#help I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole and I can’t get up

[theblueflower05]

Since posting my Omega!Neteyam, Omega!Lo’ak and my teensy tiny Omega!Jake ficlet I’ve had tons of asks and messages with people who are curious about the dynamic.

What does an Alpha!Female and Omega!Male look like?

Does it mean the female is masculine and the male is feminized?

And my answer is no. Not inherently.

I mean I’m sure it exists, the same way that it does in the real world. People are people and we all fall on a spectrum of both “masculinity” and “femininity”

But for my story, in my opinion, in my little escapism world that I’ve had a ball writing that just isn’t the case.

So I thought it’d be fun to think about some parings from other fandoms that I think portray the Alpha!Female x Omega!Male tropes

Below you’ll find a list, in no particular order, of couples that in my head are Alpha!Fem & Omega!Male:

Daphne Blake and Fred Jones- Scooby Doo

Padme Amidala and Anakin Skywalker- Star Wars

Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Melark- The Hunger Games

Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow- Game of Thrones

Brienne of Tarth and Jamie Lannister: Game of Thrones

Rachel Green and Ross Gellar- Friends

Lily Evans and James Potter- Harry Potter

I could go on but I think that kind of gives everyone a broad idea of what these pairings could look like!

Funnily enough, at least in my brain, female Alphas are extremely feminine. Like Divine Femininity incarnate. And male alphas are warriors, they’re as strong as they are soft.

Idk. I’m having a ball with this. Chime in and let me know some of your ideasssss. I’m trying to drop the new Chapter of Omega Neteyam either tomorrow or Sunday!!!

[grizabellasolo]

THINGS I HAVE LEARNED FROM ATTACK ON TITAN:

1) War is hell. This show highlights traumas, the results of war and its effects in people. It is a beautifully terrifying reminder that war affects everyone around it, not just those fighting in it.

2) QUEER PROPAGANDA and I am HERE👏FOR👏IT👏. ENBY (they/them) mad scientist type? Hange Zoe. Brooding gay? Reiner Braun. Transmasc? Armin Artlet. Problematic lesbian? Ymir. Sunshine gay? Erwin Smith.

3) To mind my own fucking business (RIP Marco).

[monnaow]

ok why’s he kinda…

[basilf1res]

I’ve fallen down the fanfiction rabbit hole help I’ve been down here since 2019-

[smallfry15005]

Writing a fanfic be like:

If any of my readers are surprised by the direction this is going, don’t worry.

I am too.

We’re in this together.

[sinning-23]

Piercings (Sanji x Reader)

I’ve fallen down the one-piece rabbit hole and most likely have a new hyperfixation I don't care they’re all hot and I will write like my life depends on it. Anyway, ENJOY SOME SANJI 💃🏾✨

Pt.2 out now! (18+)

Warnings: flirting, heavy touching, mentions of needles, kissing omg so scary

You're leaning against the bathroom sink, trying your damdest to keep a steady hand while you try and slide the needle through the skin of your lip. This wasn’t your first rodeo, considering you have plenty of piercings from your past. Whether it was a manic episode, a silly little impulse decision, or one you'd been wanting for a while, you had them.

Being out on the ocean didn’t really leave you a chance to go and get them done by someone in a shop but you picked up tips and knew what to do for the most part. Besides, if you messed up, you'd just have a little story to tell about it later!

You focused, taking one swift, deep breath before letting the metal into your skin, moving calculated with the jewelry, eyes watching a bit from the shock. This one was a bit easier since you’d had them before and the holes had closed. Observing your face with a smile, satisfied with your work you exit the bathroom.

As far as you knew the only other person with a semi noticeable piercing was Zoro. And even though you two didn’t really bond over it, it was something you had in common. Nami had her ears pierced as well but that was cause you'd offered when she mentioned wanting them. Commotion from the kitchen slows you down and you can’t help but let curiosity get the best of you. It was most likely just Sanji making something for lunch.

“Good morning!” You announce, making your way to the countertop to take a seat.

As predicted, Sanji was focused on his craft, hands moving from different ingredients to one big pot and two smaller pans steaming away behind him. Nami waves and smiles in response as Luffy follows behind her, snatching up an orange before smiling your way.

"Good morning Y/n!" Luffy beams, the kitchen falling in silence once again when the pair leaves.

...does this mf not see you sitting here all pretty?

"Good morning to you too my beautiful, wonderfully glorious, super sexy, absolutely adored y/n" You state, albeit a bit teasing.

He looks up for a moment, not missing the way you had rolled your eyes at the fact that he hadn't bothered to return the acknowledgment to you.

"Good morning chérie." He smiles, always intrigued by your chipper yet, slightly flirtatious attitude.

When you first arrived, it was really just to be an extra set of hands and someone with a rather extensive knowledge of islands. Not to mention pretty damn good with the locals considering you were a people person much like your captain. Anyway, Sanji tried his hand at the compliments and pet names, but you always returned them with quick wit.

In all honesty, it shocked him, and soon you were engaged in a mutual flirtatious game of cat and mouse. Pet names became hushed compliments and whispers in one anothers ear. Brief touches became prolonged and damn could you two hold eye contact. At this point, it was basically an eye-fucking starting contest.

You grin at him, tucking your lower lip between your teeth.

Sanji paused for a moment to examine your face, four shiny dots along your lower lip, two on either side. He swallows hard, trying to shake himself out of his thoughts. What a pretty mouth.

"New piercings?" He questions, turning away from you and back to the stove.

You give a quick, "mhm!" and hop off to hover beside him.

"Shark bites, I mean, we are on the open ocean so why not!" You explain, leaning against the stove for a moment before jumping back with a hiss. Leave it to you to get injured while trying to mess around and chat in a busy kitchen!

It's instantaneous when Saji turns to see if you're injured, his own coming to yours to observe the burn. It wouldn't be the first item he's asked you to not mess around in here while he's working but you were so damn hardheaded, he knew this. But you just couldn't help it!

Unbeknownst to him, being around him and seeing him was the highlight of your day. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't developed feelings for the flirt. But considering he wasn't just flirty with just you, but Nami too, you'd made plenty of excuses and reasons to back off, even toning down your flirting a bit, thinking that you were getting in the way of who he really wanted.

It always killed you on the inside little bit, thinking of how one day maybe Nami would fall victim to his charm like you had. She'd be the one to whisper things to him, the one to press kisses to his face in adoration maybe. It was an odd way to punish yourself and keep your distance, imagining unrequited love but hey, to each their own.

