#We really need to collaborate like this more often...

[seaweed-snowflake]

In Your Shade, our piece for @songxueweek! Written by Seaweed based on a concept and illustration by Snowflake, it's a short and sweet story of a reincarnated Xue Yang regularly visiting a Song Lan who, for all intents and purposes, is a statue.

We really hope you like it! (🍙)

I'm very happy to have been able to participate in some way! It was a lot of fun even if it was a small doodle (❄️)

[realsocialskills]

Disability-affirming growth mindset

Children are often taught to think “I can’t do that *yet*” as a form of encouraging growth mindset. That’s a really useful strategy when it’s applicable, and it also needs some nuance in order to be more disability-affirming. 

Growth mindset has to be grounded in reality.

Growth means that I am always learning new things and developing new skills and getting better at things. It doesn’t mean doubling down on pursuing impossible dreams; it means doing real things. 

Sometimes growth mindset means thinking “I can’t do that *yet*,” and continuing to try until I can.

Sometimes it’s more like, “This isn’t working. Maybe I need to do it another way.”

Or: “This isn’t working, and maybe it’s not going to work. What else can I do?”

Or: “I can’t do *that*, but I can do the important part a different way.”

Or: “I can do that with help.” and/or “Let’s figure out what supports would make it possible to do that.”

Or: “We can do that collaboratively, together.”

Or: “I could do that with appropriate assistive technology. Let’s figure out if some exists and/or if there’s something we could invent.”

In those instances, realizing that something isn’t going to work is part of how we find out what *can* work.

There are also cases in which growth mindset means realizing that something may not be a good use of our time and effort and resources. A skill that is broadly useful to nondisabled people might not be worth it to me, even if I’m technically capable of doing it. (For instance, handwriting is a useful skill for most people, but it’s always been so hard for me that it’s not really worth it. Losing the ability to  handwrite more than a few words at a time has freed up my abilities to do other things, like focus on typing words.)

There’s something powerful about seeing your body as it really is and working with it rather than against it. Sometimes figuring out what isn’t possible or what’s not worth the cost in time and effort is how we find areas where we can grow and flourish. 

Growth mindset means that I *don't sabotage my growth* by wasting time and effort pursuing impossible things. I don’t stand on a chair or a roof and expect believing in myself to make it possible to use my arms as wings and fly. If I want to fly, I need an airplane, and that’s ok. 

At the same time, I think that claiming the power of “yet” is really important for disabled people, and especially for people with developmental disabilities. 

Sometimes there can be a lot of pressure to see ourselves as incapable of doing things every time disability makes it harder or means we need to do things differently or it’s not obvious whether or how we could do the thing. 

Sometimes we get pressure not to try things unless there’s some certainty that we will be able to do them. (And for something as complex and poorly understood as developmental disabilities, there’s rarely much certainty. Having other people’s doubts limit what we’re allowed to try makes the world very, very small.)

Sometimes disability-affirming growth mindset means saying “I can’t do that, let’s do something else,” and sometimes it means saying, “I might be able to do that, and I’d like to try.” Sometimes it means saying, “I want to keep trying even though it’s harder for me and I’m not catching on as quickly and no one seems to know how to teach me.” or “I don’t know if this is going to work but I think it could, and at this point, I’d like to keep trying.” Or, “I know most people learn this by the time they’re four, and I know I’m much older than that, but I’d like to try to learn this too.”

Sometimes it means an adult claiming the right to learn how to read, or finding a dance studio where they’re willing to slow down enough for them to learn. Sometimes it means practicing a new skill in private while you’re figuring out if it’s something that makes sense for you. Sometimes it means asking around to other disabled people to see what their strategies have been. Sometimes it means demanding your right to accessibility and accommodations even when others don’t think you belong and don’t see you as capable of doing things in the space you want to be in.

[solarsturniolo]

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: in which Matt is failing his classes and at risk of having to repeat the semester, and his tutor is the reason behind it.

𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗: This is a collaborative story that me and another person started on, but I am in charge of it now :) All characters in this story are of age. None of the characters are minors.

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: cursing / smut / switch!matt / switch!fem reader / male masturbation / wet dreams / use of good boy / virgin!matt / p in v / oral (fem receiving) / oral (male receiving) / overstimulation / breeding kink / praise kink / mommy kink / scenes mentioning anxiety

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 5,906

Other Parts: Intro / One / Two / Three / Four /

“W-Wait, what?” Matt’s eyes widened, his eyebrows raising. “What do you mean I might not be able to graduate?”

The school counselor sighed, lifting her glasses from the bridge of her nose and placing them onto her desk. She leaned back in her plush swivel chair, looking at the nervous boy sitting across from her. Her office was comforting, a place that Matt had found solace in quite often on his bad days. She never used the overhead light, always opting for the warm glow of her floor lamps and the flicker of light from the flame in a scented candle. Her bookshelves were littered with not only books, but numerous knick-knacks and do-hickeys. Most people would have seen it as clutter, but Matt found comfort in the items she had, which more or less reminded him of his grandmother’s house.

She turned her monitor for him to see, and she visibly saw the blood drain from his face. Her screen glowed with a much harsher light, the gradebook showing Matt’s transcript laid out in front of him. “You’re proficient in your American History class, but the rest of your classes for the semester are in the gutter. Socioeconomics, U.S. Government, European Literature, and Chemistry are all greatly negatively impacting your overall grade point average.” Matt’s head fell, his hands coming up to rub his face. How could I have let it get this bad? How could I be so negligent? How was it even possible? She clasped her hands together and leaned forward, resting her arms on her desk. She had grown to like Matt, he was polite and always greeted her with a smile, he was very open with his thoughts and feelings, and he really did work hard. She empathized with him, because she knew how it felt to be in this spot. “This is a reversible situation - we can fix this. You have options, Matt.”

Matt looked up from his lap, his hands falling onto his thighs. “W-We can?”

“Yes,” she replied with a smile. She swirled her chair around, unlocking one of the drawers in her filing cabinet and opening it to reveal a number of filing folders. She fingered through them before pulling out a sheet, turning her chair back towards her desk and placing it down in front of Matt. “We have a tutoring program available, and I think you would benefit greatly from it.”

“Tutoring?” Matt frowned, staring down at the paper. He never thought in his life that he would need tutoring. How embarrassing. I’m doing so bad in my classes that I need another student to teach me. What if I know them? What if they tell everybody? Matt looked back up at the counselor, hesitation clear on his face. “Are there any other options?”

She sighed, putting her glasses back on and turning the monitor to face her once again. Matt watched intently as she clicked her mouse a few times. Matt instinctively brought his hand to his face, subconsciously beginning to chew on his nails. I can’t choose tutoring. Chris and Nick will never let me hear the end of it. This is so embarrassing. Can’t I just retake a test or something? Why did I let it get this bad?

“Unfortunately, the only other option I have here is for you to retake these classes again…which would also mean repeating senior year.”

Matt hadn’t realized he had chewed his nail off. He dropped his hand back to his lap, discreetly spitting it out when she wasn’t looking at him. “I’ll take the tutoring,” Matt sighed. The thought of not graduating with Nick and Chris made him feel queasy. His stomach turned over just thinking about his brothers walking across that stage while he sat in the audience and watched. His brothers holding their diplomas up with cheesy smiles on their faces for their pictures that would surely be framed and hung on the walls of their parents’ house for the remainder of their lives; all while Matt would have to wait another year to meet the same fate. Another year of high school, this time without his brothers. Without Chris to make him laugh, to make the day move by just a little quicker. Without Nick, who always looked out for Matt, always offering to ask the teacher any questions that Matt had to take the heat off of him, to avoid any anxiety inducing feelings that Matt might have had. I can’t do it. I wouldn’t last a day without them. Any chance to avoid that outcome is one he would take, no questions asked.

x o x o x o

I should have asked some fucking questions. Matt’s heart pounded as he pretended to look at something on his phone, switching between his social media apps anxiously; not that any of them were bustling with activity, he just needed something to make himself look busy. She was here. I wasn’t prepared to see her. Holy fuck.

For the past four years, Monday through Friday, once the bell rang after the final class of the day, Matt had booked it for the locker room. Shuffling through a crowd of boys, shoving Chris (and getting shoved right back), listening to a variety of music through his headphones, and throwing on his gear for lacrosse or hockey. Today, however, he sat awkwardly in the school library, leg bouncing, chewing at the skin around his pinky fingernail. His airpods tucked away in his pocket. No music to drown out his thoughts. Why didn’t I ask more questions? I can’t do this; I can’t be here with her. This can’t be happening. She…looks so pretty.

Across from him, a few tables over, she sat on the table itself, cross-legged and completely at ease. A light blue sweater hung off her shoulders, a pair of khaki cargos crinkled over her legs, worn-out white air forces, and a pair of hoop earrings rounded out the simple, gut-wrenching outfit.

Matt hated feeling this way. She drove him insane, and she had no idea who he was. That was a lie - they had a few classes together. Incidentally, those same classes glowed red in the gradebook. It didn’t take him very long to figure out why.

For the past four years, Matt had walked into school every morning hoping in equal measure that she had shown up and that she had suddenly become homeschooled. Every single class, he would stare at the door just hoping he’d catch a glimpse of her, whether she was walking into the classroom or just passing by in the hallway. He knew where to look for her in the hallways between classes, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel his heart rate pick up when he’d see her in the flood of other students chaotically herding through the halls.

Now she was his tutor. She was the reason he was failing, and she was his tutor. His counselor had no way of knowing, but she had just doomed Matt to repeat senior year. He was not about to sit down with that girl and make a complete idiot out of himself.

Lifting his backpack and hooking the strap over his shoulder, he got up and turned for the door. At that moment she looked up from her book, her eyes locking with his, and he froze.

Her hair fell softly along the edges of her face, and she looked at him with mild curiosity. Matt’s breath hitched in his throat. Years of her never even noticing me, and now she’s looking at me and…smiling. Oh god.

Don’t you dare fuck this up, he heard Chris whisper in the back of his mind. “Fuck off,” he muttered and began to walk towards her.

“Is this where I’m supposed to be for uh…” He didn’t want to say it. Normally people would jump in and finish sentences anyway to avoid uncomfortable silences. She did not. She just continued to look at him with minimal interest, her smile growing a little in amusement. Oh god. This isn’t happening. Somebody please pinch me. Or shoot me.

Matt felt the heat rising to his face, his breath catching in his throat as she stared at him. “Tutoring. I’m here for tutoring.”

She slipped a bookmark between the pages of the book she was reading and pulled a knee up to her chest. Matt caught a glimpse of the cover of the novel, furrowing his eyebrows a bit. A hockey player? I play hockey. Should I say that? Does she like hockey players? Lacrosse is like hockey… in some ways. Lacrosse season is coming up. Should I-

“You’re Matt, right? One of the triplets?”

Matt blinked. “Yeah.”

She smiled again, placing her book down onto the table. Icebreaker? Matt made a mental note to look that up later. “I think we share a few classes, right?”

“We have Socioeconomics, European Literature, and Chemistry together, and when Chorus comes into the auditorium to practice, I run the soundboard for you. You took Workshop with me and Chris, and I could never focus on a single project me and him had together. We had Math and Introduction to Culinary together last year, all of our electives the year before that, and in ninth grade you were in my home room and study hall. You’ve always been in my lunch block, and you like to eat out in the courtyard under the willow tree far away from the picnic benches. You’re in the photography and Yearbook club because you love to take pictures, and you also run the school’s yearbook account on Instagram. You never get breakfast because it hurts your stomach to eat in the mornings but if you forgot to have dinner the night before, you’ll go through the line in the cafeteria and get an old-fashioned donut and a cup of mixed fruit. You prefer peppermint gum over spearmint, you always wear shimmer lip gloss instead of clear, you chew on your lip when you’re thinking really hard, you write sloppily when taking notes, but your papers are written in cursive. You’re terrifyingly beautiful, and I’ve wanted to talk to you for four years.”

That’s what Matt thought about saying. Instead of opting for that particular route of social suicide, however, he simply went with, “Yeah, I think we have one or two together, right?” and sat his bag down.

Don’t fuck this up. You cannot fuck this up.

x o x o x o

“Ms. Coleman said you were behind in some classes,” she said, pulling out her laptop from her bag. “Which ones?”

‘All of them’, He thought to himself. Matt sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “What am I not behind in?” he mumbled.

She looked up at him through her lashes. Matt felt his stomach twist up in knots. He had imagined her looking at him like this more times than he could count. Usually late at night when he was in bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, his eyes screwed shut as he bit back soft whines and whimpers as his arousal leaked into his fist. He couldn’t help but feel his pants tightening around his crotch as filthy thought after filthy thought played in his head.

She smiled at him again, and Matt suddenly realized that she had been speaking. His stomach dropped. “S-Sorry, what?” he stammered. She laughed softly, a sound that made Matt’s heart leap up into his throat. “I asked if you could be a little more specific.”

Matt cleared his throat. “Um, Government, English, Socioeconomics, and Chem.” He looked down at his hands in his lap, the thoughts from earlier looming over him. I won’t graduate. Mom will be so disappointed. Dad won’t speak to me for a year. Chris and Nick will move on in life without me. She probably thinks I’m an idiot. Who the fuck fails almost every class in their last semester?

He could have sworn he felt his heart come to a full stop when he felt her hand on his shoulder, his head snapping up in an instant. “Hey,” she cooed as Matt met her gaze once more. “We’ll fix this. We have four months until graduation. You have time.”

Yeah, time to spend my afternoons drooling over you and retaining no information. Four months to sit here and gawk at you every fucking afternoon while my grades continue to plummet. Four months of me rushing home after these tutor sessions to beat off before Nick and Chris get home from their after school extra curriculars. Either way, I’m failing this semester.

“Why don’t we start with English, hm? I’m in that class with you, third period. We have a paper due on Friday.” She opened her laptop, pressing the power button repeatedly. Matt swallowed the lump in his throat – fuck. The paper… he was hoping to avoid it altogether. Sensing his hesitation, she raised her eyebrows. “Have you started it?”

Matt blinked. He licked his lips, suddenly noticing how dry they were. “...No.”

“Me neither,” she grinned, and Matt felt his shoulders relax. She had a beautiful smile, and it so rarely appeared on the Somerville High property, even less so in the classes they’d shared. It made him wonder what else he could do or say to make it stay for longer.

