#you have no idea how upsetting it can be to be repeatedly told that you're misremembering something

[brindlestorm]

One of the worst things about having memory problems (for me at least) is when you have a totally mundane memory about something that somehow manage to stick with you for so long and someone says “that was never a thing”, so you spend months or years thinking it’s not real and you just made it up until someone else comes along and says “yeah I totally remember [x] thing, loved/hated that stuff growing up”.

And then suddenly you have validation that its real so you start questioning everything else people told you wasn’t real and leads to more and more anxiety as your world kind of crumbles without actually falling apart if that makes sense.

[ahsxual]

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader where they are dating but the readers parents hate him so one night are 2:33 am Stu knocks on the readers window and she opens it it tells him to leave but before she can get a word out Stu is kissing her and telling her how much he misses her and one thing lead to, and so Stu had to push the readers head into her pillow so she didn’t wake anyone.

Sorry if the store request does not make any sense i’ve been wanting to request something from you for a while and this idea kinda came to my brain as I was falling asleep at four in the morning so I am very sleep deprived lol anyways I love your story. I hope you have a great day

Surprise Baby

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Warnings: +18 content, clingy and soft Stu, dirty talk, degrading, cursing, dom!Stu, p in v (w/o protection), sad Stu at the end (reader comforts him)

Word Count: 1,8k

A/N: This was actually a very interesting request and Ik very well that our daydreams before we sleep are the best 🤭 I added something to the plot at the end, so I hope you still like it! Tysm, I'm so glad you like my writing! It always feels so gratifying whenever you guys tell me that <33

Right now you're lying on your bed crying, while hugging your favorite bunny plush that Stu gave you for Valentine's Day. You'd just had an argument with your parents, since they weren't the biggest fans and supporters of your relationship with your boyfriend Stu Macher. You didn't understand why they didn't like him and didn't even make an effort to, even though Stu always made you happy and made your life more colorful and enjoyable from the moment you met him. Of course Stu had his flaws like everyone else, since perfection is impossible to achieve and that was fine by you. But not for your parents. They said that Stu distracted you from school, that he "lived" for parties and didn't give you your "precious" time to concentrate on your studies, because he always took you on dates so that he could spend more time with you, even when you said you were busy.

You perfectly knew that Stu wasn't a guy who would take "no" for an answer. Maybe it was because he'd always been spoiled by his parents and didn't understand the meaning of that word? Maybe he hated the fact that you would say "no" to him, because if you truly love him as you always say, why would you reject an opportunity to go out with him? Both answers to those questions are probably correct, because you knew that Stu didn't know how to respect your personal space either, not that you minded anyway. But your parents did and that was the problem. They even told you once that Stu was obsessed with you and that your personal life has also become his, as if it were his property. Maybe they were right about that, but that's how Stu showed how much he loved and cared for you and it always worked well in your relationship. And you really missed him.

Sleep didn't want to make its presence known, so you decided to watch your favorite show on your new tv. However, you still couldn't stop thinking about the argument with your parents. Of course you defended your boyfriend and were always on his side to protect him against anyone, even your own parents, but it did made you very upset... all you wanted was for your family to see how genuinely happy Stu makes you feel, how he always admired you and treated you as if you were the only woman to walk on earth and how he's so funny that it's practically impossible not to laugh because of some silly joke he's made until your cheeks hurt. You just wished your family accepted him and loved him as much as you did...

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when you heard your window being knocked on repeatedly. You screamed for a second, because you weren't expecting that to happen in the middle of the cold night. Nevertheless, you immediately felt relieved when you saw Stu standing there with his puppy eyes and big smile on his handsome face you loved so much. A wide smile appeared on your face the moment you realized your boyfriend wanted to surprise you and that he had actually made an effort to see you.

His giant body barely fit through your window and the way he clumsily tried to get into your room, like a cartoon thief, made you laugh until your belly started to get sore.

"Baby, what are you doing?? It's cold outside!" you asked worriedly, before you watched him fall face down on the floor as he let out an "ouch". You couldn't stop laughing at his poor attempt to sneak into your room, as he already knew that your parents would never let him in, especially so late at night. You looked over your bedside table, where your alarm clock was, to see what time it was, as it marked 2:33 am.

"Surprisee baby!" he shouted excitedly, with a contagious smile that didn't leave his face for a moment. His breathing was accelerated, which made you realize he had some trouble climbing up to your window. You felt your heart warming at his romantic gesture, yet you didn't want your parents to find out and kick him out of your house or worse.

"Be quiet babe, you're not supposed to be here! You need to leave Stu, my parents are gonna ki-" you were really worried about your boyfriend's safety, but Stu didn't give you a chance to finish your sentence, as he grabbed you firmly around your waist and began kissing you passionately with his long, skilled tongue. His hands were all over your body and his grip was tight, not allowing you to move away from him.

"Shh- don't worry about them. It's just us now. I've missed you so much, baby." he admitted, before kissing your neck eagerly. When he he'd had enough, he pulled you up by your hips and laid you down on your bed, his mouth never leaving yours. You couldn't help moaning as you felt his sweet, loving assaults on your body, his lips and big hands making you melt into his addictive touch.

"Love, we have to be quiet... and you're making it hard for me." by now you were feeling breathless, unable to contain your desire for your horny and needy boyfriend. Instinctively, you rubbed against Stu's crotch which made him groan in pleasure, as you could feel him already hard under his jeans. He began to gently pinch your nipples through the fabric of your short pajama top, enjoying and closely analyzing your reactions to his teasing touch.

"Looks like I have to shut you up so we don't get caught, baby..." the last thing you saw was a mischievous grin on your boyfriend's face, before he firmly turned you around so that you were on all fours for him. He pressed his erection against your ass, while his eyes rolled back as he put his head back from the stimulation and his mouth was slightly open. You were starting to enjoy this game way too much, to see who couldn't hold back their moans, and you made sure you would win this battle. You pushed your ass against him and started rolling your hips in a provocative way, knowing that Stu wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. He bit his lips at this and frowned, realizing what you were trying to do to him.

"My girl really wants to get some, huh? You wanna play dirty, doll? Do you really think you can win this game against me?" he laughed trying to mock you, making you feel pathetic if you really thought you could stay quiet with the way he was about to fuck you.

"Just fuck me already Stu, I can't hold it much longer..." you quickly gave up and decided to beg him for mercy, so you could feel him inside you for once. You were dripping by now and the thought of having to keep quiet so no one would catch you at such a vulnerable and intimate moment turned you on even more for some reason.

You finally felt him give you want you wanted, since Stu himself wasn't a very self-controlled guy when it came to you. You felt his tongue lick a long, firm strip from your throbbing clit to your pulsing, empty hole. This made you grip your pillow as hard as you could while he ate you out from behind. Unfortunately, it didn't last much longer like you'd hoped, as you didn't realize how horny and impatient Stu was feeling that night. Suddenly, you felt his fully erect cock enter you without any resistance, sliding easily into you because you were so wet with your cum and his saliva. He didn't give you any time to adjust to him as he usually did and started pounding you hard and fast. He knew you all too well, so he pushed your face against your pillow to prevent any sound coming out of your pretty mouth and kept his strong hand on your head. You prayed that no one would hear you both fucking like horny teenagers who can't control their sexual hormones. It wasn't your fault that you and Stu were so fucking attracted to each other and that your shared love was considered obsessive, right?

"You like that, don't you babygirl? You love it when I fuck you like this... You needy slut, can't get enough of your boyfriend's cock inside your tight hole. I bet your parents would be so embarrassed if they saw you getting fucked this good." he whispered in your ear before changing his angle to fuck you deeper. Wet sounds, your muffled moans and his heavy breathing were the only sounds being heard in your room, turning you both on even more. It didn't last much longer when you both came at the same time, since Stu was way too horny to hold his orgasm. He was so glad he'd made you cum before he climaxed inside you.

