#this shit is highkey exhausting

[slav-every-day]

[sparkly-sediment]

Tf2 Mediscout headcanons pt 1

This was requested! If you have any little tf2 desires, my asks are open, as are fanfic commissions! Feel free to dm

Personally this ship awakens a beast within if you catch my drift

It started off just like the others. No jarring attraction, no electricity, no 😩🫦💦. Just two dudes who are now very weird coworkers

Medic def has a type and Scouts fit the bill. Skinny lanky boy toy! During various experiments and totally inconspicuous injections (he told Scout it was penicillin) he notes the slender frame and the lean muscles but he is a professional after all

Scout, however, is not

He’s initially unnerved by Medic and attributes it to the threatening, could-vivisect-you aura, but the tightness in his chest when Medic comes too close or Scout catches a hint of his french cologne isn’tfear

They work fairly separately for a while. Yes, they live together, but they also live in a chaotic team of nine with very different jobs. Their conversations aren’t close like Medic and Heavy or Scout and Sniper

Different peers groups yk? And with the age gap, Scout isn’t exactly knowledgeable in whatever the fuck old people talk about

Scout isn’t a little bitch. He got his ass beat as a kid, so he could handle a bloody nose or split lip, and going to the med bay means close contact with a man who makes him feel funny (like, more than any chick ever had), so Scout keeps out

Medic doesn’t like that. Medic usually corrals someone onto the operating table, and Scout becomes his main target. The others don’t mind since they aren’t being sliced up but there are a few comments between Engineer and Heavy about it

They aren’t uncomfortable, but they notice. No one had made it weird so Engie wasn’t about to do so and neither was Heavy. They just notice an uptick of scout/medic conversations, the two bumping into each other a bit more, and the brutality of experiments on Scout decreasing

They’re highkey jealous LMAO who knew the doctor wouldn’t hurt you if he thought you were hot

Medic starts insisting Scout come in the med bay more. That doesn’t last long, because Scout quickly starts going on his own will

“I uh, need a bandaid” absolutely bitchless and unsure of himself it is pitiful! Medic finds it endearing

By this point Scout is aware he finds Medic attractive but is repressing the shit out of it. Internalized homophobia, tragically.

The way Medic towers over him, with his broad stature completely enveloping Scout haunts the runner and Scout starts having some silly little thoughts he just can’t control

During fights with BLU, he watches Medic haul the medigun and really starts spamming E ifykyk

What if Medic was rough with him? What if Medic held him down, or pinned him against the wall? Scout can’t help the images that pop into his head despite his best efforts, and he really can’t help the flush his skin takes when Medic touched him or speaks in a low tone

Scout is folded like a five dollar lawn chair and foolishly thinks he’s hiding it well

Medic knows and is toying with Scout like a cat. Bats at the mouse, holds his leg a little too long after looking at Scout’s ankle. He backs off and acts like there’s nothing tense about leaning over Scout for something on the counter

Medic is surprisingly chill if he’s in his element. Find him in the med bay, cleaning or tinkering with something fleshy, and he is really just vibing. If you’re Scout sitting on the counter watching, then Medics dropping knowledge of the human body

Medic exercising his intelligence sends Scout into heat highkey. Boy has no idea what the fuck he’s talking about but damn those hands that accent the big words!! He is desperate!!

Apologies for the set up rather than active relationship head canons. I’ll post some getting together, fluffy, and maybe nsfw headcanons for this pair!! Didn’t want a too long post and am tbh exhausted 😜

[barbiecrocs]

I'm home

Miguel O'hara

tags! hair pulling, praise, use of princess and my love, begging, lowkey highkey phone sex, cumming inside, reader is prolly cheating because they didn't break up, but we won't talk about it, dirty talk

WC. 1649

Barbie's note... This is prolly out of character for Miguel and I actually thought of just subbing Miguel for Gojo bc this is some Gojo ass shit, but I could already see Miguel in the story so I didn't change it lol. Anyway, enjoy!!

He told you, promised you, that he’d contact you every day. If not every day, then every week. If not every week, then every month. If not every month, then he would find a way to give you at least one call a year. 

 The entire three years, there wasn’t one letter, call, text, not even a messenger pigeon knocking at your window. 

 You sat by the phone every day, clutching your pillow, sitting crisscross applesauce, bouncing your knees up and down with joy, waiting for the phone to ring, and the second it would, you’d pick it up, and talk his head off about your day, his day, just everything. Except, the phone call never came. You even took it upon yourself to call him, but he still didn’t pick up. Was he that busy? Did he forget about you? Had he met someone else? Did he change his phone number? Terrifying thoughts circle your head, every one of them scaring you to death. A year of your life wastes away from worrying and grieving his absence until you suffer from burnout. In the third year, you ultimately decide to enter the dating world again to find your other half. Many failed attempts, and this date was one of them.

 You come home exhausted because the date that you’ve been anticipating all week turned out so poorly. He looked nothing like the pictures, he was nothing like his bio, and he was just downright rude to the waiter which was a big ick for you. Now, here he is walking you to your door, thinking that he’s doing his due diligence as a date or hoping to get something extra from you. You make sure to take the stairs up to your fourth-level apartment just to get back at him. When you finally reach your level, it’s another long walk to the end of the hall. You squint your eyes when you see a silhouette in front of your door. As you get closer, the figure looks more and more distinct. “Y/n…” Your posture becomes guarded before your body is propelling itself into the arms of a stranger. Your memory catches up with your body and all of a sudden the scent is familiar, the build is familiar, and tears are running down your cheeks. “Miguel!” You whisper over and over, your voice gradually getting louder, arms tightening around his neck, and the date you were with fading into the background. 

 Beyond your realization, Miguel gives the man a death glare. Looking him up and down, noticing all of his flaws and rough edges. His untamed hair and beard, his wrinkled clothes, and his scuffed shoes. Did you find him on the street? Then he looked down at you. Your big eyes, now closed with tears flooding them, your hair done in an updo and displaying your gorgeous neck, and your beautiful body wrapped in a silverish blue party dress. 

“My love, you look stunning.” His arms squeeze your waist possessively. His eyes darken as he has yet to break eye contact with the opposing male. Your date almost reminds you that he’s still there by clearing his throat, but Miguel grabs your attention, shuffling his hand onto the back of your head and leading you into a kiss. He groans into your mouth, practically feeling the jealousy and anger radiating off your date. Before he knows it, there’s a hand flying to your shoulder with a death grip only for him to catch it. Without any explanation he crushes the man's hand backward, “Don’t you ever lay your dirty fingers on my woman.” He drops the man's hand as he screams in agony. Fishing through your purse, he finds your keys and drags you inside before the neighbors catch wind of what happened.

