#of having to balance being your own person

[shatterinseconds]

“Oh my fucking god,” Lance says as he runs a hand through his curls, tugging all the way down to the roots until the pressure stings. “You are single handedly the most frustrating person in this entire universe.”

Keith glares. “Try looking in the mirror.”

Lance grabs onto Keith’s jacket, dragging him forward until they’re inches apart. “I’m trying to ask you out on a date, jackass!”

Keith’s mouth pops open, silent shock weighing down the air around them. Lance quickly releases him and he stumbles back, still off balance from Lance’s confession. Lance didn’t even mean for it to slip out like that. He was trying to be a gentleman and ask Keith out subtly and politely, but things haven’t necessarily gone to plan. Between surprise Galra attacks and Keith’s thick skull, it’s been a difficult mission. Lance wipes his sweaty palms on his pants; his nerves spark the longer Keith remains silent.

He should probably apologize.

Disbelief shines in Keith’s gaze as he crosses his arms. Setting his mouth to a firm line, he snorts. “Since when have you ever been interested in men?”

Lance scrunches his nose. “I’ve been bisexual this whole goddamn time.” This man and his obtuseness; it will certainly be the death of him one day if not today. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

Keith purses his lips before staring at the ground for a moment as he mutters through pink cheeks, “Sorry.” He at least has the decency to apologize for his assumptions so Lance sighs as he slides his hands into his pockets.

“No, I should apologize too. It’s just really frustrating trying to ask you out, Mullet. I don’t know how many times this is now.”

“Really?” Keith starts to laugh a little before he clears his throat and traps it behind his lips. “I thought you were just testing out all your bad flirting attempts to get them out of the way.” Affronted, Lance opens his mouth, ready to defend himself, but Keith shakes his head. His next words stop anything Lance was going to say anyways. “Try again. One more time.”

Cautious, Lance steps towards him, and when Keith remains in place, he gathers the courage to close the gap. He rests his hand on Keith’s cheek, sliding it into his hair to weave through the unbelievably soft strands for someone who uses thirteen-in-one shampoo. Yes, this is the man he has chosen to have a crush on and there’s nothing he can do about it.

“Keith, Mullet, pain in my ass, apple of my eye, will you please go on a date with me?”

“Was being that direct so difficult?”

“With you, everything is difficult,” Lance mutters but doesn’t miss the softness of his own tone nor the way Keith slips an arm around his waist.

“A date sounds nice. But next time don’t take so long to ask.” Keith’s smirk grows across his face and Lance can’t even be mad as he chuckles into a kiss that eventually leaves them both breathless.

[pathologicalreid]

litmus test | s.r.

in which Spencer needs your expertise to help solve a murder, but crime fighting is most decidedly not for you

who? spencer reid x chemist!reader category: flangst (like. the end is a little angsty and it has case details) content warnings: typical cm violence, science talk, fem!reader, reader is not built for crime, morgan being an older brother, some fun banter!! death by firework is crazy lmao word count: 1.68k a/n: this is one of my favorite fluff pieces i've written in agessss i missed chemist!reader so much i learn so many things when i'm writing her. this was a request! i hope you like it as much as i do!!

“Do you have a second?” Spencer asks, his voice slightly choppy over the phone. Between his ancient phone and being inside concrete police precincts, some disconnect was bound to happen.

Saving your document to your computer, you rest the lab phone between your shoulder and ear, “If you’re asking me if I have any corrosive chemicals in my hands, the answer is no.”

He chuckles lightly, “I never know with you.”

You roll your eyes in response, even if he can’t see you, “It was one time and I needed a new phone case anyway.”

“You fused the plastic of your phone case to the material of your phone,” he retorts far too quickly for your liking.

“Yes,” you acquiesce, “but I know the exact chemical reaction that caused that phenomenon.” You cross your legs one over the other, maintaining your balance on your lab stool as you speak to Spencer over the phone.

He gave a light hum in response, “Speaking of chemical reactions – I need your help.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, “You’re asking me for help in chemistry?” There really was a first time for everything, you suppose.

Spencer was more than capable of navigating a lab on his own, even so, he admits, “You have more applied practice than I do.”

Pursing your lips, you nod to yourself, “Fair enough. What’s stumping you, Dr. Reid?” Your inquiry, while innocent enough, garners a wolf whistle from your graduate assistant.

“There’s something burning a hole in these bones, and I’m not sure what would be causing it to happen this fast,” he explains, giving you minor background information on how long the bones were out and if the medical examiner had treated them with something.

You clear your throat, frowning at the notes you had scrawled down in front of you, “Burning or corroding?” What was seemingly a meaningless distinction would actually allow you to filter through approximately half of the possibilities.

“Corroding,” he corrects himself, “My mistake.”

Crossing off some of your notes, you purse your lips at the new possibilities, “No worries. Did you try flushing it out with water?”

You hear papers flipping on his end of the call before you get a response, “That would destroy evidence.”

“Well,” you raise your eyebrows, “It sounds like your evidence is destroying itself.”

“Baby,” Spencer says in a no-nonsense tone reserved for when he was deep in a case. You could’ve sworn you heard Morgan in the background of the call mocking him for the pet name.

Turning back to your notes, you sigh, “Yeah, yeah, all work and no play. Was the body buried?”

“Partially,” his reply intrigues you, “I can have Garcia send you the crime scene photos if you think it’ll help.”

Wrinkling your nose at the thought, you made an unsure sound, “Right, because nothing says lunchtime like getting up close and personal with a homicide victim.”

“What lunchtime? It’s three pm in D.C. right now,” he caught you, a slight chiding tone in his words.

Ignoring his questions, you ask more of your own, “Was the body near water? Did they test the pH of the soil and water?”

There were more papers flipping, likely someone presenting the results of those tests to him, “Yeah, the soil was a five-point two and the water was a seven-point eight,” he listed off for you.

While your knowledge of the pH of the soil in Iowa was limited, you did know that those levels were pretty on par for the northern Mississippi River. “O-kay,” you say, extending your vowels, “and they didn’t find anything else on the scene that points to corrosive materials. Hydrofluoric acid?” You posit, “No, you know what – maybe you should send me those files. My work email is encrypted, you can give it to Penelope.”

He speaks to someone else in the room with him and you resist the urge to ask him if he’s enjoying Iowa, “It’s sent,” he confirms with you.

Pulling up your email only takes a moment, and once you get over the initial shock of seeing a dead body on your computer screen, you lift your lab glasses to the top of your head in order to get a better look. “I mean,” you think for a moment, “those look like alkali burns to me. I’ve never seen them on bones before, but you should do a litmus test to check either way.”

“So, we rinse it with water?” He asks, seeking instruction from you in a way that makes you feel oddly powerful.

Your eyes widen, “No, no, no. If it’s a metal compound then it’ll be covered in a mineral oil, so rinsing it with water would actually make the burn worse.”

Pausing for a moment, you consider the possibility that Spencer didn’t have the luxury of time – he was trying to solve a murder, not do experiments in a lab.

“Alkali burns can be serious, it all depends on what caused them, and most are helped by rinsing with water. So, unless you have the time to test for metal compounds, I’d go ahead and rinse it. You might want to brush the damage to the bones with a dry brush first. If there’s lime on the bones it’ll foam, which not only will corrode the bones even further but it might release a toxic gas,” you have no idea how the corrosion would interact with bone marrow, but something tell you that you don’t want to know

“Wait a minute,” Derek interjects, being included in the conversation now that Spencer put the call on speaker, “I thought things like alkaline water were good for you.”

You scoff instinctively, “Oh, there’s no definitive evidence that shows alkaline water as having any real health benefits. Especially not the benefits that the internet says it has.” Straightening up in your stool, you continue, “In fact, there is evidence from the NIH that says drinking alkaline water could cause kidney damage. There’s a particular-“

“My bad,” he interjects, effectively stopping your rambling before it really took off, “I forgot whose girlfriend I was talking to.”

Groaning at your new vexation, you huff, “Oh, fuck off, Derek. Go kick down a door.”

Spencer quickly switches the phone back, “Thank you, angel.”

Squinting at the photos that were still on your laptop screen, a crude, disturbing thought came to mind, “You know, sparklers can cause alkali burns. It might be something to consider because of the diameter of the burns.”

Your boyfriend was silent on his end of the call for so long that you had to check and make sure the call hadn't dropped. “Did you say sparklers?”

“Yep,” you confirm, “like the ones you can get everywhere this time of year.”

He says something to Morgan, placing his hand over the receiver so you can’t hear, “There’s only one spot in this town, though. I’ve gotta go, see you soon.”

