#regardless this whole incident was entirely inappropriate

[tariah23]

They’ve finally arrested that woman for allowing her child to wax adult’s private areas/ working an 8hr shift + overtime.

[undertaker1827]

hello there, headcanons for sebastian, edward and snake to a s/o who likes to laugh and tells jokes, even in uncomfortable moments she will giggle nervously Xd thanks a lot admin we love ya 🤞💜💜

Aww thank you!! And sorry these took so long, hope you enjoy!!

Masterlist

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Sebastian

Sebastian thinks your jokes are absolutely hilarious

He might not always show it, maybe only smirking or quietly chuckling to himself (especially if Ciel is there) but he could positively scream with laughter most of the time

If you’re at home together, he holds back far less

It’s not unusual to watch him clasp a hand over his mouth and lean back against the nearest piece of furniture, eyes squeezed shut as he laughs

The thing is though, you don’t even have to be saying jokes to sound funny

Half of what you say is massively sarcastic anyway and Sebastian (being Sebastian) literally always picks up on it even when others aren’t clued in and think you’re being serious

This has gotten you into trouble more than once and when that happens, it really just makes the demon laugh more

He does eventually help you out, but not before he’s milked the moment for all it’s worth

In return, his comments to you tend to be spoken quietly, generally about the company you’re with whilst they are still standing with you

His goal is to make you forget yourself and laugh as he is fully capable of keeping a completely straight face regardless of what happens

You, not so much

That is a fact that both of you know, hence why the competition started

You try to do the same back to Sebastian, but his lips have never so much as twitched, even once

Often, he uses this as a way to say something even funnier back to you in an attempt to make you laugh

The demon also like watching your reactions in awkward or uncomfortable situations

It’s not that he wishes them on you, quite the opposite, he just takes far too much enjoyment in watching you struggle to diffuse whatever tension there is in the room

Eventually he’ll help you out with that too, but not before he’s let you flounder for at least a little while

Edward

Edward was pretty surprised the first time he heard you crack what he would have deemed an incredibly inappropriate joke (for the situation, at least) but quickly came to realise that’s just how you are

He does find you very funny, though sometimes he wishes you could keep the joking about to a minimum

Think in front of other members of the nobility

And his mother! Omg his mother

He literally thought you would get a sword between your eyes the first time you said something sarcastic in front of her and immediately jumped in with a speech full of reasons and explanations that any qualified politician would be proud of

But the Marchioness laughed

She actually laughed at the joke you’d made

Edward’s mouth fell quite literally wide open as he watched his mother chuckle at whatever you’d said - he was too astonished to even remember what it was

From then on he was less concerned with who you joked about in front of, though he still mentally grimaced sometimes

Most often this was during the awkward conversations with people from other noble families where you would giggle profusely, but entirely out of nervousness

Edward would mentally facepalm at the display and attempt to help you recover, generally by diverting the conversation away from the topic you felt embarrassed about whilst also getting the assembled party to focus on him rather than you

You are always especially grateful to him for it

Afterwards though, he may quietly tell you that whatever you did and or said was actually quite funny, just that it was entirely in the wrong time and context

If you felt bad about it, he’d tell you not to worry and that they would forget it happened as soon as the two of you walked away

Half of them wouldn’t even recognise your faces the next time you saw them

He would then proceed to tell you about an incident he once bore witness to in which an older man’s wig has been completely removed from his head

Up until that point he had successfully maintained the fiction that it was his real hair and according to Edward, his reaction had been priceless

By the end of the story you were collapsed with laughter once again and had quite forgotten about the whole thing

Snake

Snake, being the quietest of the three, is the least likely to outwardly laugh at your jokes, though his snakes proclaim their love for your humour all the time

By extension, or so you think at least, that means Snake himself also finds what you say to be funny

Occasionally you manage to draw small smirks out of him, which only makes you put in extra effort the next time

Emily in particular is very fond of your dry sense of humour and Wordsworth loves the overused, corny jokes you think of, claiming every time he’d ‘never heard that one before!’

Snake’s favourites are when you’re not actually trying to be funny

Like you’re just speaking normally and whatever you say sounds sarcastic, dry (maybe both) and whoever you’re talking to looks like they can’t decide whether to be offended or not

The more clueless you are, the funnier it gets

He doesn’t just leave you floundering though ahem Sebastian he will actually help you get out of whatever situation you’ve dug yourself into

It’s something that provides him with endless entertainment

At the end of the day, Snake sometimes discusses your day’s worth of jokes and other funny happenings with his serpents, who then vote on the best joke you made

He’s never actually told you, but this has become something of a routine now for all of them

Snake is fairly certain you don’t even realise how much comedic relief you provide, especially if you’re not intending to do so

Either way you’ve given him more laughs than any other person he can think of

If he ever gets caught up thinking about his past, he just goes and seeks you out

You can’t always tell that he’s a bit off as he hides it so well, but if you just act like your normal funny self, he’ll feel better in no time

Sometimes, very rarely, you manage to get him to laugh properly

It’s quiet, more chuckling than anything else

But it’s there and you’re learning how to get it out

[calacuspr]

Calacus Weekly Hit & Miss – Simone Biles & Rassie Erasmus

Every Monday we look at the best and worst communicators in the sports world from the previous week.

HIT – SIMONE BILES

Simone Biles has been the superstar of gymnastics - if not female sport - since she burst into global consciousness by winning four gold medals at the Rio 2016 Olympic Games.

With 19 world championship gold medals as well to her name at the tender age of 24, expectations were high at Tokyo 2020.

Not content with leading the world in gymnastics, Biles showed remarkable strength from one so young by putting her mental health ahead of the attention and anticipation of her performances at this year’s Olympic Games.

After pulling out of the women's gymnastics team final. Biles explained: “I have to focus on my mental health. I just think mental health is more prevalent in sports right now.

"We have to protect our minds and our bodies and not just go out and do what the world wants us to do.

"I don't trust myself as much anymore. Maybe it's getting older. There were a couple of days when everybody tweets you and you feel the weight of the world.

"We're not just athletes. We're people at the end of the day and sometimes you just have to step back.”

The Olympic Games may be one of the biggest stages in world sport, but Biles showed remarkable poise to withdraw given her unofficial role as the symbol of Team USA.

It is further proof, if proof were needed, that sports stars now feel empowered to stand up, not only for social justice but also for themselves, as we saw with Naomi Osaka withdrawing from the French Open in much the same way earlier this year.

Michael Phelps, himself an Olympic phenomenon, defended Biles after previously revealing his own struggles with depression. He said: “This is an opportunity for all of us to really learn more about mental health, to all help each other out.

"For me, I want people to be able to have somebody that can support them, who’s non-judgmental and who’s willing to hold space. There’s a lot that we can do to help one another and we have to start. We can’t brush it under the rug anymore.”

Biles, remember, has spoken out about the sexual abuse she and many others faced at the hands of the former U.S.A. Gymnastics doctor Lawrence G. Nassar and the devastating effect it has had on her life.

She has also spoken out about racism, which she has encountered in life and in gymnastics competition; She said: “It happens every day, and I feel like every Black athlete or colored athlete can say that they've experienced it through their career.”

Biles has had to watch as her brother Tevin Biles-Thomas was accused and then recently acquitted of 15 charges including murder related to an incident three years ago.

The gymnast later withdrew from the final individual all-round competition, with USA Gymnastics stating: “We wholeheartedly support Simone’s decision and applaud her bravery in prioritizing her well-being. Her courage shows, yet again, why she is a role model for so many.”

There have been accusations that she let down her team by walking away, that she displayed an appetite for ‘losing, quitting and failure’ rather than seeing the bigger picture of fighting through adversity.

American conservative activist Charlie Kirk was also quick to criticise, saying: "We are raising a generation of weak people like Simone Biles. If she's got all these mental health problems: don't show up."

“She's probably the greatest gymnast of all time. She's also very selfish, she's immature and she's a shame to the country."

Those opinions were echoed by other right-wing activists and yet US newspapers such as USA Today called Biles’ decision “important” and a “powerful message.”

The New York Times lauded the 24-year-old for putting her “mental health first and the expectations of others, at best, second” and after Biles spoke about the mental exhaustion endemic to being the best, the Washington Post asked, “What are we doing, breaking our athletes?”

Mental health organisations such as The Rethink Mental Illness charity praised Biles and said: “Everyone needs to prioritise their mental health, even the best athletes in the world.

“Simone Biles’s decision to withdraw from an Olympics final will not have been taken lightly, and it’s great to see the support she received from her teammates.”

Mind also congratulated Biles on her bravery and posted on Twitter: “Working in elite sports like gymnastics comes with unimaginably high levels of pressure, perfectionism, scrutiny, and comparison. Simone Biles is incredibly brave for speaking out, and highlighting the importance of looking after your mental heath.

“Simone is a role model for women and girls everywhere. She deserves our applause, respect, appreciation – and above all our support right now.”

MISS – RASSIE ERASMUS

Rugby union prides itself on respect and one of the most fundamental aspects of game is based on how referees are treated.

It’s common law within the sport that players and coaches accept refereeing judgments without abusive disagreement but in recent times, the game has been caught up in controversy due to reactions over refereeing decisions.

During the 2021 British and Irish Lions and South Africa test series, South Africa head coach Rassie Erasmus has taken the disrespect of officials to a whole new level, as he openly criticised the officiating of the first test match between the two sides.

In an hour-long video, Erasmus let out his fury towards Australian referee Nick Berry in which he analysed 26 clips from the game of incidents which he believed were blatant mistakes.

In the video, he said: "It's comical the respect the [officials] showed towards the South African players compared to the Lions players.

"Let the Springboks and the Lions have an equal chance on the field when it comes to laws, respect, the way players are treated, what is said in the coaches' pre-match meeting with the referees, how they give feedback post-match and how things are said in the media.

"When Siya [Kolisi] spoke to the referee and when Alun Wyn [Jones] spoke to the referee, I just felt the reactions on how they treated both those players, there was a vast difference between who he was taking serious and who he wasn't taking serious."

Erasmus ends the video by saying that he recorded the video “in my personal capacity, and not as part of the Springboks”, even offering to quit his position for the remainder of the series.

But when you’re the head coach of the world champions in any sport, let alone rugby union, recording a video criticising a referee is entirely inappropriate.

Despite his claims that neither Nick Berry nor World Rugby provided feedback on the officiating during the first test, Erasmus raised his complaints in a totally unprofessional manner.

In response to the video, Rugby Australia defended Nick Berry and deemed the comments from Erasmus as "unacceptable", while World Rugby reacted by saying they would be taking up the matter with the South African Rugby Union.

Erasmus has never been afraid to speak out, but his comments towards referees has cast a shadow over the already disrupted Lions Tour in South Africa.

In the week running up to the first test, Erasmus refused to disassociate himself from a burner Twitter account named “Jaco Johan”, which carries video clips of controversial refereeing incidents for the previous games of the tour.

“When something makes sense to me I like to retweet it,” Erasmus said. “If you do analyse the things that he is supposed to see, then you are actually spot on with the integrity of the game.”

It’s also not the first time that the Springbok head coach has been caught up in controversy regarding the officiating in rugby.

Back in 2019, the then New Zealand head coach Steve Hansen accused Erasmus of trying to pressure referees into preferential treatment towards his team, after the South Africa boss suggested that the All Blacks had for years received soft officiating during matches.

Debate surrounding refereeing decisions has been a constant theme of the Lions series, with the tourists also raising concerns regarding the appointment of a South African television match official in the first game.

With South Africa going on to claim victory in the second Test, Erasmus could claim that his mind games paid off, especially considering several decisions went the Springboks' way.

Regardless, raising concerns about refereeing in rugby should be done in a respectful manner and in that regard, Erasmus missed the mark completely during the 2021 Lions tour.

[ruusverd-fandom-blog]

I started this as a reply to another post, but it got super long and went in a bit different direction so I made my own. It probably needs a "read more" but I'm on mobile, so oh well.

Note: I'm talking exclusively about what we see on the screen in the Netflix show here, not the information from the books or games or fanon interpretations.

I think it's interesting that Geralt's supposed emotional constipation and weak social skills only seem to get mentioned in relation to his interactions with Jaskier. Geralt gets along fine for the most part with pretty much everyone else he meets if he wants to (except for his fight with Yen about the wish) and even though he isn't as chatty as his book counterpart, his emotions are generally very clearly conveyed and not inappropriate to whatever situation he's in at the time. There's definitely a lot of trauma and trust issues going on there, but all things considered he's actually a surprisingly functional adult.

I think people assume Geralt is emotionally repressed and socially stunted because he doesn't act like he likes Jaskier or wants him around, but that's only a sign of emotional repression if it isn't true. Watching the show... it looks to me like Geralt genuinely doesn't like Jaskier and doesn't want him around. I'm not going to analyze every scene because this is already going to be really long, but Jaskier gives Geralt very little reason to trust him, let alone like him. It's not a crime or a sign of bad social skills to not want to be friends with someone, particularly someone who doesn't respect you at all. (It definitely is a really bizarre writing choice for both characters since they are supposed to be best friends, but I digress.)

