#i know i know i shouldnt dwell on it

[userwoosan]

How are people so rational and capable of not being bitter

[bunnihearted]

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[aria0fgold]

Thinkin bout my isat au now, I don't have much of an idea on it cuz tbf I barely changed anything other than well-- Odile is in pain now. Just thinking more bout scenarios that'd differ during the uhh... new loop+?????? How'd I even go about calling that new set of loops now?

Just that the most visible change would be on Odile who's now waaay more tired looking and a lil more slower than usual. So in a way her battle style becomes a lil bit like a glass cannon in that she hits HARD but takes time for her to get a hit in now. And as the loops go on, she becomes weaker on the defense department so she truly be a glass cannon. Odile also doesn't "level up" in this au too since she had already maxed her experience out, it's just that she's also slowly dying so to be fair-- Her exp is fine but her hp isn't and her lvl is being treated like a timer of her slowly approaching doom. So even if her levels lower, it won't really affect her experience and the spells she had already unlocked. To the Universe, she's still as experienced as a lvl 99 person, it's just that now she's becoming as fragile as someone lower leveled.

She retains her more powerful spells but using those spells would backfire on her and result in a recoil that ALSO hurts her, not as much as she damages the enemies, but a significant of her hp gets taken away still.

[darcyolsson]

sometimes i do get hit with that fear thats like what if something is fundamentally wrong with me and i am in fact romantically unlovable no matter what i do or how bad i want it and i'll die alone and more importantly, everyone will pity me for that, and then after like 5 minutes it passes because i know in my heart literally half of the people who have ever lived and will ever live on this hellhole of a world feel this way at some point. but for those 5 minutes it's scary as hell

[nomairuins]

bedtime nowww probably ummm today qas not what i wanted it 2 be but its fine. i dont feel negative just a very very very numb day which is almost worse. but only almost 🙏

[munamania]

is it really really stupid to give her the gift. i know she’s not worth it and im making myself feel like shit over and over and i need to stop and it doesnt matter how sad or angry i am about it she’s not just gonna dump him and even if she did i wouldn’t like. want to be the second choice (not that i inherently would be. weirdo dream scenario) and it’s just not gonna affect her much to not see me anymore and i have to be okay with that. and im truthfully not rn but i have to be cause that’s the reality. anyway lost my point there

[s0urte3th]

i mean, im not saying im.. bad i guess?

[upsidedownmvnson]

eddie stares in the mirror at the scars that mark his body.

he knows it’s not his fault. and he knows there’s nothing he can really do about it, so he shouldnt dwell on things that are out of his control. he knows his scars make him unique, and that you find him just as attractive as you did before…

but even knowing all that, he stares at the marks on his skin and he hates them.

it’s a constant reminder. kids stare at him at the pool, some people ask about it when they catch a glimpse when his shirt rides up, and when you run your fingers over them… he feels like a monster.

he wishes they would go away. and then he wishes he could just love himself again.

when you enter the room you’re immediately aware of eddie’s feelings. you cant read his mind, but you can tell he’s upset by the look on his face. this isnt the first time youd caught him looking in the mirror, tearing apart what he sees.

“what can i do?” you ask, desperate for anything that could help him with his self image. of course you thought he was beautiful, but you wanted him to feel the same. the way he used to…

but he didn’t have an answer for you. he just put on a shirt, kissed you on the forehead, and left the room.

you had to do something, you couldnt watch eddie suffer anymore. it was breaking your heart as well. you knew what to try.

for the next week you did odd jobs around town. you mowed an elderly neighbours yard, watched a single mother’s daughter for a few afternoons, and helped steve harrington drive the party to and from the beach safely. you charged him an extra ten just because robin wasn’t going to be there lol

and then when you had a nice squirrel fund, you presented it to eddie’s tattoo artist buddy, a deposit to book an appointment for a few months down the line. you wanted to give eddie lots of time to design a new tattoo.

when you presented him the appointment card, and the rest of the money, you hadn’t expected eddie to burst out in tears

he couldnt help himself. eddie couldnt help but weep and hold you close because he just had no fucking idea how to express how grateful he was. he wanted to get a new tattoo so bad but didnt want to waste money on it, not with the new trailer payments and the… it doesnt matter. because youd taken care of it.

youd taken care of him,

and he would never ever forget it. he would spend the rest of his life trying to make you feel as loved and as seen as you just made him feel <3