“Stay safe, please! I prefer your bones unburned,” you rattle off into the phone before it clicks, placing the phone back on the stand and deleting the crime scene photos from your inbox.

The front door to the apartment opens and shuts quietly, with Spencer under the assumption that you already went to bed, he was surprised to find you on the couch, nursing a cup of tea. “Hey, baby,” he chirps, unusually peppy for this time of night.

“Hey,” you say half-heartedly, threading your fingers through the handle of the mug.

Your somber tone gets Spencer’s attention, “What’s wrong?”

The slight panic in his voice causes your eyes to snap up to his, “Nothing,” you murmur. “It’s just… the woman who was in those pictures. There- the burns on her bones, they were signs of torture, weren’t they?”

You’d been thinking about the burns ever since Spencer showed them to you, “Yes,” he answers with a reciprocating softness, sitting down next to you on the couch. “The medical examiner concluded that she was burned antemortem.”

That woman had been burned alive by fireworks, sparklers had seared their way through skin and muscle until it finally met her bones. You blink a few tears from your eyes at the thought, “I like my lab, Spence.”

The confusion on his face was palpable, “I know you do.”

“I like my minimal human interaction and my chemicals, and I like knowing why certain things cause certain reactions. I like it when things make sense.” You take a deep, shaky breath, “Killing someone. Torturing someone with fireworks. That just doesn’t make sense to me.”

You had no interest in hearing the excuses that the killer had provided. You had no interest in hearing the psychological breakdown of that woman’s killer. Spencer knows that, “The photos got to you?”

Taking a sip from your mug, you nod solemnly, “I can’t stop thinking about the way it must have felt. Oh, the smell must have been horrible. That poor woman.” In theory, it was a ridiculous notion, killing someone with fireworks seemed neither probable nor possible. Yet here you are.

“But we got the person who killed her,” Spencer reassures you, resting his hand gently on your knee. “We couldn’t have done it without you,” he adds.

Your face warms at his compliment, “I wish I could have helped before she was killed.” You were grateful that Spencer hadn’t passed on any personal information about the woman, it was easier for you if you kept things in separate storage files in your mind.

Spencer hums, reaching out and sweeping a strand of hair behind your ear, “There’s always going to be another one. I’m sorry about the photos, I should’ve made sure Garcia only sent the necessary ones.”

Nodding absentmindedly, you look at him thoughtfully, “This will pass, but for tonight I just feel bad for the victim.”

“I can have Penelope share some of her favorite baby animal videos, if you’d like,” he offers softly, resting his head on your shoulder.

In return, you give him a small smile, “Well, I suppose it really can’t hurt.”

[blackmoonoracle]

BLACKMOONORACLE PRESENTS ...

PICK A CARD • OCTOBER PREDICTIONS

P I L E O N E

Soooo, you’ve definitely got a pretty decent release coming in during the month of october. I specifically heard the releasing of a karmic contract, so, I truly love that for you. You could be making a decision about a connection, it definitely feels like a past energy though. Some sort of cycle you’ve experienced with a particular soul over and over again. You put a stop to this though, I feel like you called it like it was. I’m channeling Vultures by Earl Sweatshirt and the beginning of the song literally goes. “I’ve been on the run, that’s why I go harder than you go. Plus I call em how I see em, maybe that’s why I’m all alone.” Season of the Witch is currently playing and it’s the part that goes “you’ve got to pick up every stitch” it feels like an energy of uprooting. I do feel like this pile has a tendency to hold onto people that don’t serve them in any way shape or form. Channeling Serve the Servants by Nirvana, in specific this part stands out:

“I just want you to know that I don't hate you anymore There is nothing I could say that I haven't thought before”

There feels like a specific intention in this pile to remove themselves from relationships that are dragging them down.

Something may be occurring that is causing you to let go of this connection, like something is going to make you realize you’re wasting your time. It’s not like usual either, it’s like this undismissable feeling of disgust and realization.

The mask is being ripped off, and in a very ugly way LOL.

I feel like whatever information you’re going to learn from this situation is actually going to help you develop better self esteem and turn a new leaf. It feels like a sigh of relief, this person possibly made you feel like you weren’t good enough, or were a bad person. I heard “I’m always the problem” and you’re going to realize that you aren’t and never were the problem.

I literally heard “reactive abuse”.

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P I L E T W O

You guys are making social waves the month of october by setting harsh boundaries and restrictions in place with others. I heard “Look but don’t touch” I feel like there may be some kind of drama going on in october. I did hear workplace, so for some of you this could be career/reputation/workplace related drama and bs bubbling over. I see you taking things into your own hands and very critically thinking about the situation so you can make a solid decision that is balanced and fair. I also heard “in your favor” I feel like whoever this person you have issues with is doesn’t have a very good reputation. It’s almost like this person speaking so negatively of you constantly is really aggravating other people. Especially because you don’t really talk about them at all. You’ve pretty much moved on from whatever this is.

I heard “bitter ex friend” and I also heard “bite the bullet” and I heard something about a poison apple? Someone could have tried to use an apple in some sort of hex or spellwork towards you. It could be also that someone has poisonous intentions of trying to gain access to you and that you are putting that shit to a stop.

I heard scorpio, so this person could be a scorpio. I see you essentially making a judgment on this person socially which is going to cause other people to really see them in a different light. You could also be bringing context or clarity to some kind of situation, you hold missing information or you are a missing link in some way. I also heard complexity, so this situation could be very complex.

This new judgment will teach you to be more selfish with your time and resources so that you can create a genuine balance in your life.

Too much gratitude I heard, which is lowkey crazy? I think that what that means is that essentially sometimes you put shit on a pedestal. There’s a self worth wound being worked out in this situation tbh.

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P I L E T H R E E

I see a new financial opportunity becoming available in the month of october for you, something unexpected. It could be in something with creation of some kind, doing and creating content possibly even? I see you handling business matters and phone calls of some kind? I heard admin, so some sort of administrative position? I also heard dream job, so for some of you this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity or for others this could be a really solid offer. I also heard high caliber, but I’m also hearing don’t work yourself to death. This group feels very capricorn type of energy, addicted to working, you love making money. I see where you’ve fought long and hard to get into whatever position is being given to you. I see where you’ve lost so much, in search of stability and I feel like you will need to face your shadow of lack and insecurity while in this job position or offer. It almost feels like some of you may try to eject yourself out of the situation because you’re scared or because it feels too good to be true? I feel like this is a good opportunity, but don’t get wrapped up in social liaison I heard. I feel like you have to learn to be comfortable with not fitting in or being like neck deep in a community. You’re meant to be a bit of an outlier at this current point in time because you are learning something new. You’ve already developed the social skills, this is about developing a deeper personal skillset that you can really utilize to drive you to your success.

I see this group really coming to terms with the past, and releasing either the fear of being seen for who you are. I’m also hearing “of being heard” a fear of being perceived for who you really are. You are healing your relationship to yourself, i heard “grotesque” you might be really mean to yourself a lot of the time. Like highkey you are very impatient and cruel to yourself at times and it lowkey sucks for you. I also heard don’t lose sight of what you have, this new opportunity is here for you to milk it for what it has to offer and then dip when things begin to culminate on a deeper scale for you. Some of you could really go through a deep spiritual awakening and learn what happiness truly means to you as a result of this.

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[7ndipity]

Them With A Black Cat S/o

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How the members would react to having a black cat crush or S/o.

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I hope you like it!

Masterlist

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Jin: Honestly, I could see this kind of personality being a pretty good match for him! He has his quieter and introverted sides, so he’d understand your need/preference towards quiet or alone time, and I think he’d have a lot of fun trying to crack your cool outer appearance with his goofy humor.

Yoongi: He’s a bit of a black cat personality himself, so I think you’d be able to understand each other really well! You could both be your most snarky and sarcastic versions of yourselves, without fear of the other person misunderstanding you, and knowing how to find your secret soft sides. 

Hobi: The golden retriever boyfriend that every black cat needs, lol! Like he’s besties with Yoongi, so you know he’s well suited with this sort of personality. I feel like y’all would have full conversations through eyes squints/rolls/etc, lol.

Namjoon: I think he’d get along really well with a black cat personality(imo, he gives goofy tabby vibes, so I think you’d be more alike than he’d realize at first, lol) He’d respect your need for your own space and independence, but he’s also ready to be there whenever you need more attention and support.

Jimin: I think you two would bicker a lot, but it’s almost like a love language for y’all, lol! His naturally sassy attitude would match with your sarcastic humor really well, and although he’s quite affectionate, he would understand your need for having space and time to yourself, making the times when you’re more open and vulnerable with him all the more special.

