#it's been so hard for so long and I've still done so much

[celestialprincesse]

I just wanted to tell you that I've been crying all day, and after reading about Simon going with reader to the gym I cried once again, but this time it was comforting. Thank you so much for your work! <3

Moooore gym buddy Simon just 4 u 🫵🙂

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"Look really fit." Simon murmurs as the two of you hop down from his truck, deftly balancing two protein shakers in one hand, using the other to give your ass an affectionate squeeze.

Admittedly, you think you look fit, too. You've started going to the gym with Simon once or twice a week, and it's done wonders for your confidence. It's easy to see why so many get hooked on working out, seeing the physical payoff for all of their hard work - and having an excuse to buy cute athleisure is always a plus.

Whilst Simon fetches some lighter warm up weights, you knock back some of the protein in the cute shaker Simon bought you, still trying not to grimace at the taste. He doesn't seem to mind it - but then again, he's practically a human vacuum willing to eat pretty much anything so long as it's not poisonous.

"Was thinking we could do legs today?" He muses, placing down some weights at your feet, and now you actually grimace.

Noting the expression on your face, he gives your cheek an affectionately chastising pinch, watching the cute way your nose scrunches up. Last time you'd done legs, you'd been left hobbling around for days, whining whenever you needed to get up the stairs.

"I'll go easier this time. Swear."

"No more split squats?" You probe with a raised eyebrow, hoping you look stern. You don't, but he won't mention it.

"No more split squats."

Apparently, you're more easily convinced than you'd thought, seeing as it only took a couple rounds of Simon complimenting how good your legs and glutes look for you to give in, reluctantly participating in the weighted squats you hate so much, until you're practically hobbling out of the gym.

Your ass does look great, though.

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[sunkissed-zegras]

Also 🍀 for the sweet angel azzi

Prompt: staying up late because you wanted to eat with them

BUT, it’s over facetime cuz they’re currently not in the same state.

-🐹

evangeline's 2.5k celebration !! [open!]

─ warnings | nothing but sweet fluff and long distance, nothing too bad

"THE GAME WENT good, were you watching?" azzi's voice echoed through the speaker as she ate her dinner, her phone propped up so you could see her through the facetime call.

the hotel room was dimly lit but you could still make out her beautiful features, and of course your heart was swelling at the sight (even if it was just through a phone).

you smiled, leaning closer to the screen as if it would somehow bring you nearer to her. "of course i was watching! you were amazing out there, az. i could hardly sit still."

azzi laughed, the sound warm and familiar. "thanks, babe. it felt good to be back on the court. how was your day?"

you sighed, shifting in your seat. "it was alright. busy, as usual. but seeing you play was the highlight. i just wish i could be there in person, but you know i have classes and everything."

azzi's eyes softened, and she paused mid-bite to look at you. "i wish you were here too. it's not the same without you cheering me on from the stands but i get it, school is more important. plus, i could feel your support through the screen,"

you smiled, feeling a surge of affection. "i'm glad. i'll always be cheering for you, no matter where i am."

azzi's eyes sparkled with appreciation as she smiled. "that means a lot to me, baby."

there was a moment of silence, both of you lost in your thoughts ─ you were both exhausted but being around each other made you a little more energized. you broke it first. "so, what's the plan for the rest of the night? more celebrating?"

azzi grinned. "just dinner and then probably some sleep. we've got an early practice tomorrow. but enough about me. tell me more about your day."

you hesitated, not wanting to bore her with the mundane details, but her expectant look made you relent. you knew she enjoyed it when you talked, she liked listening to you talk about anything.

"well, let's see. class were the usual grind. but i did have a weird encounter with jasmine — i'll have to tell you about it when you get back, it's a lot. and i've been thinking about some new places we can check out once you're home."

azzi's eyes lit up as she smiled. "i can't wait. we should make a list. somewhere with good food, definitely."

"oh my god, yes. maybe a new hiking trail too? we haven't done that in a while."

"sounds perfect," she said, a contented smile spreading across her face. "i miss you, a lot."

even though it'd only been a couple of days, it was hard for both of you to be apart. you were both so intertwined with each other's schedules, it felt weird to not have each other.

you nodded, feeling a pang of longing. "i miss you too, baby. but you'll be back soon!"

"yes! and then i'll have so much time for you and we can go out to eat then go hiking in the morning so we don't feel bad," azzi smiled finished her meal and set her plate aside. "i should probably get some sleep. but i'll text you first thing tomorrow, okay?"

