a good job hiding it😭.

Thats why i think it would be cool to put Korra and Hiroshi at the same room - without Asami there. We know what Korra thinks of Hiroshi, we know what Hiroshi thinks of Korra, and the only common ground that they have is that they both care and love Asami.

Just this last picture to emphasize my point and also because i love to brag about this line

[tomatowielder]

mega-list of ideas for coping with distressing voices

these are only offered as possible things to try if ur hearing distressing voices... everyone is different & everyone’s voices are different. you know you better than anyone else knows you. if you need to modify any of these, or reject any of these as actively unhelpful for you, that’s ok. 💜 feel free to add your own.

use this however is most helpful for you - i’m sharing what helps & has helped for me. so in no particular order:

Name your voices. Sometimes when they’re all just nameless forms, it can be hard to understand what’s going on, and they can feel scarily omnipotent. I found naming mine helpful for kind of containing the experience & getting to know my voices. If you ask some voices will name themselves.

Visualise ‘safe spaces’ for your voices. If you ask some voices might create their own safe place. Otherwise, you can imagine somewhere real, like sometimes I ask one of my voices to go to sleep in certain bits of a room. Or you can imagine . If you really can’t be disturbed for a length of time, you can try leaving the radio on for them, visualising them relaxing, and tell them when you’ll be ‘back’.

Draw your voices. (Or create a pinterest board for them.) One of my voices used to say things that were horrendously graphic and distressing, and I used to try to block her out all the time, so she got more aggressive with trying to get a reaction from me. Drawing her, and everything she said, whilst very difficult to do, helped it feel more manageable, and helped me pick out themes in what she was saying.

Are there any kind voices you can draw on as allies? If you have a voice that’s kind to you, you could try asking them for help. To stand up to other voices, to comfort you afterwards, etc.

Planning in advance what you might say to distressing stuff. Does a specific voice say really triggering, threatening things with an authoritative tone? It might help to prepare for the voice, and how you might respond. Often being aggressive to aggressive voices can trigger more aggression from voices (voices will lash out if they’re insulted) - how can you be polite but assertive? An example I’ve heard is “bless you, but I don’t want to do that” for commanding voices. But your response will be unique. 

Set a time to listen to your voices. If voices aren’t listened to, they can get louder and more hurtful and graphic to try to get your attention - it can be a vicious cycle. But, if you engage with some voices without support, it can turn into them playing games with you and playing on your insecurities. It might help to strike a balance - set, say, half an hour a day, let the voices speak, and genuinely listen. After the time is up, you go back to doing what you usually do.

Try asking a trusted person to talk to your voices for you (this is a technique called voice dialoguing). Voice dialoguing was honestly the foundations of my recovery, and mostly conducted by my lovely partner. It’s where you sit in a different seat, and someone else speaks to your voices and you tell the person what the voices say, and you often do this multiple times. You decide what feels safe, and you debrief after. The person has to be non-judgemental about voices, and not frightened of voices. There’s information on voice dialoguing here: https://openmindedonline.com/2018/10/14/talking-with-voices-article-and-video/

Try some peer support. Maybe there’s a hearing voices group in your area? https://www.hearing-voices.org/hearing-voices-groups/find-a-group/ If not, there’s a lot of us on tumblr - hit us up and vent here. You don’t have to carry this alone.

Are you listening with anxious intensity bc they’re saying particularly distressing things? When my voices are calling me worthless or useless, or saying graphic things, or telling me a shameful secret only I know, I can completely drop what I’m doing, and LISTEN with such anxious intensity because I NEED to know I’m bad and evil. Sometimes it helps to notice I’m doing this and “let go” of the anxious intensity. I don’t need to powerlessly obsessively listen just because they’re shit talking me.

Physically soothe yourself to soothe screaming voices. Hearing screaming? Try hugging yourself, or giving yourself a face massage, or telling yourself it’s OK, or whatever it is that soothes you. When I soothe myself, I usually inadvetedly soothe the crying or screaming voice. Sometimes overtly comforting the voice helps too, even if it’s coming from very far away.