 There are a ton of questions riding the tip of your tongue that all get shut down by another kiss which you ultimately push away. "Where were you?! You filed my head with hopes then burried them without even touching the shovel! You couldn't even send me one text? Not even and letter by mail? My penpal from 6th grade still writes me from time to time but you couldn't even dedicate one minute out of the day to me. I thought you died, Miguel..." He pushes your back flat against the front door, arms caging you in at your waist and head. "I know, mami... I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." He wipes the tears from your cheeks and kisses jawline, "Please let me make it up to you."

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His kisses become quicker and rougher when they begin trailing down to your neck. Moans probing your lips. His breath is heated and his cologne melts all of your senses so much that you don't notice him hooking you by your legs and slinging you over his shoulder. He speed walks into your once-alone, now shared bedroom, tossing you on the center of the bed. Even after years, you still remember what to do and start to strip with him. Despite the burning anticipation on both sides, you both undress slowly, taking your time when scrunching your dress to your upper thighs as he takes forever just to show you a sliver of his abdomen. His shirt is finally off and tossed somewhere in the room. He joins you on the bed, immediately going for your hips and mashing your panty-clad ass onto his covered erection. You moan in unison from the friction, “Miguel, please!” He licks a stripe up from your collar to your jawbone, “Those are the exact words I wanted to hear tonight.” 

 He flips you on your stomach, “Ass up, pretty girl.” You obey his orders, trying not to get on his bad side and anxious to have him again. You begin to beg, but he pulls your panties to the side and prods your entrance with his hot tip. You moan, rolling your hips onto his and feeling him inside you for a split second before he pulls your hair. “Needy girl, aren’t cha?” He hunches over the length of your body, his mouth meeting your ear. He tries to get a teasing word out, but you continue to grind back onto him. “Fuck! Alright, I’ll give the princess what she wants.” He slides into you slowly before you slam back onto him. “Harder! Faster!” You begin to cry until he finally gives you what you need. 

Just then, your phone pings with a notification. Miguel, disapproving of the interruption, picks up your device and reads the message, “Hey, we need to talk about what happened tonight with that guy. Give me a call as soon as you can.” Miguel almost stops thrusting, but then an idea pops into his head. You were so in your own pleasure that you almost didn’t notice the dial tone on speaker in the background. “Huh, Mi-Miguel…? What’s that?” Your question is cut off by a third voice that makes your eyes go wide.

 “So, what is it that you wanted to talk about so badly?” Miguel teases, only to be met with the annoying voice of your bad date. “Huh? Who is this?” His frantic voice makes you cover your mouth in a desperate attempt to mask your moans. “If you want to know who ‘that guy’ is, you’re talking to him right now.” Miguel chuckles, looking down at you covering your mouth, and puts the phone right in front of your face. You move to press the end call button, but he quickly grabs your hands and puts them behind your back, his other hand nesting itself into your hair. “Where is Y/n?” Miguel smirks adjusting you until you’re comfortable, hands behind your back and all. “Oh, she’s right here. And I think she has something to say too.” He starts his thrusts back up, not caring to go slow or even be gentle, just pounding you into the mattress relentlessly. Pleasureful moans and cries of Miguel's name squeezing out of you. “Oh, princess. It’s been years and you still take me so well. Have you been letting other men stretch this pussy out?” His grip on your hair tightens and you can tell that he’s starting to get possessive again. “No! Never!” His eyebrow cocks up without notice, “Oh, so you’ve been using your fingers?” You nod and turn back to look at him with teary eyes that only make him pound into your G-spot harder. You both failed to realize, but your date had hung up the phone, most likely fuming while typing out the interaction on Reddit.

 Miguel’s eye line travels down to your ass then a bit lower, watching the mesmerizing sight of you swallowing him up. “If you could see what I see. You’re needy little cunt is doing such a good job of taking me. She feels so good too.” His hand unravels in your hair, gliding down to your hips only to grip them with a deadly clutch. He starts jackhammering into you, your head moving up and down the sheets like crazy and ruining your hair. “Miguel, I… I’m gonna agh!” 

“You gonna cum for me?” He whispers, leaning down to your ear. You nod, “Together. Cum with me.” You choke out your words when your orgasm hits you like a train, your eyes rolling back with your jaw slacked open. “You feel so good, princess.” He helps you ride out your orgasm before pulling out to shoot on your back. “Mhm nhm. Inside.” With the little strength you have left, you bring your hands to your backside and spread yourself open for him. Miguel looks at you with stars in your eyes from you being your normal, shameless, self. He plants a kiss on one of your cheeks before sliding himself back into your sopping hole. You moan from the sensitivity as he releases inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum. He leans down to your ear once more, catching a glimpse of your knocked-out and satisfied face. “I’m home, my love.” 

[sp4ceboo]

Taking Care of You When You're Sick: SKZ OT8 x Reader

Bang Chan:

• Mama Chan mode activated

• Will give you random supplements and vitamins to make sure your body has all it needs to fight whatever you have, and happily sits by your bed to sing to you or talk to you or just sit there if you need him

• Makes you food and hovers around you; he has this weird ability to suddenly appear when you need anything

• You'll have to fight him if you want to get up, because he'll be right there at your bedside claiming you need to sleep and tucking your blanket in

Lee Know:

• When he comes home to see you bundled in blankets, your sad face peeking out of the top, he chuckles and teases you, laughing when you pout

• You know he cares, though, because a little later, he arrives in your room with Soonie, Doongie and Dori, who curl up in the blankets with you like three purring hot water bottles

• He'll kiss your forehead and come back a little later with a bowl of soup

• You happily drink it up and he'll lie down beside you, like a fourth hot water bottle

Seo Changbin:

• Internally struggles because he wants to kiss you and cuddle the sad pout of your face, but also highkey doesn't want to get sick

• Ends up giving in and absolutely coddles you, making sure he's ready to help whenever you want something, but also complains because he wants to make sure you're appreciating him (lol)

• Falls alseep at some point because he's so exhausted he passes out on the bed next to you, then freaks out once he's woken up because you're making yourself some instant noodles in the kitchen, and that's his job

• More sad that he couldn't be your knight in shining armour than that your sick, so you have to comfort him and tell him he looked too cute sleeping to wake him up

Hwang Hyunjin:

• Asks you how you're feeling every five minutes

• Pampers the shit out of you, piling every single blanket in the house on top of you, then cuddles you, peppering kisses all over your face

• Occasionally randomly wails, and when you ask him why, he says that it's because his poor baby is sick

• Is attached to your hip, so when he gets sick it's no surprise to anyone - but by then, you're better, so you can look after him youself

Han Jisung:

• Does his best to make you feel better, first showering you with medicine and food, then showering you with jokes to put a wobbly smile on your face

• Wraps you in a blanket burrito and does anything you want him to, whether it means taking your snotty tissues to the bin or running around/digging through the kitchen cupboards to find that particular food you're craving

• Watches movies with you, cuddles you and probably gets sick but powers through it to make sure that you recover quickly