Taehyung: Tae I think would struggle the most initially with understanding your needs, as he’s a very physically affectionate person. Once y’all find that balance tho, you would work really well together. Similar to how Hobi brings out the brighter side of Yoongi’s personality, Tae would bring out yours, finding ways to draw you into his silliness sometimes and make you laugh. 

Jungkook: I think he would get along quite well with this personality type. He definitely understands the need for having alone time and personal space, though he might struggle a bit in finding the right ways to communicate his own needs to you without feeling clingy. Once you find that balance tho, it’s a match made in heaven.

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[nenelonomh]

working as a student

having flexible and uncommitted jobs as a student is crucial if you want to do well in your studies! so many students struggle to balance making money and studying (especially if you're in a rigorous field) - especially when you don't have the luxury of living at your parents' house or being on a finance plan.

committed jobs with strict schedules can add stress, especially during exam periods. additionally, this allows you to try a broad range of skills, which can be valuable for your future career.

here are some examples of flexible jobs/gig jobs:

✧.* babysitting/nannying/petsitting: these roles often have flexible hours,, and can be good to get you out of your comfort zone

✧.* tutoring: offering tutoring services in subjects you excel in can be done on your own schedule, either in person or online. this can also help you revise!

✧.* freelance writing/editing: although a lot of freelance responsibility has been overtaken by ai, many projects are still available to take on that allow you to work from anywhere, making it easy to balance your studies.

✧.* freelance graphic design: if you have design skills, you can take on projects as they come, working from home or school.

✧.* seasonal jobs: positions such as holiday retail work or summer camp counselling can provide you with cash (and experience), although they are not suitable to balance at the same time as your studying.

✧.* creating content online: this can be in the form of a youtube channel, instagram account, tiktok account or blog. with hard work and quality content, you can get monetized and earn money.

some more ideas include stock photography/videography, selling handmade crafts, selling digital products, voice acting, and providing transcription services.

personally, i prefer creative jobs since it is a good balance between study and work - but sometimes they are hard to earn money from. always try multiple things and test the waters before settling down.

i hope this was helpful. ❤️nene

[psychics4unet]

PAC: How Will Your Future Spouse Treat You in Public and Private? 💖✨

Instructions: Look at the 3 images of the piles below. Choose the pile that you feel most drawn to. Trust your intuition and select the one that resonates with you the most. Once you have made your choice, scroll down to read the description for the pile you selected.

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Pile 1: The Lovers, Page of Cups, Five of Pentacles The Lovers signifies a strong bond and mutual respect. In public, your future partner will treat you with affection and pride. In private, they’ll express their love deeply, creating a nurturing atmosphere. The Page of Cups represents emotional depth and creativity. They’ll be playful and encouraging, bringing joy to your relationship in both settings. The Five of Pentacles indicates overcoming challenges together, strengthening your connection in private moments. Together, these cards show a loving partner who is supportive and understanding, ensuring a fulfilling relationship in all settings. Love this post? Spread the positive vibes by reblogging with your favorite pile number! Remember to like, comment, and follow me for more tarot insights and spiritual guidance. By sharing this post, you'll invite positive energy from the universe into your life. Let's journey together towards enlightenment and fulfillment! ✨❤️🌟

Pile 2: Two of Cups, Knight of Pentacles, The High Priestess The Two of Cups highlights a deep emotional connection and partnership. Your partner will value you openly in public and cherish your bond. In private, they’ll cultivate a deep understanding of your emotions. The Knight of Pentacles brings stability and reliability, indicating that they will be consistent and trustworthy in private moments, creating a solid foundation for your relationship. The High Priestess symbolizes intuition, suggesting they’ll be attuned to your needs both publicly and privately. Altogether, these cards reveal a partner who will create a harmonious and balanced relationship, showing love in every aspect. Love this post? Spread the positive vibes by reblogging with your favorite pile number! Remember to like, comment, and follow me for more tarot insights and spiritual guidance. By sharing this post, you'll invite positive energy from the universe into your life. Let's journey together towards enlightenment and fulfillment! 🌙💖✨

Pile 3: Ten of Cups, Ace of Wands, Seven of Pentacles The Ten of Cups represents ultimate happiness and emotional fulfillment. Your partner will bring joy and contentment in both public and private moments, creating a blissful environment. In private, they’ll nurture your emotional bond, focusing on building a life together. The Ace of Wands signifies passion and new beginnings, showing that they’ll be adventurous and excited to explore life with you. The Seven of Pentacles suggests patience and growth, indicating a willingness to nurture your relationship over time, both in public and private. Together, these cards suggest a partner who will celebrate your love openly and invest deeply in your shared future. Love this post? Spread the positive vibes by reblogging with your favorite pile number! Remember to like, comment, and follow me for more tarot insights and spiritual guidance. By sharing this post, you'll invite positive energy from the universe into your life. Let's journey together towards enlightenment and fulfillment! 🌈💫🌸

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[ariesmoontarot]

Earth Sign Reading🌎

Taurus♉️:

There is someone in your life who has a very healing & loving energy towards you. I see that you’re focused on taking care of those you love and the one you love. I also see that you’ve been loving yourself a bit more and connecting more deeply to your surroundings. This person could’ve helped motivate you into being in this energy. You’ve grown and overcome so much and you may be wondering when you’re going to have your moment. You’ve been waiting for something for a while now and I feel like it could have something to do with finances/career, home, family, or a relationship. You aren’t seeing any opportunities around you at this time and I feel like you’ve been reflecting on this. Thinking of what you can do or how you can do things differently to receive the outcome that you want. I feel like it’s your mentality that you’ve been really trying to change and maybe you weren’t looking at things in the most positive way because of past disappointments. However I feel like you being more patient, optimistic, & confident in trusting that things will happen the way they’re supposed to, will help you attract what you want. You just have to make sure you’re aligned with what you want energetically. Acting as if you already have it within you. You have to start allowing yourself to feel now, what you’d feel when you receive the opportunity you want. I feel like you’re really self assured and independent. You don’t really need to be surrounded by a bunch of people or things that don’t benefit you or your goals. Maybe right now is a time for you to be by yourself in solitude. There were bad habits, influences, fears, & possibly addictions that were affecting your energy. I see you freeing yourself from any toxic and harmful behaviors or environments. You are ready for change and I see you going towards new things with a very lighthearted and positive attitude. Don’t commit yourself to a specific thing or person right now because I feel like it’ll only distract you and things are already divinely and inevitably falling into place. The main thing you need to focus on is what you can control and that is yourself. Start embodying the qualities, values, & standards you need for yourself to feel confident and secure. I’m seeing that when the opportunity you’ve been wanting presents itself to you it won’t be how it usually is. You may be used to feeling super excited, passionate, & a burst of energy when new things come to you, but for this it’s going to take some patience, hard work, & dedication. This is something you’ll have to fight for in a way and I feel like it will seem as if things aren’t going in your favor but they are. You will see in due time, but you need to trust and have faith that it is. There could be two different people or things that you are juggling at this time and the best thing you can do is keep your own energy balanced and centered. Don’t lose yourself trying to keep others satisfied and be sure to limit your distractions!!

Virgo♍️:

I feel like you’ve been working towards being more stable and independent when it comes to your finances, relationships, & career. You want long term results and I feel like you are slowly receiving that. You’ve been healing and releasing any sadness and grief from losses and heartaches. You could’ve been feeling betrayed or really hurt by an experience you had in the recent past and I feel like you’re starting to see the bright side of things. You’re listening to your inner voice and trusting the information you receive about a lot of people and situations. Right now there’s a need for more patience and persistence. Things aren’t happening as fast as you’d like but your efforts and energy that you put towards your goals will be rewarded in due time. Finding ways to cultivate the feeling of you already having achieved so much will help you accomplish more. When you feel good you get to live good. You won’t see challenges as a horrible thing but rather something that helps you learn and grow even more. You will go through trials and tribulations but at the end of the day you can overcome them. Having endurance and confidence will help you more than you know. I feel like you don’t really see how far you’ve come and grown as a person and maybe it’s time for you to start looking at things differently. Don’t think about the challenges that lie ahead of you or what could possibly go wrong. Just think of all the things that could go right and be practical and diligent about the way you move.

