#so far from my best it's embarrasing

[shinyrhinestones]

Four years

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Fem!Reader. (Implied AFAB).

Summary: The new member on the team had no idea that two of their coworkers were married.

Genre: Fluff, mild smut.

Category: Oneshot

Warnings: Mild smut (still minors dni), getting caught, mention of food.

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Even though you were in a different state far away from you and Spencers home, didn’t make you and Spencer not want to hold each other close. You and Spencer were lucky enough to ending up in the same hotel room. The man you had been married to for some years now. And it can get rough to deal with the cases you and Spencer get to work on with your team. It’s nice to be able to cuddle together before continuing a case. Sometimes you and Spencer want to be closer. Which you did that night.

You were laying on your back, completely bare like your husband on top of you. You rested your hands on Spencers shoulders as he was thrusting into you at a slow pace. He was kissing down your neck and down to your chest. He was letting his warm kisses linger on your already hot skin. Both of your breathing heavy and sweat was already forming on Spencers skin even if you almost just started.

He was holding himself up with his arms on the bed, but he still managed to hold himself as close to you as he could. You also helped with that by wrapping your legs around his waist.

“I love you.” He mumbled against your skin. You smiled just a little at his words. You let your hands move from his shoulder to his hair and neck. Your touch was soft but of course he could feel it. You actually don’t know how you ended up laying on the other side of the bed. Perhaps it was the tickle fight you had before you got more intimate.

But as you were laying in the foot of the bed, the door to the hotel room opened, and Spencer immediately laid next to you pulling the covers up to shield you. Whoever had walked in couldn’t see your face as you were shielded by the footboard. Spencer was leaning on an elbow looking up at the intruder.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Reid. I got the hotel number wrong.” You heard the new agent Emily Prentiss say. You smiled at her voice, thinking of how embarrasing this was. You could see the blush on Spencers cheeks as he forgave her.

She had covered her eyes looking to the side while apologizing. Finally you heard the door close and the light from the hallway dissapear. You laughed immediately when she closed the door. Spencer gave you a gentle smile as you laughed. You cupped his right cheek with your hand and caressed him. “I can’t believe that just happened.” You struggled to say through your laughs. “Yeah..But it did.” He rubbed his eyes. You knew it was late and that he was probably really tired just like you.

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The next morning you noticed how Emily gave Spencer an awkward smile before pretending like nothing happened. Which was probably the best thing to do. Nothing more in that. Luckily you didn’t have to feel that way around Emily for she didn’t get a good look at you. It would have been more embarrasing if she saw you as clearly as she saw your husband.

Around lunch Emily was sitting in a diner with Derek Morgan. At first they had been talking about the case they were working on when Emily had a question that had been on her mind for quite some time since last night.

“Hey Morgan.” She said after a moment of silence. “Mhm?” Derek looked up from his food with a slightly raised eyebrow. “Is Reid popular with the ladies? I just guessed you were the one who was..But last night I walked in on him and some..girl.” She tried to say without cringing at every single word. Morgan was silent for a few seconds before a chuckle escaped him and he smiled at Emily. “Reid is married.” He said lowering his fork onto his plate. Emily’s eyes widened and her jaw fell slightly. “He’s married? Do you think he was cheating on his wife?” Now Emily had known Spencer for just a few days since she had just started, but she already got the impression that Spencer Reid was a good man. She could never picture Spencer Reid unfaithful to his most loved one. “What? No!” Morgan said quickly. “No, he’s married to Y/N. They have been married for like four years.” Morgan said pointing his index finger infront himself.

“Oh god.” Emily’s heart calmed down again as she sighed. She chuckled. She wasn’t that surprised to find out you two were married. She was a profiler and even though you and Spencer were proffessional at work, she could still spot the way you looked at each other and how close you could stand and sit. How he didn’t flinch at your touch.

“Good, Reid cheating? I don’t think so.” She said in a playful tone, before she continued eating. Then you and Spencer walked into the diner together searching for the two other profilers. When you spotted them you immediately headed over to them. “Hey guys.” You said quite joyful as you sat down next to Emily putting your black coat on the back of the chair. Emily and Morgan shared a look before replying. Spencer sat next to Morgan, across you. You and Spencers legs touched and you smiled at him, as you on purpose nudged one of his legs. He gave you a small smile before briefly looking at the menu laying on the table. “What?” You said when you noticed the speficic look Morgan had in his dark coloured eyes. “Nothing.” His elbows rested on then table, his hands waving shortly in the air. You shrugged and looked at Emily who was wearing a similiar expression as Morgan. If you had known that Emily was going on telling her experience last night, you would have foreseen the teasing the others on the team would end up doing later on. But in that stage of Emily still fitting in in this new team she was actually more embarrassed about it. Of course JJ, Elle and Morgan loved to remind the three of you.

[novalizinpeace]

Well, this is my fastest reference so far

Space Rider Au Belong to @onyxonline

some data and backstory

His home planet can be found in NGC 7331, a spiral galaxy inside the pegasus constellation. There, the pegasus live a kinda nomad/nature oriented life, a lot of them are really carefree and peaceful people, so comfortable in their lifes thanks to the protection of the high clouds: Pegasus that learned to use the power of the sun (and light) to create illusions and been able to hide their communities around the galaxy for eons.

But one day, one of this community got the bad luck to get found by the Prototype's Cult, and all hell broke loose.

They knew they had to kill the High Clouds first to get to the people in the community, and with all of them dead they almost succesed in their goal.

But then a lil foal put himself in front of the cultists, and that was the end for them.

The news about a child scaring a butch of dangerous cultists obviously got to the riders, that after some debates with the eldest in the community, were able to get custody of the child in exchange of protection for said community without high clouds, and the promise in paper that the child would get back to his home to become a high cloud once he became able to control his illusions.

Personality

Sunny is a literal walking sunshine; carefree and talkative, he's mostly in the air, since the idea to be just walking is boring to him, but even if he seem distracted while talking to someone, he's actually paying a lot of attention, is his body that can't be quiet, his mind is actually really clear and bright.

He's not really the fighter type of guy, he wouldn't have a problem taking a weapon to defend his friends and teammates, or fight a one on one for the same or for training sake, but if you ask him he would prefer to just walk away or be the defensive part of the plan, he's not going to enjoy making other feel pain, it something he was teached to be a truly last resort, so not the best sparring pal for other riders.

Were he really shine is in ability to detect lies and fake things/scams. Is his thing after all. He would never use this ability to trick others, so if he catch someone trying to take advance of others by using trick, you can be sure he's going to expose them REALLY loudly in from of everybody. This had sometimes end in awkward situations for him, like exposing the wrong guy...

The fact that he speak his mind so freely is also a constant problem for him, in his community there was no such thing as uncalled comments, everybody was happy to take advise in others, or answer gracefully when a advise wasn't right/needed, and compliments were good recieved for everybody, things like get stressed by other's opinion was completly taboo, why hurt your mind in such way?

So the fact that people in the riders get so confused/shocked/embarrased/frustrated when he speak his mind in a matter would truly confused Sunny at time, he's kinda afraid to speak in big groups due this, 'cause he had already scare away possible friends for be too open, but at least he know compliments are a good way to go if he didn't make a lot of them so suddenly.

But somethings i forgot that last details...

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Before someone call me simp /j i didn't create Sunny just to openly fangirl over Gale, his critter design is as old as Lizzy, but i had never been able to do something with him.

Now, did i create all this backstory and design just for shipping/fangirl reason? No... Also to have a excuse to draw Gale, that two things /j

Galestorm belong to @qxuiara

[hannie-dul-set]

the psychology of strawberries — [preview].

SYNOPSIS. besides being your friend, kim gyuvin also holds the existence of being the worst matchmaker in history. the last guy he set you up with ended with a permanent ban from the arcade. the one before that caused you to file a restraining order. which is why when he tries to set you up one last time with his best friend, you understandably shut him down.

the problem is— why the fuck didn’t gyuvin tell you that his best friend is actually the prettiest man in the world? the most charming idiot to have graced your mortal existence? maybe if he did, you wouldn’t have to resort to pavlovian tactics and strawberries just to bag him. if he did, then you wouldn’t have to hide the fact that you’re kind of balls-deep in love with his friend.