"okay," you frowned, not wanting to say goodbye just yet. but you knew azzi was exhausted, she deserved some sleep. "get some good sleep. i'll be thinking of you."

"and I'll be dreaming of you," she replied with a wink as you laughed and shook your head in amusement. "i love you," she drew out the love as you continued smiling, feeling giddy.

"i love you too," you copied her voice as she laughed too.

the call ended, and you stared at the blank screen for a moment, the warmth of your connection lingering despite the distance.

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[theamberfist]

Sink or Swim | Stolas x Reader

Romantic! Stolas x Swim Instructor! Reader

Description: When Stolas signed his baby daughter, Octavia up for swim lessons, he never expected to like her new instructor so much

(Notes:) (gender neutral reader) (reader is a sinner) (reader is baby Octavia's swim teacher)

Words: 1,640

❀ Fun fact: I've taught parent-infant swim lessons IRL so all the exercises shown in this are real ones we use with infants ❀

Stolas frowned as he pushed open the door to the building in front of him; unable to help the slight nervous feeling that bloomed in his chest. He supposed there should have been no cause for concern, considering he was a prince of hell and easily one of the strongest beings in this ring, but it wasn't as if he'd ever done something like this before. 

He readjusted his arms, where Octavia rested on his hip sleepily. On a normal day, she would have been napping at home now, but not for much longer. He'd specifically chosen this time because he knew that, once she woke up, she would be as active as ever. Stolas reminded himself that this was for her sake, not his; he could hold his head up high for her, just as he always did.

When he entered, the imp at the front desk looked up from his work and his eyes widened slightly. "Prince Stolas..." He managed before finally clearing his throat and regaining his composure, "Right, we were expecting you." Though, something told the owl prince they hadn't actually thought he'd make good on his plans and come in. 

"The toddler pool has already been reserved, and your instructor is waiting for you there," the imp went on to explain as he checked their names off on a clipboard, "I'll let them know you've arrived." 

"Thank you." Stolas nodded awkwardly before turning and heading through the locker rooms to the pools. Though he could have simply signed Via up for regular lessons, he'd decided a private one would be better for the sake of them both. He wasn't aware that meant they'd reserve an entire pool for them, however small, but at least this way, he would have fewer paparazzi to deal with. 

Finally, he reached the pool deck, seeing that the whole facility only had a few people in it right now. There was a large lap swimming pool in front of him, as well as a splash pad to his right and the toddler pool to his left. When he looked over, there was already someone sitting on the side with their feet in the water as they waited. They wore a red swimsuit with the word 'lifeguard' printed in white, leading him to believe this was the instructor the imp at the front desk had mentioned. 

He made his way over to the toddler pool as Octavia began stirring in his arms now. It was a good thing he'd already gotten her into her swimsuit, or he would have had a hard time getting her to sit still long enough for it now. 

Upon hearing them come over, you looked up and smiled, setting the clipboard you'd been holding on the side of the pool. 

"Hello!" You called, "Here for the parent-child swim lesson?" Stolas nodded and you stepped out of the barely knee-deep pool to come over to him. To his surprise, you seemed to be a sinner, rather than an imp or hellhound like he'd expected. Your appearance differed from them greatly, and there was an energy about you that told him you had to be a human soul. 

You smiled and introduced yourself. "I'll be teaching our class every week," you explained, "If anything is too difficult or uncomfortable for you two as we get started, please let me know. Private lessons means I have a little more flexibility in what we do." You winked at the last part, and though it made the prince's heart beat quicker, he was fairly certain you just meant it playfully. 

"Anyway, who is this little one?" You asked, turning to the little owlet in his arms, whose big round eyes were staring up at you. 

"This is my daughter, Octavia," Stolas replied, immediately relaxing now that the topic of conversation had changed, "She's about a year old; I hope that's alright!" You waved him off.

"That's perfect," you said, gently reaching out towards the baby, "I've worked with kids much older and much younger than this." Octavia's tiny hand grabbed one of your fingers and you smiled kindly before looking up at her father. "And you're Prince Stolas, right?" He blinked.

"Just Stolas is fine!"

You nodded before removing your hand from the owlet's grip and standing up straighter. "Well, if you're ready, then we can get started." You said, that professional air returning to you, "I was thinking we'd have her in the shallow area to start with and ease her into slightly deeper waters." Stolas nodded, setting his bag down on a pool chair and then following you to the water. 