After the moment of ecstasy you both experienced, you lay there trying to catch your breath while staring at the ceiling. It was then that Stu pulled you closer to him and hid his face on your neck, clinging to you more than usual. He was acting way too needy and clingy, and wasn't trying to be the "dominant" one, which made you worry about him.

"Are you ok, love? Do you wanna talk about it?" you asked him softly as you caressed his hair and cheeks. You knew him too well to recognize whenever he wasn't feeling good, even when he was trying to hide it.

"My girl knows me so well." he chuckled weakly, trying to find the right words to tell you what was had been bothering him. After a moment of silence in which you tried to comfort him with your tender touches, he finally spoke. "My parents won't be able to make it for my birthday. Again." your heart ached for him, because you knew this problem had happened before. Although Stu's parents loved him and treated him right, they had never been very present throughout his life and that took a tool on his emotional behavior. That explained why he was so addicted to your attention and wanted you all to himself, all the time. It made you really sad that you couldn't help your boyfriend properly, because the presence of anyone's parents is irreplaceable.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, baby. I'm sure they're extremely busy with work and that's the only reason for their absence on such a special day. We both know that they love you and I'll be there for you to make sure you have the biggest party ever." you gently grabbed his face and smiled warmly at him, admiring his ocean eyes that reminded you of the maldivian water, as he stared back at you with pure love.

"I know you will. What would I do without you? You're the love of my life, you know that right?" you chuckled as you softly kissed his cute nose.

"I love you too, Stu... so much. You have no idea of how much love I have for you and no one ever will."

[yuff7e]

Hiii!! This is my first time requesting something from ur acc so I'm rlly sorry if I do something wrong. I would like to request demon slayer x reader headcanons (maybe zenitsu, tanjiro, and muichiro?? Idk if you have a character limit 😭😭) where basically the reader has a extremely low self esteem and can't rlly take or believe any compliments given to them? They r always kind of hyperfixated on the way they look and like feeling like they weigh too much. If this idea is upsetting or anything like that you can delete this request totally and please remember to take care of urself!! 💞

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 …

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

hi there!! this is such a sweet request. i’d be happy to write it. we all know these guys would totally love you no matter how you look... hope you’re having a lovely day and that you enjoy these headcanons :) ఌ︎

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı

✧.* 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

— it was dinner time, and you were sitting next to your boyfriend, zenitsu.

— he has this strange habit of watching you eat, i know, it's a bit weird. but hey, it just goes to show how much he adores you!

— and as he watches you, he can’t help but compliment you.

— “[name]-chaann you’re so cute~” he sighs dreamily, his hands resting on his chin as he watches you take another bite out of the rice ball in your hand.

— you glance at him and suddenly feel a strange sense of anxiety at his comment.

— why’s he calling you cute? is he trying to make you feel better because you look bad?

— you try to brush the thoughts away, but you can't help but lean your head down in embarrassment and reluctantly set the rice ball down.

— zenitsu notices this almost immediately. "[name]-chan?! why’d you stop eating?" he whines, reaching out towards one of your thighs.

— "um, i don't know... why are you calling me cute? do i look embarrassing or something?" you blurt out, and he stares at you bewildered.

— "huh?! not at all!! i would never think that!! you look so cute when you eat!! sorry—" he begins to ramble at your reply, urgently assuring you that's not at all what he meant and that he's extremely sorry if it came across like that.

— you just sigh and look down at the plate in front of you. you always worried whether you looked good or not...

— whenever zenitsu compliments you, you can't help but feel like he's just kidding... what if he's only with you because he feels bad for you? or what if he compliments you because he pities you and hopes to make you feel better? or...

— your head swarms with thoughts, but you're quickly snapped out of it as zenitsu repeatedly asks you if you're okay, how you're feeling, and why would you ever think he would think anything like that?!

— you look at him, blinking rapidly to try to regain your senses, and you sigh quietly. "it’s just... what if you don't mean that? like... you’re just complimenting me because... i look bad—"

— but before you could finish, he cuts you off, yelling and grabbing onto your shoulders. "what do you mean?! you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever laid eyes on!! i love you for who you are!! i would never lie to you like that," he rants, which brings a small smile to your face.

— "thank you, zen. i love you," you whisper as you nestle into his shoulder. he giggles nervously, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer.

✧.* 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

— you were training by yourself outside when tanjiro saw you through the window. hurriedly, he finished what he was doing and began to head outside toward you.

— once he got into earshot of you, he noticed your smell.

— you seemed, anxious - perhaps even scared?

— he immediately rushed over to you and asked you what was wrong, but you looked perfectly fine!

— he was a little bit dumbfounded by your scent, and told you what he smelled on you. “something like anxiety, are you okay [name]-chan? we can go inside if this is too much for you.” he assures.

— you shrug it off as no big deal and continue to wack your sword through the air, and he just watches you.

— he couldn't help but feel a little upset that you brushed off the topic because scents never lie; however, realizing that you might not be comfortable talking about it, he decided to leave it at that.

— as his mind wandered, he also couldn't help but think about how beautiful you were, especially when you wielded your sword through the air.

— "your posture is amazing, [name]-chan. you look absolutely beautiful," he compliments, causing you to stiffen as you turn to face him.

— "huh? seriously?" you mumble, stumbling a bit. he catches on and notices a sudden shift in your scent - something's definitely up that you don't want to talk about.

"[name]-chan, are you alright? please, talk to me," he begs. you can't help but sigh at his question. "i’m fine, it's just... do you mean that? that i look good.." you stammer, feeling embarrassed. tanjiro watches your expression with a sad look on his face.

— “what do you mean? i meant exactly what i said, you look stunning when you swing your sword like that.” he adds, causing a small blush to form on your face.

— "what if I'm not good enough?" you ask, your voice wavering. his demeanor changes completely. "what? you’re perfect, [name]-chan," he gasps, rushing over to cup your hands in his. "don’t say that about yourself."

— you smile at his words, feeling a bit better. he notices your scent change to something more relaxing, which puts him at ease.

✧.* 𝐌𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐎

— you were on a walk with muichiro when he stopped you, surrounded by the wisteria trees.

— "yes?" you shyly ask as he lightly grips your wrist, his soft eyes glistening as he scans your features.

— "huh... you look really beautiful next to all the wisteria trees," he compliments, a warm blush spreading across your face.

— "no im not, don’t say things like that," you gulp, and he looks at you quizzically - "what do you mean? it’s true."

— you stare down at the forest floor, the flowers blooming around you both has never made you more amazed until now - if you weren’t trapped in your own thoughts.

— he notices your uneasy behavior and questions you, "sorry, is what I said inappropriate?" cocking his head to the side, you whip your head toward him and quickly reassure him that what he said was fine - its just...

— "i don’t think that... these wisteria trees are much more beautiful than me," you admit. he sends a slightly shocked expression your way. after a moment of staring, he slowly processes his thoughts and gives you a mellow look.

— "don’t say that, you’re much more stunning than any wisteria tree i’ve ever seen," he confesses, and your cheeks tint an even darker shade of blush. "thank you, muichiro. you’re so kind."

— he smiles a small grin, pulling you closer by your wrist. “don’t ever think you aren’t enough, [name].”

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

[its-chelisey-stuff]

SPEAK YOUR TRUTH, SUNJAE!!

My man, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

I figured out why this recent development in the story has made me so upset at the writing. Bear with me.

A few timelines ago lol Sunjae shared a piece of wisdom that resonated a lot with me and cemented (to me at least) the kind of character he is. This tenacity he has in him could have been mistaken for another, more childish sentiment, like an obsession or fixation. In fact, it was. Sunjae said that he did not regret how things had gone down with swimming, since he had given his all in that last competition. It cost him his athletic career and almost destroyed his shoulder, but there were no regrets left in him, since he had given his best at the time. And he was proud of himself. At peace. That journey ended for him, and it did on his terms.

