#i am aware there is something wrong with me

[ssahotchnerr]

okay I don’t know how to make this idea I have in my head make sense but here it goes: imagine reader spending time with the team and knowing that Aaron has kind of a stoic image when it comes to the team but then he’s a cinnamon roll at home and the reader tries not to embarrass him with the team and Aaron ends up thinking that the reader is mad or upset because she’s not being as touchy or flirty with him as she normally is but really she’s just trying not to ruin his image??? Did that make sense? I hope that made sense

let loose

it makes perfect sense cw; fem non bau!reader, established relationship, touch starved aaron <3, angst if you squint, fluff and some ending spice ❤️‍🔥 wc; 1k

This was the second time you'd met Aaron's team.

The first was a few weeks ago; you'd brought Aaron a case file he'd forgotten at home. Multiple pairs of eyes latched onto you as you stepped into the bullpen, looking a bit lost until Aaron departed his office to greet you.

When he’d introduced you, only the briefest of pleasantries had been exchanged. Tonight - a small party at David Rossi's - proper acquaintances were finally made.

Your initial shyness was to be expected; getting used to their dynamics, their quirks, fearing you were invading the 'family' they had created.

Aaron's done what he thought would make you more comfortable; staying in close proximity, offering subtle reassurances - a hand on your knee, silent check-ins - and involving you in conversation. He had no doubts the team would make every effort to be welcoming, but he was also well aware that they could come off as intimidating without meaning to be.

But as the night went on, your reservation was directed more at him.

You strayed away from his touch, meeting his eyes with uncertainty, clasping your own hands together instead of intertwining with his. Such detachment was in complete contrast to your typical behavior; normally, you were wrapped around him any chance you got.

Not to mention, you had been all over him back at home. Prolonging your departure by having him pressed against the door, kissing him senseless. You’d almost been late to the time Dave had stated dinner would begin. 

And now, Aaron was left wondering what he could've done wrong in such a short amount of time.

"Are you enjoying yourself, sweetheart?" He asked when a private moment between the two of you finally presented itself, finding you in the kitchen. The others had filtered out to Dave’s patio.

"Yeah, your team is great." You flashed him a quick smile as he neared, busying yourself with the charcuterie board JJ had brought. "You never told me how fun they are."

"They have their moments," his hand found your back, pressing a kiss behind your ear. His actions caused you to tense, only proving his suspicions further. Something was wrong.

"Honey?"

"Hm?" You glanced towards the doorway before looking up at him, your cheeks flushed. You took a small side step away, creating some distance. Anxiety bubbled in his chest.

"Did I do something wrong? You've barely touched me all night. If I upset you somehow, I’m sorry."

"No, no you haven't done anything. I just..." You turned your head away again, timidly and quietly admitting, "didn't know if you wanted me to."

His eyebrows quirked in confusion, you continued.

"This is your team. I know you have an image you want to maintain, and I respect that, so I didn't want to do anything that could potentially embarrass you, with me being as touchy as I am. I panicked, I didn't want to cross a line without knowing."

Oh. His eyes softened in understanding, as yours displayed inner conflict, your heart and head being pulled in different directions.

"Well, I do want you to. Please do."

"Are you sure?"

"Within reason." He offered you a sly smile, not insinuating he wanted hot and heavy actions in front of his colleagues. "But I want you on my arm. Holding my hand. Being your affectionate and loving self. It's what I love about you, and it's meant to be shared."

In fact, it was the one thing he was looking forward to about tonight. He felt more possessive than usual, a state that might have concerned him if not for the pride that came with it. You were his, and he wanted everyone to know how lucky he was.

And selfishly, he wanted the others to know he was worthy of love, (given, he was still trying to believe the same). That there was more to him than Aaron Hotchner, the BAU Unit Chief. He was needed, and not in the professional way he was used to, where his value was measured in results and responsibilities. But rather, being a doting and deeply loving partner.

A smile slowly made its way onto your face, grabbing his hands and lacing your fingers with his before guiding them to your waist, wrapping both his arms around you yourself.

"This may sound pathetic, but within the two hours we've been here, I've missed you."

You laughed gently at his whining, clinging onto his arms. "It's not pathetic at all. If you think you were having a rough time... I had no idea how hard it is to keep my hands off you."

"Good thing there's an easy solution for that. Don't restrain yourself."

"In that case," this time, you didn't glance towards the door, in fear of being caught by one of Aaron's team members. You grabbed his face, your lips meeting his in a kiss.

He immediately reciprocated, a breath of relief escaping him as well; needing this, needing you, the lack of contact throughout the night excruciating. His mouth moved on yours with seamless urgency, as though instinct guided every touch.

The kiss quickly grew heated and messy. Aaron's arms tightened around your waist, backing and picking you up onto the counter, stepping in between your legs. His hands pulled at your hips in desperation of getting you closer. Your breath heavily picked up, assisting him by pressing your chest into his.

Aaron couldn't help but smile against your lips - for a number of reasons. The all-consuming love he had for you, being with you - being close to you - with the team just steps away. Feeling much the same, a giddy giggle escaped you.

"You know..." you mumbled between kisses, your fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt. "You look sexy tonight. Absolutely irresistible."

A breathless chuckle shook through his chest. "We should head out. They'll come looking for us," he teased back, his fingers digging into your hips - a silent cue that he had no intention of actually joining them.

You hummed softly in response, undoing his top button. You stopped there; as it was, you’d only undone the button to get a reaction out of Aaron. It worked, a heavy, trembling breath leaving him. "Let them."

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Pile 1-

LMAOOO I know bitches MAD. There are alot of people that just linger around you. Very very cool girl vibe I wonder if you all love the symbol of star, metallic jewellery sort of things, hinge cut or bangs and prefer using wired earphones? Bubble gum plays in my head have y'all checked the acubi style? Jewellery suits you all alot metallic so do try it. Anyways people might want to dress you up? You ooze coolness? Wherever you go people stare you don't have a well put together style but people LOVE your style. Women in general look up to you more and you are very messy. I'm seeing nana as well? Unconventional pretty the type of pretty that haunts people. People also feel as if you give off some ominous vibe they might be very scared of you and might think of you as someone who's very scary. I see people not wanting to even talk to you at first simply bc they're scared. Alot of rumours go around about you that make you seem more scary? People might even think that you will beat them up if they say something wrong 😭 women look up to you ALOT one sound keeps playing in my head it's in russian but I can't seem to name it. Whenever you go people always stare at you not because they necessarily want to but because they cannot help it. Men are naturally submissive and scared of you too lmao might make up shit about you simply because they have no balls.