PAIRING. shen quanrui x female! reader. GENRE. college! au, (anti) matchmaking! au, strangers to friends to lovers, eventual secret relationship. romance, humor, fluff, older! reader, black haired ricky jumpscare later in the fic, this is just lovelicky propaganda. sue me. WARNINGS. swearing, explicit language, mentions of sex, an almost car crash, stalking (not from any of the mcs), erratic and embarrasing behavior (mostly from our mc), may add more as i continue. WORD COUNT. preview: 1.6k | full fic: 15-17k.

RELEASE DATE. within december. TAGLIST. send me an ask/dm/reply to be added.

NOTE. this is an amalgamation of a number ricky drabble ideas, stitched together into one cohesive mess. yes, i know i've been releasing too many fic previews. yes, you have doubts about me finishing them all. but will release all three fics within this month even if it kills me. enjoy this preview of mc losing her mind over ricky shen (that's how the rest of this fic will also go).

preview under the cut.

“Morning.”

Gyuvin greets you with a yawn and a heavy ruffle on the top of your head, to which you respond with a side kick to his ass when he walks past you. “You’re late,” you scold him, and though you want to continue berating your dear friend, two more familiar-looking people emerge from his building’s entrance. 

“Oh, this is Taerae and Matthew,” Gyuvin informs you offhandedly. The two give you a mix of polite nods and smiles. You sort of know Taerae because you shared a class with him last semester. Matthew is just the guy you see at the campus coffee shop at least once a week. “They’re going to be my survey assistants. More people means more ground to cover at once.”

“How’d he scam you two into agreeing?” you ask.

“He’s buying me lunch for a week,” Taerae replies.

“I just wanted to go on a road trip,” Mathew says in a tone too bright for five in the morning. 

You let out a huff of air. Your backpack is getting a little heavy on your shoulders, and all you want is to finally reclaim your lost weekend. Meaning, getting on the road as soon as possibly is priority number one. “So, are we commuting?” you ask. “We should get going then.”

“Oh, no,” Gyuvin replies. He’s already noticed your impatience, and has found himself standing behind you, taking your bag off of your bag so that you don’t snap at him for the next statement he’s about to say. “Actually, we’re waiting for one more per—”

A car horn cuts him off. 

“Well, nevermind. He’s here.”

At that moment, a way too expensive looking car drives up to the porch of Gyuvin’s college-level priced apartment building. This is looking way too out of place. Matthew lets out a whistle when the car stops in front of you. “This kid just got his license exchange and the first thing he does is show off,” Taerae snorts. What...what does he mean? Is this your ride? Is this the (at least seventy-thousand-dollar) vehicle that’ll be driving you all the way to the outskirts of Hadong County? 

The variables don’t click, but your surprise doesn’t end there. Because the person that emerges from the expensive looking ass car’s driver’s seat is— by far— the prettiest person you’ve ever seen in your twenty-one years of life.

Whoa.

Not even those thick, dark shades can obscure that god-sculpted looking face. They only make his nose bridge look even sharper, and you’re trying your damn best not to stare at those full and cherry-painted lips. Holy shit. Platinum blonde has always looked tacky to you, but now you have to re-evaluate. Oh my god. Kim Gyuvin has a friend that looks like this, and all he’s done is set you up with guys that can’t even fucking compare.

Walking statue of a man closes the car door behind him with a click. “Get in,” he says. Holy mother of god, you’re light-headed. Your brain is fuzzy. You’re about to pass out. 

“Ricky! You’re late! How dare you keep the madam waiting?!” 

Things start happening a little too quickly.

Wait a second—

“Shotgun!” 

That name.

“Fuck off! Let’s play for the seat!” 

Sounds Very.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! Rock, paper, scissors—”

Very—

“Paper, scissors— shoot!”

—familiar.

“Dammit,” Matthew grumbles in defeat, joining Taerae in the backseat. You stare at the fist you have held out since earlier. Rock. Rick. Ricky. This guy’s name is Ricky. Isn’t that also the name of Gyuvin’s best friend? The best friend he was trying to set you up with? This is Ricky? This absolute god of a fucking man who’s looking at you with an ounce of confusion, still holding your fist up after somehow winning all rounds of rock, paper, scissors with nothing but a rock, is the Ricky you turned down a date with?

You were correct to assume that his name gives off fuckboy vibes. The problem is, he looks like a really, really hot fuckboy who you don’t mind ruining your life in exchange for three months of fun. Shit. You think you just made eye contact with him through his thick-ass sunglasses. He nods a little with a small, awkward smile before disappearing back into the driver’s seat. 

Fuck. He knows. He definitely knows you wrongfully rejected his ass without even meeting him. Gyuvin, that snitching son of a bitch.

“Hey.”

With a heavy grip on his shoulder, you stop the said snitching son of a bitch before he can escape into the backseat. “What?” Gyuvin raises a brow. The audacity of this guy.

“What was your best friend’s name again?”

“Ricky Shen. Shen Quanrui. Shim Cheonye. Pick one.”

“Is that...the same…?”

“Yes, that guy is Ricky.” There’s an impatient honk from the car. You pay no mind, more concerned about the absolute fucking catch you totally drove away, and that regret is seeping through you expression, failing to wiggle out from Gyuvin’s notice. “Why do you ask?” Are you regretting turning down my offer last week? his face seems to say. You want to hit him. Yes, you are fucking regretting it, but there’s no way in hell you’re giving him the satisfaction of knowing.

“It’s just a little awkward,” you say. “Can you switch with me?”

“Matt hyung’s gonna throw a fit if I take your seat,” he simply hums, opening the door to the front seat on your behalf with a courteous bow that drives you further into annoyance. “Now hop in. We’re already behind schedule.”

You’re the bigger person here so you decide against throwing a tantrum. Begrudgingly, you enter the passenger’s seat, trying to ignore aphrodite’s reincarnation sitting right next to you, and prepare yourself for the three-hour drive or torture because you totally screwed over your chance of having him.

“Woohoo! Road trip!”

“We’re here for my project, idiot.”

“Please tone it down, I’m trying to sleep.”

It’s fine, you cross your arms, wiggling uncomfortably on the soft seat. It’s totally fine. None of Gyuvin’s friends have been decent so far. Yes. You shouldn’t judge positively too quickly. Maybe the only thing this one has going for him is his face. Maybe his personality is just as shitty as the last ones and you’ve completely dodged a bullet.

A very pretty bullet. The pretty bullet is looking at you through the rearview mirror. Oh god, why is he looking at you? He’s got his sunglasses down and those eyes are practically staring into your soul.

“Um,” Ricky clears his throat. “You should put on your seatbelt.”

That rasp shouldn’t be as attractive as it is. Fuck. This man is a walking heart hazard. “O—oh, sorry!” You’re stupid. Your brain is fried. You fumble with the dumb seatbelt, forgetting how it works, and mentally swearing at yourself in the process.

“Do you need any help…?”

Fight or flight instincts kick in. You smack away Ricky’s attempt at a helping hand. His eyes are wide in shock. Your eyes are wide in shock. You want to throw yourself out of this vehicle right now. “It’s—it’s fine!” Finally, you manage to put on the seatbelt. Ricky is a mix of confusion and offense when he starts the car, more on confusion, but that’s alright. The aftermath of him pulling a k-drama move and helping you with the seatbelt would have been worse. You would have disintegrated right then and there.

Your only source of comfort is the backpack that you’re hugging for your dear life. The entire ride is excruciatingly awkward because the three boys at the back have fallen asleep— a state you also wish to be in right now, but that’s quite frankly impossible because you’re a million times more conscious about your physical appearance right now with a literal angel next to you. 

He’s not asking why you’re pressed so far up against the door. For safety reasons, you tell yourself. The air around him just subconsciously feels a lot hotter despite the air conditioning literally blowing cold air to your face.

“Would...would you like some?”

But that doesn’t mean you could stomach this awkwardness, either. Two hours have passed and neither of you have said a word to each other. You’re a fistful into your candy stash and it feels rude not to offer anything to him when he’s been driving for so long. 

You have a cautious arm outstretched, a pink wrapper dangling between your thumb and index finger. Ricky peers down for a split second, a rumble from his throat before saying, “N—no, it’s okay.” The candy disappears into the crevices of his car. You dip your head down, trying to feel around for it, and Ricky continues talking. “Um. I mean. You don’t really have to force yourself to get along with me, seonbae. I already know that you don’t really like me.”