A couple of timelines down the road, he told Sol he didn't care how it ended for him, as long as they could be together. I made a little fun of him at the time, because lol you're 19 years old, what are you gonna know about life? about consequences? Of course, he didn't care about his potential death, supposedly 15 years in the future. It seemed like an eternity away for him. So he didn't. He concentrated on Sol. Gave his best, and lived to the fullest, while he could.

Then, on that cliff. He was stabbed and made sure not to let go of his killer until he saw Sol was gonna be okay. Safe. It was heartbreaking, but again, he gave it his best. He made a choice, while he was still able to make one.

And that's it. That's what drives me crazy! Sol took that chance from him in this last timeline. We were all okay with her playing in the timelines, when it was about her life, and she could make all the choices she wanted (especially when we knew life hadn't been kind to her). Until it was about Sunjae, and it became about taking away a life he had chosen for him, repeatedly.

He now says it's a sad ending, and I agree. But can I add, infuriating? We know Sunjae. When the time comes and he remembers (because come on, of course he will) he's gonna forgive Sol. He's not gonna be angry. And I wish he could be. I can certainly be at this point.

I remember feeling a little bit of this bothersome feeling when Sol wanted him to skip that last swimming competition, and then again when she tried to stop him from becoming an idol. Because that was messing with his choices, and what he wanted in that moment. This time is so much worse, not because of the tragedy of it (and IT IS tragic and of course, I get that this is a woman in love, trying desperately to save the man she loves) but because she took away his choices before he could even take them. She had no right.

[taffywabbit]

im also anti proship but calling rugrats porn drawings "child porn" really dilutes the severity of actual child porn. we shouldnt be confusing actual cp that hurts real children with just weirdos drawing porn of cartoon characters that happen to be kids, the two things are not at all on the same level

ok i suppose this was inevitable, i may as well get into it.

(CW for some discussion of CSA and child pornography, obviously)

first off, "i'm also anti proship but" is a terrifying way to start your message, and to go and follow it up with some extremely common proship copypasta i've heard a million times about "taking attention/resources/severity/etc away from real CSA victims" or whatever kinda makes me wonder how "anti proship" you actually are...?

kind of the point of this whole debate is typically that "proship" folks insist that fiction, or in this case "porn of cartoon characters that happen to be kids" as you put it, has no effect on reality or people's mindsets. and so-called "antis" like myself generally respond to this idea with something along the lines of "well it sure seems to affect the reality of your cock and balls", and point out how repeatedly consuming media with a particular focus or message has been shown time and time again to quantifiably influence the way people view the world around them, in ways that subsequently affect how they act, or desensitize them to things that might otherwise upset/offend them. y'know, like political propaganda! or blockbuster movies about killer sharks! obviously some people are going to be more resilient against that sort of influence when the real-world equivalent of "porn of cartoon characters that happen to be kids" is something so blatantly unacceptable, and nobody is really claiming that the impact of fictional CP is "on the same level" as its IRL counterpart.

but at the very least, most people who would be considered "anti proship" WILL tell you "hey, i'm not trying to say that you jerking it to twitter porn of Gwen Tennyson or Tails or whatever is LITERALLY THE SAME as committing CSA, but it's still really fucking concerning and creepy that the majority of your sexual fixations are all specifically cutesy vulnerable cartoon characters under the age of 12, many of whom also have canonical adult designs that you conveniently avoid in favor of sexualizing the ones that are barely old enough to learn long division. you should maybe do some introspection and figure out why that is and whether or not you're really comfortable with what it implies about you. personally i know I'M not comfortable with that shit and i'm not going to keep hanging around you unless you make some serious changes." except usually in my experience the conversation ends up being a lot shorter and ends in a block pretty quickly. like i'm not a psychologist and i don't keep a bunch of studies on hand to throw at you about how fictional CP is often a factor in grooming, but i DO have a brain and can pretty clearly see when someone is rationalizing behavior that will lead them to places i'm not willing to follow.

ANYWAYS to focus more specifically on the actual reason we're talking about this (which was, to be clear, a mobile ad Tumblr served me that depicted one of the dads from Rugrats having sex with his 3yo daughter): yes, actually, that shit IS illegal to create or distribute. it's not the SAME as literal photographs of real children, OBVIOUSLY, but it's still also extremely fucked up in its own right, and any reasonable person in your life would probably stop talking to you if you told them you got off to it.

don't believe me about the legality part? check this out:

so like, I GUESS you might get some legal leeway with cub furry art or sonic porn or stuff that isn't always obvious in how much it's intended to parallel real children? if you really care? but this ad was literally multiple illustrations of a human adult man having intercourse with a human toddler. it's pornography centered around openly fetishizing the sexual assault of a child by a parent. i fail to see how referring to that in shorthand as "child porn" is inaccurate in any way that matters.

and Tumblr is a US-based company, beholden to the laws shown above, so they are at least somewhat responsible when illustrated pedophilic incest porn gets shown to thousands of their mobile app users in an ad they got paid to display. THAT was the original point i was making in my post. but thank you for trying to derail it to interrogate my "anti proship" views or whatever, i have had multiple people send me fairly nasty asks about it in the past year and you finally caught me in a moment when i was already pissed enough about something else that i felt like going off about this stuff. sorry if you actually agreed with most of this and i came off as overly rude/harsh, but if that's the case then this response is for all the other anon asks and replies i've gotten too, i guess.

now we're all clear about where i stand and i hopefully don't need to talk about this again - it's kind of a fucking bummer to think about this stuff and i've been avoiding the subject intentionally. you are always welcome to just block me if you have a problem

[undeadorion]

Conversations recently have reminded just how far I've come. Not just within myself but in my choice of friends. That I'm no longer so scared of being alone or being disliked that I'm strong enough to not immediately accept anyone who wants to talk to me as a friend. That I can protect myself against those who would do me harm.

It allows me the time and energy to actually enjoy the good people in my life. Because the bad would demand so much of my time and attention I had nothing left for the good ones. But the good ones make it easy to share my time with them all because I know I can just be myself around them. I just want to gather you up in my arms and give you a big hug.

I've been looking at some of the people I used to give my time to and I have zero regrets of cutting ties with any of them. Even if at the time it was the hardest thing I'd ever done.

There was Kat who insisted I was her absolute best friend that wasn't her in person best friend. Yet she would only talk to me if she had no one else to talk to. She barely acknowledged me in public and didn't involve me in anything ever. We broke things off when I'd been having an extremely rough night, like sobbing alone at my computer bad. She'd been out drinking that night and started talking at me. When I told her I was upset she told me I should smoke some weed about it. The next day when she was sober I told her that wasn't cool and she got pissed at me. I haven't spoken to her since.

There was Azura who collected people to be her emotional harem. I was the oldest in her personal server by like a decade, which made me uncomfortable already. But the youngest was like 11, which deeply concerned me. When there wasn't enough attention on her, she'd suddenly get upset and start implying she was having suicidal thoughts. I don't take those things lightly so I would be deeply worried about her. I had many late or sleepless nights trying to be there for her, talking her through things. But it got to a point that I could predict when she would start doing it even if she seemed perfectly fine in the moment. Then when I caused too much trouble, she kicked me out of the server. The trouble being I was upset that another person would pester me constantly in DMs after repeatedly telling her to not DM me. And she was constantly trying to force me into non-con roleplay scenarios that halfway through she would try to turn into some sort of weird fluffy romance. She said I wasn't saying "no" forcefully enough because she had ADHD. Azura took her side.