In the very first episode Jaskier is in, he sees Geralt in a tavern, decides all on his own he's going to make him his muse, completely ignores that Geralt isn't interested, gives him some "help" that Geralt didn't ask for and actively objected to, then in later episodes acts like Geralt owes him friendship (and favors, and actual money) in return. He constantly treats Geralt like an idiot who needs Jaskier to run his life. And he does this for literal decades. What part of that was Geralt supposed to interpret as genuine friendship? That's not how a friend would act, even if Jaskier's intentions were good.

And for once let's not pretend his actual intention in writing the song(s) was a selfless desire to help Geralt, at least not entirely. Netflix Jaskier isn't book Dandelion the master poet, celebrated graduate of Oxenfurt and independently famous bard. Netflix Jaskier when we meet him is a young guy who can't even busk in a tavern without having things thrown at him, his songs are that terrible. He latches onto Geralt of Rivia the famous witcher as a potential career boost for himself before he knows Geralt doesn't like to be called the Butcher; he was equally happy to write songs about the Butcher of Blaviken before Geralt punched him. (Also a strange writing choice by the way, Geralt isn't generally the type to punch random strangers for being accidentally insulting. Or even purposefully insulting for that matter.)

People like to talk about how Jaskier made Geralt famous and improved his reputation (which is debatable, I'll get to that in a minute) but I seldom see anyone point out that Jaskier's own professional reputation was entirely built on songs that he attached Geralt's name to without his approval, capitalizing on Geralt's already existing fame to boost his own.

How much the song(s) really helped Geralt is, as I said, debatable. He was clearly already pretty famous if Jaskier recognized him on sight, and the worst instance shown of human prejudice against witchers occurs in episode 1 before the Butcher of Blaviken came to be. In the tavern in Posada he's sitting alone, but he's clearly visible to the whole room and not hiding in his hood like he was in Blaviken, and no one seems hostile towards him for being there. The farmer isn't scared to approach him with a job, and even pays him up front. The Blaviken incident doesn't actually seem on screen to have made Geralt's life noticeably worse than it already was in a practical sense, he just really hates that memory and doesn't like being called a butcher.

The only major difference I can see for Geralt after Jaskier writes his song seems to be that occasionally he gets called White Wolf instead of Butcher (though Butcher is still far more common, at least on screen), and that he now also has a reputation for slaughtering elves, as shown by Calanthe's banquet. Granted the latter likely doesn't hurt his popularity with humans, but Geralt obviously (and rightfully) hates it.

I say again, what part of this is supposed to make Geralt so incredibly indebted to and fond of Jaskier?

There are a lot more instances I could mention, (grabbing the djinn right out of Geralt's hands, trying to use the wishes all for himself and what he chose to wish for, immediately lying about Geralt's feelings to bolster his own reputation when he thinks Geralt just died, I could go on) but the overall impression is that this relationship is really heavily slanted in Jaskier's favor, and Jaskier engages in a lot of controlling behaviors to ensure that he continues to benefit as much as possible, frequently at the expense of Geralt's physical, emotional, and moral comfort. I'm not sure why it's considered "emotionally constipated" for Geralt to be unhappy with this and pretty bluntly tell Jaskier to go away and leave him alone through the whole show.

It's not until episode 6 that Geralt finally snaps and phrases his oft-repeated "go away and leave me alone" so harshly it finally gets through Jaskier's habit of filtering out everything Geralt says. Too harshly maybe, but Geralt has been saying essentially the same thing at every opportunity for 22 years and Jaskier doesn't listen or else just doesn't care. No wonder Geralt finally blew up. It's actually very telling that after so many years Jaskier doesn't even know Geralt well enough to read his moods or warning signs. Maybe Jaskier is the one who actually lacks social skills and/or emotional awareness?

Regardless, I was super turned off by Geralt and Jaskier's relationship in the Netflix show. I wanted so much to like it, but frankly I was relieved when Jaskier finally left in ep 6, for both their sakes. And I felt so bad that I was relieved, because it could have been so much better. If these two are supposed to be friends, the script should have been written so that both Geralt and Jaskier actually like and respect each other and want to be friends, because so far they're just two completely incompatible people. I hope season 2 is better, but given how tv shows usually work my hopes aren't high.

Tl;dr, I don't think the travesty of Geralt and Jaskier's relationship in the Witcher Netflix is due to Geralt being socially inept or emotionally stunted. It's due to the fact these two characters, instead of being written as opposites that attract, are written as a man who deeply hates being taken advantage of, and another man who ceaselessly takes advantage of him. It just doesn't work. Jaskier can't just force or guilt-trip Geralt into being his friend if he doesn't want to, and he's given Geralt precious little reason to want to.

[lupizora]

Show Me How Life Could Be

This is my extremely late gift for Jenny (@/froochette) for the @knbsecretsanta . I haven't written for this pairing or concept before and wanted to challenge myself with it. Well, the joke's on me that (once) again the fic went out of hand. This feels more platonic than romantic to me, but I'll let you guys be the judge.

Hope you like it anyway! ♥

P.S. Of course, I'd make it about basketball in one way or another, what are you talking about?

Genre: Humour

Pairing: (platonic) MidoMura 

Rating: G

Word Count: 4,191

Summary: Midorima only wanted to do his job properly. Not get into a fight with their most loyal customer and have his life decisions questioned by everyone. Even if maybe, deep down, he was regretting some of them.

Humans show their true colors when faced with someone weaker than themselves.

Midorima Shintarou hadn’t considered himself weak in any regard. On the contrary, he had lived most of his life in moderate privilege: well-off parents, good grades, and boundless athletic ability. This didn’t stop him from always striving with his own two hands for the best humanly possible outcome though. Thus, above all, he fancied himself as a humble person. Acquaintances--friends, depending on who one asked--would often disagree with that statement. But Midorima wanted to believe he had never been as condescending as some of his customers.

The coffee shop he worked part-time was a small cozy place. Located next to the university’s library and lacking any big brand name attached to its identity, it exclusively attracted students who wanted a break from studying or to spend some time between classes. The relaxed pace and the versatile schedule were the biggest reasons Midorima had applied for the position--even if the pay wasn’t anything stellar. As an undergraduate medical student, he didn’t have a lot of free time but he couldn’t impose on his parents forever either. They were already paying for his tuition and half of his rent. It was only fair of him to handle the rest and his day-to-day expenses to the best of his abilities.

For the most part, work was uneventful. Except for the moments when Midorima had to wonder if it was indeed worth the trouble. From demanding customers to people skipping the line and making a fuss over nothing to his personal worst nightmare: customers that seemed to have lost their ability to read written instructions and signs. The redundancy of having to explain simple things annoyed him to no end, as well as the fact they were distracting him from his duties for these trivial issues. Instead of wallowing in despair, Midorima had settled for the next best thing: seething in rage silently. With no other outlet to alleviate this frustration, he’d often picture himself offering retribution to such customers. For example, jumping over the counter to land a solid dropkick to their chest, or throwing the tips jar to their head as they were about to leave. He could make that shot easily from behind the counter and none would be the wiser. The perks of being a former shooting guard known for his ridiculous three-pointers--distance was irrelevant.

Not all customers were irredeemable fools though. Some regulars could be considered at least tolerable, like one Murasakibara Atsushi. The only reason Midorima knew the guy’s name was because of Takao’s snooping. His old teammate/friend kept tabs for all the regulars, more so if they had been involved with high school basketball. Apparently, Murasakibara had been a formidable center in some powerhouse team. It baffled Midorima how such a player had escaped his attention during the championships he had participated in. It shouldn’t have been hard to recognize someone who loomed over the general public like some giant out of an old wive’s tale.

No one seemed to know what Murasakibara was majoring in, but it allowed him to visit the coffee shop every other day. After trying the entire dessert menu in the span of two weeks, he settled on a particular combo. It didn’t matter when he decided to appear, he’d always order the same thing. It saved Midorima a lot of time for which he was somewhat grateful; even if this person’s consumption of sugar worried him as a future medical professional, and cleaning the table after him could become quite a hassle.

Midorima valued rules and order. As painfully hard as it might be to accept, not everyone felt the same way. He was just a glorified waiter in a low-end establishment. He’d do his job, regardless if it was aggravating or not. Keeping his temper in check when faced with personal offenses included, but sometimes there was a limit for even the most patient individuals.

The first term’s midterms had just ended the previous day. Most students seized the opportunity to catch up with their friends over a cup of coffee and some sweets on the side. Suffice to say, the shop was relatively crowded for a regular Wednesday.

Midorima was on cash register duty. Passing all his classes should had left him in a good mood. His horoscope was a bit cloudy that morning though, placing Cancer in 5th place. Nothing too worrisome but he didn’t want to test his luck with handling beverages. So he pushed the responsibility to Takao--who, accustomed to his quirks, only mildly complained--and settled for taking the customer’s orders. Most of the shift went without any incident, but one thing was certain. 

Oha Asa was never wrong about his fate.

Midorima didn’t notice the bell chime of the front door above the ruckus of voices. Neither the footsteps approaching heavily. It wasn’t until the lights overhead were partly obscured that he realized Murasakibara had arrived.

With a glance to ascertain the customer’s identity, Midorima began inputting his order. “Would it be the usual?” he asked.

“Actually,” Murasakibara said. “Muro-chin is going to order this time.”

Midorima’s fingers froze and looked once again, properly this time.

There was another student next to his regular customer. He was slightly shorter than Midorima; dark-haired with several locks of hair falling over his left eye. While he appeared like a polite individual, there was too much-concealed amusement in that eye for Midorima’s liking.

“My name is Himuro Tatsuya,” he said with a wave. “I’m sorry if I’m breaking your routine or something. Atsushi wasn’t really planning on coming today--”

“Because today is no good,” Murasakibara muttered under his breath.

“--I kinda dragged him along because I didn’t know where is this. You see, I’ve heard so many good things about this place, I had to see it for myself.”

Takao was wheezing in the back, the coffee machine’s whirling barely overshadowing his laughter.

Midorima ignored him. “What would you like to order then, sir?”

“Nothing extravagant. Just black coffee,” Himuro said. “I am curious about the desserts you have though. They look delicious, but it's hard to choose. Is there something you’d suggest I try?”

On most days, Midorima would stare blankly at such questions until someone came to rescue him from the embarrassment. Instead, this time, he had the fortune of having a dessert in mind. If only because he waited every week to keep a piece of it for himself.

“Today’s specialty is the red bean cheesecake,” he said. “It may sound peculiar but I assure you--”

“It’s stale,” Murasakibara interrupted him. He was examining the display, bored. “Let’s just leave. I told you there is nothing good today.”

“As I was saying.” Midorima adjusted his glasses, annoyance bubbling in his chest. “It tastes perfectly fine. It’s not too sweet so I’d recommend it if you are looking for something to enjoy along with your coffee.”

“This is worse than those in the convenience store,” he cut him off yet again.

“I assure you, sir, that all our desserts are freshly baked.”

“C’mon, Muro-chin. I can make something a lot better and you know it.”

“Why don’t you make it then?”

"Huh?" Slamming his hand on the counter, Murasakibara leaned over the register to level his gaze with Midorima. “Is that a challenge?”

Two things happened simultaneously: Midorima realized he had said that aloud and someone tried to separate them.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it," Takao said with a nervous chuckle.

His intervention only deepened Murasakibara’s glare.

Midorima remained unfazed in front of this attitude. He wasn’t one to get intimidated, even in the rare occurrence the other person was a head taller than him.

“I said what I said.” Keeping his tone even, he returned the glare with equal force. “Now, if you aren’t planning on ordering anything, I’d advise you to step aside. Other customers are waiting.”

On his side, Takao facepalmed with a groan, and he could certainly swear Himuro stifled a snicker.

They remained locked in their stare-off until Murasakibara pulled back. Turning on his heels, he stormed out without another word.

Himuro apologized for the trouble and followed him, leaving the rest of the customers to glance between them in awkward silence.

“Now what?” Takao asked.

For once, Midorima didn’t have the slightest idea.

Several days passed and Murasakibara was still absent.

Midorima went about his shifts, as usual, trying to ignore both Takao's whining and his internal monologue about the whole affair. Their manager had been furious. But no one was more disappointed than Midorima for losing his temper over something this mundane. Personal feelings aside, he should have kept his professionalism as he had always done. 

Of course, he wasn’t planning on apologizing if they met each other again. While it had been inappropriate to get into a fight with a customer, Murasakibara had started it with his rude unprompted commentary. The shop had other regulars so one's disappearance wouldn’t have any impact on their earnings. It was going to be alright.

“Pretty boy alert at ten o’clock,” one of the girls announced. All three of them had gathered behind the desserts and snacks display, giggling among themselves. 

Midorima seldom participated in such idle gossip. It seemed pointless and distracting. Maybe if his colleagues found something else to pass the time, they wouldn’t need to stay overtime that often.

Unlike him though, Takao seemed to enjoy the social aspect of it. So after taking a peek, he slid into Midorima’s personal space with a conspiratory air about him. “Shin-chan, you might wanna take this,” he whispered, pointing at the spot of interest.

It was one of the tables next to the shop’s glass facade. Himuro Tatsuya was sitting all alone there.