If you’ve experienced trauma, voices might be carrying memories you don’t remember or don’t feel strongly about, so they can’t be kind to you - you dissociated whilst they (the voice) stayed. Some voices remember things I don’t. Some memories I have I remember, but I don’t feel traumatised by them - but my voices really do. They have to be aggressive and violent towards me, because a) if I got close to them, I would remember too, and they’re protecting me, and b) they resent me for not remembering it whilst they do. Whilst this doesn’t immediately help how cruel they can be, it helps me have some compassion & acceptance. 

Imagine a protective spell. I used to imagine a pink, sparkling sphere of healing and protection around me, and nothing could get in and hurt me. I was totally safe within this sphere. I was really into D&D, so I statted it too - 1000000000 AC, resistant 10000 to negative energy, etc. On my worst nights this helped.

Have a grounding object. I got a stone from an enjoyable vacation I had, and also an amethyst and a teddy, and I used to curl up into the fetal position and GRIP them. If you’re into this stuff, you could charge the objects with healing energy, anything else that makes the object feel more grounding. (This post is about hearing voices but also if you have visual hallucinations & feel brave enough, throwing something through the hallucination can help.)

Experiment with earplugs, sound, and space. Everyone’s voices are so unique - some get louder in big, echoey buildings, some get louder in small spaces, some shout above background noises, some blend in, some get louder with earplugs, some get quiet. Experiment! Go to different spaces and ask the voices if they can talk. Put different (&no) background sounds on. Use earplugs. See if anything feels more or less comfortable.

Experiment with distractions. When I was strugglling 24/7, the only quiet I would get would be during a good film and I NEEDED that. You can’t use distraction all the time - voices will catch up, and ignored voices tend to try to find ways to not be ignored. But I’ve found it necessary to find some breathing space. Films were that for me. There could be distractions that work best for you.

Hide! It’s OK to hide. It’s so OK to hide. It’s not a negative coping mechanism. Under the desk is my favourite place.

Complete a Maastricht interview. I am continually surprised by how little I know about my voices & how helpful I find it to know my voices more. The Maastricht interview is a series of questions that facilitates more self understanding - it might be triggering, so it might be useful to prepare yourself. Look in your local area to see if you can do it in person. If not, voila! http://www.hearingvoices.org.nz/attachments/article/59/Maastricht_Interview_for_voice_hearers.pdf (fwiw I’ve not done it yet but want to lol & I’ve met voice hearers who it’s helped.)

You’re not dirty or wrong for a voice saying graphic and horrible things. <3 It’s OK to hear graphic and disturbing voices. It’s not a reflection on you. It’s OK and normal to hear these things. You deserve safety & kindness.

If your voices get loud in new or anxiety provoking situations, give them some detailed advanced warning. Voices don’t always know what’s happening, what year it is, etc - they’re not always oriented to our reality. Saying, say, “I am going to a job interview on Saturday. Here is what is going to happen on Saturday: ...” can help them, so they don’t get anxious and take it out on you.

Start the small steps of building a collaborative relationship with your voices. Is your voice telling you to kill yourself, others, and that you’re worthless? Obviously, don’t do these things lol - but it might help to ask the voice if it has, say... a preference for a TV show, or a food. Something that doesn’t hurt you to accommodate. It can start the small steps of building a good relationship to take small preferences of the voice on board.

Educate your friends so they can be kinder to you. I like this talk! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=syjEN3peCJw Most of my friends who were frightened of me & my voices were much more understanding after watching this. But you choose your resources. 

Accept that it’s ok to be distressed by them and it’s ok to struggle to cope.. Give yourself as much slack as you can. Hearing voices can be so gruelling. It can be isolating and lonely and PHYSICALLY exhausting. You don’t have to do it all. NONE of us can be ‘super-copers’. It’s OK to need rest, and to cut yourself some slack.

Honourary mentions for https://www.hearing-voices.org/ & https://www.intervoiceonline.org/ & https://understandingvoices.com/ c:

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Would you stop bleeding on my couch? Sean Wallace imagine

A/N: I’m sorry, this took me forever to get to writing, mostly because I haven’t gotten around to watching Gangs of London to the end, and I just had exams and have been overwhelmed by life. But I am actually proud of this very finished imagine (Which is ironic for a blog called half-finished-fics, but what can I say? ALSO I kinda played fast and loose with the timeline/storyline. Please request different characters if you'd like, and thank you to @screechingdreamercollectorsblog​ for requesting, and to the anon who was pushing me to write it. I’m slow okay? But worth it? Hopefully? I hope you enjoy, do tell me if you do, or don’t. :) - Em