Then there was Beth. The last vestige of my poor choices. I only just cut her off about a month ago. She only really talked to me if she needed someone to compliment her art or if she needed someone to talk at. Another friend said our conversations read like I was trying to talk to an AI they were so weirdly one-sided. Funnily enough, Ghost was the pebble that started the avalanche that ended it all. I was trying harder to talk about stuff I liked in an attempt to make things less one-sided. She basically said "meh" and made the conversation super serious about her in a completely unrelated topic. When I voiced my frustrations about how she treated me, she had the fucking audacity of saying I was making the conversation about me. Which really proved we were only ever allowed to talk about her. And this was all after I'd given her a second chance. Previously we'd gone several months without talking because she'd wildly mis-interpreted my words and decided to hold me secretly responsible for what she decided I'd actually meant. She'd taken "Are you sure that's a good idea?" (context being: not waiting longer for something) and she assumed I meant "You're going to fail." She didn't actually TELL me this, she just didn't respond to me for several days. She already knew I refused to tolerate silent treatment bullshit.

I've been through dozens of "friendships" like this. Toxic beyond all reason. In a way it makes me angry that I allowed myself to be used in so many different ways. But these are old scars. They no longer actually hurt most of the time. They're just a reminder of the shit I've been through. And remembering them makes me so grateful for the amazing friends and people I know today.

Just remember that friends are supposed to lift you up. Not make you dread your chat app notification sound. If thinking about a friend doesn't make your heart feel warm, if you're the sort that gets feelings like that. Friends should make you feel like wrapping up in a cozy blanket on a cold day just thinking about them. They should feel like a cool autumn breeze after a long hot summer. They should make you feel like life is worth living.

If someone insists they're your friend, consider whether they make your life better just by existing in it. Because I promise you, people who claim to be friends who don't do that are not your friends. They're not worth the time they demand of you. Find people who will be a warm light (or comforting darkness if you're into that) instead of people who sink their claws into.

[ftmtftm]

Interesting how it’s always “non-dysphoric” and “xenogenders” and their supporters who invalidate me constantly tho, so yeah no I’m always going to fucking hate them the way they’ve treated me. I’m sorry they’ve tricked you into being their puppet, transmed spaces are spaces where real dysphoria is taken seriously, if you ever need that space, it’s there

It's funny how I am neither a xenogender individual nor am I "non-dysphoric" and I am also, completely validating your frustration and anger because you are rightfully upset about people not taking your dysphoria seriously - While also consistently reminding you that individuals are not indicative of a whole.

It's frankly really disgusting of you to act as though I'm not an autonomous adult with my own thoughts and feelings though. Especially as someone who's been around transmedicalism since essentially its merge with truscums.

Like, do not recite the old magic to me, I was there when it was written when it comes to transmedicalism and truscum beliefs. I was there for the beginning of the truscum/tucute culture war and all the resulting fallout. It was 2013-15, I was 15-17, and I was alone and naïve. I've been here for a wholeass decade by this point.

When I was a transmed, I was at my lowest. Very bluntly - I wanted to kill myself. I found transmedicalism in its early years because I'd been assaulted and was afraid no one would take me seriously as a trans person if there wasn't a medical reason for my dysphoria. I was young and hurting and taken advantage of by a group of people who told me I was legitimate through medical misinformation and ideas of outdated best practices. They told me I was good and special because I was dysphoric and hated myself and wanted to die because it was all so bad. I wasn't like those filthy trenders who were... having fun and not reinforcing their own self loathing - and guess what - That was BAD for my mental health, surprisingly enough.

I'm sure it's bad for yours as well my guy.

Also?

I'm sorry but my askbox is not a place for namedropping or pity partying like this.

Especially because my dysphoria also ruined my life, for a long time. If you want to pity party we can though. Because that assault I mentioned? Was at the hands of someone who repeatedly assaulted me after I told them I was dysphoric and they effectively attempted to correctively assault me and convince me not to transition. That led me down the transmed pipeline, destroyed several of my friendships, hurt someone I deeply love with my beliefs, and guess what?

As previously mentioned: those were some of the worst few years of my life.

And since then? I lived. I healed. I've grown. I got on T and now? I'm significantly happier. I have a friend who I know will help me once I'm post-op top surgery and I'm moving closer to them this spring. My dysphoria is barely existent anymore because it is being treated and I'm surrounded by people who love and respect me.

You can find that happiness too. You're not beyond that. But you have a lot of growing to do still - clearly.

[specter-writes]

Do you do yandere stuff? 👀 and if so could I request y!hunter general hcs or perhaps yandere alphabet

*gasp* a request!!! these are welcome and encouraged actually

so here have some y!hunter for youe trouble

Warning: possessive/obsessive/manipulative behavior, mentions of killing and blood, mentions of kidnapping, swearing

PSA: Hey dont be creepy don't stalk people and dont do crimes, even youre gay

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Good fucking luck, bestie. I hope you like being touched because if you don't you might have a rough time with this dude. He wants to always have a hand on you. 25 hours a day, 8 days a week. Usually it's wholesome and fluffy, but if he's feeling particularly jealous, have fun having your bones crushed in insanely tight hugs.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He rather not kill anyone. Only as a last resort. He might do some light torture if they've done anything to particularly upset him though.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Why would he mock someone he loves? That doesn't make any sense. He took you to keep you safe, not to cause you harm! He practically worships the ground you walk on. I hope you're ready to be a God.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

Physical touch. Also, he likes to be in control specifically of what you wear. He's not too controlling in other aspects, he just loves the idea of dressing you up. He spent a while observing you while you were just friends though, so he'd like to think that he knows how to pick things you'd like.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He wears his heart on his sleeve and he hopes soon you'll do the same for him. He tells you things he doesn't think he's told anyone before. To some degree, it's to get you to feel bad for him, but for the most part, he just wants desperately to trust you and to be trusted.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd be really upset. Not necessarily at you, but sort of in a general sadness and frustration with circumstance kind of way. He wants to love you but you keep rejecting him.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

The safety of his loved ones is no game, thank you very much. In a sick, twisted way, he does derive a little enjoyment from knowing there's nothing you can do to get away from him. But mostly it makes him sad. Why would you want to escape? He's treated you so well! 

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?

His favorite punishment is isolation, because he can't bare to bring physical harm to you. He kept you locked away for upwards of 3 weeks once, after you not only repeatedly rejected him, but also let out strings of verbal abuse and said, "I should have stayed with my ex.* To keep sane you eventually come crawling back to him.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He just wants to be domestic and intimate. Carve his palisiman and come home to his loving spouse who will support him. He really just wants your future to involve him.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He gets jealous very easily, but like I mentioned, would rather not kill anyone. He does cling onto you more and do the Arthur fist thing. He might break some sticks or something he gets back from wherever he was. After years of being the emotionless golden guard, he has figured out how to regulate himself. TL;DR: he's ODing on copium.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's desperate to be loved by people, but especially you. He'd do anything to get you to say you love him. And I do mean anything. He's gotten really good and enduring all kinds of abuse, and what's a little pain if he's also getting praised by someone as perfect as you? He's physically very clingy and affectionate. As long as you don't piss him off too badly, he's not very dangerous, only obsessive. He also loves to go on walks and sometimes he finds cool stuff on the ground and just brings it to you. He will be crushed if you do not accept his offering of the cool rock.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He met you back in his days with the emperors coven. As soon as he saw you, he knew he had to get your attention. So what did he have? He had status and authority. Would those things impress you? Or would you want something more down to earth? He couldn't tell. So, he needed to watch and wait, so he could know.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really. In fact, his shift from morally fine, albeit sort of weird crush, to insane obsession was so gradual and slow that no one noticed.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Isolation, as stated above.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He's actually pretty lenient and relaxed. When you're first taken, you're not allowed outside without him, pretty standard for a yandere, but as you gain more trust and prove you won't leave him, he lets you go out alone more and more. The only thing he stays firm on is how he loves to dress you. He's passionate about fashion and passionate about you. The rush of dopamine he gets from seeing you in something he sewed is unmatched. He does still always keep tabs on you though.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Very much so. He understands it would be a rough transition period to say the least. You love him, he's sure, soon you'll realize. Until then, he's willing to wait.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