At that moment, you snap your head up. “What?”

Maybe you should’ve been more careful because you scare the shit out of Ricky and the car swerves off the lane.

Screech!

“Ah,” he exhales, parking the car at the edge of the road after nearly killing you all. “That was close.” How the three kids in the back are still asleep is beyond you. They’ve got their necks twisted in all the weird places and you’re pretty sure Matthew is drooling.

But the source of your adrenaline right now isn’t the near death experience.

“What do you mean you know that I don’t like you?”

Translation: what exactly did Kim Gyuvin say to this guy?

the psychology of strawberries. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[akwardecho]

Artist Barbie Has A Little Crush

❤ | Summary: Artist Barbie (reader) has a habit of painting Stereotypical Barbie. A lot. On her another painting session Stereptypical Barbie notices it.

❤ | A/N: soo this is my first time posting my work here, english is not my first language so there might be mistakes, constructive criticism welcome <3

❤ | Warnings: (??) fem reader, Barbie x reader, somewhat-fluff??, no kissing or romantic stuff

❤ | Word Count: 562 (i think?)

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All that you knew about yourself is that you love anything to do with art, which means you're Artist Barbie. You love to walk around with your pink easel, at least one already finished painting and paint all the Barbies and Kens that are in front of you. Sometimes you paint every single detail of the scenery in front of you. Sometimes you only focus on one person. Maybe a few. But most of the time, you draw stereotypical Barbie. You don't know why you do it. Is it because of her golden hair? Her clothes? Her beautiful blue eyes? Or maybe because she's... well... perfect. You two don't really talk much. You're known to be a quiet watcher. Nobody really knows a lot about you, you're shy and reserved. You're... Artist Barbie.

You've been sitting on the beach, painting stereotypical Barbie. Again. She doesn't notice your eyes on her, although you've been observing her for quite some time, watching the way her mouth moves when she's talking to Dr Barbie, the way her blonde hair flows down her back, it's the perfect sight to paint. And so you do. You're almost finished, adding finishing touches to the canvas, watching your best painting yet. For some time you didn't even have to look at her. Her face was carved into your memory. And then you notice her.

The Barbie, whose face was smiling on the canvas, whose painted eyes were given life by you, was standing right next to you. She was grinning, staring at the masterpiece. She looks at you for a second and sees that you noticed her.

-Hi Barbie! - she says joyfully. Her cheeks painted pink.

-Hi Barbie - you mutter with less enthusiasm, embarrased that she saw what you were doing, even tho it was your job.

-I can't believe that you did this! It's beautiful! - she points at the canvas. Making you blush. Her tone drips with pure happiness and you can't help but smile.

-Thank you - you murmur quietly, but loud enough for Barbie to hear. - You can take it if you want. I don't mind.

-Really? - her face lights up even more. - Thank you so much! Can I see your other works?

You have a few already finished paintings with you, what can you say, you draw a lot every day and you don't wanna go to your dreamhouse after every finished one to put it there. But the worst thing is - they all have stereotypical Barbie on them. You have no idea why, but she has corrupted your mind. You can't even think of your Ken! For some strange reason, she's the most comfortable to think about, to draw, to paint, to fantasize about... But you don't want to think of your fantasies, you try to keep the thoughs of her kissing you as far away from your mind as you can. Except you sometimes you can't.

-Soo? - Barbie's still standing there, still smiling.

-Oh, right - you choke out. You can't possibly say no to that face! - Okay, yeah, go ahead.

She quickly moves towards your finished works, seeing them, her cheeks become pinker and pinker. She stares at them in awe and after some time looks back at you. You smile nervously. Her face is red, smile slowly fading, her face showing nervousness - even more than yours - and embarrasment.

-Barbie can I kiss you?

[astrotoilet]

||What a party||

||Cate dunlap x male reader||

WARNING:This story contains:Cheating,alcohol consume,drug consume,swearing.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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I was there on this party enjoying it with my best friends from Godolkin University,whe all where supes with different powers.

My powers where based on ice,they where really cool to say,we where speaking about how our lifes where going while casually drinking beer,wine or other alcoholic drink or smoking and consuming other drugs.

I was enjoying this a lot until she arrived.....

This beatiful tall blue-eye blonde girl arrived with her boyfriend and some friends looking rather beatiful,With a white shirt along with a black part on her clothes and big round golden earrings,Her name was Cate Dunlap,the girlfriend of the one and only Golden Boy.

My stare got lost on her,she was mind controlling me without even using her powers,she was just beatiful and stunning.

I wished to be with her but my respect to Golden boy was a lot so i decided to abandon these toughts....at least for now...

They then sat next to all of us and we continued to drink.

"So how it's life going Luke?"i asked him

"Pretty good,it is going perfectly"he replied smiling very confident

"Glad to hear lt"i replied smiling

I was obviously jealous but also very happy for both my friends.

"And what about you y/n someone told me you almost killed a guy last week is that true"Cate spoke staring me into my eyes.

"Ohh the uhhhh...welll i......Obviously i didn't kill him he just got so intense with me and i got annoyed and.....you know just fucked him up"i said embarrased as that brought me a lot of legal problems.

"Even if you killed him we would have still talking to you,because i think we all agree here that fucker is annoying"Marie said causing all of us to laugh

"i agree"Andre said laughing

"Hahaha thank you all guys love y'all a lot"i said smiling

"You look better today y/n i think is your best outfit so far man"Cate said praising my look

"You look pretty good dude"she added winking causing me to get nervous.

"Yeah i agree man"luke said

Then i grabbed my phone to see if i had messages and i saw i had a message from Cate...

'Huh why is she texting me?'

I then saw them and wow...

The message was about hpw she noticed the way i stare at her and how much i compliment her and enjoy doing so.

"I have noticed how you stare me and i want to say i have no problem with it...i wanna ask you something but just wait until i tell the others i will go to the bathroom okay....see ya soon."she texted

I then stare at her again and she wink again at me and i just texted her back

"What do you want to tell me?,something interesting?...hehehe,i will go don't worry" i texted back

A few minuted passed and she told Luke and our friends that she was going to the bathroom and it was.

I wait for her to send me a message again and there it is.

"Come now"

"Hey guys i will leave a friend is asking me to meet with him near here,i'll come back later"i said

then i left and when i finally found her she stared at me deeply for a few seconds and the got closer.

"You know?...i know what you feel for me and i think it is beatiful,very beatiful how you love me"Cate said smiling

"And what do you try to imply with that?"i said smiling too

"W-Well i just wanted to thank you" she said looking down blushed

"Cate..." i said playing with her hair

"Y/n"

"Yes Cate?"

"I love you"

Cate then leaned towards me and started kissing me with passion and love,after her shocking action answered her kiss

"Yes....yes...yes.."cate said as she introduced her tongue on my mouth

"Oh yes baby,kiss me with all you got"she added whimpering

We continued kissing happily as i held her up

"This is wrong what about luke if he finds out abo-"i said before being silenced by Cate

"Shhh baby,it doesn't matter,let's just continue" she said

"Okay anything for my beatiful princess"i said before the two share a passionate kiss.

we kissed for almos 2 minutes until air was becoming an issue,when we finished we where looking at eachothers eyes

Cate looks extremely beatiful this way

"Thanks for making me feel good"Cate said laughing

"Thank you cate you too..."i replied

"I will go withe others,see you soon"she said hugging me

"We're not over yet y/n"she added

"Bye"

"Bye"

We shared a quick kiss before she left to meet with others again,while i was seeing her.

I did it....

THE END~

Sorry if this feels fast and awful lol,it's my first time writtin since 8 months lol,Enjoy!!!