However, unbeknownst to YOU as well, Sanji had developed a old-fashioned crush. How could he not! He loved the teasing, if he was being completely honest. He loved how you stayed just close enough to him to make his heart beat faster. He'd be more than happy to have you closer in all honesty. Pretty face, pretty personality, witty, fierce, bold as hell might he add.

Not to mention shawty got a body on her- Sanji redirects his focus, looking up into those pretty (e/c) eyes.

Taking your hand he pushed it under the icy water from he sink a silence washing over you.

His hands are bigger than yours, littered with scars as he rubs circles over the top of your hand in comfort. You swallow hard, trying to distract yourself from how warm his grasp feels on your wrist. Gentle but warm, contrasting with the harsh water. He's focused, lips and teeth fiddling with a small silver sphere while he turns the water off and grabs the aid kit beside him.

"Sanji." You breathe out, searching his eyes and lips briefly.

"Stick out your tongue....please?" You ask, seeing him swallow hard, ears flushed red., heat spreading to his cheeks. He doesn't follow through with the request.

Using your free hand, you follow the curve of his jaw before using your thumb to slide down his lips. Soft.

"I'll show mine if you show yours." You offer, letting your tongue slide over your lips deceivingly.

He's got this damn irresistible puppy look in his eyes, his lips parking only a bit before he sticks his tongue out, the silver shining in the kitchen light.

You bit your lower lip for a moment, letting your tongue do the same, only for him to find that it was split. He stopped dressing your hand now, the pain greatly dulled with a new distraction.

"Any more surprise body mods I should know about?" Sanji questions, voice dripping with desire.

Keeping your distance was a joke at this point because you'd be damned if you did have your lips on him within the next 10 seconds.

"I could ask you the same. Though, you should take me out before you see what else I have on my body? Don't you think Sanji?" You whisper his name, testing the waters.

It doesn't take much else for him to lean forward, your lips connecting like puzzle pieces. It's a soft pec at first, but soon becomes hungry and consuming, his pierced tongue sliding over your split one. It's hotter in here, his body caging you in, your hands fighting between staying on him, or resting against the countertop for support.

The tobacco on his tongue is addicting, just as much as the way he makes a point to make you feel the small metal sphere. There's only a moment to breathe, but when you do your right back on each other, this time, finding more stability with your arms around his neck, and his hands at your hips, thumbs tracing just above the curve of your ass. And then he feels it.

"Back dermals. Impulse decision but the backshots are nice."You hum, pulling at his lower let gently with your teeth.

He groans, the grip on your hips becoming tighter when he dips his lips down to the skin of your neck, sucking for a moment in debate. Your bodies are pressed flush against each other, his ears red as the color spreads to his cheeks. It's so damn hot in here.

"Backshots huh?"All takes is a whimper from you and he's back to work, the metal from his piercing sliding over your skin.

A look of horror washes over you before you can respond back, and you're pushing against him in a hurry. He opens his mouth to question what's wrong, anxiety seeping into his chest but before he can ever get a chance to overthink, you're already shouting.

"THE STOVE, SANJI! THE STOVE! ITS ON FIRE!"

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LMK IF YOU WANN BE TAGGED IN PT.2

that one gets a little(a lot) spicier and uninterrupted by kitchen chaos and fire hazards

[kiwixlime]

Quiet and Confident

X is for Xennial 

You really love this old man.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader Notes: I haven’t died! I have just been through so much since I last updated anything and as much as I told myself I could do things, I just wasn’t in the right headspace. In these two years, I’ve fallen in and out of love, dealt with natural disasters, ups and lows of my emotions, and a boring list of other things. But I’ve been going down the rabbit hole lately, replaying my games, and I’ve been missing my boys so badly. And for the first time in forever, I have the inspiration to pick up where I left off. Who knows how long this will last. But right now, it feels right. I feel happy and ready to move on. So I present this. I felt it was the easiest way to ease back into writing. A simple and short one shot that of course includes our favorite dilf.  Warnings because we need those: Just some fluff and some suggestive conversation. Age gap, obviously. I love old man Joel. It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything interesting so I’m not ready to dive right back into the smut yet haha. Soon, though! Soon. Anyway, this is short and sweet because it’s been a roadblock in my drafts and I have better things planned and I just want to get this out of the way. Definitely not my best work, but I promise better things are ahead. 

“Ha, Xennial.” 

“Somethin’ funny to you?” 

“Nope, nothing.” 

“You’re askin’ for it.” 

“Asking for what, grandpa?” 

Joel groans and mutters something to himself. You can’t help but laugh, sitting up in your bed, bringing your arms out in front of you to stretch yourself awake. The sun barely seeps through the curtains of your bedroom, but there’s enough of a glow for you to take in the markings that embellish your wrists. You smile, tucking your hands into your lap. 

“We should be more careful,” you express, catching his attention again. 

Curious, he enters your room, closing the bathroom door behind him. His sculpted figure makes its way to the edge of your bed. You stare in awe as he stands tall over you. He's old, but he's Godly. So fucking Godly. With a concerned pout, he holds his hands out, urging you to show him your wounds. 

When you comply, revealing the reddening marks and deepening bruises, he frowns. In the moment, he loves being rough with you. There's nothing better than listening to you beg and plead and whimper like a desperate little bitch. But once the lust wears out, he feels a little bad for treating you so...dirty. 

“Sorry, princess,” he hums and brings your wrists to his lips. His warm breath hits your skin, sending goosebumps up your arms and warmth throughout your belly. “Grandpa just can’t help himself.” 

“Oh, ew,” you whine, yanking yourself away from him. You fall back onto the bed, pulling the sheet up with you to cover your grossed-out face. You started it, but ew. “You ruined it.” 

“Hey,” he chuckles, lowering himself onto the mattress with you. “You started it. Callin’ me old 'n' shit.” 

“I’m sorry!” You giggle, exposing your face to him as he slowly pulls the white cotton fabric off your body. He's barely listening as he takes in the sight of you, gorgeous and innocent, just for him. “I just can’t get over it. Xennial.” 

“Why is that so fuckin’ funny to you?” He asks with a smile, his focus back on your face, finding you absolutely adorable with your cheeky smile and glistening eyes. 

Last night, before heading home, you guys were out with your sister and his brother and a few others, just shooting the shit and having a drink. Tommy referred to Joel as an Xennial and for some reason, you just lost it. It was the funniest thing you'd heard. 

“It’s just another way of calling you old,” you say like it's the most obvious thing in the world. “I like it.” 

“Yeah, well,” he huffs, feigning annoyance. “You weren’t thinkin’ I was too old for you last night, tied to the bed and beggin' to be--.” 