Pile 2-

I see alot of mixed opinions people might not be able to grasp you easily so they might at times form a judgement about you that they themselves are aware of not being correct. She's a star started playing in my head y2k fashion, long time to go by cassie I heard "keep em in your pants" very cliche old rom coms, flared jeans. Anyways, people think of you as someone who is unpredictable like they always have to be on their toes with you because they never know what you are upto. "You look like a bratz doll" is what I heard lol. People also might not be able to lie to you very easily even the ones that you've met for the first time. There's a certain type of pull that you have that makes people very uncomfortable in lying to you. Some people also see you as someone who's extremely hardworking and resilient. I see these are the people that have actually observed you I saw those tools in the chemistry labs. Some of you take chemistry classes or work in a lab where people find you very fascinating. You turn things into magic is what I'm hearing 🪄 this emoji hahaha. You are capable of building and making new magical things. People wish to talk to you alot because they are very fascinated by you and observe you alot this is men mainly

Pile 3-

People might think of you as very distant this is also physically for some reason? Alot of people on the internet also have alot of opinions on you. Do you use discord or twitter? People form first impressions of you there are well and I feel like alot of population that chose this pile is the more digitally active one. I'm also feeling cold so anyways people might feel a bit sorry for you? People might think of you as someone who's suffering in someone why am I seeing snow or seeing so much cold "it matters where you are" from that one song started playing. People might also get the impression that you might not have the best family life? They might want to offer you help but you might seem too closed off. I'm seeing alot of black clothes and this reminds me of that daughter from the atypical family. People might also see you as very brave too they might actually be impressed "I wish I was half as brave as her" is what I'm hearing. Do you try to hide yourself with your clothes? People might also get the idea that you are very over burdened with things and situations. I keep seeing people constantly wanting to be close to you or help you out in some way but you close them out every single time. There is a girl in particular that has very pure intentions. I'm seeing the movie soulmates the korean one such brilliant movie do give it a try

Pile 4-

I believe that the photo you felt the pull towards speaks alot but still people listen when you talk. You are very fluent and straightforward in your manner of talking I wonder if you have sun in your 2h or a prominent sun. You have a very clear and commanding way of talking. love you love you love you love you that one instagram song keeps playing in my head. People see you as someone who is a leader it's like when you enter a group you are automatically handed over the title of the leader without anyone having to say it. Someone who sees the bigger picture and is a visionary. Everyone looks up to you alot especially your juniors or people younger than you. You are someone who knows what they want and have a clear goal in life. I'm seeing table tennis for some reason all of a sudden? Anyways zendaya is very similar to this. Someone who overcomes challenges very easily. Hmm at times people might feel as if you are slacking off? Or not doing as much as you can? I'd usually say this is people being jealous of you but this is coming from your closest ones. And this is not them hating on you but a genuine advice. Everyone knows that you have a tremendous amount of potential and you are working hard but not as hard as you can. "Are you scared of your own potential" and I heard "raw" immediately the black swan movie came in my head. You are also a very brilliant friend to everyone even to strangers.

[salty-autistic-writer]

Clothes are annoying.

Buck pulls at Tommy’s shirt in frustration, letting out a happy sigh when it’s finally off and tossed to the side. They stumble from the hallway into the bedroom, kissing and touching and moaning.

It’s dark, and Buck curses when he stubs his toe, but he forgets his pain the second the light is switched on and he has Tommy’s naked chest right in front of him. Oh. Fuck. He’s so hot. Buck stumbles forward, feeling a little drunk, reaching out and putting his hands on Tommy’s warm skin, humming happily at the feeling of firm muscle and hard nipples. 

He wants to bury his face between these boobs. He wants to feel these nipples twitch between his lips. He wants to throw Tommy on the bed and kiss every spot on his body. He wants … 

Fuck. He wants everything.

He wants everything so much that for the moment, he can just stare and stare and touch in reverence.

“Like what you see?” Tommy asks, raising a teasing brow.

“Yeah. You’re so hot,” Buck groans and runs his hands down Tommy’s hips, “Let me fuck you."

Tommy’s breath hitches. “You’re not wasting any time, are you?” He asks, but his shaky laughter, the way he licks his lips, and his pupils dilate give his hunger away.

“No,” Buck agrees, marvelling at how well Tommy’s ass fits into his hands and giving it a good squeeze. “Not when I see something I really want.”

Ha. Smooth.

He makes their lips collide again, smiling into the gasp that escapes Tommy when Buck pushes and pulls until he can manhandle Tommy right where he wants him: on the bed.

Buck follows, fitting between Tommy’s legs and pressing his thigh against Tommy’s crotch, diving in for another kiss right after Tommy manages a startled “Oh God” and hitches his hips up with a moan.

With a delighted chuckle, Buck pulls back, attacking Tommy’s neck instead, biting at it. Fuck. He smells so good. Feels so good. So warm and soft and thick and - Wait. He really isn't wasting any time, is he? Should he slow down? Maybe?

Buck’s mind has the worst timing ever. Because it suddenly starts to second-guess his approach.

Hey, it doesn't matter how much you want to be Mister Sexy and Confident; because I hope you are aware that you are essentially made of a dozen failed relationships, abandonment issues, and the tendency to rush things?

Maybe you’re already on the way to ruin this relationship too?

No.

No, please, not this one.

The thought of not being with Tommy anymore makes Buck feel cold.

“I’m not going too fast, am I?” he asks, sitting back with a swallow.

Tommy blinks up at him, his lips slightly parted and brows furrowed. “Huh?”

He looks … confused.

Buck takes a deep breath. “If I’m going too fast, you would tell me, right? Because I tend to get carried away, and I was told that I can be a little … overwhelming. A little too much. It’s just … You’re so hot. And this is so much fun. And I want to do everything. With you. 

I did research and I watched a lot of gay porn in preparation. And now I have so many things on my list that I want to try. But we didn’t really talk about it and maybe you don’t even want my dick in your ass and I would understand it because I'm not small and the anus isn’t self-lubricating and that one time when I got pegged by one of my girlfriends it felt amazing, don’t get me wrong, but it also gave me a pretty good impression that an ass is very tight and I also know that not everyone likes to be penetrated which is completely alright and I just want you to know that I respect all your boundaries, whatever they are. 