Now that you'd been properly introduced, Octavia was eager to follow after you, and he held her little hands as she stepped into the shallowest area of the pool. You giggled, encouraging her along the way. 

Once she stood so that the water was up to her knees, you brought out a dive toy and placed it on the pool floor, asking her to reach down and grab it to get her a little closer to the water. Stolas sat by her as she did so with ease, and then you moved the toy slightly deeper. 

He admired how much energy you seemed to have with his owlet, as well as how kind you were to her. Your soft voice and easy patience was a stark contrast to Octavia's mother; that was for sure. The two of you watched her repeatedly pick the dive toy up from increasingly deeper as if she had no care in the world. 

Finally, he broke the quietness between you two as you congratulated Octavia at another job well done. "Do you often teach lessons here?" He asked a little awkwardly, "I haven't seen many human souls in this ring of hell before." You smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, I teach almost all the lessons we offer here," you replied, moving Via's dive toy again, "It's the same job I had while I was alive, and I guess it's the only thing I've really found that I'm good at."

Stolas couldn't argue with that. Usually, Octavia was much more timid around water than this. She wouldn't even go in it at all if he wasn't holding her hand the whole time. With you, though, she was so enthusiastic that she hadn't even noticed the lack of touch. It was like he'd brought a different baby to the pool altogether today. 

"I see," he replied with a nod, smiling down at his daughter, who was happily splashing some of the water. "Do you have any children of your own?" You shook your head.

"Nope, I mostly kept to myself while I was alive- and, I guess, while I've been dead, too." You shrugged, "But when I found out how few kids in my neighborhood knew how to swim, I started doing lessons to keep them a little safer." 

Stolas nodded, wondering if it would have been too much to hope that 'keeping to yourself' meant you didn't have a spouse or partner, either. 

"If you're ready, we can move to the deeper water exercises." You changed the subject now and the prince nodded, placing a reluctant Octavia back on his hip and bringing her towards the deeper pool nearby. There, you helped him perform the next exercise, which consisted of him resting the owlet's head on his shoulder and trying to get her to kick her legs as he moved her through the water on her back. She was less enthusiastic about that, but you were quick to think; holding a toy up so her focus would shift. 

That calmed her down a lot, and soon enough she was kicking her legs happily as she giggled at you. "Do you get many attendees to your lessons?" Stolas asked in an attempt to strike up a conversation with you again, "I know those who died and ended up here aren't at as much risk of drowning." You nodded.

"That's why I work here," you smiled, "People in the pride ring aren't really concerned about dying unless it's at the hands of angels. I still think water safety is important, though."

The prince couldn't argue there. After all, that was why he'd signed Octavia up for these lessons. That, and he'd thought it would be nice for the two of them to get out of the house together for an activity. 

"Then I applaud you for your work!" He replied, "I'm sure many hellborn children can be quite difficult to teach." You laughed.

"You have no idea how much hellhounds hate swimming." 

The rest of the lesson went on just like that. With each new exercise, you found yourself getting that much more comfortable talking with Stolas, and vice versa. Octavia was also doing extremely well with everything you threw at her, and at this rate, you knew she'd be confidently swimming around on her own soon enough. 

Finally, the lesson ended and you praised the little owl before dismissing the class and hopping out of the water. Feeling warmer than you had when you began, you grabbed your clipboard to prepare for your next class.

Stolas glanced your way as he carefully dried Octavia off. "Same time next week, then?" He asked with a grin and you nodded.

"I'll be looking forward to it!" He didn't say anything, but inside, he knew he would be too. Just as he was grabbing his bag to leave, you came over and handed him a small piece of paper. The owl prince raised an eyebrow. 

"My number," you explained with a smile, "just in case." He nodded at that, feeling his heart flutter as he placed the paper in his pocket, and then you waved them both off as they left.

It seemed he'd gotten more enjoyment out of these little swim lessons than expected, and he couldn't wait to come back. 

[teratosfavouritesnack]

Werewolf!best friend x reader - first date, friends to lovers, anal sex, public environment (no one's watching tho)

You and your werewolf!best friend finally decide to go on a date, pressed by your mutual friends who were so fucking tired of the goo-goo eyes you would throw at one another and the wasted sexual tension constantly buzzing between the two of you. Everyone had long picked up on your feelings except you oblivious dumbasses.

