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childishfluff · 3 years

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The Feeling Of Family- A MCYT Agere/CGLRE fic (Regressors!SBI+Tubbo and Ranboo, Carer!Philza)

There was a very specific feeling that came to Ranboo when he met up with his internet friends. A weirdly comforting feeling, a reassurance that he had finally found his people.

It came to him with every hug from Tubbo, every teasing ruffle of his hair from Techno, every inappropriate joke he shared with Tommy. It clouded his mind every time he regressed with them, too, he didn't quite know how to describe it. But if he had to put a name to this odd emotion, he'd call it 'the feeling of family'.

A/N: get ready for a looooong ride. This was written over the course of two days, I really hope you guys like it! I haven't dropped a fic thats over 4000 words in a bit, I think. This is inspired loosely by Cypherr's (on ao3!!) fic 'four's a family', that's where I got the idea of Phil just being overwhelmed because there's so many babies to deal w/, so I'm crediting them! Though, this fic is much different then their's, but also please go read their fics they're great- anyways, I hope you enjoy! This fic is kinda (?) in Ranboo's pov (third person but like,,,you see his thoughts), but there's so much going on that it kinda feels like it's jumping around? Sorry for that, I'm used to writing w/a 2 littles max per caregiver ratio, so this was different. I've also never written Phil as a caregiver before besides his brief appearance over in my 'Mister Nook' series. okay I'm done rambling,,,enjoy the fic please!

There was a very specific feeling that came to him when he met up with his friends. A weirdly comforting feeling, a reassurance that he had finally found his people.

In an internet dad, a fellow faceless streamer who used a pig as his icon, a song writer, a bee-loving teenager, and another who was known for wearing red and white. He felt just a bit out of place in this dynamic, SBI were the ones that were close. SBI plus Tubbo wasn't an odd pairing either, and it almost seemed as if Ranboo was only there because Tubbo was.

But that doubt seemed to wash away with the welcoming energy that the car ride to Phil and Kristin's home was filled to the very brim with. Tommy and Wilbur arguing like brothers while Ranboo and Tubbo joked about. The half-joking stern look that Phil gave him through the rear view mirror when he made an inappropriate joke. The soft feeling that Techno teasingly ruffling his hair left in his chest.

This group felt like family.

Of course, he had a perfectly good set of parents back home, but this was different. In a good way, though. This home wasn't his, it was Phil's, but he was surprisingly comfortable here. He was comfortable with his close friends.

"Breakfast is ready!"

He jolted awake with a slight shock when he heard knocking and shouting outside of the door of the room he was staying in, the noise startling him from his sleep. He rubbed at his eyes and stretched his arms above his head as the sleepiness started fading from his mind, clocking the voice as Tommy's as he processed his surroundings. It was his second day at the Philza Minecraft's, the first being made up of mostly content creation.

They had all been shown to their respective guest rooms late last night after quite a few movies and a half-asleep conversation full of laughing and heartfelt emotions. Today was supposed to be a chill day, and the next they'd be exploring the area just around Phil and Kristen's home. It was Ranboo's second time in the UK, and just like last time, he wanted to explore and get a feel for the place he'd be temporarily living in.

He fished some clothes out of his suitcase, pulling them on and discarding his pajamas in a white laundry hamper he had been given for that exact purpose. Then, he sat on the bed, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it. He chuckled as he saw a picture of their entire group with a fan they had run into the day prior, just after he was picked up from the airport, remembering how many similar ones had been taken during his last meet up.

He thought back to the months he spent at Tubbo's house just a while ago, it was one of the funnest parts of his life if he was honest, and now he was right back in the UK for another long meet up. This one was supposed to be a month, at least. SBI and the Bee Duo all under one roof for an entire month! Twitter had freaked out completely when they heard of this arrangement.

During his last trip to the UK, he found out something interesting after revealing something about himself to Tubbo. He admitted to his habit of age regressing to his friend during a late night conversation, only to be met with a 'me too' and then being asked if he wanted to call some friends. This response had confused him, but he said agreed, figuring that there had to be some logic to this.

And after an hour long conversation with Techno, Tommy, Wilbur, and Phil, he learned about an ongoing secret dynamic between the group. Tommy, Tubbo, Phil, and Wilbur were all also regressors. This was a lot of information to process at around 6 am during an all-nighter, but he was glad to know he wasn't alone.

Almost immediately after finding out about his headspace, Phil insisted on taking care of him, messaging him more often and helping him regress over video calls. And over the process of a few weeks, Ranboo had been officially added to the group of littles Phil cared for regularly.

The man took the time to learn his headspace range, things that upset him, how to deal with him when he did misbehave (though the occasion was rare, especially compared to someone like Little Tommy), all in the name of making sure he was cared for. It was sweet, really, and sometimes the boy felt bad for all the man did for him.

He pushed these thoughts away as he heard his name called by his father figure from the kitchen. He groaned, exiting off of Twitter and making his way out of the room and down the hallway, through the living room and into the kitchen. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he mumbled, still tired. He took his seat between Tommy and Tubbo after entering the kitchen/dining area and was quite overwhelmed with the amount of greetings and 'good morning!'s' he got all at once.

"How'd you sleep, hun?" he smiled when he heard Kristin's voice, humming a bit, settling on responding to her instead of facing the rest of the ongoing chaos in the kitchen.

"Pretty good, I think. Still waking up, though," he admitted. He watched the woman bring a plate over to him, setting a stack of pancakes in front of him. "Thank you."

Before she got the chance to respond, Tommy was shouting all to loud for how early it was in the morning. He sounded whiny, too. "Why does he get his first? I was awake before him," he complained, earning a response from Wilbur as he entered the room, his obviously messy hair temporarily contained by a beanie.

"Maybe because he's not throwing a fit over everything like you are," He made his way over to the table as Phil shot the both of them a look. Ranboo minded his own business, digging into his food, he knew that he wasn't in trouble. The brown haired man sat next to Tommy, leaning back in his seat casually.

"Will, be nicer to your brother. And Tommy, be patient, or else both of you will be put in timeout the moment we finish eating." he threatened, half joking.

"What?" Tommy said, sounding shocked as his eyes went wide.

"I second that, none of us are little!" Tubbo finally spoke up after laughing at the situation the whole time.

"Tom-tom here is sure acting like a baby, though," Wilbur teased, sitting back up to ruffle the blond's hair, continuing even when the younger whined and attempted to shove his hand away. He only retracted it when Phil gave him another stern look.

"Stop teasing him and eat your food," he told him as Kristin brought over plates for Tommy and Wilbur. "Where's Techno?" Phil seemed like he wanted to continue talking to Wilbur, but was distracted when he noticed that someone was missing. Wilbur smirked, sticking his tongue out to Tommy, as if bragging about being let off the hook.

Even Ranboo could admit, even out of headspace, everyone seemed to fill their roles in the family dynamic well. Wilbur was the cocky middle brother who somehow simultaneously gets in the most trouble and gets away with everything, Techno is the oldest who's mostly calm but will join in on the antics when it seems fun, and Tommy's the youngest who will play the 'innocent' card at any chance he could get.

Ranboo and Tubbo's exact roles were a bit undecided, but they seemed to consist of a lot of watching the scene play out and somehow getting dragged into an argument they had nothing to do with. Phil acted as their dad, who kept peace between everyone and tried to keep things calm, while Kristen played the role of a sweet mother-type figure.

When they were little, it was a bit different, but the general feeling of family remained the same.

After a few chaotic minutes of gathering everyone up and calming everyone down, they were all sitting around the table and talking in a much more civil manner. Things got loud once again only a few minutes later when Tommy knocked over his cup of orange juice.

"Sorry!" he squeaked, "I didn't mean to!" he defended, looking up at Phil apologetically. He immediately seemed much younger, a light pout on his lips as he apologized for his clumsiness.

"It's alright, Toms." the man assured, flashing a soft smile to let the regressor know that he was alright, reaching for the paper towels across the table. In just a few moments it was like there was never a spill in the first place. "Can you get him a sippy cup, please?" he asked Kristin, who immediately set off to get the requested item.

"I told you he was a baby," Wilbur spoke up next, predictably earning protests from the clearly regressing boy next to him.

"I'm not a baby!" the younger cried, looking to his other "Techno, tell him I'm not a baby!"

"I mean, only babies need sippy cups," the other man leaned a bit closer the table, his words causing the teenager's eyes to widen.

"Can't Kristin just refill dis one?" he questioned, holding up the cup he had knocked over and looking to Phil hopefully.

"Sorry, buddy, I just don't want you to make another mess." Phil sighed, shooting a disappointed look towards Wilbur and Techno. Ranboo sunk further into his seat, trying to avoid getting pulled into the conflict. He wasn't sure how the others could handle Phil's 'disappointed look' so easily, the boy was very much scared of it.

"I'm not gonna!" Tommy whined, practically glaring at the cup that was set in front of him a moment later. He huffed and crossed his arms, refusing to drink or eat anything.

"This is what happens when you make fun of him, he gets all insecure and stubborn," Tubbo groaned, rolling his eyes as if they had been through this process a million times over.

"Tubbo's right, apologize to him," the oldest man ordered. Wilbur and Techno looked at him as if this suggestion was completely outrageous, so he added, "Now."

"Okay, okay!" Wilbur gave in, sounding defensive, "I'm sorry, Toms. You're not a baby."

"Really?" he lowered his arms, finally uncrossing them.

"No, you're just clumsy and we're sorry for making fun of you for it," Techno sounded very reluctant, but he followed Phil's orders. After these apologies, the rest of breakfast went fairly smoothly. By the end of it, Tommy was very obviously fully regressed and making a useless attempt to hide it.

It was a fairly often occurrence that Tommy slipped just for fun, acting and being treated like a kid was something he just liked. He got to be the annoying little brother and watch cartoons while he did it, it was a win-win across the board.

But Phil and Kristin knew, that whenever one of them slipped over their voice chats, anyone else in the discord call would too. And now, they were all actually together under one roof, so he was sure he'd have five littles to deal with by noon at latest.

As predicted, all of the boys ended up in littlespace, slipping one after another like a line of dominoes getting knocked over. After some reassurance from Phil, Tommy allowed himself to slip, and he dragged his best friend into a game of pretend. And the two toddler minded teenagers decided they wanted to play with Techno and Ranboo as well, and Wilbur soon followed when Phil babied him a bit to much.

At first, it was quite loud, and there was a lot of conflict and disagreements between the boys. Eventually, after everyone but Ranboo had managed to get in some sort of trouble, Phil sat the boys down to watch cartoons. Tommy, Tubbo, and Wilbur were out like a light one episode in. Wilbur was in babyspace, he always needed extra sleep, and Tommy tired himself out by crying when he assumed Phil was upset with him.

Tubbo, however, was just tired. No excuse, that's just how he was sometimes.

Ranboo and Techno were older then the rest of them, and far more behaved, so they didn't get quite as much attention earlier in the day. Phil was quite busy comforting Wilbur and trying to keep Tommy and Tubbo in check, and it didn't help that Kristin had to leave the house. To make up for this, Phil wanted to do something special with them while the other three took their mid-day naps.

After a while of Ranboo and Techno watching cartoons, trying to stay quiet so that their friends could sleep peacefully, Phil spoke up.

"Boys, quietly follow me," he whispered, managing to get out from under from where Wilbur was laying cuddling up to him without waking the boy up. Techno and Ranboo glanced at each other, seemingly confused but intrigued. They scrambled to get up, following their caregiver into the kitchen.

"What are we doin', dada?" Techno questioned once they entered the other room. They had left the cartoons on, so Phil was fairly sure they wouldn't be able to hear what was going on in the kitchen.

"You guys are gonna be my little helpers for snack time, okay? I got some special treats and such for everyone and we need to put everything together before everyone gets up!" the man explained in a quiet but excited tone, speaking even quieter as if his next words were a secret, "And if you guys do a good job, I'll even give you an extra cookie."

Ranboo's face immediately lit up, and he bounced on his feet as he awaited more instructions. Phil specifically chose him and Techno out of all of them, they must be special. It was like a super secret mission, just for them!

"So we're all gonna have fruit and vegetables before we get to the sweets," he continued on, going over the fridge and pulling out various fruits and vegetables, "Techno, could you wash the strawberries and blueberries for me?" he asked.

"Mhm!" he agreed, excited to be able to help. It seem weird that Phil's idea of "something special" was just putting them to work, it was more about the idea of making them feel special. They were more well behaved then everyone else, so they got extra time with Phil and a cookie.

"What do I get to do?" Ranboo questioned. He watched as Technoblade took the containers with the fruit he was told to wash over to the sink.

"Are you big enough to pour drinks for everyone?" he questioned, pulling various new sippycups and bottles from a hidden spot in one of the cabinets. The two littles gasped, completely distracted from their tasks, "Yes, some of these are for you two." he chuckled at their excitement, coming over to Ranboo and holding out a simple but cute black and white sippy cup.

"I thought maybe you could put stickers on it," Phil explained. The boy nodded quickly, practically attacking him in a hug. "Okay, go on, get to work now." he said, motioning over to the counter where the rest of them sat.

As requested, they got to work. Techno helped wash the fruit and put then on their plates, while Ranboo filled the sippy cups and bottles with whatever drink each one of them liked best. His demise came when he tried to sneak soda into his sippy cup without asking, and he managed to spill it all over the counter.

"Uh oh! Spill on aisle Ranboo!" Phil joked, grabbing the paper towels and running over to help. Immediately, the boy panicked. He was the well behaved one, and Phil was gonna find out that he was trying to be sneaky! His guilt was obviously clear to the caregiver, because the next thing he said was, "Don't worry, accidents happen."

The gentle and reassuring tone he used only made him feel worse. It only took the man a moment to actually realize what the boy had been pouring into the cup. "Ranboooo," the caregiver held out his words, sounding disappointed, "You know that you could've asked for soda if you really wanted it, right? You've been so good all day, I would've given it to you."

"Really?" he asked, pouting when the man took the cup and dumped the liquid in the sink. He then ripped paper towels from the roll and wiped up the remainder of the drink from the counter.

"Yeah, I would've," Phil affirmed, "But trying to sneak around me isn't okay. You told me you were putting juice in here. That's lying, and I know for a fact that you're big enough to know that's not allowed. " he tsked, causing Ranboo to look down at his feet.

"M' sorry," he mumbled, ready to cry over such a small thing. He knew what he was doing was dumb, Phil rarely let them have sweets like that when they were small due to the fact that they got hyper.

"Don't cry, sweetheart, you're not in trouble," the man assured with a sigh, softening his tone immediately, rinsing the cup out as he spoke. Ranboo still felt bad, despite the gentle reassurance. He glanced up to see the man filling his cup with his favorite drink besides the over sugary soda: strawberry lemonade. "Here you go." he tightened the lid onto it and held it out for him.