“Why don’t you go?” Midorima asked, shelving the washed cups from the sink.

“Don’t be silly,” Takao said with a laugh. “We, average guys, have our pride you know.”

That was the most absurd thing Midorima had heard in a while. Takao was by no means average-looking, considering the amount of attention he got from both men and women. But he kept this thought to himself.

“Ask someone else.”

“Don’t be like that. If you won’t do it for me, do it for Minami and the others.” He grabbed him by the shoulders. “Fighting over a guy is an ugly thing. They might break apart! Think of their friendship! Their friendship, Shin-chan!”

There was zero proof of something like that happening. Even for a reserved person like Midorima, it was plain as day those girls were joined at the hip. But whenever Takao resorted to dramatics, he could only oblige to make him stop bothering him.

He sighed. “Alright.”

Taking his notepad along, he approached the table in question. Hushed whispers followed him, making wonder with half a mind if this was some kind of ploy. His horoscope hadn’t heeded any important warnings for that day. He had been prepared with the appropriate lucky item regardless.

Himuro noticed him only when he reached him. “Hello again.”

“Hello,” Midorima replied politely, still a bit uncertain from his joyful greeting. “What can I bring you?”

“There must be a misunderstanding?” He pointed at the cup on his table “I’ve already ordered. Your colleague there brought it to me.”

From behind the counter, everyone gave Midorima a thumbs up. It dawned on him then and there. This had been a set up from the start. Forcing him to interact with Murasakibara’s friend in hopes of learning about his whereabouts.

He resisted the urge to snap his pencil in half. Even his good looks wouldn’t save Takao from his wrath when he returned to the register.

“It’s alright. I can order once more,” Himuro said, appeasingly. “I didn’t have the chance to try your famed sweets last time after all.”

Swallowing his anger, Midorima returned to his work mode. “Is there something, in particular, you’d like?”

“Some of your macarons perhaps.”

“Excellent choice. We’ve got a new batch just today. These are made from this university’s Culinary Arts Department.”

“I know. One of Atsushi’s upperclassmen is responsible for them.”

Midorima looked at him as if he had grown another head. “Pastry chef is his major?”

“I’m surprised you hadn’t figured it out already, given how often he visits this place.” Himuro’s visible eye twinkled with hidden amusement. “He eats too many sweets and snacks for his wallet to handle. This hasn’t changed since our high school days, to be honest. The only difference is that now he started making his own, so we don’t have something to bribe him with anymore,” he said with a sigh. “It’s an uphill battle to bring him to practice lately.”

“Both of you are still playing, I presume?”

“Yes, with the varsity team.” Resting his chin against his knuckles, Himuro assessed him. ”I see you’re very informed, Mr. Midorima Shintarou of Impossible Threes.”

“I’m simply acquainted with an extremely nosy person,” Midorima said. It didn’t take long for Takao to learn about the rest of Murasakibara’s teammates after meeting Himuro. “Where you aware of me from the beginning?”

“I had my suspicions since you’re quite the urban legend around here. FYI, your taped fingers gave you away,” he said with a wry smile. “As someone playing in the same position, I was surprised to learn that such a high-profile player as yourself wasn’t playing anymore.”

“Such is life. Different priorities call for different measures.”

“That is true, I suppose. Do you miss it?”

The sun reflecting on his glasses erased the current view from Midorima’s eyes. He was on the court. Everything was silent; no shoes squelching against the wooden boards; no desperate cries for victory. He was holding the rough leather ball, preparing to shoot. The motion effortless and practiced to the finest tuning possible. He always exhaled when the ball left his hands as if spelling a prayer. It went in with barely a sway of the net. It always did.

“My time is limited for the effort the sport requires,” he said.

“That’s too bad.” Himuro returned to his coffee. “I wonder if Atsushi would be more motivated if he had someone of your caliber to compete against.”

"It must be nice being so simple-minded."

"Simple-minded, huh?" He looked wistfully outside. "That's not a word I'd use to describe him."

Midorima stopped scribbling in his notepad. "Meaning?"

"Sure, to an outsider, Atsushi might appear as such. He seems to go with the flow of his surroundings because that's the easiest thing to do. It might be partly true. It's rare to see him get truly passionate about something that doesn't involve his specific interests." He stirred his coffee. "But you managed to light that fire in him, even if for a single moment. That must amount to something, don’t you think?"

This is preposterous, Midorima thought.

Not everyone had the freedom to just do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Usually, another obligation or circumstance would force someone to go against their wishes and that's how their society worked. One couldn't bend the rules as they pleased. No one had such total control over their life. Midorima definitely didn't and it made him no different than the next person. That's another fact he had accepted without a second thought. There was no way a boring person like him could influence someone's life to any degree, more so a person he had barely held an entire conversation with.

Shaking his head, he focused on the task at hand. "Will that be all?"

"Yes." Himuro smiled. “That’d be all.

The Friday afternoon shift was the quietest of the week. Students preferred to visit the nearest bar or karaoke box rather than the café. It was only natural. No one wanted to follow the same routine, more so during the start of summer vacation. Midorima simply enjoyed the opportunity to avoid interacting with any customers for once.

A storm had been brewing over the horizon for most of that day. So, after a while, Midorima told Minami to return home; criminally unprepared that girl, she never carried an umbrella. Her assistance wouldn’t have been necessary anyway. The shop was empty, allowing him to do some deep cleaning of the place with everyone gone. Halfway through polishing the tables, the rain started to fall outside; a gentle pitter-pattering on the glass ceiling at first, before the heavens opened up and unleashed their fury to the ground. This downpour accompanied Midorima for the rest of his tasks--a white noise lulling him into some peaceful trance. Nothing else mattered; not his gossip-loving coworkers nagging him; not that Murasakibara hadn’t appeared for over a week.

He had finished mopping near the entrance when the double doors rattled. The sun wasn’t bound to set for a couple more hours. Yet, the scenery outside was as dark as if night had fallen. Midorima couldn’t figure out who was out there, knocking at the door with such urgency. Leaving the cleaning supplies aside, he unlocked the door. 

Humidity hanged in the air, pressing against his face like a wet blanket. “Is there something I can help--”

Midorima noticed the jacket, draped over a light-colored package the person was holding in their hands. Allowing his gaze to travel upwards, he took in their bulky torso which was clad in a drenched t-shirt. Locks of hair were glued on their cheeks and forehead like jungle vines.

Despite all that, Murasakibara appeared only mildly annoyed and maybe a bit out of breath. “Took you long enough,” he drawled.

“What are you doing?” Midorima asked.

“I came as soon as it was ready.”

Annoyance spread hot in his chest. “In case you haven’t noticed, it’s raining right now!”

“That’s why I covered it with my jacket.” He had the nerve to sigh. “For someone wearing glasses, you sure are blind.”

“Excuse me?” Still processing what just happened, Midorima had lost his usual eloquence. “You...it’s been days...and the first thing that comes out of your mouth--”

“Do we have to talk about it here? It’s gonna melt if it stays outside any longer.”

You should have thought of it earlier! He cried in his mind, allowing the other inside in the process.

His sandals squelched against the tiles as Murasakibara beelined for the counter, paying no attention to the watery footprints he was living behind.

Conjuring all his remaining patience, Midorima took the dripping jacket from his hands. “I’ll get you a towel,” he said and disappeared into the backroom.

When he re-emerged, the other had made himself comfortable on a stool. Miffed by his nonchalant attitude, Midorima threw the towel on Murasakibara’s head and took a seat as well. The package was left on the counter between them. Similar to the ones their sweets tended to arrive in, the unassuming beige carton box was definitely from the Culinary Arts department.

Murasakibara peeked from under the towel. “Are you mad?”

“No.”

“You look mad.”

“I simply want to know what your issue is, coming here in such a manner.” He pointed at the box. “What is this thing too.”

“Open it.” Shrugging, he proceeded to dry his hair. “It’s for you, anyway.”

Midorima quirked an eyebrow, more baffled by this development. Since he didn’t receive any further clarification, he warily opened the box. It was a cheesecake; specifically, a red bean cheesecake like the one their dispute had been about. Perhaps it was the sentiment getting to him, but he was oddly touched.

“You made this?” He asked softly.

Murasakibara hummed in agreement.

“I can't possibly eat the whole thing alone.”

"You can share it or sell it. I don't really care as long as you have the first bite."

"We aren't allowed to put unregistered or unordered sweets for sale,” Midorima said absentmindedly. “Since you went through the trouble anyway, I suppose it’s only fair I give it a chance. I can leave the rest for the others to try. Do you want a piece too?" Seeing him hesitating, he stood up and put the machines to work. “I’ll make you something warm to drink. Summer colds are horrible to catch, especially this time of the year.”

“Yeah, sure.” 

It didn’t take long for the hot chocolate to get ready. Meanwhile, Midorima found something else for Murasakibara to change into and leave his shirt to dry. As a future doctor, it’d be criminal to let someone get sick in his presence. He also dealt with the dessert, cutting two slices for them and putting the rest of it aside in the freezer. All the while, Murasakibara followed him with his gaze as he moved about like a busy bee. Midorima would prefer to renounce his lucky item of the day than admit he had missed the comfortable silence between them. In a world where everyone seemed eager to involve him in things, this moment was an oasis of tranquility.

“Alright,” he said placing the cup in front of Murasakibara.

“You won’t drink anything?”

Midorima returned to his seat. “I’m not one for sweets.”

“I thought you might have one of your canned red bean soups along with this.” He blew at his cup with an indifferent expression. But his eyes seemed to search for a reaction. “Why red and not green beans, by the way? Considering your hair.”

“I don’t mix those two.” Cutting his fork into the slice, he brought a decent-sized portion to his lips. “It’s unsightly.”

Whatever he might have wanted to add, drifted from his mind after taking that bite. It was leagues better than anything Midorima had eaten so far. Compared to this, his regular Wednesday slice might as well be from the lowest shelf of the bottom-ranked convenience store’s fridge.

“You liked it,” Murasakibara said.

It wasn’t a question, and for once Midorima didn’t feel like arguing.

“I accept my defeat,” he said with grave seriousness. “Why did you have to go through such lengths, though?”

“To prove you wrong.”

On second thought, pettiness was an acceptable reason. “I work here. There was no need to get personal.”

“Yeah, but you did.” Draping the towel around his neck, he tied his hair into a low ponytail again. “It was the first time Mido-chin reacted so strongly about anything.”

“I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced to make nicknames for me.”

“I read your tag,” he said as if it was obvious.

“You’d be surprised how many people can’t do so. But that’s beside the point,” he said with a wave. “Emotions aren’t needed to do my job. In fact, this whole situation brought me a lot of trouble.”

“But you don’t look so dead inside anymore.”

Taken aback, Midorima was speechless.

“It’s true,” Murasakibara continued. “I know you don’t have to talk a lot and I didn’t mind. It made things easier for me too. I didn’t have to think about what to say back like with the others. But with nothing else to do, I watched you from my table. The only time I ever saw you enjoying yourself were in your breaks, sipping canned red bean soup in the corner, or whenever the others tried to pull you into their shenanigans.”

“I certainly don’t appreciate them making a fool of themselves in front of the customers.”

“You’re lying.” He leaned closer. “And when it’s not those moments, you’re like a beast. Pacing in the cage you made for yourself. Like you’re waiting for something. Why are you still tapping your finger if aren’t playing basket anymore?”

Clenching his fist, Midorima didn’t back down. “Let’s say you are right, and that’s purely hypothetical. What’s in for you?”

“Passionate but talentless players annoy me. But talented players choosing to give up annoys me even more.” Murasakibara sat down, his expression turning solemn. “They remind me of something I’d rather forget.”

This statement echoed personal and all too familiar. Midorima wasn’t someone that poked into other people’s business, not actively at least. Still, he could understand the sentiment. Sometimes, in the dead of night, he’d ponder over his current course in life and get mad at himself; for not pushing through harder; for leaving something he loved aside without much thought. Maybe this was finally the chance he’d been waiting to come.

“Say,” he said; his throat dry and his words timid, “if I challenged you into a match, would you accept?”

“You’re deaf as much as you’re blind.” The jab had not actual heat behind it though. “Yes, without a doubt.”

“With that settled, I hope you won’t hold back. Otherwise, I’ll obliterate you.” His ever-bored eyes widening, just a smudge, got Midorima a bit self-conscious. “Is something the matter?” he added.

“You surprised me,” Murasakibara said, rubbing his neck. “That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile, I think.”

“I simply enjoy a decent challenge.” He took another bite off his slice of the cheesecake. “Don't you?”

The other considered it for a moment. "Only when I know I'll win."

It roused another round of pointless bickering. But, truth be told, Midorima hadn’t felt more alive in while.

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Ummm, cat finding out about them being together?

 It isn’t like Brienne tries to keep Catelyn from finding out about her and Jaime, it’s that Catelyn takes two weeks off immediately after the Unicorn Incident and thus misses the time when Jaime spends his days bothering Brienne in her office until she kisses him (which she knows she’s just rewarding bad behavior but his lips are so soft and his smile is so tempting and she’s only human). Then Jaime gets a Hunter contract he can’t ignore and he kisses Brienne again at least twenty times, each one the last, he swears, until the next one, and finally he leaves and Catelyn comes back.