You grunt, slapping his arm. He’s not wrong. And he knows you’re joking. You like the fact that Joel is so much older than you. It’s not some weird kink thing, even though it seems that way and you happily play along to the roles. But there’s maturity in him, wisdom, and he doesn’t play games with your emotions. He’s straightforward and too old for bullshit. He lets you know what he wants and you love that you don’t have to guess. 

Plus, you feel comfortable with him. He’s strong and tough and sometimes a little scary, but he makes you feel safe. More than that, he teaches you how to hold your own; he teaches you how to protect yourself. You appreciate that. He’s delicate with your feelings and serious about your well-being. 

“Speaking of,” you say, the tone change in your voice is not lost on the older man. “You’re getting careless in public, you have to be careful or my sister will find out.” 

Thickness fills the air around you, leaving Joel with an uneasy feeling in his gut. You can feel the tension raying off of him and practically suffocating you. "Right," he says. 

Recalling the night prior, you can’t count the number of times Joel almost slipped up in front of everyone. It was either an intimate look that lasted a few seconds too long, a touch that was borderline indecent, or just his overall demeanor showing that he was way too close to you. Luckily, no one noticed as they were either occupied or intoxicated, but one of these days you won’t be so lucky. And your sister will lose her shit. 

“Is it the age thing?” He asks with a frown, his spirit darkening a bit. In all seriousness, his age is a bit of a sore subject between you two. He made sure a thousand and one times that you were okay with the large gap that existed between you two, and you were - you are. But sometimes it still gets to him. 

The last thing he wants is for someone, your sister especially, to think he has ill intentions towards you. And he doesn’t want people thinking badly of you, either. Even at the end of the world, the town loves their gossip. 

You’re young, but you’re not naive, you’re not stupid or careless, you know what you’re getting yourself into.  

“That and you know…” You trail off when you notice he’s lost in thought. 

“What?” He asks, dumbly, and you laugh. You stare at him, waiting for his brain to catch up, and when it finally clicks he lets out a small “oh.” 

“She wanted you first,” you finish, watching his face fall. He looks uncomfortable, squirming a bit under your gaze. It’s not something he likes remembering, mostly because it brings his tired brain back to the age thing again and leaves him with a sour feeling in his stomach. He’s not a creep. He’s not. Right? 

“And I wanted you,” he says softly, shyly almost. He doesn’t have to say much for you to know what’s going on in his gorgeous head. It’s painfully obvious. 

“And I wanted you,” you reply. “I know there’s something, deep down in your gut, telling you that this is bad, but I’m telling you to ignore it. I’m an adult, Joel. I’ve been an adult for years.” 

“I know that,” he sighs. “It’s just--” 

“It’s nothing,” you say firmly. “Look around, love. Look at the world we’re living in. If we find love, if we find comfort, who are we to deny it?” 

“I like what you’re sayin’,” he admits with a handsome grin, his hand finding yours, counting your fingers as he presses soft kisses to each one. He brings your palm to his cheek, resting against it and looking at you with such adoration. “You have me wrapped around your finger, you know that?” 

You hum, eyes fluttering closed, loving what he’s saying and how he says it. His naked body relaxes against yours as he climbs on top of you. Warm lips find your neck, sending your sensitive body and mind into a spell. You could stay here forever, getting lost within him, making yourself at home in his embrace. God, your sister would be so disappointed for so many reasons. 

“Everyone always says I’m just the younger version of her,” you whisper, killing the mood as Joel’s lips falter against your skin. He pulls away, brows furrowed in confusion and a little disappointment. “Sorry,” you squeak. 

“Somethin’ on your mind?” He asks with concern. 

Sighing, you sit up, Joel grumbling in disappointment as he sits up with you. “I don’t question whether or not I want to be with you,” you tell him with certainty. “But she is the one person who scares me with this. She already thinks I’ve become a different person since coming to Jackson. And I keep going over last night. One of these days, we’re going to slip. And she’s going to kill you. I’ve always been told I’m just the mini version of her. So if she finds out, she’s going to think the worst of you. She’s going to think you’re the worst kind of pervert.” 

The rambling is doing your head in, but you can’t stop. Your inside thoughts are out there now and you can’t get them back on their leash. It’s been a while since you’ve panicked like this and you really don’t care for it. 

“Because I didn’t want her?” He scoffs, standing from the bed and grabbing his clothes from the floor. He slips his boxers on and then his jeans, feeling awkward being exposed during this kind of conversation. “You’re not a mini version of her,” he insists, sitting back beside you. “You look alike, sure, but that’s where the similarities end, darlin’. I promise.” 

It’s nice to hear, and it’s something you want to believe. But his words can’t erase years of everyone you know telling you how alike you and Lexie are. Maybe that’s why you’ve changed so much. It wasn’t the world ending, it was the newfound freedom. Here, you aren’t Lexie’s little sister. Here, you are your own being. And no one knows otherwise. 

“Listen,” Joel starts before your mind can spiral again. He grabs your hand, holding it tightly to keep you grounded. “Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I just don’t know Lexie well enough. But your sister, to me, seems like the type who is always tryin’ to impress everyone. I get the feelin’ she has the need to be liked; to fit herself into whatever shape someone asks of her.” 

Part of you wants to jump into your sister’s defense and tell Joel she's not like that. But you can’t seem to find your voice. And you’re not sure if you’d be lying or telling the truth. 

“But you aren’t like that at all. You don’t give a shit what anyone thinks, and you don’t cater to 'em. You don’t make yourself smaller to make everyone else feel more important. You’re quiet and confident. And I love that about you,” he finishes and you can hardly contain yourself. 

As the words leave his lips, you pounce on him, rolling him onto his back while you crawl on top of him. He lets out a little grunt and winces, grabbing onto your hips tighter than you were anticipating. 

“Oops,” you laugh. “Did I hurt your old back?” 

“Keep talkin’, sweetheart,” he says, gruffly. “I’ll show you how fuckin’ old I am.” 

You roll your eyes. “That doesn’t make any sense.” 

Joel grits his teeth before asking, “When does your sister get home?” 

You shrug. “Not for a couple hours, why?” 

He laughs and pushes himself up, quickly flipping your positions. He reaches for the binds tied to your headboard and grins down at you, fire in his eyes. “I just think you need a reminder,” he says. “of what happens when you talk back to me.” 

[silversainz]

Causing chaos ★ CP81

Pairing (s) Oscar piastri x fem!reader

# summary — it’s hot in Miami so what better way than to kill time than to have a water fight and also hunt down your friends.