"Sorry, dada," he apologized again, his eyes still glassy as he took it in his hands. Phil sighed a bit, opening his arms and pulling him close.

"You're okay, buddy, I promise you." he spoke gently, "Little boys make mistakes sometimes, it's alright." The man knew that while Ranboo might've been regressed to an older age, he was still quite sensitive, and he always felt overly bad whenever he got in trouble. Even if he had managed to get away with sneaking the soda, he would've owned up to what he did guiltily after just a few sips of the drink.

That's just how he was.

"M' all done!" Techno's voice interrupted them as he finished placing the snack-filled plates in their spot at the table, besides their respective sippy cups. Phil pulled away from the other regressor and ruffled his hair, smiling at him before addressing the other little.

"Good job, honey. You're such a good helper," he complimented, before looking back to Ranboo. "And so are you." he reminded. Ranboo giggled a bit, feeling happiness well up in his chest at the praise despite any childish guilt. The giggles only increased when his caregiver tapped the button of his nose, causing him to scrunch it up.

Once he was sure that Ranboo was alright, or at least doing a bit better, he gave them their next instructions. One good thing about Ranboo was that it was easy to sway his emotions to the more positive end if it was done before any tears came. "Take your seats and eat, I'm gonna wake up your brothers and have them pick up their toys from earlier, then they'll join you." he told them, before leaving the room.

Technoblade's eyes followed Phil as he exited the room, and he waited until he was sure he was out of earshot to say anything. "Psst, 'anboo," Techno leaned close to the table, grabbing the other boy's attention.

"Wha'?" he questioned, popping a grape in his mouth and tilting his head in curiousity.

"We should scare daddy when he comes back in! It'll be so cool," he suggested, "We can wait by the door and jump out!"

"Hmm...," Ranboo looked over to where the other pointed, considering his options, "We 'posed to be eatin'." he pointed out, shaking his head.

"We won' get in trouble, it's just playin' round," he tried to sound convincing. It seemed to work, because Ranboo reconsidered, before hesitantly nodding. He grabbed one more grape and his sippy cup before standing up, Techno leading him over to the entrance of the room. They were concealed behind the wall on either side of the doorway.

They listened Phil woke the others up and helped them put the toys away, excitement ramping up as they waited. To their shock, Tommy entered first, fully ready to greet him in his usual loud tone. Techno quickly put his finger to his lip, shaking his head to signal him to be quiet. Tommy's eyes widened as he realized what was happening, deciding to duck behind the with his older brother.

It was then that Phil entered, carrying Wilbur. The boys jumped out from their spots, exclaiming different variations of "boo!" and "AHH!", breaking out into giggles immediately after. Wilbur squeaked, the sound startling him a bit, but he didn't seem upset. "Well hello, little ones," Phil chuckled, "If I remember correctly, you boys are supposed to be at the table."

"Jus' wanted to scare you! We go eat now," Techno assured, taking Tommy's wrist in his hand and pulling him over to the table. Ranboo however, peeked behind Phil to see if Tubbo was coming.

"Where Tubs at?" he pulled on Phil's shirt before he could walk away, whining a bit.

"He had a bit of an accident," the man admitted, "He's a bit smaller now, but he'll be out soon, okay?"

"Okay..." he trailed off, looking out into the living room, completely set on standing there until his best friend was able to join him.

"How about you head over to the table, kiddo?" his caregiver questioned, earning a pout from the little. "Okay, okay, you can wait here for him!" he decided, figuring there was nothing wrong with it. With a forehead kiss, Phil left him at the doorway.

"Tubbo! We gots apple slices for you!" he rambled excitedly when his friend finally did arrive, running towards him and grabbing his hand. He started to pull him further into the kitchen, but the mentally younger of the two stumbled a bit, seemingly clumsier then he was earlier in the day.

Ranboo realized that he had a pacifier in his mouth now, and he saw Phil replacing his sippy cup with a bottle out of the corner of his eye. He had worked hard to put apple juice in that sippy cup, he thought, pouting a bit.

"M' sorry, didn' mean to make you almost fall! We can go slow," he decided, earning a thankful smile from the other regressor. "Are you gonna say anything?" he asked, walking beside him. As they approached the table, Phil replied for the boy.

"He's a bit younger, bud, he might not be up for talking," he explained, "You know what it's like to be so little that you feel like a baby. Can we all be understanding? He's only a bit older then Wilbur at the moment." "

Tubbo seemed quite embarrassed as he sunk into his seat, pulling his pacifier from his mouth to eat his food. There were sounds of agreement around the table. Ranboo was curious as to what exactly made Tubbo slip so much younger then he usually did, but he didn't voice this curiosity, settling on eating his food in favor of not embarrassing his friend anymore then he already was. .

"These are yucky!" Tommy claimed, pushing his plate with carrots and ranch away from him.

"You like carrots and ranch, what are you talking about?" Phil sounded tired and just a bit annoyed.

"Don' want em," he shook his head, whining just as he had that morning when Wilbur teased him.

"If you eat them you'll get a cookie," the caregiver bribed.

"What type of cookie?" the toddler minded boy squinted his eyes, as if considering this, as if it was a negotiation of sorts.

"Sugar cookie, chocolate chip, I think we have Oreos too...whatever you could want," this definitely caught the boys interest.

"Chocolate chip?" his eyes went wide with excitement, which was only intensified when Phil nodded. Immediately, he uncrossed his arms and pulled his plate back towards him. Phil seemed satisfied with this, ruffling his hair.

The boys were still waking up, so Phil asked them to talk about their elaborate games from earlier in the day to keep them occupied. So, as they ate their snacks, they giggled about imaginary wars and adventures and argued over who won their dramatic plastic sword duels. Eventually, the caregiver gave them their promised sweets before sending them back off to play.

"Ranboo, you left your sippy cup in the kitchen," Phil tapped the boy's shoulder and distracted him from his game of peek-a-boo with Tubbo. He quickly discovered that his friend seemed much to little to participate in any games he'd usually play, so he did what he always saw Phil do with Wilbur: play a simpler one.

It was obviously much more entertaining for the littler of the two, but Ranboo was happy to hear his friend's giggles and squeaks. "Oh! Thanks, dada!" the boy reached up to take his sippy cup from the caregiver as he was sitting on the floor and Phil was standing. Ranboo gasped when he took a drink, feeling bubbles on his tongue.

Immediately, Phil put a finger to his lips and gave him a warning look. This made the boy giggle a bit as he nodded, understanding the signal. "Thank you!" he repeated, smiling when his hair was ruffled softly. The moment didn't last long, Tommy called Phil over for something, and it was back to peek-a-boo with his best friend.

Ranboo didn't mind it, though, peek-a-boo was fun. Being with everyone was fun, even if it meant he got a bit less attention due to there being so much going on. It all evened out, he got to be a snack time helper! And he got an extra cookie! If you asked him, that was pretty awesome.

In the next few days, they'd all get back into making more collaborative content, as that was the point of this meet up, but for now, it was just time to play. To spend time together, to cuddle, and giggle, and make far to much noise in the name of fun. To just be a family.

That was the specific feeling that came to Ranboo with this meet up. The comforting feeling that bubbled in his chest whenever he got a forehead kiss or his hair ruffled by Phil, or when he played babyish games with his friends when they regressed younger then him.

This was the thing that clouded his mind whenever he regressed with this group specifically, or when they were in the car, joking about anything and everything as they got closer and closer to their destination. A feeling that consistently made his life better, the feeling that brought a smile to his face everyday...

The Feeling of Family.

A/N: I really hope you liked that adorable mess of 4500 words! I appreciate reblogs and likes, but no matter what, thanks for reading to the end! Did you like the chaotic feeling that five littles/so many people brought into my fic? I kinda had to switch up my normal formulas to make room for so many characters, there's a reason I literally put three character to sleep halfway through the fic hjsikajsa. Did I write Phil well? I tried to portray how a caregiver w/so many littles would act somewhat realistically? Kind of overwhelmed but managing. Also, did you like me portraying ranboo as 'the angle little' of the group? idk I felt like it fit his personality in the scenario. If you reply with/send an ask/reblog with feedback, you can answer those questions, leave a request for something (whether it be in the universe father into the month-long meetup timeline I set up or just another fic), state your general opinions on the fic, or just leave a strand of emojis if words are hard. No matter what, it means a lot! I hope you all have a great day!!!!

#agere #agere writing #mcyt agere #dsmp agere #little!sbi #little!tommyinnit #little!ranboo #little!tubbo #little!wilbur #little!technoblad #little!wilbursoot #cg!philza #dadza #minecraft #age regression #CGLRE #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 3 years

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Me, opening tumblr to catch a small break from my essays: Just going to relax a bit Also me: reading your metas/answers and forgetting what was I about to write in my essays cause my head is full of thoughts regarding bnha 😅😅

I love how you stressed that Bakugo is still a kid, a teenager. This is one of the main reasons why I like his character story/plot. I've seen a lot of posts where people go "you forgive Bakugo easily but not Endevor, they're basically the same", which I heavily disagree. Bakugo is still a child, he's still growing up and still has a lot to learn. And as far as I can see from the story, no adult has stopped to help him or even talk to him about his behaviour. The only adult that "did something" is All Might when he hugged Bakugo and was sorry that he didn't see his pain earlier - and that was it, no further development.

The fact is Bakugo probably would have turned into Endevor if it wasn't for Deku and the other kids. He's a kid who needs support, he's a kid who is still learning how to address his emotions in a healthy way, he's a teenager in the middle of a war and one of the few who can actually help end the war. And it really is realistic to me that he didn't go full 180, that he didn't change completely overnight. Of course he's gonna shout and behave like before cause he's still learning to change that part of him - it's a slow process, it takes time, it takes practice if you will. And currently, in the middle of a war, he doesn't have a lot of time to sit down and reflect when they could go fight at any moment.

For me Bakugo is a teenager who saw what he would have become and is willing to change before things turned worse, while Endevor is an 40+ adult/a family man who needs to face the consequences of his actions and behaviour cause it became too late and things were already at their worst.

I don't want to anger anyone with my ask, just wanted to share my opinion on Bakugo's ^^

😭💕✨ I'm so glad you like my blog!!!!!!

Having mutuals telling me so makes me feel all warm and happy. I'll never get tired of that!

And yes, I love Bakugou a lot. I can even see him struggling with anger the rest of his life, because feelings and experiences don't dissappear like that. However, I think Bakugou had started to build alternatives.

Besides, the chapter itself is telling us there's a regression on the behavior of the characters. Tomura, Toshinori, Bakugou... Those are examples of characters who are persistent in their mistakes, for example. I think this is an important chapter in terms of showing how, without Deku, the things would be the same.

What Tomura, Bakugou and Toshinori all have in common is Deku in their lives, willing to help them and save them how many times it takes.

And I think that's another wonderful thing for people who struggle a lot with their mental health and their mistakes. Many worry about people losing faith in them eventually. And it takes to the old thought of "so why am I even trying?" this is a trope we see a lot in manga and anime. A character worried to not be worthy and a character willing to show them they are, by not giving them up.

I'm really glad I've started watching bnha. It has brought to my life a lot of comfort. I'm in love with these characters because I love how much they imply and how much people can drain through them, relate to them. It's magical.

#Shan's asks #Shan's mha opinions #Shan's bnha opinions #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #Bakugou katsuki #Midoriya Izuku #Deku #Toshinori Yagi #Shigaraki Tomura #Shimura Tenko

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c-is-for-circinate · 4 years

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Okay, so I’ve got way more reactions to P5 Strikers for a longer post later, but I want to keep playing, so I’m recording some thoughts and predictions after the first boss (and all the cutscenes thereafter) before they get derailed or confirmed by later events.

This is going to be a story about cycles of violence, I suspect. On the whole, I really liked how the game handled that with Alice: what happened to her was terrible and traumatic, and in no way excuses what she did in return. And Ann was still desperate to save her. I’m hoping we see more of that: understanding and also condemning, all folded in together.

Oh!!! And as I’m writing this, I’m thinking about how that ties in thematically with what I suspect may be the deal with jails and monarchs. See, palaces, we know from Yaldabaoth, were jails in their own sense--prisoners kept in isolation from the general population of Mementos and the Prison of Regression, shunted over into their own private little pocket dimensions where they could rule whatever they wanted. (And I have some more complex thoughts thoughts about the specific ways that system enables further violence by rewarding bad behavior, in terms of Yaldie’s motives and also reflections of the real world, but that’s another post for another day.) This, on the other hand, feels far more like the entire jail system is just big sprawling pocket remnants of that universal prison complex with all the wardens gone. Now individual shadows have clawed their way up to becoming monarchs over their own pockets, but being queen of your own jail still makes you in jail. The monarchs of these places, I suspect, will all be prisoners of their own pasts and the violence that taught them to turn to violence, which is a thematically cool way to do this and I like it.

Actually, framing it that way is making the whole concept of a cycle-of-violence P5 game grow on me. One of the things I honestly liked about the original P5 was that, with one notable exception, we never once gave a shit about the tragic backstories of the villains we took down. Sure, we’d learn a bit about them when we stole the Treasures, sometimes, but it didn’t really matter--because the important thing about each antagonist was the harm they are doing now, not forgiving them because of the harm done to them in the past. So I had a little bit of concern that this seeming reversal of that trend might veer off into too much sympathy for the aggressors, bur I’m thinking (I’m hoping) that what we’re actually getting is a look at how systematic violence can turn victims into further oppressors. And given that P5 was always a game about systematic violence, this ends up feeling like a natural progression rather than undercutting the original concept. Heck yes.

Speaking of systems of violence: yep, I am using social justice lingo when talking about this game, and no I do not think I am projecting or reading too far into it, because damn is P5S not remotely fucking around with how it feels about cops. Like, Zenkichi Hasegawa aside (and oh boy do I have thoughts on him), dear god do I love Haru sweet smile ‘Sorry, we just despise the police, is all!’ Okumura. Meanwhile, our hordes of faceless trash mob enemies are literally vaguely police-shaped Shadows in riot gear. We spent a major battle blowing up cop cars. Like. Persona 5 said prison abolition, to the tune of spending our entire game trying to break out of our metaphorical Velvet Room prison and boss-battling our final endgame through the cognitive prison of all society. P5 Strikers apparently said, ‘you know, we were too subtle last time, and also Fuck The Police.’