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hello sex witch! I hope i am not disrespectful or annoying in sending this ask. Im a mid 20s straight dude who has never had any sexual experience, and i know people constantly say that it doesnt define me, that i shouldnt base my self worth on that, but the fact is it is incredibly alienating to be an adult who simply does not participate in what for most people seems to be a normal part of adult life. I want to have sexual experiences, but at this point im afraid i am like… too broken to start? Like who would want to initiate a sexual experience with someone like me yknow? I guess im asking for advice in how to overcome this kind of thing and begin having a sex life. Even if you can’t provide much advice, I’m hoping that if you post this, maybe other people in my situation will feel a little less alone. Love and light to you <3

hi anon,

this isn't disrespectful or rude at all, and I'm glad you're willing to reach out for advice about this! I often worry that I'm missing the 20-something straight dude demographic, but I'm glad to know some of y'all are out there, because you deserve compassionate conversations about sex as much as everyone else does :)

I'm gonna say this right up front: you're not broken. nobody is! whenever you find yourself worrying that there's something about you that would make any potential partner go running, I want you to imagine the situation were reversed. if a woman you were attracted to told you something about herself that was the same thing you're ashamed of in yourself, would you stop being attracted to her?

in this case, would it be a dealbreaker for you that someone else hadn't had any previous sexual partners? would you think they were broken and unfuckable, or would you see that as just one aspect of a person who's much more than their sexual history?

if you wouldn't feel negatively about a partner having that trait then I'm sorry, you're not allowed to hate it in yourself! them's the rules!

listen: very rarely does a person pick a sexual partner because of their extensive sexual resume. people connect over shared interests, over similar senses of humor and values, over bonds that can be formed in a second if the vibes are right. most people won't care how many other partners you've had; they'll care if you seem interesting and dynamic and worth getting to know more in a carnal manner.

listen: ultimately, you have very little control over whether or not you have sex. it's largely a matter of luck and coincidence unless you feel like paying someone to have sex with you, which is a fine thing to do - sex workers need to make rent, after all. but what you can control is how you show up in the world, how you express yourself, and how you interact with others. cultivate yourself. dedicate time to your interests, take loving care of yourself, learn to do things that make you happy without shame, practice being a good friend and conversational partner, take risks that let you have fun outside your comfort zone.

in short, focus on the areas of your life that you can control rather than dwelling on the ones dictated so heavily by chance. the best case scenario is that you become the sexiest, most interesting person alive; the worst case scenario is that you enjoy life more fully whether you have a partner or not.

also, hey: for what it's worth, studies pretty consistently find that most people tend to WILDLY overestimate the amount of sex that other people are having while considering themselves below average. the truth is that you're unlikely to be nearly as much of an outlier as you worry that you are.

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

writing spn scenes at 5am bc I cant sleep :D

this isnt gonna b well-written...

also thanks to @brainrotarchive for pushing me to think abt how the initial reveal of all this would actually go! this was fun! and it hurt! a LOT

(set after all the current postcanon bs resolves, or in a universe where 15x20 just didn't happen)

*Sam is washing dishes in the Bunker late at night when he hears Dean quietly sobbing from the garage. Sam sighs, puts down the towel and goes to check on Dean*

*Dean is sitting on the step between the garage and the rest of the bunker, surrounded by empty beer bottles. his head is resting on his shoulder, arms wrapped around himself in a kind of hug, his shoulders are shaking as he cries*

Sam (assuming this is about Cas again): ...hey Dean. what's up?

Dean (through tears, slurred): how did it get to this, Sammy?

Sam (he wasn't expecting this response): *stepping towards his brother* what do you mean?

Dean (starting straight ahead into the unlit garage): when we die, where will we go? we've been to Heaven, we've been to Hell, Purgatory, fuck. We've fought our way out of ALL OF THEM SAMMY, WE'VE FOUGHT GOD!!! we cant even DIE now!

*Dean is getting hysterical, but Sam has sat down next to him, eyes wide, listening intently. He'd pondered this now and then, but if he's being honest he's afraid to dwell on it*

Dean (getting up and beginning to pace): we know every place we could go when we die! we know ALL of them, and we know everything about them. that's not how humans are supposed to live, Sammy, that's not how any of this is supposed to work!