# Warnings — all fluff, features from other drivers, like a few swear words, more-so a platonic fic rather than a romantic one, proofread but there might be some small errors. I’ve also fallen down the cscar rabbit hole and i can’t get up.

Miami probably one of the hottest places on earth, or at least that’s you said considering you could practically feel sweat falling from every part of your body.

You sighted for felt like the thousand time, the waving of your hand in front of your face doing absolutely nothing to bring coldness to your face. Oscar turned around to look at you, a little giggle escaping his lips as he saw you standing there like a mother at her son’s baseball game, one hand on your hip and the other hand fanning your face.

“Would you stop being a baby, its not that bad” you glanced over to where ocsar stood under the shade and a little fan in his face.

“You have a fan in your face….and you’re under the shade, what?’’ He chuckled at you as you went back to using your hand as a fan, groaning as it did nothing to help you. “Jesus hell, is satan coming or something, why’s it so hot” he walked over to you practically shoving the little fan in your hands.

“It’s literally Miami, what did you expect, especially when you’re wearing that” he pointed to your outfit, which for some reason you decided to wear jeans and a sweatshirt, that was definitely not Oscar’s old one that you stole from him.

“Listen i wanted to be a fashionable today….I’m now regretting that tho” you said. Oscar shook his head at your complaining and grabbed onto your hand, quite literally yanking you into the shade with him.

A few people gave you looks as he did, which in return you gave them an awkward smile and wave. “There feel better” he asked going to sit down on one of the chairs.

You nodded sighing in relief as the shade cooled you down, “yeah much better’’ you went to sit beside him, him giving you a soft smile as you did so.

Silence fell upon you two, which you liked. Enjoying the view, which wasn’t much considering you were literally in the middle of an stadium. But it felt nice, watching people walk around, different drivers doing some sort of game with footballers…and oh somebody putting down a bucket of water guns.

You looked at the person who sat them down, eyeing his every move as he throw some sort of towel over them so nobody could see them, but, oh, you did. You looked over at cscar who was busy doing something on his phone to notice you get up and make a run for the bucket, throwing the colored towel off, you picked up a water gun and ran over to where Oscar was still typing away on his phone.

“Hey piastri” his ears pricked up at the sound of your voice, he lowered his phone down and immediately jumped up from his seat when he saw what you were holding.

“Y/n, no. Put the water gun down” you giggled, finger on the trigger ready to shoot water at him, “and why not” he backed up from you hands covering his face.

A light scream erupted from his mouth as you shot the water at him. “Y/n what the hell” he laughed looking down at his orange mclaren shirt now covered in water.

You gripped your chest laugher falling from your lips, seeing the offended look on his face. But that laugher soon died down when his eyes locked on the bucket of water guns.

He gave you a wink before running full force towards the bucket picking up a random gun and running back towards you. Which in your vision was a scary sight to see, Oscar, a wide smile on his smile, as he ran towards you a gun in hand, finger on the trigger ready to now shoot you with water.

“Shit NO!” You scream feeling the water hit your chest, you both now ran around screaming and laughing as you both shot water on one another. The sight caused attention to other people around you who smiled to themselves seeing the two youngsters messing around.

“I call truce please” you gasped out of breath, and clothes now covered in all water from head to toe.

“You sure, love. Because I don’t think you mean that” you put your hand up, the other one still gripping the gun tightly in hand.

You nodded, “am sure” he was really falling for it you thought. He walked up towards you hand out and ready to call truce, but you took that has your opportunity and shot water straight at his face. He froze, hand wiping away the water from his face.

“Oh, love.. you made a big mistake’’ your breath picked up, feet ready to run. “Should have just called truce fairly” he said, re-picking up his gun. At that sight, you ran screams escaping your mouth as you felt water hit your back.

You turned around ready to aim and shot water back, but he was nowhere to be found. You saw a few drivers looking at you holding in their laugher while they pointed at an object behind one of the tents.

“Where” you mouthed towards Alex who had George and Charles beside him. As they pointed out where you bolted towards that area founding Oscar there reloading his gun with water.

“Wait shit’’ he looked up at you, a smirk on his face as he you saw standing there ready to aim the gun at him, but no water coming out. You were out of water

“I’m gonna give you a chance to run” you didn’t think twice your feet already hitting the fake grass beneath you as you ran away from him.

Your adrenaline ran high as you ran towards the bucket where the water guns where at. As you made it there, you didn’t know how he made there so quickly but you saw Alex standing there a gun already in hand for you to take.

You snatched it from his hand, turning around to shoot Oscar who was so close that you shot him in the face again. “Holy shit’’ Alex laughed from beside you not even caring that he got water on himself.

“The FACE again y/n” Oscar yelled at you as he cleaned his face yet again.

You hitched over hands on your knees as you took in deep breaths. “Didn’t know-‘’ you stopped yourself losing your breath from just speaking, “you where so close” you finally said straighten up your back now standing face to face with him, Alex shook his head at you two before walking away.

“Truce now” he held it his hand, which you took locking your hands together.

“Yeah, yeah, truce whatever”

You were about to drop your gun to the floor, when Oscar titled his head in the direction of a certain mclaren driver and former driver, lando and Daniel talking in the corner completely unaware of the situation that you and Oscar where in.

You giggled reloading your gun with water before you both bolted towards the two drivers. Now this, caught the eyes of many people watching in amusement as they saw the two youngsters running the mclaren driver and redbull driver.

‘’Oh lando” you sweetly called out, watching his head turn towards you. Daniel jumped already hiding behind him as he saw you two in front of them holding water guns.

“Oh fuck no-‘’ lando tried running away but between Daniel holding him in place and literally having nowhere to run, he was immediately covered in water.

Daniel laughed hard clutching onto his chest as he looked at lando, ‘’oh mate they got you good’’ he was laughing still that is until he saw you aim your gun at him, is when he started running. ‘’No fuck, no” he said while running around the field.

You laughed chasing him down, “oh Danny boy” fortunately he wasn’t fast enough as George caught him in his arms and turned him around so you could spray him with water

“Oh mate’’ George and Alex laughed as they saw Daniel’s RedBull shirt covered in water. “You’re both dead” that’s all he said as he ran away, low-key scaring you both.

“Alright kids i think it’s time to put the water guns down” Alex said, holding out his hands to take the water guns away from you both, which you both gave him, also accepting the towels that Charles handed you both.

“Now I think you both better hide from him, he turns into a mad-man with water guns’’ Charles said and that’s all it took for you both to start running away from that area, returning to your previous spot underneath the shade.

“Oh god should i be worried” cscar asked, sitting down on of the chairs, patting beside him so you could sit there bedside him.

you chuckled, “mmm, maybe a bit, he’s scary sometimes’’ you said drying your hair and taking off your sweatshirt revealing the shirt underneath.