Okay and actually let’s talk about ol’ Zenkichi there (hell yes, team, you go right ahead calling this adult authority figure by his given name with no honorifics even in the original Japanese, I support you). My hope at this point is that we get his development as a parallel to the same things we’re seeing in these jail monarchs: as part of a cycle of violence. He’s clearly got some backstory if we’re meant to care about him this much, and it led him to this place of becoming a cop out of a desire to help or to hurt or whatever, but the road he followed brought him to this role of an authority figure with no issue manipulating, using, threatening, and borderline abusing his power over teenagers. (I say ‘borderline’ because he hasn’t moved beyond threats yet, but it’s pretty clear he wouldn’t mind doing so if necessary--we saw him beat up a drunk, so yep.) Which, can we talk about the parallels between that scene and Akira’s original confrontation with Shido? Drunk man harassing a woman, drunk man ends up on the ground. Except: Akira was alone on a dark street with only the three of them there, and Hasegawa’s surrounded by people who could intervene, help, or even side against him in court if anyone cared what they had to say. Except the drunk office-worker is clearly unimportant and unthreatening, while Shido was forceful in pride and anger even while drunk. Except Shido’s victim was terrified, while Ann is mostly just disgusted, surrounded by friends, in very little actual danger. And Akira never touched him, never pushed him, just took one step up to try and help. Zenkichi Hasegawa provoked a mostly-harmless drunk into attacking him for the excuse to punch him unconscious on purpose. Akira’s Shido flashback was framed in every way to show us the ways our protagonist was powerless. Zenkichi’s scene parallels it to show us a dozen different ways this man is powerful and unafraid to use it--not just against those he deems unworthy, but also, if he so chooses, over those he saves. I am really enjoying this guy as a character. Every single time the PTs have no use for his shit, I cheer. Him being unbalanced by the metaverse is glorious, and please let Morgana continue to freak him out by existing and Haru continue to freak him out with sweet, pleasant smiles while talking about how she’s very sorry, it’s simply that all cops are bastards, for the rest of the game. (Additional note: @errant-light and I have been watching and talking about a whole bunch of Fullmetal Alchemist lately, and apparently Hasegawa’s Japanese VA is also Roy Mustang. Which has just been a delightful detail re: this guy’s manipulative bastardry, because in some ways I am pretty sure the mass-murdering war criminal version of this character is the better person.)

Alice as a really obvious parallel to Kamoshida is interesting, I think. Even to the point of being a king and queen ruling a castle--and don’t think I didn’t see that “Birdcage of Lust” label! I don’t love having a pretty young social media influencer as our sin of lust (but even that’s complicated, because Alice was pretty clearly caged and abused for daring to feel lust in the first place, NOT for preying on people, except that then she did get predatory and it’s all a little thorny and not especially kink-positive). I do have a lot of feelings about Shujin as this place where Kamoshida abused and preyed on people with total abandon, while Alice was demonized for daring to even look at boys in the wrong way. I really wonder if they ever met. It’s a cool counterpoint, and a really cool counterpoint to Ann, who was likewise a victim of that school and refused to let it turn her into an abuser herself. (I have a LOT of feelings about Ann right now.) I’m really hoping future jail monarchs continue to mirror palace rulers in interesting ways. In theory, next up is vanity, and gosh knows there’s plenty to fuck around with in playing against Yusuke’s lonely artistic yearning to be understood. I’m very excited.

Apparently, the internet says this game takes 35 hours to play. Me and my 21-hour playtime so far have some Opinions About That.

#C plays persona #persona 5 strikers #what if I just became a persona blog #persona 5 #NO SPOILERS IN THE NOTES PLEASE

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agerestorybits · 4 years

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WAIT YOU CAN SEE US???

This was bad. Thomas had no idea what he had done but Nico wasn’t really talking anymore? And was just...looking around?

Ok.. this was bad.

“This does not seem to be going well.” Logan said popping up.

Nico looked over and froze as he saw Logan. He looked between Thomas and Logan confused. “Two of you?”

Logan and Thomas looked at each other. Logan waved his hand and Nico waved back.

“Interesting.” Logan said.

“Wait wait wait he can see you!?” Roman asked, showing up as well.

“Three!” Nico said then seemed proud of himself. His voice was higher.

“Greetings! I am Prince Roman!” Roman said as calmly as he could,(which wasn’t very calm.)

“I am Logan.”

“Patton!” Patton added popping up.

Thomas sat panicking...So of course Virgil joined the group. Nico was staring at all of them.

Thomas shifted in his seat. “This is...going to be hard to explain. It’s kind of a secret.”

Nico’s smile faded at the word secret. “Oh…” He looked down and blinked before looking up again.

“Weren’t there...I think I need some sleep.” Nico muttered. His voice back to normal.

Logan waved his hand in front of Nico’s face. He didn’t respond. “A temporary event.”

“What?”

“He can’t see us anymore?” Patton asked, disappointed.

Thomas cleared his throat. “Well...it is getting late.”

Nico agreed and they said their goodbyes. Thomas had a lot to think about.

---

The next time that happened Thomas had invited Nico over to play some video games. (What games? Frick I don’t know man. They can be playing whatever.)

Nico won. (Whatever it was.) And turned to see people sitting on the couch behind them. “Hi!” He waved.

Virgil tensed, “Can he see us again?”

“Yup!” Nico said.

“Oh….”

“Nice to see you again Kiddo! Or...you seeing us again!” Patton said.

Nico nodded. Thomas was panicking. “Alright. So...you can see them sometimes. Great.”

Nico blinked, “Don’t worry. I can keep a secret.” He put a finger to his lips. He seemed...younger.

“Are you ok?” Thomas asked.

“Oh...yeah.” Nico’s smile dropped again. “I should go…”

“Why? We were just having fun!” Roman said.

“Roman. If he has somewhere he needs to be he should go.” Logan said.

Nico tensed, “It’s...a secret…”

“Oh.”

Nico thought about it, “Promise you won’t tell?” He said hopefully.

“Promise!” Roman said quickly.

“Roman!”

“I...well sometimes I...get….younger.” Nico said in halting speech.

“You mean age regression?” Logan asked.

Nico nodded and pulled his knees to his chest. “Yeah.”

Patton knelt down next to him, “Hey it’s ok! You aren’t alone.”

He looked to Virgil who shifted in his seat, “I do that too.”

“Wait what?” Thomas said.

“It’s to help you ok!?” Virgil snapped. He took a breath. “It makes me...calmer.”

Roman wanted to say something but thought better of it.

“So maybe we can have a play date sometime!” Nico said excitedly.

Virgil smiled, “Yeah...I mean. If it’s ok with Thomas.”

“Aaaaaa…..Sure?”

Nico hugged him, “thanks!”

The remaining hesitation Thomas had faded. “No problem.”

---

“Are you alright?” Nico asked as Thomas stopped talking in the middle of a sentence to look over to the side.

At his side, Nico realized.

“Yeah yeah just...Roman and Virgil showed up.” Thomas said.

“Oh...I um...can’t see them right now.” Nico said.

Virgil crossed his arms, “awww.” He was regressed at the moment.

“You’ll be able to play later.” Thomas promised.

“Yeah..I wonder why I only see them when I’m...little.” Nico said.

“Childish imagination!” Roman suggested.

“That’s a horrible Idea.” Someone said from behind them.

“Oh..Janus…” Roman said awkward.

“Hi.” Virgil said, waving.

Janus was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. “What’s all this about us being seen?”

“Not now.” Thomas said.

“What?” Nico asked.

“Just...someone else showed up.” Thomas said.

“Roman or Logan?” Nico asked.

“Ah..no. It’s someone else.”

“Geez how many sides do you have?” Nico asked.

“Two more...that I know of.” Thomas muttered the last bit.

“Oh. Well maybe I can meet them next time.”

Thomas’s eyes widened, “That’s...not a great idea.” Janus frowned as Thomas continued. “I mean...They aren’t the best people.”

Janus sunk out.

Nico stared at him, “They’re part of you. They can’t be that bad.”

“You have no idea.”

---

Nico was nervous and excited. After all this was his first play date as a little...and it wasn’t with a real person….not that he didn’t think of them as real!

He let himself slip a little into his headspace before knocking. Thomas opened the door, dressed in his polo shirt and glasses….wait..

“Hi Logan.” Nico said.

Logan smiled, “Hello Nico. Please come in.”

Nico stepped inside.

Janus watched as Nico played with Virgil on the floor. He was careful to stay hidden in the shadows so that he couldn’t see him.

“They aren’t the best people…”

Normally that comment wouldn’t hurt, but Janus was more sensitive when he was little. He sat higher up on the stairs hugging his knees watching. He really really wanted to go meet Nico but…

No He had to stay hidden. He could let the others see him like this. Unlike Virgil, he shapeshifted to match his age. He didn’t mean too! It just...happened.

So he was stuck as a toddler. With the mindset to match.

“Who’s that?” Nico asked. Janus snapped his head over to see Nico pointing at him.

“Wha...janus?!?” Patton said.

Janus bolted up the stairs and hid in the hallway closet. This was bad! He stared crying.

“Hey hey it’s ok little snake.” Remus said picking him up. Janus curled up in his arms.

“I not good...an seen me!” Janus explained.

Remus frowned. “Well let’s go say hi!”

“No!”

Remus ignored him and went downstairs anyway. “IS he ok?” Patton asked.

“Why is he...small?” Thomas asked.

Janus hissed at them. Nico beamed, “He’s so cute!”

Everyone froze. “What?”

“What?”

“WHAT?”

“Can I hold him?’ Nico asked. Remus wordlessly handed him over.

Janus just stared at Nico. He wasn’t...upset? He LIKED HIM???

“I like your scales!”

“I’m a snake!” Janus said.

Nico hugged him.

“What’s your name?”

“Janus.”

Nico looked up, “who are you?”

“Remus.”

“It’s nice to meet you!”

Remus blinked, “Nice...to meet….me?” He dropped down and hugged Nico too.

“Well that didn’t go as badly as I thought.” Thomas said.

Roman didn’t say anything.

Janus regressed, Nico regressed, Virgil regressed….he regressed.

Roman shook his head and smiled. He didn’t need to say anything about it. He had to stay composed. Janus got the spot light for right now, he would tell them later.

When the time was right.

---

A couple months passed and Roman still hadn’t come clean about his regression. Was it really regression? He wasn’t a kid like Virgil, or Janus, or Nico. He was...almost a teenager.

That’s not really age regression is it? He didn’t see anything about being a preteen on any of the age regression forams. They were all for babies or toddlers. Not...him.

He was just acting childish he wasn’t really regressing...was he?

He wanted to talk to Logan about it. Get some help in figuring it out but...What if he was wrong? Did he really want to make it seem like he was just faking it for attention.

Was he faking it? He only figured it out after Virgil started doing it. After he saw how much attention Virgil was getting.

No he had to be faking it. He would do better.

He did...until he slipped. He excitedly started talking about his newest idea when Virgil pointed out that, “Your voice is a little off.”

“Oh?” Roman paused. He’s voice had gotten higher. He winced, “Sorry.”

“For what?” Virgil asked confused.

“I...I didn’t mean to. It’s just..It’s your thing not mine.” Roman said.

Virgil’s eyes widened, “You’re regressed?”

Roman winced again. “I’m sorry.”

“What? Why? Roman this is great!” Virgil said.

“R-really?”

“Yeah!” Virgil said smiling. “You are clearly older than Janus. He’s cute and all but he isn’t much fun to play with!”

“You’d...want to play with me?” Roman asked excited.

“I mean...If you want to.”

“YEAH!”

Roman joined the next playdate.

#little roman #Little Virgil #little janus #Little Nico #agere story #thomas #remus #patton #logan

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imfromthemiddlekingdom · 5 years

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the recent rise in proana content is not okay (TW)

I've seen a resurgence in pro-ana content lately and honestly it's not okay. Most of these ana butterflies want to achieve the 'aesthetic' that they perceive having an ED will bring yet they are completely unaware of what having an ED actually entails.

Having AN or BN isn't glamorous. Stop trying to sensationalize this fucking disorder. It's not something you choose to have. You can go like 'uwu I only ate 500 cal today and drank 6 cups of coffee I'm totes ana uwu' and suddenly, miraculously, develop an ED.

Yes, many of us who have ED's restrict heavily. Yes, many of us do purge to compensate for binges but we do not, I repeat, we do not suddenly develop an ED like so many of these new Ana butterflies do overnight. Fucking hell.

Stop thinking that by skipping ONE meal or not liking your body is enough to declare that you have an ED. It's not. You can have disordered eating of course, but disordered eating DOES NOT equate to having a ED. I'm sorry you don't like your body and have problems with food, truly I am, but falling into the trap of pro-ana content because of it and revitalizing this cursed community is wrong on so many fucking levels. It is beyond reprehensible.

I see so many of these ana butterflies opening up accounts on mpa asking for advice on how to purge and how to restict without people noticing that it honestly made me regress. People would say I'm gate keeping and maybe I am, but if that's what it takes to fucking bury the pro-ana community then fine whatever call me a gatekeeper or something I don't care. If you come onto a ED forum that hasn't been pro in fucking years. Seeking tips. Wanting to become 'uwu anorexic uwu bulimic uwu I don't eat and I purge all the time uwu no one is as sick as me I use a toothbrush to purge uwu'. Stop infringing on safe spaces that belong to people who are suffering with the daily hell that is having an ED. stop.

Not to mention these butterflies on this fucking site. still fucking going at it with the Kate Moss quote and starving in Surburbia gifs. I'm fucking done. Do you people not realize just how fucking serious an ED IS? like does it not register in your minds that having an ED isn't all about the black coffee, skinny legs, and baggy swearers? if it was all that then it wouldn't be a fucking menace that ruins lives. ED's took away my teenage years. It took the lives of so many of my friends. ED's ruins lives and having these pro ana people spreading the concept that you can choose to have an ED is soooo harmful to the community.

There have been so many times where people I know, sometimes even strangers, have come up to me and said 'just stop b/p ing' or 'just recover man, if you can choose to have this you can choose to not have it also'. Like it's that easy to get rid of the body dimorphic thoughts that is circling 24/7 in my mind. Do these people not know how much harm they are doing?

Not to mention I've seen so many pro ana people say that body dismorphia isn't really that serious because they don't experience it, or that body dismorphia is simply just hating your body. This does so much harm to people with actual ED's (all ED's not just AN and BN) as we start to doubt ourselves and our diagnosis because it doesn't fit what the tunglr crowd says.

Body dismorphia isn't just hating your body or not liking how you boobs and thighs look. no. It's the overwhelming urge to take a knife to your thighs to cut off the fat because you cannot stand the thought of it existing on your body. It's not simply looking into a mirror and seeing a disgustingly 'fat' person staring back at you when you're 'skinny'. no. It's obessing over every single flaw you spot, it's spending days avoiding any reflective surfaces because even glancing at your body sends you into a panic. It's not denying a complement when someone says you're pretty with 'oh I'm not pretty what are you talking about'. It's being unable to sleep at night because one person complimented you and your mind automatically jumps to the conclusion that they are lying and you're actually a whale. Body dismorphia isn't glamorous, and that's what these pro ana people don't get.