*Dean pauses and almost sobs/gags as a thought strikes him*

Dean (still ranting): how do we keep going from here?! what are we supposed to do?! we used to- - we used to hunt monsters, demons, and now we've become the thing we were trying to wipe out!

*Dean is nearly screaming at this point, crying like we rarely/never see him cry*

Dean (sob-yelling): this whole thing?! this-- this defying death? cheating death!? its against the NATURAL ORDER, we were supposed to KILL things that- we were supposed to PREVENT THIS from-- WE WERE SUPPOSED TO STOP THIS, SAMMY!

Dean (fully in hysterics, breaking down): WHATS DEAD STAYS DEAD, RIGHT?! THATS WHAT DAD ALWAYS TOLD US. WELL NOW LOOK AT US?! WE DONT STAY DEAD. WE'VE DEATH AT EVERY- we've- we fought GOD Sammy, and Cas-

(Dean stops to choke on his tears a bit)

Dean(cont): Cas was an ANGEL Sammy he was a fucking- he was- that shouldnt even be- - we shouldnt --

(there's a pause as Dean almost undetectably mouths Cas' name again. Sam waits, having gone from intrigued to more than a little disturbed by his brother's behavior)

Sam (hesistant, nervously, not even sure what he's about to say): Dean, I-

Dean (back turned): we shouldve- shouldve stayed dead the first time. then-

*Dean half-stumbles out the door to get some air, seemingly out of words & tears. he is really drunk. Sam gets up and follows him.*

*Sam finds Dean outside, back to him, swaying on his feet, hugging his chest. Sam goes up behind his brother, maybe hoping to coax him to bed and finish this VERY IMPORTANT CONVERSATION when he's sober*

Sam (gently, quietly, still unsure of what exactly he's going to say): Dean, I think- I mean-- this. -I think we should--

*Dean whirls on Sam, a manic fire in his eyes, knife drawn, and slashes Sam across the chest, slicing his shirt open. Sam stumbles back in shock and fear*

Dean (reeling now, but seeing he appears to have missed his strike): See, Sammy?! How do you even know that would have cut you? how do you know the knife wouldn't fucking break?! we don't know ANYTHING Sammy we're nOT- WE'RE NOT-

*Dean crumples as the weight of his emotions and his violent attack all hit him at once, falling forward onto Sam's shoulder as his knees buckle and sobs wrack his whole body. Sam allows himself to fall to his knees and support his brother, rubbing Dean's back gently*

Sam (about to say something): -

*Sam suddenly gasps and coughs, red staining his lips. Dean's knife had hit after all, and with the adrenaline fading, Sam realizes that the cut is deep and well-placed. He begins to fall backwards*

*through the haze of alcohol and grief, Dean slowly realizes what's going on. suddenly alert, he grabs Sam by the shoulders and prevents him from falling backwards*

Dean: SAMMY!

Sam (eyes wide, choking on blood, realizing with horror that the prophecy of "brother killing brother" finally came true in this moment): Dean- I- i- *cough*

*cut to Sam's POV. he's looking up at Dean, whose expression goes from panicked and horrified to suddenly stone-cold serious*

Dean (voice unnervingly level): Sammy. Don't Die.

Sam (bewildered, fading fast): wh-what?

Dean (looking Sam directly in the eye, suddenly steady and sure of himself after his earlier outburst): We don't have to do this again Sammy. You don't have to. Just keep your eyes open. And Dont. Die.

*There's a long beat. the two brothers sit, half-crouched, facing each other, Dean half-holding Sam. Sam struggles to keep his eyes open, and then realizes, abruptly, that its not a struggle. Sam takes a breath, then another. Then looks down at his sliced shirt and the still-present wound that is already beginning to stop bleeding.*

*Sam looks up at Dean, breath becoming shaky, horror growing in his eyes as he finally accepts the truth*

Sam (choked, in shock): Oh god

Sam (helplessly, tears gathering at the back of his throat as he pulls closer to his brother, just now fully understanding what he was saying): what... what now, Dean?

Dean (Pulling Sam up so that his chin rests on Dean's shoulder, the two now fully hugging in the dust outside the bunker): I dunno Sammy... I dunno

*the camera pulls back to show the pitch darkness around the pair, showcasing how truly alone they are with what they've become*

[saiorrr]

Your limiting beliefs and how they are shaping your life.