“It’s okay,” she continued, tapping away at her keyboard, urging the ancient relic to awaken and let her log on. “We can write it together.”

“Yeah, sure…together,” he said, taking out his own laptop, proud that he had enough focus to keep his hands steady. He wanted to make her smile again, but he hadn’t the faintest idea how. Matt also wanted to crawl into the floor and sleep for an eternity, but his wishes seemed to have no substance. His grades did, and more than anything, he knew he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made Chris and Nick leave him behind. Punctuating his thoughts with a deep sigh, Matt pulled up the assignment rubric. “Three pages, double spaced - that’s not bad - third page sources cited…” As he scanned the page, she, still waiting on her dinosaur of a computer to come to life, leaned closer to him to see for herself.

Her perfume. Waves of vanilla with floral notes. Undertones of musk. It was strong but intoxicating. Matt used every ounce of self-control to not turn towards her and inhale as much of it as he could. She had been using this perfume for the past three years, and Matt had become obsessed with it. He was like a stoner catching a whiff of weed, he could identify it from a mile away. He could sniff her out like a bloodhound if he really wanted to. Matt begged his brain to behave.

It didn’t.

The aching in his pants grew. Matt pulled his hoodie down to cover his lap, he could not let her see what she did to him. He felt his face heat up as embarrassment flooded his brain. Still, his cock remained half hard and his balls felt heavy with arousal. Despite knowing how wrong it was, he wanted nothing more than to rub one out. Matt used every iota of his self-control to focus on puling the assignment up on his computer. One hour. I just need to get through this one hour.

x o x o x o

“How long have you been tutoring?” Matt wanted to know more about her. It was a near-feverish affliction that kept his leg bouncing continuously, releasing nervous energy at speeds that could power the entire city of Boston.

She didn’t look up at him, pulling up the assignment on her computer. “I started last year…gave me a chance to get out of Johnson’s eighth period. Do you know why you’re falling behind in Philosophy?”

Matt didn’t hear her question at all. The stickers on her laptop were incredibly distracting - he caught a glimpse of Homer Simpson, the Monster logo, a few Pokémon, numerous band logos, Marilyn Monroe, a sick vaporwave statue head, and a plethora of raccoons. I like raccoons. Now is probably not the best time to tell her that. “Huh?”

She glanced over through her lashes, and Matt felt his air supply vaporize. “I asked why you’re failing.”

Because you walk into the room and I forget how to speak my own damn language. Because I want to talk to you so bad, but my throat closes up when you look at me. Because when you smile it makes my legs heavy…But more than anything, because I want you in ways that I have never wanted anyone before, and it is all that I can think about. No matter where I am at or who I am with, you manage to take over every thought in my head. Movie nights with my brothers where I can drown out the movie, daydreaming of what you might look like waking up next to me in one of my shirts. Dinner with my family, wondering if you like whatever it is that we’re eating that night. In the shower, wondering what your routine is like. Late nights in my room, the door locked and the lights off, clothes discarded onto the floor, my hand tugging at my cock. You are always there. You’re the reason why I’m failing, and you don’t even know it.

Matt settled on, “It’s hard to focus in there.” Not a lie. But not even close to the truth.

She nodded. “She talks in circles sometimes.” A pause made his eyes dart up to hers, terrified that he’d missed something again. But no, she was…studying him.

Her head tilted slightly, and her hazy eyes rested on his. He wondered what she was thinking about, and something primitive in his mind was screaming at him to hide. He felt vulnerable, weak under her gaze. His cock throbbed. Matt did his best to bite back the soft groan that fought to escape his throat.

“I think you might just need a body double.”

He blinked.

She continued. “The classes you’re failing, those are the only ones you don’t have with one of your brothers or your other friends, right?”

Matt nodded, wondering how she could possibly know that. He bookmarked that thought for later.

“Well, your brain probably knows that they expect you to do your work, and you don’t want to let them down, so the work gets done. Not in English or History, apparently. So, I’m your body double. And I expect you to do your work.” She grinned. “It’s corny as fuck but you’d be surprised how much you get done. Ready to start?”

Matt decided to process that particular heap of information later. “Yeah, sure.”

“I’m sending you my sources. You know how to cite them?”

His brain couldn’t register her words. It all made sense, but his brain felt too fuzzy to put the pieces together. “Sources, right. Y-Yeah, I uh…yes.”

“Good boy,” she purred. Matt nearly choked, his dick now fully hard. There’s no way she just said that. She gestured to his keyboard, and Matt began to shakily type the name of the website he needed into the search bar. Maybe I just imagined it…It’s been a weird day. Matt could feel her gaze burning into his skin like the heat of a thousand suns. His heart was lodged in his throat, he had begun manually breathing, not wanting his breaths to sound too heavy or too short.

Her hands kept brushing his arm, and Matt realized if he wasn’t careful, she would notice the way his face turned a bright red when she touched him, or worse… she’d see the bulge that could barely even be hidden by his hoodie. He turned away from her, pretending to look for something in his bag. “I um…thanks.”

“Go ahead and read those, throw all the relevant information into a messy doc, and then let me know when you’re done, okay?” Matt looked up and she leaned once more against the concrete column behind her, earbuds in, typing away in her own empty doc for the same assignment. He glanced at the stickers on her laptop, eyeing the one in the dead center with the name of a band he had never heard of. I wonder what she’s listening to. Would she like my music? Would I like hers?

Pulling out his own headphones, Matt shuffled his own playlist, and tried desperately to focus on the article in front of him.

x o x o x o

Forty two minutes later (he counted), Matt finally reached the end of the mind-numbing wall of text. No closer to understanding what the fuck he was doing, he reached out to tap the table near her knee. Her cargos sported faded stitching on their edges, proof of intentional wear as opposed to fashion wear.

When the flash of motion moved into her line of sight, she looked up from her own article, brows raised expectantly and eyes locked onto his. “How’s it going?”

“Well…It’s not perfect but…it’s better than nothing right?.”

“Mhmm.” She leaned forward, staring at his screen. “One and a half pages? Atta boy.”

Matt’s face flushed, his lips parting to speak but silence was all that followed.

“Did you do what I said earlier?”

“Yes ma’am.” Where the FUCK did THAT come from?

She wrinkled her face, her lips tugging up into a smile. “Down, boy.”

Matt almost puked. A lightning bolt struck his lungs, and they withered in his ribcage. “Sorry- sorry,” he stuttered. He ripped his gaze away from hers, blinking rapidly.

She laughed softly, the ghost of a smile passing over her lips. Matt’s head shot up faster than he’d ever admit. “Little weirdo,” she muttered, turning away from him to put her laptop in her bag.

“Oh, are we-”

“Mhm. Bell’s about to ring.”

He blinked again, opening his own backpack.

“Give me your snap.”

“Huh?”

“Your snapchat. So we can talk about your assignments and schedule tutoring for sometime other than boy’s athletics.”

How did she-

“Wouldn’t want you to miss hockey,” She tilted her head to punctuate her all-knowing tone, and put her phone in Matt’s hand.

As he typed megamett_44, Matt reevaluated the entirety of his life’s choices, and hoped she’d just…ignore it. Or not see it at all, that was preferable.

Neither of those things happened.

“Mega. Mett. Forty four?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

“...Yep.”

“You, um…” She gestured, sarcasm beginning to drip from her lips. “You wanna explain?”

“No I do not,” he replied, grinning nervously, avoiding her gaze.

“Hmm…cute,” She smirked. Matt felt his heart swell and his pants tighten even more at the comment she had made, just barely crossing the line of being a praiseful remark. He wanted to ask more about what she meant; Why did she say cute? Does she think I’m cute? Was she just saying the username is cute? But before he could think of something, the bell rang, and in one fluid motion, she swung her bag over her shoulder and slipped off the table. “Later,” she hummed before she disappeared into a river of students escaping school grounds for the weekend.

Matt exhaled and slumped into his chair, hanging his head as he dropped his bag back onto the floor. The visible bulge under the fabric of his sweats and his hoodie taunted him, his mind raced, thinking of all the things he could have done instead of gawking at her and stuttering one or two words at a time in response to whatever she said to him. Matt ran his fingers through his messy hair. His cheeks remained a rosy pink. He rubbed his lips with his fingers, an anxious habit he had picked up over the years in a desperate attempt to help with his nail biting problem, though very little progress had been made there.

“I’m done for,” he said, nodding decisively. “Yep. This is the end of Matthew Sturniolo.” Matt looked down at his phone, numerous texts from his brothers flooding the screen.

Nick: where are you

Chris: where r u ?

Nick: why weren’t you at hockey practice

Chris: coach is not happy with you lmao

Chris: helloooooooo

Chris: the van is still here so we know ur here

Chris: unless 😏

Nick: enough

Chris: man come on nick is grumpy and bitching about the weather

Nick: it’s fucking FREEZING out and i’m shivering like a chihuahua. I’d appreciate getting into the vehicle that we OWN to blast the heat

Matt sighed and shoved his phone into his pocket. He looked around, making sure that nobody was nearby as he stood up. Grabbing his bag, Matt hurried out of the library and pushed his way through the halls to the nearest restroom.

Ensuring that the bathroom was completely empty, he slipped into the closest bathroom stall and locked it behind him. Matt quickly dropped his bag to the floor, lifting the hem of his hoodie up and holding it between his teeth. He pulled the band of his sweats down, groaning softly as the friction sent bolts of pleasure through him. He slipped his hand under the fabric of his boxers, his eyes fluttering closed as his hand wrapped around his shaft. He hummed ever so softly as he gave his cock a few strokes.

He opened his eyes, suddenly realizing what he was doing. No, this isn’t like you. This isn’t right. You don’t do this here. He pulled his cock up into the waistband of his boxers, dissatisfied above all else, but knowing he had to hide his unpleasant erection somehow. This was a new low for him. What kind of a creep can’t even keep it in his pants until he gets home? Matt pulled his sweatpants back up, dropping the hem of his hoodie from where it had been between his teeth. He stepped out of the bathroom stall, taking a quick once-over in the mirror to make sure he looked put together and not a flustered horny mess, before he slipped out of the bathroom, following the mass of students rushing for the exit out into the student parking lot.

x o x o x o

Matt saw Chris and Nick leaning against the edge of his car, bundled up in their heavy winter coats. Matt clicked the unlock button on his key, the vehicle chirping in response. Nick impatiently opened the door to the backseat, huffing something under his breath as he got into the car. “Where the hell were you?” Chris asked, opening the trunk to the van and tossing his hockey gear into the back. After closing the trunk, Chris walked around to the passenger side of the vehicle, slinging his bag into the back next to Nick’s foot, closing the door behind him.

“Library,” Matt muttered, clunking into the driverseat. Chris paralleled Matt’s actions, dropping himself into the passenger seat. “Library?” Chris repeated, tasting the word with furrowed eyebrows as he turned to look at Nick, expecting he might know more about Matt’s situation.

He did not. Nick scrunched his face. “Since when do you go to the library?”

Matt groaned. “Can we just go home.”

The other two didn’t ask too many questions after that. What normally would have been a debrief session of their individual experiences from that day while feasting on whatever fast-food place the three of them had voted on, was instead a deafening silence and a painfully tense atmosphere. Matt was secretly very appreciative of this, his mind was too scattered for him to hold a conversation with his brothers, never mind care about what they were discussing.

x o x o x o

When he collapsed onto his bed, Matt checked his phone, brows furrowed in surprise. He’d gotten a notification from Snapchat (a rarity), and his heart shot up into his throat when he saw who it was from. He tapped on the notification to see that she had sent him a photo of herself - her hair fell in waves around her face, and Matt could see the glint of her earrings. She wasn’t even looking at the camera, making the edge of her eyeliner effortlessly severe. Matt’s chest went aflutter, and he stared at that picture for a very long set of minutes. “Here’s my snap”, she had typed, and once he tapped out of the photo, Matt added her back.

But they hadn’t spoken past that.

He laid on his bed trying to think of something to say to keep talking to her, but everything sounded desperate and corny. He had so many things he wanted to say, so many questions he wanted to ask. He wanted to talk to her for hours, about anything and everything. He wanted to know everything about her.

As the sky darkened, Matt scrolled aimlessly on TikTok, then Instagram, then back to TikTok, avoiding Snapchat to the best of his ability. His mind refused to let go of her, and it was starting to piss him off. What is she doing? Does she stay home on school nights? Does she go out? What are her hobbies? Does she play video games? Would she play them with me? Does she like to read outside of school too? When does she go to bed? Does she like to stay up late? Does she go to bed early? Why can't I think of something normal to say to her?

Matt dragged himself out of bed, crumpling slowly to the floor. He leaned his head against the edge of his mattress and sighed - what a fucking day.

A knock at the door had him lifting his head from where it rested against the mattress. “Hi, honey.” Mom. “You eating dinner with us tonight?”

He stood up, crossed the empty floor of his room quickly, and pulled his door open. “Hey Mom.” Matt leaned into her, and Mary Lou slipped her arms around her son.

“Hi baby. Somethin’ on your mind?”

I’m failing.

I’m failing four classes.

You and dad would be so disappointed.

I feel tired and sick all the time.

I just want to go to sleep.

Graduation is in four months.

Nick and Chris are gonna leave me.

I’ll have to repeat senior year.

It’ll all be my fault.

The girl making me fail is the girl trying to help me pass.

I can’t focus on anything.

I’m so fucking tired.

“Just missed ya.” Matt sighed. He hummed when he felt his mother's loving arms embrace him just a little tighter. “I’ll be downstairs in a minute.”

x o x o x o

A dark room. The brush of fingers over silk. A candle flickering shadows against the walls. The faint scent of vanilla. Pleasure flowing through his body. The buzzing hum of a vibrator. More waves of soft tingling flowing from the center of his body.

“Good boy…”

He sighed, lips parted, eyes closed. His hips began to shift upwards, slowly at first, pushing against the vibrator, aching for more. Instead, his leaking, rock-hard cock met a soft hand. He whimpered, digging his pelvis into the pillowy skin. “Awww…d’you wanna hump Mommy’s hand?”

“Yes…” he pleaded, his head lolling to the side, chest heaving. “P-Please, I-I... Please.”

Her fist began to slip around the head of his cock. “Please what?”