• Buys your favourite foods, and has a weird knack for knowing if you want something cool and soothing or something crunchy for your sore throat

Lee Felix:

• Cooks so much food, and freezes it so that all you need to do is warm it up if he can't be with you

• Generally just a wonderful ball of sunshine, has the ability to make you smile about nothing, and is an actual angel 

• Is so attentive - if he feels out of his depth, he won't hesitate to call his mom, asking if she has any tips to help you get better or clear your blocked nose

• Sings you to sleep, and if that isn't the most soothing thing ever, you don't know what is

Kim Seungmin:

• Is actually really good at looking after sick people without getting their illness

• Which means less cuddles but a faster recovery

• Knows random hacks for soothing headaches or curing blocked noses, and knows which foods will help get rid of your sore throat and which ones will make it worse

• Definitely has one of those aroma stream things, and puts it on with some oils that will clear a blocked nose and headache, so your room smells amazing and you feel better almost immediately 

Yang Jeongin:

• Definitely calls Chan, asking him what to do, and takes detailed notes so that once he takes care of you, it's amazing

• Panics but then realises that it won't help, so un-panics

• Is really cute for no reason, like he'll just be giving you some food he's made you and he'll have the most adorable pout

• Actually becomes a pro at taking care of you while you're sick 

[noturlondonboy]

No More Excuses//Katelena

Chapter 14: Homocide. Homosexual?

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Chapter Summary: Kate finds out about Yelena’s escapades and is confusingly upset. The girls agree on a doggy play date.

A/N: I kinda highkey forgot that I was moving this over to Tumblr so sorry about that. I’ve been happily shitposting for the last week lol. Enjoy!

Chapter Warnings: Blood, injury, arguing, depression, mental illness, hangover that I quickly forgot about and didn't write in at all

It is much too early to be awake, but Kate's eyes crack open either way. Something was off; besides the hungover headache pounding against her skull.

For instance, when the hell did she get to her bed?

Secondly- where was Yelena?

Lucky was sprawled out in a rather awkward looking position on the bed, his snores rumbling his fluffy chest. Kate stretched over to pet him, and the cold of his nose had the memories of yesterday springing back.

"Oh my god. Fuck. What the fuck."

Kate stares blankly, going over it all in her head before deciding she needs caffeine to function and properly think this through.

"Where's Yelena...?" she mutters to herself, standing to walk to the stairs but stopping immediately when she realizes she's still in the clothes from yesterday. "Jesus Christ."

The archer quickly changes into sweatpants and a college T-shirt, her bare feet on the cold floor waking her up a little. Lucky follows behind her lazily, feathery tail swishing. Kate stops halfway down the stairs, eyes drawn to the figure on her couch, and relief fills her to see her friend still here.

Yelena is sitting with her elbows propped on her knees, steaming mug in her hands and a thick blanket draped over her shoulders. She's facing the tv, but the screen doesn't flicker with entertainment. Kate's apartment is eerily quiet, the barest beams of sunlight struggling to filter in.

"Good morning, Kate Bishop," Yelena says flatly, not turning around. "You're up early."

Kate struggles to understand the blonde's tone. "Didn't sleep well, I guess."

Yelena gives a noncommittal hum and sips from her mug. "I made coffee. There's probably some left in the kitchen."

Kate forgets everything else for a moment and rushes her way to the counter. "You're a godsend, Yelena." She dumps creamer and sweetener into her cup and inhales half of the beverage without bothering to check the temperature, but even the new burn on her tongue couldn't keep her from caffeine.

"Did you move me to my bed last night?" Kate inquires out loud, cautiously walking over and sitting on the other side of the couch. Yelena's fingers are wrapped around her drink tightly, her lips pursed into a thin line. Her face is clean of makeup and her hair is loose over her shoulders, falling in easy, honey gold waves.

"Yes. You are easy to maneuver." Yelena still doesn't look at her.

"...Thank you," Kate says softly, taking a sip.

"How are you?" the assassin suddenly asks, her face finally turning to meet Kate's curious gaze. The archer does a double take at the deep bruises under her eyes, brows furrowed.

"I'm alright, I guess. Did you sleep?"

Yelena stares at her and seems to take a second to process what Kate asked. "...Yes."

"You're lying." Kate slaps a hand over her mouth, mentally screaming at herself for her bitten out response.

It's too early for this shit.

Yelena must be even more exhausted than she looked, because she doesn't even bother to try to pretend that Kate is wrong. She shrugs and turns back to the tv, staring at nothing. "Went on a walk."

Kate looks deeply into her mug of coffee as if it might hold the answers to all of her worried questions, but it offers no such thing. Typical. She opens her mouth to say something, but stops when Yelena shifts around and the blanket falls off one shoulder to reveal her neck.

"Yelena," Kate chokes out, setting her drink down and pressing closer to the blonde, her hands already up and trying to figure out what to do. "Yelena, you're bleeding!"

The assassin looks at her blankly for a moment before catching on to the fear rolling off of Kate. "What?" She twists to try to see what her friend is looking at, but she winces and hisses through her teeth, as if she's just now realizing that, yes, she is wounded.

"Сука," Yelena spits, dabbing her finger under her jaw and swearing again when they come back red. She pushes herself to her feet and strides to the bathroom, Kate right on her heels.

"Is this from last night? Did Connor hurt you?" she rushed out, eyes wide as saucers as Yelena inspected the damage in the mirror and cursed colorfully.

"Sort of," the blonde mumbles, her face stormy as she starts pulling supplies out from under the sink. She is quick and efficient, cleaning the jagged cut that arched under the angle of her jaw and slathering it with ointment before dressing it with butterfly bandages.

"What do you mean, sort of? What happened?" Kate's voice is high and frantic and still rough with sleep, and Yelena looks her in the eyes through the mirror.

"I went out last night to find him after you fell asleep. He put up a fight. Got lucky. Hence... this." She waved her hand at the cut, eyes downcast.

Kate sunk down to sit on the edge of her tub, her brain giving up on her without a hitch. Her eyes wandered down to Yelena's hands, which gripped the lip of the sink tightly. If she looked closely, she could see nicks and scratches across the knuckles, the skin red and swelling.

"Is he dead?"

Yelena only looked at her through the mirror again, and the shadows in her eyes gave Kate her answer.

Kate knew she should care more about Connor's safety than she did, but the only thing going through her mind was that he had managed to hurt Yelena, too. He would never do it again, but the fact that the woman in front of her had bled in order to bring Kate more peace of mind was doing something to her heart.

But it was also making her angry.

"I don't need you to fight my battles, Yelena," Kate said gruffly, something hot and uncomfortable squeezing in her chest. The bathroom suddenly felt much too small and suffocating, and she stood to quickly walk out.

Yelena made a noise of confusion and followed behind her. "Kate Bishop, I don't understand. I thought you would be upset about me hunting him down. What is wrong?"