Together you decide to go to a cute small café that has just recently opened and that you both wanted to try out. You chat over the food and fall into a banter just as usual, with only the occasional more suggestive teasing to disrupt the norm. But other than that, it's like hanging out as friends, like you've done for years. You promise to take it slow, agreeing on the fact that going from best friends to whatever this is is a big step that deserves the appropriate time to get accustomed to and that you're both willing to just let things evolve as naturally as possible. The truth is that you're both still a bit uncertain of what the other truly feels and so you're hesitant to really take the plunge and admit just how in love you are with each other.

However...

You can't help but notice the way his attentive eyes keep lingering onto your lips as you talk, more than he has ever done before. Not to talk about the way his gaze also seems to fall to your cleavage whenever he thinks you're not looking. You can't really blame him, you decided to wear your best sundress for this special occasion on purpose, after all. You really wanted him to look, to show him what he's been missing out on for years.

Your eyes have been roaming too, attracted to his long sleek snout, his broad shoulders, his sculpted pecks covered by all that thick fur, fantasising about burying your hands in it, fingers tangling in his curls as you share a heated kiss or possibly something more...

When your eyes meet again, it's like you both know what the other's thinking. Without even the need to utter a single word, you both stand up and leave the café in a rush.

You end up in the nearby woods, doing exactly what you promised not to do so early on. Your chest is pressed against the trunk of a tall tree, your ass in the air, your sundress rolled over your back and tightly held by his paw as he snaps his hips against your ass cheeks and humps you like an animal.

It was inevitable, really. Too much pent up tension, too many years spent pining after the other without saying anything or acting on your ever growing feelings. You couldn't wait any longer, no matter your stupid promises.

"I've been jacking off to sleep every night thinking about this-" he huffs in between thrusts, "...about fucking your perfect ass against a tree-"

You moan in response, too lost to the pleasure to admit that you've been doing the same. You've hung out so many times in this same part of the woods, it was only a matter of time before you'd use this spot to fuck, away from prying eyes - even your friends'.

Your knees start to buckle under you, weakened by the force of his thrusts as well as the overwhelming warmth coiling in your belly and threatening to snap at any moment. He notices it and pushes his hips into your ass so hard that you collide against the tree, his body spooning yours and his paw moving between your cheek and the hard surface of the trunk to prevent you from getting scratched. His other paw rests on your hip to keep the dress from rolling back down while he keeps on ravaging you relentlessly.

You feel his wet snout press against the boiling skin of your neck and you tip your head its way, leaning into its soothing warmth.

"I love you, y/n-" he rasps in your ear, his shallow and hot breath hitting your skin in sharp puffs. "Love you so fucking much-"

You're a bubbling mess, tears prickling your eyes and whimpers falling from your lips non-stop. He pounds even harder and faster and deeper inside you, possibly chasing his looming orgasm. You try to crane your neck enough to press your lips on his nose in a clumsy kiss and despite the fog clouding your mind, you eventually manage to moan out just as you fall over the edge: "Love you too-!"

It's only when he hears you saying it back that his hips start to falter and he spills his load inside you, his strong arms coming to encircle your waist and pull your feet off the ground from the impetus of his deep final thrusts.

His quick breath fans the hair at the nape of your neck as he slowly pulls you back on the ground, while you both still tremble in ecstacy. You feel his arms squeeze around you, engulfing you in a tight and fluffy embrace.

"You really love me?" You hear him whisper against your neck, a vulnerable edge now audible in his tone. You can recognize your sweet and loving best friend, so different from the animal that has just ravaged you. You nod softly in response, a lazy smile blooming on your face. "I do. I love you."

He carefully turns you around in his embrace, his beamy eyes meeting yours and making your stomach flutter. His nose boops gently against your own, causing your smile to widen and a soft chuckle to leave your lips. "You love me, you love me, you love me-!" he starts to chant euphorically, licking your face all over as he whines and whimpers like a happy puppy.

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[canonizzyhours]

I'm a professional screenwriter. I know nobody reading this has any reason to believe that, and I work pretty hard to keep my fandom activity separate from my professional identity, so I'm not going to offer any proof that would doxx me here, believe me or don't. But it's true and I don't just mean I'm trying to get hired as a screenwriter, I mean I am pretty well established in the industry and I've worked on some stuff big enough you've probably heard of it. I've also been active in OFMD fandom for about two years now, since nearly the beginning.