Sean woke up uncomfortable feeling first the burning pain on his shoulder. Everything came back to him, the ambush, him getting dragged off to a random car. He remembered fading in and out of consciousness, drinking some whiskey to dull the pain. Getting sown together in a dingy bathroom. He opened his eyes and looked around, not remembering where he was, and how long he had been there. He knew his family was probably freaking out. He was a little freaked as well. He looked around the small apartment and did not recognise any of it which made him nervous. He made an attempt to sit up, but groaned in pain as he did so. He heard something from the other room and tried to fumble around for his gun but found nothing. He raised his fists as best he could as the other person walked to the living room. He furrowed his eyebrows when he found a woman standing there, she looked vaguely familiar but not really. She looked at him annoyed which made him keep his guard up.

“Would you relax, so you can stop bleeding on my couch. Which you are replacing by the way.” She said annoyed crossing her arms, he looked at her even more confused feeling weird about being scolded by this woman he did not know. She had saved his life but he knew that was not a guarantee that she was on his side. He was not sure anyone was anymore. 

“Who, the fuck are you?” He spat in his normal demanding voice, if she was going to be rude he could be too, and he needed to know who she was, and where she had put his phone so he could at least tell his family that he was okay. She rolled her eyes at him but walked closer to him, clearly inspecting his wounds while doing so.

“Relax. I worked for your dad, and you. Not usually a nurse, but strange times.” She said sarcastically, he was still unsure about her, but saw no reason for her to lie right away, at least if he could get home to his family soon, he would be sure to pay her off and that would be the end of it. As long as she did not torture him and he did not tell her too much he should be good. Well, more so when he found the motherfucker who had shot him. 

“You ripped your stitches, dickhead.” She said annoyed lifting up his bandage and he hissed a little in pain but looked at her annoyed.

“Well, sorry for sitting up and being defensive, seeing as I woke up somewhere I don’t know without my phone, with a stranger.” He said sarcastically and she scoffed at him which he took a little offence too, no one dared to speak and behave like this around him, yet if she worked for them, she must know who he was and what he was. Meaning she was either bold or just daft, he was betting the ladder. She sighed and got up, reaching her hand out to him.

“Come on. Let’s get you stitched up before you bleed out on my couch.” She said and he looked at her and before she nodded and got down so he could put his arm around her, and she help carry him to the bathroom. She stitched him up in silence after cleaning the wound once again. He recognised the bathroom from the haze and was fed some more whiskey. She started talking again when she was putting the wrapping on it.

“Your phone’s in the kitchen. Took us a little time to crack the code, but I got your mums number and called her, she knows you’re here and alive, for now, told your brother too.” She said calmly now, and he looked at her as she was gently putting the bandage on his wound, if it did not hurt so much he would have thought it would be nice to be treated like this.

“Come on, back on couch, and if you bleed on it one more time. I’m ripping your stitches. K?” She said annoyed he chuckled a little at how she was treating him. He was used to getting respect so it was almost amusing seeing her like that. He laid back down on the couch and groaned a little in pain but did quickly get comfortable. She went to the kitchen for a bit and brought them both back a sandwich which he gladly ate. 

“So, you’ve been out for two days. And yeah, your mother and brother knows you’re here. We’ll move you as soon as they know it’s safe and you can move without ripping up your shoulder.” She said and he nodded taking in the information.

“And then, you’re paying for my new couch.” She said with a confident smirk and he chuckled a little amused at her. She raised her eyebrows and looked him her judgingly.

“I’m sorry, am I amusing you. You’re paying for that couch. I liked that couch.” She said sarcastically maybe even defensively he still could not wipe the smirk off his face, it had been years since someone dared talk to him like that. 

“You are amusing. Because either you don’t know who I am and who you’re insulting. Or you do know, and you’re just daft.” He said and she huffed out a breath annoyed and crossed her arms.

“Oh, I know fully well who you are. Sean Wallace, son of Finn Wallace, ceo of the Wallace coperation, and the London underworld.” She said ending in a sarcastic smile. He raised an eyebrow interested in her response.