Kate paced in a circle between the couch and the tv, wringing her hands together. It was way too early for this shit. "I'm not mad about that, no. I'm mad because- I- I can take care of myself, you know?" Tears were starting to build up in her eyes, and she wondered why the hell she was so emotional about this.

Yelena softened slightly, still keeping her guard up. She had never known an angry Kate, and did not know how this would play out. "Of course I know that, Kate. You are very capable."

"Then why- you didn't have to go after him. The police could've handled it," she rasped, pacing harder.

Yelena watched her warily, her concern growing. "Kate Bishop, do you truly think your American law enforcement would have given a shit?"

"I don't know! Maybe!" Kate threw her hands in the air, her arms trembling. The tears came, burning hot and angry. Yelena was in front of her in two strides, her palms cradling Kate's cheeks, fingers curling to cup her jaw.

"What's wrong, Kate? What's wrong?"

"He hurt you, that's what's wrong!" Kate burst out, her face twisting. She grabbed one of Yelena's hands from her face to hold it up between them, then gestured to the cut on her neck. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me."

"Kate Bishop." Yelena's face had melted into a desperate pout, her hands coming back up to cradle the back of Kate's neck. "Kate Bishop, I am fine." Her thumbs brush tears from her friend's cheeks. "I am merely scraped. He will never touch either of us again."

"I saw the way you looked at him when he became a threat to me- like you wanted to burn the world down." Kate is angry and scared and so so confused as to why she's crying the way she is- she knew what Yelena did, what she was capable of. But knowing that her abusive ex had gotten a lick at Yelena because of Kate's presence alone was horrifying to her.

"So what if I did want to, Kate Bishop? Hm?" Yelena challenged, her fingers once again hooking behind her jaw and pressing into her skin. The pressure probably would've scared someone else, but the contact only served to ground Kate. "I am a raised and seasoned killer. I was called the greatest child assassin in the Red Room for a reason, Kate Bishop. I am virtually unkillable. Untouchable."

"But-"

"No, Kate. No. I know how to handle myself; I will be okay. I do not anticipate that I will be put in any situation alike to this again because of you."

Kate's bottom lip trembled, but she didn't retort again, instead leaning back to sit down on the couch and curl in on herself. Yelena watched her sadly and plopped down next to her, gladly accepting Lucky's love when he trotted over to give her kisses.

"We're both alone, aren't we?" Yelena suddenly said quietly, her eyes on Lucky but tone directed towards Kate. The golden retriever stares deep into her eyes and licks her nose.

Kate nods, a small movement of her head, eyes cast to the ceiling. Lucky seems to take offense to this, because he hops up on the couch and clambers into Kate's lap, whining and licking at her face furiously as if to remind her that if he's here, she clearly isn't alone. A laugh bursts from her mouth, and she grins wide, (albeit wobbly), scooping her pup into her arms and doting on him vigorously.

Yelena smiles softly at this, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of too many hours awake settle over her shoulders. She yawns into her hand, missing her own dog. "Do you have an itinerary for yourself today, Kate Bishop?"

The archer sighed, drying her tears in her dog's fur before inhaling deeply to soak in his still-lingering puppy scent. "I guess I need to take Lucky on a walk."

Yelena immediately perked up, the smile on her face now genuine. "Doggy play date!"

"...Pardon?"

"Kate Bishop, would you like to meet my Fanny?"

"Your- your what?" Kate sputtered, cheeks reddening.

Yelena rolls her eyes and presses close to her friend, hands on her shoulders over Lucky. "My dog, Kate Bishop. I have a dog. She is most красивая девушка you will ever see. Do you want to meet her? May I bring her over?"

Kate's expression matches Yelena's quickly, and the prospect of double the canine friends seems to melt away all of their worries. "I would like that."

Translations:

-Сука (Suka): Bitch

-красивая девушка (Krasivaya devushka): Beautiful girl

Kate Bishop counter: 10

This chapter's meme(s):

[pub-lius]

aaron burr pt. 1

hey y’all.... how y’all doing.......

so ive been gone for a while. sorry about that. but! i have a lot of posts to work on. i only have three more historical figures to do for @thereallvrb0y because i love him, and then imma post my notes from A People’s History of the French Revolution by Eric Hazan, so i am back. anyway, it’s burr time

but before i get into everyone’s favorite bisexual with a receding hairline, i have to give a little disclaimer. these notes are OLD. like from 2020 old, and while I always trust my sources, i don’t trust my ability to read my own handwriting, so if you go on the google doc and see Burr’s notes and you’re like “this makes no sense”, i don’t understand what i meant either. they’re also the most disorganized notes i have, but im not taking them again so. this is what we’re stuck with besties. 

The Start of the Shitshow

Aaron Burr Jr. was born at Newark, New Jersey on February 6, 1756. His father was a highly respected clerical scholar who served as a pastor of the Newark First Presbyterian Church and as president of Princeton University. He contracted a fever and died when his son was only one and a half. His mother was a daughter of noted Puritan theologian and scholar Jonathan Edwards, who was remembered for his passionate speeches. She died when he was two, so he got the whole orphan arc over with very quickly. 

He and his sister, Sally, lived with family friends until 1759 when Uncle Timmy Edwards of Stockbridge Massachusetts became their legal guardian and local pain in the ass. He was highkey abusive and we don’t like him. They moved to Elizabethtown, New Jersey in 1760, and Uncle Fuckface noticed that Burr had inherited his parents’ intellect, but not their piety, because he was too busy serving cunt to pray. He was also described as high-spirited, independent, precocious, and self confident, which sounds about right.

He had a fairly advanced education, studying with a private tutor until he was 13 when he got into Princeton, and he graduated from there at 16, which was round the age of most freshmen there, so that’s pretty sick. He enrolled in Reverend Joseph Bellamy’s school at Bethlehem, Connecticut in 1773 to study ministry, until he realized he couldn’t accept the Calvanist discipline nor avoid the distraction of the town, or maybe just got tired of the highly not okay gay relationship with Bellamy, so he moved to Litchfield, Connecticut in May 1774 to study law under his brother-in-law, Tapping Reeve. (Burr moves around so much, I never know where this mf is at any given point). \

Burr didn’t get his degree in law (yet *foreshadowing noise*) because his studies were interrupted by the revolution

The War *eagle screech and fireworks*

Burr joined the march on Quebec as an uncompensated “gentleman volunteer” in 1775. During the December 31 assault, he attempted to carry General Montgomery’s body back after he had been shot and killed by grapeshot, which won him an aide-de-campship to Washington’s staff. However, he was almost immediately reassigned to General Isreal Putnam because he didn’t like Washington’s office, which I can’t blame him because we all knew that shit was stressful. Washington also didn’t seem to like Burr much, but like Joseph Reed worked there, so Washington obviously wasn’t firing people bc he didn’t like them. 