The canyon really freaks me out because seeing it up close makes me worried I've drastically underestimated audiences' empathy gap around characters of color and tendency to sympathize with and excuse the actions of white characters. I've always tried to be conscious about that sort of thing in my work but now that I'm seeing the whole process up close it's so much worse than I always thought.

I think a lot about what I would have done during season 1 of OFMD, if I were in the writers' room and I'd wanted to make sure it would be clear to the audience that Izzy was Ed's abuser and wasn't acting out of secretly sympathetic motives and we're supposed to be genuinely horrified by his actions. I'm in writers' rooms workshopping issues like this all the time. I know the kinds of suggestions I'd make.

Like, if we were worried that the audience would think Izzy's hostility toward Stede was about class instead of homophobia, I might have suggested we make sure Izzy's dialogue never has any reference to Stede's class at all, and that we might do a subplot in one episode where Izzy is equally hostile toward Lucius, since Lucius clearly isn't rich but is extremely gay. But that already happened, and it didn't help.

If I wanted to make sure the audience understood that Izzy is bossing the crew around and screaming at everyone to work harder because he's a petty little bully on a power trip and not because the work actually needs to get done, I might have suggested a scene where Izzy deliberately makes a mess on purpose just so he can order the crew to clean it up. But that already happened, and it didn't help.

If I wanted to make it clear that Izzy has always been awful toward everyone around him -- especially his colleagues of color -- since long before the show started, I might have suggested we repeatedly emphasize throughout the season that while Fang is willing to work with him, he doesn't like or respect Izzy and this is because Izzy has always treated Fang very badly. Have him pull on Fang's beard for no reason and have Fang explicitly say he hates that but knows it wouldn't help to complain. Have Fang tell strangers jokes about times Izzy humiliated himself in public. Have a scene where everybody unanimously VOTES TO MURDER IZZY and someone explicitly stops to ask Fang if he's cool with this and Fang explicitly says yes this is absolutely fine with me and then he actively participates in the murder plan while smiling. But all of that happened and I still see the canyon insisting that Izzy was a much nicer person before the events of s2 when he wasn't under so much stress and has always been liked and respected by the PoC around him, including specifically Fang!

If I were worried that the audience might take seriously the idea that Izzy is motivated by "loyalty to your captain" -- well, honestly I don't think it ever would have occurred to me to worry about that, since he says that in a scene where he's in the middle betraying his captain and I'd probably assume people are capable of picking that up and understanding that when someone says they're abusing you for your own good you should not believe them. But if someone else insisted we address the concern, suggestions I'd make would include: make sure some of the first interactions we see between Ed and Izzy involve Izzy complaining about how he doesn't want to do the job Ed just gave him, then half-assing the mission and lying to Ed's face about it. Show Izzy deliberately undermining Ed to the crew by telling them he's half-insane, then insist to Ed that he's the only one keeping the crew loyal when they're worried about his judgment. But they did that stuff and we still have people thinking Izzy's central motivation throughout season 1 is selfless devotion to Ed.

The show did every single thing I would have suggested, and none of it worked. So what does it say about all the stuff I've already worked on, whenever I've written a scene where a white guy was being a dick to characters of color? Have I just been embarrassingly naive this whole time? Have I undermined my own work by not getting this?

You can't control audience reactions, I know that, that's part of what's great about art, you have to let go and accept that people will interpret things in ways you never intended, I get it. But if it's THIS impossible to choose words that will create the kind of feelings you meant to, what's the point? Is it even possible to write about the kind of abusive relationship Ed and Izzy have, where the white guy thinks he's entitled to control a brown man's life "for his own good" and that the brown guy is obligated to be grateful and reciprocate his "love" and not have a huge group of people creating elaborate justifications for the white guy? What else could they have done? What else can I do, when I'm writing about characters of color? I'm seriously asking. If anybody reading this has advice I want to hear it. What could I do?

#408.

[polaris-stuff]

Okay, this is the fourth time of me rewriting this comment.

And i am gonna try and keep it short ( I failed I am so sorry) . As this is about the Heart to Heart with earth.

Feel free to ignore this if you don't wanna talk about it anymore. If you said something about , I've been trying to put my feelings on this out for a while and it's just not working. (it's also now 4 am, )

I came away from the episode feeling like it was a good episode. Where the characters talked about why they were deciding not to help moon for different reasons.

I thought for most of them it was in character, even if I don't fully agree. I could see what the show was trying to do.