You're his everything. His world. He feels like less of a person without you. If you escaped or left some other way, he'd spend his whole life searching for you. If you died, he'd never get over it. He'd try to convince himself you're still out there. Maybe he'd even try to resurrect you. After all, it worked on him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He honestly sees it as a matter of safety. You're safer with him, and therefore better off. It was necessary, and he doesn't regret it.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Growing up around abuse/being abused definitely caused some issues that led to this. Identity issues and insecurities that come from being essentially a clone also play a huge role.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He despises it. He refuses to acknowledge that he could've caused this, and he just wraps you up in a tight hug and whispers sweet nothings to you about how it's alright and how he loves you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He's a lot more relaxed. He lets you do almost anything in an attempt to gain your favor, just as long as you don't leave.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His need to be assured and loved by you. If you're the one enacted physical contact, he'll just melt. You tell him you love him while you cuddle on the couch? He doesn't care what you're asking for, if getting it can get him this, he will get it for you, no matter the cost. And God forbid you get him a cool rock back or infodump about your hobby or just flap your arms around in excitement. He understands that perfectly, he knows what that means and he will melt into a puddle on the floor.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Maybe, but you'd have to push him way past his breaking point. He's trying to make you like him, not afraid of him.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

I've basically answered this, but he is Obsessed with a capital O. He reveres you almost like a deity of some kind. He'd doing anything to please you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A year and a half. He's a patient guy, he wanted to have everything ready and perfect for you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally. The isolation might fuck with your mind though. He thinks dependency is a show of love and he wants as many shows of love as he can get. Your happiness is, however, important to him and he tries his hardest to be as gentle as humanly possible.

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General Headcanons

-he definitely opts far away from physical abuse. He just thinks it's icky, people who love each other shouldn't hit each other, and obviously the two of you love each other.

-he's surprisingly supportive of your hobbies. While he loves and thrives on having your full attention, he also wants to be able to sit in silence and just relish in each other's presence while also doing something else.

-y!Hunter is especially obsessed with your hands. He loves them so much. They're beautiful to him. He wants to just hold them forever and ever.

-he really loves making you things and info-dumping about his special interests (right now it's wolves and color theory, weirdly enough)

-he is such attentive listener. Got a story? He wants all the details. Want to talk about the cool fun fact you learned the other day? He'll hang off every word. And god forbid you're into the same things as him. He will. talk and listen to you talk for hours and hours about it

-y'all know Eskimo kisses? He loves those so much. It feels so intimate to him. He just loves it.

[aspd-culture]

A few of my ex-exceptions still hang out with each other, and I see them sometimes. They're still useful to me, so I don't want them to go away. But, they all describe me as "getting bored" of them. This is very hurtful to me. Losing a couple exceptions around the same time internally felt devastating, and I tried hard to fight it inside a long time... the whole time they said I was acting bored of them, I wanted badly to feel interested again, and in pain from my world getting smaller. Still, I did gradually start ignoring them more and more online, showing no interest in them when we were together in person, not ever responding much to what they said even if we did talk, etc, which must have felt negative for others. I don't tell others I suspect I have ASPD/ASPD-like traits. How can you get someone to stop saying that you act bored without explaining it?

Oh, my first idea here is not nice and very symptomatic of me. So lemme specify this is not advice at all, just what I would personally consider doing. Also warning that I am sleepy af rn so I might be less masking than usual.

My instinct, though, says to tell them "honestly the more you say that, the more it's gonna be true because the human brain naturally adapts to things it is told repeatedly. So the more times you tell me I am acting bored of you, the more likely my subconscious is to believe you and see you as boring. So maybe stop writing a prophecy you don't wanna see come true?"

Another, maybe better, idea would probably be to have a conversation with them explaining how that's upsetting you and how you don't like that they keep pushing this idea because it's honestly a really mean thing to say - to tell someone who cares about you that they are bored of you - just because you feel insecure. You could say this upsets you because it makes you sound kind of shallow and accuses you of only being interested in people for entertainment, if you need a non ASPD excuse as to why you're upset.

Admittedly though, both of these are maybe pretty damn manipulative. What can I say? I'm tired and not masking as much bc I'm heading to bed rn lol.

[nonbinarycharmybee]

Lol you reminded me that I wanted to write up a disability Sonic fic but was told off because of some of the jokes in it.

It was one of those 'Sonic get into an accident while fighting Eggman and his legs get messed up' fic but instead of angsting over it the entire fic, it was about Sonic trying different mobility aids and going the physiotherapy so he can comfortably and confidently fight eggman again. His aids ranged from anything like crutches, legbraces and different types of wheelchairs.

Some of the jokes were Sonic wanting super strong crutches to whack badniks with, Sonic wanting Tails to see if he can make Sonic some rocket braces like Shadows rocket shoes, Sonic wanting to install a snowplough on his wheelchair, Eggman willing to sell Sonic Egg-moblitiy aids, Eggman installing wheelchair accessible in all his bases, Sonic saying that Mario gets to be the face of the Olympics while he gets to be the face of the Paralymics, Sonic getting Tails to push him through a drive thu, Sonic saying that he finally learnt to stand up for himself in physiotherapy, Sonic saying that he could only take 10 steps before his legs gave out but after 6 months of physio he could final take 11.

This fic was sadly taken down because some people were upset by the jokes and repeatedly reported the fic but I might have to rewrite it and post it on AO3 instead of FF net. Maybe I'll do that for next years disability awarness month.

wh e e e z e

yeah ig i can see how people would be concerned about those types of jokes being offensive but like. if their idea of "good" disability writing is just sonic being sad and angsty then :/.

I think that's part of why AUs that make Sonic disabled don't feel antithetical to his character as a thrill-seeking speed demon. Not in a "oh that's sad but he's not going to let him stop him, how inspiring uwu" kinda way, but like? Of course Sonic would beg Tails to install rocket thrusters on his wheelchair and take the opportunity to crack as many corny jokes as possible. You know that one tumblr post where he's like "wow, Eggman, you're really gonna fight a guy who can't walk? :P" (*proceeds to completely wreck his shit*). that's way more in-character than the dime-a-dozen angst fics.

[elisemightcanread]

Dreams Lie Beneath by Rebecca Ross

Rating: ★★☆☆☆

Plot- or character-driven? Plot

Strong character development? No

Loveable characters? Nope

Diverse cast of characters? Absolutely Not

Flaws of characters a main focus? Nope.

Dreams Lie Beneath is a book of missed opportunities.

Revenge stories are usually easy to get into because of how cathartic they are. Except in this story the revenge is over something that narratively feels so small that the want for revenge comes across as more petty than just.

Spoilers Below:

Clementine wants revenge on Lennox and Phelan because Lennox challenged her father to become the magician of their town and won. Sure he wasn't polite about it but neither were Clementine and her father and he won fair and square. This is something that is so easily "fixable" that Clementine can simply challenge Lennox on the next new moon and win her town back. The only reason she doesn't is because her and her father think that would be morally wrong. But revenge is ok I guess? Clementine and her father don't even have to leave their town but they get up and go the next day and then we keep being told they're heart broken despite actively choosing to leave and then not win their spot back.

I think this could have been saved by having there be some in canon law about a magician not being allowed to reclaim their or their mentor's town and that they have to leave town if they lose a challenge. That way their hate towards Lennox and Phelan would feel justified since they would have actually lost their home in a way they can't get back.

Instead they just come off as childish and prideful but the narrative wants you to be on their side.

The revenge itself is also very petty but kind of pointless. Clementine decides to disguise herself, become Phelan's assistant, and then write an expose about his family. Except that Lennox and Phelan are nobles and I don't see how anyone would believe or care about an article written by a random girl who lost to Lennox in a fight. I'm 100% sure the repercussions would be worse for her than them.