You can't choose to have an ED. get it through your thick skulls. Many, if not the majority of us who have ED's develop it due to trauma. We develop this fucking illness because everything else in our lives we are unable to control and food is the only way, the only avenue in which we have a say in how much or how little we get. We don't choose to have an ED because it's trendy or because of the aesthetics, it's a coping mechanisms for many of us and for others its the only thing that remains a constant when all else are uncertain.

Stop with this shit. Stop invaiding ED forums with your Proana bs. Stop it. Just stop.

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aaronhart93-archive · 4 years

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discord II text Jaycee & Aaron

Discord thread featuring: Aaron and @jayceelynd

Mentions: @romanbeckett @wtf-eden @alison-haynes @davieslandon

Where: Aaron is at his house and Jaycee is roaming the streets

When: evening of June 6th, evening of June 8th, morning of June 9th

Description: Aaron apologizes to Jaycee, Jaycee yells at him, then texts him a day later

Trigger Warnings: angst, brief mention of past sexual assault

6/6/2020:

Aaron:

Hey

Jaycee:

[Read]

Aaron:

I’m so sorry

Jaycee:

[Read]

Aaron:

I never meant for this to happen and I especially never meant to hurt you(edited)

Jaycee:

Leave me alone, I have nothing to say to you. You of all people Aaron. Of all fucking people!

Aaron:

I know I’ll probably never be able to make it up to you and I promise you NOTHING is going to happen

Jaycee:

[Read]

Aaron:

I understand you don’t want to talk to me. But whenever you’re ready to let me have it go for it

Jaycee:

I honestly don’t think there’s more to say, Aaron.

After everything.. I just.. No, I can’t.

Aaron.

I know

You’re so important to me and we’ve been through a lot.

And I really fucked it up

Jaycee:

Just not important enough to walk away when you realized you’re falling for my boyfriend, right?

You didn’t care then, and how can I believe you do now?

Aaron:

I did walk away

At least

I tried to

You don’t have to believe me now. Or ever. You don’t owe me anything but I just need you to know I am so fucking sorry

Jaycee:

I guess in the end I’m the one that looks stupid. Sitting here happy and in love, while my best friend and boyfriend fall for one another. Just great. I was finally happy, Aaron. And you tried to take that from me.

Aaron:

No one thinks you’re stupid

I promise I didn’t try to do this, this wasn’t what I wanted

Jaycee:

Oh, I’m sure they do. I know I feel stupid.

Yeah but these are just words at the end of the day, aren’t they. What holds truth and what doesn’t.

Aaron:

What can I do?

Jaycee:

The thoughts that have curated because of this. I want to be numb, I don’t want to breathe. How am I supposed to be okay? The idea of losing him, literally breaks me. How am I supposed to know he really wants to stay and doesn’t feel trapped. HOW!?

There’s nothing you can do, I don’t want anything from you.

Aaron:

I’m sorry I caused this

Jaycee:

Me too

Aaron:

I will always be here for you

Jaycee:

That’s the hard part. Is I know you will be.

Does your girlfriend know all of this!?

Aaron:

No she doesn’t

Jaycee:

Why?

Aaron:

I just haven’t gotten to it yet

Jaycee:

Wait.. Did this happen before or after you got with her.

Aaron:

After...

Jaycee:

Why be with her if you feel or felt this way.

With the intentions of getting him? With hope you two would run off together? Or was it just to get it off your chest before you went forward with Eden?

Aaron:

wait jaycee I never intended on “getting” Roman or running off with him or anyway

It was just something I needed to get off my chest

It was killing me

Jaycee:

How can I believe that, that wasn't your intentions though..

Do you know how desperately I want to believe that?

Aaron:

It really wasn’t

I knew then and I know now that it’s not going to happen

Jaycee:

I wish I knew it wouldn't. My head is telling me otherwise..

Aaron:

I care about you too much

And Landon

Jaycee:

You have really hurt me

Aaron:

I know

I will never forgive myself

But I’m trying to be more honest

I’ve spent my whole life keeping things in and it always ended in some self destructive breakdown.

Jaycee:

I've been telling you forever to be more honest.. And I'm proud of you for doing that. I just.. Aaron..

Aaron:

You have, Ali has, all the people I care about have....I don’t expect your forgiveness anytime soon or at all even...although my heart breaks at the fact of not having you as a friend

Jaycee:

And my niece.. That's another factor that kills me. What if I can't forgive the one person I trusted since I was 14 years old. But nowI have to deal with the breaking poor Destiny's heart. I love that little girl as if she was my own. I just need time, Right now if we were face to face I don't trust I won't wanna hit you or scream. I'm trying not to act like that anymore.(edited)

Aaron:

You can see Des whenever you want

I’d never keep you from her

I understand

Jaycee06/06/2020

I know you wouldn’t.

And the hardest part who do I cry to over this?

Aaron:

I know

6/8/2020

Jaycee:

I’m sorry I got so rude with you. I realize I am dramatic. But I’m really trying to work on forgiving you. I really miss my friend and could use my friend. But how can I talk to you about my problems, especially with my relationship without worrying. Like I told Roman I’m all about action right now.

Aaron:

Jayc

I miss you

I will show you that you can trust me. I promise. You don’t have to talk to me about Roman if you don’t want to but you can if you want and I’ll listen. I’m moving on.

Jaycee:

I just want my friend back..

Aaron:

I want my friend back too

So bad

Jaycee:

I’m walking around town and I’m a mess. I just can’t stop crying. I hate crying, it’s embarrassing.

Aaron:

It’s late. You should go home

It’s not safe

Jaycee:

I have pepper spray, and know self defense.

I may be short but I can kick some ass

Aaron:

You really can

Jaycee:

It can’t happen again, so I had to learn to fight.

Aaron:

I understand that

Jaycee:

I have the hiccups

Aaron:

I wish I could make you feel safe

Can you at least text me when you get home?

If you have the hiccups you need to take some deep breathes

Jaycee:

I’m on my way home, I’m side eyeing you cause you told me to go home.

I think I’m looking for danger..

Aaron:

There’s my friend Jaycee

Jaycee:

I want to watch my favorite Disney movie on my projector but it’s up in the addict and that place scares me.

I kinda want to come over but it’s like late.

Aaron:

You should stop by and watch the movie with Des when she wakes up

Jaycee:

I’d like that. I got her some really cute tutus and ballet slippers. I’m actually jealous of her.

Aaron:

she is going to L O V E them

Come! I’d rather you here than wandering alone. Are you drunk? Lol

Jaycee:

I may be, so what. I’m a woman!!!!

I couldn’t find my Tesla

Aaron:

Good thing bc you shouldn’t have been driving that if you’re drunk. Need my driver to scoop you?

Jaycee:

Hey you know she drives me, auto pilot haha. Yeah these heels hurt.

Aaron:

Send me your location and my driver will get you and bring you home!

Jaycee:

Sends Location

Aaron:

He’s on the way

Stay.

Jaycee

Don’t be so bossy

Aaron

Yes ma’am

Jaycee:

Rude

Aaron:

*puppy face emoji*

Jaycee:

Thank you, Sir

Aaron:

*goofy face emoji*

Jaycee:

Haha omg these hiccups

Aaron:

Water and deep breathes lol

Jaycee:

Aaron, I have nothing but my phone and purse. I’m breathing, I am breathing.

Aaron:

Okay is he there yet?

Jaycee:

Yeah, I thought I saw you know who.. I might be losing my mind. Who knows.

Aaron:

do I need to beat him up I’m itching for a fight

Jaycee:

Can I get a few hits

Aaron:

You can have all the hits you want. I’ll hold him down.

Jaycee:

I’m gonna crush his balls

Sorry if that caused pain

Aaron:

Yessss

I wouldn’t feel sorry for him

Jaycee:

Why can’t he leave me alone, though. Like you have my sister and my mom on your side. Enjoy.

Aaron:

Bc he is a sociopath and that’s what sociopaths do

Jaycee:

He has videos, or claims and threats to release them and ruin me. He’d just incriminate himself. I just don’t want anyone I love to see it. I don’t want to be treated differently and I know I will be.

Aaron:

Do you actually believe him though?

But you’re right he would never.

I could always call another one of my lawyer friends for you too if you ever need legal advice on that stuff...if you were ever interested in taking legal action.

Jaycee:

I have proof for myself, but I was a scared teenage girl that thought I was trapped. I mean until I met you.

I’m ready to put his ass behind bars, I just feel he won’t get much done to him.

And then everyone in the world will know

Aaron:

We can do it

6/9/2020

Jaycee:

Hey thank you for the help last night. I passed out and sobered up at my office and then went home.

Aaron:

Of course! You never had to thank me. that's what friends are for

and if you were serious about putting this dick behind bars let me know

Jaycee:

I don’t know if I can handle it

Aaron:

obviously it's up to you. but just for the record i know you can(edited)

tiny but mighty

Jaycee:

It just will regress me I fear.

Aaron:

that's possible. i heard the whole process is super re-traumatizing

i learned that from SVU

Jaycee:

From SVU huh lol

Aaron:

lmao yes

Jaycee:

Dork alert

Lmao

Aaron:

it's a good show!!! the fuck

Jaycee:

Eh, it’s okayyy

Don’t get your feelers hurt now, I’m just picking on you

Aaron:

*smiley face emoji*

Jayce:

*laughing face emoji*

Aaron:

I looooove uu

#discord #text: jaycee #text #ft. jaycee #ft. roman #ft: landon #ft: eden #ft: alison #aaroman

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insanitysbloomings · 7 years

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Reyna Writes: Hello Again - A Louper Reunion Fic

@miracusims

(Two things: let it be known that I know nothing about hacking, and that this is canon divergent...but I’m a fanfic writer, so that should surprise no one. :P)

Okay, fiddle with a code here, enter a new algorithm there--whoa, seriously? Someone was trying to trace him? Really?

Louis snorted and ducked through another digital backdoor, leading the tracer astray with a false IP address. Once that was done, he continued on with his work, smirking all the while. This was way too easy at this point--either Louis had gotten way too good at what he does, or his targets just kept getting dumber and dumber. Either way, this was basically child’s play now.

There was a small tap to his arm, and Louis paused.

Speaking of children...

“Yes, my butterfly princess?” Louis asked, wrapping up his work to turn and smile at his adorable daughter, who might have her absent mother’s dark hair, but she had his face, and his eyes. She was clad in her fourth favorite fairy princess outfit today, her plastic crown sitting dutifully atop her brown locks as she patted the table with her hands, lower lip jutting out in a pout.

“I’m hungry,” she said softly, patting her stomach to be sure her meaning came across. Mariposa was a soft-spoken child; because she often had trouble hearing others without her hearing aids, she didn’t like to speak too much unless it was with someone she knew, and even then, she tended to be very hushed. But Louis was attuned to her enough by now that her soft voice was never an issue.

“I know, sweetie,” Louis assured her, lowering the top of his laptop for a moment to give his daughter his full attention. “Food will be coming soon; just wait a little longer. Oh, and Grandma and Auntie Emma are coming to eat breakfast with us! Isn’t that nice?”

Mariposa’s eyes lit up.

“I like Grandma and Auntie Emma,” she gushed with a heart-melting smile that made Louis’ heart soar and ache at the same time. He was so, so glad to have access to female role models for his daughter; everyone thought he was crazy for raising a child on his own at so young an age, but really, it wasn’t like he wasn’t without help when he needed it.

“I’m glad,” he said, kissing Mariposa’s forehead before nudging some crayons the restaurant had given her towards her. “They’ll be here soon. Right now, Daddy has to finish up some work, so can you wait for a couple minutes?”

“Okay.”

“There’s my good girl.”

Louis lost himself in coding and hacking for a little longer, until a familiar pair of voices and laughter intruded upon his subconscious. He quickly shut his laptop and dropped it into his messenger bag under the table, hitching on a grin as Emma and their mother, Marinette, appeared, looking like they were laughing and joking about something as he waved them over.

“There’s my brother!” Emma enthused, leaning over to embrace him. “You know, you missed the last dinner party Lotte and I had...”

“Sorry, I had to work,” Louis replied with a cringe, getting up to kiss his mother’s cheek, who glanced around them in confusion.

“Louis, where’s my granddaughter? I thought you were bringing Mariposa to breakfast, too...”

“Oh, she’s right--”

When Louis turned around and saw his daughter’s empty chair, his good mood vanished immediately.

“Oh no...Mari? Mari, where are you? Mariposa!” Louis shouted, when crouching under the table did not reveal Mariposa’s location to him.

Emma’s eyes widened.

“You...didn’t lose her, did you...?”

“No! She was right here! Mariposa! MARIPOSA!”

“Calm down, Louis!” Marinette insisted, taking her son’s shoulders and squeezing them, a determined fire blazing in her bluebell eyes; not even age could stop her when one of her own was threatened. “We will find her. For now, let’s just split up and search the restaurant. I’ll speak to the manager, and you two ask if any of the staff or the other customers have seen Mari, all right?”

“Oh...okay,” Louis said, forcing himself to breathe, though it did little to loosen the anxious ball in his chest. He was a single father--this exact scenario was one of his worst recurring nightmares. Damn it! Why didn’t he pay more attention?! What if she had gotten kidnapped right from under his nose?! Oooh, when he found the bastard who dared to touch his daughter, he was going to doxx him so hard--

As the bus left the bus stop, Piper sighed, brushing a hand over her short hair. It felt weird to have it this length again, almost like she had regressed to her teenage years, but her red braids had stuck out a little too much, and therefore were impractical for the mission she had just completed at last, after four long years of being undercover, with no contact with her friends and family whatsoever...

Piper glanced around her, not surprised that she barely recognized anything; it was the city, after all. Things were always changing here.

Picking up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder, Piper idly patted her stomach as it rumbled uncomfortably. Right, she hadn’t eaten anything since last night...maybe she’d stop by a food kiosk and grab something to go on the way to her parents’ place. Piper smiled, thinking of the look on her mother’s face when Piper showed up unannounced, about all the things she had to tell her father (though some of the details were classified, unfortunately), and everything Dom would want to catch her up on...

Piper paused, frowning to herself. The noises of the city were just as she remembered them--loud. But the reason Piper was so good at a job not many others could do was because she had keen senses. And right now, though the ambience of San Myshuno threatened to overwhelm her, Piper was sure she could hear the snifflings of a child...a child nearby...?

Following her instincts, Piper stepped closer to the building nearest to her, side-stepping a harried looking man who appeared late for work, her eyes narrowing as she edged her way around what looked like a bagel shop, tilting her head to listen.

Yes, the crying was getting louder. She moved further into an alleyway, wrinkling her nose at the smell of the dumpster in front of her. For a moment, she stared at it, wondering if the crying was coming from there (and appropriately horrified if it was), but she peeked in and found nothing. Yet the crying still persisted...