Capricorn♑️:

I feel like you’ve been dealing with someone who is a little self centered. They’re focused on themselves and what can benefit them. I feel like things can be really passionate and at the same time cold with them. They come off as very direct, straightforward, & reserved. They aren’t too emotional or expressive about their feelings and they usually just like to make things happen instead of talk. They strategize their steps and move accordingly to their plans. I feel like this is someone who can be on the go a lot and usually has to make the time to be around people. You could be feeling insecure and unworthy of receiving love right now and I see you a little emotionally dependent on this person. It seems like aren’t giving you the time of day or really even focused on you at all and I feel like it’s been weighing heavily on you how they can just seem so distant and not even think about you. You’re in the dark about a lot of things and you don’t understand why. You could feel like there is no future or point of even opening up to this person because of the way things have been going. However I feel like it’s your fears and insecurities that are making you feel this way because maybe you’ve been through a situation in the past that is triggering trauma. Don’t place your emotions and happiness too much on this persons actions and just focus on what you can control and how you can keep yourself more reserved and less reactive. Your personal happiness is more important right now than being worried about somebody else who is focused on themselves. You need time to reflect and process your emotions before you speak and make decisions that could affect you long term. Focus on what is in your life and what’s showing up for you. Pay attention to the details of things and the information you find out, but keep things to yourself. Not everything needs to be said. I also feel like you don’t give things and people enough time to grow. It’s almost like the minute you feel a certain way or something in you gets triggered, you run and detach from the thing you feel that’s causing it. Good things take time, patience, effort, & commitment. It also takes a lot to even trust in the results before seeing them. You need to have unwavering faith and know that what you need will come to you at the right time and place.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi! Idk if you’ve already spoke about this so sorry if you have but do you think that Harry can still speak parsletongue after he’s no longer a horcrux? And do you have any hcs about if theres any changes before vs after he’s no longer a horcrux?

Hi 👋,

Like, in canon, I don't recall it ever being mentioned in the books. But JKR did state in an interview he lost the ability to speak Parseltongue:

Nigel: Can harry speak parseltongue when he is no longer a horcrux? J.K. Rowling: No, he loses the ability, and is very glad to do so.

(Source)

The books don't really mention it, but they intend you to understand it as Harry not being able to speak Parseltongue anymore.

Personally, I like to headcanon he still can. Since it isn't book canon, but stated in an interview, it's pretty loose in canonicity.

Like, my headcanon regarding Harry's Parseltongue is that he wouldn't have been able to speak it if he didn't have a latent gene for it. Like, if a random wizard that had no recent enough Gaunts in their family tree to have the potential to be Parselmouths, became Voldemort’s Horcrux they wouldn't be Parselmouths. Like, I headcanon Lily's maternal grandma was a squib from the Gaunt family, and that's why Harry had a dormant Parseltongue gene that was just activated by becoming a Horcrux. So, he'd keep the ability after the Horcrux is no longer there since it just triggered a gene that was already there. I already talked about how most muggleborns are likely descendants of more recent squibs, so it's not only possible Lily has relatively recent magical ancestry, but likely (also, she has Slytherin green eyes, and was the one to really kill the Heir of Slytherin the first time, let her be a Gaunt).

I think Harry would feel weird after the Horcrux is no longer there. Lighter than he ever felt before. He'd think it's because the war is over and there aren't dark lords or Durlseys to mess with his life, but it isn't. His life likely is still quite stressful while rebuilding the wizarding world, and I think, he'd realize eventually the horcrux left him a little emptier. I think the moment he buries Voldemort and his wand would be the moment he realizes how much he feels the lack of the Horcrux.

I mean, imagine you have a certain amount of soul in you your entire life. Your body, your mind, your spirit, your own soul and magic, the very essence that is you, has recognized another as part of itself, got used to having more soul between your ribs than just your own. and then, in practically a blink of an eye, it's gone. I can't imagine you won't feel it. Like a phantom limb.

I don't think Harry's personality changes much after the Horcrux is removed. Like, I don't think his magic or the alliance of his wand would be affected by that. I think he'd be fine on that front. I think he'd just feel lighter. Emptier. I think his magic would be a bit off balance in the first few months until he got used to the new balance of his body and soul. And he'd just feel off. Like when you leave your house and you have the feeling you forgot something and you just don't know what — that, but constantly, and about your own soul.

I think the entire journey could be really fun in a fic that uses the loss of the Horcrux as a way to explore Harry's trauma from the war now that it's all over. He feels lighter, the weight he carried all his life is gone, but it leaves him empty and purposeless. That's why I think he would go back to 8th year — back home to find his balance.

[lw77]

Diet Pepsi 💈 (LSxMV)

Chapter 5. - Twister

All twisted up ft. Fernando being a menace

Author's note: This one is even worse, I promise I'll go touch grass. 18+ DNI Otherwise.

Soon, everyone had taken their turn spinning the bottle, and Logan found himself sitting next to Max as the group shuffled around. When the bottle lands on Logan, spun by Charles, he quickly blurts out, “Truth!” before Charles can even finish asking.

Charles grins widely, making Logan regret his choice. “Perfect! Now, what were you and Max doing on the boat before you suddenly went for a swim? No lies, cheri .”

Logan glances at Max, who just pulls him a little closer by the waist. “N-nothing! He was just putting sunscreen on me, right Max?” Logan shoots Max a pleading look.

Max nods, “Yeah, just making sure he didn’t get a sunburn.”

Charles raises an eyebrow. “Sunscreen? Is that what we’re calling it now? And did he rub this sunscreen on you?” he adds with a wink.

Even though Charles is close to the mark, Logan insists for his own sake of mind, “It’s the truth!”

“Alright, alright, I get it— lingo,” Charles teases, winking again as a few people chuckle.

As the laughter dies down from Logan’s truth, the bottle spun again, it lands on Carlos. On his fourth turn now, he confidently picks a dare from Fernando, whose scheming smile makes Charles’s earlier grin look modest by comparison.

Fernando strokes his chin playfully, pretending to think, his eyes glinting with mischief as he announces, “Kiss the person on your right, but you have to kiss longer than that little display from Alex and Oscar.”

Looking at Charles, Fernando asks, “How long was theirs?” Charles glances at Fernando, understanding the ploy. “Bouff, I think it was more than a minute, no? Tough competition, Carlito.”

Charles and Fernando exchange twin shark smiles as they look at their friend. Waiting to see what he’ll do. 

Carlos nods seriously and points at them. “Fine, time it then, Charles, 90 seconds.” He then turns to his right to look at George, whose eyes widen slightly, showing either his surprise at Carlos’s acceptance or his own excitement.

Logan glances at his two best friends and notices how tense they are—Oscar alert on Alex’s lap, and Alex sitting straight-backed and focused.

Carlos moves closer to George, cupping his cheek and softly asking, “Okay?” George gives a jerky nod in response. “Words, Princesa ,” Carlos gently reminds him, his thumb stroking George’s cheek while his fingers spread around his neck. “Ye-yes,” George stammers. Grinning, Carlos leans in.

Carlos’s large, tan hand against George’s pale face is already a striking image, but when their faces meet and a flush blooms across George’s cheeks, it's even hotter. 

Closing the distance, his lips meet George’s with a heat that’s both unexpected and overwhelming. One hand grips the back of George’s neck, while the other slides to his waist, pulling him closer on the floor, their knees bumping as Carlos deepens the kiss.

George’s breath stutters, his half-unbuttoned shirt falling open as Carlos tugs him in, pressing their bodies together. Carlos kisses him with an intense, devouring hunger, his lips firm and unrelenting. George’s hands instinctively clutch at Carlos’s arms for balance, overwhelmed by the intensity. Carlos’s tongue slips into his mouth, exploring, claiming, leaving George gasping and flushed. A soft whimper escapes him only to be instantly swallowed by Carlos, whose grip tightens as he pulls George closer by his waist, their hips brushing.

The heat from George’s face spreads down his neck and onto his exposed chest, the flush deepening with each passing second. Carlos’s hand, firm on his waist, holds him close, making George arch against him, helpless under the raw force of Carlos’s kiss. The closeness, the pressure of Carlos’s hand on his bare skin, sends a shock of heat through him.

Charles’ watch begins to trill, signalling their ninety seconds are up.

Carlos finally pulls back, leaving both of them panting, their lips swollen and red. George’s chest heaves, his skin flushed, eyes dazed with building arousal. Carlos hovers close, his nose brushing George’s cheek as his thumb strokes just beneath the hem of George’s open shirt.

With a wolfish grin, Carlos asks, “I think we won, no?” His voice low and husky, betraying his own arousal.

Fernando, hands raised in mock surrender, fixes his expression into his signature no idea look, then quickly points toward Oscar, who’s nearly toppling forward from his perch as he unconsciously leaned in closer while Carlos and George kissed. “There’s your answer then, sobrino ,” Fernando quips, sparking laughter from the group.

Carlos and George, still catching their breath, shift their focus toward Oscar and Alex, their stares pointed and heated.