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Our whole life we have been thinking about negative circumstances. "I can't do this, what if something bad happens" or "if I get in a relationship he/she will break my heart" or "what if this money is gone in a snap"?

The reason is that it is so easy for us to think about the negative. Its so ridiculously easy for us that we start to dwell in the assumption and thus it gets rooted deep into our subconscious mind. Which then reflects in our reality. Results being negative circumstances. We also further dwell on these unwanted assumptions because of our past experiences that create a memory. For example you got hurt in your committed relationship and now you have a memory where your partner cheated or whatsoever. Now everything you see your new partner simply interacting with the opposite gender. Your immediate instinct and thoughts become negative and you start to get anxious and needy. Not realising the fact that not every partner of yours is there to betray you but it is rather YOUR memory of the bad incident that created the negative assumptions and built your beliefs. Which then gets impeded in your subconscious mind through repetitive thinking, affirming or simply assuming.

so what do we do?

identify your current life situation

we rewrite our story. Take one morning or even a day to point out your current life situation. identify your limiting beliefs and how they are blocking you from achieving your dream life and write them out.

acceptance

next comes ACCEPTING that you have certain limiting beliefs and be okay with that. DONT be embarassed of them as you know you CAN change them. Realize that it completely okay to have a certain type of belief system. but you totally can rewrite your entire life and live how you want.

rewrite your story

after you have identified and accepted them. its time to rewrite your story and give it a 180 degree turn. write out exactly how you want to live. maybe create a vision board. try some techniques like affirming, visualizing, journal, shadow work, scripting etc, choose whatever works best for you.

and be repetitive as hell. DONT IDENTIFY WITH ANY NEGATIVE THOUGHTS THAT COMES IN YOUR MIND. keep in mind that negative thoughts might come but you shouldnt force yourself to "not think" those. just dont dwell on them and instead affirm something positive everytime a negative thought appears.

REMINDER

once again guys, REALITY IS COMPLETELY MORPHABLE. So be delusional as hell, dont lt anything get in your way. you are the queen or king of your sea. and you can have everything you want from the smallest to largest detail. dont stop believing. xoxo

[realpokemon]

I've had the same Hoppip ever since I was a little girl. She doesn't battle or anything but I typically still have her hold an everstone just in case. The other day my mom left the windows open and a strong crossbreeze blew her out of the house. We looked everywhere but couldn't find her.

Luckily, a few days later she managed to find her way back to us but she evolved into a Skiploom (I can still tell it's her, I'd recognzie my Tumbles anywhere). I guess at some point she dropped the everstone or something.

I, of course, still love her more than anything in the world, but I can't help but be kinda sad she's not a Hoppip anymore. I just have a lot of complicated feelings about all this, you know?

Like I don't know, maybe she dropped the everstone on purpose bc she wanted to evolve and I had been forcing her to stay a Hoppip all these years. Or maybe she wanted to stay a Hoppip but had to evolve to defend herself against wild pokemon and she doesn't wanna be a Skiploom either.

I just wish she could tell me what she is thinking.....

Regardless, at the end of the day she's still my little Tumbles and I love her.

i actually really feel for this ask, shit is really rough. the decision to evolve or not evolve your pokémon has a shit ton of weight to it and i see why youre upset, but in the end, whats done is done yea? since you cant. like. unevolve her, you shouldnt dwell on whether she wouldve been happier staying as a hoppip or anythin and just focus on getting her situated in her new evolution. pokémon tend to be super in-tune with their trainers emotions, so you working on encouraging her in her new form will help her feel more comfortable regardless.

[troutfur]

prompt if you still need: fernkit/paw wondering if she'll ever become a warrior and wondering why she's still in the nursery/just starting her apprenticeship while cloudpaw gets apprenticed first and becomes a warrior before the other cats that are older than him -- brightpaw and swiftpaw.

[according to canon, she's born in the summer at the end-ish of into the wild. she's not even an apprentice until the following summer of rising storm. her and ashkit/paw are full adults in the nursery.]

I just HAD to do this one since it's so goddamn funny. The Erins did my favorite timeline fuckup TWICE. GOD. Knowing them it's probably many more, actually. Diversity win! Due to authorial incompetence this character is now adult in primary education representation!

For the unaware, it's an important plot point that The Sight takes place towards the end of winter/beginning of spring, since the whole of the plot can be tracked almost day by day pretty accurately and only takes up about a single moon, with the climax at the Daylight Gathering which explicitly happens during the first full moon of the spring.