Piper peeked around the edge of the dumpster, and it was there that she found the source of the crying: what looked to be a young girl, her head buried in her arms as her purple princess dress was ruffled up underneath her, her tiara slumping sideways on her head. Pity swelled within Piper, and she crouched down in front of the girl.

“Hello?” She called softly, “are you okay?”

The girl did not respond, and so Piper tried again.

“Hello? Miss? What’s the matter? Do you need help?”

Still, the child cried. Piper bit her lip, wondering if she should just mind her own business. But it wasn’t like she could just leave the girl to her own devices; someone was probably looking for her. And what kind of person would Piper be if she just left a lost child on her own...?

Resolving to try one more time, Piper carefully tapped the child’s arm.

The girl jolted; apparently, she hadn’t realized someone was there. Piper hastened to put on a friendly smile as she met the girl’s tear-filled eyes...huh. That...was strange. Piper rather felt...well, it was probably nothing, but those eyes...why were they familiar...?

Pushing past it, Piper spoke to the girl once again.

“Hello. Are you okay? Do you need help?”

The girl stared at her. Piper kept her smile, but her brows furrowed a little.

“Where are your mommy and daddy? Are you lost?”

Still, the girl stared. Her lips trembled, and a shaking hand touched her ear. This made Piper curious. Could the girl...not hear her?

Working on her hunch, Piper brought up her hands, gesturing first to the girl, and then bringing her hands in, twirling her index fingers around each other.

“Do you know sign language?”

The girl’s eyes widened, and she brought up a fist, gesturing as if she was knocking.

“Yes!”

Oh thank god, common ground. Piper smiled and continued to sign, mouthing the words as she went, even though the girl was mainly watching her hands.

“Do you need help?”

“Yes!” The girl signed again, looking tearful once more. “I don’t know where I am! I lost my hearing aids!”

Ah. Well, naturally, that made things ten times scarier, didn’t it? Poor thing.

“I will help you,” Piper promised, smiling gently at the girl with strangely familiar eyes. “Do you know where your mommy is?”

The girl’s face fell, and she glanced down as she raised her index and middle finger twice, tapping them against her thumb.

“No.”

Uh-oh. Why did Piper feel like she touched a nerve?

“How about your daddy?” She tried, hoping against hope that she wasn’t wedging her foot further into her mouth with this question. She watched as the child bit her lip, glancing around.

“I don’t know...I went outside to find my grandma, but then I got lost...”

Hmm.

“Do you remember where you were when you went outside?”

The girl’s face scrunched up in concentration, and Piper tried not to smile. But she was such a cute little girl, probably no older than five. Sitting here in her pretty purple princess dress and tiara, how could Piper not find her adorable?

But then the girl signed something strange. Piper raised an eyebrow, repeating the sign to verify that that was indeed what the girl meant, because if Piper’s sign language was correct (and it should be, since she studied religiously), the girl was talking about some kind of blue elephant. But that couldn’t be right...could it?

Curious now, Piper pulled out her phone, typing in ‘blue elephant’ in the search bar of her internet app. As she waited for it to load, she glanced up, smiling again at the girl, for she had taken to staring at her again.

“I’m Piper,” she told the girl, “nice to meet you.”

“My name is Mariposa,” the girl replied. Piper grinned.

“That��s a pretty name.”

Mariposa smiled, her cheeks dimpling, and Piper had to control the urge to squish the child’s cheeks. They were on a first name basis, sure, but that didn’t mean she could just casually touch her...

Her phone chimed, and Piper glanced down, raising her eyebrows at the results that popped up. Well, look at that--there was a fusion restaurant called “Aoi Zo” a couple blocks away. Piper had never heard of it...but then again, she had been gone for a few years...

“Let’s go find your dad,” Piper said, straightening up and offering her hand to Mariposa. She hesitated, and abruptly, Piper realized how sketchy this situation might look to an outsider. “Your daddy told you not to trust strangers, huh?”

Mariposa slowly nodded. Piper smiled, crouching down again to meet Mariposa’s eyes.

“I understand. Do you want to wait here so I can bring your daddy to you?”

Mariposa’s eyes widened, and she swiftly shook her head. Ooh, that wasn’t a good idea either, was it? She could totally get snatched the minute Piper’s back was turned...that would be a fun explanation to give to her father...

Piper sighed softly as she tried to think of a way to avoid making the kid uncomfortable while reuniting with her father, pushing her hair out of her face. She startled when Mariposa abruptly jumped to her feet, blinking as Mariposa, with wide eyes, grabbed her wrist and tugged it forward.

“What--oh,” Piper said, laughing a little as Mariposa stared, apparently entranced by the tiny fox tattoo on her forearm. “Yeah, that’s--”

“The fox!” Mariposa squeaked out loud, startling Piper again. Whoa, this kid was just full of surprises. “You’re the fox!”

“Uh?” Piper began, totally confused. Sure, she had a fox tattoo, but that didn’t mean she was a fox--well, not that she was unattractive, she was very attractive, and she knew it, but...okay, things were a bit off-track here. Why was she being likened to a fox again?

Whatever the reason, Mariposa was certainly excited now; she didn’t seem to be interested in signing anymore as she pulled on Piper’s wrist, heading down the alleyway.

“Come on, come on! You have to see my daddy!”

“Whoa--Kid, slow down!” Piper called after the girl, though she knew it was useless, since Mariposa had her back to Piper as she rushed forward, back onto the sidewalk and through a couple crosswalks that were (THANKFULLY) green. For someone so small, she sure had a lot of energy...

A blue elephant sign crossed Piper’s line of vision for a brief moment, and she was relieved that the place was so close--

“Excuse me! Ma’am, have you seen this girl? Look, this is her--she’s about this tall, and her name is--no? Okay, uh, sir! Sir, do you have a minute? Please, sir, my daughter is--”

That voice...

Mariposa pulled Piper through the crowded intersection in front of the restaurant, and it was finally here that Piper dug in her heels, pulling Mariposa to a stop with her...for right before her very eyes was--

“Excuse me, have you seen--!”

Familiar green eyes met hers. Piper stared, surprised into stillness as the blonde man before her lowered his phone, his mouth open.

“...Piper,” Louis breathed, and something Piper thought long buried and dead stuttered to life inside her, a tiny flame flickering--

She quickly snuffed it out and shut her expression down. No, she was not going to do this. It had been years since she last spoke to Louis, years since she last saw him. Things had changed, and she was different now. She had moved on, damn it!

In fact, she was ready to move on right here and now, ready to march away without looking back--

The little hand clutching hers let go, and before Piper could stop her, Mariposa flew at Louis, crying, “Daddy!”

“Mari!” Louis cried, kneeling down and clutching the girl to him tightly, relief flooding his features before he pulled back, his brows coming together as he said sternly, “I was worried sick! You should know better than to--wait, where are your hearing aids?”

...There was no way this was real life.

Piper must have stumbled into some alternate universe after she had come back from being undercover for so long. Things were different, but they couldn’t be that different! Because there was no way--no way in hell--that Louis was actually...

“...Did she just say...‘Daddy’?”

To be continued~ ;)

#reyna rants #fic for miracusims #hello again #a louper reunion fic #I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT CRIMINAL MASTERMIND PAPALLION OKAY #DON'T TOUCH ME #I hope I did the canon for HOH!Mariposa justice!#if I didn't please let me know where I went wrong so I can do better in the future!#this will PROBABLY not be a full-fledged fic #just little bits that have been in my head for a while so I'm gonna write 'em #and yes I'm STILL Louper trash #fuckin' fight me

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shirtrose7-blog · 5 years

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Things I’m Loving Friday #254

Good morning and Happy Friday! How are you guys doing? I am checking in with bags under my eyes today but for a good reason.

I met up with some of my closest friends for a birthday dinner for my friend Laura that went way too late last night. It felt amazing to have a moment to connect with each other without feeling way too distracted by our kids’ needs. We all see each other regularly but with children in the mix, it often feels like our conversations are incredibly fragmented so an uninterrupted dinner and drinks that lasted several hours felt so special. We need to do it more often!

As for the weekend ahead, the weather looks like it’s finally giving the Charlotte area a glimpse of fall!!! You better believe I’ll be busting out all the flannel and ankle booties like it’s my job. I am so, so ready for changing leaves and crisp cool air. I’ll definitely recap the weekend fun on the blog on Monday but until then, I wanted to share a quick roundup of some weekly favorites with you. Let’s dive in!

Things I’m Loving Friday

I love baking any day but baking on a rainy day feels extra sweet. (I couldn’t let that pun go. I’m sorry.) Yesterday school was canceled in our area due to Tropical Storm Michael (I hope all of you and your loved ones are safe!) and since I had an unexpected morning with both Chase and Ryder, we spent most of the morning at home and did a little baking! We made yet another batch of Chase’s favorite whole wheat pumpkin muffins and a small batch of chocolate chip cookies. The smell of the delicious baked goods made our house feel so cozy.

If you happen to have any must-make pumpkin treats I need to put on my radar this fall, please let me know. I have the itch to do a little more baking this weekend! I know Ryan will always put in a vote for the easiest two ingredient pumpkin spice cookies (they’re his fav!) but I’d like to branch out a bit.

Sometime shortly after I became a mother, I realized my affinity for totes and bags of all shapes and sizes. It seems like I’m constantly carting various things around and I’m always on the lookout for bags and totes that can make life easier. Enter collapsible totes! I know this may sound ridiculous but I love these things so much that I actually filled them with baby-related gifts for one of my best friends and filled a second one up with nursing-related gifts for my sister because I think most moms out there would agree that you can never have enough totes on hand, especially when they can double as storage containers for everything from baby clothes and toys to diaper supplies, blankets, burp cloths and more.

The two totes I use are the Clevermade SnapBasket Luxe and the SnapBasket (original) because they’re simple to collapse and thin enough to slide into the backseat pocket in your car. I use them for grocery runs, everyday errands, packing for random road trips (they were great for our trip to Florida last weekend when we used them for snacks and Chase’s toys and books) and temporary storage around the house. They’re sturdier than green bags I just love them!

This book is what CW TV shows are made of — rich, beautiful teenagers, secret clubs, boarding school,backstabbing, disappearing people and mystery. All These Beautiful Strangers sucked me in right away and while I’m not done reading it yet (I have maybe 1/4 left to go), it’s a book I cannot wait to dive into before bed each night. If I wasn’t so darn tired at the end of the day thanks to the four-month sleep regression I know I would’ve finished this one it a flash because it’s a serious page-turner.

The book centers around the mystery surrounding the disappearance of Grace Fairchild, wife of real estate mogul Alistair Calloway, and mother of two daughters, Seraphina, now 15, and Charlie, now 17 years old. Charlie Calloway currently attends Knollwood Prep, a prestigious boarding school, where she receives an invitation to join the A’s, an extremely exclusive secret society. Membership within the A’s is contingent upon the completion of The Game, an intense and often dangerous scavenger hunt that may end up revealing more about the past and the disappearance of Charlie’s mother than Charlie ever imagined as her past and present begin to collide.

Talented Friends Doing Awesome Things

My friends are doing some seriously awesome things lately and I wanted to take a minute to give them a shout out!

Adopt Well

My friend Macie adopted the most beautiful baby boy in December last year and through her experience felt pulled to create a community for those touched by adoption. Adopt Well is dedicated to sharing information and educating anyone interested in or touched by adoption. Ever since I began following Adopt Well on Instagram, I feel like I’ve learned a lot and I’m so proud of the work Macie is doing behind the scenes to create a space that feels informative, safe, positive and encouraging.

Tulerie

Longtime blog readers may remember my friend Merri! She was on the blog all the time when we lived near each other in Orlando but now I’m just over here missing her tons while she’s off in New York doing amazing things in the fashion industry. Merri is one of the women behind Tulerie, an app that provides a platform for women to lend and borrow high-end clothing and accessories. Tulerie offers its users accessible pricing at 5% of an item’s current retail value and provides an alternative to shopping for the latest trends. You’ll find brands like Chanel, Celine, Prada, Alice & Olivia and more available through Tulerie!

Fitnessista’s Fit Guides

Gina, aka The Fitnessista, recently re-launched her Fit Guides, 12 week plans customized for your goals and preferences. To find out what Fit Guide might be right for you (Benchmark Babe, Cardio Queen, Lean Machine, Fitness Freak or Home Workout Warrior), you’ll first take a fun quiz and then have access to 12 weeks of workouts and four weeks of meal plans and grocery shopping lists from a registered dietitian. Gina clearly poured a ton of time and knowledge into these Fit Guides, so definitely check them out if you’re looking for some motivation and guidance in your workouts.

High Protein Hemp Oatmeal (With 14 grams of protein per serving, this comforting bowl of oats is protein-packed and vegan!)

What You Wish You Knew Before Your Baby Was Born (This was a followup post to my post about What I Wish I Knew Before My Baby Was Born and includes a bunch of your thoughts and tips for expectant parents.)

Question of the Day

What is one thing that is making you smile this week?

Source: https://www.pbfingers.com/things-im-loving-friday-254/

#read more #see more #check it out #interesting #learn more

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childishfluff · 4 years

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Little Kitten- [TommyInnit Pet Regression Oneshot]

Pet Regressor/Kitten!TommyInnit, CGs/Handlers!Wilbur and Tubbo

Tommy liked feeling small. But more then that, he liked feeling like a small kitten. He liked cat ears and playing with balls of yarn, and curling up in a little ball to take a nap. None of this was a problem until Wilbur and Tubbo came to stay at his house for a week, and he had to hide both a littlespace, *and* a kittenspace. And when Tubbo continuously calls him a "kitten" due to his results on a stupid internet "what animal am I" quiz, and Wilbur literally pets him while cuddling, he realizes he wasn't going to last a day. He was simply a little kitten. And now his friends knew that. -- This is non-sexual, sfw age+pet regression, dni if your nsfw/abdl/ageplay/petplay/cgl/ect. If any of the creators included in this work say *anything* about being uncomfy with fan fiction/of agere content including them, I will take this down and/or modify it appropriately. If they have already said something that I'm unaware of, please let me know.

A/N: so I was reading some tommy centric fics and the idea of Catboy!Tommy popped in my head, which eventually evolved into Kitten Regressor!Tommy as I brainstormed and this 4000-something oneshot happened. To my knowledge, there are no other pet regression fics in this fandom, and this is my first pet regression fic. If I misrepresented something, or you just wanna tell me something cool about pet regression in the comments, feel free too lmk in the reblogs/replies/in my ask box after reading!