“Okay, seriously, what is going on?” Daniel says incredulously. “Have I just been oblivious, or is this the night everyone explores their sexual tension? Because there will be no orgies in this lake house—my nonna comes here! She even likes it here!” He surveys his friends with shocked eyes and hands on his hips. “And you two—stop it with the dares!” He points at Charles and Fernando, who look like two kids caught with their hands in the candy jar. 

“We said kiss! For 60 seconds and longer, right? Fernando, didn’t we? We never said dare you to eat each other! That was their heart's desire. We would have settled for a simple press of lips.” Charles argues, despite the guilty look on his face.

“Game’s over, you horn dogs! And no Twister either! I don’t trust you,” Danny announces, standing up and wagging a finger at the group. “Drink, dance, but no more defiling this living room with your saliva. My grandmother’s old-school Italian—she has a sixth sense for where people have tried to make babies. Trust me, I know. She never stepped foot in my car in high school without laying down a tissue first.”

Chuckling, Max leans into Logan and adds, “His Nonna would always pray whenever she got in the car too.”

“No way! Was it really that bad, or was it... a sex car ?” Logan asks, raising an eyebrow.

Max smirks. “Let’s just say he and his sister had to share a room until university.” 

“Oh. Gross,” Logan grimaces.

Max grins and stands, offering his hand to Logan. “Come on, Angel, let’s go find something else to do that isn’t Twister.”

—---------- 

As the party winds down and more people start to drift away, Danny, his girlfriend, and surprisingly Fernando help usher everyone to their rooms or any available spots to sleep.

Max leads Logan to a room, explaining it’s his when he stays at the house. A flutter of excitement stirs in Logan at the thought of spending the night beside him. But as they brush their teeth together, Logan can’t fight the heaviness weighing down his eyelids. He manages just enough energy to slip out of his jeans and slide under the covers. Max follows, slipping an arm around Logan’s waist, and with a contented sigh, Logan's eyes flutter closed, drifting off with Max's warmth pressed against him.

—---------- 

When Logan’s eyes flutter open, Max is still behind him, holding him close, his head resting against the back of Logan’s neck. As Logan tries to shift away, careful not to wake him, Max's arms tighten around him, a muffled “Angel?” murmured against his neck.

Logan pauses, his heart skipping at the sleepy endearment. He settles back into Max’s chest as Max hums in response, his grip loosening but still holding on. Pressing a kiss to Logan’s neck, Max rolls onto his back, pulling Logan on top of him.

Max looks down at Logan with soft, sleep-filled eyes, his lips puffy and hair mussed. One hand reaches up to smooth Logan’s hair. “You look like a little chick, Angel, all fuzzy with your golden hair,” Max chuckles at his own observation. Logan just hides his smile against Max’s chest, the cool metal of his cross necklace brushing against his warming cheeks.

He lifts his head to meet Max’s gaze. “Not talkative in the mornings, are you, Angel?”

Logan, soft from sleep, shakes his head gently, a small smile playing on his lips as Max’s fingers continue to stroke through his hair, their eyes locked in a quiet moment. A question, in Max’s eyes. Then, with a gentle pull, Max brings Logan’s face closer, brushing their lips together in a soft, tentative kiss. Their first.

Logan melts into the kiss, eagerly pressing back against Max. Max’s hand slides to the nape of Logan’s neck, deepening the kiss as their mouths move slowly, savouring the connection. Logan shifts, pressing more fully against Max’s chest, his legs wrapping around Max’s thigh, pulling himself closer.

Logan feels a rush of need as he rolls his hips against Max. Max reacts instantly, fingers tangling in Logan's hair, tilting his head back to kiss him deeper. Their breaths grow heavier, punctuated by Logan’s soft gasps as Max's other hand slips under his shirt, warm palm gliding over the smooth skin of his lower back.

With a teasing touch, Max's fingers press lower, sending shivers through Logan. He arches into him, craving more as their bodies move together, each subtle shift igniting sparks of pleasure. Breaking apart, he whimpers into Max’s mouth, “Please, Maxie, need more,” his voice a soft plea, wide eyes filled with desire.

Max’s grip tightens as he shifts both hands to palm Logan’s ass, guiding his rolling hips against him. Logan whines softly, tugging at his shirt, desperate to shed the barrier between them. “Off, please,” he breathes, voice shaky. Max responds instantly, pulling the fabric over Logan's head and tossing it aside, exposing his skin to the warm air. The sensation of Max’s body against him intensifies. Logan’s heart races as Max’s hands explore his bare back, sending shivers down his spine.

His world fades, leaving only the intoxicating presence of Max. All he can think, breathe, and feel is Max. Max pulls him up higher on his thigh, hands gliding up Logan’s body, brushing over his nipples.

Logan whines, throwing his head back, pushing his chest against Max’s hands. He feels frenzied with desire. There’s a noticeable wetness where his cock head rests in his briefs, steadily leaking. Logan grinds against Max, desperate for more. “Please, Maxie…” he gasps, lost in overwhelming sensations. He’s babbling now, pleading, “Need–,” chanting “more, more, more” between kisses.

Max suddenly flips him onto his back, his legs falling open at the change in position. Crying out at the contact as Max slots his thick, muscular thigh between Logan’s legs, pressing it against him. 

Max leans down, mouth brushing against Logan’s, their breaths mingling as he whispers, “Still need more, Angel?” Logan nods, eyes filled with need. The friction of Max’s thigh sending delicious shivers down his spine.

Keening at the sensation, Logan arches his back, craving more as he grips Max’s shoulders, pulling him closer. Max’s mouth moves to Logan’s nipple, wrapping around it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. Clutching Max’s head, he tries to keep him against his chest. While Max’s hands guide him against his thigh, hands obscene where they wrap around his hips. The pressure builds inside Logan, pushing him closer to the edge as he writhes in need.

With a loud keen, Logan arches his head back, overwhelmed. “Ma-Maxie, kiss me,” he demands, and Max eagerly complies, capturing Logan’s lips, deep and devouring.

Pulling back slightly, Max’s breath is warm against Logan’s skin. “You’re such a good boy for me,” he whispers, a teasing smile on his lips. The words thrill Logan, making him crave more. “For you, only you,” Logan garbles, pressing his hips down against Max’s thigh, desperate for friction.

“Yeah? You’re my baby boy,” Max replies, voice low as he leans back in, kissing Logan deeply again. Each touch ignites a fire within Logan, pushing him closer to the edge. “Just keep moving for me, Angel,” Max encourages, guiding Logan’s movements as he grinds against him.

Logan's body instinctively chases the pleasure. Each thrust against Max’s thigh drives him wild, craving more, wanting to drown in everything Max gives him. 

But Logan feels crazed at the torturously slow pace Max has set. Clutching at Max’s arm, he feels deliriously aroused. “Please, Maxie, ju-just touch me. I’ll be good,” he whimpers, garbled promises spilling from his lips. He needs more.

Looking up at Max, he sees the intensity in his stare. “Show me what you need, Angel,” Max asks, his voice gruff and low. Logan reaches for one of Max’s hands on his hips, pulling it toward his aching cock.

Max’s hand is teasing yet claiming as he places it on Logan’s navel, almost covering the area. He pushes it down slowly, guiding it to where Logan desperately needs him. Logan tries to push up against Max’s hand, craving friction. “-ff, Off, Maxie, please,” he gasps.

Max looks back up at him, eyes searching. “Are you sure, Angel?” he asks, his voice low and steady.

“Yes! Please, or I’ll cry,” Logan pleads, his voice trembling with need. The urgency in his tone drives Max to finally give in, moving his hand to where Logan aches the most. Logan’s breath catches in his throat as he watches Max push down his briefs, his large hands skillfully pulling them off his legs.

The cool air hits Logan’s skin, heightening his senses as he feels Max’s warm calloused palm wrap around him, relief flooding through him as the pressure eases. It doesn’t take much; his precum makes the slide in Max’s fist slick and smooth. Logan gasps, his body responding instinctively to the sensation, his hips bucking slightly as Max begins to move, slowly at first.

“Easy, Angel,” Max murmurs, his voice low and soothing as he matches the pace to Logan’s desperate gasps. Each stroke is deliberate, building the tension within him, making Logan writhe in need. “Tell me how it feels,” Max urges, his grip firm yet gentle, keeping Logan anchored as the pleasure swells.

“Wish you were inside,” Logan gasps, his voice trembling as he whines, his back arching at each stroke. His tongue feels thick, heavy with need, and he manages to stammer, “Can’t wait, wanna feel you…” followed by a hiccup, “all the time.”