[pumpkzsafeplace]

bear and babbles 🧸ྀི⋆˚✿˖°

welcome to the second episode of bear and babbles!! last week went really well, so we're excited to continue & help as much as we can hehe! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა.

key code │ 🧸 - daddy │ 🍼 - pumpkin.

what is bear & babbles!

bear & babbles is a cute thing that we decided to create to help talk about agere in a safe environment! we will be answering questions (both me & daddy!) and answering some emails!!

i think it'll be fun to see both point of views too, from a little (and someone who struggles with mental health) + a caregiver whose been in the role for a while now.

all emails & messages will be addressed anonymously, please don't include real names!

today's topic: triggering topics

i decided to dedicate this weeks epsisode on dealing with trigger topics given what this month means to a lot of people & although it's important to talk about a lot of things, it still can be heard to deal with <3

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🍼 : for me, i find it sometimes difficult dealing with triggering topics as 9/10 the triggering will happen when i least expect it. i've dealt with so much in my life, that i think i forget sometimes that i'm not some emotionless human- and that things do affect me.

for me personally, i've found that it's harder to deal with the emotional side of being triggered rather than the triggered epsiode itself. i always end up feeling guilty and embarrased for reacting the way i did, like it's a moment of weakness and vulnerability i don't want anyone to see- like it makes me less of a person.

when that isn't the case.

i think the more i've tried to work on myself, i try to see my triggered epsiodes as more as a shout for for help rather than an embarrasing moment. & when that happens, i do my best to comfort and console the part of me that never recieved that love when the incidents occured (if that makes sense).

triggering will happen, especially when you're healing from things other people don't know about. but i think as a society, we've gotten better at accepting each others limits, and knowing how to comfort or even appologise when it goes too far.

but if you're struggling to calm down during an epsiode, here are things i do to help.

🠲 distract yourself : whether that be by music, by youtube, by asmr videos - distract yourself with something you love, something you care about (no sad, depressing playlists!)

🠲 reach out if you need to : you don't even have to talk about it if you're not comfortable, but instead you could suggest watching a movie with someone, going out for a walk, little things to help take your mind off it.

🠲 comfort & console : remind yourself that you will heal from this fully, and you will get better. it doesn't make you weak that you got upset. you're allowed to grieve & hurt, that doesn't make you any less of a fighter or any weaker!

also know that i believe in you, you will always have someone fighting in your corner <3.

🧸 : When it comes to triggering topics, you have to approach people with the triggers in mind. it's easy to believe that something is not a big deal for you, when in reality it could be a massive deal to somebody else.

The person in question may appraoch their struggles differently, even joke about their trauma- but that doesn't mean that they're not still stuggling with it, or will not still be affected by certain jokes/topics.

It's important to approach senstive topics in a way that makes them comfortable, and sometimes that may be in different ways that you think. i.e, texting instead of speaking, telling things vageuly instead of to the point.

As long as you're willing to listen and adapt you should be okay, and for those who are suffering- just know that there are people around that care about you, they might put their foot in their mouth sometimes when it comes to certain things, but they care, they're just learning too :).

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[k1ng0fn0b0dy]

💜 DAY 2 OF MONSTER WEEK — WEREWOLF TECHNOBLADE

[1500+ words]

[Gender-Neutral]

Description: It's in the title. You wander into a forest and meet a huge wolf, bonding ensues.

[Read the rest under the cut]

You had been adopted a few weeks ago. The couple, Mr and Mrs. Bagans, who adopted you were on the older side, feeling more like grandparents than parents. You didn't mind though, you were too old to have people parent you now.

The town you moved to was on the more rural side. It wasn't small by any means but most of the fields were full of crops with walkable trails to most of the town. In fact, there was even a forest right behind your new backyard, though you'd have to hop the wooden fence.

Of course, like any normal teenager, you hop the fence regularly. It's not really your fault. With the town being as close-knit as it is, you had to go somewhere isolated to get any real free time, without the pressure of ruining your new and tentative relationships within the town.

The forest is full of noise. You can hear all kinds of critters around you, though your personal favorite are the chipmunks. They're very cute and they always give you a wide berth, which is appreciated.

You had liked to think you knew the forest pretty well so far, emphasis on had. You don't know what confidence had overcome you today but you walked farther into the forest than you ever have before. So far, in fact, that you've found yourself lost as the sun starts dipping, casting the forest into a chilling darkness.

Your only comfort was it was still loud. All the critters were awake, so you weren't alone. At this point, you were trying your best to find something familiar, although you weren't quite sure if you were going further into the forest or out of it. Guess you'll find out eventually.

Eventually, the sun really was gone and the forest was quieter. You had to face the truth now, you were lost. Your heart pounded in your chest, as if to fill the void of silence. It was so loud that for a second you didn't realize how quiet everything had gone.

Your breath hitched despite yourself and you pressed yourslef into a tree, waiting to see what had made all the animals flee. Rapidly, something ran towards you. Something big, with heavy footsteps and an imposing shadow.

You were going to die, alone in a forest where no one would ever find your bones. You would never have Mrs. Bagans' deicious apple pie again or go pick up groceries with Mr. Bagans in his old, bruised truck. Immediately, you started crying.

You could care less how snotty your nose had gotten. The only things around were bugs and they woudn't be able to tell your embarrasing last moments if someone did manage to find your body. You were already on the floor by now, sobbing harder now that it had gone silent again. Now you really were alone.

Slowly something walked towards you with obvious, heavy footsteps. You're mid-wiping your tears away when you look up, instantly screaming.

The wolf was about 10x larger than any wolf you've ever seen and didn't instantly pounce when you screamed. Actually, you were pretty sure it had winced.

When you had stopped screaming, though heaven only knows how long that had taken, you were crying again. You felt like a crybaby with how much you've been crying and obviously, the wolf thought so too. it plopped only the forest floor, seemingly bored by your tears.

You didn't wipe away the tears this time, worried that maybe if you looked away, it would attack. it didn't though. You were just both staring at each other, silently.

Now, you wouldn't say you're a nervous talker. Although, in another (more honest) way, you were absolutely a nervous talker. "Hi," Your voice wobbled like you were seconds away from crying (you were). "Mr. Terrifying Wolf, please don't kill me."

The wolf huffed like it was offended at the thought. You nodded like it made any sense at all. "I didn't mean to interrupt you with my crying." Definitely true, although technically it was the reason you were crying in the first place. "You're good to leave, please."

You whispered that last bit under your breath but Mr. Terrifying Wolf definitely heard you. Its lip raised in an almost snarl that fell quickly when you whimpered. "Sorry, I'm sorry. You can leave whenever you want."

"I'm lost right now," You continued, not even taking a breath. You were scared that if you tried, you wouldn't be able to. "I don't know how far from I am from town. I've only been in Fleurrh for two weeks. I don't even know if people will look for me, they hardly know me."

You burry your head in your lap, "I sound crazy right now. Rambling to a wolf because I'm scared I might die. Maybe dying would be easier at this point, I would stop worrying."

It stared at you, emotionless, before slowly standing up. Now that you saw it at its full height, without tears blocking your sight, you could tell it was definitely 10x larger than any regular wolf, maybe even bigger.

You pressed your eyes closed and ducked your head again, trying not to start crying again. it was walking towards you, maybe it finally got hungry again. Maybe you were finally going to die.

A hard, sand-paper-like surface, uncomfortably damp, licked the side of your face. Your eyes popped open on their own, staring, dumbfounded at the large wolf. It stepped back with a very dissatisfied face like your salty, teary face tasted worse than whatever raw mouse it had eaten before this. it stamped its foot down, looking like a particularly upset dog, and stared at you expectantly.

You leaned heavily against the tree you had been sitting at as you stood, slowly. Mr. Terrifying Wolf paws at the ground and you slowly walked toward him. "What's happening right now? Am I really listening to a wolf right now?"

Mr. Terriffying Wolf stared you down and you shut your mouth. He turned away and you muttered, "This is a very bad plan. I'm going to get myself killed." Then, you started following slowly as Mr. Terrifying Wolf leads you deeper (out of?) the forest.

"This is pretty," You mumble as he leads you in a canopy, full of far more light than the rest of the forest. Mr. Terrifying Wolf plops himself down on a bed of grass so you sit down too, a bit too close to them than you'd like.

"It's so cold here," You complain quietly. You were so sure Mr. Terrifying Wolf was already asleep but he peeks over at you lazily, letting you know he was not, in fact, asleep. "Sorry," You murmur, "I guess I didn't prepare for getting lost in the woods today."

Mr. Terrifying wolf huffs, like you were joking. To spite him, you nod, "Honestly, if this had happened on Tuesday, I would've brought my lost-in-the-woods coat and worn my lost-in-the-woods shoes."

You swear that if this wolf had been human, he'd be smiling. Actually, now that you think about it, "You act oddly human."