“Brienne!” she says cheerfully when she comes into the office Monday morning. Brienne is staring at the chair Jaime has been (should be) sprawled in and she jerks her head up, startled.

“How’s Bran?” Brienne asks immediately. She knows the unicorn horn milk was a success, Catelyn had texted her the very next day about it, but she wants to hear it directly to make sure it’s real.

Catelyn tells her how he woke up only an hour after they gave him the tincture and he’d looked around and seen her and said, “Mom?” and she’d cried for another hour at least. She’s glowing as she talks about it, how he’s out of the hospital now and Ned is home with him while she comes in for a few hours.

“How are you?” Catelyn says, sitting down in Jaime’s chair. She sits properly, no legs akimbo, a normal amount of friendly interest in her eyes.

“Fine,” Brienne says.

“Wonderful,” Catelyn says, and she means it, Brienne can tell, but also her son has come back to her and she’s off about Bran again until Brienne apologizes and says she has a call she has to make and Catelyn smiles and leaves her office.

And after that it just doesn’t come up. Jaime’s gone for a week on his contract, and then he calls and says he needs to spend a week in King’s Landing, which makes sense, he does live there, and then the third week arrives. Brienne is late to work that day, which she doesn’t tell Catelyn because they don’t keep tabs on each other like that, but as she’s walking into WFRI, she hears Catelyn scream from the vicinity of her office and even as Brienne is running down the hall she’s already 99% sure she knows what’s happened.

“How DARE you!” Catelyn is saying as Brienne nears, her hands on her hips, staring down whoever is in Brienne’s office. “You are taking advantage of her good nature and I will not stand for it, Jaime Lannister, I absolutely will not!”

Brienne covers her face with her hands briefly and then comes up behind Catelyn and peers inside. As expected, there’s Jaime sitting in his chair, grinning up at her. Unexpectedly, he is entirely naked except for the silver-white pelt of a Little Valyrian lemur. covering the most inappropriate parts of his anatomy. He still looks inappropriate with his absurdly attractive bare chest and his long, muscled legs sticking out, but it could be worse.

“Brienne, let me deal with him. It’s bad enough I forced you to spend all that time with him looking for the unicorn.”

Jaime’s not smiling now, and Brienne exhales loudly. “It’s fine, Catelyn, really. We’re…” she gestures vaguely between the two of them. It’s only been three weeks and they haven’t really talked about what they are at all. “Together?” she finally says, her voice raising so high on the last syllable that Jaime cocks an eyebrow.

“You’re what? I thought you hated him.”

“I thought I did, too,” Brienne says, and she looks at him and his worried face and his eyes that remind her of the meadow the unicorn had taken them to, and she smiles. “I was wrong.”

“I see,” she says, but she doesn’t really, Brienne can tell. “So you’re…together.”

Brienne shrugs at her mentor. “We didn’t really see it coming, but yes.”

“I did,” Jaime says, speaking for the first time. “You were the slow one.”

That seems pointed but mostly fair so she lets it slide. “Regardless of who knew what,” she says primly, ignoring Jaime’s swift smirk, “we’re here now.”

“And you’re okay with…” Catelyn waves her hand vaguely in Jaime’s direction, “this?”

“Well,” Brienne says, her whole face going hot, “I mean. Yes.”

“Huh,” Catelyn says. She is obviously not convinced Jaime hasn’t put Brienne under some spell. Brienne suspects he may have, but she doesn’t want to be saved from it if so. “Then I take back what I said. Though it’s extremely inappropriate to be naked in a research institute.”

“But fun,” Jaime says and Brienne stares briefly up at the ceiling and begs the gods to make him be quiet just this one time. They do not listen. “You should have Ned try it sometime if he’s not too ashamed of the family jewels.”

Catelyn glares at Jaime like she will actually murder him there in Brienne’s office and Brienne pushes past her to stand between the two of them. “I’ll make sure he gets dressed right away,” she assures her mentor. “And that he won’t ever do this again,” she adds over her shoulder.

“Aw,” he pouts quietly.

“See that he does not,” she says. And then, because it’s Catelyn, she leans past Brienne and says, “Ned most assuredly has bigger “family jewels” than you do, Jaime Lannister, and you better hope he doesn’t come on campus to show you up.” Then she turns on her heel and strides away and Brienne definitely, definitely, does not want to think about Ned Stark’s anything so she turns to look at Jaime instead.

He looks like he’s been slapped in the face with the funniest thing he’s ever heard and he doesn’t know how to respond to it.

“You’re trouble,” she tells him, and that seems to shake him loose. “And you need to get dressed.”

“In ancient times men only wore lemur pelts,” he says.

“You’re making that up.”

“Probably. Aren’t you going to come see what’s under the lemur, wench? It missed you.” 

“Please stop,” she begs him and he leans forward grinning wickedly.

“That’s not what-”

“I said last time, yes, very clever.” She looks around for his clothes, finds them tucked neatly under his chair. He’s just staring at her, and the lemur pelt is twitching a little. “Stop that,” she says, but he stands and the pelt falls to the floor and he murmurs, “I think you should close the door,” and she’s only human and probably bewitched and if Catelyn comes back, well, it’s not like she shouldn’t have expected it.

[Ask me more!]

[metatiki]

Chapters: 2/7 Warnings: Non-Consensual Relationships: Dorian Pavus/Cullen Rutherford Characters: Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus, Cullen Rutherford Summary:

Angsty Cullrian story about what happens if everything goes wrong after it’s fixed?

Note: This work is experimental storytelling for me. I initially wrote if for the Cullrian Discord I participate in (The Herald’s Rest, check it out!) but decided to go ahead and publish it. Expect to see a new chapter every few days.

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Phase 2: Envy

It started with a fall.

The man--talk, dark, mysterious, and, above all, handsome--literally fell into Cullen's arms at the gates of Haven. It was the first time he smelled that oh-so-seductive scent which seemed to hover around the man from Tevinter, though whether it was from the oil in his hair or something which lingered on the man's skin, Cullen did not know.

He only knew he wanted to smell it again, several times over.

But there was no time, either to learn more of this mage called Dorian, or for Haven. Instead, hasty words, tense words, were exchanged, as Cullen led a retreat no commander ever wished to lead. Thankfully most survived, including the Herald, and Solas told them of the next home for the Inquisition, a fortress by the name of Skyhold.

On the way there, and the first few weeks as they settled in, Cullen determinedly found time to get to know the Inquisition's newest member. The man proved to be charming, witty, and, thankfully, just as interested in getting to know Cullen. When he saw the now Inquisitor talking with Dorian as well, he grew hopeful that the acceptance of the Inquisitor meant the acceptance of the Inquisition.

Emboldened, he extended the offer of a game of chess to the mage, and found the man to be the best sort of opponent: one who could enliven a game made dull by strategy and tactics, yet still provide somewhat of a challenge with a stream of lively banter and sharp wit. The gleam in his eyes and the way Dorian absently traced the line of his bared bicep with idle fingers while thinking of his next move certainly kept Cullen's attention focused on his opponent, at any rate.

And then the Inquisitor arrived.

Cullen thought nothing of it when she talked and laughed with them for a few moments before Cullen defeated Dorian soundly. Indeed, Cullen merely laughed along as the Inquisitor teased Dorian, a teasing Dorian took with grace as he bowed out of the game, though the twinkling glance in his gaze as he looked at Cullen promised a more thorough later. Smiling, Cullen set the board for another round, wondering if the Inquisitor would prove to be an interesting opponent as well.

Instead, it quickly became clear in the conversation that she had designs on someone, and that someone was not Cullen.

He frowned, wondering if she had misunderstood something about the situation. Yet, no matter how he twisted everything he'd seen or heard, he could not see Dorian favoring the Inquisitor in that manner. A friend, perhaps, but not as more. Certainly not in the way the Inquisitor seemed to hope for. He almost corrected her misunderstanding, but then shook his head. Better to let Dorian handle it. He was far more charming than Cullen, anyway.

Matters between Cullen and Dorian continued to warm, especially when the Inquisitor was not resident in Skyhold. The chess games grew more frequent, then moved to his office, then ceased to be about chess entirely. They tried to be discreet, but of course it was inevitable that sooner or later some noticed. A leer from Bull here and a knowing smile from Leliana there made that clear. It didn't matter, though--only the heat between their bodies as they each sought to win the game between the sheets mattered.

And then...then came the disaster at Redcliffe.

Cullen did not learn what happened there until much later. All he knew--all anyone in Skyhold knew--was that the Inquisitor and Dorian went to Redcliffe on their own without any reason known as to why, even by Leliana. Yet when they returned, the Inquisitor's attitude towards Dorian had cooled significantly, and had in fact shifted to something almost hostile.

Later, he learned what happened at Redcliffe and who they'd met, and the name of the man who Cullen would merrily punch in the face on sight. At the time, though, he remained ignorant of the matter, and only saw that the Inquisitor's attitude had changed towards himself as well, becoming the polar opposite of the chill she now gave to Dorian.

From that day forth, not a day went by that she did not come to visit him in Skyhold, unless she was out on the field. Whether he was in his office, or training his troops. And when she was there, Dorian refused to be there. Even worse, the interest she'd shown in Dorian seemed to have transferred in whole to Cullen, and no matter how disinterested he acted, she would press her interest home to him with increasing regularity.

When she wasn't in Skyhold, he received frequent personal messages from her relayed by wing, warm letters which sometimes made his ears heat. There were even several suggestions he would have wanted to try with Dorian, but he always seemed to be gone with her as well, despite her animosity towards him.

It wasn't until he tried to be a bit more direct in letting her know that it was inappropriate at best and wrong at worst for the Commander and the Inquisitor to have an intimate relationship that she revealed her checkmate to him.

You will be mine, or I will give Dorian to his father wrapped in a ribbon.

When he'd scoffed, she told him the events of Redcliffe, recounting the entire exchange between Dorian and his father with a certain relish. His stomach sank as he heard the admiring way she detailed Halward and his willingness to do what must be done to accomplish his goals. More, fear gripped him as she described how she had lingered for an extended conversation with Halward after Dorian had stormed out of the inn, dangling the small crystal from her hand which she could use to summon Magister Pavus to Skyhold to retrieve his son. After all, the Inquisitor could have anyone thrown into the cells, especially a Vint pariah accused of treason against the Inquisition.

And when he looked into her eyes, he knew she meant what she said. If it was something he'd learned since Haven, it was that the Inquisitor never bluffed.

Feeling the jaws of the trap close around his throat, he agreed to her demands--because the alternative was unthinkable.

From then on, as far as Skyhold was concerned, he was the Inquisitor's man. She used Dorian's father, and later the threat of Tranquility, as a bludgeon whenever Cullen balked at taking the next step. Bereft of the man he loved and forced to a pretension which slowly ate him away on the inside, he succumbed at last to the lure of blue solace. For a while, it helped to make the world more distant, his pain less real, but he knew eventually the depression would hit, making him take even more to combat it.

And, with every preparation of every precious blue vial, a small part of him looked forward to forgetting this part of his life.

There was a moment, one single moment, when he tried to escape the nightmare. A moment when he'd gathered his strength and courage sufficiently to pin the Inquisitor to the table beneath him, face screwed into a baleful expression as he prepared to tell her that he'd had enough--and then the door flew open. He turned to glare at the intruder, hoping they would simply leave when they saw his expression, and saw Dorian standing in the door with a broad smile on his face. Before Cullen could change his expression, however, the Inquisitor shouted at Dorian to leave.

The brilliant smile turned to defeat in that one instant, and Dorian did as he was ordered.

As the door closed with a certain booming finality, a hand gripped Cullen with painful intimacy as the Inquisitor whispered You are mine. Never forget.

After that, Cullen finally gave in to the inevitable.

Following the incident in his office, Cullen found it easier not to interact with Dorian, either to smile or to frown. Ignoring him was the only way Cullen could make it through each day, that and focusing on his work. The Inquisitor made sure to dominate whatever time he had outside of work, so Cullen earned a reputation of fearsome dedication: to the Inquisition, and to the Inquisitor.

That hardness, that ruthlessness, spread out from the Inquisitor to the others as well, like ink in water. Leliana became nothing but whipcord and bone, her purpose entirely centered on bringing down the Venatori and Corypheus. Cassandra chose to ignore Cullen's resumption of the use of lyrium, accepting it as a necessary evil to bring down a worse one in a compromise which raised a permanent sense of unease within Cullen in her presence. Even Josephine's smile faded; instead, she acquired a constant line between her brows and a permanent squint as she stayed in her office for longer and longer hours.

But at least Corypheus had not won.

When rumors began to circulate about Dorian and Bull, it hurt. Oh it hurt, especially when the Inquisitor gleefully relayed just how much Dorian enjoyed sharing Bull's tent while on the field, and how much Bull needed Dorian after the Chargers' loss in battle. It didn't make Cullen want Dorian less, however, and made the burden of his guilt increase. After all, he was the one who had snubbed Dorian, wasn't he? Regardless of why he had done so, Cullen was the one who had set in place the distance between them.