Max’s eyes darken with hunger, his grip tightening just enough to send another jolt of pleasure through Logan. “You will, Angel,” he promises, his voice low and filled with heat. “When I have you all to myself, not here.”

He quickens his pace slightly, coaxing Logan closer to that sweet release. The tension builds like a coil, ready to snap at any moment, and Logan can feel the heat pooling deep inside him. Each stroke pushes him closer to the edge, the sensations washing over him like waves, leaving him breathless and craving more. “Maxie, please,” he whimpers, lost in the moment, his body responding eagerly to every touch.

As Max maintains his rhythm, Logan feels the tension build to an unbearable peak. The pleasure overwhelms him, and suddenly, he can't hold back any longer. Moans spill from his lips, high-pitched and desperate, filling the room with sound.

“Maxie!” he gasps, his voice trembling as he arches his back, his body responding eagerly to the relentless strokes, his hands clutching at the bedding. The feeling is too intense, and he can’t help but whimper and keen, each sound more frantic than the last. 

“Angel, shh,” Max urges, his voice a husky whisper as he presses a hand over Logan’s mouth, trying to muffle the sounds. “We don’t want anyone to hear you, do we Angel?”

Logan nods, eyes wide with need, but the pressure inside him is building, and he can’t help but whimper against Max’s hand. He tries to quiet himself, but each stroke makes it harder. “Max!” he cries out, unable to hold back the sound, the desperation in his tone echoing in the room.

“You can do it, Angel,” Max murmurs, his hand stroking Logan’s cheek. 

Logan feels the heat coiling tighter, the world around him fading away again until it’s just him and Max. “I can’t… I’m gonna—” he stammers, feeling the familiar rush of his impending orgasm.

“Let go, Angel,” Max encourages, his voice low and steady, the sound wrapping around Logan like a promise. “I’ve got you.”

With a few more strokes, the tension snaps, and Logan cries out, his voice muffled but desperate as he comes undone beneath Max. “Maxie!” he moans, the waves of pleasure crashing over him, leaving him breathless and trembling.

Max keeps his hand pressed over Logan’s mouth, his other hand never faltering in its movements, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from Logan’s body. “That’s it, good boy,” he whispers, his voice thick with satisfaction until Logan is shuddering through his orgasm, feeling completely lost in the moment.

As the pleasure begins to fade, Logan collapses against the pillows, panting and spent, the warmth of Max’s body anchoring him in the afterglow. Max’s hand slowly retreats, brushing Logan’s hair back as he whispers, “You did so good, Angel.”

Logan feels soft—boneless in the aftermath, his heart racing as he looks up at Max, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. Max gazes back at him, warmth in his eyes, before moving to the ensuite. He returns with a wet towel, gently cleaning him up, his touch tender and reassuring.

“Mmm, need a shower now,” Logan mumbles into the pillow, the warmth of the towel contrasting with the cool air.

Max chuckles softly, his fingers gliding over Logan’s skin. “Let’s get you cleaned up, then,” he replies, his voice low and inviting. He finishes up and leans down, pressing a soft kiss to Logan’s forehead.

“Shall we hop in the shower together?” Max asks, a playful glint in his eye.

Logan’s heart skips at the thought. “Yes, please,” he replies, a shy smile spreading across his face.

Max offers his hand, helping Logan up from the bed.

Afterwards, Max dresses Logan in one of his own T-shirts and a pair of boxers, the fabric soft and comforting against Logan's skin. As he helps Logan pull his jeans up, there’s a gentle care in his movements, as if he’s handling something precious.

“Got it, Angel?” Max asks playfully, a teasing smile on his lips.

Logan chuckles softly, feeling the warmth of their shared moments lingering in the air. “Yeah, I’m good,” he replies, though he leans into Max’s touch, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.

They bask in each other's presence, wrapped in their bubble of comfort and affection, the simple joy of being together before they have to venture outside. Max leans down, brushing his lips against Logan’s neck, grounding them both in the sweetness of the morning.

—------- 

As they enter the kitchen, they find Fernando buttering his toast way too happily. “Good morning, Logan! Maxie! Did you have a good rest—or should I say, good morning?” he asks, hiding a grin as he bites into his toast.

Realizing Fernando must have heard a bit of their morning, Logan coughs and stutters out a polite, “Yes, and yourself?” completely ignoring Fernando’s hint. Max just chuckles and moves to make himself an espresso, turning to ask Logan if he’d like one too. “Sure, Max,” Logan answers softly.

“Oh, actually, Fernando! Do you know which room Oscar and Alex stayed in last night?” Logan asks, remembering Fernando was one of the people allocating spots.

Fernando’s eyes shine for a moment. “Why, yes! They’re down the hall, two doors down from you and Max’s room, but I wouldn’t go in there if I were you… I’d let them come out.” His grin is almost maniacal.

“Uh, okay,” Logan decides, scared to see what Fernando means.

But he doesn’t have to wait long, as both his best friends slowly make their way into the kitchen, still half-asleep. This isn’t surprising, but the bruises littering their necks and the shirts they’re wearing—definitely not what they had on last night—catch his attention. It’s as if they pulled on the first things they found off the floor as soon as they smelled coffee.

As they crowd around Max and the coffee machine, Logan hears another set of footsteps patter into the kitchen. It’s George and Carlos—oh my god—in a similar state of dress. George yawns widely, his hair tousled, and as he slumps into a seat, Logan notices how Carlos moves closer, casually resting a hand on George’s shoulder.

As Carlos passes the fridge, he sweeps a hand against Oscar’s back while another brushes down Alex’s, the easy intimacy between them clearly evident. The four of them together like this is a stark contrast to the dynamics from yesterday.

Logan, still processing, looks toward Fernando, who is smiling wolfishly. Suddenly, it makes sense why Fernando helped allocate sleeping arrangements; he no doubt placed those four together the previous night.

Logan feels a smug satisfaction as he recalls his earlier words to Oscar about possibly having both men in his bed—now it’s three.

He returns Fernando’s grin.

[thr0wnawayy]

Rei-Demption: A problem and my solution (ft. Rei's trauma and Hori's bullshit)

Might as well give my shot at it.

My take on Rei's personality has always been based in suppression.

Rei's whole life has been a balancing act of doing enough to protect her family, while still staying within the lines to not get disposed of.

She's everything Enji isn't. An iron will, a golden heart and a strong sense of empathy.

So with that in mind, hopefully it she'd light on it thought process with this post

A theory I have is that Rei was aware of the hospital's corruption

These panels always felt off too me, it always made me wonder: "does she know?"

The wording is very specific.

"I told him I liked it, around the first time we met. But only once"

It always struck me as odd, We're talking about the man who looked at his eldest death and kept going, man who destroyed multiple lives for a redundant pipedream.

It's not even why would he remember such a small detail, but rather how?

Unless... the doctors are feeding him information.

Think about it, who pays for all this. Surely it's not Fuyumi, on account of this being a massive money sink.

You really expect her to pay for all that on a teachers salary?

It can't be Natsuo because Enji has likely cut him off from everything to his name.

And that's assuming Enji even bothered to save up a college fund for any of them. Plus Natsuo is a full time student of medicine.

If the doctors are watching her every move, looking for any sign of deviation from the narrative then it makes sense for her to disguise her words.

Of course there's still more

Having PTSD isn't something you can keep someone institutionalized for. Especially when Rei's is very proportionate, given what she's gone through. (No, Japan's stigma of mental health wouldn't justify this)

I mean what are Rei's triggers?: Enji and that's about it.

"But we still... haven't met face to face, I'm still too afraid"

That's a standard reaction to have to your abuser (especially when he raped you multiple times)

('Just stop' gets a whole lot darker when you consider it's context)

Not to mention she's no longer fearful of anything resembling Enji, just Enji himself. So there is no real reason to keep her there unless they are afraid she might speak out.

This whole thing makes me think she's trying to tell Natsuo and Fuyumi what's really going on, in a way.

Subtly and under the calm, complacent mask she's expected to wear, in case anyone else is listening. Anyone who could report back to him.

It might also be she doesn't trust them. Fuyumi or Natsuo could blab or say something within earshot that could set Rei back months.

And she can't have that, not with how close she is to finally breaking free. She loves her children, all of them but the trust just isn't there, how can it be when when they don't have all the pieces.

So here's my theory: The hospital staff are in Enji's pockets. Either taking bribes (as recent as Dabi's Dance) or they were given a large sum of hush money when Rei was first hospitalized, with the goal of keeping her there as long as possible and possibly molding her to either keep her mouth shut or (sickeningly) gaslight her into returning to Enji.