I really want to have sex with you. But I want it to be fun for both of us. Because I like you a lot and you’re really important to me.”

Silence.

Buck stares at Tommy. Tommy stares back, wide-eyed and still breathing heavily. Buck feels a hint of dread.

Oh. Oh God. He ruined it, didn’t he? Again. He ruined it again. Stupid. So stupid. Why can’t he think before he talks? Why can’t he be … normal?

“Sorry. My mouth is stupid sometimes,” Buck blurts, his heart pounding.

Tommy clears his throat. He cups Buck’s face in both his hands. “Evan,” he says seriously.

“Yeah?” Buck breathes, hypnotised by the cloudy blue in Tommy’s eyes.

“You're so sweet. And you're doing amazing. Please go on and fuck me like you wanted to,” his boyfriend says, slightly amused. “You can’t tell me about your cock, gay porn, pegging experience and about how you feel about me, only to back-pedal. That would be cruel, look at what you did to me.”

He gestures at his erection - still trapped in his pants - and at the flush covering the already naked part of his body.

Buck chuckles, relief rushing through him together with a fresh wave of arousal. It's okay. He can let go. He can go with the flow. This feels right. “Oh, so you do want it? You want my cock?”

“I want your cock,” Tommy confirms, grinding against said cock with a grin.

Buck moans and leans their foreheads together. “Well, I guess it’s time to give you exactly what you want, then.”

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[almost-fully-life-size]

i am so unwell about the xavier-sarah-jeanluc character constellation actually

xavier is genuinely such a well written improvised villain character. he's such a perfect representation of the persuasiveness of facism when it comes to men specifically and how it caters to them, considering how strongly facism is also rooted in sexism and an entitlement to women. and how it manages to make its victims defend it, like, facism comes hand in hand with a bad economic situation, and we know that xavier can't afford new clothes due to the occupation and that his job pays badly. i know during my first time watching i found the switch from him critiquing the occupation in that way to him revealing himself as a nazi quite the 180 turn, but it only showcases how facism manages to successfully sell itself as the solution and reflects the true problem away from itself - the problem is not the facism, it's the emancipation of women. taking the dominant role above women means reclaiming power and control and agency and that's an appealing prospect if you're economically struggling.

which is why it's so hilarious to me and yet so fitting that he'd choose to pursue sarah. because sarah is definitely economically better off than xavier (i'm inferring that from the main three points that: 1) going by "von ponte, one house, one pond" i'm inferring a countryside residence, as opposed to a farm 2) she can finance her chainsmoking 3) she can afford to employ a cleaning lady). which just goes to show how deep that entitlement to women runs because sarah would have no solid reason to be with a man who's economically worse off. especially because she's a pow wife. but it's also because she's a pow wife that xavier might have had a real chance of being successful, preying on the loneliness that comes with it which i'd say he is very much explicitly doing ("you don't want to become lonely, do you? You don't want to rot away, cold and alone. You need a man, I am a man.")

there's also a certain inconsistency in ideology wherein facism advocates that women become properly submissive to their husbands again (see xavier's villain reveal speech) while xavier is actively trying to get sarah to cheat on her husband. considering how emancipated sarah is (relative to the time period anyway), that doesn't fit the facist idea either and the first idea, of suppressing her, takes priority.

now jean-luc is the antithesis to xavier. man's so loyal he feels it in the breeze that something's wrong with sarah from over 1300 km away and makes that his primary reason for attempting a prison break, then beelines straight back home with zero awareness of time and place. considering that he initially seems to believe that sarah was about to cheat on him, he's incredibly quick to forgive (if that kiss and dip are anything to go by), so sarah's explanation of just being a flirty person must've convinced him. what i'm inferring from that is that he knows her to be just like that and trusts her enough to know she'd not actually cheat on him.

on a side note, it is also hilarious to me how xavier thought he could win in that knife/sword fight, considering jean-luc was in the army while xavier avoided service.

on another sidenote, apart from struggling with loneliness because her husband's away and in captivity - and this is a big inferral on my part -, there is also this small, overlooked confrontation with the fact that sarah's friend is extremely dismissive of jean-luc (the "oh well, xavier will have to wait until jean-luc's 'officially dead' then" line, which is a fucked up thing to say about your friend's husband if you think about it). so apart from the societal pressure that comes from the image of the ideal woman, that sarah fails to fulfil, there's an additional point of hurt because very apparently the people around you don't even want your husband, who you love, to return and make that sentiment known to you. like, "aww your husband was captured, well i hope he dies"???

anyway, i think xavier is an excellent example of a character embodying the insidious attractiveness of facism in how he has this very confident, sensual presence but ultimately nothing to show for it. a representation of how persuasive facism is for men specifically.

[boilingcowboy]

the hole “annabeth is so mean to percy” argument is so funny to me not because it’s wrong but because percy was just as mean to annabeth as annabeth was to him like i fear them being pissy and snippy with each other was a large part of their dynamic throughout most of the books in pjo and it made so much sense and they balanced each other out so much because of that.

like first book they were at each other’s throats (but also halfway obliged at each other’s backs)

second book too but now they’re also at each other’s backs

third book well not much together there so percy is at everyone else’s throat to compensate

fourth book they’re back to each other’s throats and it’s menacing and foreplay at the same time and everyone is confused INCLUDING BOTH OF THEM (and also at each other’s backs)

fifth book (i am still catching up so to be included)

like yes they are “mean” to each other, if you even wanna call it mean cus 99.99% of the time it was either sarcasm or just plain teasing in which both parties are aware that it’s teasing HERE flashback to when in book two percy joked about annabeth tempting him to let her die and annabeth just taking back to it because they’re both aware that it’s teasing and not serious.

and including the fact that both annabeth and percy grew up in an environment where violence was both a survival technique (annabeth growing up being a demigod and percy getting bullied) and in annabeths case (but technically also percys in a way but that’s a hole other post) also something that was celebrated (here again the hole demigod shit with rivalries and camp war games) it is only to be expected that to some way that violence is gonna stick in some sort of way.

and i don’t mean that they both just beat people up and try to hurt people but that they both more some present themselves as a “don’t you even dare fucking with me” type of person e.g. they’re snippy, they’re rude, they’re “cold”, THE RESTING BITCH FACE BOTH OF THEM HAVE MASTERED and so on.