Under Putnam, he received a commission as a Lieutenant Colonel and commanded his own regiment, which was a vast improvement to the rank as one of Washington’s aides, because they weren’t considered actual Lt. Colonels and they were constantly at a desk, which Burr would not tolerate. He saw action at Monmouth, and his regiment suffered heavy casualties, and he was also ordered by Washington to determine future movements of the British in New York. He commanded troops at Westchester, NY, and imposed rigid discipline that brought order to the frontier outpost. 

He resigned his commission in 1779 due to stress and exhaustion. This was a pretty great military career, and he was proud of it. People called him “Colonel Burr” even after his service. 

After the war

He traveled often after leaving the army and continued his law studies. In 1782, he began his law practice and married Theodosia Bartow Prevost, a widow of a British officer he had been hardcore flirting with. Their wedding was actually unplanned, bc her sister was getting married and Burr was invited so they were like “why have two bitches get married when you can have four” so they had a cute little double wedding. 

Burr moved to New York in November, 1783 after the British evacuation, along with Burr’s two stepsons and their infant daughter, who lavished special attention on his only child and supervised her education. If you want more info on Theodosia Jr., I answered an ask about here here. 

Burr was an able lawyer, working mainly for non-whigs (loyalists/tories, neutral parties during the war). This worked in his favor and he rose to prominence. This is around when he began his famously neutral political philosophy, the whole “don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for” thing Lin Manuel Miranda is obsessed with. 

He served a single term in the New York assembly during the 1784-85 session, and left public life until 1788, when he played a minor role in the NY debate over ratification of the Constitution. The Sons of Liberty (bc they’re still around apparently) considered Burr as a possible delegate to the ratification convention, but he declined. He had some reservations over the Constitution, but abandoned them when a majority of the states ratified it. 

He supported Richard Yates along with Alexander Hamilton during the 1789 gubernatorial election. Yates was an anti-federalist and a friend who helped Burr win admission to the Bar (which btw there was this whole thing about Burr fighting so that college credits before the war didn’t have to be retaken after the war or whatever idk i can’t remember). Yates lost to George Clinton, who appointed Burr as attorney general in 1781, so he didn’t really lose anything. 

Clinton also helped orchestrate Burr’s Senate election in 1791, unseating Philip Schuyler. Now, this did cause beef between him and Hamilton, like in the musical, but this wasn’t their first beef, especially since Burr dueled Hamilton’s brother-in-law soooooooo...

Also, during this time, Burr’s daughter, Sally, died in October 1788 at three years old and four months of an unspecified (i think) illness. 

Okay, that’s it for now, but the other posts are coming soon because I’m literally dedicating the next to days to this and only this so yay! hope y’all missed me <3 

[mysticstarlightduck]

Incorrect Quotes Tag!

I was kindly tagged by @rickie-the-storyteller for this one! You can find their post here.

And here is the link to the actual Incorrect Quotes Generator.

(The rules of the tag game involve using the generator to create incorrect quotes of your OCs)

For this one, I will be using characters from The Last Wrath (I might tweak, add to or adapt some of the quotes slightly but most of them will be untouched)

Brace yourselves, cause this one is about to get very long - because I have a big character cast and love chaos. (:

THE LAST WRATH -

VALLERIUS:  Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."

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EMRYC:  Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why.

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PEREGRINE:  Pros and cons of dating me: Pros, you’ll be the cute one. Cons, holy shit where do I begin -

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SYBIL: I know what a prism is! It’s where you put bad people. 

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LUKAN (drunk): I hope no one lowkey hates me. Highkey hate me, hate me with every fiber of your being.

ISOLDE: (staring at him with a “I’m dead inside expression”): Go big or go home.

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TANWIN: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.

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KADEN (after falling from a tree) : I’m a fool, not an idiot.

NYX: You’re both.

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SEIRA (after Peregrine accepts the Bloodbind Ritual on himself and fails to realize why she is so upset at him):  What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Seira: is such a nice person, Seira is so happy-go-lucky! Seira can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Seira CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Seira IS in a bad mood.

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THE HIDDEN ROOM IN THE SORCERER’S TOWER: I give you a cursed amulet!

HELIOS : Cool! It’ll make me look cute, and the shadow that follows me will make me more active, I’ll get out more!

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DARIAN (while being hunted down across the continent by an Empire and a horde of assassins) :  Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my actions.

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MORWAN (already five cups of wine in, still not drunk):  You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol. You treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol.

YUNA (chugging a bottle of rum across the table): Honestly, same.

NADINNE (daintily sipping a cup of tea): Should I... be concerned?

MORWAN: Maybe, babe

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CASSANDER: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

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EMRYC:  I just learned a way to get stuff on the cheap. Steal it!

ANSELL (nearly in tears, chasing down Emryc): It’s the third time this week - put that thing back where it came from!

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NETHEN (at some point after his father allowed the Emperor to execute Elain): Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for methaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance, and emotional damage!

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JULYAN:  I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

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BRYN at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

ANSELL and The Squad (deeply concerned, turning to Ellinor and Nethen): Are you still sure this is the right guy for the job?

ELLINOR with a proud smile: Yep, that’s the one!

NETHEN: *looking straight at Bryn* I’m pretty sure that guy is clinically insane... Imma be his best friend!

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AZRA (at 3AM):  I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

RAELEN (with a feral grin and sleep deprived eyes): DO IT

NYX (awakened and confused): Please don’t. 

KADEN AND SYBIL: *already chugging down a fishbowl with that precise mix in the background*

JULYAN (torn between pride and deep concern as he stares straight at Raelen and Azra): *quietly* I raised these kids

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JAMIE: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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BRYN:  I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

(In the background, as Bryn has just popped out of thin air and spoke without prompting, Ansell’s soul has yet to return to his body.)

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ISOLDE (being physically held back by Arammis):  I have yet to encounter a problem where a sword didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.

PEREGRINE: *nods in agreement to her statement*

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DARIAN: I've got a weapon, and I'm... admittedly VERY afraid to use it!

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TRYSTAN (Peregrine’s mentor and brother-figure, has been rambling on about this for more than an hour) -  I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

Imperial Guards that have him Imprisoned: PLEASE SHUT UP

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ZEPHYR (Age 14, fresh out of the destruction of Eldon and deeply cursed): I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under.

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BRYN, TANWIN AND ORYON (collectively):  Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count

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JULYAN, an antisocial fire mage:  Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don’t answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.

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Also Julyan, an antisocial fire mage:  *sets himself on fire and screams in agony, only to start laughing uncontrollably* Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

(In response to that) Oryon, running on 2 hours of sleep, having to deal with being this dumbass’ healer 24/7 in an enemy dungeon: If you do that again, I will personally yeet myself out of the tallest window I can find. No, as a matter of fact, I will yeet both of us out of a window. TRY ME.