“Nnnghh…please let me hump your hand. I need it s-so bad, p-please, it hurts Mommy, I just wanna…jus wanna feel your hand around my…my…”

Another hand cupped his balls, silky-soft thumb rubbing spine-tingling circles over his pleasure-filled skin. “Hmm? What was that, pretty boy? Mommy didn’t quite catch that.”

“My cock, miss, I…p-please reward me…please, I-I’ve been so good…”

She smiled, amused by how easy it was to get him riled up. “Go ahead, baby. You’ve been such a good boy. You deserve a little treat, don’t you?”

Matt didn’t need to be told twice. His hips lifted, his jaw going slack as his shaft slipped through her fist with ease, her hand already sticky with his arousal. A whimper grew at the back of his throat, his hips beginning to buck up into her grasp. Erotic sounds filled the room; heavy panting, his wet cock slipping in and out of her grasp, the bed frame creaking ever so quietly, her quiet praises that she’d whisper to him. “Atta boy, you’ve got it,” she hummed, earning a sound from Matt that he hadn’t even known he was capable of making. A mix between a sob and a whimper, a sound that made her press her thighs together, her core aching for him. “That’s it, baby, hump Mommy’s hand. Doesn’t that feel good?”

His pace quickened, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he began to rut against her hand. His desire was primal. It was animalistic. The way he craved her, unlike anything he had ever craved for in his life. His balls, heavy with his arousal, slapping against her wrist as her hand reached the base of his cock with every thrust he made. His tip, swollen and pink, leaking with his desire. She could feel the way his shaft throbbed, practically begging for more. Her hand gently squeezed his tip, a guttural moan falling from his rosy lips.

He began to whine now, desperate pleas pouring from his lips like thick sweet honey. “I’ve been so good, I’ll behave, I promise, I’ll be s-so good for you Mommy, please let me cum, please, I’m b-begging you, please Mommy… y-you’re so sweet and g-good to me, I jus’ wanna make you happy, please let me make you happy…f-fuck!” White-hot liquid spurted from his tip, coating her hand and his abdomen as she continued to stroke his sensitive shaft.. “Mmmph…Mommy…f-fuck…thank you, th-thank you, mmph Mommy…thank you, y-you’re so good to me…”

Breathlessly, he pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking up at the beautiful girl in front of him. His gaze flickered down to her hand, his cock throbbing as he saw how much of a mess he had made. Ropes of thick warm cum coated her hand, and Matt couldn’t help but think of what it’d look like leaking out of her. He watched with a dazed and aroused glisten in his eyes as she brought her hand up to his lips. Obediently he licked his mess off of her fingers, paying no mind to the taste. He didn’t care, he’d do anything she wanted, even if it meant having the lingering taste of his seed in his mouth. Once her hand was cleaned up, he pressed kisses up to her wrist, trailing up her arm, keeping his eyes low in reverence.

She lifted his head with a finger under his jaw. “You’re welcome, baby. You did so good for me, hmm?” she murmured, kissing his forehead. Matt closed his eyes, never wanting to leave this moment. “Were you a good boy for mommy?”

Matt shot up in his bed and his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. He pulled his duvet cover off of him, and in the dark of his bedroom he could still see his mess leaking through the fabric of his boxers. His torso was slick with a sheen layer of sweat. Despite having already finished, his cock refused to soften.

“Oh fuck me,” he snarled, rubbing his tired face with his hands. This is going to be the hardest four months of my life.

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[galene-gothic]

SYDNEY SWEENEY’S BATH WATER SOAP, OBJECTIFICATION OF WOMEN, ‘MALE LONELINESS EPIDEMIC’ AND FEMINISM

I believe that most of us are aware of the Hollywood actress Sydney Sweeney selling her bath water soap in collaboration with Doctor Squatch and for those of you who weren’t, you are now. I’ve seen several opinions about it with some believing that she set feminism a thousand years back and others believing that feminists fought for the right of women to be able to choose whatever they want to with their life, and body and so she should not be receiving backlash. There has also been a lot of debate about the acceptance and embracement of female sexuality. I’ll start by saying that in a patriarchal society, there is not a lot that we can do that benefits us as women and girls. Just a few examples that I can give from at the top of my head are as follows:

i) Dad bods are more acceptable than mom bods even though it’s women that give birth

ii) In conservative countries if a heterosexual teenage couple happen to kiss in public, it’s the girl that will get blamed

iii) Men are allowed to age while women are not. We have often seen old men working for decades in the film industry. Suppose you were an actress and happened to be the same age as your co-actor, he could work with you when you’re both young but over the years, you’ll stop getting roles while he will continue getting roles and working with younger, and younger women until he stars with your daughter. Not only that, women will get shamed by the same public that used to desire and lust after them when they were younger simply because they’ve grown older and don’t look the same

iv) Famous women are not even allowed to be pregnant because degenerate men on the internet make comments about how she’s ‘let herself go’ even though she’s literally carrying a baby in her womb

v) Dr. Caitlin Bernard was fined three thousand dollars for providing an abortion to a ten year old girl who was raped in the US in 2022

vi) If you get raped, you’re blamed. If you are abused, you’re blamed. If you get pregnant in a consensual relationship, you’re the one who is blamed and shamed for ‘spreading your legs’ even though the guy was just as engaged in the activity

I, in no way am in favour of shrinking yourself to please others and trying to live up to the unrealistic standards that are set up for women, and young girls. It’s just that with the recent rise of acceptance of female sexuality and hook up culture. I feel the need to put my two cents out there for those of you who care to understand and could use my opinions, and values to develop your own and lead a better life. Both purity culture and hook up culture are incredibly damaging to girls, and women because like I said earlier - in this patriarchal society that we live in, there’s not much that we can do as women that benefits us. Even if we think that it is, it likely isn’t. Men have been objectifying women for ages while simultaneously shaming and denying our sexuality. So yes, there needs to be an acceptance and embracement of female sexuality but when we objectify ourselves, and engage in hook up culture, we are feeding into the same structure that we are trying to break because most men want to be able to objectify and sleep with you with nothing else required of them. In fact, many of them are likely to shame you and discuss you in degrading ways with others because they don’t hold any respect for you. They shouldn’t be and it’s their fault but if we want to attain true freedom, and equality, we need to be able to move with more self and social awareness, not by shrinking but instead by refusing to give into a set system that does not benefit us and instead creating new ones that we remain firm in. I’m so glad that the world has progressed enough for us women to be able to have our own money and choose for ourselves but are we really making the most out of it? There has been a rise in topics such as: choosing celibacy, decentering men, being comfortable alone, not getting married due to societal pressure, having high standards in men and leaving after the first moment of disrespect, disregard, and deceit. The reason ‘male loneliness epidemic’ is even a thing is because we as a society haven’t expected as much of men as we should have so they’re unable to keep up, we still aren’t expecting as much of them as we should.

There still are systems and women who let them slack off but many women are awakening to the fact that they deserve better than mediocrity, and are unwilling to settle for men refusing to change, grow and do better so the entire epidemic is something of their own doing because after a certain age, you are responsible for who you are, what you do, and how you live. There is a misconception that in order to be equal to men, we have to be like them, live like them and in order to have our sexuality accepted, we have to experience, and express sexuality in the way that they do even though it is very objectifying and degrading to us. In fact, if it weren’t for the double standards and hypocrisy, it is degrading in general because while men’s behaviour is normalised, they are not known for respecting themselves. So why do we think like this? Why do we act this way? Why do we unconsciously feel the need to stoop down to their level in order to be equal to them? What are we trying to prove? The entire reason that women were suppressed for centuries was because of the power that we held and still do. They were trying to make us forget our truth, our power and unfortunately, they succeeded. Us, as women, are full of love, our souls are rich, we even have the portal of life in between our legs. There’s nothing to prove, there’s only something to accept and embrace, and that is our power. The best way to go about it is by trying to be as selective with our sexual and romantic partners as possible. Obviously, men are deceitful, people in general are and no matter how well we might vet people out, we might still face hurt, betrayal, and disappointment but it’s important to understand that with the standards that men are held to, it likely had everything to do with them and their lack than anything to do with you, your lack, and your worth. This does not go for cases in which you abuse or disrespect your partner in any way. I encourage girls and women to develop, and maintain high standards for themselves and others, and remain firm in their resolve of not settling for men and giving into a system in which they are endlessly blamed, shamed, and used. I’m not an idealistic person who’s completely out of touch with reality.

I understand that these are deep rooted issues and systems that won’t change just because I wrote this post, and a few girls and women got the message, and started living by it but I think that it is important for girls and women to understand their power as who they naturally are, and be aware of the fact that they do not need to act in low and unfulfilling ways in order to experience equality. We are incredibly powerful as we are but we have been made to forget that so we are trying to experience equality and bring about change by stooping down to their level, and doing the things that they do when it is simply a matter of realisation. We would be able to experience more fulfilment if we simply just accepted our power as we are instead of trying to be equal to them because the truth is, we are already powerful while their ways are incredibly unhealthy, and damaging. This is why, women who are married to men have lower life expectancy and men who are married to women have higher life expectancy. This is also why, women who are single are happy, look good and are healthy while men who are single go around complaining about the ‘male loneliness epidemic’, are bitter, and go around trying to fill some void. Many of them are also unable to maintain healthy and fulfilling relationships when they find them due to the lifestyle that they’ve gotten used to living, due to how empty and lacking they have become as individuals. We have got to raise the bar for humanity by starting from ourselves, by rejecting people who are not good for us, by rejecting the lifestyles that are not acceptable to us, by rejecting the system that harms and oppresses us, and simply just embracing our own desires, needs and power as women. We should not try to live their lifestyle because it is pretty clear that they are not fulfilled. All I’m saying is that it’s about time that we lived up to our own standards and waited for men to meet us there, and become equal to us while simultaneously fighting for our rights socially instead of leaning into their destructive and unhealthy ways. I’m not sure how well I got my point across because I’m no writer but it’s okay if you still want to sleep around and objectify yourself but I need you to ask yourself if this lifestyle is truly what you want, and what you find to be deeply fulfilling for you. Do not hate men, we haven’t met all of them and there might be good ones out there. This post is not supposed to be male slander but we all have to agree and come in terms with the fact that they could be doing better as a collective. Let’s not fall victim to choice feminism and instead understand the deeper repercussions of our actions. Thank you so much for reading and I’m sorry if I was unable to express things as efficiently as I wanted to. Much love and take care 🫶🏻💞.

[sirxaibs]

Hizashi Yamada X Reader Drabble/Crack

🖇️✩ +̊🎧 MOMMY?!?? 🖇️✩ +̊🎧

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a student calls you mom

·+̊🖇️✩ +̊🎧⊹♡ Setting up for Hizashi’s English class was something you did often as his TA, but today, you felt particularly playful. The classroom was empty, the morning sunlight casting golden rays through the windows as you arranged papers on his desk. Hizashi stood near the whiteboard, adjusting the projector settings, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose.

“You know, Y/N,” Hizashi mused, tapping at the keyboard, “I think these kids would riot if they knew how excited I was for today’s lesson.”

You chuckled, glancing over the syllabus. “They always riot when it comes to English.”

You smirked, stepping closer until you were right behind him. Your fingers ghosted over the fabric of his vest as you leaned in, breath warm against his ear.

“Oh, they always riot when it comes to english,” you murmured, voice dripping with mischief. “But lucky for you, I’m here. and the faster this lesson goes means we can finally have some… fun.”

Hizashi stiffened for half a second before he turned to you, eyes slightly wide behind his glasses. His ears, hidden beneath his wild blond hair, were definitely burning red. “Oh? Is that so?” His voice cracked just a little, and you bit your lip to hold back a laugh.

Before he could recover, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. The door swung open as students began filtering in, chatting amongst themselves. You took a casual step back, arms crossed, watching as Hizashi cleared his throat, adjusting his collar as if it would help hide his flustered expression.

“ALRIGHT, CLASS! LET’S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!” he boomed, though you could hear the slight edge in his voice.

A collective groan cut him off.

“Not English…” one student muttered, resting their forehead against the desk.

Another let out a dramatic sigh. “Why do we even need to learn this? Can’t we just use our quirks in other countries and let a translator handle it?”

You smirked, stepping forward. “Actually, no. A lot of hero agencies overseas require their heroes to have at least basic conversational skills in English. And trust me, you don’t want to be that one hero who has no idea what’s going on in a mission briefing.”

A few students exchanged glances, though the enthusiasm was still lacking.

Hizashi nodded. “Yeah! Plus, how are you gonna do interviews with foreign news outlets if ya don’t know what they’re askin’?”

“That’s what subtitles are for,” a student shot back, earning a few chuckles.

You sighed, shaking your head. “Look, I get it. English can be frustrating. But it’s not impossible. And since I actually spent time in America, I know the best ways to help you guys get comfortable with it.”

One student perked up. “You were in America?”

You nodded. “Yeah. A few months, actually. Lived there, worked there, and had to use English every single day. Trust me, I made all the mistakes you could possibly make, so I know exactly what you’re struggling with.”

“Wait… So you were, like, an American hero?”

“Not exactly,” you admitted. “More like I was there for a temporary collaboration. But I did patrols, worked with some American heroes, and had to communicate with civilians. So if you want to hear some embarrassing stories about me messing up English in public, now’s your chance.”

That seemed to spark some interest.

“Did you ever say something really bad by accident?”

“Oh, definitely.” You smirked, crossing your arms. “I once tried to compliment someone’s shirt and accidentally told them they looked like a banana.”

A few students laughed. Even Hizashi chuckled beside you.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” he said, gesturing dramatically. “Language isn’t just about books and testsit’s about communication! And sometimes, communication is messy, but that’s how ya learn!”

The class groaned again, but at least this time, it was with less resistance.

You smirked. “Alright, let’s start simple. Let’s go around and have everyone introduce themselves in English. Just a basic ‘Hi, my name is ____, and my quirk is ____.’”

The students groaned again, but one by one, they hesitantly began their introductions, stumbling over words and laughing at their own mistakes. You and Hizashi guided them through the pronunciations, offering encouragement where needed.

Midway through the lesson, as you walked between desks helping students with their pronunciation, a sleepy voice mumbled, “Mom, how do you say ‘speed boost’ in English?”

Silence.

You blinked, turning slowly toward the student who had spoken. The entire class went dead quiet as the realization hit them. The student, wide eyed with horror, turned an impossible shade of red.

“I I mean uh” They clamped their hands over their mouth, mortified.