At the same time, he felt guilty for not being happier that Dorian had found someone to be with, and that Bull had someone to turn to after his own loss. Maybe that was why Dorian went to the tavern so frequently now--for Bull, and not to drink away the pain of rejection and being alone. Yet even that did not assuage Cullen's guilt or dampen his desire. It simply drove them deeper, until he could almost convince himself they didn't exist at all.

Over time, Cullen came to see the parallels his present life had with what had come before. As in the Circle, his freedom and sanity slowly eroded as the lies surrounding him curled more and more tightly around him. As in Kirkwall, he pledged his loyalty to the tyrant who promised the end of that darkness coming for them all.

But this time, he knew he could not escape. The darkness was real, the evil that of one of the first darkspawn seeking to attain the power of a god. What was his own happiness against the need to stop such a monster? Besides, one day Corypheus would fall, and Cullen could lay down his burdens. Or he would perish in the attempt, leaving the fight to those who came after him.

Either way, he would be free.

And then the moment came, the glorious moment when they actually defeated Corypheus. Then, he couldn't help but smile. Who would not? The greater evil had been defeated, after all. There was no longer a need for the Inquisition, and therefore a Commander for it.

He would be free, and Dorian would be safe.

One more night, he endured her, one more night when he acted the part of doting partner for all to see. After so much time wearing that mask so tightly to his face, it passed quickly. The next morning, buoyed by anticipation, he rushed up to the library, eager to tell Dorian everything, that they were free to leave the Inquisitor behind now.

And found the Inquisitor waiting for him.

His steps faltered as she rose from the chair where Dorian normally sat reading his books. Her head tilted as she looked him up and down, and a wave of dread washed over him.

Where's Dorian?

Gone, never to return.

His face hardened, and he started to turn away. Then I must be going as well.

Her hand reached out to grab his. No. You cannot leave us. When he tried to pull away once more, she yanked him closer, then calmly laid his hand on the soft swell of her abdomen. No, she repeated. You cannot leave us.

His hope fled as the finality of his fate swept over him: he was hers, now and forever.

After all, it was no more than he deserved.

[thebibliosphere]

Dude, they’re literally reporting it for the tons of child porn written on site that they actively allow there.

Allow me to start of by saying, I in no way support, anyone or anything that promotes or endorses that kind of content. It makes me physically ill even knowing it exists.

There are however entire screeds in the Ao3 terms and services talking about what is and is not allowed on Ao3, and child porn is pretty high up the list of what Ao3 does not deem as okay.

I don’t doubt that there have been genuine incidences of inappropriate content, because this is the Internet and people are awful sometimes, but I also know that Ao3 does deal with people when they breach their terms of services, and they are swift about it. What they do not do is throw the baby out with the bathwater which is what this is, and I’m extremely wary of anyone who is in favor of mass censorship like a lot of “antis” are clamoring for.

I was your age during the fandom purges that went on in LiveJournal and Fanficnet, and this exactly is how we lost our fandom spaces before. It’s how we lost thousands and thousands of stories and writers and safe spaces that were in no way promoting that kind of content, but a select few people decided we were writing about “immoral things”, and do you know what those “immoral things” were? Being gay. Being anything other than what they deemed “normal”. Anything at all to do with sex was also removed regardless of context, anything tagged as “rape” was removed too, including forums set up to support survivors of assault. We were deleted without discrimination, or without proof of the validity of their claims.

And they used the same argument that they’re using now. They called it child porn and demanded that sites cater to children, even if those sites were never intended for a child audience.

They forced any and all LGBT+ content regardless of actual explicit material, onto NSFW sites intended for adults and kink, because that’s all we were to them. They made it less safe to talk to people and to spread awareness about certain issues, and to group together with people like ourselves.

So you’ll have to pardon me for being tired that this kind of thing is happening again because by and large for the most part, this is a puritanical witch hunt spun to sound like moral concern when really it’s another attempt at censorship because people don’t like something so they do the easy thing and cry “pedophile!” because they know it’s a real easy way to discredit someone and ruin their life. They know it, and they do it anyway, regardless of the harm it causes, or how it invalidates those of us who are actual victims of predatory adults. And yes, I speak from personal experience. And no I’d rather not to have to talk about it in public again.

I’ve been a minor in fandom. I know not everyone is as careful as me about tagging my work and making sure no one under the age of 18 can accidentally stumble onto my adult works.I also know not all adults are good adults and you deserve to be protected from them. But I also know people making false claims to the FBI is not going to end well. For anyone.

And if it turns out Ao3 is actually investigated and found to be harboring such content, you can tell me I was wrong and I’ll gladly watch it burn. But I’ve seen this shitshow before, I know the tactics used, and I know it just opens up a whole other can of problems that we’re already seeing the effects of online and off and they are not easy to fight.

If any of this makes you uncomfortable with following me, you don’t have to reply, you can just block me and leave, as you should any other adult who makes you feel uncomfortable. You are in charge of your own online safety, and curating what you see on your dash. Take care of yourself and stay safe.

[blackberrywidow]

Coffee Stains and Heart Pains

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Word Count: 3,014

Warnings: Language, lighthearted Justin Bieber bashing, mostly fluff.

Summary: Soulmate AU. For years you’ve wondered what kind of man would curse you to have the word “fuck” branded on your wrist as your soulmate mark. Well, you’re about to find out.

(A/N): I’ve never written a Clint story, so hopefully this isn’t complete shit. I’ve also never done a soulmate au before, but I've always wanted to write one, so I had a good time writing this. Also note that I was imagining Clint more like he is in the comics, but if you prefer MCU Clint it’ll read the same, so do whatever you want.

You sipped on your coffee, book open in front of you on the table despite the fact that you were too distracted to read it at the moment. Instead, your attention was focused on the couple across the street from you—well you supposed they probably weren’t a couple yet as they had just met each other, but you knew it would happen.

They were soulmates, so of course they would.

You had been looking at a dress in the store window across the street when it had happened. The blonde woman seemed to be in a hurry and wasn’t paying attention to where she was going as she dug in her purse for God knows what, which was when she had bumped into the brunette roller-skater. A normal incident at first, until the blonde woman had spun around to yell something at the other woman. What she said was lost to you due to the normally loud New York background noise, but you could tell by the way that the roller skater had jerked to an abrupt stop to look at her wrist that it had been her soulmate’s first words to her.

They were embracing on the street now, though they had been at odds with each other only seconds before they first spoke. They would definitely make for an “opposites attract” kind of couple, but a cute one.

That’s so nice, you thought, a bittersweet smile on your face as you watched them unabashedly.

You had always had a sort of fascination with soulmates, even before you had gotten your soulmate mark once you had hit puberty. In all reality, if you hadn’t been interested in soulmate bonds before you had gotten your mark, you probably would have shunned the whole thing.

What twelve-year-old wanted an explicative etched onto the skin of their wrist?

Your parents were horrified. But what could you do? The mark appeared once you began the road to adulthood, a rite of passage that came with all the other changes your body made while undergoing puberty. And it was unchangeable. Whatever sentence written on your skin would be the first sentence spoken to you by your soulmate. It was fate or destiny or whatever the hell you wanted to call it.

You had romanticized it as a kid. Had traced the letters of the “You are the most beautiful women I’ve ever met” that were branded on your mother’s wrist. You couldn’t imagine your dorky, sheepish father being so smooth, but the proof was there. It was so romantic.

Or at least, you had believed so as an eight-year-old, and you couldn’t wait to get your own soulmate mark. That was, until “What the fuck is a Justin Bieber?” appeared on your right wrist.

It was like a joke. Some terrible joke. How could your Prince Charming’s first words to you be that?

Well, while twelve-year-old you was shocked and horrified by how unromantic it was, you started to make peace with it when your own vocabulary took a turn for the more… explicit. Not to mention when Justin Bieber actually became a thing (person?).

You still took great pains to hide it though—people liked to fawn over soulmate marks, but yours wasn’t one you exactly wanted to display to the world. No matter the humor that you were able to find in it today.

You had a different problem with your soulmate mark now anyway; namely, the fact that you had yet to meet said soulmate.

You weren’t old by any means, and you had heard about soulmates not meeting each other until they were old and gray. But everyone your age that you knew had already met theirs, and public meetings like the one you had just witnessed weren’t exactly rare. It was difficult, seeing everyone happy and in love while you were just… alone.

You still loved it though. No matter how disheartening and frustrating it was to go so long without meeting “the one,” you still loved the idea of a soulmate. For you and for everyone else. You may have become less interested in princesses and romantic speeches, but you still loved love. Craved it. And you were happy whenever someone found theirs, even if that someone wasn’t you.

So you were sitting, drinking your coffee and making heart eyes at the new couple across the street when you were suddenly no longer sitting or drinking coffee at all. Meaning, something had slammed into your chair, throwing you out of it and onto the pavement, knocking the coffee cup out of your hand, splattering its contents all over your shirt.

You blinked down at the large brown stain now adorning your white blouse, taking a moment to process what happened. You glanced up to see a man with dirty blonde hair gelled up so much that it didn’t appear to be moving, despite the fact that he was running. He hadn’t even bothered to pause long enough to say sorry.

“Hey!” you screamed after him, upset by your now ruined shirt and the stranger’s poor manners. “Watch where you’re going, Justin Bieber!”

You weren’t sure why you had chosen that particular uncreative insult. Sure, with his hair styled like that he looked a bit like him, but you would hardly consider it a good enough insult to match the circumstances.

Regardless, it seemed to do the trick as the stranger stopped dead in his tracks, whipping around to face you with narrowed eyes. “What the fuck is a Justin Bieber?”  

You froze seconds before the light tingling on your wrist began. You didn’t respond, instead pushing up your sleeve with shaking hands to reveal the mark that you normally took great pains to hide. To confirm what you already knew.

The black ink faded, leaving behind a light tracing of the words that you had carried with you for almost two decades. You released a heavy breath, feeling reality hit you like a weight in your chest.

It was him.

You found enough courage to force your head up to face him, hoping he was still there.

He was. His gaze was focused entirely on his right wrist, just like yours had been only a moment ago. He had obviously come to the same conclusion as you.

You started to get up, gripping the table to help get your trembling legs back under you. The movement drew his attention, and you saw his gaze snap away from his wrist and back to you. In the next instant, he was by your side, a hand on your arm and the other braced against the table next to your own. “Here.”

You nodded, accepting the help with a breathy chuckle. Here.

He was, in more ways than one.

It’s really him. Here.

After a second, you were steady on your feet once more, but still braced against the table and now facing your soulmate.

Your fucking soulmate. That was so weird to say.

You cleared your throat, trying to stifle your inappropriately-timed amusement. Now wasn’t the time to come off as unhinged. “Hi,” you said, immediately cursing yourself. Not off to a strong start. “My name’s (Y/N).”

The man continued to stare at you for a beat longer, his blue eyes intense on your face, making it difficult for you to breathe. Despite the Bieber haircut, he really was attractive. “Clint,” he finally said, immediately followed by, “Seriously. What’s a Justin Bieber?”

You laughed, throwing your head back with the force of it. Of all the things…

“He’s a pop singer,” you explained with a smirk. “Known for his shitty personality and obsessive fanbase. Your hair looks similar.”

Clint frowned at you, though you noticed that the right side of his mouth was twitching up ever so slightly. “That seems like a pretty serious insult,” he said, running a hand (the one that wasn’t currently centimeters away from your own, tempting you to grab it just to see what would happen every second it stayed there) through his hair.

You nodded in total seriousness. “Oh, it is,” you assured him. “It’s one I save for assholes who knock me out of a chair, ruin my shirt, and deprive me of my caffeine, all without a passing glance or apology.”

He blinked at you for a second, as though he needed to process the fact that he was really responsible for all of that, before his gaze moved from your eyes to your chest. You knew that he was just looking at the coffee stain that he had inadvertently caused, but you still felt blood rush to your cheeks. “Huh. So I did.”

You raised a disbelieving eyebrow. That was it?

“So you did.  You also,” you continued, shoving your exposed wrist in his face, causing him to reel black, “caused me to have this tattooed on my skin for over half of my life!”

“That’s not my fault!” he protested, though he reached up to grab your wrist to bring the words into focus, as though to confirm that what you were saying was true. “You’re the one who called me Justin Bieber!”

“You’re the one who styled your hair like that!”

He pouted. Honest to God, pouted at you, and dropped your wrist to run a hand through his swoopy, gelled hair again. “It’s not usually like this. Nat made me—oh shit. I have to go!”

And he was moving again, whirling around to run in the other direction. Your mouth dropped open, your eyes wide as you stared at him. Was he really just leaving you there? Without getting your number or anything?

You were only able to stare in stunned disbelief for a second before he was turning back around, giving you an impatient look. “Well, are you coming or not?”

When you didn’t immediately respond, he huffed and strode back to you. “Come on,” he said, grabbing your wrist to pull you along beside him. “I’m already late, and Nat’s gonna kill me.”

You shook your head but worked to keep up with his brutal pace. “And you just assume that I’m coming with you?”

Clint laughed, glancing down at you with amusement in his eyes. “Well… we’re kind of soulmates,” he explained, holding his wrist up for emphasis. “And as much as I’d just love to fight with you in front of a café for hours, I have a wedding to get to. So, we’ll have to relocate the shouting match, if you don’t mind.”