"I mean," You speed your way through saying, "You didn't hurt me. You understand me. You even brought me here." You look over and stare quietly for a second, he stares back. "You're a lot smarter than most humans..."

Mr Terrifying Wolf closes his eyes and you let the conversation die there. You sigh deeply and turn away, curling into yourself and letting yourself go. As you drift into an uneasy sleep, you can almost feel fur brushing against your chin.

{《☆》}

You wake up warm, hands tangled into soft sheets. Your eyes burn as you sit upright, the sun blinding you. You look around rapidly, seeing no trees, no wolf. Just strong, white walls and the clean white bedsheets you're tangled in.

When someone walks in, you find out that you had been found at the hospital's door easily in the morning. Covered in dirt and fur. Mr. and Mrs. Bagans worried over you the entire week, insisting to take the blame for your own reckless actions. In fact, everyone in the town seemed to be oddly kind to you, though your only guess is that they pity you for getting lost. Quite embarrassing.

It's only two weeks after being found that you manage to get some free time and sneak back into the forest.

You don't wander far, he finds you first. He stomps his feet at you and you smile, feeling that same fearless confidence that got you lost the first time as you walk over, petting his soft fur. "Thank you. You're very kind."

Mr. Terrifying but Nice Wolf huffs but leans into your hands. He pulls away a minute later and disappears into the trees. You wait a moment and a pink-haired man, tall and menacing, steps out of the trees your wolf friend dissapeared into.

"Nice to meet you," You stick your hand out, "I'm Y/N."

Mr. Terrifying but Nice Werewolf huffs, familiar and harmless, and shakes your hand. "Technoblade."

{《☆》}

[WHOOOO DAY TWO OF MONSTER FUCKERS WEEK (ignore that its a few hours late)]

[Anyways, go check out the Prompt List to see who's next. Take care of yourself, charge your phone and drink some water! PEOPLE CARE ABOUT YOUUUU!]

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[sexybabystevie]

hi em!! <3

i have a little steve thought: he gets REALLY affectionate when he's sleepy. he also gets really honest.

ive seen people who hc that steve is really touchy and affectionate when he's drunk,, but not enough people talking about when he's tired.

just imagine steve and reader are having a sleepover, and steve is 2 seconds away from passing out, but he stays up with reader.

he talks about how pretty reader is, how much he loves his voice (bonus if he says he wants to fall asleep to reader's voice).

one night,, he tells you "i want you" in the BEST sleepy voice you've heard.

(im sorry if this was very unorganized my bad)

ela!!!! this is so cute, i love it!!! i'm such a sucker for very affectionate steve, you have NO idea lol

you're close friends with steve, always hanging out together and spending the night at his place when his parents are gone (which is more often than not). you've gotten glimpses of his clinginess, something that you think is adorable, but he still tries to hide it from you. sometimes it's autonomous, the way he'll pout at you when you're going home the night after your sleepovers, saying something like, "you're leaving already? it's not even 5pm yet..." or when you're sitting closely next to him on the couch and you get up to go to the bathroom, leaving him without your warmth, letting out a soft whimper that he tries to cover up with a fake cough. you never really thought much of it, thinking that he probably was embarrased or that you were reading too closely into things, until one night during on of your routine sleepovers.

you're sleeping over at your place this time, sitting upright in bed, plastered under the covers as you talk into the early hours of the morning. steve's laying next to you, eyes sleep-hazed and droopy as he softly nods along to the story you're telling him. something about some guy who annoyed you today while you were out shopping. steve isn't fully there, he's as enthusiastic as he can be, but he's also exhausted. too exhausted. a long shift at family video and hours of being the personal chauffeur to six teenagers, and steve harrington is barely awake by the mere hour of 9pm, much less the current midnight when you're talking his ear off.

he doesn't mind, of course. he's tired, completely energyless, really, but he's far too captivated by your every move, every word, to tell you to stop. he's humming gently along to whatever you have to say, agreeing that yes, the guy was a jerk for shoving you out of the way to get some baby carrots.

slowly, his walls are deteriorating, both due to you and the comfort you bring him and the mental exhaustion settling over him, clouding his mind and deeming him a little more open than usual. a little less likely to keep his mouth shut, his typical filter being washed away with the tides of fatigue. it's not long before your voice is a jumble of words, beautiful and rhythmic melodies to his ears, and his mind gets stuck, instead, on the sight of you so passionately speaking, hair more messy than normal as you sit in your pajamas. there's a strong intimacy that comes with seeing you like this, as if steve could get used to seeing this every night and every morning – as if steve might want to see it every night and every morning – and he can't stop the words that are tumbling from his lips before he has any time to really dwell on them.

"you're so pretty," he says, voice breathless and genuine, a hint of something deeper underlying it, and you're taken aback, thinking that he must be far too tired to think straight.

"why don't we stop talking and‐"

"no," he's quick to cut you off, lazily attempting to shake his head. instead, his hair only falls into his eyes, which he barely notices in his exhaustion induced stupor. he wraps his arm around the closest part of you that he can reach – your leg – and nuzzles into you, sighing happily and pulling himself as close to you as he can. "keep talkin'. pretty voice could put me to sleep."

you're flustered and a little hesitant, unsure of the way that he's suddenly acting, but you end up giving in to his requests anyway, the feeling of his warm body latched onto your leg surprisingly comforting. you sit and talk until he falls asleep, voice softer and more purposefully calming, and it doesn't take long for him to be softly snoring against your pajama pants.

that was only the first time something of that nature had happened, and it seems that it had been a gateway into it recurring. one time turned to two, then three and four times that he sat next to you, so sleepy that he let himself give in to the urge to cling to you like you were something more than just his friend. each time is the same, sleepy, admiring eyes, lowered voice mumbling on about you in an endearing tone. before long, you're secretly looking forward to your sleepovers, if just because steve would adorably wrap onto you like you were everything he ever wanted.

it was almost an easy way to delude yourself into thinking that he really wanted you in that way. that he wasn't simply exhausted out of his mind and looling for any physical comfort that he could get. but that was until things escalated again.

you're in his bed, whispering, trying not to flinch away from his touch on your shoulders, something new that he seemed to like doing to you during these moments. his fingers absently trace along your skin, hand under the sleeve of your shirt just so he could be able to really feel you. you keep talking, about anything you can think of that might distract you from the feeling of his skin on yours – how good and right it seems – and you watch as he slowly closes his eyes, breathing steadying and fingers stopping in their path along your shoulder.

you think he's asleep for good, but you keep softly whispering anyway, knowing from prior experience that talking for a few extra minutes afterward seemed to keep him at rest. you admire his resting features, so close that you can feel his breath on your arm but also so far, and that's when he rustles around and his eyes flutter open. he looks at you with the fondness of someone looking at the stars, and if that didn't make your heart beat ten times faster, then what he said next certainly did the trick.

voice low, a velvet rumble from his exhausted state, he gives you all the certainty of the world in a single, hazy gaze and says, "i want you," before shifting his arms so that he can burying his face against your stomach. the sound of his tone, the earnestness of his words, and the hidden undertones behind them have your stomach filling with butterflies, and you can't help the way you relax into his touch, hands moving on their own to softly tangle through his hair. you feel both like you're on fire and at sea, body aflame but also at peace, and somehow you fall asleep faster than you ever have before, the warmth from steve's body melting into yours and heating your very soul.

needless to say, you hoped that this new happening of your sleepovers became habit, and surely enough, with great thanks to the way steve harrington's mind completely empties of coherant thoughts late at night, it does.