The room erupted into laughter. Even Hizashi doubled over, his laughter echoing through the classroom. You couldn’t help but smirk, arms crossed as you arched an eyebrow.

“Well,” you said, grinning, “at least you said it in English.”

·+̊🖇️✩ +̊🎧⊹♡

The final bell rang, signaling the end of class. Students packed up their things, still chuckling over the earlier slip up. The poor student who had accidentally called you “mom” had bolted out of the room the second they could, face burning red. You were still amused by it, though.

“Alright, see ya next class!” Hizashi called after the last few students, waving as they shuffled out the door.

Once the room was empty, you sighed, stretching your arms over your head. “Whew. That went better than expected.”

“Oh yeah?” Hizashi drawled, turning toward you with a mischievous glint in his eye. “You sure about that, Mommy?”

You froze. Then you turned to him slowly, narrowing your eyes. “…What did you just say?”

He grinned, far too pleased with himself. “What? I’m just embracing my student’s interpretation of our dynamic! I mean, you are helpin’ me teach, you keep ‘em in check feels pretty parental to me!” He stroked his chin dramatically. “Maybe I should start callin’ ya that more often”

You smacked his arm firm, but playful.

“OW!” He laughed, rubbing the spot where you hit him. “What?! It’s a term of endearment!”

You shook your head, grinning. “Oh, you think you’re funny, huh?”

“I know I’m funny.”

You crossed your arms, smirking. “Well… I could be a mommy.”

Silence.

Hizashi just stood there.

His expression froze completely like his brain had just cut out. He wasn’t even blinking, just staring at you with his mouth slightly open.

You bit back a laugh at the way his mind was clearly racing at a million miles per hour.

And then, just to mess with him even more, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away and sauntering toward the door. “See you later, Daddy.”

You barely made it out of the room before he exploded.

“WH WAIT! HEY! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

You laughed as he stumbled after you, his voice rising in sheer panic and excitement.

“Babe, hold on WAIT A MINUTE” He caught up, following you into the hallway. “Are you just messin’ with me, or ? ‘Cause, like, if you’re serious”

You threw him a teasing look over your shoulder. “What? You want to make me a mom right now?”

His face went completely red, but his determination didn’t waver. “I MEAN IF YOU’RE DOWN I’M JUST SAYIN’”

You only laughed harder, enjoying how flustered he was. you had no doubt this is going to be a topic of discussion when you get home today.

[m4iya]

⋆⭒˚.⋆𝜗𝜚 Order up! Matcha green tea, 100% sugar, 100% ice with black pearls and coconut jelly for @frosted-flakes!

Collab? Kenma Kozume (fluff, post high school, mutual pining + forced proximity)

Your phone had been blowing up with notifications all day since last nights stream. Who knew your viewers would get so heated over a couple jokes? Heck, was it even your viewers? It seemed more like the ones that were freaking out weren’t actually watching for the full context.

Well, that’s what you said every time. It kept them watching, right?

Though, being tagged in rants and comments wasn’t the only thing happening this time. You were receiving an absurd amount of messages from viewers as per usual, but also from other streamers and influencers. The most common words present within all of them being:

“Guess who mentioned you in their stream last night!”

This time, it felt a little different from other controversies you’d been wrapped up in, so you couldn’t help wonder who this mystery person was, and what you had done to earn yourself a mention.

One scroll on your timeline told you just about everything you needed to know. A post sat at the top of your feed; a video captioned “@/mc of all people?’

Clicking on it, a clip of someone’s stream began to play; a QnA of sorts.

“Kodzuken, will we be getting a collab with anyone soon? Can you drop any names?” The streamer read aloud before pausing to think.

“Hmm.. there’s a few things in the works, but I don’t know for sure when they’ll be out.” He replied, absentmindedly flicking through the questions on another monitor.

He paused for a few seconds before continuing to speak. “I’m not the best at reaching out to people, but I’d like to see what kind of content I could make with @/mc. She’s pretty funny.”

Proceeding to continue with other questions, he completely ignored the way the comments blew up at him.

Out of every streamer you knew, he had to be the absolute last person you’d have expected to even have any idea of who you were. You'd been watching his content for a while, having seen him at influencer events and such. Though, you'd never been able to approach him at any of them, often using 'I was talking to my viewers, that's why I couldn't approach him' as an excuse to yourself.

Even though it wasn't exactly your objective as an online personality, you figured that controversies and out of pocket statements would be one way to get his peoples attention. It wasn't like you were exaggerating your personality per se, you were always pretty outspoken, so the only extra steps would be recording or streaming your antics.

Even though it looked like it worked, you had no clue where to go from here. Would you send him an email? Or a message? And what would you even collaborate on? What would happen to his view count if he did make content with you?

You tapped onto his profile on Twitter, scrolling through his recent posts as you wondered what to do. Suddenly, a notification popped up on the top of your screen: A message request.. From him!

Kodzuken hey, this is @/mc, right?

You had a pretty large following, and he had mentioned your name in his stream. Staring at the message for a few seconds, you wondered if he was trying to be funny.

MC u really aren't the best at reaching out to people lol and yeah thats me

Your messages maintained an air of nonchalance, hiding the way your eyes were peeled—waiting for his next response, your heart thumping loud enough for it to reverberate through your ears.

Kodzuken thats a little mean anyways i'm assuming you saw my stream in that case so how does a collab sound?

MC I'm not too busy tbh I should be free next week. u sure u wanna collab with me? ur viewers will probably freak out over it

Kodzuken my channel not theirs 🙄 what do you wanna do for the stream?

MC something simple maybe some type of challenge? are u free to call so we can set it up?

Kodzuken give me a sec ill call you

Your hands shook in place, palms sweaty as you waited for him to call you first.

When your phone eventually rang, you let it sound for a few seconds, clearing your throat. Answering the call, you held the phone up to your ear.

"Hello?" He spoke first, his voice being exactly how it sounded on stream.

"Hey!" You internally sobbed over how that might've sounded.

And so the conversation began to flow, the two of you brainstorming ideas and details about the collab. It would be held on his channel, with you editing the stream into a video for your own channel. Before the two of you hung up, he asked for your number so he could send over his address. You wondered why he couldn't just send it over DMs, but your heart was already racing too fast for you to even bother asking.

You got to work immediately, organising your schedule and allocating time to buy the things you needed. He said he had most of the basic things already, but to make things funnier, you suggested a couple ingredients that you'd buy yourself. The idea was to hold a cake baking challenge with odd ingredients. Without telling each other what flavours you were using, you needed to decorate as nicely as you could, and you'd taste each other’s dessert at the end. One of you will guess incorrectly, and the penalty will be to post something on the other's social media account after the stream.

You both agreed not to do anything rash, but also not to plan or rehearse the ending too much. It had a mix of the chaos that was usually in your content, and the viewer interaction that he'd implement in his own. Preparing things behind the scenes, you both kept each other updated until the day arrived, and you nervously made your way to his place.

Standing in front of his home, you took a deep breath before knocking on the door. You heard the shuffling of slippers from the other side, stopping abruptly at the front door.

"Who is it..?" A voice groaned from the other side.

"Um.. me?" You nervously answered.

A faint gasp sounded from the other side before a flurry of steps took off, leaving you wondering what just happened. Could it be that he forgot that you were coming over today?

He returned around a minute later, opening the door immediately. You noted how crinkled his clothes looked, his voice as though he'd just woken up. The skin of his face was dewy—freshly splashed with water, the evidence visible on the hoodie he wore. It wasn't the one he usually had on in his streams.

"Sorry about that." He muttered, attempting a chuckle. His laughter definitely didn't come off as nonchalant, not with his eyes looking everywhere but at you.

Though, you definitely weren’t feeling too confident yourself. Your hands were clammy as you bent over to pick up the bags that you brought with you which contained the things you'd both be using in the stream.

"I'll help." He quickly offered, taking the things in his own hands with a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Butterflies. Your stomach churned in a way that it hadn't done since high school.

Following him inside, you realised how big his home was, surprised that he seemed to live alone. As you walked to his kitchen, he gave you a haphazard tour, which was limited to the rooms you both passed. He steered you away from the direction of his own room, telling you that it was 'just a little messy right now.' Looks like he really was asleep.

Once you reached the kitchen, it surprised you to see his camera and tripod already prepared. He placed the bags down on the counter, walking towards his setup.

"Should I set up my stuff as well?" You asked as you pulled it out of one of the bags, having brought it just in case.

"It's fine, I'll send you the footage." He replied.

With that, you prepared the materials you'd both be using. He provided the bowls, spoons and mixing tools. You handed him an apron and wore your own, giggling at how he struggled to wear it despite it being so simple. You offered to tie it for him and he did the same, even though you were more than able to do so yourself. You lifted your arms as he took the fabric around your waist to tie it, gently weaving one piece over the other.

"Is that too tight?" He asked. "Want me to loosen it?"

"Yeah, just a little."

You could feel your heart beating in your ears as he spoke from behind, helping you with this short, mundane task. Things were all over the place today, and you weren't sure how you'd get yourself under control.

The two of you went through a few more things, and soon began the stream. You greeted the viewers, and introduced yourself to those who didn’t know you.

And so the stream went on, unfolding much more differently than you had initially expected. It seemed that the people who were criticising you had either stuck around to see what would happen, or had simply left.

You cracked jokes with each other while mixing your ingredients, using the mystery flavours that you had poured into separate bottles last night—so tired that you could barely remember what was in them.

At the end, you both decorated the cakes together in an attempt to make them as appealing as they could be. Yours was coated in red frosting, and you used white buttercream in a thin piping tip to write out his name in cursive on the surface of the cake. His was haphazardly covered in pink frosting, purple polka dots shaped from fondant scattered over the surface and the sides. He had decorated the edges with sugar pearls and rainbow sprinkles, running out of time before being able to write your name on it.

Cutting each other a slice, you both took turns tasting it. You could barely contain your laughter as he cut into his—the centre was so moist that the knife he used was coated in batter as he removed it from the cake. You opted to eat a piece of the edges instead.

Exaggerating your reaction, you coughed, walking off camera to grab a drink of water. The ingredient he had used was chilli, and it wasn't settling well with you at all. His laughter echoed through the room as you drank from the cup of water; probably because of the slightly exaggerated reaction that you had rehearsed with him before the stream in the case that he happened to choose something spicy.

As he took a bite of your slice of cake after you had returned to the stream, his face contorted; confusion? He chewed once, then paused, scrunched his eyebrows, and continued chewing.

"Is that—" He coughed. "Is that coffee?"

You could barely contain your laughter at his reaction. Well, he wasn't completely off. It was coffee, alongside a couple different spices such as cinnamon, nutmeg, and.. well, you lost count after the first two.

"Not exactly! Wanna try again?"

He held his nose bridge, 'deep in thought'. You both knew that one of you needed to get it wrong to go through with the penalty. A few obviously wrong guesses later, it was decided that he'd be the loser. After talking to the chat a little, answering some questions and interacting, it was revealed to them that you'd soon upload a video on your channel, which would contain extra content, and that the penalty post would also be up on his account. With that, he concluded the stream, slouching over the table with a sigh as you took a seat on one of the tall stools, picking at the cake he had made.

"At least the frosting tastes good." You laughed, taking a spoon of it.

"Yours wasn't actually too bad," He muttered. "Just.. very flavourful."

The situation suddenly set in; it was now nighttime, and your belongings were scattered everywhere. How were you supposed to just pack up and leave? That same feeling from earlier was now completely overwhelming you as you felt your face warm up. What exactly was going on? Keeping your eyes on the slice of cake, your face began to heat up. In your peripheral, you noticed his head turn.

"You okay?"

“Just a little tired,” You smiled, avoiding his gaze. “I should probably get leaving soon." Reaching behind your back, you fiddled with the knot in an attempt to untie it. The quicker you could pack up, the quicker you'd be out of this mess.

Though, even the apron wouldn’t budge at all no matter how hard you tried to undo it.

"Did you superglue this or something?” You chuckled, exasperated. “It’s so tight!”

"Oh,” His head perked up. “I loosened the first tie, but I double knotted it just in case." He stepped towards you, offering to fix it yet again.

"All done." His hands reached over to the collar, lifting it over your head to which you pulled it down, folding the apron in your lap.

"Guess I'll do yours as well?"

You stood from the chair as he turned his back to face you. This was definitely something he could've done himself. Though as you fiddled with the fabric—in the deafening silence of the room, the way his breath suddenly hitched became overly apparent.

At this point you honestly couldn’t tell whether it was yours or his who’s breathing you were hearing. Your eyes scattered as undoing the fabric of the apron was the last thing you were thinking about right now. It was a little late to be realising this, but he was much taller up close than he seemed online, and given the way the apron wrapped snugly around his body—he was also a little thinner than you imagined. Not to mention the stray hairs at the nape of his neck that had escaped from the bun he’d made.

“..Are you done?”

Shoot. Who knew how long you were standing there with your gaze scattering everywhere? You quickly untied the knot with a single swipe, and he lifted the collar over his head, handing it to you. As you reached out to take it, you noticed how tightly he held it, seemingly not wanting to let go. It did seem a little out character for him to be so forward—having been the one that initially reached out to you first, inviting you over and being completely unlike how you initially perceived him. Not that you had thought he was mean, he just didn’t seem like the type to be so outgoing.

Or maybe it was motivated by something. Maybe the small patches of plush pink painting his cheeks, the way his lips were slightly parted so as to prepare himself to speak, his gaze focused on you for the first time today—maybe things were a little different for him as well. You for one knew yourself, being well aware of what you’d been going through today.

“..Do you have something to say?” You prodded, teasing although your voice was small, shaky, and laced with nerves. You definitely weren’t in any place to be picking on him.

He cleared his throat, gaze leaving yours once more. “..Do you have plans tomorrow?” Your eyes fluttered to his slender hands, their grip loosening as he spoke.

“No,” You replied. “I had nothing planned for this week other than—well, this.” Taking the apron from his hands, you set it on the counter. His hand moved to brush a loose strand of hair out of his face, “Do you live far?”

“A little.” Your car was parked outside, but you weren’t the biggest fan of driving at night, and alone as well? Not happening—not unless it had to. “But I drove here, so i’ll just-”

“You can stay the night.” He interrupted.

“No, I can’t—really-“

“I have space for another person.”

“I don’t even have a change of clothes!”

“I have spares.”