“I wasn’t shouting,” you corrected primly, though your eyes roved up and down his lean form. You had somehow missed the fact that he was wearing a black suit, complete with a black tie and dress shoes. Your mouth almost watered at the sight—you had always been a sucker for a man in a suit—but then his words registered in your brain. “Wait!” you protested, digging your heels into the pavement to jerk him to a halt. “I can’t go to a wedding right now!”

“Why?” Clint asked, looking back at you. “It’s a Saturday evening and you were just drinking coffee and reading. I don’t think it’s too presumptuous of me to say that I don’t think you have any other plans for tonight.”

You glared up at him, crossing your arms over your chest after extricating your wrist from his grip. “I can’t go to a wedding because I’m not dressed for it. Besides, you still haven’t apologized to me for your assault on both myself and my blouse, so I’m not too sure I want to go anywhere with you right now.”

Clint sighed, clearly attempting to find some patience. “Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry for knocking you out of your chair. Are you okay?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, unsure if he was mocking you or not. You answered anyway. “I’m fine. Thank you.”

He nodded, the move quick and stiff. “Good. I promise that I’ll buy you a new shirt and get you more coffee. I’ll even you get you another mystery novel to make up for my lacking apology, whatever you want babe.” You raised an eyebrow and smiled, surprised that that he noticed what you were reading and that it was coffee you were currently wearing. And though you normally hated being called babe, you found that you didn’t mind it when it came from him. “Just please, come to this wedding with me.”

And then he gave you the saddest puppy dog eyes, complete with a protruding bottom lip that you immediately thought about biting.

Oh dear God. What had you gotten into?

You bit your own lip, contemplating him with narrowed eyes, even though you knew what you were going to do as soon as he asked. “I really don’t have anything to wear.”

Clint smirked at you. “I can help you there.

“Oh my god,” you said, looking around the closet you were currently standing in. Though that was really the least of your concerns at the moment. “Oh my god.”

“You didn’t tell her before you got here?” Natasha, Clint’s friend and fellow Avenger as it would seem, asked.

Clint shrugged. “There wasn’t a good time.”

“Wasn’t a good time?!” you gasped, whirling around to face him again. “A ‘good time’ would have been the second you met me. ‘Oh, hey. My name’s Clint Barton. Yes—that Clint Barton. The one that’s a fucking superhero that spends his days shooting people with a prehistoric weapon ‘cause it looks cooler. Oh, and the wedding I’m begging you to go to? Tony frickin’ Stark’s! Hope that’s not a problem, ‘cause now you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life!”

Clint’s eyes had gone wide during your rant, but Natasha was actually smiling as she said, “Oh, this is perfect. I love her already.”

You weren’t sure if that was really a compliment, but you chose to take it as one since it came from the Black Widow. Seriously, could your day get any crazier?

Clint finally seemed to break out of his daze to stare at you with what could only be described as dreamy eyes. “Yeah,” he sighed. “I do too.”

You blinked at him in shock but suppressed the urge to say anything in response. He was definitely joking, but it didn’t really matter. You meant what you said: you were stuck with him for the rest of your life. Not because you had to be. There was no law saying you had to love or marry your soulmate. It’s just what happened. The universe didn’t make mistakes when it came to who you were meant to be with. And if you were being honest, though Clint had been nothing but a nuisance since you met him, you could already tell that he was perfect for you. You had always liked to be kept on your toes, after all.

“So, you really don’t mind if I borrow something?” you asked, returning your attention to Natasha, where it was safer.

“No, take whatever you want,” Natasha said, still smirking at you. “It’s the least I can do since you got stuck with this one,” she joked, jabbing a thumb in Clint’s direction.

“Yeah, yeah.” Clint rolled his eyes. “We have to be there in five minutes though, so you gotta hurry.”

“We don’t have to be there for another forty-five minutes,” Natasha corrected, winking at you as she moved into the closet to help you pick out a dress.

Clint’s mouth dropped open. “What?! You told me four o’clock!”

“Yes,” Natasha hummed, pulling out a sapphire blue dress to hold up against your frame. “Because you’re always late.”

You laughed, looking at the dress, but still peeking at Clint’s betrayed expression out of the corner of your eye. “Good call.”

“Now get out of here,” Natasha ordered, not sparing Clint another glance. “I’ll help her get ready. You go find something productive to do. In this building.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Clint sighed with a world-weary salute.

You giggled, shaking your head. He sure was something.

“Come on, Nat. Are you guys ready ye—Oh.”

You turned around to face your soulmate, heat rising to your face once you saw the way he was staring at you. “Natasha already went up. She said I should wait here for you.”

Clint nodded wordlessly, not taking his eyes off of you.

“Well, what do you think?” you teased, twirling around a little to flare the skirt on your floor-length, plum colored dress.

He only stared at you for a beat longer before striding toward you with purpose, making you freeze in anticipation. His hands came down on your waist, and he tugged you toward him, eyes never leaving yours.

You laughed breathlessly, placing your hands on his shoulders as you smiled up at him. He smiled back and gently ran a knuckle across your cheek. “I think I’m the luckiest bastard alive.”

If possible, your smile became even brighter. “I hope that’s true.” And then you pushed up on your toes and claimed his lips with your own. Because he was your soulmate and an Avenger and funny and perfect and who knew what would happen next? You just knew that you wanted to kiss him, and so you did.

He didn’t seem to mind, if his enthusiastic response was anything to go by. After a few moments of intense, soul searing kissing, he pulled back with a reluctant chuckle. “Okay, we really do have to go now, or Nat’s gonna kill me.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” you said, trying to regain your breath.

Clint grinned at you, helping you straighten your dress before grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the door. “Come on, (Y/N). I can’t wait to introduce you to everyone else.”

You laughed as he once again started running, trying your best to keep up. “I can’t either.”

Your life was definitely about to get much more interesting, and all it had cost you was a cup of coffee and a blouse. You wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[thor-suggestion]

So this is for @queencfthestarsdrfoster who asked my opinion on a very a/nti-Thor post. Because I don’t engage with a/ntis, I am not replying to the post directly. Instead, here is my opinion on why I feel most aggressively a/nti-Thor topics stem from a complete lack of understanding for his character and his development. And, just as a general disclaimer, I really don’t care if you hate Thor; that’s your right. I just have a lot of issues with a lot of the arguments surrounding it.

I ask that you do not reblog this, because I really don’t want to engage with any a/ntis. 

Some of the things that were listed were, “he has a tendency to point his finger at other people and seeing things only in black and white”, “he himself invaded realms and caused wars”, “he bullies and intimidates Loki”, “he is narcissistic and entitled” and “he isn’t a hero if he needs motivation to do something”

Thor is shown changing and growing through every movie. A huge key in Thor’s personality is that he is constantly changing. This is very evident from his behavior in Thor 1 vs Infinity War. People tend to fault him whenever he does something that isn’t deemed appropriate, forgetting that Thor has had to do almost all his learning by himself. Both Loki and Thor are young, and from what I observed in Thor 1 it’s pretty safe to say they’ve lived a relatively sheltered life. On top of that, besides maybe Frigga (who isn’t mentioned having much hand on Thor) they don’t have very many strong guiding hands; especially when it comes to respect and humility. Most of Thor’s learning and growing as a ‘better’ person occurs after he was able to break away from Asgard and was able to see past his views that were ingrained in to him from childhood. Thor has more unlearning to do then he does learning at this point, which sometimes can be even harder.

Whenever Thor does something or says something that is inappropriate or harmful there is never anyone behind him saying, “hey, maybe you shouldn’t do that”. A lot of times he has to learn by outcome. Thor’s intentions have never been malicious, and often times he is unable to see what he is doing wrong because of the lack of direction. Is it shitty? Yes. But the issue is that it’s a slow unlearning process that he has to deal with almost entirely on his own and through self-awareness after the fact.

Which leads me to the Loki topic. I don’t know how many posts I see saying he is abusive towards Loki, as if Loki is completely free of blame. Thor grows and changes, and like Thor called Loki out during Ragnarok, Loki stays the same. The difference between Thor and Loki is that Thor changes when a negative outcome occurs, whereas Loki tends to continue. Loki actively acts violently and maliciously and sows a lot of anger and chaos and has a tendency to take pleasure in it. People like to get on Thor and say he pushes Loki around and tries to intimidate and bully him, but Loki is seen doing the same. How would you like someone going around and literally stabbing you constantly, even once you’ve expressed your distaste for it? Loki has consistently put Thor in positions that were unpleasant if not incredibly dangerous, without taking any sort of blame for it, and proceeding to do similar things. It’s frustrating to say the absolute least. 

Loki and Thor at times actually have quite a toxic relationship, and it is not one-sided in any shape of form. Yes, Thor has said and done some shitty things, but it’s not exclusive to him by any means and there is some reasoning behind it. They’re both shitty and toxic towards each other, and again, I believe it comes from the lack of proper upbringing. 

And I can’t believe this is even an argument, but because of Infinity War, a new argument is “he isn’t a hero if he needed motivation” (aka losing everything/Loki dying) And frankly, I think you need to ask yourself “is this consistent to the character? Or is this lazy writing?” Thor is shown to help out when needed, regardless of whether or not it benefited him or directly affected him. A good example is the Ultron incident. Just because one movie *coughs* Infinity War.... decided to change his motivation doesn’t automatically change his whole character. I have a hard time buying if Asgard and everyone was safe from harm and in one piece that he wouldn’t go help. No. He still has people he calls friends on Earth and he still finds value in life (which is the whole point of Thor 1). If anything this “motivation” just made him reckless (ei. not going for the head). You can still fight for something and have ‘motivation’ or ‘reason’ and not have it be exclusive to it (aka still fighting because it’s right)

Listen, I am not justifying everything Thor does. Like I said, he still does a lot of things that aren’t acceptable, but as I said before it’s an unlearning and learning process that he has mostly taken on alone. He is a complex being with complex emotions and reasoning just like everyone else and will act on emotion and instinct as well; the same way every other character has. And it’s as if people like to ignore this and criticize him as if he’s suppose to be perfect. Which, he’s not, and that was established from Thor 1 with his bratty behavior and absolutely poor, impulsive decisions, that lead to his banishment which resulted in him being able to branch out and begin seeing things differently.

TL;DR: If you genuinely feel Thor is a bad person and you can’t see the fact that he is ever changing and growing then you have no concept of his character or development and pulling the ‘Loki is pure’ card is not helping anyone. Both are the product of a toxic upbringing that they both have to unlearn and be better from and it comes from personal growth and it’s a challenge they have mostly had to take on alone.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk

[gjr1086]

Sometimes the hero needs saving...

So i don't really post much unless i have me feels going. But i think it's time u guys kno my story..

Since I was a kid my brother n my dad would always fight. I've seen my dad slam my brother through a wall when i was 14 n felt helpless... both of them are big guys with short fuses n thick skulls..

Throughout my teens i was picked on n bullied cause of my eczema (sever constant dry skin. Almost like having a heat rash n sunburn at the sme time). I wasn't popular but i made my own rep n was able to make friends easily. However, being so nice gets u taken advantage of.

I had a lot of messed up n abusive relationships to the point that being treated like a worthless piece of wasted skin. As hard to say all this it's time for me to let go of these heavy weight that I've been carrying around all my life.

When i got pregnant in 2008 my ex husband would cheat on me with random females (some from craigslist). The stress before n during my pregnancy landed me in the OR to have an emergency c-section cause my daughter's heart rate kept dropping (i wanted to have her naturally but my body only dialated 3-5cm. I spent the next 5 days in the hospital trying to learn how to walk n take a piss on my own with out having an accident. When we got home my ex husband tells me that with the complecations during surgery the doctor gave him a choice on who to save in the event that we both start crashing. He tells him to save his wife cause we can always make another baby.

After that he just kept abusing me mentally n emotionally by staying out at outrageous hours saying he has to work (as an electrician who's hours of operation end at 5pm. He leaves at 6am n cames home at 2am the next morning). I had enough n snapped on him tue daybafter my daughter's first Christmas. My mom took the baby out of the room so i could sleep n my ex runs his mouth about my mom invading our room n messing with the baby. (Mind u i am still pretty raw from having my daughter less then a month before). Idk what came over me but when he turned his bck to me in the middle of the conversation i saw red n pulled him back saying "don't turn ur fucking back on me again n look at me when i am talking to u" he seemed like he was gonna swing n i would have let him just to fuel my rage more.. something took over me n i fractured 3 or his ribs, gave him a black eye and a busted lip.. we split for bout 3 weeks but he would "try" to see the baby n ended up saying that he wanted to come home. But that didn't last long. We separated about a month later n he hasn't seen his daughter since she was 4 months old..

After that all my relationship were extremely difficult on both ends cause i seem to be attracting n am attracted to ppl as broken as I was.. thinking I could save them.. when really i needed to he saved. I was told by my over 5 yr ex that fairytales don't exsist n started believing that there will never be a happy ending for me..