“Then you know the last person who disrespected me got beat into a pulp before getting a bullet in his brain.” He said ending with a smirk, she leaned closer to him from her seat across from him, like she was gonna tell him a secret, then she smirked.

“I know. But seeing as you ripped your stitches from sitting up a moment ago, I would love to see you try. Besides, it’s clearly been too long since someone verbally wooped your ass.” She said ending with a sarcastic smirk which was getting on his nerves already. He could not wait till he was well enough to get away from this annoying woman.

“Can you at least tell me who you are?” He asked it being clear now that she did know who he was she just did not care, which was not a good sign. If his own employees were disrespecting him like this, he imagined the other gang leaders were following suit. He wanted so badly to not screw up his fathers legacy, and he already felt like a screw up and then all of this added pressure, he did not need this girl he did not know being annoying with him right now. She just scoffed at him and leaned back.

“Yeah, right. So you can know my name and address? No thanks. You’re probably gonna get me murdered or something.” She said crossing her arms defensively saying it in a matter of factly tone. Sean sighed and decided to be a little open with her.

“Look, unless you try and torture me and infiltrate my life to get information, I can’t really justify using the kind of money it would cost to have someone kill you and clean up afterwards. Okay, luv?” He said earnestly, she looked like she was considering it, but she was still clearly on the defence. But she sighed and uncrossed her arms.

“Promise not to murder me?” She said a little defeated Sean almost chuckled a little at that. Contrary to popular belief and his recent interrogations about his fathers killer, he did not just go around killing people left and right.

“Don’t torture me or sell information about me to the police, and then I promise.” He said calmly and she chuckled a little at how absurd she realised this kind of conversation was. 

“Fine. My names Y/N.” She said sounding a little defeated in giving up this information. Sean smiled a little feeling like he had at least won a little bit of their conversation.

“Well, Y/N, could you get me my phone? I need to get some business in order.” He said and she sighed and nodded before getting up. She walked to the kitchen and back about to hand him the phone before she stopped and he looked at her annoyed both of them knowing fully well he could not just reach for it in his current position.

“For the record, I’m not your servant. So, it’s please, and thank you, got it?” She said annoyed and Sean chuckled a little, he kind of like her. She was definitely bold, and she did not give a shit about how she talked to him. She had spunk. It had been a while since he had met someone who had spunk like that. At least in front of him. He nodded and she gave in and handed him the phone.

“Thank you.” He said a little mockingly as she walked away she flipped him off before entering the kitchen not even turning around. He called his mother to asses the situation. Sadly he was told it would probably be a while since he could be moved to the safehouse and even then it would be risky to move him. No one knew about Y/N, she was after all just a nobody who worked for him who had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. She was pretty safe for the time being. Not that he minded having to spend more time with the woman, she was definitely interesting, in a disrespectful kind of way.

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“Would you quit your whining?” She said annoyed after Sean groaned for the tenth time that day from shifting from his lying position. She was sat at her desk clearly doing something else, but he could not help that he was in pain and her stupid couch was uncomfortable. So he found himself annoyed and glaring at her. 

“I’m sorry, is my pain from my bullet wound annoying you?” He hissed annoyed at her nagging. He sometimes found her sarcasm a little intriguing, but after three days cooped up in her tiny apartment, they were both getting on each other nerves. She smiled at him a little kindly and he sighed a little relieved hoping to finally get an ounce of sympathy from the woman. 

“Thank you, it is rather annoying.” She said sarcastically and he groaned in annoyance once again, she glared at him annoyed now. 

“You could be a bit more considerate since it was less than a week ago I had a bullet in my shoulder!” He said annoyed and she just sighed and looked at him annoyed.

“Well, you snore, a lot. So I guess we’re both making sacrifices here.” She said and he groaned once again in annoyance at her. There was no winning with her. He had been there for a few days and they had done nothing but bicker. It was seriously frustrating.

“Could you stop being a bitch for two seconds! I’m sorry I groan every now and then, but I have been on this couch for a few days and I am uncomfortable. It might have something to do, with the fact that I have home made stitches in my shoulder!” He yelled at her his anger reaching its peak. He knew it was wrong after he said it call her a bitch, but it was all too much right now.

“Fuck off. I’m doing you a massive favour hiding you here. If you could stop being a prick for two seconds and actually be a little grateful towards the woman who saved bloody life, and is currently regretting that decision!” She said back through her teeth clearly annoyed as well. He huffed in anger and tired to turn away from her she just groaned in anger and left the apartment to get some fresh air. 