For those who don't know, pet regression is similar to age regression. Pet Space (kittenspace,puppyspace,ect) is a separate headspace that someone can slip into, where they act like a different critter or creature. It can be used for all the same reasons as agere, and the online communities overlap a ton! You can look into it more, but that's the gist of it! It's nonsexual, safe for minors, and it ISN'T P3TPL@Y! also warning for a very brief mention of kinks and "getting off" (tommy basically saying that he's not into petplay) at the beginning.

Tommy liked feeling small. But more then that, he liked feeling like a small kitten.

Figuring this out was confusing for him. Even after discovering why he liked acting like a toddler sometimes, and why it helped him, he had to figure out why he also found comfort in pretending to be an animal. At first, he thought that this cutesy cat-like headspace was just him playing around while little, pretending to be one of his favorite creatures.

But then, he noticed how different his behaviors were when he got like this versus when he was just being a kid. It was really annoying, because he could research anything without stumbling across kinks that he was sure he wasn't into.

Just because the thought of wearing cat ears and curling up in someones lap and being pet softly made him happy, didn't mean he got off on it. Eventually, though, he discovered pet regression.

The pet regression community was overlapped, heavily, with the age regression and age dreaming ones he already secretly took part in. He was shocked he hadn't stumbled across it during his late-night scrollings through the "littlespace" tumblr tags.

Just like when he discovered his littlespace, he bought things online with money saved up from streaming, telling his family it was supplies for a video, and created a secret little box that sat under his bed for whenever he wanted to indulge in that headspace. Choker necklaces that resembled kitty collars, cat ears, certain sensory toys, different snacks.

Now, none of this would be a problem, if it wasn't for the fact that Wilbur and Tubbo coming over to stay at his house for a week while his parents were on vacation. Yes, he had pushed to stay home, preferring that he was babysat by someone he saw as his older brother, instead of being forced to go on a boring trip and go on a forced streaming break.

But he didn't quite think out how he'd pull off not regressing in front of either of the two of his friends, for a whole week. Tommy regressed the most when his parents weren't home, and now he couldn't do that.

All he could do is hope that he wouldn't slip, and that they wouldn't discover either of the two boxes under his bed. He'd quickly find that that was really hard when he had two friends that constantly teased and babied him.

"So, what should we do this week? Besides streaming and gaming, of course," Tubbo questioned from his spot where he laid on Tommy's bed, staring up at the ceiling. Tommy shrugged, spinning a bit in his gaming chair.

His parents had left a few hours ago to catch their flight, after Tubbo and Wilbur were dropped off early that morning. Tubbo had gotten settled, and Wilbur took the responsibility of making them lunch. So now, the two teenagers sat in Tommy's bedroom.

"I don't know. We'll obviously film some videos," Tommy spoke casually, biting the inside of his cheek. All the excitement and anticipation had worn off, and now they were bored. Yeah, they could start a stream or boot up a game, but it felt right to just enjoy each others company. They had sat in silence for a while, their previous conversation falling off when they ran out of things to say, until one of them tried to start another.

Tubbo had gone through a lot of trouble with his parents to be there, doing everything he could to convince them that Wilbur was responsible enough to watch over him for a week. Tommy wasn't just gonna shove a mic in his face and tell him to entertain his twitch viewers.

"I have an idea!" Toby gasped, sitting up suddenly.

"What is it?" Tommy laughed a bit at his sudden realization, and how his friend had replied to it.

"We should take online quizzes together," he suggested. "Hogwarts house, personality type, whatever you want, and compare our results. You in?" he questioned, standing up and coming over to sit in the wooden chair to the left of Tommy's.

For now, the blonde had two of his kitchen chairs in his room, so that the three men could huddle up together at his PC for streams throughout the next week. "Sure," Tommy nodded a bit, booting up his computer.

"We should start with the Hogwarts House quiz, don't ya think?" Tubbo asked, watching him open his browser.

"Sounds good to me," Thomas agreed, following his suggestion and searching up the desired quiz.

After a handful of quizzes, most of which Tommy deemed "inaccurate" due to results that didn't make any sense to him, they took a "what animal are you" quiz. Tommy knew what his results would be, he's taken tests like this a million times.

It'd most likely label him as a cat. He figured that Tubbo would be none the wiser, clicking through the test and answering honestly. He was a little taken aback when the result screen specifically told him that he was a "kitten".

"Aww," Toby cooed in a teasing voice. "I thought that you might've gotten 'cat', but kitten? That's so cute." he laughed a bit.

"It's probably because they just put kitten in place for cat," Tommy scoffed, hoping with every ounce of his soul that he was pulling off the "shocked and annoyed" act, which he hoped covered up his nervousness.

"Let's see," Tubbo took control of the mouse, click on the drop down arrow next to the blue text that read 'All Possible Results'. "See! There is an option for cat, and it called you a kitten!" he cheered, causing Tommy to roll his eyes a bit.

"Whatever," he said, "It said you were a Golden Retriever, so..."

"Tom-Tom's a little kitty!" Tubbo ignored his statement, talking loudly in a sing songy voice. Tommy knew that he wasn't doing this to be mean, and that he was just joking around, but it did hurt a bit. Because he was a kitten sometimes, and it felt like his friend was making fun of it.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about, but the food is ready," Wilbur's voice joined the conversation, the older man suddenly appearing in Tommy's doorway. Tommy jumped to defend himself, but Tubbo got there first.

"We took an online quiz that said Tommy was a kitten! 'Cat' was an option, but it said that he was a little kitty," he laughed again.

"Oh, don't tease him." Wilbur said, "Those tests are crap anyway, I'm sure there was a question you misunderstood or something." he claimed as he came closer to them, standing behind the two chairs as he looked at Tommy's monitor. He could tell that the teasing was making Tommy a bit uncomfortable.

He didn't know why for sure, figuring that it had something to do with being called a 'kitten' feeling to childish for him. "Maybe," Tommy agreed, looking up to Wilbur thankfully. Tubbo must've realized that he accidentally upset Tommy when Wilbur intervened and Tommy immediately seemed relieved, because the next thing he did was apologize.

"I'm sorry, Tommy," he spoke up. "I was just teasing, I didn't mean to upset you."

"It's all good," Tommy smiled a bit, shrugging, feeling a little better with the reassurance that it was all just a joke. "Most of the tests were crap anyways."

The three of them shifted their conversation to other topics, making their way out to the kitchen to eat the food Wilbur made. Later on, they all gathered up blankets and pillows and snacks to watch movies in the living room.

Tommy was a little worried that the Disney movie Wilbur picked would make him go into littlespace, but that seemed to be the least of his worries as they tried to figure out their cuddling positions for the movie. Of course, they didn't need to cuddle, but it seemed that they all silently agreed that they would be.

"I wanna lay down," Tommy whined, re positioning a pillow near one end of the couch.

"Come here, you crybaby," Wilbur ordered, grabbing his arm. Tubbo was curled up to Wilbur's side, one of the older mans arms around him as he settled into the warmth of the embrace. Wilbur guided him into laying down so that his head was in his lap, a few layers of soft fabric between their skin.

Tommy didn't fight against this, blushing just a bit as he curled up, letting Wilbur lay a blanket over him. "Is this okay?" he asked in a soft voice, looking down as him. Tommy nodded softly, glancing up at him for a moment before he looked away shyly. Why was he so bashful right now?

"Cuddly," he mumbled simply, settling into the position mindlessly. Wilbur seemed pretty amused by this, using his nails to scratch his scalp, the action not unlike how he'd scratch a kitten's head if one curled up in his lap. Again, Tommy didn't protest, leaning into the touch a bit.

Wilbur continued doing things like this as the movie played, sitting back and lightly petting the boy. He'd play with his hair, or run his fingers over his skin in simple patterns. It was just a cute way of showing affection, and the blonde teenager seemed to enjoy.

Meanwhile, Tommy was holding back kittenspace and trying to focus on the childish movie. His petspace was voluntary, to his knowledge. But Wilbur treating him like a cat, giving him the simple affection he's secretly wanted for so long, made him want to regress to the state of a kitty so bad. He was halfway there already.

He just wished that he could put on his little cat ears. He always looked to cute when he did.

His friends did notice that he stayed very quiet throughout the movie, not really replying to their joked or adding onto their commentary of the movie. They didn't say anything, though, assuming that he was just sleepy earlier than usual, joking amongst themselves as the plot of the movie played out on the screen.

At one point near the end of the movie, Wilbur reached over and scratched the patch of hair closest to Tommy's ear, earning a hum from him. It sounded much closer to a kitten's pur, which shocked Wilbur. He looked over to Tubbo, leaning close to him and whispering, "He really is a little kitten, huh?" as he continued to scratch his scalp.

Toby giggled a bit, nodding in agreement. Tommy seemed to suddenly realize what he was doing when Wilbur pulled his hand away for the time being, cutting out his low hum and burying his now-red face in the blankets across Wilbur's lap.

Wilbur could help but think about how cute he looked doing that, immediately feeling the need to cuddle the boy close and protect him.

Eventually the credits started rolling, and Wilbur told the boys to get off of him. Tubbo did it with little complaining, stretching a bit and standing up with a yawn. Tommy, however, completely lost in his kitten space as this point, whined, pouting.

"I know you're comfy, and probably sleepy, but it's time to get up, Toms." Wilbur told him, fighting against the urge to just push him off the couch. Yes, it'd be funny, but it'd also be mean. Wilbur didn't wanna upset him.

When Tommy didn't reply, remaining curled up with his head in Wilbur's lap, the pet his head softly once again, pushing back the blanket that laid over him a bit. Immediately, Tommy switched his position so that he was laying on his back, swiping his hand at Wilbur's, scratching him a bit.

Like a playful kitten.

Wilbur gasped, seemingly confused as he tilted his head. He dropped the blanket, pulling the attacked hand to his chest defensively. Tommy didn't hurt him all the much but he did just try to scratch him in response to his blanket be taken away. It was funny, and cute, but also confusing. "Ouch! Why'd you do that?" Wilbur asked, pulling his hand away immediately.

Tommy pouted up at him, not knowing exactly how to verbally apologize. He decided on his next actions, rolling over so that he was on his stomach and stretching out. He then adjusted himself so that he was on his knees and hands, looking at Wilbur with a slight head tilt.

There was still a clear pout on his face, his eyes innocent and cute. "What are you doing?" Wilbur chuckled, not understanding his behavior. He couldn't blame all these absolutely adorable actions on being sleepy, surely. He was acting like a kitten, undeniably.

"He's a kitten!" Tubbo said, coming closer to him and scratching Tommy's head. Tommy nuzzled into his hand as he leaned into the touch. "Pet regression," he remembered the name for it, saying it suddenly a few moments later. "I thought Tommy might've been a little but I didn't know about this."

"What?" Wilbur questioned, only more confused than before.

"I think Tommy's an age regressor, and a pet regressor, too, apparently," Tubbo looked to Tommy for some sort of confirmation. Tommy nodded a bit, shyly, confirming both of his guesses. "He can revert back to the state of a child, and also a kitten! He's in a cat-like headspace, so he's going to act like a baby kitty." Tubbo giggled, wiggling his fingers over Tommy's head and watching as he swatted at it. Toby pulled his hand away at the last second.

"I researched age regression because Tommy was acting a bit childish during a late night call a while back, and came across petre too," Tubbo added. "I was planning on asking him about the little thing while I was here, actually."

Tommy didn't know that Tubbo already knew. If anyone could've guessed, it would've been him. They were best friends. He'd call him a lot when upset, or stressed, to talk about what was bothering him. It wasn't a shock that the main person who saw him when he needed something to help him feel better had started to pick up on the traits that hinted toward the coping skill he used to feel better.

Wilbur seemed to understand. For whatever reason, Tommy liked acting like a cat. It was a sort of headspace that he could get into, that Wilbur must've accidentally triggered. Tubbo continued to play with and pet Tommy, explaining the basics of both age regression and pet regression to Wilbur.

"They can both be done for coping, voluntarily or involuntarily. It seems that all the cuddling and petting made him slip. I think he's nonverbal, too, at least as a kitten," Tubbo said, running his fingers through Tommy's hair. At some point, Tommy had sat down, still playing along and swiping at his hands here and there. Tubbo seemed so excited to play with him, and that made him happy!

"Agere and petre can intersect, too. So he might just act childlike with kitten-qualities mixed in," Tubbo continued to explained. "There's also pet gear and little gear, stuff you use when you get into those headspaces. Do you have any of that, kitty?"

Tommy nodded a bit, reaching over and pressing on Wilbur's shoulder, as if telling him to follow as he stood up. He didn't like traveling on all fours all the time in kittenspace, and would only crawl short distances. Otherwise, he would just walk like he would usually. Maybe skip, if he was in a good mood.

Wilbur followed his nonverbal request, following the two teenagers to Thomas's bedroom. Tommy dropped to the floor next to his bed, Tubbo following suit. Tommy pulled out one of the boxes, Toby grabbing the other. "So what is pet and little gear for?" Wilbur asked, curiously.

"I'm sure Tommy will be willing to tell you more when he's up to talking," Tubbo's words earned a slight nod as the regressor opened the box. "But it's basically stuff to help you according to the headspace your in. Comfort items, childish things for littlespace, stuff to make you feel more like a pet for petre."

"Like cat ears or collars for kittyspace!" he added with a chuckle as Tommy pulled those items out of the box, waving them around as an example. His cat ears were all on headbands. He had white and orange ones, black ones with little ribbons, another set with little bells, he didn't know which ones he wanted.

Tubbo realized that his box was little gear, sliding it back under the bed and focusing on Tommy, who seemed happy.

He bounced in place a bit, very excited and playful now, despite being sleepy before. He was happy! When Tubbo believed that his friend might've been different, instead of judging him, he researched a ton and then jumped in to help him when he needed it. And Wilbur, who didn't completely understand what was happening, was still being supportive, just asking questions.

He thought that they were gonna weird about it, or judge him. But here Tubbo was, playing with him and answering questions for him because he understood his nonverbalism. "When will he be....not a cat, anymore?" Wilbur pondered.

"Depends. Regression can last a few minutes to a few days, who knows. But while he's like this, we should make him comfortable, don't ya think?"

Wilbur hummed a bit. He could ask more questions later, directly to his friend that actually experienced this stuff and would be able to tell him more. For now, he'd do his best to make Tommy comfortable, like Toby had said.

Tommy grabbed the cat ears with the bells, white furred ones with pink inside the ear, little pink bows and gold bells on them. He shook it in his hand, like a rattle, listening to the music it made. He made a squeak that sounded suspiciously like a "meow", before giggling. "Did you cat those ears, Tommy?" Wilbur asked, softly taking the headband from him.

Tommy pouted, nodding as the ears were taken from his very pa- hands. He wasn't actually a kitten, he had human hands. He giggled at his own thoughts, snapping out of it when he felt the headband slip onto his head. Wilbur adjusted it.