“You had a shirt underneath the whole time!?’’ He pointed at your shirt, You laughed at him

“Yes, was gonna take my sweatshirt off, but then you oh-so cutely gave me your fan’’ he sighed throwing his towel to the side once he was completely dried off.

“Whatever’’

[childofthewolvess]

Regarding your spiritual psychosis posts: How does intersectionalism come into play when discerning and getting support with spiritual psychosis (or any psychosis for that matter).

I've seen the kinds of people who say some delusions aren't that serious, use miscellaneous excuses for it, ect. Some of them are personal experiences said individuals have had- I've also fallen down the rabbit hole of questioning that kind of thing myself.

That being said- a main pattern I've noticed with people who say these kinds of things, is that more often than not they have been harmed by the psychiatry industry. PoC and chronically ill individuals, queer people, ect. People who live in conservative areas where there *aren't* many good options for mental health help. Hell most doctors I've met throughout my life have been very similar, I've been falsely diagnosed with things I don't have or out right had doctors refuse to treat me for one reason or another. Medical abuse, especially against minorities is a very real and common issue. Discrimination against non Christians and having diagnostic criteria ignored because they're non Christian is a real issue.

You say to seek medical assistance if you suspect you or someone you know is going through spiritual psychosis but how do you manage the fact that in a lot of cases, seeking help can actively harm someone? I ask this genuinely because I think a lot of what you say regarding spiritual psychosis is something to be taken seriously but I struggle to trust anyone who simply says "Just go see a Dr" without acknowledging the amount of harm that could come of that. Bad health care isn't a rarity it's the norm in so many places.

Hey Anon! Thanks for the good question! This is a whole other topic, and I appreciate you bringing it up.

I want to make it clear that I keep telling people that if they recognize signs, they need to seek medical assistance, because there is truly nothing else I can do in this case. The only other thing I can do in this case is to keep spreading awareness - but I’ve also been yelled at numerous times on here for “armchair diagnosing” with my posts and so I am forced to make it very clear that I am not out to diagnose people, and I’m not a medical professional who can diagnose.

I also want to emphasize that like any other medical condition, psychosis is dangerous. It is not just a belief or experience. It should be treated as such. Like depression or other psychiatric disorders, we can’t separate them medically from other medical conditions. If you have a broken leg, you need to get it treated eventually; if you have psychosis, you need to get it treated eventually. Like a broken leg can end up in infection and worsening health, psychosis can end up as a life-threatening dangerous condition. Someone with psychosis, no matter their identity, is an at-risk individual who needs to find safe medical assistance as soon as possible. While I understand that safe healthcare is tough, especially in the United States for us marginalized folks, this is why it’s important to know your safe medical resources in your area and available to you.

At the end of the day, letting the problem worsen because of bad experiences with psychiatric care due to being marginalized identity are going to be more harmful than finding a safe resource and seeking help. Trust me, I understand this at the very bottom of my heart. I was a kid with psychosis in a military family and almost died because I was not aware of the resources I could reach out to. I lived in rural Kansas at the time. As sad at it is, this is reality: the problem gets treated, or it doesn’t. I got lucky and found that I could trust my social worker at school, and my parents were forced to take me to psychiatric care. I wouldn’t have survived if the school district didn’t make it clear that I needed immediate medical intervention. Even if it may be harmful at first to an individual, in the long run, it’s critical that any kind of medical problem that presents a threat to you others needs to be treated.

Here’s the other thing: even in these tough situations, there’s not much else you can do other than to encourage folks to seek safe healthcare and medical attention. Otherwise, you may be encouraging the problem or causing someone to fear medical help.

As a chronically ill queer and trans individual, I have been harmed by the psychiatric industry, but I also know that it’s important to understand that knowing your resources and safe spaces are integral. It took me years (and a couple of moves across states) to find a safe psychiatrist and therapist as well as medical care. Between a help line in your area, to an online therapist or psychiatrist, or any kind of hotline. There are outlets to seek help, especially for marginalized folks in mental health care. And I know this from first-hand experience. You must know your safe resources.

In fact, I grew up in a military family, and for those of you that are unfamiliar, mental disability and awareness is non-existent in military culture because if you had a disability, you were discharged. If you were suffering mentally, you’d lose your job. This is a rampant problem in our homeless veterans in the US. This mentality extended from active duty members to their families. PTSD in veterans was, and still is, the only recognized military psychiatric medical care. I grew up in a family that had the mentality of “fix it yourself.” I couldn’t get my psychosis treated until I was diagnosed with OCD far after my family was retired from the military. I’m a severely autistic and ADHD adult who was never diagnosed as a child because of mistrust in psychiatric fields and it caused a whole minefield of other problems years down the line. I grew up in the south and the Bible Belt, where safe resources were nill to none - but there were still resources. In this era of the internet, it’s better to seek that assistance than let the problem worsen.

Know your safe sources and medical help. Research in your area doctors or clinics that specifically mention queer care and support for marginalized communities. In the age of the internet, finding a hotline or safe nurse line you know that you can call to is critical. Find trusted friends or loved ones who can reach out for you when you can’t do it yourself. Create a circle around you of medical assistance you can at least try to trust.

[ominousvibez]

following up on this post i made the other day

Ninjago Dragons Rising Season 2a spoilers below

Arin is going through the ringer in season two. Which, I’m not complaining about—I love angst and seeing characters go through pain, because that’s how they grow to become stronger. You can’t make an omlette without breaking a few eggs, and whatnot.

But Arin is a passenger on the struggle bus and it gets a bit painful to watch, at some points.

It’s clear that, by the end of season one, he feels like he’s fallen behind Sora and Wyldfyre’s training; after all, he’s still the only one without an elemental power, and he’s only been able to successfully do his object Spinjitzu a few times, and all of those times were when someone he cared about was in danger. So when Season 2A starts up, and Arin struggles multiple times with just defeating the Bad Guys by himself, it’s obvious that the writers of Ninjago Dragons Rising are setting up something for him.

I’d talked about it in my previous analysis, but I do enjoy how Arin and Sora are pretty interesting as character foils. People have talked about how the dragon imagery with Sora conflicts with the growing Oni imagery given to Arin and how dragons and oni don’t mix; to be honest, I’ve never seen the last seasons of Ninjago, so I’m only picking up that lore from other posts, but I think that it’s interesting how Arin and Sora are developing together in opposite directions.