In an environment where people are training together, fighting together, war games are celebrated, everyone (mostly) is thriving of of bloodlust in one way or another. of fucking course the result of that is gonna be a kid like annabeth.

and in an environment where violence is a result of being seen as soft, weak or different but if retaliating against that violence only comes with consequences for oneself. once again that kid is gonna be like percy who has put on the “don’t fuck with me” attitude as a means to survival.

now pair those two up you get two kids who are snippy, sarcastic and teasing with each other (sometimes in ways that seem a bit too far) but are also able to be comfortable with each other because once again those two are way too similar in some ways and both of them are in knowledge that they can count on each other.

like there is comfort in the hole thing for both of them. for annabeth because it’s mostly something that she’s familiar with (e.g. her relationship with clarisse) and for percy because to some degree he is aware that annabeth is not like the people he previously was accustomed to (e.g. people like nancy i forgot her last name).

the hole “i just told you to kys a second ago but also i am now going to take that knife for you because you didn’t see it comming” thing is basically the foundation for a lot of the relationships depicted in pjo e.g. percy and thalia, annabeth and clarisse, (later) percy and clarisse. and it’s honestly like the hole demigod principle of “yeah you two can hate each other but at the end of the day you’ll be fighting side by side”.

not to forget that both of them are adhd (and are extremely autism coded but ignore that for now) which means surprise surprise!! they’re gonna behave in a way that may seem “over the top” or “extreme” or just “abnormal” to some people (it’s a book about traumatized neurodivergent kids they’re gonna be weird and fucked up)

so yeah…

annabeth is mean to percy, percy is mean to annabeth and they’re both getting off on it. that’s kinda their dynamic i fear

and once again i am involving myself in discussions nobody asked me to be in and which i am probably too old for but hey that’s how the world works!

[ducksido]

Hi! Could I maybe ask something with Jade in it. I was thinking about how there's always fics about the reader being insecure and unsure if Jade is sincere about their relationship and not only seeing them as a plaything for the time being.

But what if Jade was the one being insecure....seeing as he is an eel and he's worried that his partner might not like that, or at least not fully. Like some relationship stuff would maybe be a bit new and different for him, for example kisses since he has sharp teeth(extra jaw and probably long tongue thats slippery bcs hes a merhuman) (and like maybe seeing as they're (hormonal)teenagers he is a bit nervous about doing the deed later on in life, like what if his partner gets freaked out(no smut tho )). And like culture differences, like the mouth opening for eels is kind of like a mating ritual lol. Also looking at how others will probably judge them for dating a fish. Preferably with a good ending, maybe like his partner proving/showing him that they really don't care about all that and just genuinely want to be with him.

Something else is fine too! Change it however you want, especially since you don't do smut and I don't know if this crossed some kind of too suggestive line if yk what i mean 😭

Thanks a lot!

CW: Insecurity, references to body differences

The Mostro Lounge was quiet, for once. The dull hum of the tank filters, the occasional drip from a water pitcher—these were the only sounds as Jade sat across from you in one of the VIP booths.

You noticed he wasn’t touching his tea. Strange for him.

“Jade?” you asked softly. “You’ve been stirring that same cup for five minutes.”

His golden eye flicked toward you, slow, unreadable. Then he gave a soft chuckle—not his usual playful one, but something more subdued.

“Apologies,” he murmured. “I suppose my mind wandered.”

You set your elbow on the table and leaned in, curious. “Thinking about mushrooms again?”

“Not this time.”

Silence stretched between you. He tapped the side of his teacup once, twice, then looked up. And you saw something rare: hesitation.

“May I ask you something,” he said, voice low. “And I’d like an honest answer.”

“Of course.”

He exhaled through his nose and folded his hands. “Do you ever… find it difficult? Being with me?”

You blinked. “What?”

“I mean,” he said, eyes not quite meeting yours, “I know I have a way of unsettling people. That’s always been useful, in business or in… information gathering. But it’s different with you. I don’t want to unsettle you.”

You reached over, taking his hand. His fingers were cool, as always, with the faint texture of scales. He didn’t pull away, but his grip was light.

“I’m not unsettled,” you said, gently.

He smiled—but again, it didn’t reach his eyes.

“You say that,” he said softly, “but I am still an eel. I’m aware my physiology is... not quite charming. Sharp teeth. A second jaw. A tongue I can’t always hide.” He chuckled again, humorless. “When I was younger, Floyd once joked that I looked like something out of a horror film. He wasn’t wrong.”

You squeezed his hand.

“That doesn’t matter to me.”

“It might,” he said, and this time he did look at you. “Perhaps not now, when everything is still new. But when things progress—if they do—what if you flinch? What if you see what I am and change your mind?”

You saw the tension in his jaw. The way his usually perfect posture had a slight hunch to it tonight.

“I wouldn’t blame you,” he murmured. “Even among merfolk, the moray are… not always considered attractive. And in human culture, well, I’m sure you’ve noticed how surface-dwellers recoil at fish. At eels.”

“Jade.”

He stopped, golden eyes flicking up.

You reached across the table, gently cupping his cheek.

“I didn’t fall for the teeth, or the tongue, or the charming threats. I fell for you. The guy who teaches me about tide patterns and brews weird teas with even weirder names. The one who smiles like he knows every secret but still looks surprised when I call him kind.”

You leaned forward.

“And for the record,” you added, smirking just a little, “I like your teeth. I think they’re cool. I’ve never flinched, have I?”

He shook his head slowly, eyes locked on yours.

“And if we ever get to a point where we’re more than just kisses and hand-holding,” you said, voice quieter now, “I’ll still want to be with you. I’m not scared of you. Not your instincts, not your biology, not your culture.”

He was quiet.

You thought he might deflect—make a joke, or turn the conversation with that smooth, practiced charm.

Instead, he exhaled.

“Thank you,” he said, and this time, there was something raw in it. “I didn’t expect this to bother me. But it has. It does.”

You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. “Then I’m glad you told me.”

His eyes softened, lips curving up just slightly.

“Would it be strange,” he murmured, “if I told you I wanted to do the mouth-display thing for you someday?”

You blinked, caught off guard.

“Wait—the… eel mating thing?”

He gave a rare, slightly bashful smile. “It’s instinctual. A kind of offering. Symbolic. It’s... personal.”

You tilted your head. “Then I’d be honored.”

That got him. For a moment, you saw it—the crack in his cool exterior. The slight parting of his lips, the flicker of something vulnerable and deeply sincere in his eyes.