However, in Sunrise during the subplot in which Jayfeather goes snooping in Leafpool's business, it is established him and his siblings were born in... winter! Leafpool's Wish later on doubles down on this nonsense which has forever ruined my ability to take the parentage reveal investigation seriously. CLEARLY such a basic timeline fuckup must mean Jayfeather's memory is shit and not to be trusted.

Typically I ignore this when creating timelines for my work, but I do have the jokey headcanon that Firestar was so furious about the fox kits incident that he refused to apprentice them until they were grown-ass adults. lmao.

Anyway, enough of my ramblings! Let's go!

(Want to submit your own scenario for me to turn into 500 words of crack? Check out my guidelines and submit a prompt! Recently I did an askbox cleanup so I'm very much in need for a good few more to get to November 30th.)

“Ashkit, don’t you feel like there’s something just... wrong about all this?” Fernkit asked with her squeaky kit voice from where she was observing just at the entrance to the nursery.

Her twin brother looked to her from where he was batting at a mossball, his head tilted to the side with confussion. “What do you mean?”

She frowned. “It’s just that, you know...” she looked out. “Cloudpaw is getting his apprentice ceremony, but wasn’t he smaller than us? And didn’t he get bigger just now?”

“When we woke up we were the same size,” Ashkit replied with a shrug.

“Maybe but shouldnt’ that mean we should be apprenticed as well?” Fernkit asked.

“Well, Bluestar didn’t say it was our turn to be appentices yet,” Ashkit said. “And mom says that we must obey everything she says. So if she hasn’t said we should be apprenticed we should just obey.”

Fernkit took in a deep breath as she tried to think how to explain the situation. “But aren’t we supposed to become apprentices when we reach 6 moons old? Didn’t we reach that a while ago?”

“I’unno,” Ashkit replied.

“We were already here by the time Cloudpaw joined the Clan,” Fernkit pointed out. “Shouldn’t we at least be becoming apprentices alongside Cloudpaw?”

“I don’t know what you’re worrying so much about,” Ashkit finally said as he turned around. “Cloudpaw’s going to have to do chores around camp all day now and we get to play instead. What do you miss so much about becoming an apprentice?”

As her brother tossed out his mossball and walked off, Fernkit was left alone with her thoughts on the matter. She couldn’t deny that there was some truth to what her brother was saying but it still left her a tad... unsettled. Wasn’t he ever excited about the idea of finally leaving the nursery? Of getting to know the territory and the world outside of camp? Of doing all of the things their adopted littermate would get to do?

Fernpaw shook her head, refusing to keep dwelling on these thoughts. Perhaps Ashkit was right and it wasn’t their time just yet. Perhaps being in the nursery would be for the best.

And so she followed in his lead.

[fallingfor-fics]

Teachers Pet- Chapter 72: Your Power

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I woke up to the feeling of Severus getting up for work. He apparated me to the school after he got ready, tucking me into the bed in his private quarters, insisting I rest one more day before returning to school. It was also early and he wasn't going to leave me alone at his house and figured I better come back at some time. I slept a few more hours waking up to the sound of Severus teaching in his room, yelling at some first years I'm sure. Looking at the clock I guessed it was second period. I laughed to myself before sitting up slowly, yawning and pushing back my hair. I slowly stood hearing my joints pop as I moved towards my suitcases, shrinking them I put on my robes, tucking the small cases in my pockets and putting on my slippers. I sighed and tried apparating back to my dorm, I opened my eyes but was still in Snapes bedroom.  I frowned, exhausted and not having much energy at the moment. I realized something though, Severus probably knows all that. 

"I swear if he trapped me in here-" I muttered before grabbing my wand. I closed my eyes and focused, mustering up as much energy as I could although I felt incredibly drained. I muttered a spell to let me get past any spells Severus might have used, he probably shouldnt have taught me that one but, he was worried. Feeling the familiar waves of nausea, I popped back into my bedroom. There was no one there because of classes, so I used the time to put away my things, just waving my wand around to put things away. I got into the shower, watching as red water washed down the drain from the dried blood on my back and waist. Zoning out as I scrubbed over the scars on my body. They were still healing, red and sore. I didnt dwell on it too much. Hurrying with the rest of my routine. I finished up, getting dressed and doing some light makeup. I felt tired, but I'd already missed a day of school, and I had enough energy to go to at least half of my classes. I sighed as I checked the time, lunch was just about to end so I decided to just wait and catch Draco on his way to potions. Realizing I wasn't sure how Harry was, or if Draco even knew of what happened over vacation.