In 2014 my mom, dad, daughter n i moved into a house with my brother, his wife n 2 bots who came from the Philippines. Here i was thinking it was to bring the family closer but i soon came to realize it was so that we could take care of his family while he was out at sea. Big mistake cause when he was home all he did was fight n argue with my dad. My dad started getting obsessed with his plants n gardening that he watered our big ass back yard n the front garden area for almost 3 hrs a day n running up the water bill. Then shit knocked us out one by one.

Feb 2015: daughter get pneumonia n had to he admitted to the hospital for 5 days with round the clock meds.

April 2015: my dad had a mild heart attack n heat stroke from being out with his plants n not resting nor taking his meds for diabetes, high blood, hypertension, n more.

May 2015: i slipped n fell at work messing up my right knee n was in a wheelchair for 3 months n crutches in between.

June 2015: i went back to work after my injury n the same day my mom had a massive stroke leaving her paralyzed on her whole right side, damaging the entire left side of her brain n compromising her speech.

I ended up quitting my job n staying home to care for her fulltime (but only got paid for business hours). Regardless of the pay i did it for her to not suffer alone in a damn nursing home like my grandmother. Little by little things changed but not for the good.

July 2015: my dad has a melt down n acted as if he ws going to hirt someone or himself. So i told my sister in le to take the kids upstairs n lock the door while me n my 5+ ur bf took care of the situation. My brother was on the phone with me during this n told me to call the cops. My dad acted like nothing was wrong n the cops said that cant take hime because basically nothing bad happened yet... smh.

I took my sister n the kids to my aunts for the weekend while my mom was still in the hospital to let things cool off in the house n family n friends were telling me that he may need mental help.. as much as i didn't want to betray my dad i had to do what was best n he agreed to do a psych evaluation. The things that cam out of his mouth was soo cold n morbid that it broke my heart knowing that he saw demon faces on his own family's faces...

He was admitted for 72 hrs but was sent back on another incident. (I kno I'm missing a lot in between but I'm just letting my fingers do the talking for me). He was evicted n homless living in his van for 2 yrs until my brother had the bright idea to sell the house n basically made it to ever man for themselves. He did me a "generous" favor of letting me n my 3 friends rent the house as tenants.

March 26th, 2017: my mom passed away the morning after I broke things off with my 5+ yr ex. I guess she was waiting for me to do that to let her kno that I ws ready to let her go.....

April 2015: I met my recent bf (who is now ... idk not apart of my life anymore i suppose) who was basically cheating on me while he was living with me because he got fed up of my trust n insecurity issues n literallysaid "fuck it.."

Before this crap with my dude, my daughter's god father (who is also my ex) got jealous n broke his lease agreement to move to Maryland. N my so called sister (my god daughter's mom) fucked me over as well by taking advantage of my generosity n kindness to get her n my god daughter off the street n in an actual home. I tried to give her another chance to be a good mom but took too much advantage of everyone. Those two got everyone evicted n not only was my dad homeless but me, my daughter n my bf for 4 months (it may not seem long but when u are going through it.. that seems like a lifetime). In that time I learned that my bf was talking inappropriately to other females n that door that was keeping the demons locked up had broken down n won't close. I ended up swinging at him on 3 different occassions n started cutting, ripping at flesh or smoking my life away slowly since.

Friday, Aug 13, 2018 we were blessed with a new home but it doesn't feel like it just yet. Stuff isn't fully unpacked cause finances are low to get a uhaul n lack of man power is making the process longer. Since the crap with my dude happened i guess he got tired of me bitching about his neglect n abuse towards me cause he really feels like he didn't do anything wrong..

It's ok.. i always turn into the bad guy when all i did was put in all my time n effort just to have it thrown back in my face...

So I'm just sitting here feeling worthless.. n wondering what the fuck to do now... i'm just soo lost... i just wana sleep n never wake up again...

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How bullying and molestation in school-age impact Young minds

"I wish I had shared what I was going through", "I wish I was aware of these things that time","What if something worse would have happened". These are some mere thoughts every girl might have once she had grown up and realised about what she had gone through all from her childhood. Many times we don't even realise that things are going out of hand so how do we expect the little young minds to know what is right and wrong for them.

In schools we are taught about good touch and bad touch but when it comes to reality we really tend to neglect that thought as that action is sudden and we are left with nothing but astonishment .

The mind of young blood is so tender that once what is fed inside it remains there for life time. Any of the terrific incidence ever experienced by them may leave a permanent mark and some adverse effect for their entire life.

Let us ponder on this entire thing by discussing on how molestation really affect the young minds -

Yezidi is a muslim community whose women are the most targeted by the ISIS . The girls and women are captured by the men and then they are sold for molestation and at the end they work as sex slaves. The young girls who wish to study and do great things in life are forcefully thrown into that region where life is worse as one can even think.

Rarely girls are rescued from there but the ones who are lucky enough when they are rescued their mental health is so weak that they are afraid of everyone around them . They have gone through so many negative things that they have lost all hopes of becoming happy .

Most of them suffered violent sexual assault leading to post traumatic stress, anxiety and depression."These girls are broken, and that they are scared of men generally , even their father's and brother's",psychiatric Khizilan says.

Mehmoon, 12, " I was captured at the age of 7 and was sold 4 times. I was used by them as a sex slave . I wanted to go back to my family but couldn't. I don't like men , they are animals" she said.

Bullying

People have misinterpreted bullying as only physical bullying but the straightforward bully like verbal bully can also affect people to great extent. Any negative thing said to anyone could also be as harmful or more as doing to someone is. Children tend to remember every little thing said to them and it affects them gradually any negative things said to them can affect them till death.

When people comment on your body type, colour, height it also affects one to a great extent. Young girls are so much affected by it that they start dieting and starts taking various dangerous medicines which are deadly.

How things can be tackled-

At any circumstances things can only be tackled when we are aware of the whole situation . People are unaware of the different types of Bullying which can have harmful effects-

1. Verbal

Typically, verbal bullies will use relentless insults to belittle, demean, and hurt another person. They choose their targets that support the way they appear , act, or behave. It’s also common for verbal bullies to focus on kids with special needs.

Verbal bullying is usually very difficult to spot because attacks nearly always occur when adults aren’t around. As a result, it is often one person’s word against another’s. Additionally, many adults feel that things kids say don’t impact others significantly. As a result, they typically tell the victim of bullying to “ignore it.” But verbal bullying should be taken seriously.

2. Cyber Bullying

Cyberbullying includes posting hurtful images, making online threats, and sending hurtful emails or texts. Because teens and tweens are always plugged in, cyberbullying may be a growing issue among children . This type of bullying is so affected to teemagers that its wholesole result is SUICIDE. Teengares regardless of their gender once are trapped in cyberbullying their life becomes miserable.

3. Sexual Bullying

Girls are often the targets of sexual bullying both by boys and by other girls. Boys might touch them inappropriately, make crude comments about their bodies, or proposition them. Girls might call other girls names like “slut” or “tramp," make insulting comments about their appearance or body, and have interaction in slut-shaming.

Sexting also can lead to sexual bullying. If a woman sends a photograph of herself to a boyfriend, he may share that photo widely if they hack . She becomes the target of sexual bullying because people ridicule her body, call her crude names, and make vulgar comments about her. Some boys may even see this as an open invitation to proposition her or sexually assault her.

Many times even i had experienced these things and had to an extent got affected by them . From overthinking about what those random roadside guys commented on me to what a guy had texted me over the internet. These are some minor bullies which have adverse effects. When I was in school I often used to change my route to school as many times a group of older guys used to comment vulgarly. I never said anything to anyone . But one day i was going with my sister and she asked me that why was i opting for the longer route i made some excuse but then eventually had to go as per instructed by her as we reached to that point the group was still sitting there and started commenting i took a step backward and tightly holded my sister's bag. Then she knew what had happened to me and she and her group of friends scolded the guys so badly that from then they never appeared on that road. My sister made me understand that these things are not normal . You should share or else you would have been tolerating this forever. This incidence is a causal one but still when I walk alone and see a random group of boys I skip a heartbeat. It is the result of what I had gone through in my school days.

- Manya Sah

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RECORD & JUNCTION STATEMENT ON HOW TECHNO CRIMINAL OFFENSE FIGHTERS FORUM FINISHED|Modification of DOCTOR Katherine Horton's False Story Modifying Facts

Record & & Junction Claim|Ramola D|Nov 23, 2019

REPORT

Succeeding to the amazing year and a half of straight-out fallacies and slander circulated against me through former colleague Dr. Katherine Horton in a countless public display screen by means of a number of media featuring Youtube, Twitter, as well as her web site, causing remarkable harm on my label and also credibility and reputation while inciting others to interact continuous in identical smears, mobbing, and also cyber-bullying, it was recently made a decision to issue a joint statement to quash some of PHYSICIAN Horton's the majority of exceptional lies pertaining to how Techno Unlawful Act Fighters Forum finished.

This particular false-narrative-construct conditions that I "single-handedly burst Techno" and also is the main deception this Junction Declaration coming from all participants of the TCFF team pub DOCTOR Katherine Horton meant to resolve.

This Junction Claim has actually happened about because of the well thought-out initiatives of an independent viewer urging our team to review this issue and also jointly release the fact of what occurred, for providing the truth and refuting the aspersion detrimentally affecting my title and also journalism.

Over the past 2 or even more weeks our experts have actually looked for to carry out therefore, opting for the message of this claim jointly after a lot chat, reflection, correction, revises, add-ons.

This claim was approved by all three participants of the team on Nov 20.

Sadly and also unexpectedly, just before finalizing and also publishing, Karen Melton-Stewart looked for to delay publication for four full weeks, saying the time might be viewed as accompanying Dr. Katherine Horton's lawsuit. Considered that this whole entire attempt-- cutting in to opportunity much needed to have for various other work featuring my writing-- has actually been actually undertaken to take care of brand new damage given by PHYSICIAN Katherine Horton, whose continued slanderous attacks on me I have actually sought commonly to overcome, I showed my uninterest in such a factor to consider, explaining that PHYSICIAN Katherine Horton's court scenario timetables-- which no-one had actually been counting on-- were actually irrelevant to the historic concern being attended to due to the Junction Claim. Neither, in my viewpoint, was it needed to offer support as well as consideration to tasks of uncertain value being actually carried out through PHYSICIAN Katherine Horton, that had actually demanded these extremely efforts, weighty and lengthy, to renounce her horrendous activities of slander as well as character assassination against me.

Karen Stewart then specified that she removed her support for the Junction Statement-- after she had already provided her authorization for the Claim as it is actually published below.

I extremely regret that this has actually taken place, but I birth no bitterness toward a sibling fighter combating for the fact regarding these criminal offenses versus humankind to become listened to. I am actually recognized to have operated alongside her, to have actually assisted her vocal as well as job, and to have disclosed at duration on her account.

I am actually releasing the Junction Claim presently, as earlier intended, and also as written, modified, and also permitted through all 3 people in the company of honest truth, to renounce wanton aspersion, and also in the sense of notifying the general public unconfined what definitely transpired.

-- Ramola D

JOINT STATEMENT ON HOW TECHNO UNLAWFUL ACT BOXERS FORUM FINISHED

Adjustment of Dr. Katherine Horton's False Narrative Altering Truths

Considering that there remains to be actually complication among some on this concern, definitively talking, we collectively need to create that Techno performed NOT finish by means of Ramola "singlehandedly billowing Techno," as DOCTOR Katherine Horton has actually wrongfully mischaracterized it several times, consisting of lately, on her internet site, in lots of online videos, and on Twitter; Techno ended due to the fact that of a key issue our company 3-- Millicent, Ramola and Karen-- had striven as time go on and also over that recently, using emails, to resolve along with DOCTOR Horton however alas can not.

The major concern, gave a scalp by her provide to lot TCFF weekly at her stations while others desired to make TCFF month-to-month (due to the disorderly, time-wasting kind some believed TCFF had weakened to, which had actually raised concerns of altering its periodicity), was Dr. Katherine Horton's require physical violence on some of our shows against those forerunners operating horrendous functions versus our company; whether major or even sardonic, it was actually considered through our company all as ill-advised. A slight problem was PHYSICIAN Katherine Horton's peppering her comments along with obscenity certainly not quickly reasonable in American culture, which happened our team as amateur, and also ill-advised.

Other reasons and issues have been recorded through Ramola in her profile-- an account posted only after testimonial and permission through Millicent, Karen, as well as Melanie- -which unwound over a longer period of opportunity than simply that last week when dispute in talk along with PHYSICIAN Katherine Horton on the subject of those main problems over, emphasized through her refusing to approve guilt for her own previous calls to physical violence, delivered Techno to an end.

It also needs to have to become definitively said that all 4 people had actually understood that Techno Unlawful act Fighters Forum had actually currently involved an end, as a re-perusal of the e-mail exchange in between our company establishes, before the affair of the Online video Note presented on August 2, 2018 through Karen, Millicent, as well as Ramola, which was actually simply meant to be actually a notice to visitors through one part of the past team that the forum had actually finalized.