You were surprised that he’d offer something like that, and double down on it as well. Well, his place was huge; but you didn’t i expect him to go around telling random people they can stay over. Especially when he’s only met them once. He was now stacking the dishes in the sink, yawning as he did so.

You couldn’t help tease again, stepping towards him. “So you actually want me to stay over?”

He clicked his tongue, turning on the water. “And if I do?”

That.. wasn’t what you expected to hear. You couldn’t see his face, but the redness glazing the tips of his ears told you that he’d probably been going through the same things as you all day. Well, it was more than just today for you; and you wondered the same for him.

extra:

“Hey, we forgot about the penalty!” You recalled, slipping into one of his spare hoodies.

He sighed, brushing a hand through his hair as he scrolled through his phone, opening the camera. “Sit over there.”

“Here?” You took the seat on a chair in front of his setup, crossing your legs. The two of you giggled as you set up the photo, with him directing you to wear his headphones.

You took the photo of yourself, throwing up a peace sign, and captioned the post ‘get used to this face, ur gonna be seeing it a lot more’.

Watching the replies immediately come rushing in, you laughed together. It definitely wouldn’t be the last time you’d both record something together.

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Northopalshore's 24/25

Solar Return Observations

It's my birthday! (21 dec), I thought about writing predictions for myself based on my SRC every year just as a marker that the year is ending & a new one will commence shortly. Are you finally the person you've been striving to be?

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𝄞 Capricorn rising (17°)

I'll be busy this year, focused on my work and goals. I'll aim to be very productive this year! To be more responsible & act more mature. Taking in a lot of responsibilities. Though, with that Leo degree I may be gaining a lot of attention for my work or competence. An "examplary" character.

𝄞 Pluto (0°) & venus (15°) in 1st H aquarius

Another glow up! I could lose a lot of visible weight this year, and I could refine my aesthetics or perfect my makeup as well. Since they're in aquarius, it's likely I'll be standing out with the way I look or dress this year. I've been really itching to get a tattoo too. I don't give a fuck that we aren't supposed to lol.

𝄞 Aquarius 2nd H, Saturn in 2nd H/Uranus in 4th H

Venus aquarius (gemini) square uranus Taurus (aquarius °)

• unusual spending habits (i.e being very stingy with something yet spending a lot on other stuff)

• finances could be quite unpredictable this year i.e I won't be able to expect when I need to use money/ unexpected events. I'll could earn a lot of money for something unexpected, or just work odd jobs/online, by doing something I don't usually do or have never expected to do

• stable or restrained income

• dressing differently than others around me

• people talking about how I look very 'unique'

𝄞 Venus 1st house square uranus in 5th house

An unexpected relationship? Or an unexpected love interest. I could be attracting a lot of borderline unwanted romantic attention. (Venus in aquarius squaring uranus in taurus)

𝄞 Fama (10° Capricorn), saturn (13° Aries) in 2nd H pisces

• gain more attention through aesthetics

• getting attention for care in expenses

• being frugal/ disciplined with finances

• spending/earning money on/from esoteric stuff

• hard time controlling money ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ ⁠ᴥ⁠•̥⁠`⁠ʔ

• if I start offering my services, I might get a lot of traction/clients, but it might be more than I can handle if I don't put up any limits/restrictions

𝄞 Neptune (27° gemini) in 3rd H pisces

• talking on social media

• speaking with a dreamy gentle tone

• I might lose my train of thought quite often TT

• talking about esoteric knowledge/ metaphysical

• bursts of creative writing

𝄞 Neptune (27° gemini) trine mars in 7th house

Working on or creating art, music, writing with a partner. Could also mean learning or talking about the occult with someone closely. Could be creative projects with partners/coworkers/friends. Working well in collaborative projects.

𝄞 North node (2°taurus), chiron (19°) in 3rd H aries

• focus on communication/learning

• communication & mental fatigue

• feeling burdened by the amount of work that has to done

• feels like I have to juggle my intellect between a lot of events

•. feeling rushed with projects or events concerning writing or speaking

• having a lot of ideas, offering a service related to writing, thinking, communicating (literally signaling that I'll be starting private readings lmaoo)

𝄞 4th H in aries, mars (r) in 7th H

• living situation feels rushed, combative, competitive

• independent home life, living alone, switching housemates

• arguments amongst the people I live with, being outside more often

• visits to a significant person (?), constant moving around

• visiting people I work with /clubs/organizations a lot & being at home less

• reflecting approach to relationships

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𝄞 Uranus retrograde (23° Aquarius) in 5th H taurus

• rethinking what brings excitement to me

• thinking of picking up strange hobbies

• unexpected love interests

𝄞 Jupiter retrograde (14°taurus) in 5th H gemini

• reshaping what truly brings value and joy especially in love life, being more careful with love interests

• getting a lot of new experiences

𝄞 6th H gemini, mercury in 11th H:

• making a lot of new friends online

• popularity amongst coworkers

• gaining a lot of diverse friends

• doing daily activities w friends

• talking a lot during work

• creative collaborations

• working online more, posting more

𝄞 Groom (4° cancer) retrograde in 6th H cancer

Working with future spouse but it also counts if I'm doing something related to him on a daily basis. In my case, I think I'll be writing about him but also longing for him (hah!). Longing to be next to him. Even if I meet him this year, I don't think we'll be able to spend much time face to face with eachother because of distance or work. Our routines may clash.

𝄞 Descendant in cancer (17° leo), moon in 8th H

• feeling safe & comfort within relationships

• harmonious relationships

• changes in relationships

• possible crushes, secret relationships

𝄞 Briede (8° Scorpio) in Sagittarius 11th house squaring moon (8° Scorpio) in Virgo 8th house

I could learn (realize) something quite hard about my love life (more specifically life as a wife). Perhaps it will be harder than I thought it would be. I might have to sacrifice a lot for it.

𝄞 Briede (8° scorpio) conjunct mercury in 11th house

I could be learning more about myself as a wife online, or through purchasing esoteric services. People could also gossip about me or my relationship this year. Could be online, could be my social circle as well. However, it's likely I'll just be the one yapping about the Briede (19029) asteroid/persona chart a lot next year.

𝄞 Mars (4° cancer) retrograde in 7th H leo

Getting secret admirers, my love life could be quite difficult. Perhaps my future spouse and I will be butting heads or have a few arguments. However, since it's retrograde I think rather than being mad at eachother we'll be frustrated with our situation. That is, if we do "meet".

On the other hand, it also means indirect confessions, or having to take the leadership role/compromise a lot in joint collaborative work i.e assignments.

𝄞 Mars opposite pluto in 1st house

If this concerns my FS, we could have disagreements on whether our relationship should be public or not, our relationship could also effect our images greatly whether good or bad, or both.

If not, then this means I'll be taking on more work than I'm supposed to this year, finding it difficult to let things go as is, or some group members may be rather negligent of their tasks, forcing me to decide what to do.

𝄞 7th house ruler in 8th house

A secret relationship? Something scandalous could be happening in my love life. Since it's Cancer/moon, I could be keeping a lot of my feelings about this person a secret. Our relationship could be kept a secret as well. Could be a karmic relationship.

𝄞 8th H in leo, sun in 12th H (29°leo)

• nightmares could be possible perhaps due to exhaustion

• deep introspection of self

• reshaping how I attract attention

• choosing to be alone, do my own thing

• having to keep a lot of secrets

• I might travel on my own this year

𝄞 Moon (8° Scorpio), vertex (15° gemini) in 8th H virgo

• the way I think & process emotions will be transformed

• fated transformation/death/rebirth

• feelings are more intense this year

• lots of fast, sudden, "unexpected" new beginnings

𝄞 9th H in virgo, mercury in 11th H

• travelling with friends

• travelling for studies

• documenting travels

• planning travels

• working with friends

𝄞 POF (26°Taurus) in 9th H virgo

Perhaps I'll have good luck with my assignments. I'll be very focused and lucky when it comes to my studies. I'll be very hard working, and that hard work will be paid off.

𝄞 Lilith (19° Libra) 9th H in libra

There may be some issues with traveling alone. I might have to be moving around alone a lot even if I'm not comfortable with it. There might be some disagreements or slight dissatisfaction when it comes to studies or friendships.

𝄞 10th H in libra (23°aquarius ), venus in 1st H

• harmonious work

• popularity in work

• self focused work

• attracting more attention in general

• something about my relationship/love life could be highlighted or very prominent, a relationship could be revealed as well

• being an "IT" girl

• working on social media? Doing something I've never done before, getting attention for it

𝄞 Union (24° pisces) & Juno (15° gemini) Scorpio in 10th house:

Working with future spouse. Meeting through my work..? Meeting through my blog? Lmao. Honey are you reading this?! I don't see myself working with him on his career (at least not yet), perhaps he'll be reading my posts (writing) online and not notice it's me at first. This makes the most sense to me at the moment but it's just a theory though.

Note: SRC union conjuncts my natal union, SRC Pluto conjunct natal Juno, SRC Uranus conjunct natal Briede in the 3rd house, SRC Chiron (retrograde ) conjunct natal Boda.

There seems to be something significant about my love life but it looks like I'll also be rather weary of it at first. Perhaps I'll be contemplating on what I truly need or believe about my FS, things may feel rather rushed, and I might start having second thoughts about how things will progress. I think so especially because both SRC Chiron & natal Boda are in Aries. A lot of second-guessing may occur. A lot of procrastinating for some reason.

𝄞 Vesta (24° pisces) Libra 10th house:

I'll be making a lot of new connections, friends and relationships. Most of my new friends/acquaintances are ( and will be) from different states & even countries. Our relationship will likely be very harmonious or mostly harmonious. We will share the same goal or drive. Meeting new acquaintances through my blog perhaps?

𝄞 11th house in scorio, pluto in 1st house

• posting more online

• being more popular online

• transforming online identity

• transformation social circles

Something shocking about me could be revealed to my close circles, or even on my blog. The blog might come under scrutiny this year as well, with people suddenly flocking in to either disagree with my posts or just people looking into my blog more (usually with an intent to dig some dirt or information about me). This could also cause a lot of discomfort or discourse trying to continue something I've been doing or even cause a shift in the way I approach something.

• could be related to my face reveal hoho

𝄞 12th H in Sagittarius, jupiter retrograde in 5th H

Education being draining or tiring. I could be rather burdened by school work or assignments, perhaps I'll be doing most of my work alone or may not truly feel connected to my work. Uni life will grant me a lot of opportunities to do things I wouldn't normally do. Perhaps I'll have a lot of fun doing assignments & learn to love my life here.

I'm also really close to the capital city of my country so I'll be able to go to many, manyy events in & out of uni on my own. Since it's in retrograde it's still going to be quite overwhelming. A little bit of a culture shock for me as well.

𝄞 Boda (24° ) conjunct Eros (26°) in 12th H Sagittarius

• thinking/dreaming of marriage feeling more connected to the future, being more laid back about love, marriage, and connections, going with the flow

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Thank you for reading ily!! ♡

@northopalshore

@northopalshore SRC 2024 all rights reserved.

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12th house & South Node

12th house is the house of the unconscious, the unknown, the hidden, the hidden, the secret, the subconscious, spirituality. Things we can't see but feel. It represents the subconscious and what is hidden within ourselves. It shows how we control our subconscious and how we connect with the subconscious.

South Node represents the energy that we give to others and at the same time the energy that we know and can manage. Energy in which we feel comfortable. The path with which we are more connected and feel more at home in it. Even the habits we have that are familiar to us and in which we feel the most okay. Even the talents that we already have in ourselves and it is not difficult for us to show them to others.

Sun in 12th house-here is hidden your identity and a part of you that you would like others to see . You can often feel that people don't see you in the right light. You have the feeling that no one really "sees" you, and sometimes it can be difficult for you to understand why. Your light shines when no one is looking and when you are all alone.Your hobbies can be related to spiritual things or they can be really mysterious. Your light can manifest itself in many ways. It is importnat to trust yourself. And you will be seen best when you express your sign in the sun.

South Node in 1st house- The first house is about your first breath into the world. That’s the natal placement. Houses twelve, one, and two are said to be about the first phase of life when you’re just a kid trying to learn a world that means nothing to you yet. Sometimes it’s this assumption that the child will work the same jobs that the parent worked. The South Node in the 1st House reflects a personality that is assertive, independent, and focused on self-expression. The individual is learning to balance their self-interest with consideration for others, moving towards a more collaborative and mutually supportive approach in this lifetime. You're comfortable in your own skin and being by yourself. You're used to being by yourself and doing things alone. You can be really independent.

Moon in 12th house- your emotions are hidden and subconsciously you may feel like no one notices your emotions or how you really feel. Many times you can feel other people's feelings or they can be transferred onto you. Sometimes things can make you very sad and you can also cry very quickly (it is very difficult to hold back tears or emotions). Your home can be more unusual or invisible. Later in your life you can live somewhere else or in a country far away from your home. Your feelings can sometimes be unclear or dreamy. Sometimes you can feel things that you can't explain. You can sacrifice a lot emotionally for other people without fully realizing it.

South Node in 2nd house- you are used to being in luxury, having money, material things. You are used to being in control of your things, feelings and well-being. With the South Node in the 2nd house, you might find yourself grappling with karmic lessons around wealth and poverty. This placement often indicates a soul that has known both great wealth and devastating loss. This journey involves moving beyond the need for external validation. You know how to enjoy life and relax. You don't stress about things you have no control over and you know how to be stable in situations. However, this placement can also signify an overemphasis on self-reliance, material attachment, or defining yourself by what you own or have achieved. While you’re naturally gifted in managing practical matters, there’s a tendency to find security through physical or material means alone, sometimes at the expense of deeper, more emotional connections.

Mercury in 12th house-many times you can feel that people do not understand you and that they do not understand your language. Your thoughts can be very subconscious and hidden, even dreamy. Sometimes you can't even define what you're thinking and sometimes it's hard for you to express what you want to say. You can travel a lot around places that are by the water. Mercury brings wealth and travels and the opportunity to settle abroad. It brings growth that can take you from a small position where you started to a leading role on the professional front. You have a very curious mind which means that you might have a good inclination towards knowledge. You are not very interested in savings and believe in spending money on lifestyle as well as necessities. You can have second marriage here. These people are also known for their introverted nature. As far as career is concerned, these people are likely to make their career in a profession like journalism, poetism or as a media person. In yout early 30s, you might face many struggles but might gain happiness in your mid-30s.