Sora is, obviously; getting stronger. She’s reached her True Potential, after all. While she doesn’t learn Spinjitzu in Season 2A, it’s obvious that she’s going to have it down by the second half of the season, maybe whipping it out in the finale just like her TP in the S1 finale. She’s also become a bit stronger, and a bit more optimistic. She’s developed Elemental Mech for the other Ninja, and her control over her tech powers have only grown since we’ve last seen these characters.

Arin, on the other hand, is almost getting weaker? Or, perhaps, he’s stagnating in his growth. He hasn’t been able to perform object Spinjitzu since the S1 finale, and is constantly getting beat up by the other bad guys. He gets beat by Cinder. He gets beat by Lord Ras. He’s only able to somewhat defeat what’s-her-name because Riyu is on his side and she’s kinda weaksauce anyway. (I know her name is Jordana; this is meant to be a joke.) He can’t protect Bonzole from being taken by Lord Ras and used.

He is going through the gutter this season, my poor blorbo.

I think Sora “helping” Arin in the final fight by using her elemental power to mimic his object Spinjitzu was nice of her; but it’s going to lead to a fight, I’m sure. The writers seem to be setting Arin up for what looks like some sort of corruption arc.

You know the story. A character is left behind by their “friends”, and is adopted into the bad guy troupe. They commit a few crimes, maybe go a bit too deep into the rabbit hole, but they come to their senses and defect back to the good side, now a bit spicier with a bit more trauma. It’s a fine and fun story to write. It puts characters into uncomfortable positions. The good guys have to reckon with the fact they left one of their own behind, and their own defected to the bad side. The bad guys have to deal with turning this goody-two-shoes into an Actual Villain, which has varying levels of success.

But I don’t think they should do this with Arin.

Would Arin make a terrifying bad guy? He’s a ninja super-fan; he knows all of their weaknesses. He would be absolutely terrifying as a bad guy.

But, I’ll be honest: I don’t think he has it in him.

Now, the writers could do something big to him, and he could defect and join the bad guys, but I don’t think that could be as fun as the other possible arc Arin could go through, that I think would be ten times more interesting;

I think Arin should quit being a ninja.

Not forever. But temporarily.

One of the biggest things in the show is the phrase “ninja never quit”—the ninja are trained to be determined to see things through to the end. To keep fighting for the good of Ninjago, and the newly merged realms. They have hundreds of thousands of people relying on them, they can’t quit in the face of evil.

They say it multiple times. It’s their motto, their theme; they don’t quit, no matter how hard it gets. When Kai gets locked in the cursed hell in-between space (forgot the name of it), he’s not going to quit until he gets back home. When the ninja train to learn the Rising Dragon technique, they don’t quit training, trying to figure it out, even as they run out of time.

But Arin? Well, Arin’s been trying to follow the motto, but it looks like the world has decided to beat the crap out of him constantly no matter what. He keeps getting beat up. He keeps losing to the bad guys the other ninja could beat with little issue.

I think Lord Ras says it the best;

“I stopped you as easily now as the first time we met. I was weak like you, once...”

Arin’s not progressing as a ninja; in fact, he might be degressing, a bit. He gets knocked down a fang when training with the dragons because his Spinjitzu is too raw and uncontrolled. He can’t figure out his object Spinjitzu. He’s going through the motions of being a ninja, but getting beat up at every turn, and everyone has these great Elemental powers, and Arin’s just… Well, he’s just Arin.

Honestly, going through all of that, I’d be thinking about quitting, too. It would just be easier to hang up the towel and call it a day. It’d be a lot less painful. He wouldn’t have to worry about the fate of the world, he could just return to The Crossroads, or maybe he could quit and focus on trying to find his parents.

But I think he should quit. Full-stop. For a few episodes.

It’d be great to explore what would happen to Arin for a few episodes, maybe even though he quits, he can’t stop trying to help people and save them from danger. How even though he doesn’t have an elemental power, he can still do great things. Learn how to be great himself.

It’d also be great to see how the other characters react to Arin’s decision to quit. Stories are built upon the interaction and conflict between characters, which drive character growth and plot. Sora would try to drag him back, obviously; either Arin or one of the older ninja would make it clear that it would be wrong to drag him back to a world he doesn’t want a part in. They’d all be shocked, of course. Maybe hurt, betrayed—ninja never quit, right?

But what if a ninja did quit?

Arin is the most interesting character in the Dragons Rising series. He’s a relatable individual for many old Ninjago fans, and represents that audience, a bit. He’s living the dream of becoming a ninja that many of us could never be. But he also keeps getting beat up by the bad guys, he can’t control his Spinjitzu, or do his special thing, and he doesn’t have an elemental power (yet; I see what you’re doing with the Source Dragon of Motion, writers). He’s the odd one out, the black sheep of the ninja.

If the story keeps beating him down, well, maybe he just needs to quit, in order to find himself again, and build himself back up, either on his own, or with the help of his friends.  

Ninja never quit, of course. He’ll find his way back to Team Ninja eventually. But maybe… Maybe ninja need break?

(No, that doesn’t work as well.

Eh, whatever.)

Ninja never quit permanently.

He’s one of the main characters. He’ll get dragged back into the plot whether he likes it or not.

[msitp]

Chapter 2: It’s All too cliché Isn’t It

I burst into laughter when I first realise what has happened to me. The old woman- who I soon learn is called Sabine- must of herd my laughter and assumed I’d woken up a maniac. Though the person I am now, is a stranger to her. Perhaps she’d just assume I was always an odd sort. I have a few days to stew on the ridiculous idea that I had in fact, awoken in another world. More specifically the world of the very web novel I’d fallen asleep reading, the popular -soon to be animated- novel ‘Many Blossoms’. This is what I get for reading the book, instead of waiting for the show. I get isekai’d, transmigrated, I’ve become a typical portal falling idiot. No large truck or rabbit hole needed! Just a high-speed collision of my phone to my face! What a deal, a bargain!

            I might just go insane if I linger too long on the ridiculous circumstance, I’ve found myself in. I try to think seriously on what to do now. Luckily for me Sabine was in fact a kind hearted stranger, there was no need to pretend to be like the original in this circumstance. I asked for her name and where I currently was. Her inn was called the Rickshaw Inn, settled on the edge of the humble town of, Spokewrike.  Not an important location, I didn’t recall the names ever making it into the novel. The only reason I’d figured out which world I’d fallen face first into, was the familiarity of the plot. I was -thankfully- now but a small player in this world.