Making my way down the halls, I saw the tall blonde boy walking down through the dungeons. I quickly walked over to him tapping on his shoulder with a smile, "Hey!" I said excitedly, he turned to face me and had a tired look on his face, dark circles beneath his eyes, a bruise surely spread across his cheek, with pale skin and messy hair, "What's wrong? What happened to your face?" I asked quickly shifting to a concerned look. "Did your dad do that? Is it about Harry? I know that was scary but he's ok-" he just shook his head, "It's not Harry okay? I don't want to talk about it." he wouldn't even look me in the eyes and just kept walking to class. I just nodded as I followed him there, walking in with him. I figured Severus had not realized I wasn't in his room since he was busy catching up on work and assumed I would be sleeping all day. I followed Draco in, him walking fast ahead. I noticed Severus was facing away from us, writing something on the chalkboard. I noticed a strange thing when I walked in, as soon as I stepped in the room, he stopped and turned. He made eye contact with me, giving me a glance over and then looking away and back to what he was writing. It was subtle, but it was like he sensed I'd come in and tried his best to ignore my presence. I went and sat with Draco. Watching him look down like a zombie, still and tired. Not even present.

I heard the sound of the bell and looked up at the front, Severus was setting down the chalk and watching the last few scrambling students take their seats. He looked over at me and I could tell by the look he gave me. He wasn't happy I was up walking around already. I noticed he glanced over at Draco, and the boy was looking back at him, slowly looking away again and Severus just had a look of concern and sympathy. I furrowed my brows at the exchange and watched as Severus cleared his throat and waved his hand, shutting the door.

"I apologize for my absence yesterday," he paused, glancing at me for a moment before continuing "read these chapters and answer these questions." was all Snape said, pointing to the board, "Turn it in at the end of class." he added in his deep velvety voice, walking over to his desk and sitting down scribbling away. Draco didn't speak all class, I finished before him unlike normal, he was so distracted. I looked at Severus and he was still hunched over writing. I pushed my paper over to Draco so he could see my answers. He looked over and relaxed his shoulders, copying what I had written. Class was quiet and bare. No one chatted in here out of fear of our Professor. The bell rang soon and all the kids flooded out. Draco took off, not even stopping to wait for me. I got up and walked out without a glance in Severus' direction, figuring I'd talk to him tonight.

My plans were tarnished when I realized Severus wasn't at dinner, nor was he in his room after. I didn't want to look weird consistently checking on him, so after noticing his absences twice I stuck around in my room. Doing some homework I had and then reading a book, which I still had yet to get around to finishing. I checked my clock and it was around midnight almost two. Everyone in my room was sleeping and so was the rest of the school I assumed. Stepping onto the cold floors I got up and put my robes on over my silk nightgown, putting on my slippers and grabbing my wand. I couldn't help but let myself get carried away worrying about Severus. I knew he was probably fine, but I wanted to talk to him about this morning and class, and I hadn't seen him since. I thought for a moment about which teacher would be on duty, knowing it wasnt Severus. I couldn't think of whose night it was so I just shrugged it off, figuring I would be hiding from them anyways.

Tiptoeing out of the room, through the common room, I made my way into the hall. Not seeing any lights and grateful his classroom wasn't too far. I made my way slowly and quietly down the hall. Shivering at the cold air that passed me, leaving goosebumps on my skin. I hoped that he was awake if he was still here at all. I heard shuffling and quickly stopped to look around. I heard a few steps and voices and moved to the shadows, waving my wand and camouflaging with the wall. I saw a soft glow coming from around the corner and heard two muttering voices. "Yes Minerva I assure you there isn't anything to worry about for the time being." I heard the familiar deep voice whisper and I tensed up, backing up to the wall. "I just dont think Albus is fit to be juggling so much right now." I heard the older Professor quarrel. I furrowed my brows at her comment and watched as they came into view. "Albus knows his limits." Severus commented in his usual annoyed tone, they stopped only five feet from me, "But should he need assistance, or something were to change-" I saw Severus look in my general direction glancing over the area and I internally panicked, even though I was surely not visible, it really felt like he was looking me in the eyes. "I will let you know first if your assistance is needed Minerva, now if you'll excuse me I must get to grading." I watched as he reassured the woman and she nodded, glancing over his stance and walking off. He watched as she walked away, until she was out of sight and her footsteps could no longer be heard.