South Node in 3rd house- means that this person not only figures out how to do something in a skilled way, they also know the ins and ends of that skill including where it is most applicable and where it is not. They have an idea of what learning the skill might bring to them. You know how to use words to make them come true and you know how to think wisely. You know how to make the most of every day and do things in the day that come in handy. During the day itself, you never feel that it was wasted, but that you learned something new. The path leads you in different directions and many times you like to be unpredictable and like to do things that are not always the same but different every day. You like various stimulations and things related to thinking.

Venus in 12th house- you can feel love on a subconscious level and you can experience a really dream relationship or a relationship you've dreamed about. You can come across a lot of romantic relationships and relationships that are dreamy. You have a lot of love for creation, music, dance, you enjoy your world. You can become a famous creator. This position also makes you fantasize about your sexual desire; and you will be in search of your dream spouse. Venus in the 12th house means that you might be extremely kind to other people and might be well known in a group of friends. You are likewise exceptionally courageous in your life, and you might make a good career out of it. The marriage might be blissful and loaded with experience and voyaging. Your partner might bring prosperity and luck into your life. You can only achieve success if you put in your efforts and take initiatives along with risks. You will be fond of wine and women, enjoy attending pleasurable parties, exotic tourism, royal extravagant life with high expenses. You should be careful while indulging in water sports or any kind of adventure sports.

South Node in 4th house-you are used to being in your comfort zone and with people you know and get along well with. You like to be around people who give you closeness and the feeling that they take care of you and you feel the best in this energy. You are used to your days being connected with your family and that they are the ones who help you a lot and are there for you every step of the way. When the south node is in the fourth house, authority figures tell you exactly what they expect from you. They don’t really beat around the bush here. Someone with their south node in the fourth house is someone who is quite used to being told what they are meant to do and how they’re supposed to go about it by other people.When they are told what to do, they get very angry about it and they push back as hard as they are able or willing. This can be hard to do if you have a bunch of family members or just people in general who all want you to live your life how they want you to. This can also be hard to do when you suspect that other people want to tell you what to do even in instances when they might not.

Mars in 12th house-you can feel the energy of other people. You are very strong and can handle a lot in life. You can handle many dark things in life. You have many talents related to your energy and body. You can have many secret fans. Even men can be obsessed with you and your energy. Mars in 12th house will make you secretive in nature and suppress your emotions. You can also become a writer as the 12th house brings you an expression to portray your experiences very differently from others. Your appearance may be different from your actual persona and your behaviour will always surprise others. You will travel in foreign lands and explore the world and possibilities. You will constantly travel to foreign lands and gain money. Your subconscious mind will always be active and creative, which will make you productive and achieve success. You will have vivid dreams which can be utilised for creativity.

South Node in 5th house- you are used to living like a child and doing things related to your childhood. You can be very connected to your inner child and feel more intuitive when you are in your child energy. You are used to getting attention from others and always being in the foreground. You proudly show off your talents and hobbies and love to share this page with others. This feels quite comfortable when dealing with the joyful aspects of life. Parties, dancing, art, flirting and casual sex are some of the things he has been practicing a lot during previous lifetimes.Your approach towards life was not so serious, as you preferred to enjoy moments rather than build some concrete life strategy to follow. In addition, with the South Node in the 5th house, the person might like to play with his luck. You might be comfortable with attention and expressing your individuality but could find it difficult to prioritize shared or group-oriented goals.

Jupiter in 12th house-You are very lucky, especially in accidents or some such events. Natives with this placement are naturally inclined toward introspection, healing, and exploring the mysteries of life. They possess a deep sense of empathy, often dedicating their time to charitable work and helping others. Natives with this placement have a natural inclination toward spirituality, meditation, and the pursuit of wisdom. They seek answers to profound questions about life, the universe, and the afterlife. You can heal others with your energy. Jupiter in 12th house blesses you with many opportunities to travel long distances to foreign land that will prove beneficial for you. You will be very spiritual and religious in your attitude and keep yourself occupied in related activities, which will bring joy and satisfaction to you. You may have instances in life when there will be hospital related expenditures for your own self or someone else related to you. You need to take care of your health and be very particular about your diet.

South Node in 6th house- you are used to taking care of others. Maybe since your early years you were a person who did a lot for others and was used to working. You feel quite comfortable when following strict daily routines and is concentrated on labor. You are good at organizing your time, while also pay too much attention to your health. You were probably a workaholic, whose health can have been afflicted due to your stressful everyday reality. You usually grow up in such a way that you are full of responsibilities. You are instructed to become good servants, willing machines for others to use. You learn to sacrifice your time to fulfill various duties, and structure your reality in a repetitive way of patterns. Curiously enough, you can feel comfortable with that role and even not care to change it. Of course, this is exactly what such a person must not do. You karmic challenge is the relinquishment of duties imposed by others, and turning towards self-seeking experiences.

Saturn in 12th house- you can have a lot of karma in this life to process and at the same time you can attract a lot of karmic people, things and situations. Saturn here can be quite stressful at times, because you feel as if you cannot find peace in your subconscious. Maybe you also have rules or limited thoughts about spirituality and things related to it in general. The individual may experience a strong sense of responsibility towards charitable or behind-the-scenes work. You will become ambitious and enjoy success in every department of life. You will be very close to your family and will get all kinds of nourishment and significant support from them. It restricts your peace of mind and increases your quest for spirituality. By age 28 and 30, you will slowly be enlightened and achieve growth in life. You might become one of the most powerful persons by entering politics. Saturn in this position will also make you unravel the mystic truth. You will acquire ancestral properties without obstructions. You will become ambitious and enjoy success in every department of life.

South Node in 7th house- you are used to being in a relationship and you are used to your partner always being with you. Maybe it's hard for you to be alone or imagine living alone. All your life you were surrounded by people and fans and people who adored you and found you beautiful. This can indicate that you have a habit of repeating relationship patterns from the past, which can lead to challenges in respecting your own needs. With that said, many people come to the conclusion that this is a bad placement to have or that these individuals are better off alone. In a past life or earlier in this life, you may have focused on finding balance, harmony, and fulfillment through one-on-one relationships. You may have a tendency to prioritize others, possibly at the expense of your own needs or individuality. You may feel most comfortable when you have someone by your side, which can lead to difficulty asserting your own needs and standing strong independently.

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[specialagentartemis]

Top 5 things (whether, like, subject-specific stuff or more general) you would like to impart to your students?

ohhhh this one really made me Think.

Grades do not define you. Grades are not worth getting upset over. Classes are about learning, not grades; grades are supposed to be neutral assessments to let you know how much of the material you have understood and what you still need to work on. We’ve gotten the incentive backwards and it sucks and isn’t your fault, but you are so much more than your grade. If you have learned anything new in this class, regardless of what grade you were assigned, then you have succeeded.

People in the past were just as smart as us. Including in the ice age. Including in the Neolithic. They weren’t stupid or oblivious; they had less information than you do, but they were just as smart as you, they were just as aware and thoughtful and opinionated about their lives as you, and they made decisions that same way you’re able to.

However, sometimes people thought in wildly different ways than you, had different priorities than you, lived in a fundamentally different world than you do and they shaped it and were shaped by it. What seems obvious to you was not necessarily obvious to them, and what made sense to them won’t always make sense to you. Understanding why people think what they think, why they do what they do, is crucial—but doesn’t mean you have to agree with it. You have to learn how to understand how other people think and construct their worldviews, why what they do makes sense to them, and it has nothing to do with whether YOU think that’s morally right or not.

Collaboration with the descendant communities of the archaeology sites you’re working on is really important to modern archaeology! Archaeologists have an ethical obligation to work with, listen to, and do right by the people whose past we study. We don’t just get to sweep in, dig stuff up, and leave back to our universities. Sometimes we study our own communities’ past, but often we don’t—and we don’t get to be the unilateral authorities of what that past means.

Do not take “souvenirs” from archaeological sites aaaaaaa

[lynzishell]

Music: 🎶🎹🎶

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Transcript below the cut:

Brindleton Bay - Winter

Atlas: Hey pop.

Alexander: I didn’t realize anyone was home. Atlas: Sorry. You don’t have to stop. Alexander: In that case, any requests? Atlas: Surprise me. Alexander: Are you singing or listening? Atlas: Just listening today.

Atlas: I’m going to miss this. Alexander: Shall I keep playing? Atlas: Actually, can we talk?

Alexander: Of course. What’s on your mind? Atlas: I want to tell you how grateful I am for everything you’ve done for us. Alexander: I’m just happy to be in a position to be able to help my kids when they need it. Although, I have no doubt you two would’ve found a way even if I wasn’t. Atlas: Maybe. But I’m not just talking about this last year. Since the day I met you, you’ve been a better father to me than my own ever was, and I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much that’s meant to me.

Alexander: I’m happy I could be here for you. And I probably don’t say it enough, but I love you, Atlas. I love you like you’re my own. And I’m very proud of what you and Asher have accomplished, your determination and drive, your ability to collaborate both in your work and in your relationship. It’s been a pleasure to witness, and it’s been a pleasure having you here. This house won’t feel the same with you gone, so I hope you’ll come back to visit us as often as you can. This will always be your home, and I don’t want this situation with Ezra to keep you away.

Atlas: No. I don’t want that either. I’m going to talk to him, I just… [sighs] I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to him. Alexander: Well, what do you think went wrong the first time? Atlas: [scoffs] He proved himself to be the same arrogant prick he’s always been. Alexander: Mhm. Can you be more specific?

Atlas: He’s always had this grandiose attitude, thinking of himself as some kind of savior or something, especially when it came to our friend Henry. But all he ever did was tear him down. And yes, he helped him out in the end, got him out of that place, but it’s like he wants recognition and praise for that without taking any responsibility for the ways that he hurt him, and it just makes it clear to me that despite what anyone else thinks, he hasn’t really changed that much.

Alexander: I see. Tell me, Atlas, is the reason you all decided he shouldn’t be allowed in our home while you’re here because you’re upset about how he treated Henry? Atlas: Well, no, of course not.

Alexander: In that case, perhaps it would be better this time to focus on yourselves. What happened between Ezra and Henry is between them. If you’re going to move forward, then you need to work out whatever is between the two of you. Atlas: Right. Sounds obvious hearing you say it. Alexander: [shrugs] It’s much easier said than done, I’m sure.

Atlas: Thank you. Alexander: Anytime. Atlas: … Alexander: Is there something else? Atlas: No. No, I just get the feeling that you don’t think we should’ve asked him not to come here.

Alexander: Well, you know, Megan and I decided a long time ago that we wouldn’t meddle in our kids’ lives, we’d trust them to work things out for themselves, and we wouldn’t get involved unless we were invited to do so. And if this is the solution that you all decided was best, then it’s not my place to say you’re wrong.

Atlas: But it’s not what you would’ve done? Alexander: Probably not. Atlas: Fair enough. I’ll talk to him. Alexander: Good.

[crownics]

Quotes from “John & Paul: A Love Story In Songs”

PROLOGUE

“Great Britain seemed stuck in some long-gone era of top hats and dirty chimneys, all vitality spent. But from its damp soil sprouted a life force so vigorous that it jump-started a new epoch. It didn’t come from the country’s capital, either, but from the suburbs of a provincial city in industrial decline, streets forlorn with war damage. Here two teenage boys invented their own future, and, in doing so, our present. Neither John Lennon nor Paul McCartney studied music; they couldn’t even read the notes. They schooled each other, and then they schooled the world.”

“The micro-culture of the Beatles, which had such a decisive impact on our culture, germinated in the many hours that John and Paul spent in Paul’s front parlor or in John’s bedroom, guitars on laps, making songs, poetry, and laughter.

This is a book about how two young men merged and multiplied their talents to create one of the greatest and most influential bodies of work in history. The partnership of Lennon and McCartney was responsible for 159 of the Beatles’ 184 recorded songs, and they were the dominant creative decision-makers within the group. [...] This is also a love story. John and Paul were more than just friends or collaborators in the sense we normally understand those terms. Their friendship was a romance: passionate, tender, and tempestuous, full of longing, riven by jealousy. This volatile, conflicted, madly creative quasi-marriage escapes our neatly drawn categories, and so has been deeply misunderstood.”

“We think we know John and Paul; we really don’t. A popular narrative about the group and its central partnership emerged in the wake of the Beatles’ demise in 1970. [...] After Lennon’s untimely end in 1980, this narrative became canonical. Somehow it survives, albeit in a moth-eaten form, even though it says more about the cultural and political preoccupations of a bygone era than about what actually happened. ‘John versus Paul’ is still the polarizing shorthand by which fans and writers discuss the Beatles. But as the protagonists themselves often acknowledged, there was no ‘John’ without ���Paul’, and vice-versa. Their collaboration, even at its most competitive, was a duet, not a duel.”

“The standard narrative has distorted the true personalities of Lennon and McCartney, and impoverished our understanding of the Beatles’ music. We need a new story, not least because recent years have seen the emergence of important sources of evidence that definitively undermine the old one.”

“From the moment they began writing, Lennon and McCartney conceived of the pop song not just as a tune with words but as a way of processing overwhelming pain or joy, or both, and as a means of communication. They saw the song this way because they needed to. They were both deeply emotional men who had the fabric of their world ruptured at a young age, and they longed to connect — with each other, with audiences, with the universe. When they couldn’t speak what they felt, they sang it.”

“As millions reel at the sudden, violent death of one of the most famous and loved men in the world, that mean and paltry phrase hits the headlines: ‘It’s a drag.’ McCartney’s apparently emotionless demeanor seems to confirm what many already suspect: that Lennon and McCartney fell out years ago and no longer had any affection for each other. Amid the sadness, this news arrives like another little death. The infectious joy the two of them took in each other’s company had been so plain, on stage, on screen, and, above all, in music. Now one is gone while the other chews gum and makes glib remarks.

Whatever happened to John and Paul?”

[yearsbecomingcool]

decided by my control | dmitri kravinoff

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pairing | high school wrestler!dmitri x childhood friend/enemy!reader

synopsis | you help dmitri with wrestling practice and it ends just like it always does.

warnings | 18+, nsfw, wrestler!dima, childhood friend/enemy!reader, dubious consent, verbal humiliation, physical humiliation, wrestling, daddy/mommy issues, titty sucking, wedgies, dry humping, and mean!dmitri.

word count | 2.5k

a/n | this is probably going to be a series, not exactly a multichapter fic but i love this dynamic a lot and want to write more with this pair!! sorry again about the lack of fics, my job is really beating my ass rn.