The main character of Many Blossoms, a young woman called Lise starts her story on a pilgrimage with her older brother Orion.  In search of a place to call home. Their parents having gone missing -yada, yada- typical main character back story. Pushed out by other relatives wanting to claim the family home as theirs -etc. etc.- Most of the details had already blended with other such stories I’d read and had already become lost to me. The important driving force of events for Lise, is when her brother suddenly catches a serious cold while travelling. The caring and brave heroine decides to check her brother into the nearest inn and rushes off in search of help. Before you know it, she ends up blindly going to the most prominent healing center in the country. A branch of the highly influential Willow Division, a group which studies all aspect from monster hunting to philosophy. Being the main character she is, Lise enters the healing branch for help only to end up a being recruited.

This is how the main story begins. A standard right place right time set up, for any young cute main character. It seems I am now nestled into, that very main characters doting older brother Orion. Not too bad a body to fall into, nothing more than a side character with a sister complex. A comic relief and sometimes obstacle for his sister’s gaggle of suitors. If anything since the story only really mentions him here and there, I’m rather pleasantly surprised at his good looks. The main character genes must be hereditary. An adorable little sister must have a handsome but stern older brother. As a chronic fan of older brother types, I really can’t complain.

In the original story as soon as he is well enough to crawl out of bed Orion hops on a horse and rushes to join his sister. This leads to him only worsening his condition, leading to a permanent weakness of his body. Knowing this important tidbit. I make sure to take it slow, give the medicine I’m offered time to work. After giving myself a few days’ rest, I decide its time to properly test drive dear ‘Orion.’

I ask Sabine if she’ll let me help tend the inn, as thanks for all she’s done. She seems hesitant at first. Making sure I’m still taking the medicine that’s been sent to me. I’m not sure if its my incessancy or the now restored good looks of Orion, that finally wears her down. I begin greeting her customers, bringing them to their rooms when Sabine is occupied with other guests. It seems I might be underestimating my new face, as a few Spokewrike girls begin lingering outside the inn whenever I tend the front desk. I humour the idea of just sticking around here to avoid all possible ‘adventures’ I might get dragged into, if I were to rush off to take my place beside my dear ‘sister.’

            Perhaps ignoring the original Orion’s driving character trait, is the best option for me. He was jokingly referred to as the ‘magnet of misfortune’ by the fanbase. If Lise were to show up, I couldn’t even be sure I’d be able to pick her out. Could I even fulfill the originals’ role properly, I’d only ever been a younger brother after all. I’d hate to disappoint her, after she did so much to save him. Her poor brother has already left this world behind.

Picturing Lise walking around with a main character aura radiating off her like a neon sign, or maybe the brightly coloured gravity defying hair of a comic protagonist. I lean against the front desk laughing to myself. As I imagine stereotypical uniform wearing teens running around trying to save the world. My train of thought is derailed when Sabine steps in, back from her shopping. Catching the almost misty-eyed glance she gives me before approaching.

“Well lad, there’s quite the fancy lookin’ carriage out-front. It’s clearly marked with the Willow Division crest. Think your ride has finally shown up my boy.”

Sabine softly sniffles as both joy and sorrow washes across her face, as if unable to settle on an emotion. I couldn’t help but stand still. Frozen in place with shock; by both her news and clear affection for me. The thought -this world must really be a gentle one- crosses my mind, as Sabine heads for the kitchen.

The regular village girls all rush in moments later, pouting as they ask “Are you really going to leave? Are you sure you must! Can’t you stay awhile.”

I was about to do my best to comfort them, they’re just sweet kids after all. Sabine return’s shooing them away before I find the words to comfort them.

“You girls act as if this lad is dying’! He’s fit as a fiddle, now get on home. You’ve been spending enough time outside my inn. I can only imagine the complaints your parents will have for you, leaving your chores to come here. Go on, out with you.”

 She turned her eyes on me once the girls had gone, “What are you standing behind there for. Go collect your things, I’ve already packed your medicine and some food for the road.”

She seemed to have regained her composure and was gently swatting at me to do as I was told. It seems I wasn’t going to be able to avoid the plot that easy. I didn’t have much to pack besides the bag of belongings that Orion had left behind; it had felt wrong going through someone else’s things.

A wave of anxiety washes over me for the first time since I’d discovered my new face. Am I really going to have to be him? I’m not myself anymore, I’m him. A ringing and dizziness make it difficult to breath as my throat tightens. They really wave over the existential dread of this genre, don’t they? Who I was a week ago, who I was my whole life; might be gone forever. I might be dead; my real body might be laying somewhere. I’m never going to wake up, myself.

Lost in my head just trying to stay upright. I return to Sabine and receive the overly filled bag of provisions. Magic in nature the Divisions unique driverless carriage patiently sits out front. The horses that pull it watch as we walk up. Only relaxing once, a familiar avian screech notifies them that I am the awaited passenger. The deep sinking pit my mind is lost in, makes it hard to do more then climb in and wave a final farewell. Sabine must mistake my quiet blankness as my own sadness over the sudden parting. In a way she isn’t wrong. Though the goodbyes I’m lost in, are ones from my old life; ones I’ll never get to make. The horses set off at a steady pace, Sabine and her Rickshaw Inn slowly fade into the distance under a yellowing sky.

[loverofbasketball]

help I’ve fallen down a syd colson rabbit hole and I can’t get up

[onlyonewoman]