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Billy came by the apartment and smiled at Sean, bringing some clothes for him. He smiled at his brother and chatted with him for a bit. A little annoyed that he was risking his life to get him a clean pair on knickers. But glad to see him, really glad.

“By the way, Y/N, the girl you’re staying with love her. I was by one of the days you were out. She is the best.” He said and Sean looked at his brother confused, what woman had he met? And had she switched places with the one he was cooped up with.

“Who are you talking about? That girl, hates my guts, and does nothing but bitch about me existing in her space. She is getting on my nerves.” He said honestly and Billy just chuckled a little.

“You’ve just forgotten how real people behave around each other when they’re not scared of disrespecting each other and their territory.” He said and Sean rolled his eyes at him, but still smiled a little.

“You’ll get along. You’re probably gonna have to stay here for a good while anyway.” Billy said and Sean looked at him surprised. 

“What? Why?” He said a little worried and Billy was clearly a little taken back by this.

“Relax. I thought mum told you. She is just worried so says it’ll be a few weeks at least before she’s even thinking about moving you to our safehouse. Guess you’re gonna have to get used to Y/N.” He said with a small smile, and Sean sighed at him a little annoyed at this news. He barely wanted to spend another minute let alone weeks with this girl.

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He got better within the week, and started getting up and walking around a little. He tried to be nicer to the girl since he was stuck with him for a while. He walked into the kitchen when she was cooking one day and smiled a little leaning against the counter.

“It’s good that you’re up and about.” She said casually, but clearly in a natural, which he found a bit frustrating.

“Look, I am trying to be nice here. I know this situation is not ideal, but could we please just try to get the best out of it?” He pleaded a little, he was at the end of his line with being nice and being met with sarcasm. She sighed still having her back turned away from him, but she took a moment before turning to look at him.

“Yeah. Sorry. I really don’t like people in my space, especially bleeding on my couch and bathroom. And even less in longer periods of time. I have lived alone for a long time, I like my space just so, and you’re kinda, disrupting that.” She said honestly not looking him in the eye. He smiled a little, that was perfectly reasonable. Maybe a little too reasonable, but she had so far given him no reason not to trust her. He even saw her get ready for work in the morning and saw the employee badge. It all seemed real. 

“That’s alright. I know I have a bit of a short fuse too, but you are stuck with me. So just tell me what to do. And maybe disrupting your rutine a bit won’t be too bad.” He said smirking a little and she rolled her eyes at him.

“Too far.” She said and he chuckled a little glad he could still push her buttons. She turned back to cooking their dinner.

“By the way, on top of the couch you are also either giving me a raise, or helping pay for food, you eat so much. And stop touching my maltesers!” She said with a small smirk but clearly meaning the last part. He chuckled a little amused and put up his good hand trying to convey innocence.

“Okay, a raise or reimbursement, got it. But I’m not the one who ate your maltesers.” He said trying to convince her. It was him, but he would not admit that. For some reason he found it a bit emasculating that he liked sweets. He was a big strong, badass, gangster and leader of the London underworld. Sweets did not exactly fit his image. He saw that he had clearly failed to convince her, when she snorted.

“Sure. I mean it’s not like there is only two people in this apartment! How are you a mafia boss? You’re a terrible liar.” She said looking at him almost a little baffled at the end. He looked at her a little amused but did take offence to her last comment.

“Shut up. I’m an excellent liar.” He said daring her to tell him otherwise. He knew fully well he could lie like it was nothing. She scoffed again and crossed her arms at him walking a bit closer.

“Riiiight. And what was I exactly supposed to believe right there? We are the only people in this apartment. I know I didn’t take them. Which leaves one other person. What was I supposed to think, that the tooth fairy took them?” She said sarcastically and he chuckled a little and shrugged.

“Well, maybe it’s because it isn’t about something important.” He said and she raised an eyebrow at him clearly getting an idea.

“Okay, try me then? Lie to me.” She said challenging him, he found it a bit intriguing and amusing but took the challenge and stepped a little closer to her.