"There." he stopped after a second, looking him up and down. "You're adorable," he complimented. Tommy blushed, smiling. He looked back down to the box, pulling out a white choker, which had another pink ribbon in the front, with a larger, silver bell hanging from it. He immediately put it on, fiddling with the bell.

"Did you wanna change? There's some clothes in that box," Tubbo asked. As expected, Tommy didn't verbally reply, digging through his box and pulling out a white adult onesie, designed to resemble a real baby one. It was plain, with pink lining, obviously picked out to go with the choker and cat ears.

"Aww," Wilbur cooed, immediately. "You want the onesie, sweetheart?"

Tommy nodded a bit, also grabbing pastel pink shortalls. He might've been happy, and seemingly comfortable, but he was not walking around in just a onesie. "That'll look cute together," Tubbo approved of his outfit choice. Tommy grabbed a few more things from the box, either setting it in a pile, or holding it in his arms.

He left to go to the bathroom, pushing the box back under the bed and leaving without another word. "What all did he pull out?" Tubbo asked, looking to the pile with curiosity.

"A stuffed kitten," Wilbur stated, looking at the white stuffed toy. "It seems that he dressed up to look like this toy," he chuckled. Tubbo laughed, too. "Uh, there's a ball of yarn, and a little white ball?" he sounded curious, picking it up. Quickly, Wilbur realized that it rattled.

"Oh, he likes things that make sounds," Tubbo reasoned. "Rattles and bells. That's cute," Tubbo smiled. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, a pink scarf." Wilbur replied. "Does he just play with anything?" he laughed.

"Isn't that what actual cats do? They scratch at and play with anything in sight," Tubbo joked.

"Fair enough."

They kept talking until they heard shuffling by the door. There, stood Tommy, clad in his cute little, perfectly planned-out outfit. Just his presence earned coos from his friends, who immediately complimented him. "You look so adorable, kitten!" Wilbur said, motioning him over. Tommy approached them, dropping to his knees and hands when he got close to them, 'pouncing' across the carpet.

He giggled, returning to his previous sitting position next to his pile, grabbing the stuffed kitty. "You look just like your toy, y'know." Tubbo told him. Tommy smiled wide, as if he was proud of this fact, nodding quickly. He wore knee-high socks with his out, white and pink striped to match the rest of the outfit. It seemed he took pride in color-coordinated, cute outfits, unlike when he was in his usual headspace. He usually just threw on a baseball shirt and jeans.

"She kitty, and m' kitty too," he mumbled, speaking for the first time since entering his kitten space earlier that day. He didn't talk much in kittenspace, he always had to pull himself into an "in-between" headspace to do so, but he could if he wanted or had to.

"Aww, the kitty can talk. Yes, you are both very adorable kittens," Wilbur cooed from his spot next to the regressor, wrapping his arms around him. Tommy melted into the embrace, nuzzling the side of his face into the part of Wilbur closest to him, his arm.

Tubbo didn't interrupt their moment, waiting for one of them to speak. After a bit of silent cuddling, Wilbur spoke up. "How about we all move back to the living room and set up a little play area for you, yeah? I'll turn on some cartoon, and make some snacks, and we can have fun until bedtime. Does that sound nice, kitty?"

He swayed in place a bit, moving Tommy with him. Tommy nodded excitedly. "Snuggles," he mumbled when Wilbur pulled away from their hug, pouting. "Snuggle me! M' a cute kitty!" he giggled, pointing to himself. He scrunched his nose a bit.

Tubbo and Wilbur knew that the boy was very different off camera. Sometimes, he was still loud, and cursed a lot, but others, he was chill. And apparently, he could be soft sometimes, too.

"I have no doubt about that," Wilbur chuckled, tapping the button of his nose with his index finger, Tommy swatted at it, a bit confused on what to do next when he successfully got ahold of his finger. He put his other 'paw' around it too, dragging his hand to his mouth and biting on his finger.

Wilbur pulled back his hand quickly, shocked. "Bad kitten! We don't bite," he scolded, tapping his head lightly with his hand. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to let him know that he wasn't supposed to do what he just did. Tommy pouted again, his eyes immediately glossing over.

Again, he felt like he couldn't verbally apologize, to upset to pull himself out of headspace enough to talk. This frustrated him and only upset him more. He took the hand he had bit by the wrist, nuzzling his hand into it.

The main difference between Tommy in kittenspace and a real kitten is that he still had, at the very least, a child's level of emotional intelligence. Which meant that he was able to tell when people were upset with him. And he didn't like it when someone was upset with him.

He didn't have kitty teeth! Which meant that his bites hurt a lot more then a kitten's, he reasoned mentally. Wilbur was upset because he hurt him. Cuddles would make it all better, because cuddles made all boo-boos better, he decided.

"Oh, you're okay, baby," Wilbur assured, scratching at his scalp and playing with his hair again. "You didn't really hurt me," he said, as if he was able to read his mind. "You don't need to cry, little kitty."

Tommy kept nuzzling his hand, blinking away his unshed tears. Tubbo leaned close to Wilbur, whispering into his ear.

"Call him a good kitten."

Wilbur nodded, figuring that that made sense. Wilbur had reassured Tommy in every other sense, but he was still guilty. There was a good chance that his emotional response was to the term "bad kitten!".

"You're such a sweet, good kitten."

As predicted, his head perked up at that. He tilted his head, as if to ask 'really?'. "A very adorable, sweet baby kitten," Wilbur ran his fingers through Tommy's hair, his words and affection earning a smile from the pet regressor. "Let's gather up these toys and go set up in the living room, kay? Is there anything else that you need?"

Tommy nodded shyly, crawling over to the edge of his bed and pulling out the little box. He located a light pink plastic item, holding it up. "No more bitin'," he said, slipping the adult pacifier into his mouth. It only added to the childish look.

Wilbur and Tubbo smiled at him. Wilbur was glad that he picked the right cuddling position that somehow led to this, and Toby was glad that he did all that research over the past few weeks. And they were all glad they had planned this one week meet up.

They moved out to the living room, where they played and watched cartoons late into the night. The following morning, Tommy thanked the two of them for everything, and they had an honest conversation about it, telling them everything. How long he had been regressing, both for little and kitten space, how often he did it, when he got all the little and kitten gear.

Wilbur and Tubbo asked a ton of questions, and Tommy answered every single one. Over the next week, between streams and video-filming, Tommy would regress and let his friends learn more about little him, and kitty him. Who Wilbur and Tubbo started calling 'Tom-Tom', by the way.

Eventually, Wilbur would become Tommy's caregiver and handler, after babysitting him over discord calls many, many times. All thanks to that one week visit.

Tommy was so glad he ended up slipping that night, even if it was inconvenient at first. Everything worked out in the end, and he wouldn't change the events of that night if he could.

It all led to him being Wilbur's 'good kitten'.

A/N: let me know if you have requests for any agere/age dreaming/pet regression fics involving some of the DreamSMP members, lmk! I may not write it, due to not knowing to much about a specific youtuber or being uncomfy w/the prompt, but I always love hearing ideas! Please leave feedback/your thoughts on this in the reblogs/replies/my ask box too, I definitely would like to hear them! I hope y'all enjoyed, I spent a while writing this and I hope it makes *someone* happy!

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dumb as bricks dude

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like feminism.

Stranger: hi

You: hi

Stranger: asl

You: 32 F

Stranger: m 22 canada

You: cool, i am also in canada

Stranger: Vancouver

You: Toronto

Stranger: cool

Stranger: Feminist?

You: yes

You: you?

Stranger: im a man so... DUH.. NO

You: kurt cobain was a feminist

Stranger: never knew that

Stranger: our retard PM is a feminist.

You: eh... is he though?

Stranger: claims to be but hes useless regardless

You: yeah

Stranger: so why are you a sexist?

You: lol

You: in what way?

Stranger: feminism is hatred of men

You: i like kurt cobain

Stranger: hes dead

You: yeah, he was good dude though

Stranger: yeah.. but feminist men are pathetic

You: mmmmeh

You: it kinda sounds like you're the one who is sexist?

Stranger: how so?

You: cause you think that feminism is about the hatred of men, and that men who are feminists aren't manly enough

Stranger: exactly

You: and that says something about how much you value women

Stranger: feminism is about female superiority and any man who supports it needs to grow a pair of balls and realize hes the superior one

Stranger: I dont value women.

You: yeah

You: so you are sexist

Stranger: and women dont value men so...

You: mmmm, that's also pretty obviously wrong

Stranger: sure

Stranger: lets say a woman has a boyfriend.

then she meets a better looking, stronger richer man whos showing interest in her, shes dumping the current BF for the new guy.

You: women rarely value sexist men, so maybe you just didn't recognize that your attitude was effecting how people treat you and creating a feedback loop

Stranger: LOL I avoid women now

You: yeah, maybe you need to get a hobby?

Stranger: I have hobbies

Stranger: I've had 3 girlfriends, and guess what

You: are you MTGOW now?

Stranger: yeah.

Stranger: its freedom

You: have you considered castration?

Stranger: why...

You: that's freedom from sexual needs

Stranger: I can jerk off

You: focus on playing the chello or whatever

Stranger: sure

Stranger: if women were not so shallow and heartless I wouldnt be MGTOW

You: i think that's the self fulfilling prophesy speaking

Stranger: well, im not good looking, im not 6'2 and I dont make $100K a year after taxes, im of no interest to a woman .

You: you're 22 though

Stranger: I know. and?

You: dudes still look like teenagers at that point

You: at like 35 you're probably gonna look pretty good

Stranger: not really, people have guess that im 30...

You: eh, i mean, it just seems like you are giving up too early and getting advice from other dudes who also gave up

Stranger: I gave up 3 years ago

You: you are gonna let a teenager tell you how to live?

Stranger: no

Stranger: I decide how I live

You: yeah but its never to late to change directions

Stranger: also, my dream job is bus driver, I cant say how it is at the TTC, but here, the pay is awesome, the benefits are great, the pension is fat, once im older and driving a bus women will probably want me, but not for me, for the perks that come from being with me, the fat pay checks, the family benefits etc

You: yeah that sounds good

You: go for it

Stranger: yeah, so, sorry girls, im not interested in you.

You: its ok not to be interested in girls

Stranger: im not gay

Stranger: im just not a betabux

You: it is a bit weird to think women are mostly interested in money though

Stranger: but its the truth

You: like, women are interested in feeling secure

Stranger: because god forbid she has to work to support herself

You: and couples who are financially insecure tend to have a hard time unless they work together

Stranger: ok

You: like most women have goals and shit they want to do with their lives, no body is really expecting to be a stay at home mom in this economy

Stranger: i know

Stranger: but they want a man to get the money to pay the bills while her money goes for fun stuff

You: i've never been in a relationship like that

Stranger: then you've never been married

You: i have been married

You: have you?

Stranger: FUCK NO

Stranger: why would I do that?

You: it just seems like you were speaking from some authority

Stranger: I know what a marriage is like

You: how?

Stranger: by listening to other men

Stranger: its bullshit, nothing but being controlled by a wife

You: lol, ok

You: those dudes probably shouldn't be married

Stranger: and she'll get bored and cheat sooner or later

You: did your parents get divorced?

Stranger: never married

You: where they partners?

You: were^

Stranger: they were dating.

Stranger: Anyway the 3 girlfriends i had were nothing but lying whores

You: and this was before you were 19?

Stranger: yeah

Stranger: your point?

You: teenagers are dipshits

Stranger: sure

You: and treat eachother terribly

Stranger: thats odd, I treated them fine, I guess im just smarter than they are

You: mmmm, maybe

Stranger: obviously

You: you sound pretty arrogant though

Stranger: oh well

Stranger: women need to learn how to respect men and how to treat a BF

You: ehhhhhh ok, what do men need to do?

Stranger: nothing, they are fine

You: how come their needs aren't being met then?

Stranger: because women dont value men

You: perhaps...

You: but maybe its because men need to learn how to communicate?

Stranger: nope

Stranger: woman -is mad-

man "are you ok"

woman- still mad- "im fine"

but men cant communicate... ok then

You: like the men who are married and being controlled by their wives and are expected to pay the bills and shit

Stranger: its either that or get divorced and pay alimony and child support

You: could have had conversations with their partners about responcibilities

Stranger: LOL a woman taking equal responsibility

You: eh, unpaid labour is often taken for granted by dudes

Stranger: aww, did she make dinner?

You: shrug, i don't know, I'm giving you a lot here

You: but its boring me,

Stranger: well women are boring

You: like, you can keep repeating sexist shit until you die alone and unloved

You: like, i don't care, really

Stranger: im not good looking, im not worth of love

You: dude your self esteem is bonkers

You: stop listening to men who tell you shit like that

Stranger: but they are right

You: stop listening to women who tell you shit like that

Stranger: but women know what women like

You: focus on your bus goal, read some fiction by diverse authors, take a fucking pottery class, stay off incel and mgtow message boards

Stranger: but MGTOW and Incel is the truth

Stranger: I am an incel

You: get your shit together, drop your shit attitude and stereotype nonsense, and change your stupid life

Stranger: nah

Stranger: I live the truth

You: next time i'm in vancouver I'm gonna slap the shit out of any busdrivers over 6 feet

Stranger: have fun judging their height when they are sitting, plus any new buses purchased after 2018 have a driver barrier

You: they all take smoke breaks

Stranger: no

You: ok, well, i'm not actually going to, i forgot what the point of that comment was

Stranger: lol

Stranger: I'll be too busy driving to have a relationship

You: maybe go see a dominatrix or something where the value exchange of sex for money is clear and you don't have to get all resentful about it

Stranger: nah, I like keeping my money

You: mmmm you ever go on rollercoasters?

Stranger: long ago

You: you ever go for a fancy dinner or a 3d movie?

Stranger: no and yes

You: back massage or dentist appointment?

Stranger: no

You: yeah, 22 and you haven't seen a dentist?

Stranger: well long ago

You: before you had to pay for it?

Stranger: yeah

You: you still got your wisdom teeth?

Stranger: nope

You: lol, lucky you have a mom to take care of your teeth

Stranger: yeah

Stranger: Anyway when im driving a bus I wont have time for dating

You: oh yeah?

Stranger: yah

Stranger: there is so much available OT to do so when will I have time to try (and fail) to get a girl

You: when you are walking your dog in the park

You: like a responsible adult

Stranger: I dont care for pets

You: ok, well, i've spent a lot of time here trying to problem solve your stupid shit, do you have any questions about feminism?

Stranger: why is feminism even needed?

You: to fight for the rights of the marginalized and prevent social regression

Stranger: sounds BS

You: meh

You: its pretty awesome honestly

Stranger: not its not

Stranger: women are not oppressed, they are just greedy and demanding

You: lol, but imagine their was a mgtow/incel support group for woman

Stranger: nope

You: except not shitty

Stranger: sure

Stranger: dating is shit

You: https://www.mmiwg-ffada.ca/

Stranger: what is that?