Dr. Horton's constant declarations that she was left out coming from a TCFF incident are factually inappropriate. Additionally her declarations that "Karen was actually stunned" to obtain a phone call that TCFF was actually to be actually revealed as finished, when much more effectively our team know right now after much conversation, that Karen's lack of ability to be actually present for long at a 3-person conference call the evening prior to (Aug 1) implied that she herself, saddening at the impasse with Katherine, however conscious (like all 4 of us) at that aspect that TCFF was actually over, was not expecting a phone call coming from Ramola and Millicent the upcoming time (Aug 2) to openly resolve the problem of TCFF closing; cyber-hacking on the day (Aug 2) also prevented Karen from being existing earlier that early morning to extra completely cover the matter before going on-air for a Video Details to state bye-bye; all of which integrated to her being actually "undoubtedly startled" when ultimately gotten to late that morning, as she has mentioned earlier. Nevertheless, it is vital to note that the selection to go on-air to offer that Keep in mind without DOCTOR Katherine Horton (as well as the distinctive option of unpleasantness on-air) was actually taken through all three together, regardless of whether in haste, to recognize the time-slot, and even when the Details itself, intended initially to be actually a concise as well as neutral news of the unlucky end of TCFF, expanded unexpectedly right into candor from Ramola regarding why TCFF shut, after Katherine suddenly revealed up in Conversation and also created claims there about "being actually left out coming from the broadcast." It is essential to take note Katherine herself did not classify this in Chat a TCFF incident, which it very most surely was actually not, due to the fact that she like all three people knew complete properly by then TCFF was over. Her succeeding labelings of this being actually a TCFF incident from which she was omitted are suspicious and also wrong.

Dr. Katherine Horton was indeed excluded from a notification podcast to desire audiences farewell-- on team opinion-- simply because she possessed actually, prior to that podcast, denied comprehensive efforts, all together as well as separately, from all three ladies to cause along with her and also locate a remedy. This was actually the main reason for the separation of the team, along with much disappointment and also bad emotions generated through her refusal to more go over the key concern the team found problematic. TCFF en masse and a discussion forum zero a lot longer existed then, and as a result, interactions were actually stressed and unfruitful or even simply finally non-existent.

Finally, it is necessary to note that DOCTOR Katherine Horton at the opportunity, on email, knocked all three for certainly not including her about that last Video Keep in mind, plus all 3 ceased operating along with her on the Junction Inspection Crew which she later wrongly directed as a crew she had actually "led" when it had actually been agreed throughout it was a collegiate, not a hierarchized group, which surely performed certainly not acknowledge her as an innovator.

DOCTOR Katherine Horton's repeated mis-characterizations because then and recently, scapegoating Ramola D as the prime source or even instigator of TCFF's demise and also posting such mis-characterized analyses and also complaints versus Ramola D-- which may increase from her very own denial that her telephone calls to brutality were improper or even had even been actually carried out, or as a need to deflect focus from her very own fault in a reckless strategy which inevitably delivered TCFF to a side-- need to be renounced.

Signed:

Karen Melton-Stewart, PHYSICIAN Millicent Afro-american, Ramola D

This content was originally published here.

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EXO Reaction: You have a slight stutter and someone makes fun of it

Hey hey! Just gotta say that I love you blog!! Could I please have a EXO scenario where the reader has a slight stutter (since I have one myself) and how they would like act of someone like made fun of it please?? Thank you xx

Sehun:

Sehun will secretly adore your stutter, in fact whenever he goes on tour that’s one of the first things he’ll miss about you. The two of you had been together for a long enough time that he didn’t even notice your stutter anymore, that is until a rude teenager who recognized Sehun decided to make fun of you for it. Let me tell you, Sehun would be livid. He won’t show any mercy on the person as his sass came out he said how a person’s way of speaking or how their body works isn’t something that can be changed or should ever be made fun of. Sehun would transition into how much he loved and would just be yelling how great you are at the teen. After the whole ordeal he’d turn to you and make sure you’re okay; cradling your head to his chest.

Baekhyun:

Baek fell completely head-over-heels for your stutter, and found it extremely endearing. He’d always compliment how cute you are, and on days when you’re more hard on yourself he’ll always say how any “imperfections” can always be beautiful, and you certainly are beautiful. One day, the two of you were sitting in a coffee shop, when the table across from the two of you heard you talking. It was a group of greasy boys, one of them standing up and making a shrewd comment about your stutter, to which the others laughed and encouraged him to continue. However, Beakhyun didn’t let them finish, as he stood up and made his way over to their table. 

“You need to apologize to her/him.” He'd demand, trying desperately to keep his cool. Once they were scared into submission by his aura, he took you by the hand and lead you two home. The rest of the day was spent with him complimenting you and doing everything he could to make you happy. 

Chanyeol:

Chanyeol just thought you were the cutest lil thing ever. He would grow very protective of you from the beginning, and would always console you when you were feeling sad. If you had an interview or a presentation coming up that you were stressing about he’d be up all night with you making sure you were feeling 100% confident with it. Chanyeol would always be so proud of you, and so amazed by your bravery to take on any task, no matter how hard it might be. It was a crisp day in spring, and the two of you had decided to travel to parts of Korea you’d never been before. Feeling hungry, you stopped a woman in the street and asked where the nearest restaurant was. The woman laughed at you and harshly asked if you could even speak properly. You and Chan were taken aback before he commented on how rude that was and that she should apologize. After the incident he would feel so heartbroken that you had to deal with those kinds of people, and would always be looking out for you. 

Kai:

Within time, Kai got used to your stutter, and it’d just become another thing he’d love about you. He’d always smile at you when you talked, or look at you with such adoration. Kai would also be very protective over you, and if anyone even looked at you the wrong way he’d be shooting lasers through them with his glare (much like Kyungsoo). The two of you were on a date, just walking around the city, when a shady looking character came up to you and asked you where the nearest bathroom was. You had begun to answer, but couldn’t even finish before they had begun to laugh at you. 

“What’s wrong with you?” He’d question the stranger angrily, catching them off guard. Kai decided to give them a taste of their own medicine and walk away with you before they could even open their mouths. Quickly he’d dash into a shop, still holding your hand, and asking repeatedly if you were alright. Kai would be such a sweetheart to you for the rest of the day, the aggression he’d previously held still burning in the back of his mind. 

Yixing:

This bean nearly fell in love with you on the spot the first time he heard you speak. Regardless if you stuttered or not, you spoke so gently and so carefully, making him inwardly fanboy over you. Since then the two of you were inseparable. Yixing treated you like a princess, always complimenting you and sometimes even asking you to tell him stories before bed because he’d always been soothed by your voice. One cold day, he came home to find you crying loudly on the couch. He’d rush over to you, cupping your face in his hands and hurriedly asking what was wrong in a panicked voice. You explained how someone made fun of your stutter while you were at work, and his heart would break. Yixing would rock you back and forth and shush you, saying how you shouldn’t let dirty people like that get you down, because none of those people matter. What matters is how happy you are and how happy you are with yourself. He’d always worry if you hated your stutter or if it made you self-conscious. 

Kyungsoo:

Kyungsoo wouldn’t really pay much mind to your stutter at first, wanting to get to know you for you, but soon enough he was completely charmed by your stutter. He thought you were just the cutest thing, but he’ll never let you know that. He recorded your voice sometimes to listen to when he was away, and he always encouraged you to sing with him even if you were a little nervous to do so. Kyungsoo would be so caring and gentle with you, always giving you feedback on your singing voice and helping you with public speaking, whatever it might be. But when someone makes fun of how you talk; he’s infuriated. The two of you were behind set for an interview talking, when suddenly a staff member made an inappropriate and hurtful comment about your stutter. 

“What’s wrong with you, girl/boy? Cat got your tongue?” 

Before you could stop it Kyungsoo was already storming over to the staff member, saying harshly that they should get out of his sight, quit their job that second, and never say anything to you again. Eventually you had to pull Kyungsoo away and calm him down as he apologized for lashing out and quickly made sure you were okay.

Suho:

Suho adored you. He found your stutter incredibly endearing as well, and it would actually draw him to you. He’d never point out or mention your stutter, but if you ever said anything negative about it, he’d be right there combating those negative thoughts and erasing any doubt you might have had. Like Yixing, Suho would also treat you like a princess, never being able to say no to you because he adored you so much. One day when he was practicing with the boys he’d received a worrying text from you, saying that you had to go home early because you couldn’t take it anymore. Rushing home he burst through the door to your apartment and hurried to your bedroom where he heard you crying. 

“Woah woah, sweetheart. What’s going on?”

After explaining to him the hurtful words a classmate had written on your textbook, Suso’s face would drop. Furious, but extremely saddened and worried at the same time, he’d tell you to take the textbook and burn it, throw it, kick it, get those negative feelings out, and toss it in the trash. He offered to buy you a brand new textbook, and even emailed your professor asking to get the rude classmate switched out of your class.

Xiumin:

I can’t explain how precious he’d think you are. He’d just want to squish your cheeks and tell you how much he adored you, and on most days he did just that. Xiumin never directly spoke of your stutter, because to him it didn’t matter. He'd be your number one source of reinforcement whenever you had to do something out of your comfort zone, or if you had to meet new people. The two of you had decided to try out a new coffee shop around the corner, and when you were ordering what you wanted the person behind the counter laughed and asked you to repeat yourself, way more times than necessary. 

“Is there a problem?” Xiumin question, clearly angry at the immature worker. After they said there was no problem, a smirk still on their face, Xiumin took your hand and walked out of the store, saying that the two of you are never going there again. Once the two of you were home he set up a make-shift coffee shop, with candles, flowers, cute mugs, little pastries, everything. Soon enough you forgot about the incident entirely, enjoying your new favorite coffee shop with Xiumin in your very own kitchen.

the only gif that’s not angsty af

Chen:

Chen already thought you were absolutely beautiful and cute, having a stutter was just the icing on the cake for him. He loved your uniqueness and bravery, and was constantly hypnotized by your strength and the wisdom and stories you could tell. Like other members, he wouldn’t mention your stutter, but from time to time you’d catch him staring at you with a warm smile as you talked. For a week Chen had helped you get prepared for a job interview coming up, asking you impromptu questions and role playing as many different types of interviewers, always making you laugh. Soon the fateful day had come, and it couldn’t have gone more worse. The interviewer only let you talk for a couple minutes before saying that you weren’t fit for that job, and you left their office in tears. Assuming what happened from the look on your face Chen ran to you and wrapped his arms around you, making you feel safe against his chest. Once you were both home you spent the rest of the day in bed. His arms wrapped around you, his fingers running through your hair, as he whispered how perfect you were to him, and how what happened that day was the interviewer’s loss. 

*trying to make you smile*

requests always open!!

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Man Could Face A Year In Jail For Slapping Waitress’ Bum

If you’ve ever acted in customer services, then you know how much flack you can receive on the number of jobs. You’ve got to be the look for the business and be sure that everyone, regardless of their concern, leaves happy. Perhaps no one understands this better than diner servers. Aside from making orders, bringing the banquet, and directing clients, they too have to be dealt with mistaken guilds, last minutes changes, and food that somebody decided they are only didn’t like. Despite all this, a server must be free to make sure every that every customer is satisfied. However, that satisfaction has a limit and for one server in Rome, New York, that limit was reached, involving her to order police on an unwarranted diner. Jayme Adair had been working as a server at Denny’s Restaurant for five years without any serious incidents, but lately she was touched inappropriately by a client when he slapped her on the bum. CCTV footage captured Clarence H. Locke Jr. very clearly grabbing Adair on her as while she gave menus. What’s even worse about such a situation is that Locke did this while his wife was exercising the restroom. The CCTV footage from the accident is now running around the internet. If you’d like to watch it, “its by” announced below. Hopefully, it will show that this sort of behavior will no longer be tolerated and that it does come with causes : em> Adair describes the event in her own words TAGEND ” The whole situation time blew me over. I was in offend. I have never had anything like that happen to me before. The purchaser and his wife came in together. As I went over to make his ordering he reached as far as he could just to reach me and smack-dab my backside fairly hard .” ” I froze up. It was cheapening and embarrassing, and entirely out of the blue. I got super upset about it. I time told my administrator to get him out and get him away from me, then the officers came and came him detained .” ” So numerous women follow out this and it is not fair. I did nothing mistaken and I did not deserve that ,” she explained. When the police depicted up, Locke was charged with forceful stroking. If Locke is found guilty, this offense can carry a maximum penalty of a year behind prohibits or three years probation. Jeffrey Lanigan, Detective at the Rome, NY Police Department exposed:” The theme was at Denny’s restaurant- he is a regular there. The waitress gone over to take his cups degree and she turned around to walk away and he reached out and swiped her on the backside .” ” We recognized the subject exploiting video surveillance and took him to detention ,” he added. A female colleague of Adair does she supports the decision to have Locke arrested and hopes that this shows how, even in 2018, maidens are still being persecuted and treated inappropriately in the workplace. ” I have had criticisms before but they were not vulgar like that ,” the colleague announced.” I want to make sure he is actually penalized because it is not something minor to me- it bothers me .” And we couldn’t agree more! Read more: http :// www.viralthread.com/ man-could-face-a-year-in-jail-for-slapping-waitress-bum/? all http://dailybuzznetwork.com/index.php/2018/08/05/man-could-face-a-year-in-jail-for-slapping-waitress-bum/

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