(Note how she was only released when they could no longer keep a lid on things, the moment Dabi frops the bomb. She's out, no struggle)

This paints a picture of grotesque corruption, sloth and apathy (the very same cocktail that created Shigaraki) even by Hori's narrative standards. Shedding light on just how deep MHA's despotic nature goes.

The anime makes this even more apparent. Rei's fake smiles make the whole thing that much more viable. She seems so dead, it's like she smothered her soul or something.

I've seen both the sub and dub of this scene. The sub is the correct translation, the same as the Manga panel above.

The Dub however, while severly off mark, adds it's own flavour of dread. Rei sound so hollow, it was jarring the first time I heard it.

It sounded like she was reading a script (in-universe). Like she'd rehearsed this in her mind a million times, staring at the same 3 white walls + the window and waiting for an opening to finally speak.

That was supposed to be Shoto, until the dorms ruined that. Suddenly Rei's lifeline is gone, reduced to letters that don't even tell half the story.

10 years, 10 fucking years reduced to lines on a page.

Can you imagine the despair, dear reader?

The frustration. The sheer vitriol coursing thorough her veins, far hotter than Touya could ever manage.

Having to do the same thing she's been doing even before she was locked away. As the the skeleton in the closet of a criminal with a license.

Wearing masks for so long you can hardly breath and in the brief moments you can take them off. You can hardly recognize yourself, how you once were.

It must be the truest form of hell.

The Rei-demption Arc

Rei's redemption arc takes the attention of our theoretical arc without overtaking it.

The arc would mostly focus on the more domestic aspects of our trio being: Midoriya, Shoto and Uraraka.

A few minor changes would occur. The dorms never happen, allowing the characters to exist outside of UA.

There is solid confirmation that Fujiya is corrupt and is keeping Rei institutionalized on illegal grounds (ie: not meeting the criteria set up to ensure her silence)

The dinner scene would still happen only it would bd framed for what it really was. A pathetic attempt at creating a moment that never existed.

There's no family with Enji.

Just a family held hostage and a tyrant. I have my own grievances with Fuyumi, but I'll leave that for the future.

The only difference besides Natsuo being properly portrayed as a victim acting well within his right, the reasons for our trio going would be for Shoto's emotional wellbeing, because he asked them to.

Uraraka could have a moment where she realizes that money is as much as good as it is bad. An actually decent shift into her change of goals.

Here Enji motivates her to "watch the watchmen". Her need for money is still a crucial part of her reasons for becoming a hero, but she also has a more front and center goal.

I'd imagine she has a moment parallel to Midoriya's during the Sports Festival.

Where (alone in front of the Dojo after the failed dinner) she rightfully calls out Enji for being a self pitying piece of shit and that "sorry" doesn't cut it.

"You've hurt them in ways you can't imagine." Would probably be the last thing she says before walking away.

She may not know the whole story but she knows it hurt them and that's enough.

Rei's ascent

Rei's biggest hurdle is accepting that she was also an abuse victim. She's furious but she's only furious on her children's behalf and what they lost.

Her unintentionally harmful actions weigh on her, be it her neglect or the night she scalded Shoto, these events have impacted her deeply.

She learns to reconcile with her past, improve her relationship with Shoto and even meets Shoto's friends at one point.

Eventually she finds closure but that's later on.

She also acts as an advisor at times, having given Shoto the idea of using Ice projectiles (as seen in the Licensing Exam)

The second half comes from the Hospitals corruption, as Rei learns that she is long overdue for release (by about 8 years) among other horrific practices. This would play out as the arc's B plot, building up to what I call "The Summit"

The Summit

Eventually Rei fights Hood.

After gathering the evidence, she escapes the hospital. Planning to go to Natsuo for protection. As she's walking across a crosswalk however, she hears what sounds like an explosion.

Eventually she hears screaming and is forced to use her quirk as a bus is suddenly sent hurdling in her general direction.

As of her body moved on its own, she envelops it in her ice. Stopping the bus and saving those behind her in the process.

Only to see Hood land on top. They lock eyes and Rei can't help but see Touya in Hoods ambition.

In response to Rei holding her ground, Hood dashes. Rei counters this by manipulating her ice to send him crashing into an empty building, impaling him on the glaciers end.

Hood is impressed by Rei's proficiency and chooses to fight her.

Rei having no experience, fights for her life. Where as Rei avoids Civilians, Hood has no care for them which forces Rei to play the role of hero.

Rei uses every weapon in her arsenal in order to stave off Hood, who only gets more relentless as the battle stretches on. The upside is Hood's regeneration struggles in the cold, which Rei is constantly producing.

Each side gets blows in, with Rei taking them surprisingly well but still being worse for wear. Hood notes this saying "as if y-you've done t-t-this before" (close, Hood very close)

Eventually Hood gets the upper hand, towering over Rei in a manner that triggers her PTSD and leaves her stunned.

One of the civilians (Horoshi Tameda) emboldened by Rei's efforts, picks up a loose chunk of pavement and chucks it at Hood's back. It hits, causing Hood to look back.

Civilians begin making loud noise, others begin picking up anything they can find and throw it at Hood. Further catching him off guard long enough for Rei to snap out of her episode and strike back.

From here the fight kicks into high gear, with Rescue heroes & paramedics arriving on the scene and a camera crew recording the fight from above. Overall I imagine the scene to be very uplifting, with the Orchestra swelling as Rei prepares a final attack.

The move rivals that of Shoto's, arguably even surpassing it. Hoof is incased in a prison of Ice, covering an entire city block worth of destroyed buildings. And the fight finishes with Rei collapsing to her knees.

From here on out things change. Rei's newfound fame leads to the hospital being forced to do their job. Because of this Rei gets out early (around the time the Internship arc would started had I not scrapped it)

As for what this could lead to I'll let you decide. I'd love to read some suggestions.

Bonuses:

Theories:

The reason they kicked Fuyumi from her job is because she covered an abuser's ass for years. While Fuyumi is a victim, it doesn't excuse her complacency in regards to Enji's treatment of Shoto before and after his "self pity" arc.

Natsuo didnt go to someone because he wouldn't likely be believed, being seen as bitter and untrustworthy (his time away from home wouldn't help with pinning evidence).

Extra:

Hood survived the fight, Rei opted to capture him as opposed to kill him. That doesn't mean he didn't get frost bite. Police found out it is very difficult to question a Nomu.

Out of all her trauma. Rei accepting she was never given a choice will be the hardest to accept.

Rei's family is not inbred, rather her parents ran away so her father wouldn't be forced into a marriage with his cousin. Only to ironically do the very same to their daughter.

Hiroshi still becomes a meme, his 'Can't you see speech' leads to him becoming a motivational speaker.

The reason Hood appeared is because Dabi lost track of him. He nearly had a heart attack when he discovered his mom was holding the Nomu off.

[smiley-positivity-potato]

i feel like i didn't get to talk about this much online in great enough detail, but for the young or OLDER transmascs and trans men out there, it is perfectly natural to look for a masculine or male role model to look up to for masculinity inspiration and guidance, whether you personally know them or not. Whether they have passed or not, it's okay to search for somebody to look up to and grow ideas from on what it means to be a man in your eyes. It's natural for cisgender boys and men to do it, so why not you as well?

as you grow, you will come to discover there are all types of role models that'll you be able to relate to. or you may only find one. and when you find that person that brings out your inner sense of worth, and what it means to truly be a man to you, and not just from what the media presumes, you'll know. you'll feel comfort in not just your skin, but also your mind. you'll feel a sense of strength, security, protection, balance and loyalty. you'll speak with actions over words. you'll be able to proudly follow the path of a man, something you hadn't been able to envision before. thanks to having a masculine role model, you will now have something to strive to surpass.

there is no perfect male or masculine role model. there isn't anyone in this world who is perfect. in fact, due to your past womanhood and cautious upbringing, you may believe you don't deserve to receive guidance in this new world as a man. you may still believe and remember the words you spat and the evil you were taught about the everyday man, especially if you grew up in a dangerous area being groomed, abused or having had experienced traumatic history. this doesn't mean men can't hurt others, but you have been taught every man WILL and CAN hurt you, if given the chance, by the men AND women in your life. so now you worry and wonder, "Will people think I've become a man so I can become the attacker, instead of the prey waiting for the pounce?" you'll begin to think, you betrayed yourself as a fellow transmasc, and trans man. you'll see that frightened, confused "girl" who was still in the "attic"- because at this point you shoved those thoughts about your gender so deep inside the closet of your brain that it rose above your head until it finally collapsed on top of you. you'll wonder, "If I was cisgender, would I have hurt me too?"