You: website for missing and murdered indigenous women and girls

Stranger: dont care

You: ok, so you don't care about the parts of society where women are oppressed

Stranger: nope

You: no wonder you didn'

You: t notice

Stranger: ever seen a homeless man?

You: yeah dude

Stranger: "oppressed" men

You: capitalism man and conservative pollitics man

Stranger: ok?

You: socialist feminism is about getting the needs of homeless men met

Stranger: nope

Stranger: socialism is bullshit

You: lol

You: but a workers union for bus drivers?

Stranger: yes

You: bs or no?

Stranger: nope

You: welcome to the labour movement

Stranger: socialism is bullshit.

You: its fuckin socialism

Stranger: "free" "free "free"

You: you dork

Stranger: "Socialism cause I dont want to work, I want it free, paid for by those who do work"

You: you don't actually know shit about it

Stranger: sure

Stranger: lets raise taxes for the rich so you dont have to pay for shit

You: mmmm, well that doesn't sound too bad

You: are you rich?

Stranger: nope

Stranger: you know why those people are rich?

You: exploiting the working class

Stranger: nope, working hard

You: no dude, they extract value from the work and pay them as little as possible

Stranger: well, get a new job, maybe a union job, they pay more

Stranger: stop being lazy

You: lol, dude, if you don't want your boss to exploit you and take 95% of the value created by you working your ass off, guess what helps with that?

You: fucking forming a union

You: fucking socialism

Stranger: yeah, but not socialist bullshit

Stranger: "boo hoo, I have to work hard boo hoo"

You: UNIONS ARE SOCIALIST

Stranger: nope

You: lol, ok

You: tell that to the guys when you are applying for your union job

Stranger: I will enjoy my union job

You: and you'll be an ignorant hipocrit

Stranger: I'll be richer than you simply by working.

You: lol,

You: jesus

Stranger: so stop being a crybaby and get a job

You: i have a job, and i'm in a union

You: but i know what i'm talking about

You: i'm not regurgitating capitalist bullshit

Stranger: no you dont, you seem to think those who work harder than you should pay for your stuff

You: lol dude

Stranger: what

You: i don't know where to start

You: you are just really thick

Stranger: nope, just smarter than you

You: ok, so remember how you had your mom pay for your dental care

Stranger: yeah

You: remember how your teeth are growing out of your skull

Stranger: yeah...

Stranger: get on with it idiot

You: and how if you had head trauma you could get free health care at a hospital

Stranger: GET ON WITH YOUR POINT IDIOT

You: but if you have a tooth problem you have you pay hundreds of dollars

Stranger: whats your fucking point moron

You: dentistry could be socialized like the rest of healthcare

You: and it would be better for society

Stranger: "boo hoo, I dont wanna pay when I have too, boo hoo

Stranger: "

Stranger: "make it free cause I dont wanna pay, wwwaaaaa"

You: and it wouldnt cost people much and it would imrpove the quality of life of lots of people

Stranger: sure

You: that's the kind of free shit socialists want

You: not Ipods

Stranger: sure

You: although, with the savings... you could buy an ipod

You: but then apple would also get taxed properly

Stranger: they want free college, higher taxes for those who work so social assistance rates can be raised for those who cant be bothered to work

You: and pay for dentistry....

Stranger: aww, did you have to pay a bill like an adult?

You: dude, you already said you have never paid a dentist bill in your life

Stranger: but did you

You: yeah I'm 32

Stranger: yeah but you act like a child

You: dude you don't even understand taxes

Stranger: i do

You: yeah, you are worried that your taxes which you pay for will be used for something usefull for society

Stranger: but I' be paying MORE taxes, I dont want that

You: and you are worried that people who make millions of dollars more than you are going to have to pay more

You: progressive taxation doesn't work like that

Stranger: well, they earned it why should they have to pay more?

You: because they have extracted that value from the world, and that's what taxes are, for taking care of the world

Stranger: sure

You: yeah

Stranger: im not intrested in your bs

You: lol

You: i mean, you're a piece of work buddy

Stranger: thanks

You: i mean, you've got a lot of growing up to do

Stranger: I could care less what a socialist loser thinks

Stranger: I worked for it, its fucking mine

You: lol

You: jesus, ok

You: lets start over

Stranger: you want it? work harder

You: "I worked for it, it's fucking mine"

Stranger: yeah

You: yeah

You: agreed

Stranger: so you want something? work harder and earn it, dont expect someone else to pay for it

You: you get hired for a job flipping burgers

Stranger: no thanks, I can do better than that

You: you work 9 hour shifts, and cook 300 burgers an hour

Stranger: is that your job?

You: you get paid, 12 dollars

You: no i'm an electrician

Stranger: then why do those shit jobs matter?

You: but this person gets paid 12 dollars for making 300 burgers sold for an average of $4 each

Stranger: your point is?

You: they process the food that made the company $1200

Stranger: ok and?

You: and got paid 1%

Stranger: your point is?

You: the $1200, I WORKED FOR IT, I PRODUCED IT, ITS FUCKING MINE

Stranger: nope

Stranger: you get paid $12 per hour worked, not per item cooked

You: yeah dude its the same shit, you are worried about the people who took 99% of the wealth from a shit job employee having to pay more taxes and give poor people dental care

Stranger: if they want to get paid more go get a higher skilled job than flipping burgers and salting fries

You: it can be a fucking hard job

You: like, seriously watch a fast food employee next time you are in one

You: they are always having to do shit

Stranger: I did, she was cute and bent over

You: yeah, you should have paid her for that

Stranger: nope

You: you stole a look

Stranger: paid her to pick up trash from the floor? I believe the company pays her for that

You: again, the wealthy will pay their employees as little as they legally can, and keep as much money as they can and pay as little taxes as they can

Stranger: oh

Stranger: well

Stranger: get a higher paying job?

You: and you think that these people are working harder

Stranger: there is no skill in burger flipping

You: when they are just working hard enough to exploit resources of other people and hoard wealth

Stranger: sure

You: so yeah, burger flipping is a job that is grueling and bullshit and annoying

Stranger: well, get a new one

You: but the metaphor is applicable to most jobs

Stranger: sure

You: you figure out how much the company is making off of you, and you realize it is a lot more than they are paying you and they should be respecting you a lot more for doing your job well

You: that's why unions are fucking awesome

You: because they can protect you from exploitation, get you better wages and services

You: and fight for you if you are wronged

Stranger: yeah, so those burger flippers can go get a new union job

You: the burger flippers can also start a union, but mcdonalds is pretty keen on union busting

Stranger: I've had to repeat my order to some of the morons working there and sometimes they still cant get it right, so why should they be paid more?

You: again, you don't have to focus on burgers,

You: like, shit man

Stranger: oh well

You: anyway, your bus job sounds cool and i hope it treats you well and you learn from your coworkers what the union is doing for you

Stranger: yeah

Stranger: because I have the high skill required to drive a bus, I will be paid more than a no skilled worker in a store or Mcdicks

You: i mean... some would try to say that driving a bus doesn't take much skill at all

Stranger: explain to me how to do a right turn while driving a bus,

You: like it's basically sitting on a couch

Stranger: sure.

You: i mean, what goes on a double mcRib, no L, ex P,

Stranger: dont know, dont care

You: yeah, dude people undervalue the labour of workers

Stranger: sure

Stranger: "duuurr I put cheese on a burger"

You: "I made 600 burgers today, and some shithead started screaming at me for getting onions when he asked for no ketchup"

Stranger: well, do your job right

You: lol, show some compassion and empathy in every aspect of your life

Stranger: nah

You: yeah, dude

Stranger: if they cant figure out what "no ketchup" is they are not too bright

You: i think you missed the part where the guy didn't ask for no onions

You: he only asked for no ketchup

Stranger: oh well I dont care

Stranger: get a better job

Stranger: I've seen quite a few downright useless fast food workers, so tell me why they are worth more than $12 an hour?

You: your anecdotal evidence is as flawed in observations of fast food employees as it is with women

Stranger: sure

You: you have no empathy and only think about yourself

You: you are short sighted, ignorant and arrogant

Stranger: I had to repeat my order of "2 double cheese burgers and 1 regular sized M&M Mcflurry " 3 times

Stranger: only to get slow service and an oreo Mcflurry

You: yeah dude, i had to repeat unions are socialism like 5 times and you still don't understand

Stranger: but unions are not socialism you fuckward

Stranger: if you want to get paid more EARN IT

You: fuckin' you want me to crack open wikipedia

Stranger: dont care

Stranger: I dont care what some socialist moron thinks

Stranger: burger flippers are skilless, so they get low paid

You: ok, but you understand the central theme though right?

Stranger: high skill= high pay

low skill = low pay

You: a burger flipper does a variety of tasks for 8 hours a day and gets paid 1% of the value they produce, or less

Stranger: burger flipper has no usefull skills

You: YOU EAT THE FOOD DIPSHIT

Stranger: and?

You: THEY MADE THE FOOD FOR YOU!

Stranger: making food isnt hard

You: YOU DIDN"T MAKE THE FOOD AND YOU GOT FOOD

Stranger: they are paid to make the food

Stranger: I bought the food

You: ok, so you paid a company 99% for them to exploit a worker tyo make you a burger

Stranger: yeah, so what

Stranger: why do you even care? its not your job

You: we move up, and look at the day shift managers, the night shift managers, they get paid quite a bit more than the employees but aren't working much harder

Stranger: managers are overpaid slackers

You: they might actually be working less hard

You: yeah, and above them, managers of the local franchises, and up ward and upward to a ceo who is perhaps having a meeting once a day? and getting paid how much more than their lowest employee

Stranger: oh well\

Stranger: I dont care about the useless burger flipper

You: again, its not burgers, its everthing

You: its you right now

You: you don't even have this kushy bus job

You: with union support

You: you are probably unemployed

Stranger: you realize their job is pretty much

cooking food

taking out trash

sweeping the floor,

stuff you do at home, its simple shit

Stranger: I have a union job

You: what is your job?

Stranger: loading trucks

You: and that takes how much skill?

Stranger: a fair amount

You: in what way?

Stranger: gotta load 4 trucks, sort it according to the load sort, keep up with the pace of freight coming to you

You: but anyone with muscles could do it?

Stranger: if your loading a company truck keep count of the number of stops, if its owner op dont count it

Stranger: muscles and a brain

You: ok

Stranger: harder work than burger flippers

You: i mean, I was gonna scrutinize it further to make the point that your job seems pretty simple but you have lots of insider knowledge about the challenges of the job to say otherwise

Stranger: exactly

You: it could be argued that it is an unskilled labour possition though

Stranger: harder job thus for higher pay

You: maybe, or a labour rights movement that had your back

Stranger: no the unskilled is unloading trailers, all it takes it watch your head, watch out for the guy your with and put the labels facing up onto the conveyor

Stranger: still not socialism you idiot

You: i mean, i don't need to argue that rain is wet

You: you can deny it if you want

Stranger: nah

You: you can even call me an idiot for saying the rain is wet

Stranger: your dumb enough to think the morons at fast food deserve higher pay so I cant take you seriously

You: but it only reflects on your arrogance

Stranger: sure

Stranger: "2 double cheese burgers and an M&M Mcflurry"

I had to repeat it 3 times and they still couldnt get the order right.

but you think they should be paid more?

You: i guess should have picked a better metaphor

You: you are really hung up on that eh?

Stranger: its an example to prove you wrong

Stranger: picking up an empty cup from the floor is so hard, oh poor girl

You: it proves nothing really

You: except that you hate poor people

Stranger: it proves they are not worth more than min wage

You: and that they deserve worse treatment than wealthy people

Stranger: no, they just need to work harder to get higher pay

Stranger: also whens the last time you were in any fast food place?

You: and that caring about the needs of the marginalized and downtrodden is outside of your wheelhouse, and that you should eat shit and die alone

You: simple as that

You: fuck off

You: and die

Stranger: lol guess what

You: mgtow to hell

Stranger: I used to be homeless

You: yeah, sounds made up

Stranger: well its not

Stranger: you see, I did what was needed to get off the street, finish school and get a job

You: and you have internalized all sorts of capitalist bullshit along the way

Stranger: so what

Stranger: hard work is all you need

Stranger: get a skill

You: lol

Stranger: why are bus drivers paid so much?

high skilled job

gotta deal with shitty people sometimes

You: you're still pretty thick

Stranger: also, since you dodged my question, most fast food workers are high schoolers anyway, so who cares if they make min wage, most of that money is just blown when they hang out with friends anyway

You: ok, but that's not actually true

You: most fast food employees are between 28 an 40

Stranger: odd. I was in Mcdonalds today, the oldest guy there looked 20

Stranger: hmm, then how come I've seen people from my old highschool working there? they were a grade or two below me as well...

You: cause of the neighborhood you live in doesn't represent the majority of fastfood service jobs?

Stranger: I've been to quite a few and its all highschool looking kids workin there

You: and so you know a lot of workers who are 18-20 but that doesn't actually mean that's the average

You: https://groundswell.org/fast-food-misconceptions/

Stranger: want higher pay? get hire skill

You: 40 percent of the workforce in the fast food industry is 25 or older, and the average fast-food worker is 29 years old.

Stranger: get a skill

Stranger: https://www.monster.com/career-advice/article/best-paid-job-skills

You: but also, tax the rich and give services to poor people

Stranger: so tax those who work hard and have skills to pay for things for people who are lazy and have no skill.

Stranger: https://www.marketwatch.com/story/these-10-skills-you-need-to-earn-higher-wages-may-surprise-you-2017-04-18

You: alright lazy brain, i gotta go to bed

You: got work in the morning

You: gotta put these skills to work

Stranger: get a skill to get higher pay

Stranger: dont want to flip burgers? get a skill

You: dude I'm an electrician

Stranger: exactly, so your paid more than a burger flipper cause your usefull

You: not everyone can do this work, we need a diversity of workers doing all sorts of shit

Stranger: there are plenty of skilled jobs

You: you're dumb as bricks but you are getting paid decent with your loading job

Stranger: yeah, because its skill

Stranger: and im not dumb as bricks.

You: i want a society that takes care of you even though personally I hope boxes crush your legs and a woman shits in your mouth

Stranger: lol

Stranger: see, your so bitter

Stranger: you cant accept that not everyone agrees with you and you freak out

You: yeah, its just cause you are 22, a bitter misogynist and unable to process new information

Stranger: I have processed it

Stranger: and its bullshit

Stranger: you dont get high pay for low skill

You: eh... your bs assessment skills are weeeeeek

Stranger: everyone knows that to get high pay you gotta work hard

Stranger: take from those who work to give to those who dont, your fucked in the head

You: aight duder

You: eat shitbricks

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