And then i see a lot of people agreeing and being really hurt by the episode. Because they feel like everyone is aboning moon. And leaving him in this vulnerable space.

I feel like i missed something. As to me. the celestial family isn't fully aware as to truly how bad Moon's mental state has gotten.

I have a feeling that (Sun and Lunar, more so then earth) Are taking moon's last words as face value ( wanting to bring solar back for ego/selfish reasons, and not because he truly breaking down)

(I also think monty still hasn't fully filled them in either that moon seems to be thinking he isn't real but I could be wrong!)

I think they'd be behaving otherwise if they know the true depts. they wouldn't wich is why this sucks so much. Moon is driving people away, actively sabotaging his own help.

I sit here wishing i would understand that hurt. I honestly truly do. Maybe because i have the feeling that they will help even if they say now they won't

maybe because i really hope sun isn't gonna make the same mistake as moon.

Maybe i am i giving sun, lunar and earth to much credit, and to many excuses.

I think...in the end. I don't think them refusing to help moon. Is them trying to hurt moon (even if that is the outcome) . But is taking care of themselves as they are all also still not in a good place?

And maybe because i genuinely can't see what they can do for moon to help him. As they offered him help but he refused or actively lied on how he was doing. So I don't get what help people want them to provide for moon at this moment. ( besides not leaving, but can you be there for someone that doesn't want you there?)

I dunno if i am making sense. trying to talk my feelings out is always hard. And I think for the first time I am on the other side of most of the people I usually agree with and respect a lot ( you being one of them ) . So I feel a bit lost and weird about it as to why my view is so different.

( I am honestly hoping Sun will see Moon having hallucinations, and at least will set something up so moon is never alone in that cell like he was. I feel like he thinks, he first needs to stop moon. And then when that is done. He can actively think on what to do next cause offering help first ain't gonna do it)

I am sorry for leaving this long ass comment in your inbox. I truly hope It didn't come off as attacking. AS it wasn't meant to be. Just a fellow TSAMS fan. who was in their own way very confused and hurt i guess and feels a bit alone in their reading of the story?

And trying to understand why people see this a an attack from the celestial family on moon. Or a active decision...instead of .. a series of what is gonna be a slew of bad decisions from everyone involved.

-Noffy.

Alright, I understand your point of view, don't worry about it, and actually, this is a YT series on VRchat so I shouldn't be so mad about this either yk JAJA

Ok, the thing is, the family doesn't know what's happening to Moon, that's right, they have no way of knowing what's happening to him because Moon pushed them all away and lied to them, now, the thing is that Earth knows. Monty told Earth that Moon had a psychosis episode and found him hitting the ground, that Moon could no longer tell what was real from what wasn't, so Earth knows that Moon is in a HORRIBLE mental state. And idk, but if you know that a person is in a state where they can no longer perceive reality correctly, I don't think the best response is not to help them.

Also, I'll highlight Lunar going from "I really don't care" (although he should care, we're talking about Moon, one of his brothers) to "fuck him" which is just weird?? The whole family was with Lunar and supported him when the thing with Eclipse happened but Lunar just does not care when something happens to another family member ??

I'm 100% sure that Sun will help Moon, it's more than obvious that Moon will get out of this situation, but the way the family is handling it is so strange to me. Lunar, Earth and Sun have every right to not want to continue dealing with problems but this is also partly their fault.

Since Solar died no one was with Moon because "Moon was busy", so Moon was alone in P&S with Ruin whispering in his ear and only Lunar went to see him a couple of times. Sun began to hang out more with Earth and Lunar, and Moon was left completely alone. "Oh, but Moon never said he wanted them to come with him! They can't read minds!" Yes, and that's true, but If everyone was aware that Moon and Solar were basically running around together every day, and everyone was aware that Moon was the one who had the worst reaction to Solar's death, the logical thing to do is to spend at least a couple of hours with him, right?

And yes, Moon lied about how he felt so this is also partly his fault for wanting to hide what was happening to him. But Monty is also to blame because he also hide it.

We are at a point where we have been shown that all the hallucinations that Moon has had are created by her consciousness out of guilt (in the same way as Sun when the BM thing happened), Moon regrets the things he said to Earth, Moon wants to stop, Moon wants to go home and apologize, but he can't. He thinks his whole family hates him, that no one wants him in daycare.

Also, I understand that Earth is hurt but she also isn't trying to understand Moon's feelings now that she knows everything Moon has been going through. Now she knows that Moon is going through the worst time of her life and she just decides not to do anything about it because "Moon said a couple of hurtful things to her." (things Sun warned Moon would say to push her away and things that worked).