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“C’mon, my roommate’s gone for the rest of the weekend and I need my practice dummy now,” Dmitri demands, clutching your upper arm as he practically drags you down the hall. This was your routine at this point, ever since he’d started wrestling you had become his “practice dummy” as he liked to call you. 

You groan, still trying to drag yourself out of his grasp. Unfortunately for you all of his wrestling practice had made him bulk up a bit and his grip was iron strength. “Can’t this wait till tomorrow? I have homework!”

He rolls his eyes, “I don’t care, you’re helping me with this now.” He holds you in place as he unlocks the door and shoves you inside, causing you to stumble a bit. You throw your bag onto his bed and watch as he takes his time removing his bag. “Go on, get into position.” He doesn’t even look at you when he speaks to you. You’re not sure if it’s his way of trying to fuck with you but by now you know to obey when he gives you an order.

You reluctantly get into the position he’d taught you a few weeks ago, you always felt stupid when you’d do it. You weren’t sure why he kept choosing to practice with you, you hadn’t absorbed a single thing he’d taught you, you were an easy target, that’s probably why he kept losing all his matches. “So are we gonna do this or-“

Before you can finish your sentence he’s diving for your legs, tackling you to the ground. You let out a grunt as you feel the wind get knocked out of you. You’re quick to try and scramble back to your feet but it seems he’s been paying attention in his actual practices. He’s able to keep you down with ease, crawling on top of you and caging your limbs in with his own. His legs squeeze tight around yours and he’s quick to grab your wrists and pin them above your head with one hand. 

You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t arousing that he could so easily have you restrained like this. He’d done it often, using you for practice as weeks and each time it got you going like you could’ve never imagined. You’d stumble back to your dorm room and slink off into the shower to use the shower head the way god definitely hadn’t intended. You’d never admit to anyone that you had a thing for the spoiled Kravinoff kid, as far as everyone else knew you hated his guts. He was a complete menace to you daily, always picking at your outfits and sometimes going as far as humiliating you in the halls. He’d pulled your skirt up more times than you could count and always had a snarky thing to say about whatever underwear you’d worn that day. 

Dmitri has picked on you for years, going as far back as your childhood together. You were forced to be friends, your families being frequent collaborators in their less than legal businesses. He’d always teased you, pulled at your hair, found something to make fun of you for. You were convinced it had been his life's mission to make yours hell. You thought you’d gotten away at age 12, moving to America and starting at a new boarding school far far away from the Kravinoff family. But it just was just your luck that only a few years later Dmitri would end up being sent there as well as Sergei. He’d immediately set his sights back on you, eager to pick up where you’d left off. 

“Okay! You won, get off!” You groan, using your hips to try and lift yourself up off the ground and buck him off of you. All that had managed to do was grind your ass against his crotch. He slammed his hips down hard against you, squeezing his legs tighter against yours as he held you down.

“Nope. I’m pretty comfortable here actually,” he hums. You could already tell where this was going. He reaches down with his free hand, slipping it into the back of your jeans. You were fucked. His fingers curled around the cotton fabric. You’d worn a pair of cotton briefs that had a thick waistband, they were practically a handle for him to grab onto. His movements are slow but precise. He wants to inflict as much pain as he can, you know by now just how hard it gets him.

He pulls up on your waistband slowly, you bite your lip and curl your fingers into the carpet as you brace for the familiar burn of cotton pulled between your cheeks. You can’t help but squirm as you feel the sides of the leg holes cut into your delicate flesh, there’ll be marks later. You’ll look at them and touch yourself to the memory of how he debased you for his own amusement. 

He stretches the fabric expertly, the once full back panties practically turning into a thong from how he wrenches them up. You grit your teeth as you feel your cheeks pulled apart, the rough fabric pressed tight against your puckered hole. “Christ, you never learn. Still wearing these dorky undies, I told you to buy something cuter last time, didn’t I?” He taunts.

You whine, hiding your embarrassed face on the carpet. “Yes, you did. But I-”

He pulls up even harder now, the waistband at your mid back and the leg holes peeking out of your jeans. It was humiliating and incredibly painful with how tight the fabric was against your most sensitive areas. “No, no buts. I gave you an order and you disobeyed me. If you know what’s good for you then you’ll shut your mouth and take it.” He grinds his hips against your ass as he grabs the leg holes of your panties, using them like handles to wrench the fabric up even higher now. “I should start calling you a nerd, that’s basically what you are for wearing these things. This is why you’re still a virgin, you really think someone wants to fuck a nerd who spends her time getting wedgied like a loser? God, maybe I need to move onto swirlies next, really get it through your head what a loser you are for wearing these.”

Your eyes go wide and you lift your head up just enough to look back at him, “N-No! Don’t, I’ll buy new underwear I swear!” You could already imagine the humiliation it would bring you if he’d go through with it. 

He’s strong enough to overpower you now, it would be so easy for him to do. You wonder if he’d drag you by your underwear or maybe by your hair…maybe both, a hand in your hair and another wrapped around your waistband. He’d drag you into the bathroom, the carpet burning at your knees and screeching as your skin slid across the tile. He’d hold your face over the toilet, threatening to shove your head inside the porcelain bowl. “C’mon, go for a swim.” He’d dunk your head into the bowl, holding your head in place as he lets go of your overly stretched underwear to flush. The thought of the cold disgusting water swirling all around you, invading your nose and seeping into your skin and hair was enough to make you gag. 

“You better, you know I’m not bluffing.” He’s not, he always would follow through when it came to you. He tugs at your panties until they’re pulled right up to your neck. Every little movement you make just intensifies the pain, it feels like someone’s pulled a string up your ass and it’s almost unbearable. He finally lets go of the fabric, it snaps back down against your skin but stays wedged in place. Thanks to how tight your jeans fit it’ll be impossible to dig the fabric out from between your cheeks without fully removing your jeans. 

Just when you think he’s about to climb off of you he flips you over onto your back, using his legs to hold yours apart. He presses his crotch against yours, he’s semi-hard now. He lets go of your hands but you keep them in place obediently. He grinds himself against you, smirking down at your helpless figure. “You really are like a practice dummy, you barely even fight back. This is the most anyone has ever touched you, isn’t it? Better be grateful a guy like me would even look in your direction.” Dmitri moves to unbutton and unzip your jeans, tugging them down just a little to see your front waistband.

He reaches forward, gripping the front waistband tight as he straddles you once again. “Can’t leave her out, can I? That would just be mean…” He gives it a quick tug, smiling down at how your face contorted in pain. The fabric pulls taut against your cunt, threatening to part your lips and invade your most sensitive area. The pressure it’s putting on your clit is a confusing mix of pain and pleasure. “This is probably the closest anyone has ever gotten to playing with you down here, hm? I bet it’s still gonna get you wet, you’ll probably take whatever you can get at this point.” 

He pulls slowly, the drawn out pain causing you to lift your hips to try and escape it. It’s no use, he’s got you pinned and he has no plans of letting you go until he’s done with you. He leans down as he pulls, starting to plant kisses along your jawline. He pulls even harder now, nipping at your jaw as he does. He continues to grind against you while he plays with your cunt. “You’re always so good for me. I'm starting to think you actually like when I treat you like this,” he chuckles.

You bite your lip, rolling your eyes at his cockiness. “Shut up, Dima. I do not like th-” 

He cuts you off by pulling even harder, the fabric finally forcing itself between your lips, now painfully lodged against your slit. It’s so sudden that your body reacts before your brain, your eyes squeezing shut and a moan falling from your lips. Your toes curl and your hips buck up.

“What was that then? The last time a girl did that it’s because my fingers were buried inside her,” he smirks, “You didn’t even earn my fingers. You just get these stupid. dorky. panties.” He punctuates each word with a tug, the fabric moving against your clit 

You groan in pain as he moves onto your neck. He sucks and bites at your skin, doing his best to mark you up, occasionally pulling away to blow at where he’s nipped. You can feel yourself soaking the fabric that’s pressed so tight against your holes and your body feels like it’s on fire from embarrassment. “Fuck you, Dmitri!” You whimper, you sound so pathetic that you can’t help but cringe at yourself. 

He moves his thumb to toy with your clit lazily as he humps you. He keeps your panties pulled taut as he toys with you. “In your dreams, you don’t deserve my dick,” he mumbles, against your neck. He pulls away for a minute to lift your shirt, pulling down your bra to expose your breasts. He dives back down to kiss the newly exposed flesh. He doesn’t mean what he says, he’s spent countless nights in the dorm shower thinking of how you’d feel, how you’d sound when he finally gave you what you both wanted. 

“You don’t deserve my pussy or my tits, or any of me,” you shoot back in annoyance. You know he can be harsh, especially on bad days. You’d overheard him on the phone with his father when you passed him in the hallway that morning. You could faintly hear Nikolai screaming at Dmitri over the phone, your chest aching as you saw his face scrunch up and his shoulders hunch. You knew he didn’t deserve your pity but there was part of you that still cared for him. Maybe you were just as fucked up as he was. You’d feel guilty every time you’d go back to your room after your little wrestling sessions, you’d feel guilty as you shoved your hand between your thighs and thought of how he’d humped you and pinned you down and insulted you. 

He glares at you, nipping at the sensitive flesh around your nipple, increasing the pressure against your sensitive clit. “You know who my father is, I deserve whatever I want,” he snaps. 

You roll your eyes, whining softly as he speeds up his motions against your clit. “Entitled as ever, Dmitri.”

“Pathetic as ever, loser,” he fires back before licking your nipple, flicking it with his tongue. You tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling his face harder against your breast. He wraps his lips around the sensitive bud, sucking at it as he grinds down against you. You throw your head back, eyes squeezing shut as you moan in pleasure. 

You regain enough composure to speak, “I like you better like this, you’re a good boy when you’re quiet.” You relish in your temporary control over him. It’s short lived as he bites down softly on your nipple, causing you to yelp. You can practically feel him smirking against you. “Oh fuck you! I hope you lose your next match!” 

You’re both worn out and sensitive, close to your releases. He pulls away from your nipple, taking a second to blow on the sensitive skin. “If I do it’s your fault, lousy fucking pratice dummy,” he mumbles against your breast. He buries his face in your breasts as he speeds up his motions. 

You shamelessly let your whines and moans fall from your lips, “Maybe if you didn’t dry hump me every time you’d get better at this shit…and at least I show up, I cheer you on even though you get your ass handed to you every goddamn match.”

He nips at your breast again, practically telling you to shut up. “I’m gonna win this time and when I do I’m gonna fuck you under those bleachers…gonna show you how strong I am, how good I am…tell me I’m good…tell me I’m good…” His speech is devolving quickly, he’s close and so are you. You can feel your cunt clenching around the fabric. 

You whimper before speaking, “You’re so good Dima, you’re…you’re gonna win and show everyone just how good you are…” your eyes squeeze shut as you bite your lip softly. “Such a good boy, so strong…makes me feel so good always…even when you’re mean I can’t help but-” You’re cut off by your orgasm ripping through you, the pinch of Dmitri’s fingers around your clit being the final push you needed. 

His is quick to follow, as it rips through him he can’t help but wrap his lips around your breast again, sucking the sensitive bud as he sloppily ruts himself against you. He continues until his body finally calms, but he doesn’t pull away from your breast entirely. He lays his head against it like a pillow, drooling against your warm skin. “I-I’m gonna win tomorrow, I swear…”

Your hand comes up, carding your fingers through his hair soothingly. “I know you will Dima, I’ll be there to see it…promise.”

[tttopoftheworld]

I often post about Palestine but I'd like to take a moment to talk about what's happening in Bangladesh.

KEEP YOUR EYE ON BANGLADESH

TL;DR Students killed for protesting the government's quota system. Students are being arrested and murdered for speaking up about their deceased friends. Everyone is being threatened by the government and many social media platforms are being banned.

All I'm asking is to spread the word. Please. International pressure really works for our nation. We're dying here. UNICEF reports 34 children dead. There might be more. All reblogs and likes and shares are appreciated. Thank you. I guess I'll see you tomorrow.

Past

A movement protesting the government's quota system put forth by the father of our nation Sheikh Mujibur Rahman. This was placed in the first place to help the grandchildren of those who fought in the Liberation War of our country to get government jobs. We have a terrible job market here which is why many highly educated people leave the country. On 16th July, While protesting, a Student named Abu Sayed of Begum Rokeya University was killed by the police. This only stoked the feelings of injustice between the students.

During a press conference, the PM was asked about the quota for the grandchildren of veterans. Her response? "If we don't give jobs to the grandchildren of Veterans, will we give jobs to the grandchildren of Razakars?" Razakars are the people who collaborated with the Pakistani Forces to bring down the Bangladeshi freedom fighters. They betrayed the nation for their own gain.

Traitors.

Imagine calling the youth of your nation traitors.

Imagine calling almost 14 million young people who can't find a job despite their credentials betrayers.

Imagine cursing people who are protesting for job equality under a government with the all time highest corruption in the history of this nation.

On 17th July the broadband connection centre in Mohakhali was burned down. Mobile data services and communication were shut down by the PM. After 11 days the internet was properly restored.

On 19th July, A National Military Curfew was put in place by the Prime Minister to mitigate the unrest.

But that was last month. If you need details I highly recommend sources in Bangladesh like the Daily Star or reputable like Al Jazeera. The quota has since been lifted. Lives were lost. But it was for a good cause, right?

Right?

RIGHT?

Present

Well no. There's still a curfew in the capital. Several districts like Cumilla are still under attack. The government warns of not spreading misinformation yet still lie about the severity of the issue. The police are arresting those who protest as well as those who speak up. The students are demanding for the resignation of the PM. The PM obviously refuses to apologise or even acknowledge the deaths of some 147?

or is it 200?

They're not counting how many they're killing. They're not letting anyone else count either.

It is midnight here. This morning as in 4th August 2024, the students have called for a non cooperation movement. The Ruling Party Awami League will also be holding rallies across the nation tomorrow. I do not know what is going to happen to me. I do not want to think of what will happen to my family tomorrow. I don't really care. What I'm truly scared for is the future. As these protests do not end well here.

Future

Precedence says the PM will eventually resign. Every student protest of our nation has ended in momentary success.