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ZEPHYR (in his time searching for an anti-magic spell in the Liranthian Academies):  Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

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LUCIYA (yelling at Willen/Raven):   Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve! We grew up together, how could you not know this - 

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AZRA, about the feral dragon that has decided to adopt him:  I can't believe there's a dragon somewhere in my house. Amazing feeling. Love dragons. And she's here, in my house! Somewhere! And I may encounter her! What a treat.

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ORYON (after befriending Julyan and Nesryn) -  I have met some of the most insufferable people! *stops to think, suddenly concerned* But they also met me -

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MYRAH, at the slightest of inconveniences -  I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people.

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ARAMMIS, done with the bullshit she witnesses on a daily basis at the royal court of Faravvia:  I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart.

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ZEPHYR, in the middle of the night, unprompted:  I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.

INNARA, writing in her diary with a glitter pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

(In the background) JAMIE: *sobs* STOP TALKING AT 2 AM AND LET ME SLEEP, FOR FUCKS SAKE -

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TRYSTAN (right after Peregrine screws up majorly and almost gets himself killed): My expectations were low, but I guess they can always go lower.

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NYX:  My ultimate goal is to punch the Emperor in the eye, just to spite him one last time.

SYBIL: Isn’t our mere existence enough to do that?

KADEN: Nah. It isn’t petty enough. 

NYX, proud: That’s what I’m talking about!

AZRA: We’re all gonna die, aren’t we?

RAELEN: Yep, but it will be glorious.

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CIRIEN: The next time I open up to someone, I’ll die and it'll be my autopsy.

BRYN, panicking: Please don’t.

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(And last but not least)

Tagging (gently): @lassiesandiego @writernopal @lyutenw @clairelsonao3 @elshells @gummybugg @liv-is @repressed-and-depressed @jasperygrace @jay-avian

SEIRA: *takes a free sample twice* Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

[motheatenscarf]

Woof, I've never experienced such rapid emotional whiplash in a story before. From the absolute joy and satisfaction I had at how neatly things were wrapped up with The First to the sinking, bone-deep exhaustion and dread that "Oh... oh no, that's our new villain?" in a matter of seconds.

I was so deeply endeared by the little scene where G'raha Tia interrupts afternoon tea with the Scions to accept their offer to join them. Characterization was as on point as I've grown to expect not just from dialogue, but unspoken expression. Alisaie leaping off the ledge while Alphinaud walked down the stairs like a civilized boy. Y'shtola silently handing over a bag of enchanted bullets for Thancred to use while she finished her tea before joining the fray. Just the way G'raha was so much more visually expressive than any other character period but especially for a miqo'te, it's so endearing and fucking cute.

And then it cuts over to Zenos with this... prancing jackass cavorting around him, still voiced by the guy who voiced Asahi, so... y'know, tedious.

Not to out myself as someone who's been on tumblr forever, but do you know what he reminded me of?

Do you know what my first thought was?

Oh, boy, that sure is.... a villain who reminds me of BBC Sherlock's Moriarty and all of the Choices that were made in that portrayal.

So that's about how much confidence they've inspired in me going forward. That Zenos was literally bored to the point of falling asleep by being in this character's presence is not only a bad sign but also, highkey relatable. I'm also bored by this. I'm also bored by how bored Zenos is. He did nothing for me as a character until he went full mask off and he's got the bored prince mask back on again and I hate it.

They did give him a fun line about "I will set the world ablaze and we will dance before the pyre" but like. Cool, let him say weird shit, but also let him DO things.

Unshackle him and let him run around on all fours while reciting his soliloquies through the blood dripping out of his mouth in between howling at the fucking moon and making problems for everyone.

I can't believe I have to say this after having done the Ala Mhigo dungeon and the Menagerie back to back, but. Let Zenos be weird! Make him more unhinged! That version of Zenos is many things, but he is NOT boring!

Bored and tired Zenos is, unsurprisingly, boring to watch. For the love of god, stimulate him and put some enrichment in his throne room, at least let him chew on Fandaniel like a squeaky toy, I hate this.

[passiveagressivepoet]

called out of work on my third day bc i have an interview tomorrow morning that i want to do well at and i’m fucking exhausted. i’ve been doing tms treatment in the morning which makes me tired as shit and then working nights and waking up early the next day. so i called out 🤷🏼‍♂️ why do i feel guilty and like i’m letting “everyone” down. like who is everyone, i’m the only one directly affected by it. anyways, i don’t really like this new part time gig and it’s HIGHKEY kinda sketchy but it’s money so i can buy christmas sushi

[golbrocklovely]

Saw the other anon speaking about how embarrassing the fandom has been in the past and I completely agree with your observation. Often they have no ability to comprehend the simplest things like Kris and Colby just being friends or the fact that just because Dream and co came to their party does not mean we're getting a collab with them.

But one thing I have noticed is that these days, other than here on tumblr most other places where you can interact with the fandom, the fandom seems to have a high minority of minors. The twitter community for example seems to be almost entirely minors with a couple of the older fans dotted in. But in noticing this I think that explains a lot of the current dramatics, teenagers are much more reactive in the moment and don't tend to see the whole picture straight away which does lead to the fandom being embarrassingly dramatic sadly.

I get in the past it was not always kids, but focusing on the dumb recent stuff I'm mostly seeing teens being overly dramatic teenagers.

It's just interesting to compare the fandom then vs now.

i think it depends on what site you go on. the age range an skew one way or the other. like on here, for the most part, i think the fandom is older. obviously there are outliers, but i think on here it's mostly older fans.

then places like twitter and tiktok, it's hella young. twitter you might be able to spot the older fans (but highkey they are like the worse example of older fans with how often they get into drama or start shit with the younger fans. or, of course, talk overly sexual about snc/mostly colby). i think tiktok has the youngest fanbase across the board. i've seen comments like "omg i think colby is so hot too bad he's 13 years older than me" and i'm just like…. come again??????

i think there was a period of time when the fandom was evenly balanced. i would say 2019/2020 is when the fandom across the board was mostly in their 20s+ and that was when things felt pretty decent. we still had drama, but it was kinda funny and dumb back then. now, it just feels like everything is an issue and ppl take things too literal and it's just exhausting. or maybe that's just me and my big old age lol

[moriihana]

we can’t fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || thirteen: dabi's a big softie

pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader

overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won’t leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.

chapter summary: dabi's a big softie and you guys take a nap together <3

content: fluff! so much fluff! it's so fluffy i'm gonna be sick!

word count: 1294

a/n: okay highkey projected onto this bigtime since i'm a giant insomniac and have been sick for over a week and it's miserable and im dying please put me out of my misery. also this gif doesn't match the chapter but GOD he's so fucking PRETTY im gonna be SICK

taglist: @iincandescenttt

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“It’s getting cold.” Your eyebrows furrowed, exhaustion weighing heavily on you. You swung your legs up onto the desk that you were sitting on, then pulled them against your chest and rested your head on your knees. “We’ll need to look into getting warmer clothes. Maybe something for the animals, too. Can’t risk getting sick. I can’t heal illnesses.”