He stood there for a moment making sure no one else was around, "Come on." he said in a stern tone still, walking to his door and opening it. I took off the spell and hung my head down like a shameful pet as I walked into his room. "Merlin Y/n what the hell were you doing?" he said, setting his things down on his desk rather harshly. "How did you see me?" I whined unfairly. "Because i'm not an amateur." he groaned and I sighed at his tone. Minerva had gone I didn't understand why he was still talking that way. "What do you want?" he asked, walking over to the door to his private quarters.

 "You weren't at dinner." I said remembering the night he'd bugged me with the same statement. "Yes.." he drawled out in annoyance and I rested my hand on my hips and chewed the inside of my cheek. "Is something the matter?" I asked softly and he laughed as I followed him into his room. "I don't know, i've had a long day and I come back to find a student hiding, not very well I might add, outside my door in the middle of the night." I frowned at his disappointment and followed him to his bedroom as he put things away. "I'm sorry but McGonagall didn't see me, ok? That's the whole point of the spell." He hung up his robes and looked down at me, "She's very smart Y/n and I doubt you are so confident, to not make a mistake and expose us!" he quipped and I furrowed my brows at him, I grew annoyed with the way he was speaking to me, and often grew tired of his hot and cold behavior when it came to our relationship being a secret. He noticed the shift in my face and the damper on my eyes, "I just wanted to see you." I stated simply and his own face shifted. Frowning lightly I saw his dark eyes warm up as he took a step back and realized his sharp demeanor. "I apologize." he said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and looking forward.

I sat next to him doing the same, "it's okay, you just need to learn to check yourself sometimes. Especially when talking to me. I'm not just any other student when we are alone." He nodded and I took his hand, intertwining our fingers. "How did you get out without me realizing this morning?" he asked and I shook my head, "You mean how did I get through your little trap?" He stayed quiet and I let out a sigh, "I know you just wanted me to stay close by, but you can't literally lock me in your room." I laughed and he nodded, "It was a momentary lapse in judgement." he excused and I just laughed resting my head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry about leaving class without talking to you." I added and he just shook his head, "It's alright, it's not like I asked you to stay anyhow." I thought for a moment about the interaction between Draco and him figuring it wouldn't hurt to ask. "What's going on with Draco?" I asked leaning my head back up and looking at him, "Im not sure, but with the spring vacation events, im sure he was left unwell." I shook my head, not believing that to be a good reason. "I think Lucius hit him." I said sadly and Severus didn't hesitate in nodding along, "I wouldn't put it past him." I frowned at the comment. Rubbing my hands over my face. "I can't believe I ever fooled around with him." I mumbled ashamed and Severus just stayed quiet. I looked over at him and could tell he was pouting over my comment.

"Are you jealous Sev?" I asked lightheartedly, staring at his expression. He sat still and turned to look at me, an annoyed look having taken over his face, "No." he drawled out in his deep velvety voice. "Oh come now, its alright if you are." I reassured him and he scoffed, "Im not jealous, and I sure as hell wouldn't be jealous of that man, ever." I read his face, seeing how his brow raised and his jaw tightened. I snaked my hands up over his shoulders, rubbing them slightly, "Awe are you worried about Lucius still having power over me?" I teased, removing my robes and moving up on my knees, standing behind him on the bed, continuing to massage his shoulders. I could feel he was still tense at the question, "No.." he retorted, sinking into my hands and not protesting my actions. "Its sounding a bit like you are.." I continued poking at him and he let out a breath, probably rolling his eyes as well. "Why must you harass me?" he exaggerated and I smiled, stopping my hands, and leaving them on his shoulders as I leaned down by his ear. I whispered gently, "Because I know, that you know, even if he did have power over me, it wouldn't be shit compared to the power that you have." surely breathing hot air on his neck, he tensed up again, raising a brow at the statement and turning to look at me. "Is that so?" he smirked and I bit my lip as I smiled and nodded. "Well in that case.." he spoke as he turned his body to face mine, leaning against the headboard. I straddled his lap and we gazed into each others eyes. He reached up and softly tucked my hair from my face, "I will be using this power often now you know?" he teased and I shrugged, "Oh no its the end of the world!" I mocked, leaning in to kiss him as I giggled. He looked over at the clock and then back at me, "Its almost two Y/n, its already bad enough you are in my private quarters during the day." he stated and I just ignored his comment, running my hands up his chest and around his jaw, kissing him once again. 