I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole of Fat Acceptance tiktok in the last few days and as a former obese person, I just wanna say hooooooooooly yiling patriarch and the last candy of Xue Yang, this is one crazy mess of delusion. 7 years ago, I was obese. Not morbidly obese, but definitely obese. My body ached, my thighs shafed against each other, I was exhausted, my joints, knees, hips and back hurt. I was 33 and had gone from someone of very good health to a slow but steady decrease over 10+ years, due to mental health problems. I managed to lose the excess weight when I lost my then job and got diagnosed with clinical, mental exhaustion. It took three years for me to recover and one part of my recovery was a slow, gentle weight loss. I lost more than 75 pounds over 2 years time, slow and steady and I have been at a healthy weight for about 5 years now. To me, it’s Just. So. Weird. to hear the fat acceptance people come with the wildest, unscientific, bat shit crazy lies about weight loss. I just can’t wrap my head around how it’s possible to make actual, measurable physical data to a purely opinion driven thing. There’s a reason why the vast majority of FA advocates are YOUNG. I was young once too and didn’t feel the years creeping up on me. I’m pushing 40 and with a heavy, physical job, I can feel the wear and tear each day. My back and shoulders ache easily, my joints are stiffer, I have to take extra care of my mobility with daily stretches. I can feel how it takes more effort to keep mobile and not be aching unnecessarily. And let me tell you this: had I been obese, I would’ve crumbled a long time ago and certainly not been working with the things I love. Because being obese at 20 is not the same thing as being obese at 30 or 40. It doesn’t matter, for real doesn’t matter, how much you proclaim your fat acceptance and pride, when you find yourself: - struggling more than before with the stairs - get problems maintaining your daily hygiene - slowly loosing your mobility - unable to get up from a nasty fall - struggling with diabetes - unable to dress yourself LOOK, I GET IT! The sickly thin body ideals SUCK. They SUCK BAD! Unhealthy and unreasonable ideals are a fucking bedsore of the mind, for real and yes, OF COURSE can thin people be really unhealthy too. Only a fool would claim normal weight automatically makes someone a healthy person. But for the everloving fuck, my dear tiktok generation of YOUNG, obese/fat/overweight people: While you are absolutely RIGHT to demand equal respect and dignity as human beings, it still DOESN’T make an obese - or starved! - body healthy. Yes, you’re being all sassy and confident, sparkling and pretty on TikTok now, because you’re YOUNG and don’t feel the inevitable downfall of your bodies yet - there will come a day when you do. And let me, as someone who has both been obese AND provided healthcare to obese AND morbidly obese people, tell you this: It doesn’t take an awful lot of overweight, for a 75-year-old to become completely dependent on bathroom assitance. It’s not fun for an 80-year-old to be turned and rolled in bed, while two from the nursing staff carefully change your poop filled diaper and the stench of diabetic pee hits you worse than the feces. You will NOT feel proud, self-loving and body positive, when you realise you have traded years of independence for a quick self-esteem boost. The choir chanting about “health at every size”, will not stand by your bedpan, will not put cream in your groin to help with your fungus infection. There will be no “fat and fab” feelings when your feet start to deteriorate because you can no longer reach down to care for them. And when you have a nasty fall, you will be too heavy and too weak to get up. Think about that last one. Do you even understand how difficult it is for medical staff to help someone of 350 pounds and up from the ground? Please, do not trade away years of better health for a temporary feeling of belonging and acceptance. Should weightloss be painful, humiliating, shallow and short term? Of course not. And no, you shouldn’t strive to be “perfect”, whatever that means, but you should be nice to your joints, your mobility, your intestins, your lungs and your energy levels. You deserve so much more kindness and quality in your life, than struggling with obesity. Because once you’re getting past 25 years, 30, 35... your body, like all bodies, will naturally age and age is NOT kind to obesity. There is no such thing as health at every size and in five years time, a lot of the now very fab, confident fat acceptance tiktok people will struggle with aspects of their health they thought was a myth, because for them, feelings rule supreme. Don’t let yourself be fooled. Because just as someone slowly starving themselves over a long period of time, the people who claim it’s okay to overeat throughout your life, will eventually loose years and quality of life and independence for it. It’s not about ideals, it’s about the only body you will have.

[perpetual-fool]

I could not draw on my own experience because I thought my experience was wrong. I could not draw my own connections because I thought those connections were wrong. I could not process my own feelings because I thought those feelings were wrong.

This would be a lot easier if I had someone to comfort me as I went through this. If they would help me themselves maybe it wouldn't have to hurt at all.

But I'm starting to feel warm feelings in my chest.

A thing happened today. I'm inclined to try and be vague about it. But I think that's rooted in the idea that if I share exactly what happened then I'll be invalidated. Like I'll be told I'm wrong for feeling that way about the situation, or that it's too mundane to have those feelings about it. As if "it's okay to feel that way, just not the way you do it". Holding back would only hinder communication, really, and acceptance without understanding isn't acceptance. So the thing: A technician came out and messed with the internet. I had fallen asleep while they were here, so I wasn't around when they finished. When I woke up the internet wasn't working. There was a note on the fridge saying that the TV wasn't working (we use a Roku), so they knew there was a problem well before I woke up. I tried resetting all the things and none of it worked.

And there was a few things about it that bother me. The technician didn't check that things were actually working when they left. I'd say that's grossly negligent, but I presume that's how the company trained them. It sucks, but ya' know, something something capitalism. When it was noticed there was a problem, people assumed there wasn't really a problem. Apparently because the technician had said it should all be fine, and "he would know better than me". I asked what the fuck that means, but the response didn't make any sense, so I can't remember what it was. Suffice to say, they did not tell me what that means.

There were two exchanges that really bothered me. One, they knew there was a problem, but apparently made up an excuse to believe that what the technician had said was true. So I asked, "did you just make up a reason to believe that, despite contradictory evidence?" And the response was not valid. Something like, "well I just thought the reason might be true." That sounds vaguely like a real answer but it doesn't actually address the question in any way. I'm inclined to try and justify that, but there's really no way to explain a non sequitur unless I know why you think it sequiturs. And I've been down that rabbit hole before, it's turtles all the down. Until it starts looping back to the turtles we started with, a big circle of turtles. Essentially, every time I've asked someone to explain why they think a thing follows they ultimately just insist that it does. (Tangent, where did the 'world on the back of a turtle' thing come from? did anyone actually believe that?) Two, they called me into the living room to look at the error message on the TV, which just indicated it wasn't connected to the internet. No shit. "Have you looked at this?" "No." "Did you seen this?" "I have no reason to have seen this." It cycles through the error messages until she can finish reading the one in English. I ask, "did you want me to see the message saying it's not connected to the internet?" "No." "Then why did you call me in here?" I say, getting aggravated. "I'm sorry" they reply. not fucking answering the question.

You might say this really doesn't matter, network problems aren't a big deal. One, go fuck yourself for telling me the things that bother me don't matter. Two, that's entirely missing the point. And three, it isn't a big deal, it's just a drop in the ocean. The problem is the ocean.

I'm not sure if it's fair to say that this is the behavior, or if it's just a contributing factor. But this is the kind of invalidation that made me how I am. Not allowing me even the slightest bit of understanding. Should I wring their neck until they give me the answer? Should I beat them until they explain what the fuck they're talking about? It's not really in my nature, I'm just frustrated.

But maybe I shouldn't be sorry. Maybe they should be.

God, and I have fucking tried to explain myself. People just insist they understand, not having done what's necessary to accomplish that, blatantly demonstrating that they don't.

[wedefyauguryy]

help, I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole and I can’t get up

[mimi-croissant]

Kaz: looks like he could kill you, will actually kill you

Inej: looks like she could kill you, will actually kill you

Jesper: looks like he could kill you, will probably kill you

Wylan: looks like a cinnamon roll, will most likely kill you (probably with an explosion)

Nina: looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a sinnamon roll (and will actually kill you)

Mattias: looks like he could kill you, will actually kill you