“It gotta be a little personal, the best lies are. So for example. I would do this.” He said with a smirk, before using his good hand to trace down from her shoulder to her hand before gently grabbing it and lifting it just a bit. He then looked into her eyes at she looked at him a bit shocked but he just smirked, she had asked him to lie to her.

“I think you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. And I really wanna kiss you.” He said slowly and not too high of a volume, but still above a whisper. She looked at him a little stunned but then he pulled back and smirked, a little too proud of himself.

“See? I’m an excellent liar.” He said and she just rolled her eyes at him finally being pulled from her little daze. It was a little intriguing to him that he could make her behave that way.

“Whatever. I could totally tell you were lying.” She said clearly just trying to cover up how weird that had made her feel, he chuckled a little.

“Right.” He said dragging the word out laughing a little at her as looked at him annoyed.

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They did start getting along a lot more. He helped out around the house as best as he could with his shoulder. They seemed to naturally develop their own little rutine around each other. She was still sarcastic and annoying and not taking any of his shit. But it was growing on him a little. He found himself liking that he could annoy her so easily, and she could annoy him so easily. It was like she had direct access to his brains annoyance center. But he liked pushing her buttons, and it was becoming more and more in a joking manner. He was not exactly the type to have friends, but after a week and a half with her, he would not mind calling her that. She was funny and threw popcorn in his face if he disagreed with her or talked during a movie. They had also taken to pushing each other lightly when other was being annoying, of course both being conscious of his still healing shoulder. As time passed and they found themselves more and more at ease in each others company. He almost felt a little awkward having to sit shirtless in front her as she rinsed his wound and put a new bandage on it. It felt almost intimate, which they had not been anywhere near since he had lied to her. It was a lie, or at least back then it was. She was funny, annoying but still, and sweet, and playfull almost. He clearly liked her company, and he liked that she was not afraid of him at all. She was pretty too. He found himself more and more admiring her eyes and smile and the way her hair flowed and especially started noticing when she would walk around the apartment in those tight yogapants on the weekends. He tried to shake all of those thoughts from his head. She tried to stop herself from looking at his shirtless body, it was not like she did not notice, she had needs and she was not blind. But he was also annoying as hell, and a rich prick. But he was also annoyingly sweet sometimes, and funny and he was annoying but there was something weirdly and much to her dismay endearing about how he liked pushing her buttons. As they had spent a lot more time together and learned each others rutines and stuff it was obvious whenever he was annoying now that it was on purpose. And there was something a little thrilling about him, she did not know if it was just her old and she hoped dormant attraction to a little bad boys, or if there was just something about how easily it was for her to get under his skin. It was almost in a sadistic way fun for them to get under each others skin just a little. Besides he was great looking which was hard to avoid with a guy you lived with. His stubbles, his clear blue eyes, his dimples, she had seen him at the office and while there was something about seeing him in his tailored suits his much more casual clothes along with his gold watch was still something she found annoyingly attractive. But she tried to push that thought to the back of her head.

After a month living in her apartment, they were sitting on the couch watch telly when the door opened revealing Sean’s mother, she smiled at Y/N and then Sean. Y/N looked to Sean confused, but he just shrugged signally that he did not know his mother was coming by.

“We found out who tried to shoot you. They’re tied up right now. We can go home love.” Marian said relieved and glad to see her other son unharmed and safe. Sean nodded with a smile, a little excited to go home and sleep in his own bed. 

“That’s good mom. I’ll pack and we can go.” He said and she smiled as he got up to pack she turned towards Y/N who stood up feeling a little out of place now, but Marian just smiled at her kindly.

“I cannot thank you enough for keeping Sean safe. I hope he was not too much trouble. I don’t know how we can ever repay you. But know that you are always welcome in our home if you need anything.” She said taking her hands in hers and looking Y/N in the eyes clearly meaning every word. Marian would do anything to keep her sons safe, and this woman had helped with that. Y/N just smiled and nodded.

“Thank you. No worries. He was a little annoying in the beginning but he has grown on me. Besides, he knows what he owes me.” She said a little amused and the last part a little louder making sure Sean heard it. Sean chuckled as he shook his head at her. She had kept reminding him. He packed the last things before meeting his mother and Y/N in the hall.

“Yeah yeah, couch and a raise, I know.” He said feigning annoyance but smiled fondly at her, she just chuckled and Marian looked between then a little confused but said nothing. 