“No offence, doll, but you’re kinda lookin’ like shit. Sure you haven’t caught something already?” Dabi looked at you from his spot on the sofa, studying darkness under your eyes and the way you kept blinking sluggishly. “...when’s the last time you slept for more than a few hours?”

“You really do look like shit.” Shigaraki paused the game he was playing. “Go get some rest. You don’t need to be passing out on us.”

“No, I need to make sure I’ve made note of everything we have to get before finding the guy Kurogiri was out looking for before he got arrested,” you huffed and pressed your chin further against your knees, frowning. Dabi normally would’ve commented on how that made your cheeks squish up and was cute, but he was apparently more focused on the fact you were being extremely stubborn.

“Someone else can do that, you know. It wouldn’t kill you to just take a break.”

You glared at him. “Who else would do it? I’m the only one who isn’t a vita—”

“Don’t you dare say you aren’t vital to the League,” Shigaraki cut you off, crimson eyes suddenly furious. “You’re just as valuable to us as everybody else, and just like everybody else—you have to rest. Don’t make me make it an order.”

“The only way I’m resting is if someone forcibly keeps me in the bed.”

“Doll, you realise that’s more feasible than you’re making it out to be, right?” Dabi snorted, raising his eyebrows.

You just stuck your tongue out at him, biting back a yawn. Sure, you hadn’t gotten more than three hours of sleep a night for about a week now, but there was stuff you needed to be doing! With everybody busy doing their own thing and no Kurogiri around to keep track of what you all needed and of timetables, you felt it was only fair for you to pick up the job. It’s definitely not easy, though. I don’t think Kurogiri ever slept.

“Dabi, get your damn partner to rest. I don’t care how, just do it,” Shigaraki ordered, then unpaused his game. You stared at him for a moment, then looked at Dabi with narrowed eyes.

“Don’t you dare, pretty boy,” you warned. “I will bite you if you try anything.”

“Sorry, mouse. Boss’s orders.” Dabi smirked, walking over and heaving you over his shoulder. You squawked indignantly, hitting his back with your fist as he carried you to your room.

“Put me down.”

Dabi chuckled as he walked into the room, kicking the door shut with his foot. “If you say so.” He proceeded to unceremoniously drop you onto the bed. Boo lifted her head up from where she was laying at the end of the bed, then curled back up and tucked her nose under her tail.

“I hate you.” You pouted, glaring at him halfheartedly.

“No, you don’t.”

You sighed dramatically, “Yeah, you’re right.” 

“Told ya so.” He grinned and plopped next to you. “Now you’re gonna get some fuckin’ sleep. So am I, because I want a nap.”

“...since you dragged me in here against my will, we’re gonna cuddle.”

Dabi laughed softly as you curled up against his side, curling your fist around the fabric of his shirt. “Of course, doll. Turn over though, I wanna lay on my side.”

Your face instantly lit up and you turned onto your side. Nugget jumped up and snuggled up against your stomach. “I’m being the little spoon.”

Dabi rolled his eyes. “As if you’re ever not the little spoon,” he teased, draping an arm over your waist. “Get some sleep, mouse.” With the comforting warmth of him behind you, you fell asleep quickly.

You woke up only an hour or so later to the sound of hushed giggling and cracked an eye open to find Toga with her phone raised up.

“‘re you taking pictures of us sleeping, Toga?” You asked sluggishly, closing your eye again. Dabi groaned and pulled you closer to him, pressing his face into your neck.

“I‘m still tired. Tell her to go away. And to delete those pictures,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Dabi says go away. And to delete the pictures.”

Toga rocked back and forth on her heels. “Sorry, but Tomura-kun said to wake you guys up! Jin-kun and Mister got back with food, ‘nd Tomura-kun knows how you forget to eat sometimes so he said you gotta come on.”

You let out a discontented whine, your words starting to slur together as you struggled to stay awake. “I don’t wanna get up. Can’t it wait?”

“It’s gonna wait whether he likes it or not.” Dabi lifted his head, squinting at her. “He said for them to rest, so they’re resting. I’m taking advantage of the fact they’re resting by also resting. Tell Dusty I’ll make sure they eat after we get up.”

Toga thought for a moment with a hum, then shrugged. “Alrighty. You better make sure, okay?” She turned towards the door, pausing when Nugget hopped off the bed and weaved around her ankles. “I’m takin’ Nug with me!” She scooped him up, then skipped out with him, shutting the door behind her.

You shifted so they could tuck your head under Dabi’s chin. “Love you, Touya,” you murmured, your words muffled by the cotton of his shirt. With how exhausted you were, you didn’t even catch the slipup you made, falling back asleep almost as soon as you finished talking.

He chuckled, the sound affectionate, rumbling deep from his chest. “I love you too, mouse.”

When you finally woke back up, the sun had mostly set, bathing the room in a dying golden light. While the two of you were sleeping, Dabi had wrapped his arm tighter around your waist, a protective grip keeping you close to him. You smiled at that, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“You finally awake, doll?” Dabi pressed a kiss to your temple with a gentleness he reserved only for when you two were alone.

“Mmm. How long’ve you been up, pretty boy?”

“Couple hours, I think.”

You frowned and pulled your head back so you could look at his face. “You didn’t have to stay in here if you had something else to do.” 

Dabi smoothed out the crease between your eyebrows with a thumb with a snort, sitting up. “Didn’t want to wake you up, mouse. ‘sides, I don’t mind being able to take it easy for a few hours.”

Your eyes softened at that. “You’re a big softie, y’know that?” You teased.

“You’re the only one I’m ‘soft’ for, doll,” he quipped, amused. “Y’know, you’re cute when you’re so tired. Don’t even realise what you’re sayin’.”

You made a confused sound, then your eyes widened just marginally. “Oh shit. I was so sleepy I think my filter shut down.”

Dabi shrugged. “Eh, nobody was around to hear. ‘s fine when we’re alone, anyways. Just not too often, don’t want to slip up in front of anybody else.” He then added in a quieter voice, “and I don’t mind hearing it every so often. It sounds nice coming from you.”

A grin curled at your lips. “You are a big softie.”

“Oh, shove it.” Dabi rolled his eyes and poked you in the side, eliciting a shrieked giggle in response. “C’mon, we gotta go get somethin’ to eat. I’m fuckin’ starving.”

[tenrose]

Fucking tired of work’s bullshit.

So I never ask for Christmas holidays, because everyone wants them and I’m not that interested in this time period anyway. However, I did ask for the friday after the Ascension thursday (a national holiday), because yes it allows me to have a long weekend, and in this year’s case I had six days of vacations left, so I asked for the entire week after with it. The week got accepted, but the friday obviously not since everyone asked for it (we always do this in France). So my supervisor asked of me to move it, and I regretfully agreed. I mean it’s only one day so whatever.