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[kirchefuchs]

HELLO CERES!! I hope you're doing well!! I have come to rant about the Skip Button Ending <3

Tis I, your local overthinker, who takes everything seriously <33

distant, confused cheering

ANYWHOO SO

Did you know? If you listen closely, you can take notice of The Narrator going through the stages of grief as he and Stanley progress through the Steam Pressured Gas reviews:

Denial: "Surely, these reviews were glowing as well; weren't they?"

Anger: "UNFUNNY!?"

Bargaining: "Preachy? Stanley, I'm not preachy, am I? You could tell me if I'm preachy, honestly, you can–! ..Oh goodness.. Honestly, this is quite shocking for me.. I– I always–..

Depression: [continuation] ..well, to be honest, I had always thought of the game's dialogue as being rather terse to begin with. You can't know how much fluff I cut from the game to make it feel as light and airy as it– well... I always thought it did.. but maybe it wasn't.." || "I feel.. like a failure. Like I had let these people down.

and Acceptance: [continuation] ..perhaps The Stanley Parable isn't quite as sterling as I always remembered." || "...A Skip Button?.. ..Well.. Well, yes! Yes, I think we can do that! If I'm truly too preachy, then.. then maybe letting you skip ahead for just a moment surely, it couldn't hurt.." [can also be seen as bargaining]

Take this information however you want lol, this is just a little thing I noticed as I listened to The Skip Button Ending like a podcast while falling asleep last night (may or may not have gotten a Stanley Parable-themed dream shshshhdhd)

— 🅰️non || 05/01/2023 [I decided to add this just because lol. once again, hope ur doing okay, bud!! rest well <3 /p]

Mans really do be mourning the death of The Stanley Parable 2013, poor guy.

It always hurts to see him fall into accepting the game wasn't good enough just because of those handful of bad reviews. I don't know much about how the original did on Steam overall back then, but while obviously the game couldn't have been perfect for everyone, it still found its way to the people who did care, who did think it was perfect, who took it and thought to themselves "it's almost like this game was made for me".

Because that's the truth isn't it? The game was never made to be for everyone, it was made for the people who would love it and cherish it for what it is and what it will grow into being. I think that's where the Narrator really went wrong, as much as it hurts to say. He got so wrapped up in the positive feedback he fell into this delusion that the game was perfect and it was that way for everyone, when that is quite an impossibility. Then when he found the bad reviews instead of shifting his view to the reality that "while it was never perfect, it touched the hearts and connected with those who are important. Its good to take advice from the negativity, but you shouldnt dwell on it." He instead fell into another delusion of negativity where the bad reviews were right and the game could never have held up to any sort of praise. One extreme to another.

The truth is, while the Narrator always talks about catering to the player and capturing the hearts of the people, he fails to realize he already did that by just being himself. That you can never perfectly replicate a feeling from so long ago since people change and grow. He failed to understand that its okay that things change. It's okay for the game to do a little worse. It's okay for him to keep going and keep trying to make something new. Because we are here for the wid-eyed wonderment that comes with exploring a new story and a new path. Meeting new characters and greeting old ones. We loved the 2013 Stanley Parable yes, but we are old and wise enough to understand that it cannot feasibly be remade to perfection, and that new and different isn't always a bad thing. It's okay to keep growing. Better to grow and change than to stay where you are to be left behind and forgotten.

I think the Narrator needs a hug. For someone to tell him it's okay that what he made isn't perfect. It's okay it wasn't perfect because it was good. And that's the best anyone can hope to do.

[icicleteeth]

Mom brought these cookies to my place, I recognized them as sitting in the pantry at home for a while and it seemed like no one was eating them; they look like something my dad would’ve bought, which. Might explain why they sat for a while, since his health and what he could eat went south so severely and so fast. I don’t know man, i’m sitting here with these things but they have a strange sadness to them, since i know they came from home, and so they make me think of my dad, and that, you know. I know I shouldnt dwell so much on that. Maybe drawing them would help my mood? It is food after all.