Jade squeezed your hand back.

“Remind me,” he said softly, “never to underestimate you.”

[stargazerlion]

Im going to put this here, I already said everything I want to say to transmascpetewentz but I think it should be public as well. I am going to try to be as nice as possible but please be aware I am bad at conveying tones online, so please assume the best. First, the statement that converts arent Jews until after geyrut in all types of Judaism isnt true. I know becuase it is in mine. In my community, we say that converts are people who have had Jewish souls all along, they were at Har Sinai, and geyrut is more of doing the paperwork to make it official and accept the responsibilities. In my eyes and in the eyes of my community, transmascpetwentz is Jewish and has always been, and thus should be treated as part of the kahal as well. Second, back-and-forth argumentation has been a part of Judaism for a long time, and it would go a lot smoother if people were nicer and assumed the best in others (going back to specific Jewish ideas, I remember learning about assuming the best through Noach in like...5th grade. About how we can take "righteous in his times" as either a positive or negative comment, but we should assume about him that it was the better interpretation). Im not going to talk about right or wrong or interpretation of halacha and how different communities should do it bc im not qualified on that, but a positive conversationcan still happen even if ine side is fully wrong. Third, I dont think the assertion that tmpw is invading jewish spaces and talking over jews is fair. Now i dont know them personally, but i see someone who is quoting their Rabbi, sharing what they have heard, and reblogging what people are saying even as they are being mean to him, which i wouldnt say is speaking over jews. Yes maybe he could have prased things differently, placing more evidence on their sources or using more "i thought"s or "ive heard"s. But im not sure that warrants this level of hostility. To be honest, I spent most of my childhood halfway through conversion, long story I dont want to get into. If every time I said something confidently incorrect to my tutors or the Rabbis or my community memebers they had shut me down and said I could only listen, I would probably never have finished my geyrut. Last, its like Judaism 101 to as a general rule be nice to other people. Whether vyahata lreyevha kamocha or the chassidah bird or or your enemy's donkey or the collateral of a poor man or Rabbi Akivas students or many other cases. I cant speak as someone who is well versed in halacha, but i can speak as someone who has learned Judaism from zero that its really important to be kind in interactions with others. I know it's hard, and that the last week or so has been hell for all of us and I get we are all tense and angry and frustrated. But I dont think lashing out at other Jews (or Jews in progress, since I know not all streams of Judaism view converts as Jews pre-garut) is a healthy way to go about things, so I hope we can go forward from this and all be a little nicer or something

jewish culture is wanting to defy gender roles but in a jewish way. screw wearing suits as a woman i wanna wear kippot and tefillin as a woman

(i do like suits though)

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[this-is-tiny-mia]

Reply All (H.S. Fic) | Chapter 6

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uni!harry x fem!reader PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

Summary: Y/N and Harry were childhood best friends, inseparable through every laugh, secret, and growing pain. But high school brought unspoken feelings and decisions that tore them apart, leaving both with unanswered questions. Years later, a class project challenges them to face their shared past and uncover the truths they’ve both been running from. And a wrong click unveils the past and what will be the future.

Word count: 2.7k

A/n: Hey! i'm sorry this took way too long, i was battling with some mental health issues AND THEN SOME PHYSICAL HEALTH ISSUES, but i'm happy that i'm finally back to writing. Also i think next chapter will be THE FINAL ONE

Warnings: Sickness (mild cold)

The rest of the week passed in a strange mix of anticipation and nervous energy. Every interaction with Harry felt charged with an unspoken awareness. He didn’t bring up the date again, and you didn’t either, but it lingered between you both, like a secret neither of you wanted to break.

Juliet, of course, was thrilled when you told her.

“So, you are excited?” she asked, flopping onto her bed with a grin “Maybe,” you said, fiddling with the corner of your textbook. “I mean, it’s just dinner. People eat dinner all the time. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

Juliet snorted. “Sure, because Harry ‘I’m-so-obviously-in-love-with-you’ Styles would ask just for dinner. Come on, Y/N, don’t play coy with me. You’re excited.”

You tried to protest, but the truth was, you were excited. The butterflies were there, fluttering away as you thought about what it all could mean. It was still hard for you, even though the two of you were halfway to being full-on best friends again. But for the first time, you decided to follow that gut-wrenching feeling—the one you get when you’re falling, unsure if anyone will catch you. Yet, deep down, you knew Harry would.

🌷

On Saturday, Harry was right on time, he rarely was on time, but today, even one minute early. When you opened the door to your dorm your hands were shaking. He was standing there with a slightly nervous smile, all dressed in his fancy (and only) black shirt, and some black jeans.

Oh!

And a single daisy in his hand.

“For you,” he said, holding it out.

You couldn’t help but smile as you took it. “Thank you…” You both could hear the tiny noises Juliet was trying to stifle; you were certain she was more excited than you—or maybe not. “Don’t mind her, she’s just watching her favorite rom-com” you said smiling “I WANT HER BACK BEFORE 12!” Juliet said as you closed the door behind you chuckling

The walk to the restaurant was easy, filled with light jokes and comfortable silences. The kind of silences that didn’t need filling because they felt like home. At dinner, the conversation flowed effortlessly. It was like you’d tapped into the friendship you once had, only now there was something more simmering beneath the surface.

At one point, as he reached across the table to grab the salt shaker, your hands brushed. Neither of you pulled away immediately, and when your eyes met, the air seemed to shift.

Harry cleared his throat, breaking the moment. “So... are you having a good time?”

You nodded, your heart thumping in your chest. “Yeah, I am.”

He sighed “I still feel the need to say sorry. There’s so much I lost because of bad decisions,” he said. You opened your mouth to respond, but he continued. “Like when you aced that French class, or when you almost broke your nose in P.E. Or when fucking David was holding your hand, and a week later he was holding Steph’s. I wish I’d put more worms in his bag…”

“That was you?!” you interrupted, incredulous.

“And when you found those study cards in your science book when you weren’t doing so well. Or when you won class leader with more votes than there were people in our class. And when you weren’t prepared for the Biology presentation, and the lights went out…”

You could have listened to him talk about it all for years. Somehow, you weren’t remembering it with pain or hurt. Instead, it felt like something inside you was blooming—something that had been asleep for years.

“So, I just need to say I’m sorry for missing it all,” he said softly.

“You weren’t. You didn’t miss it—maybe I did. You were there all the time apparently”

“But it was my fault you missed it,” he replied.