BUT ten minutes later what did I found on the schedule? That one of my coworker, had this fucking same day accepted? It could be “ok some get this day, some don’t it’s fair” EXCEPT IT IS FUCKING NOT. First of all this person had fucking Christmas holidays, so I don’t see why I should sacrifice one single day when I didn’t take any vacation that day. Now what’s the difference between me and her? Well, guess fucking what, she has a child and I don’t. And I don’t care if I’m being fucking selfish but I shouldn’t be sacrifice all national holidays just because I don’t have kids. It’s unfair and I won’t shut up about it. Obviously I am right now boiling (actually walked back home faster than usual), I would have never say yes to move that day if I had this information beforehand. But it’s clear that if you don’t have children you are almost last to be picked (very last are short terms contracts but at least they can gtfo here). And beside it’s not like they let us for more than one year working short staffed, but now they can’t accept two people taking ONE SINGLE FUCKING DAY at the same time? Anyway I highkey showed my disapprovement of this shit, backed by some coworkers. Obviously I’m not gonna ask from the coworker to have it moved now, but I swear they will never ever catch me make one single concession.

Anyway, it’s always the fucking same, I’m exhausted this month, because I haven’t had vacations in a while, plus winter is really not my time and also because i am fucking tired of their fucking bullshit. I’m tired of all these extra hours, I want to get the fuck out of here. So long story, short story as of right now, I am looking actively for a new job. And I’m planning on doing a total dick move and left them with their shit. And then fucking company have the audacity to complain about quiet quiting. Bitch you fuck me every day, let me fuck you back as a goodbye.

[gggoldfinch]

vent about my wackass dad and my highkey daddy issues. it’s kinda heavy— feel free to ignore, I just need a place to put my thoughts and concerns. I might delete later idk

I’m convinced my dad would actually hate me if he learned more than surface level fluff about me… 

It seriously shames me to talk about him and his beliefs, but I was just snooping on his camera roll (I know, I wouldn’t want it done to me, but...) and my mind is reeling. I’ve known for years he’s quite literally a Qanon conspiracy nut with some very concerning ideas, but it really hit me then that he Would Not Like the person I am vs who he thinks I am. The amount of hateful and hardcore conspiratorial “memes” I found on his phone seriously makes me sick to my stomach... Like, all the things he thinks are Evil (and not in an ironic way, like Serious thinks are Evil), are things I enjoy/ believe in/ surround myself with— ie: horror, the occult & witchcraft, the lgbtq+ community, non-christian religions, non-republican beliefs, etc. It’s kind of really bad honestly. 

I’m the most “alternatively minded” person in my immediate family, but even my mom and brother are always caught walking on eggshells around him. We can’t watch movies with him, we can’t talk about what we enjoy with him, or show him things, because one way or another it always turns into him lecturing or being miffed about the thing in question being Evil or created by “Them” (ex: if we watch a cutesy halloween movie with a witch in it, it’s inherently evil and can’t be consumed as media). It’s so fucking tiring and I really can’t deal with it anymore. He’s never happy, always entrenched in this 4chan conspiracy bullshit, and it’s seriously a drain on the energies of my family, especially my mom and I. He’s never been the same since the 2016 election, when all this insane shit started, and I think his jobs and the people he works with have jaded him to the point of being unfeeling. 

I love him, he’s my dad, and we were very close when I was a little kid, but he’s changed so much since then— unrecognizable when compared to the person he used to be. He’s also seriously concerning us with the state of his mental health (which he will vehemently deny seeking any sort of help for, in the event we even dare ever bringing it up). I’m just so exhausted really. I’m generally safe, as long as I don’t go spouting off about my “wayward” interests that could trigger him. (That being said, a little while ago when I joked I'd get bitchslapped if my Ghost merch was ever found, was not a joke at all, and I really should hide it in a better spot (I’ve been slapped before so I know he has it in him 💁🏻‍♀️). And don’t even get me started on what would happen if he found out I am queer/ non-christian... that would be hell on earth I think.)

I love my mom more than anything in the entire world and don’t want to leave her, but jfc I can’t wait to move out just to get a breath of fresh air away from him. anyway yea.. merry christmas or whatever 🤷🏻‍♀️

[piscesunbaby]

so my best friend back home has been training me virtually for the last 3 months, but now that i’m back home visiting for 3 weeks he can train me in person and holy shit 🫠 today was our first session and i’m highkey dying lmao this mf had me in the gym for 3 hours

on the bright side, i’ve been depressed about losing my dog all week and my brain has literally been in a constant exhausted fog that i wasn’t able to snap out of until now. working out has really become therapy for me and it shows. i’m happy to be back at it 🥹

[tomitomitomi]

tw // ed, self harm, self hate

i need to write sad things because im sad but all that comes to mind is ugly crying and sobbing when im not even able to do that cause im so exhausted that the mere thought of actually crying feels like too much right now

i hate food, i hate eating, i'm sick of it, i'm sick because of it and i fear i will never get better because my whole life has been like this. My back hurts even when i'm in bed, i can't climb stairs without getting out of breath, i hate my clothes and the way they look on me, my face is full of pimples, i feel heavy and tired and i'm in pain all the time. all. the. time.

i'm also anxious as hell which means i get out of breath when i move and when i think and all the time i feel i'm running out of air and that i wont be able to keep going much longer and every time i eat i want to slide my fingers into my mouth and give it all back cause even healthy food makes me feel nauseous and i highkey wanna self harm again even if i haven't done it for years but i swear my heartbeat slows down every time i visualize the blood and remember the pain of a sharp, clean cut.

I wouldn't do anything like that but only because that would hurt the person i love the most and i can't handle the idea of causing her any kind of pain, but i know its not the right reason, i know i should care for myself and all that but its useless and pointless right now. I'm so mad at myself for being stupid and dumb and careless and fat and ugly and because i'm not earning any money and i just suck and suck on hers and keep buying food i don't need and making myself fatter and sicker and more disgusting until there will be nothing for her to love or even like

and also the gender dysphoria is so so bad but i cant put on my binder cause i cant fucking breath and i hate being seen in public and in private and just be percieved in any way. My therapist said i should try going out more even though i feel the anxiety is gonna end me soon because i wont be thinking about food all the time if im doing something else. I also want to get rid of my credit card cause im only buying shit anyway and making everyone in this household miserable with my horrible choices. Maybe if i start going to the library as soon as i'm left alone and not coming back until she comes back i can keep myself busy and stop fucking eating so much cause you cant really eat at the library. I don't know. I don't know what I'm going to do. I feel so unworthy of love right now and its taking me to a really bad place.

[robertsbarbie]

genuinely don’t want to hear jack shit about the pandemic in the media i consume. we know it happened, hell it still IS happening, we don’t need to be reminded of it with unfunny jokes and weird images of a return to normalcy just act like it doesn’t fucking exist