Writing wise the story is all tell and basically no show.

For example: We're told that Clementine is an artist but when she gives up her artistic skill for her disguise we never see her grieve its loss. She just fully accepts she can't make art anymore. There's some moments where she looks at paintings and thinks "I can't do that anymore, that's sad" but that's the most we get. I just really wish there was a scene where she picks up her sketchbook and tries but her skill is just gone and she gets upset about it. I honestly thought that she maybe didn't lose her skill at all because she doesn't try to make any art until the end of the book. Also turns out she didn't lose her ability to make art forever she just has to practice to get back to where she was at previously and while that's incredibly frustrating as a creator it's not nearly as terrifying as the idea that you'll never get that skill back no matter what you do. So even there the stakes are gone and any meaning behind giving up her art is essentially gone.

We're also told repeatedly that Phelan is a good guy but the most we see him do is not leave his work partner for dead and being rich enough to pay the taxes for his part of town (this is never implied to effect him monetarily). Phelan is also supposed to be a good magician but he's never successfully protected his portion of town in the new moons he's worked there and has actually been heavily injured while trying to do so twice. From a reader's perspective he comes across as a pitifully bad magician (at least in terms of fighting nightmares which is his job). Sorry Phelan but you're not beating those nepotism allegations.

In terms of characterization none of the cast feel like real people. They're all bland and 1 dimensional. Clementine is an artist who can't do art and wants revenge, Phelan is a good rich guy, Imonie is a motherly archetype. After reading the book I'm still not able to describe who the characters are as people.

The romance is also just lust at first sight but the characters and the narrative think it's love. It's supposed to be enemies to lovers but I never believe that Clementine hates him.

The magic system isn't explored at all. There's three schools of magic: avertana, metamara, and deviah. The most information we get on them is that avertana is "practical magic," metamara is "stage magic," and deviah is basically enchanting anything that can be considered art, even armor. These distinctions aren't made clear as there's never any clear explanation as to what counts as practical and what counts as stage. Also practical magic can be used to place enchantments on rooms (which one could argue that architecture is a form of artistry) but only deviah can be used to enchant armor.

There's nothing wrong with writing a simple magic system but if you're going to split it up why not make each type of magic distinct?

Overall Dreams Lie Beneath is a frustrating read that had the potential to be a whole lot more than it was.

Started: Sunday July 28 2024 Finished: Wednesday August 7 2024

[superbattrash]

Clark accidentally slips a comment about how Bruce looks adorable or cute or something and Bruce is infuriated by the fact that Clark thinks has thought of him as cute this whole time and gives a long ass Batman speech about “i am the night” and such🗿 Bruce is used to being called sexy or handsome but never cute!

It doesn’t manage to change Clark’s mind

Also this is my fav tumblr page ever ( ^ω^ )

Hi anon. Thank you so much :’) I’m glad you enjoy my page! 

This was just a short little scene I thought of, I hope this is somewhat near what you had in mind. If you’ve got anymore ideas or prompts, feel free to send them my way :D <3

"You're so cute when you're all focused like this,” Clark says, chin resting on his fist. He’s been staring at Bruce for a good fifteen minutes. He doesn’t mean to comment but it just slips out.

Bruce turns his head from the papers in front of him – he likes the feel of a case in his hands even though he can do everything digitally these days – and stares at Clark for a solid ten seconds. It’s tough to say due to the lenses, but Clark’s pretty sure he doesn’t blink.

"Excuse me?” Bruce eventually splutters as he leans back in his chair. “Cute?"

"Oh, shoot, sorry,” Clark is quick to say. He holds up his hands in surrender and goes for his most Bruce-calming smile. “I know we're not supposed to mix personal and League business. No one heard though, I don't think-"

"That is not my issue with this,” Bruce interrupts. “What do you mean by cute?"

The way Bruce says it makes it sound like Clark has just called him short. Or out of shape. Something vaguely insulting at the very least. Clark replays his own words in his head one, twice. It takes him less than half a second, but he still doesn’t get why Bruce looks so upset. He decides to try for honesty, it’s usually the best strategy when dealing with Bruce.

"What do you mean what do I mean?” He says and then explains further, because Bruce still looks like he’s smelling something bad. “You're cute. Adorable."

"Ado-" Bruce slams his mouth shut. "Is that seriously how you see me?"

"Well." Clark frowns. "Yea?"

"I am Batman," Bruce says, as if that’s response enough to have Clark swallowing his own words and beg for forgiveness. Bruce often tries this tactic, but Clark knows better. ‘I’m Batman’, please. Clark rolls his eyes. Not this again.

"I know, B,” he says, making sure not to sound mocking. While the rogues Bruce fights every night may fear the mere mention of Bruce’s alter ego, it takes a little more to rile Clark up. Especially when the big and scary Batman is acting like a child that got told no.

"I literally spend my nights going around Gotham and stopping criminals. Murderers," Bruce enunciates clearly, like Clark is a little slow today.

"Yes, but I-"

"I am feared by everyone, people barely dare look at me, even the ones I save, Clark,” Bruce continues. He’s pushed the chair back and has started pacing the floor. Oh no, this is another one of his Speeches. Clark should’ve known better. “I blend in with the shadows, I take down supervillains, I live and breathe darkness, I am the night."

"Bruce-"

"And you think I'm 'cute'?"

"I didn't mean to offend you but come on,” Clark says. He’s starting to worry the others will hear them. He can already tell from their movements that they’re aware there’s a discussion happening. “You're more than Batman.”

“I-”

“You are,” Clark stops him. “While I love- while I know the bat is very important to you and to Gotham, that’s not all that you are.”

“I know,” Bruce huffs and crosses his arms. There’s a slight tilt to his lips though, so he’s not actually upset. “I’m handsome, I’m rich, I’m sexy.”

He is. Clark has told him several times, repeatedly, panted it into his neck, whispered it softly in his ear. At least Bruce knows to keep his voice down enough for the rest of the team not to hear that particular piece of information. The others know that Superman and Batman are dating, but they don’t have to know all the details, if Clark has anything to say about it.

“You are all of those,” Clark agrees easily. “But you are also cute.”

“You’re out of your mind,” Bruce mutters.

“The way you scrunch your nose when you think nobody’s watching because you really should be wearing your reading glasses. Or the way you pick the pickles out of your burger but won’t actually order one without them. Or the way you are with the kids or any kids for that matter. When you raid the kitchen for a shred of cheese. Or-“

“Alright, alright!” Bruce holds his hands up to quiet Clark down. “That’s enough already, I get it.”

He sits down at the table again and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“See?” Clark can’t help but tease. “Cute.”

“I’m an old man, Clark,” Bruce tries. Whenever the ‘I’m Batman’ doesn’t work, he pulls out the age card. The cheater. “You’re merely blinded by your feelings.”

“So you’re old,” Clark says, just to see the insulted look on Bruce’s face. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re adorable. So sweet, so kind, so cute. My eyes work just fine, as opposed to yours.” He knows he’s pushing it, but he can see the red tint spread over Bruce’s cheeks and he’s never been able to resist Bruce’s blushing face.

“Will you shut up?” Bruce grumbles.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me, old man?” Now, Clark knows he shouldn’t tease Bruce like this. But he’s made sure the others are gone before he starts. J’onn is a saint for merely sighing and shooing people out of the adjoining rooms when Clark sends him a silent request. There’s no reason for Diana or Hal to walk in on them… again.

[areislol]

if ur req are still open, i'd love to req something w/ ur streamer au! i eat it all up nomnomnom

anyway, u know how in some games, streamers get stream sniped or how in some circumstances and games, ppl can like spawn camp u or kill u over and over? what if like reader is in that situation and they get either sad or just mad at the game and ofc, them bois gotta exact revenge for them with the fury of an angry gamer! maybe separate scenarios w/ childe, xiao, and kaeya? ty !