“Yeah, but… I mean…” You sighed. “Who cares? This is our second chance—at us, whatever this is… at so many things we can still do. This time, the right way.”

“I’m still sorr—” He didn’t even finish the word before you pushed a piece of bread into his mouth, laughing.

“Stop saying you’re sorry! You’ve made it very clear,” you chuckled.

He pulled the bread out of his mouth, chewing some bits “Fine, no more apologizing…for now”

“You are…” you said smiling trying to find the right word “so you…” The waiter came by to refill your drinks, and you noticed Harry glance at the dessert menu. He raised an eyebrow at you, holding it up as if to say, Should we?

“You already know the answer,” you said, grinning.

“Chocolate lava cake to share?” he asked, confirming.

“Obviously.” “So you…” he said.

After dinner, he offered to walk you back to your dorm. The streets were quiet, lit only by the soft glow of streetlights. As you talked, his hand brushed against yours a few times. It felt almost deliberate, like he was testing the waters.

Finally, you stopped in front of your building.

“This was nice,” you said, turning to face him.

“Yeah, it was,” he agreed, his voice soft.

There was a moment of silence where neither of you moved. His eyes flickered down to your lips, and for a second, you thought he might lean in. But instead, he took a step back, his hands sliding into his pockets.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said, his voice low and warm.

“Goodnight, Harry,” you replied, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment.

As you climbed the stairs to your dorm, you realized you were smiling. not a small one, a big dumb one.

🌷

The days following the date were filled with an unbearable anticipation. Something between you and Harry had shifted, and though neither of you said it outright, you felt it every time you saw him. Every time his hand brushed yours, every time he laughed at something you said, every time.

And it was killing you.

You tried to focus on classes, tried to keep your mind busy, but it was no use. Something inside you had been set loose, and it wouldn’t rest. Every time you were near him, your thoughts spiraled. You wondered what it would feel like to just grab his face and kiss him, what it would feel to just take a nap with him, to stop dancing around this thing.

Harry, of course, seemed oblivious. He was careful, too careful, like he was walking on eggshells around you. It was sweet—he was sweet—but it was also driving you insane.

Juliet noticed, of course she did “You’re fidgeting,” she pointed out one evening as you sat on your bed, pretending to study.

“No, I’m not,” you shot back, though your leg was bouncing up and down furiously.

Juliet smirked, sitting cross-legged on her own bed. “You are, and you’ve been doing it all week. Let me guess—it’s Harry?”

You glared at her, but the heat in your cheeks gave you away.

“Oh my God, it is Harry!” she exclaimed, practically leaping off her bed.

“Ugh!” you groaned, throwing a pillow at her. “it’s that i can’t take the first step and he’s too careful with me and that’s the reasonable thing to do but ugh!” you said burying your face in your hands. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I’m supposed to be taking it slow, letting him prove himself, but all I can think about is kissing him and holding his hand and cuddling him, and hugging him. It’s like... it’s all-consuming. Pathetic”

Juliet laughed, coming to sit beside you. “Y/N, that’s not a bad thing. It just means you like him. A lot.”

“But it’s too soon,” you said, your voice muffled. “I can’t just—what if I'm wrong?”

Juliet gently pulled your hands away from your face. “Or what if it’s exactly what you both need? You’re not going to ruin anything by being honest about how you feel.”

“I need to talk to him” 

🌷

As much as you were determined to talk to him, you couldn’t fight the fever and the throat pain you woke up with. You barely got any sleep, shifting restlessly in bed, trying to find a comfortable position. At 5 a.m., you gave up and got up to grab your water bottle, taking a few painful sips.

“What’s wrong?” Juliet mumbled from her side of the dorm, barely awake.

“I think I’m sick,” you rasped in a voice so hoarse it surprised even you.

“Oh no, don’t come near me—I don’t want to get sick,” she said, pulling the blanket over her head.

“That’s very thoughtful of you, Juliet. Thanks,” you replied sarcastically, collapsing back into bed and covering your face with one arm, cursing every germ in your body.

You managed to get a few more hours of sleep until 9 a.m., but waking up didn’t make things better. You hated being sick, not just because of the obvious reasons, but because it usually meant dealing with doctors, pills, and needles—all of which you despised. Most times, you convinced yourself you were strong enough to fight off any illness. Sometimes it worked. Other times, it ended with you battling a high fever while a doctor scolded you with, “Why didn’t you come in sooner?”

College had only made things worse—stress, germs everywhere—it felt like walking through a minefield.

Sitting up in bed, you glanced over at Juliet’s side of the dorm, only to find a post-it note with a pill and a couple of vitamin gummies beside it.

“I went to class. TAKE THE PILLS, I MEAN IT. I’ll see you later.”

You frowned, leaning back against the wall. There was no chance you were taking that pill. You grabbed the vitamin gummies and chewed them with some water instead. You weren’t even hungry. Feverish and all, you thought to yourself, I can do this. It’s just one of those things that lasts a day.

But it wasn’t.

At 9:10, you got your first text. You figured it was probably Juliet checking in, either to nag you about taking the pills or to let you know she’d told the teacher you were sick—your class had started at 9, after all. Or maybe it was that relentless Duolingo notification again.

You decided to ignore the first buzz, rolling over to pull the blanket tighter around you. But then came another buzz. And another. Oh, and yet another. Finally, you reached for your phone. There was no way Duolingo could be that persistent.

“Have you had breakfast?” “You still prefer chicken soup?” “How high is the fever? Do you have a thermometer?” “I’ll go buy the soup and meds. I’ll be there in 20.”

It felt like he was talking to himself, given how quickly the messages were coming through despite your lack of response. You blinked at your phone, twice, just to make sure you were really seeing his name on the screen. Did he just get out of class?

You stared at the messages for a moment, your fever-mushed- brain struggling to process what they meant. Harry’s coming here? The thought sent a jolt of something—panic, excitement, maybe both—through you. You glanced at the mirror across the room and groaned. You looked every bit as awful as you felt.

Before you could type out a reply telling him not to bother, another text came through.

“Don’t even think about telling me not to come. I’m already on my way.”

Your thumb hovered over the keyboard. How did he always seem to know exactly what you were thinking? You sighed, giving up on trying to argue with him. Instead, you typed back:

“I don’t want you to get sick too.”