[brettlorenzi3]

max verstappen blurb

a/n: heyy! so this is my first time writing on here but I've decided to slowly ease into it by doing a little series of blurbs describing some of the drivers. I know this may sound a bit odd but I've just always loved reading how artfully people describe characters or people in both fan fiction and novels and I love reading how people's appearance can be described. might end up only writing one or two of these since I'm a full time college student and have a job but I'll try my best! feel free to send in which drivers youd like to see me do next<3

there was something about the steady slope of his nose.

something about the dramatic angle from the tip of where his nostrils met, to where his cartilage met his cupids bow, to where his upper lip flared out in an almost perfect line to meet his cheeks.

something about his strong cheekbones, adorned with a light swirl of freckles no one ever seemed to notice, his cheeks still holding a child-like plumpness.

there was something about the gap between his straight brows.

something about his deep-set eyes, framed by long lashes, small creases from his squinty eyed smile, and adorned with a slight downwards angle.

something about the dark ring of ocean blue that protected his pupil from the streaks of icy silver and midnight navy that also staked their claim in his eyes.

there was something about the lazy smirk on his mouth.

something about the small freckle on his upperlip, the way it became more prominent when he was grinning or scowling.

something about the slight rasp of his voice when he laughed, the way his teeth looked almost straight across when he smiled, the almost unnoticeable difference of how his tongue was seen a bit more when he spoke in his mother tongue.

there was something about the easy line of his ears to his jaw, his jaw to his neck.

something about the way his hair came a tiny bit too far over the tops of his ears, the way the cavern between the nape of his neck and lobes of his ears would flush red when he was embarrased, the way he ran his hand from his chin to his jaw to his prominent adagis apple to his neck and to his back when he was upset.

something about the way he shrugged up his shoulders after a particularly bad race, the way the tension in his neck relaxed as he lifted a trophy over his head, the way his hands slithered over one shoulder and under one arm as he pulled someone into a hug with his left hand cupping the shoulder blade.

there was just something about him. maybe it was the nose or the cupids bow, the cheekbones or the freckles, the straight brows or the squinty eyes smile, the ocean blue or the icy silver, the lazy smirk or the single lip freckle, the rasp or the line of teeth, the jawline or the red neck, the adams apple or the tight shoulders, the raised arm or the tightening of elbows. maybe all of them, maybe none of them. maybe we were yet to discover what it was that made him so... him.

so max.

[moonlight-tmd]

can you elaborate more on the bee and bulk meeting thing? especially how bee feels when he finds out! pls and thanks ^^

Hahah yeah!

I've talked about this before here but i suppose i can do it again. <3

So, when Bee and Bulkhead met for the first time, the cadets were separated in groups and under the watch of the different officers/teachers (their's was Sentinel).

Bulkhead has seen small cybertronians but never a minibot/minicon. He was so surprised and confused when he heard one of the cadet's names being called out and instead a small yellow Sparkling stepped out of the line before saluting and going back in place. There were few other "Sparklings" in the group but he was most interested in the yellow one named Bumblebee.

The tiny Sparkling seemed distant and always trying to be on his own, the other Sparkling who's name was Wasp along with the bot Ironhide always seemed to bully him. One time he saw them bullying Bee he went over and kindly told them to stop it, only to be insulted with very adult words. Afterwards Bee only told him to frag off before going his way, which was very mean for a Sparkling.

One of the other officers came up to him later asking if he was good (he was sitting all sad and alone in the far end of cafeteria). He told him that he got treated badly by the Sparklings that were somehow running around the complex. That officer couldn't be more bewildered and alarmed until Bulkhead described said Sparklings and their names and the officer told him that no, those aren't Sparklings, those are minibots. Then Bulkhead couldn't be more bewildered when he heard there's a whole another type of frame outside of warframe and civil. To be honest he felt kinda embarrased thinking there was a Sparkling running around the military complex, the government wasn't that stupid.

So, knowing that Bee is not in fact a Sparkling, he has set it his goal to befriend him. He tried his best to appear friendly and said hi to him whenever he saw him. But Bee only told him to leave him alone and avoided him most of the time. That didn't stop Bulkhead from actively searching for him in his free time, few times he even stopped Wasp from doing something awful to him like lock him in the storage unit or splash him with something mildly corrosive. But Bee has never said thank you (rude), he only ran away as fast as he could.

Bulkhead was on his 147th streak of trying to find Bee when he wandered into an area he surprisingly wasn't in before. It appeared to be some sort of observatory on the far end of the complex, in his curiosity of the place he almost missed the tiny sniffles coming from an upper level.

Sure enough, he found Bee, sitting there all alone right in front of the glass and crying.

"Are you okay?" He gently asked as he quietly approached the minibot which took him offguard. "Do you not understand anything that's said to you- I said leave me alone!" Bee barked back while trying to rub his tears away.

"I don't think you want to be alone right now..." Bulkhead spoke softly, making tiny steps closer to Bee. "Yes I do! N-now get the frag out of my sig-ght!" Frag he was starting to cry harder again, he did not want for this gigantic idiot to stare at him pitifully while he's having another breakdown. He was sure he was gonne start laughing at him any moment...

But to his surprise, Bulkhead sat down next to him and pulled him into the gentlest hug one could give. He even pet his back when the sobs got too big for him to control. Bee pulled away as soon as he regained control of himself, Bulkhead expected him to tell him to frag off like he always does but surprisingly Bee stayed quiet.

Bulkhead initiated a small talk between the two, this time Bumblebee spoke to him. Wasp has gotten very cruel on him this time, going as far as breaking into his assigned room and wrecking a havoc. He even stole some of his things and threw them out somewhere. Bee just couldn't handle it anymore... what was the point of even sticking around if all he was getting is hurt?

"...You look like you need a friend." Bulkhead shyly prompted as Bee continued talking about how miserable he was, he still didn't know why or how he was telling this to a complete stranger. "Why?" Bee asked.

"People need friends! My carrier always said that if you're feeling bad you should always go and talk to your friends to feel better- and it's true! I can tell from experience." Bulkhead explained, the cheery side of him briefly appearing before going back to the more calm and composed expression.

"...I never had a friend." Bee confessed, it was true- he never made any connections with anyone that weren't business or to survive. He never saw any point in it, no one was there for him when he needed it so why would one person be different from the other?

"I can be your friend!" Bulkhead happily said earning Bee looking at him with an unclear expression. Bee glanced from place to place, almost as if he was considering it. Bulkhead... he wasn't like the other bots around the camp; he was friendly and looked after him whenever he could. He even took some hits from Wasp to defend him- something that no one has ever done for him.

After a moment of silence Bee returned his gaze to Bulkhead, this time there was a small glimmed of something hopeful in his optics. "...Will you be my friend?"His voice seemed even tinier than his frame.

Bulkhead only smiled warmly before answering. "Of course!"

From then on, Bee wasn't washing Bulk off everytime he saw him. He still was shy for a while but slowly after some time and talking Bulkhead started to see his real colors; how skilled he was, how funny the jokes he made were and most importantly- how talkative he really was. The sad and distant attitude he usually had was replaced by a jolly and sassy if not slightly cocky one. Bee also started telling him about the bad stuff that was happening instead of keeping it to himself, which resulted in them getting closer.

Bulkhead was surprisingly open about personal things with him. He told him about his life at the family farm and his sparklinghood and stuff he did as a youngling with some other young bots there. Bulkhead's Carrier was a warframe and his Sire was civil frame, which explained his size but not really combat build.

Bee didn't tell him anything from his more personal stuff until later on when they got out of boot camp. It was a slow process, getting to know Bee's past, but Bulkhead was patient and let him share things at his own pace. Eventually he got to learn the life Bee had before joining boot camp; that he ran away from a bad orphanage and lived on the streets barely getting by, that he eventually got a dream job he lost few stellar cycles later, that he never had any family or friends to rely on and Bulkhead was the first one he could call a friend- first one he could somewhat trust. It hurt to know that such awful things happened to such amazing person like Bumblebee- but now they were friends and Bulkhead would never willingly let anything bad happen to him again.

As for the 'Bee finding out what Bulk's first impression of him was' part; i think at some point after they get on Earth they would play a game like 20 questions with Sari and Bulkhead would confess the little secret he kept for decades.

Bee. could not. have felt more betrayed (in a way)- like, is he that bad at being an adult?? I mean of course he's not very adult-y and the youngest of them all (besides Sari) but he is a full-grown adult! The fact Bulkhead literaly NEVER saw a minibot is no excuse! Hmph!

Sari is just laughing her ass off in the corner, lol.

[fraudulent-cheese]

So i watched the first half of ROTI! i don't have many thoughts honestly?

I don't care for Staci, i'll be honest. Her gimmick is repetitive and im glad she got booted first if this was the only thing the writters were gonna do with her. It would be funny if there was a grain of truth to her claims tho.

Dakota's pretty fun and i like the added focus on the interns this season, because let's be honest outside of one "haha the interns keep dying" joke in both TDI and TDWT there isn't much i belive? So yeah

also samkota's cute, idk what to say? God i wish the writters explored Dakota's character before the whole mutation thing.