Momentary

What comes after is usually a military regime. A caretaker government until a next government is chosen in a supposed election. Even then if they decide to hold an election. The caretaker government is usually run as a dictatorship. It was true for the 60s. It was true for the 90s. I don't doubt it will happen again.

I'm graduating next year. My niece is still new to the academic system. I wish her the best. My grandmas and grandpas are dead. Nobody left to pray for me. My aunts and uncles are growing old. My cousins can't speak up for fear. My mom is so tired. My dad is angry. I'm unsure if I will still be able to post the next couple of days.

All I'm asking is to spread the word. Please. International pressure really works for our nation. We're dying here. UNICEF reports 34 children dead. There might be more. All reblogs and likes and shares are appreciated. Thank you. I guess I'll see you tomorrow.

[makerofmadness]

ok so: Beast-Ancients Swap AU but actually the Beasts messed up the timeline and made it one

(I will explain I swear-) The following sprite edits and designs were a collaborative effort of me and @driftwoodmfb

(Lily's design and edit is not finished yet, and Ssalt isn't getting one until that character is released-)

general shoutouts to Driftwood for collaborating with me on this in a lot of aspects btw she's the mvp of this whole project

I am Very bad at concise descriptions but basically: "5v5 climactic final showdown occurs but the bad guys win and then the group consensus on what to all do together to compromise thanks to slightly different priorities is 'Hey we all really hate the ancients now so let's just like. Screw them over' so they basically used their combined virtues' powers or something (look all of this I came up with just to justify the AU's actual concept) to like reset and alter the timeline to swap their places with the ancients basically. and then they kinda accidentally get redemption arc'd in the process. Meanwhile the og ancients... are not happy"

I'm def gonna post more about these guys in the future (and also I like. Encourage people to send asks because I need enrichment dndndnmd! I have a ton of stuff sitting around about them and I love talking about them- so. Here's my attempt at an overview (I. Suck at being concise this took all day to not make way too long dndndndm):

Shadow Milk Cookie - Calls himself the Dark Moon Magician. He's quite braggadocious and more than a little mischievous, quite the show-off too, but he has a good heart down there (nowadays). Though he has often had to be badgered by the Light of Truth into actually telling the truth on things...

Eternal Sugar Cookie - You'll meet them someday. Just not now.

Mystic Flour Cookie - Her face and voice do not do much to express how much she despises the Cookie she used to be, and the Cookie she still sees whenever she looks in the mirror. She is the most eager to come clean to her Cookies, but something is holding her back... she decides to save it for when she has finally repented enough by her standards, to earn her position as queen. It's never enough.

Burning Spice Cookie - For the kingdom he rules, you may (or may not) be surprised seeing how little he cares for material riches. To him, lived experiences are the most precious things- hence why he's always looking for a good fight. Or to just have fun with those close to him- which is not many as he has had a history of issues- after all, transient things fall to time, but the impressions they leave can last up to forever...

Silent Salt Cookie - The fallen hero. It wasn't supposed to happen again. They all knew it could happen, they agreed to prevent it. Why did they make the same mistake...?

Pure Vanilla Cookie - The embodiment of the most common lie. He can string Cookies up to make them move and speak against their wills. He does this to himself often, when he grows tired. He is very ashamed of what he has become, but no matter, he will be fine once he regains the light of Truth, and exposes the truth of this world to all Cookiekind...

Hollyberry Cookie - Berry juice is a comfort to her, such is why she had wished so badly to drown her mind and all her pain in it. She is... frankly, harmless the way she is now. She doesn't have the power, pride or energy to fight. Her heart is just as full of love as it's always been, even if her mind's gone fluffy as frosting. So much that even being in a permanent stupor won't stop her from missing her family, still...

Dark Cacao Cookie - As he describes himself fully, an empty vessel without a will of his own, whose only goal is to carry out the will of fate. He will play his part in this story, for he knows there is no other way. After all, they'd tried to resist already, and it was all in vain. He is cold, empty, such was his resolve: to be unburdened by feeling, so that he would feel no pain...

Golden Cheese Cookie - Calls herself the Demonic Goddess. When she gets upset, she tends to fly into fits of destruction- which she has become very, very good at causing. She laughs it off, she laughs a lot in general, but she really does not like what she's become. However, she is still the same greedy Cookie as she always was, and still wants nothing more than to annihilate the ones who had displaced her and her friends and take back what is rightfully hers...

White Lily Cookie - Founder of the Lily Kingdom. She is a stern, serious figure who tries to keep everything under her control. She quickly silences those who tell her what she does not wish to hear untrue, unkind, or unnecessary things. She does not get very openly emotional often, and tends to address everyone with the same attitude even if it's her friends. (They can generally tell when she means well). She plans to silence all lies from Cookies' mouths, especially regarding who the "Heroes" and "Beasts" are...

(i. Never mentioned the name of the AU itself the whole time in this post did I? Ok uh that's Immemorial Interchange btw if I ever say that or II then I'm talking about this thing for future reference XD)

Edit: I have a tag on my blog for the au and I just kinda post whatever I feel like. Hope y'all can enjoy this I'm probably gonna be dumping a lot of stuff I've held on to. And I would love it if people send asks X3

[literaryvein-reblogs]

I’ve seen your post on how to compromise in romantic relationships, do you have one on how to compromise in platonic and familial relationships?

Writing Notes: Compromise

in Platonic & Familial Relationships

People with a compromising conflict style often try to resolve conflict by proposing seemingly equal compromises, such as meeting in the middle between two extreme positions or making a significant compromise just to move forward. Although a compromising conflict style can move a conversation forward, the solution may not address root issues, making this style unstable over time.

Compromise is essential in any relationship, particularly during conflict. Each partner must consider giving something up of similar value so that they meet somewhere in the middle (Grieger, 2015).

Encourage bouncing ideas off each other until both parties find a win for both of them. Capture the following:

What is the disagreement about?

What does a win for each person look like?

Brainstorm ideas that could lead to mutual satisfaction.

Often, resolutions to conflict and disagreement feel like a win to both parties; this is a win–win situation. The goal should be for mutual satisfaction.

The more individuals have a relational focus (i.e., a greater use of “we”) while narrating their experiences of compromise with family, the better psychological health they will experience (Lin et al., 2014)

The Conflict Management Styles

Include accommodating, avoiding, collaborating, competing and compromising.

People tend to have a dominant style.

The Thomas Kilmann conflict mode instrument, or TKI, is frequently used in conflict resolution training and identifies 5 distinct modes that people use to handle conflict (Thomas & Kilman).

Understanding your conflict handling style may help you handle future conflicts more effectively.

Compromising - usually indicates the person who is compromising is at the mid-point on the assertiveness scale and the mid-point on the cooperativeness scale.

That means that the compromiser tries to find middle-ground by taking care of his/her needs as well as the needs of others.

The compromiser does try to cooperate but not at his/her personal expense.

The compromising style shows a moderate concern for self and others.

Even though you may often hear that the best way to handle a conflict is to compromise, the compromising style is not a win/win solution but a partial win/lose.

When you compromise, you give up some or most of what you want.

The conflict gets resolved temporarily, but lingering thoughts of what you gave up could lead to a future conflict.

Compromising may be a good strategy when time limitations or conflict prolonging may lead to relationship deterioration.

Compromise may also be good when both parties have equal power or other resolution strategies have not worked (Macintosh & Stevens, 2008).

Compromising may help conflicting parties come to a resolution, but neither may be completely satisfied if they each had to give something up.

Compromising Style: This style aims to find an expedient, mutually acceptable solution that partially satisfies both parties in the conflict while maintaining some assertiveness and cooperativeness. “This style is best to use when the outcome is not crucial and you are losing time; for example, when you want to just make a decision and move on to more important things and are willing to give a little to get the decision made,” Dr. Barbara Benoliel, a certified professional mediator and mitigation specialist, says. “However,” she adds, “be aware that no one is really satisfied.”

People often get accommodating and compromising confused.

Accommodating means sacrificing your needs/wants/desires for what the other wants without them giving anything in return.

When you compromise, both parties give something and gain something.

A negative of compromising is that it may be used as an easy way out of a conflict.

The compromising style is most effective when both parties find the solution reasonably agreeable.

Example: Rosa and D’Shaun could decide that Casey’s allowance does need to be increased and could each give her $10.00 more a week by committing to taking their lunch to work twice a week instead of eating out. They are giving up something, and if neither has a problem taking their lunch to work, the compromise is equitable. If the couple agrees that the 20 extra dollars a week should come out of D’Shaun’s golf budget, the compromise is not as equitable, and D’Shaun, although he agreed to the compromise, may end up with feelings of resentment. Dialogue may assist this couple to find a win-win outcome.

In the Workplace. Compromising is a conflict resolution strategy in which you and the other party willingly forfeit some of your needs to reach an agreement.

It’s known as a “lose-lose” strategy, since neither of you achieve your full goal.

This strategy works well when your care for your goal and the relationship are both moderate. You value the relationship, but not so much that you abandon your goal, like in accommodation.

Example: Maybe you and a peer express interest in leading an upcoming project. You could compromise by co-leading it or deciding one of you leads this one and the other the next one.

Compromising requires big-picture thinking and swallowing your pride, knowing you won’t get all your needs fulfilled.

The benefits are that you and the other party value your relationship and make sacrifices to reach a mutually beneficial resolution.

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 ⚜ More: References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

Hope this helps with your writing!

[phoenixyfriend]

Feb. 26, 2025 - Status of the Colourpop New Moon Collection argument

Hi! No idea if you're a follower who's been following me and my decision to try to cyberbully a multimillion dollar company into doing the right thing. If you're not, you may be confused! I explain under the cut, including a timeline of actions so far.

If you're not new, then the latest is that they do appear to be deleting some comments on this issue, and possibly shadow-banning.

So... maybe it's working? Here are the links to the six places where they can be contacted. Pick one and have at it. Use one of my past posts (post one, post two) if you need suggested phrasing.

Email contact form: private, and slow response times, but this is the place where we can make the longest arguments/explanations of the issue and why we care. This is something you do once or twice, and keep polite, then go over to the social medias to grind them down.

Instagram: The one I've been haunting. They post several times a day, but often about specific products that I don't feel give me a segue option.

TikTok: I don't have TikTok but given its presence in the marketing world, I assume they post there as often as they do on Instagram, and with pretty much the same content as their reels. I feel like TikTok is wild enough for me to tell you to give 'em hell.

YouTube: exists, but they haven't used it in nine months, so not really on top of things. That said, if it's your ONLY social media, go for it. Can't hurt.

Facebook: I can't actually access this one so I don't know what's going on there, and the link appears to be broken. If you can find their page, go for it.

X/Twitter: Like Facebook, I can't really access this one (I'm using xcancel to see it in chronological form), but it looks like they're bragging about Chappell Roan approving of their makeup. So uh. If you follow her on any platform, ask her if she approves of the situation (also of the Harry Potter collaboration, which is directing money through merch royalties to JKR's transphobic lobbying, something I'm sure Chappell Roan would also be unhappy with).

EDIT: I put the wrong year up top, this post was made in 2025, not 2024. Hopefully this edit will show on reblogs of the original since it's under the cut. Sorry for the mistake.

The short explanation version: Colourpop is a cosmetics company known for fun colors and cool collaborations. At the start of 2024, they started releasing a collaboration with Twilight.* January of 2025, they dropped a New Moon collection. Given that the Quileute people have not seen a cent of the Twilight money despite the massive role their people and culture played in it, much of the fandom has decided that the best approach to any Twilight merchandise is to send a portion of the profits to the Quileute "Move to Higher Ground" fundraiser, meant to relocate their town away from the danger posed by higher sea levels. Colourpop has made no statements on donating to the fundraiser, and it's a topic I care about enough to try and galvanize people into making it happen.

The long version: here. And here. And here.

* I wasn't paying attention at the time, as I'd last purchased from them in 2020 (the Safiya Nygaard collaboration), and I'd only come back because they were having a massive sale back in early January. The New Moon collection hadn't dropped yet so I didn't see it, and the first Twilight collection was in colors I don't wear much, so I was more focused on being mad at the Harry Potter stuff.

I am not the first person to have expressed frustration about this to Colourpop, and it's not the first problematic collab they've done. However, they are smaller than many make-up companies, so it feels possible to actually move the needle here, which is what I'm hoping to do.

To be very clear: My goal is not to get the makeup pulled from shelves or to get a public apology. My goal is to get money directed to the fundraiser. That is what's important here, not any virtue signalling or grandstanding. If there is no donation, then we want a statement as to why. Those are the demands: donate, or explain why you won't. We focus on this.

Timeline:

I sent my first email on January 19th, posted about it here the same day, and then started commenting on their New Moon Instagram posts on February 3rd.

I sent a second email on February 9th, as the promised "3-5 business days to respond" had come and gone.

I was temporarily blocked from commenting on anything by instagram on suspicions of being a bot due to suspicious activity, lasting a week. During that time, I continued updating tumblr posts with links to instagram posts that I thought posed an opening (being about the New Moon collection, about sales that weren't content-specific, or that had some phrasing that I thought invited response, like 'what do you want to see?').

Feb. 10: In response to one comment where I admittedly baited them by being ambiguous enough for them to think I had a problem with an order instead of my usual comments, they deleted said comment and DMed me directly. I responded, explaining my actual issue, and they left me on read.

On February 14th, they responded to my Feb. 9th email, likely spurred by the DM conversation. I assume the folded whatever case file the Jan. 19th email had opened into that one. The response was very canned, but it was at least some response.

Since then, I tried sending another email through the contact form, and it failed to go through since I already have 'open threads,' which I'm guessing is an automatic filter and not targeted.

I have continued to comment on their Instagram posts, and have also encouraged others to do the same. One of those posts was taken down after a day, but I don't think it had to do with us; rather, they were getting a lot of flack for perceived violations of some kind of health and safety thing (iirc people were arguing over what length of beard required a net).

Today, February 26th, we have confirmation from @rairii that comments on this topic are being deleted. Not all, possibly for plausible deniability of 'see, we're not trying to hide the problem!' while still making it harder for the layperson to see, but at least one of theirs. This tumblr user also appears to have been shadow-blocked in some way, as they are unable to access colourpop's page at all on mobile.

So. That's where we're at now.

Let's hope we're getting a little closer to them making a statement on this issue.