His response came immediately:

“Too late. I think I already caught something anyway”Despite the pounding in your head, you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. Twenty minutes later, a soft knock at the door made you sit up in bed, your blanket still wrapped around you like a cocoon. You shuffled to the door and cracked it open, peeking out to see Harry standing there, balancing a steaming container of soup, a plastic bag from the pharmacy, and a water bottle under one arm.

“Delivery for the sickest girl in college,” he said with a crooked smile, his slightly messy hair and the fact that he’d clearly rushed here “Harry, you didn’t have to—”

“I know,” he interrupted gently, nudging the door open further with his foot. “But I wanted to.”

You stepped back, letting him in, too tired to argue. He set everything down on your desk and turned to face you, his brows knitting together as he took you in.

“You look... like you need to lie back down,” he said softly. You gave him a weak smile, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze. “I look like a mess, you mean.”

He grinned, but there was a softness to it that made your chest tighten. “You look like someone who’s about to feel a lot better after some chicken soup.” You rolled your eyes, but his tone, his presence—it was comforting in a way you hadn’t expected. As he unpacked the soup and meds, you found yourself sitting on the bed, watching him, your earlier hesitations momentarily forgotten. For the first time, you felt like maybe being sick wasn’t so bad. And you didn’t even question how he found out, it had a name. Juliet.

“You didn’t take the pill Juliet left,” Harry said, glancing at the post-it and the pill next to it. “I know you’re not fond of swallowing pills, so I brought chewable Tylenol.” He rummaged through the bag full of items and pulled out a box of chewable tablets. “And there’s a bunch of different flavors of sore throat lozenges,” he added, digging further and producing even more items. “Oh, and this,” he said, pulling out a large chocolate bar.

“I don’t like that one,” you muttered.

“That’s for me,” he replied without missing a beat. “I need energy too if I’m going to take care of you.” His tone was so matter-of-fact that you were momentarily stunned. “I’ll need to go back to my dorm later for some clothes, but I’ll go while you’re napping.”

“Wait, clothes? What do you mean clothes?”

“I’m staying here tonight,” he said casually, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I swapped with Juliet. She didn’t want to risk getting sick, and I was looking to challenge my immune system… seemed fair enough.”

You stared at him, your fever-clouded mind struggling to process his words. “You’re… staying here?”

“Yep.” He started unpacking more items from the bag, completely unbothered by your reaction.

“Harry, you can’t just decide to—”

“I can, and I did,” he interrupted firmly, but his voice remained gentle. “You’re sick, and someone needs to make sure you eat, take your meds, and actually rest. That someone is me.”

You opened your mouth to argue but quickly closed it again. It wasn’t just the fever making you feel off-balance—it was the quiet confidence in his words, like looking after you was the most natural thing in the world.

“Did Juliet really agree to this?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“Of course,” he replied with a small shrug, popping a piece of chocolate into his mouth. “I told her I’d take good care of you.”

You huffed and crossed your arms, though the gesture lacked any real conviction. “Harry, I’m not a child. I don’t need a babysitter.”

He smiled then—soft and a little smug. “I know you’re not a child. But i know that you are VERY stubborn when it comes to sickness and you do need someone, and I’m volunteering. Now, take this.”

He held out two chewable Tylenol and a bottle of water, his expression patient but expectant. You sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. Begrudgingly, you took the pill, popping it into your mouth and chewing slowly as he watched you like a hawk.

“Happy now?” you muttered, swallowing it down with a sip of water.

“Ecstatic,” he replied with a grin. “Now, eat some soup, and then you’re taking a nap.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at your lips. As much as his determination to stay and care for you was annoying, it was also… kind of nice. Tag list: @hermionelove @mads3502 @cherryloveshs @harrystyleshotwife @familyshow-orisit @fadingcherryblossomblaze @lunaharrygurl @gem1712 @millsadoresyou @prettydelilah @sassamanda77 @maddiesalvatore1839 @wheredidmyeyesgo

[strangerinalostworld]

yeah so that finale. yikes.

*immense amounts of doctor who spoilers under the cut*

firstly, they brought back two amazing characters, the rani and omega, and hardly did anything with them. that entire storyline amounted to virtually nothing. omega was on screen for a few seconds and then killed(ish) off. the rani, while having more time, didn’t do much, i felt. she was acted incredibly and her character was portrayed accurately, they just could’ve gone deeper into her as an individual rather than just her in relation to the doctor—if that makes sense. both these characters were a fantastic chance to bring back and elaborate on old villains but they felt like simple nostalgia grabs if anything.

speaking of nostalgia grabs, what was the purpose of susan showing up? she was there once in the season for no reason other than to attempt to get classic fans back into the show. they could’ve actually done something with her, but no. this season really did just feel like a ton of missed opportunities.

the entire poppy storyline shouldn’t have existed. it took up so much time and was so complicated yet ultimately resulted in pretty much nothing. yes, it completed belinda’s story arc but that was a problem in itself. they really took a genuinely amazing companion and finished up her arc with her…being a mother? yeah, weird. that just rubbed me the wrong way, especially since, up until last episode, she really showed no interest in that. and i’m aware that poppy also represented the doctor’s own wishes, but that could’ve been explored in a different way (i.e. susan)

finally, while i love billie piper to death, her coming back was, again, a nostalgia grab. although i am genuinely excited to see her as the doctor (though i’ve always wanted her to play the master) i’m afraid bad writing will ruin her as well.

seriously, while it’s a bit silly to say this considering i wasn’t even alive for the first time this happened, i think we need another wilderness years. we just need a break so everyone can take a step back and reconsider the nonsense that’s going on

also i hate the eight episode per season format.

also also, ‘wokeness’ is not the downfall of doctor who. the doctor could never be a white guy again and i’d be stoked, i would just like good writing, please and thanks

[amethystfairy1]

Uhh about the anon like a year ago or smth that was wondering if TT!Ren has DID- I'm NOT aprofessional, but I am researching it, and I'm kinda doubtful? (Although I've only read to the second Treebark fic-)

Ren does display traits (personalities for survival) and the circumstances for on of the theorized ways DID is developed (dissociating trauma to another while believing that person is separate but same bodied (I kinda doubt it.

First off, memories. There will be gaps. While I'm not the most up to date on TT, to me, it seems Ren is ACTIVELY oppressing his memories! He still has them in that little box! Just very oprressed!

Also, he is aware the other personalities are not him! They're a mask! Not real! Made for his convenience of survival!