HI LOVE, I LOVE THIS REQUEST SMM????! work has been getting really stressful lately and i apologize for not not doing your requests if you did send one. I also apologize for not doing any headcannons lately. streamer! childe, xiao, kaeya x online friend! reader recommend listening to: telepatía

streamer! childe x online friend! reader • you and childe play games together often, most of the time childe streams them. • and today was no different, you and childe was just playing valorant - you two were just laughing while playing, interacting with his fans occasionally when suddenly you got shot, you responded with a "aw, they at least have good aim.." • childe didn't react much, he was going to go kill that person either way - but when you respawned and got shot AGAIN, it was getting quite annoying for you and for childe too. • after you respawning and getting shot multiple times, you got sad - all you wanted to do was just play the game and have fun yet this person kept on spawn killing you and it was really irritating you. • childe on the other hand was FURIOUS, all he wanted to do was play the game with you, and this player kept on spawn killing you?? like, literally killing you?? his crush?? yea no. • you was done with this game and told childe that you was just going to stop playing for a bit and once you're done you'll come back on, obviously everyone was upset - childe didnt want you to go and so did the other. the only thing that would've made you like this was that annoying player who kept on camping near your respawn area and spawn killed you. • the first thing that came up in childe's mind was to keep on repeatedly kill that person until they get annoyed and leave the game so you can join back. • childe obviously will miss you and so would the others, so when you leave childe almost immediately tells the viewers about his plans and everyone in chat went all "THAT'S SUCH A GOOD IDEA" "PLSSS" "OKAYYYY", and all those comments gave childe the confidence he needed. • childe gave you a "i hope you're okay y/n, come back soon!! <3" and turned off his phone, now it was time for his plan. • the first thing he was going to do was find the player who kept on spawn killing you, then he's going to repeatedly kill this player until they either 1. get mad and leave, 2. confront childe and so then childe could cuss them and literally roast the shit out of them or 3. they leave. • as soon as childe finds the player he quickly starts to do what he intended to do, kill that person forever and ever until they leave/rage quit. • the player finds childe and tries to shoot his shot with him but obvi fails, childe laughs at his stupidity and just goes on to kill him, and then another kill, another kill, and so much more. • the player eventually quits and sends childe a quick "fuck you." before leaving. • honestly, child was going to do much more but he just left it as it is. he also reported the player's account, and told his fans that if they also played valorant to report that account to(and they did.) • after that was done, childe felt very proud of himself and his fans could tell. • childe immediately went to text you and told you that the player left and that you could join again - you, was happy!! i mean, who wouldn't be? the person who was annoying you finally left the game and you could finally play the game with childe peacefully. • you responded with a "okay!! i'll be there in a minute, love u" :) • and as soon as childe read the "love u" he could feel himself become jelly. • soon, you join and both you and childe enjoy your game together <3

streamer! xiao x online friend! reader • xiao LOVESS to play arsenal with you, like sm. he finds ur little rages kinda cute.. • so one day, you and xiao decide to play arsenal privately, meaning that you guys could play together and no fan or viewer would have to watch you guys place(basically not streaming it) • it was all going fine until this person kept on killing you over and over again, like what was their problem?? • anyways, you was getting both mad and sad - this person kept on killing you over and over again for no apparent reason and they wouldn't go for anyone else, just you in particular. • xiao notices everything, the way your face changed every time they killed, the way your eyebrows scrunch up and your body language over all. • xiao questions you and you say that "someone is killing me repeatedly, and i dont know why!!" and by the tone of your voice, it was serious. • this was meant to be a relaxing and fun game, yet some person had to ruin it, xiao made it his mission to eliminate this player and make you happy <3 • xiao told you to get off arsenal and just rest for a bit, you refused ofc - you didnt want xiao to do any work for you. but xiao insisted and told you that he would protect your character while killing this person. • you reluctantly agree and xiao gave you a small smile - a reassuring one. • you sigh, and grab your phone - scrolling through your messages and on tiktok, xiao on the other hand made his way to your character and stayed by your side - first he had to hide as he knew that his person was only targeting you and only you so that made his job easier. • when he spots a player moving closer to you and was about to do a sneak attack, xiao immediately got out from his hiding place and sot the player, killing them. • xiao was v proud of himself, he wished you was there to watch him but he wanted to keep his doing a secret. • he kept on killing the player until they gave up and said in chat "bruh just stop.", when xiao read the message he was MAD MAD, how could THEY say something like that when they were the one who kept on killing you over and over again?? • "weren't u the one doing that to my friend first??" it pained him to mention you as his "friend" but he had to. • xiao guessed the player raged quit bc after that message the person left. • xiao looked at his kill streak, 120. not bad.. xiao sighed as he called out your name, "y/nnnn?? still here?" "huh? oh! xiao, how was the game??" • "it was alright, the person who was bothering you left, you can come back and play - btw, your character isn't damaged :)" • XIAO'S SO SWEET KEEP HIM FOREVER. • you and xiao went back on to play the game <3 and if anyone did ever do that to you then xiao's always going to be prepared.

streamer! kaeya x online friend! reader • kaeya is good at observing things, so when he notices how you kept on sighing and kept on frowning made him guess that you was annoyed. • you two was just playing a game, where you kill your opponents and you have a team of 5, a 5v5 game. • it was going fine until a certain someone kept on aiming towards you, always targeting and killing you. • you was a skilled gamer, but this was your first time playing this game so you was still getting used to it. • kaeya was a pro at this game, he always practiced playing it and even gave you some tips!! • you pout and say to kaeya "hey kaeya.. im just going to be afk for a bit - this person keeps on killing me and it's getting annoying so im just going to rest for a bit kay??" kaeya is ofc saddened by this but says okay and lets you be • kaeya is trying to hold onto the fact that someone obviously only aiming/targeting you and tries to find out who this person is, eventually, somehow he manages to find out the person's user and everything about them. • he finds the player and starts to cuss at them, they were obviously taken back at this random person just cussing them out of nowhere, but before they could even respond, kaeya had already killed them, gaining 1+. • they got mad and their next target was kaeya. after a few rounds - they couldn't even get a single HIT on kaeya nor a single streak, but rather it was kaeya that was gaining all those points and killing streaks. • every time they failed, kaeya would just degrade and down them, while simultaneously laughing at them from time to time. • they, in the end give up and leave the game - kaeya was ecstatic about this!! because this means that you could come back and play with kaeya again <3 • after spilling out the news to you, you too was also happy!! you joined back and you two enjoyed the rest of the game. occasionally laughing at each other whenever you two failed to shoot someone or whenever someone has bad aim.

why can't u just date them alrdy?? a/n: if u enjoyed this pls go check out my other genshin hcs/like + follow + reblogs r appreciated!! note: sorry that kaeya's part is short, im feeling a bit tired today im sorry ;( enjoy this!!

[bugsyfics]

Two Can Be Better Than One

Fuegoleon Vermillion x Reader x Nozel Silva

Fandom: BC

Summary: Y/N misses her boyfriend Fuegoleon and is aroused by the thought of him. When he arrives she’s shocked that he brought a guest by unexpectedly. The guest isn’t leaving and Fuego doesn’t mind sharing.

Warnings: Smut/notsfw, masturbation, thigh riding, partner sharing, face sitting, slight hair pulling

Word Count: 1.9k

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You sat next to the fireplace listening to the crackling logs, wondering what Fuego could be up to. You assumed he was probably in his office filling out reports as usual. You wanted nothing more than to see him and your longing for him grew stronger.

You got up and sighed and made your way to your bed thinking of ways to take your mind off of missing him.