the answer is you don't AND will never truly know. and it always will be like that. but what you do know is that if given the chance, you'd save yourself all over again in this life right now. you'd rescue and hold that little girl that was scared and misunderstood. because at the end of the day, your soul and values are your own. and your character still shows, regardless of your gender. and even if you aren't that socially aware, you'd comfort that little girl because you would KNOW what pain she was talking about. the pain of feeling misplaced. the anguish of following everyone else's advice, desperate to feel SOMETHING BETTER, only to end up feeling empty- just another puppet on someone else's strings. "But at least I made everyone else happy?, you'd think. but in the end, you didn't make yourself happy- not even a little.

you will know what it feels like to want CHANGE in your life, even if you are still unsure how you'd like to accomplish it. because you've been there. you've done that. and now you can say, you ARE your younger self's hero.

as you search inside yourself, and around you, for a role model on what masculinity means to you, you'll start to realize it all starts with acknowledging who you truly are, who you want to be, and how you want to stand. you begin to realize that the media and radfems have made you think a "perfect man" exists if they just follow a list of rules and guidelines they've made up when you KNOW it's not true. for you were born and went through a lot of the "womanhood" they experienced as well. and even if a masculine person meets ALL THESE GUIDELINES AND RULES, THERE'S STILL ROOM FOR A GRAY AREA. BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE HUMAN BEINGS. WHETHER FEMME OR MASC, ANYONE CAN BE A BAD OR GOOD PERSON.

being a masculine person or man doesn't make you a horrible person, it just means you're human. and if we aren't taught to self hate, hurt ourselves or dismiss our own feelings as men, we can achieve so much. especially when we aren't hating ourselves on our journey through our manhood. i am lucky to know the few cis men i do in my personal life that i do; and that i get to look up to them. for they are leaders, strong both mentally, and emotionally. they are loyal and love, loudly and silently. they behave differently based on their relationships with others, but are never indirectly inconsistent, for they are honest. and i admire them for that. for they are themselves and they demand respect. and to me, a nonbinary transmasc human being, that is and has been the hardest thing for me to do: demanding respect from others.

when you find your masculinity role model, you'll begin to understand what younger cis boys most likely felt when they looked up to some of their heroes; whether family, family friends, older classmates, entertainment stars, sports players or historical figures. you'll get to experience the newfound feeling of walking down a different path then originally planned as a transmasc man. some cis people will tell YOU you HAVE to act this way to discover your role model AND to live like said person. you do NOT. for your personality, AND your manhood are a part of you that show your inner character. your clothes, morality and male role model(s) show what you like, honor and value. but your soul shows your identity. your words explain your story and heart. your wisdom shows your willingness and strength to learn how to be an honest, hard-working man.

and just like the male role model you are searching for, you'll soon start to find out you may be someone else's reason and inspirational story. thanks to you they may have a reason to continue exploring their own masculinity. they can now define their own path on what it means to become a better man. thanks to you.

[lucy-moderatz]

[turtleblogatlast]

Things I make for myself when insomnia kicks in

Just a chart about what I wanna change up and keep consistent in my art - I mainly wanna draw Raph with a tail because he deserves one, it fits too well. Donnie gets a long tail too because I didn’t realize how dino-like he looks until I gave him one, and now it’s a must for me haha.

[caimitos]

saw a post about projecting your ethnicity onto a character and started missing vespa ilkay. so so bad

[squid-procrow]

As Gale's on the mind again, time to bring up BG1 lore about mystra!

For anybody who truly doesn't think Gale was groomed, that a good god would NEVER!

This isn't even the first time she's done something like this, sure it wasn't grooming for Dornar Silverhand but she did take over his love interests body so she could manipulate him into children...

Tldr She takes over a girl (who was enthusiastic to be a goddess's chosen, then unsure once she realized it was for this) to convince a guy (her very loyal follower who was already in love so he said no) for kids.

He watches his wife become a literal shell of herself so that she can have seven children with the energy of both their parents. And he ends up having to kill his wife because she's become a lich shell of a person.

To which after he cuts her head off mystra shows up and goes "yeah sorry, my doing." And he loses it, running from Neverwinter up to the north and disappearing until he dies for 30 years where she continues to protect him.

The worst part? Dornar goes back to her after it all, helping her find more chosen. What Gale could have been.

I feel like a big part of the story that the writers were trying to tell us was that even if you were formally mortal the second you go on to the pedestal of a previous God you inhabit who they were, and mystra is the weave before all.

It fits perfectly with the Durge (and Astarion) storylines, if you don't remove yourself completely from the cycle you will inevitably become what you dislike, even if you intended for the best.

Below is the full txt

History of the Chosen of Mystra:

The reason why Mystra, the Goddess of Magic, invested a portion of her divine might into mortals is not known. One of the popular theories, and one that is gaining more support in light of the other goddess' during that period, is that Mystra foresaw the Time of Troubles (and her own passing at the hands of Helm) and chose to give some of her powers to mortals in order to ensure that her successor (the female mage, Midnight, as it turned out) would have a number of nearly immortal allies in the struggle against the schemes of the gods (the now dead Bane, Myrkul and Bhaal) who precipitated the Time of Troubles by stealing the Tablets of Fate.

The theory goes on to suggest that Mystra informed Azuth at approximately the Year of the Rising Flame (0 DR), more than 1,300 years ago before the Times of Troubles, that some of her power must be put into the hands of mortals who would then become known as Mystra's Chosen. The power would sleep within the bodies of those mortals, allowing Mystra only to call on it only with their permission. It would give the Chosen to innate ability to heal quickly, and would give them life spans far greater than those of ordinary mortals. Mystra speculated that these mortals might be able to call on her power and thereby gain some special abilities, but that these powers would not rival those of a deity. (See "Powers" below.)

The Goddess of All Magic then began to select mortals she thought to be suitable. One of the first was the young mage Elminister, and she also singled out a promising wizard named Khelben Arunsen. Both of them proved to be worthy and capable receptacles of her power, but Mystra's other early attempts to invest her power in living humans were unsuccessful, and she came to realize that only a very few mortals were of stern enough substance to contain such power within themselves without being destroyed or corrupted. Even though some people aside from Elminister and Khelben may have possessed the requisite strength, it is possible that having lived for years prior to being visited by Mystra had set them on a path from which they were not able to deviate. Whatever the reason, the problem needed to be solved. To get around the difficulty, Mystra devised a plan to use herself as a vessel to breed individuals who could be nurtured and acclimated to her power from the very beginnings of their lives.

For the father of these individuals, she picked the best example of human stock she could find: Dornar Silverhand, a nobleman and a former Harper who lived near Neverwinter. Mystra then possessed the body of Elue Shandur, a helf-elven sorceress whom Dornal was already attracted to. Mystra revealed her presence and her plan to Eleu, who happily and eagerly agreed to have the goddess share her body. Eleu had been reluctant, but under the influence of Mystra the woman became a seductress, and Dornal found his advances being suddenly returned with great fervor.

Dornal and Mystra/Eleu were wed in the Year of the Drifting Stars (760 DR). The first of the seven daughters, Anastra Syluné, was born the following winter. Sylune's six sisters emerged at one-year interval thereafter: Endue Alustriel, Ambara Dove, Ethena Astorma (she prefers the name "Storm" these days), Anamanué Laeral, Alassa Shentrantra (known today as the Simbul) and Erésseae Qilué. These siblings have become known in Realmsian lore as the Seven Sisters.

Dornal, who had been kept in the dark about his wife's true nature through the years (presumably because Mystra didn't want to risk losing his services), was disappointed and distraught by the time his sixth child was born; he had always wanted sons as well as daughters. More importantly, he was seeing his wife deteriorate right before his eyes. The strain of coexisting with the goddess all these years had turned Eleu into a withered shell - in essence a lich, clinging to life only because Mystra's power was within her.

When Eleu was carrying the seventh child, Dornal consulted a priest who told him his wife had been possessed by a entity of great magical power. To spare both of them any further agony, he attempted to slay his wife's physical form by severing her head from her body.

As soon he had done this, Mystra was forced to reveal herself to him, and she went on to explain her scheme. Just as she had worried would happen, Dornal was aghast at how he and his wife had been used by the goddess. He turned his back on the corpse of his wife, abandoned his lands and his children, and vanished into the North. Mystra bore him no ill will, and in fact protected him for the final 30 years of his life. When Dornal finally did meet his end he called out to Mystra, and the goddess granted his continued existence as her servant. Now known as the Watcher, Dornal Silverhand travels the world unseen by mortals on a continuing mission to locate candidates to swell the ranks of the Chosen and to identify possible threats to Mystra and her minions

[psychics4unet]

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