Honestly all the ROTI girls are great, wish they got more than arcs about which boy they wanted to kiss because MAN ANNE MARIA AND JO ARE GREAT, Jo especially, she's currently my fav of the season. I wish they did more with both of them man!!! I don't like the jabs made about her appearence but i find them fine from Anne Maria specifically? Like yeah she would do that! I wish the girls were fighting for longer!

Dawn's one of the better characters but i wish her conflict with Scott lasted longer than one episode. Same with her friendship with B! What is it with Total Drama and throwing away interesting rivalries the episode they start at?!

B's fine i'll be real. I like how they don't actually make him speak! Other contestants do make jabs about it but like, they're teenagers, and one of them is from Scott and he's kinda shitty so it works lol

SPEAKING OF! Scott's pretty fun! He's not the best antagonist ever but he's fun to watch and that's enough for me rn. He's pathetic and shitty it's great

Team man is also fun, i like Brick especially. Don't like the frequency of the pissing himself jokes tho. Like, i get it! he's a military boy who likes fashion and pisses himself! Do something else!

I don't care for Cameron i'll be real. Neither for Zoey, i wish her flaws were explored more because dang she's judgy in episode 5!

I guess i'll talk about Mike here too? I think he's ok, but man i wish his alters were treated more like people. I don't mean the other contestants, i mean by the show. Svetlana's great for the small amount she's on screen for, and I like Chester and Vito more than i thought i would! Please show explore them a little more! (and, well, to state the obvious, don't call it mpd why did it call it mpd it wasn't even the actual term for it when the show was being written)

My least favorite part is the love triangle tho. It's suffering from a critical case of "Warrior's miscommunication": a miscommunication plotline that could be solved in a single conversation, but the characters involved don't tell anyone because we need to stretch this book to 300 pages! or in this case, the plotline to last the whole season!

I get Mike not wanting to tell Zoey because his whole thing is not wanting to tell people, and Vito not telling Anne Maria because he's fucking dumb and considering his relationship with Anne Maria wasn't in a position where he needed to disclose it, but LIKE!!! COME ON MAN!!! this could be solved so easily and they just,,, didn't. Also why can't Vito still date Anne Maria at the end he's his own person!

i'll be real i think i like the idea that Anne Maria and Vito are still friends they just make-out too, mostly because that's all they really do in the show (and also i like Jomaria more)

OK ENOUGH ABOUT THE SYSTEM MORE ABOUT THE LAST CONTESTANT

I don't care for Lightning oops. He's funny sometimes. The "Jo is a guy" jokes get old quick tho.

THAT'S IT ON CONTESTANT THOUGHTS SO FAR!

The challenges are fine? I think a couple are pretty good (the treasure hunt for instance) but a couple are less good? (the Obstacle Course is eh, i don't really care about the mine one) but honestly i wish they just executed a couple better. Like the Embarrasing questions, climbing the mountain, hell even the relay-race could've honestly been wayyy better than they actually were! At least they're camp related!

But yeah so far ROTI's pretty good, 6/10 with 8/10 characters.

[julien5-malfunction]

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I'm all messed up from thinking that 50/50 I'll be leaving home for about 30h and that time will be 1/3 sitting in trains 1/5 sitting in a bus and the rest is idleing and the thing itself, what I assume to take about 4-5 hours.

As if not scary enough, I'm going alone.

On (possibly) the worst possible day of the hell cycle. (And have it pretty bad but that's my account about it. Pain can hopefully be managed with ibuprofein but I will absolutely shit my guts out too and it's horrible. Usually I feel sick, I can't eat and feel like I'm gonna vomit from the pain... That shit show lasts for some hours and yeah... dread.)

And I'm just frozen in place and I can't think. I should be collecting the things I need for the trip and pack them. Get to bed on time so I can either wake up early enough or cancel the bus tickets on time if shit hits the fan. I wonder if absolute fucking shutdown mode level stress can delay the hellweek, if just by one day it'll be the best case scenario.

I hate that I have no one to talk to and back me up remotely, like text from the bus every half an hour that I'm at a diffirent city again and everything is going ok so far. I'm so fucking scared. I'll be all alone and I tend to go all confused and weak from anxiety, my hands go cold, I freeze on the spot completely and cry.

Kinda un related, medical dread from last night; CW cancer dread, female organs ig

(I googled having pretty extreme hellweek and now I have dread about ovarian cancer bc apparently stuff like that and the other random symptoms and pain I have can be caused by cancer. SO THAT'S NICE. I cried about it last night bc I'm terribly scared of going to the doctors, let alone a gynecologist. I absolutely DO NOT WANT TO go there. I don't want to be poked anywhere inside my underwear, just no. So discusting, I'll feel so abused. But idk if I have an issue of somekind and I don't want to talk about it to anyone bc it's embarrasing af and gender dysphoria af and 'I wanna kms even thinking about it' AF.)

[fategoflatass]

So, I just watched withcindy's video about this whole scandal between BookTok and the Seattle Kraken team and... I have some things to say about all this.

Before we start I want to mention that I'll be touching upon topics such as catcalling, sexism towards men, and grown women not willing to take accountability for their actions. If you find any of these topics upsetting, I would advise you against reading this and hope you have a nice rest of your day.

We'll be talking about Kierra Lewis, a known BookTok member, also known as the woman who keeps on "humorously simping" over the members of the Seattle Kraken team.

She makes this videos with pictures of them in the background while saying things like "Why don't you assist your teammates in scoring all three of my holes?", "What's a sister gotta do to have you crack this back?" or "When you're done playing your little game go spit out that mouthpiece 'cause I got something else to put in your mouth".

Kierra also catcalls them on videos where they're warming up, saying things like "Best believe, after seeing them stretches, I'm going to every hockey practice, every game, early as hell", or "When I saw it [the video] for the first time, me and the kitty was drooling at the same time".

Far from thinking this woman was disgusting and calling her out for sexually harassing their players, the team decided to go along with it and began posting more and more videos of the players so she, and all the other women she had inspired to do such atrocious things, could keep on going. Actually, they even rewarded Kierra inviting her to one of their games and gifting her a personalised jersey.

As I just said, many other women took her as an example and began catcalling the players. Some even took it further and went into their DMs.

It was then when Felicia, one of the team's players' wife, decided to come out and defend her husband stating that "There has been videos and comments made that have crossed the line and sound pretty predatory and exploiting [···] I don't care about the comments about my husband's looks, what doesn't sit with me is when your desires come with sexual harrasment, innapropiate comments and the fact that with the internet we can normalize behavior that would never be okay if we flipped the genders around".

Kierra proceeded to "defend herself" by saying that everything she had done was for entertainment purposes, that it was a TikTok thing and, thus, it shouldn't be taken seriously. Besides, she had gotten the support from other women in these player's lives!

Now again, let's do what Felicia said and flip the genders around. Imagine this is a grown ass man excusing himself from catcalling all these female athletes simply because he "did it for the funsies". And besides, men in their lives were okay with his comments so it's a-okay for him to do whatever he wants!

It isn't funny at all, is it? People would instantly cancel him and every single person who dared support this asshole. But since it's a woman with men, well...

Why don't we just go and harass the victim's wife, shall we?

"You're trying to turn something innocent into something awful because of what's going on in your marriage"

"Imagine being so insecure in your relationship that you have to go on Instagram because YOU went public about how hot your man is, other people agreed, and you didn't like it"

These are some of the comments directed towards Felicia. As you can see, they're accusing her of being insecure about her relationship which... huh? Babe, she's just defending her partner from people who are literally sexually harassing him and his teammates. I think that's actually pretty... decent of her? Pretty human? But eh, not like you would know about ethics, am I right?

There's something that Cindy said about this that I would like to quote. She says "Maybe other people are feeling insecure about being called out for sexual harassment and, instead of being embarrased, they're projecting that onto the woman who called their shit out". YOU 👏 ARE 👏 A 👏 QUEEN 👏 BABE.

There're also other users calling her out saying that Felicia wants to be Y/N so badly, but she can't. And this is where the main problem lays: they don't see Alex (Felicia's husband) as a human being, but as the face of their preferred male protagonists in their Wattpad Y/N stories.