I have to say he probably has a different dissociative disorder, because don't get me wrong Ren IS dissociating (I dont have a guess bc I only researched DID) so like yeah.

I prob have more evidence, but I'm kinda half asleep rambling.

Also !his is NOT to criticize the anon! I've just been recently researching it and had that post stuck in my mind. And I wanted to share it with the class! *still holding an umbrella up to a Google Slides presentation. Yeah!

Sounds good to me! Like I always say when it comes to stuff like this, I don't plan to confirm or deny anything in these sorts of headcanons...if you wanna headcanon TT!Ren as having DID, go for it! If you don't, don't! It's not something that'll ever show up in the story itself of course, but I will always invite people to make their own headcanons, spins, and interpretations of my work! That's what makes creativity so fun!

[igiulss]

Thoughts about: Officer Rosinante (modern AU)

because I can't keep these thoughts in my mind. I already did some sketches, I'll post them eventually, but for now: THOUGHTS.

I am taking as a reference italian police, since I live there and in theory Dressrosa is a mix of Barcellona (with Parc Guell designs for the entire city) and Rome (For the Colosseo). And because the uniform is not so bad either (I saw some agents calming down a group of not-so-quiet football fans in the subway aaaaand well, the agents looked good. And I thought: "Oh well, how about Rosinante Donquixote being an officer? How would he look with the azure buttoned shirt that the police wears? And with the darker uniform with short sleeves, so we can see his big arms? Good idea").

I can imagine him being that officer that does his job and a lot more, without being an oppressive presence, but also assuring himself that corruption isn't inside his team. He's aware that he can't control the entire police department he collaborates with, so he at least tries with his team. I think he would also want to intervene or investigate as a plainclothes agent, wanting to nurture his sense of justice and just make the world a better place, even if he doesn't need to do it alone.

It would be almost fun to meet him. I bet burocracy is annoying in every country, BUT LET ME TELL YOU: here in Italy our politicians made it a sport to just... make you want to scream at the state employees because when you have to do burocracy things, there's just always something that doesn't go well, or it's missing. And not because of you. And one day you just want to put your hands onto the face of this old person, that just wants you to leave, but you have to stay and do your thing, obtain your permit, change your general pratictioner, anything. And behind you there's this shadow, that you can feel, before noticing it, because of your rage. And when officer Donquixote's big hand pats your arm as a warning to lower your voice, you turn around and his assertive tone makes you shut up. He's not rude, just assertive. He needs you to keep your voice at a lower volume, so you can explain to him what's happening and why you looked like wanting to end the life of the annoying old person in front of you.

After telling him what was wrong, he tells you basically the same things the old employee said, but with a calmer tone, laying down the law to you (while you keep looking at his amber/hazel eyes, nodding and think that you would like him to lay you down, somewhere, anywhere, instead of the law) while he studies your features for a moment and thinks about what to do once he'll finish speaking with you. Asking for your name? Number?

And maybe you just thank him, he jokes a little about the old employee who talked to you, saying that they're one of the worst and you'll have to return at the town hall with the new documentation he explained to you, asking for a certain Viola that will certainly be a bit more kind to you.

And who knows, my thoughts get a bit messy and not so pure from now on. I have this picture in mind about Rosinante being so kind, a bit cold in the beginning, but then he melts and lets you do whatever you want with him. Very helpful. Very pliable.

Until you test his patience. I didn't think yet what would make him snap and do the most powerful uno reverse in bed in human history, but it maybe has to be something about your safety, or something about his job that you don't like, or that makes his life difficult and dangerous.

this is a mess, but anywaaaays, now I can go on with my saturday with my head a bit more lighter, have a good one 🫡

[ellipse-society]

I disagree that dissociation in the instance of letting alters form their own individual identies stands in opposition to integration. Especially since it is a tool we have used to integrate. It's understanding who we are individually and separate from each other which has allowed us to integrate the most. It's the investigation into the individual which allowed us to understand what they need on an individual level and fulfillment of that need which has allowed for integration. Of course we have never fused and don't expect too with how our brain functions easiest but we have made significant progress towards functional multiplicity through letting our alters have full identies separate from one another and allowing them to share parts of those identities with us.

And as far as day to day dissociation the utilization of plural kit and simply plural have been the only things that allow us to minimize our experience of it. Without acknowledging the individual characteristics of the current fronter(s) we become a blurry dissociated mess and can't focus on anything. And when we are dissociated already having simply plural already set up with folders based on who is best for each type of situation, we have something to focus on to figure out who should we be trying to get to switch in and ground.

Of course they can be helpful for some and harmful for others. I'm not going to say everyone experiences it how I do because I am fully aware that isn't true. But the idea that using these resources will most likely be detrimental when they obviously help so many comes off wrong to me. If you want to warn of potential dangers sure but putting them in a place where the dangers should be expected when for some it's more dangerous not to use tools like this feels counterproductive for what you were trying to do with that list at the very least.

I heavily disagree with the point about plural kit/simply plural/octocon

if your goal is final fusion, then yes you might not want to use those. but functional multiplicity is also a very valid and real goal to have. integration does not equal full fusion! we've integrated the most we can and rarely have any amnesia anymore, but we set to have functional multiplicity, and part of that is giving our alters the chance to use things like simply plural to tell about themselves

personally I would add something like "if your recovery goal is final fusion" to the pluralkit point,

sincerely, a DID system

Hi anon! You are absolutely right, integration does not equal final fusion, they are two entirely different things. I’m not sure why you think I don’t believe that.

While functional multiplicity is technically possible, it is only recommended under certain circumstances (isstd’s 3 phase treatment plan)

Separating your alters from yourself by encouraging them to form and share their identities is by definition dissociating them. Dissociation is the opposite of integration. Integrating is the recommended treatment plan for did. Therefore, treating them like that and encouraging that behavior is anti recovery.

As an additional note: please don’t try to make your opinion seem more important by saying you are a did system and implying im not a pwdid. As I stated in the original post those tips were from experience.

[stars-n-spice]

Twin Things:

Based on this post by @here-comes-the-moose

Because honestly same Crosshair.

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[babybinko]

Jiggy...😚🥰💗

[doodloodles]

In light of Rogue's brief return I feel like I should throw my theory that the someone he lost was a previous incarnation of the Doctor in the ring before canon confirms or debunks it. Probably one of their lost lives that got wiped considering they don't (consciously) recognize him—like with Anansi's daughter. Assuming Rogue isn't somebody we already knew with a new look