I feel like of all the people, the only one who has a little more reason here is Sun, and, interestingly, Jack and the computer, who have done more than Earth and Lunar.

I think that now that he is locked up and unable to teleport it is a good opportunity for everyone to talk to him, a really serious and good intervention.

Sorry for the long text! And thanks for the ask and support! It really helped me let off some steam, hehe

[sassysnowperson]

When I was a kid - old enough to remember, young enough that I don't know how old I was anymore - I started telling myself a story. It was a good story, full of grand adventure that made me feel clever and strong and surprising and fun as I told it. And at the same time, I remember thinking...I should stop. There are other things I need to be thinking about. There's homework and chores and all the other life things I need to do. The story is getting in the way. And I'm not really telling anyone about it. It's lonely.

I tried to stop. I did, sometimes. But no matter what I was doing, I kept going back to the story. I told it and retold it, in my head, chasing the feeling it gave me. The story shifted, through the months and years, was joined by another few epics. It was interesting and creative, but still it wasn't entirely in my control. I'd feel - frustrated, sometimes. "If I hadn't started telling myself this story...Imagine what I could be, if I didn't keep thinking about this."

There's two important things I think about now, when I think about then. The first comes in 2016. I'm realizing viscerally how fucked and fucked up the world is. I feel like I can't control anything. So, I tell myself a story. And this time I share it. I write a million words of fic over the next four years. It helps me find connection. It helps me survive.

The second thing is that I got diagnosed with ADHD on Monday.

[charlespecco]

CHARLES & PECCO

2019 Italian GP // 2021 Emilia Romagna GP // x // x // Italian GP winning helmets: Monza 2019, Mugello 2022 // Charles Leclerc's qualifying crash means he is unable to start the 2021 Monaco GP after taking pole // Pecco Bagnaia crashes out of the lead in the 2021 Emilia Romagna GP, ending his championship hopes // "Child in Red" by Rainer Maria Rilke // Charles and Arthur Leclerc, 2021 Le Castellet Formula 3 Race II // Pecco and Carola Bagnaia, 2021 Aragon GP // Charles Leclerc and Mattia Binotto, 2022 Bahrain GP // Pecco Bagnaia and Gigi Dall'Igna, 2022 Spanish GP // little red wristbands // "Late Fragment" by Raymond Carver // Charles Leclerc and Ferrari celebrate his first F1 win, 2019 Belgian GP // Pecco Bagnaia is embraced by the Ducati team after his first MotoGP win, 2021 Aragon GP

[running-in-the-dark]

well I can already tell this is gonna be a bad night

today has just been fucking weird and hard. I'm in a bad mood. everything feels bad. (probably not helped by me not taking the new antidepressant last night so I wouldn't sleep all day)

the plan was for my friend to come over this weekend to help me pack. she did that last time and it helped a lot. (my husband could help, obviously, but he's in charge of other things that also need to get done. plus he's very bad at putting things into boxes.)

but the rail strike is still going on so it's likely that she won't be able to get here (or get back in time). so now that's suddenly a lot more stressful and the one thing that I thought would make it go okay is gone.

and I also have to like. at least reread my thesis a few times or whatever to study for the oral exam on Friday. which will make me want to die. because it is bad. so. that will be bad. and the thought of being asked questions about that piece of garbage for 30 fucking minutes is so horrifying that I genuinely do not know if I will be able to get through it without taking my Lorazepam beforehand (which I know is a horrible idea, and my psychiatrist told me twice that it's a bad idea, and I know it would just make me unbelievably stupid. but holy shit that is the scariest thing I can imagine.)

and of course instead of doing anything useful I'm now just sitting here feeling like shit (like last night, only worse)

[dravidious]

How's the writing going? Well I've written over 2000 words and I'm questioning if I'm spelling "our" correctly, so you know

[ejunkiet]

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[perths]

🫠

[missavira]

I’m laughing to myself at everyone I follow blogging about Dark Road while I, a fellow and avid KH fan, have been in a Genshin Impact brainrot recently and haven’t even watched the DR cutscenes yet lol, I feel like such a fake XD

I’m just so obsessed with Genshin rn...