(Besides, Y/N always ends up being the girlfriend/wife of the hockey player. Felicia is, in fact, Alex's wife. So who are the ones who want to be Y/N so badly, but they can't?).

Eventually, the team ended up unfollowing Kierra and deleting the videos after shit got wild. The fact that they waited for so long, though... Honestly, shame on them. Whoever decided it was a good idea to support this woman's wrongdoings, you are disgusting and hope this weights in your concience.

Felicia then releases yet another statement where she mentions that "I wanted my post to be taken for what it was: a request for accountability, respect, boundaries and for people to educate themselves on sexual harrasment, consent and double stardards. It was never my intention [to directly attack Kierra]. [My problem is with] the toxic culture, the problematic following and harassing behavior. We get sent this video [where Alex is stretching] and others on a weekly, if not on a daily basis. Every game I've been to and talked to fans I get in my head about not knowing if these are genuine hockey fans or the people who comment that they masturb#te with his jersey on"

She also mentions this author who's been writing a spicy book with Alex as her inspiration like WTF? This woman was also the one who shared the video I mentioned before, and even had the guts to tag him on it. What a lovely human, isn't she?

The harassment levels were so bad Alex had to come out to defend Felicia stating that "I'm all in for BookTok to write books and fiction about hockey, but the aggresive language about real life players is too much [···] We can all take a joke and funny comments, but when it turns personal and into something bigger that affects our family, we need to tell you we have had enough".

I can only imagine the pain these two people (along with their child/ren) must have been going through just because a bunch of grown ass women cannot accept the fact they're in the wrong thinking that since, and only since, Alex's team is a masculine one, any sort of sexual harassment towards them gets invalidaded.

And that is my main complain with all this shit; double standards and the team players being treated as objects simply because these women have had only considered them as the face of their preferred love interest in whichever Y/N or OC story they've reading or writing.

It's okay if you thirst over fictional characters and whatnot, but it's different when the object of your desires is a real life person. You should then have in mind that they're a breathing human being who has a life, friends, family and even partners. And even if they don't, they'll always have the right to deny consent or to give it and then revoke it whenever they feel like it. And so do the people who surround them.

You have no right to call out Felicia because she was okay with people calling her husband handsome and she now complains about yall's disgusting behavior. Just get down of your high horses and take the fucking accountability y'all been needing for a long ass time.

TL;DR: Have empathy and don't be a perverted fuck. Period.

[a-little-bit-of-ships-in-my-life]

see, i had a dream about Spy x Family.

In my dream, Twilight had found his father. After years of not knowing where he was, if he was still alive or even if he died during the war, he meets him again as Loid Forger.

You see, Twilight is a top tier spy. He can't control his drinking tolerance, he can calm his mind in just one second, he can remember the name of thousands of penguins and even more. He can hide his emotions and be perfect person, the perfect mask. But when he sees his father after so, so long, something just, bursts open. He can't mask the surprise, the emotion, the happiness of seeing his father- his only other family- and seeing him alive, after thinking he was all alone it feels so good. But yes, he's a spy, he can't act and show his emotions, even when he sees him father and just beamed at the thought of him still there.

So he approches to him as Loid Forger. One moment he's with Anya and his father, talking with him about things like they had been acquaintances forever. At some point his father asks him what is his job. And since he's Loid, he tells him he's a psychiatrist. Somehow expecting his father to react about that. It's a lie of course, but the thought of his father showing a little bit of surprise and even happiness or proudness about that lie makes him expected and even excited.

But no, he doesn't do that. His father laughs and starts saying how he doesn't care or think the people like him do actual good. That everybody doesn't understand the difficult life of those who served in war, that the real heroes were the soldiers who spent their life fighting for their country and keep fighting until today for that. A Lawyer, a hall office worker, even a psychiatrist will never know how hard is to keep working to build a better world, for everyone.

And Twilight is speechless.

And it kinda hurst, you know? Because he's not a psychiatrist, or a driver, politician or any of the roles he had done in the past. He's a spy, he's the very same thing his father is talking him about, not only that, but he also was a soldier who fought in the war between the east and west. He has sacrified his life of everyone wellbeing. And it crushs him he can't tell his father that "Hey, i'm your son, the one you thought you left behind during the war. I'm still standing, fighting for me, fighting for a world where no kid will cry, or be afraid, or lose a limb or a relative. I'm the very same thing you talk about." and it's so hard because he can't tell him that without messing everything up. He can't get his father recognition and making him proud and seeing his father proud like the last time he was when he saw him (even tho that was a lie, but not this time)

so he just kinda, deflects in the spot. His father thinks is because of just dissing his job, but the reality is far from the truth

Anya is there, she can read his mind, she saw his father thoughts, and the little pain he's having because of it. And she doesn't like papa suffering. So she just calls for his attention and starts talking

She starts talking about how papa is amazing, how he helps and saves people everytime when he goes to work, how he always sacrifies himself for others and how he's the coolest "psychiatrist" in the world for her. She tells him, and acknowledges his hard work. Even thought her words are talking about Loid Forger, deep inside in that she's actually talking about Twilight, the spy. She tells him that his papa is the most bravest, coolest and the best psychiatrist she had ever meet or will meet.d

and Twilight is quite confused because he had never heard Anya talking about him like that, so highly. So he's quite embarrased but also, something deeps installs in his heart- he feels proud, and happy. Because when he knews she's talking about Loid, somehow his real heart catches that. This family is a lie, but if this family feels proud of him, even if it doesn't the real him, he can take that to his heart and be happy. He feels like all he has done for the future is actually, worth it.

So he thanks Anya, brushes her hair with one hand and smiles slightly at her, without telling her that her words means more that anyone can tell or think.

But she know that, because, well, she read his mind.

That was a nice dream tbh 👍

[thecompany-if]

Referring to this post

MC agreeing:

It's true that being a bilingual it's far easier to express my feelings openly in a foreign language than in my native tounge. It's like: "being an open and extroverted person" in another language and "a rigid,stoic and awkward introvert who feels embarrased to even talk about yourself and how you feel" on your native tounge.

Shout out to my fellow bilinguals and multilinguals out there. We're out here struggling but trying our best 💙

Thalia lets out a hum of thought, legs dangling and swinging from the ledge you and her are sitting from. The noise of metallic beetles that beep and honk and frantic ants of office jobs make their way through the streets and roads down below in a chaotic chorus. A can of soda is in her hand, half empty and lukewarm.

"I guess." She shrugs, her head leaning on your arm, eyes downcast to the view down below. "It feels weird though, like there's no authentic me. I always manage to find another side of me I didn't know could exist."

"I think that just makes you all the more authentic," you say and look down at your Junior, who frowns at your words, "we all have different sides of each other, and we always choose to show which one we want to present."

"So, like some cursed mirror maze?" She looks up at you, raising a brow.

"Well, I was thinking more of a Matryoshka doll, because, you know, layers—"

"You could've just said an onion and I would've understood."

"Yeah, but a Matryoshka doll is more appealing than an onion." You pause, frowning in consideration. "Though I guess the onion metaphor would've been easier to understand."

Thalia snickers, a small grin spreading across her face. "Told you."

[scripomo]

Hunter/golden guard omo headcanons (Toh)

Soo Hunter is my favourite toh character and he is basicly the best character for omorashi in that show so far. Therefore, I have a lot on my mind when it comes to him.

He's deffinitley bladdershy, which is something he would develop during his time at the emperor's coven, it's kinda a part of his trauma

He has a big but weak bladder, so he doesn't need to pee for a long time, but once it happens, he often has troubles holding for long

He's really shy about his need, he would rather die than admit he has to go

When desperate he tries to be subtle with squirming but he totally fails and its obvious he needs to pee

He deffinitley wouldn't ask anyone for help, even if he's at his limit, but he will accept it from someone he really trusts, not without a lot of embarrasment and denying his need though

When he wets he basicly breaks down, often going into panick attacks, especially if somebody saw him do it

if somebody would comfort him he would break down even more and become vulnerable, as well as confused why the person wants to help him

While we are on the topic of pannic attacks, he would often wet himself during those, sometimes just a little, but sometimes his bladder would completly empty

Totally a bedwetter, he would often have nightmares which result in accidents. It would eventualy lead him to avoid sleep to prevent it from happening

Again, sorry for my english, I'm trying my best to make as little mistakes as I can!