“Because I don’t want to forget it.” She said a little sarcastically, and he chuckled a little once again.

“Oh, I am not gonna miss that.” He said and she rolled her eyes a little but kept her smile on her face. He smiled at her earnestly now and looked her in the eyes.

“But seriously, thank you, for everything. However reluctantly you did safe my life. So thank you.” He said earnestly, she blushed a little not knowing how to handle him serious all of a sudden, she stood there for a moment clearly happy about how grateful they were not used to being thanked like this. She ended up shoving him lightly out of instinct and just not know how to handle this serious side of him.

“You’re welcome. At least now I can have my maltesers in peace.” She said trying to deflect how weird and awkward and like a school girl with a crush he had just made her feel. He chuckled a little and shook his head, before leaving with his mother.

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They both got back to their normal lives. He started noticing her now that he could go back to the office and they would smile at each other if they did see each other but never talk. It was like an unspoken agreement, that he had his life and she had hers, even if they had both put it on pause for a little month. He somehow missed her couch a little, when he got back to his own bed, it was somehow too soft and he tossed and turned trying to get comfortable in it again. She in turn found herself thinking something sarcastic and turned to say it to him, but stopped herself when she realised it had been a reflex and he was not there anymore. She texted him a picture of her new couch which he had transferred money for. He sent her a smiley back, but they never took it further. He was back in his life. Trying to run a business and a gang while trying to figure out who killed his father. He had too much on his plate, and he definitely did not need anyone knowing there was any more people he cared the slightest about. She hated to admit it, but she was missing him, her small apartment somehow feeling empty without him there. So when she found his shirt with her laundry she first tossed it to a chair nearby thinking she could return it whenever. But that night when she could not fall asleep, missing even his stupid snores, she grabbed the shirt and found herself calmed a little by the familiar scent. He found a black t-shirt that was too small for him, so he figured it was hers he must have grabbed in his haste to pack. He first thought nothing of it but when he could not sleep at night, he found himself reaching for it, it was so familiar now, and somehow calming. He did miss her, and he knew it was stupid and irrational, but he found himself not being able to concentrate and one night he simply had enough. He did not care that it was the middle of the night he got in his car and drove to her apartment, knocking on her door. She opened it and looked at him confused.

“Sean?” She asked and he smiled a little.

“What are you doing here? It’s one in the morning. I have work tomorrow. For your company.” She said sarcastically and he could not help but smile a little more that. He had missed her voice, and her stupid sarcasm. 

“Honestly? I fucking missed you. I just, I have so much to do, between work for the company and the other side of it, on top of trying to find out who killed my dad. And yet, I missed you. So much.” He said earnestly but honestly just a little frustrated with himself. She smiled a little and leaned against her doorframe.

“And who says I missed your ass?” She said challenging him and he smirked a little at her for doing that right now. But he looked her over and grinned a little.

“Well for one, that looks like one of my shirts.” He said and she looked down having not realised that was the t-shirt she had grabbed to sleep in. She looked back at him embarrassed but he was looking at her so annoyingly proud. He did like that she had clearly missed him too, why else would she wear his shirt to bed. He liked it on her. 

“That proves nothing.” She said crossing her arms in protest refusing like always to let him just win. He stepped forward a little confident, so they stood pretty closely. 

“Right. Remember when you told me to lie to you?” He asked and she looked him in the eyes a little shocked. She had tried not to think about that day. She did, but she tried not to. 

“What about it?” She asked clearly some cracks in her sarcastic demeanour which he was proud of that he could do still.

“It’s not a lie anymore.” He said looking at her earnestly. He meant it and he wanted to see if she felt the slightest same way. Her eyes widened a little she was surprised by this but tried to gather herself again.

“So what are you gonna do about it?” She asked not really knowing how to respond and just said the first thing that came to mind. He smirked and got closer to her.

“Well, if you’ll let me. This.” He said before gently putting his hand on her cheek. They looked into each other eyes trying to read the other. Before he finally saw no objection and leaned down letting his lips meet hers. It was gentle at first but soon they both started pulling each other closer wanting more. She walked backwards slowly and he slammed the door behind her, not pulling away from her. He might have been disoriented when he first woke up on her couch, but that was nothing to how she was currently clouding all of his thoughts, but this time, he was not complaining.