Speaking of which: new icon! Tighnari is my new favorite boy and I love him so much!!! ^.^ It’s interesting though, I feel like my love for him is different in a way I don’t remember feeling before. I feel like I usually pick my favorite characters. Of course there is still a subconscious attraction to them, but I mean that I will see a character and be like “you are going to be my favorite.” Meanwhile with Tighnari, it feels like he chose me instead. I didn’t have that immediate definite ultimatum. And yet, he has quickly become my favorite comfort character 😊 You know that meme of the hamster singing baby u r my ANGELLLLLL? Yeah that’s me with Tighnari ❤️

More rambles under the cut because nobody asked for this monologue lol

When I first saw his character reveal I did think he was kind of cool but I also wasn’t entirely sold on his design, and I knew he was a botanist/forest watcher but didn’t have any other insight into his character. Then I learned that he uses a bow and I am not very good at bow users lol. So yeah, I didn’t see him and immediately know I would love him or if I even wanted to pull for him. And yet there was a Tighnari tiny voice in my head that kept making me think about him and yeah the more I thought the more I realized I liked him and now here we are!

Now I think he is adorable and love his design (the only changes I would make would be to make his skin a bit darker and have his ears come out more at an angle like the fennec fox). It brings me a lot of pride and joy to have one of the only two dendro characters in the game rn (minus traveler) (I also have Collei but that’s not the point here). I actually love that he uses a bow because before I got him I didn’t really have a main for a bow. I have been using Amber only because she was my highest level archer, but now (even though I have him on the field already) when I need to use the bow I’m like “Tighnari you’re up! :)” and he's actually really fun to play! I like that his skill taunts opponents so I have time to aim lol and then there are extra arrows that auto aim which is so nice omg. he has a really quick cooldown and energy recharge too so I can almost just spam his specials *sigh* he is amazing! I also really love the dendro reactions, they are so fun and powerful!

In terms of personality, I love his balance between being sweet/caring and snarky. I just love that he is genuine and honest in whichever form that takes haha. Also I thought he was going to be more focused on just botany research, which he still does, but he actually seems more driven by ecosystems and conservation, which is something that is very important to me and being in the animal/conversation field, I can relate to him in that way. But also his feelings toward academia - that it is an important contribution to science but one he personally wishes not to dedicate himself to and even gets a little frustrated when it feels like that’s everyone’s only priority and wishes others could understand his ambition of instead doing active hands-on work in the field - is SO extremely me and I respect him for that. And he’s also a leader which is admirable. But the thing is that he’s not a leader because he has to be (like a military captain or something) or because he wants to be. Instead he is a leader because just by being himself and doing what he would naturally do, he inspires others and they look to him for guidance. A true role model. And despite not asking for or working towards that leadership, he has the knowledge and capabilities to be worthy of the role, steps into the role graciously and confidently, and does his best to do his best at the responsibilities associated with it, which to me is what is truly admirable. As someone who struggles with self confidence, nerves, doubting my abilities and feeling underqualified (esp when put in a leadership or presentation role), Tighnari is truly inspiring to me and I wish I can be confident and qualified like him someday.

I decided to pull for him before Sumeru was released so I saved my primos for him, which was a good thing because he took 80 pulls -.- but there was never a doubt in my mind that he wouldn’t come home. I mean, he asked me to come home. It just took a little while for him to be ready haha, but once he was home I immediately grinded for materials to level up/ascend and put him in my teapot and set him up with decent the best artifacts I have and just made sure he was comfortable and loved and appreciated 😊 and everything just feels right in the world that he is home.

I have so many favorite characters and I’d say quite a few of them are comfort characters to an extent. For female characters they are often those who I wish I could be or who I hope I am. For male characters they are often those, and I'm embarrassed to admit it even though I know I’m not the only one (I mean that’s the whole point of otome games isn’t it), but who I am drawn to romantically and have looks/personality characteristics I admire irl. And they help me feel valued, loved, and appreciated in the void that is my irl love life lol. But Tighnari is different. Not that he doesn't have those qualities, I just mean... Despite relating to him in a few ways, he isn’t a character I 100% self-identify with, and I don’t swoon for him yet probably. I just love who he is. He is so precious and makes me very happy and I want to protect him at all costs. Out of all my faves, he feels the most comforting of the comfort characters. He is THE comfort character. He is my new best friend. He is everything ❤️

[sysig]

So as it turns out I might miss lined paper a lot actually

[myname-isnia]

Just remembered I stayed up until 5 a.m writing 2.6k of the filthiest smut I have ever written

[neverendingford]

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