After you rid your clothes an idea slipped your mind. You swirled your fingers in your mouth, wetting them and teased your hard nipples. You buried your head into Fuego’s pillow, taking in his spiced scent and rutted yourself into the bed, causing you to whine.

“Mmff—” you groaned as you imagined Fuegoleon’s hands instead of yours touching all over your naked body.

You were a whining mess, lost in the pleasure you were giving yourself. In fact, you were so lost in the moment you didn’t hear faint talking outside your room —or even the bedroom door opening.

“Y/N!” Fuegoleon exclaimed, as he was surprised by the lewdness you were outwardly displaying.

You turned your head quickly but then smirked at your boyfriend, “Fuego, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t stop thinking about your hands on m— OH MY GOD!”

Right behind Fuegoleon stood the captain of the Silver Eagles, Nozel Silva. Embarrassment was still too far from the word you needed to describe how you felt at that moment. Blush crept up your cheeks and you quickly scrambled to cover yourself.

“I-I’m so sorry. I wasn’t aware you were having a guest over,” your face was burning at this point.

Nozel must’ve heard you moaning and saw you literally grinding yourself into you and Fuego’s shared bed. His face said it all, his eyes were wide, cheeks were flushed and all he could do was stare. On the other hand, your boyfriend squinted his eyes and licked his lips clearly enjoying what he saw. But, this obviously was not the right time for that.

“U-um,” Nozel cleared his throat, ”I could always come back tomorrow when you two aren’t busy.”

“No… stay right there…” Fuego spoke as he walked to you and suddenly tore the covers off of your bare body.

“Wha-! What are you doing?!” you squealed.

Fuegoleon diverted his eyes from yours and pointed, “Nozel, sit down.”

Nozel looked to the door but then quickly did what he was told and sat down in the chair beside the fireplace.

“Tell me... what should I do with Y/N, Nozel?” Fuegoleon spoke never looking away from you.

“I-I don’t know. Maybe I should lea—”

“You're trying to make me believe you never once thought impurely of Y/N, especially after seeing what she just did,” Fuego chuckled, “What naughty things have you thought of doing to her, Nozel?”

“Tearing off her clothes and relentlessly pounding into her dripping pussy? Pulling her hair back and making her scream your name? Hm?” Fuego hummed and cocked his eyebrow.

“S-sometimes I stare at her and wonder how she would look underneath her tight clothes…” Nozel spoke low, his gaze burning through you.

“Ah, see it wasn’t that difficult,” Fuego smirked and brushed your hair away from your face.

It was humiliating, not only for your boyfriend to uncover you but also ask his friend vulgar questions about you. You looked away from him, upset that he would do something so inappropriate.

“Do you think about those scenarios often… involving my girlfriend?” Fuego questioned Nozel.

“Yes... quite often,” Nozel responded but fully diverted his attention to you.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll let you have her however you want,” Fuego chuckled, “but first she needs to be punished properly.”

You opened your mouth to protest but Fuegoleon pressed his hand against your mouth. He leaned down and his breath fanned your ear.

“I know you want this, Y/N. I bet your dripping, thinking about me giving permission to Nozel to do whatever he wants with this pretty body of yours. I will let him take you however he wants —I’ll make sure he pulls out of course. Do me a favor and be a good girl for me and things will go smoothly.”

He sat down on the bed and patted his thigh, “sit.”

You sat down feeling the fabric of his pants brush against your tingling pussy and you shivered. He grabbed your hips, rocking you back and forth across his thigh.

“Move. Keep going.”

The friction of Fuego’s pants on your sensitive clit started to make you shudder. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up to kiss him. He roughly pushed you back down and dragged you against himself at a faster pace.

“You put on a show for everyone but now you want to quit? No, it doesn’t work like that… Let go. On my thigh just like that, keep going.”

“Mmffuckk. P-pleasee,” you cried out.

Fuego made you ride past your limit, basically moving you roughly on his thigh until you saw stars. Your pussy lips were swollen and throbbing from the constant friction and every touch made you moan.

“Did you learn your lesson, Y/N?”

“Yes, Fuegoleon,” you croaked into his chest.

He brushed back the hair that clung to your face and kissed your forehead. Your lust filled eyes found Nozel’s and your heart started pounding in your chest again. Nozel stood from the chair and stopped behind you.

“You taught her well, Fuegoleon. Do you think she can handle me?” Nozel questioned.

“She can handle whatever I make her handle. Though, you sound cocky for someone who hasn’t even touched her yet,” Fuegoleon commented.

Suddenly Nozel grabbed a hold of your hair and yanked your head back enough for him to make eye contact and you whimpered.

“She’s whining already. It doesn’t seem like she can take much but I'm still willing to try,” he looked down at you observing your expression.

Your head was spinning and a part of you was still trying to figure how all of these events occurred in such little time. Not in a million years did you think you would find yourself between your boyfriend and his hot… friend? Rival? At this point it didn’t even matter you were just immensely turned on from the force being used on you.

“I can do whatever I want?” Nozel asked Fuegoleon.

“As long as you don’t hurt her or release in her… do as you please,” Fuego shrugged.

Your boyfriend gave your nipples a couple of playful tugs and lifted you off of his leg. He pulled you into him and kissed up your neck sucking lightly.

“Do what Nozel tells you,” he instructed and pulled away.

You turned to Nozel and he stared at you for a few moments before saying, “Y/N, show me how wet you are.”

You were unsure what he wanted you to do so you rubbed two fingers through your slick folds and showed him your wetness. He grabbed your hand roughly and sucked on your wet digits, licking off every last drop of your arousal.

He snaked his hand around your throat, “You taste wonderful, Y/N. Sit on my face so I can make you come and clean it up with my tongue.”

You looked over at Fuegoleon who stood against the wall and he nodded. Nozel removed his sandals and laid back against the headboard. You hesitantly climbed over him, uncertain about this new experience.

“Whenever I make you feel good, moan for me.”

His tongue circled your clit, sucking and nibbling around the sensitive skin and worked his way to your entrance. He poked his tongue inside you, swirling it around and collecting your arousal.

“Aaah, mmm,” you moaned and pulled on his hair.

You watched as your wetness coated Nozel’s face and you began to slightly bounce on his tongue as he entered your slick walls repeatedly.

“Mmmff… I’m coming!”

He took one last slurp and tapped your leg for you to get up. He pulled his hard member out of his pants and rubbed himself lightly, “lie down.”

You laid on the duvet staring up at Nozel. His face remained stern but his pupils were blown. Only lust filled his eyes.

He pressed at your entrance and you thought he would let you adjust but instead he pounded into you. You moaned incoherently letting out strangled whines and whimpers. Your eyes found Fuego’s and you looked down to find him stroking his cock to the rhythm of your hips bucking. It was all too much. Nozel cursing into your neck and thrusting roughly and Fuego getting off to you getting fucked took you over the edge.

Your eyes rolled back as ecstasy crashed into you like a ton of bricks. Your mouth hung open and you couldn't even make a sound from the intense pleasure. You arched your back unable to roll your hips anymore and collapsed onto the bed. In unison you heard Fuegoleon and Nozel groan and you slowly came down from your high.

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A/N: Halfway through writing this I realized that 1. I’m dick deprived 2. This is soo hot and I need these two men to take me... Ahem! I hope you found it as exciting as I did. Remember requests are open!

— bugs

[writing-by-gayrainbowbridge]

Adopted By Frostiron

Second Part From This Fic Inspired By The Gorgeous Fanart Made By murdermuffinloki:

Here is the second part! A Frostiron Story of Loki and Tony adopting little Sylvie ❤

⚠️Warnings: Minor Angst, Minor Character Death⚠️

Enjoy! 💚❤

(Please Check The Pinned Post On My Tumblr Page To See If There Are More Parts To This Story)

Loki was relieved when he came out the other side of the portal which snapped shut, assuring him that the TVA Agent's couldn't follow them through there. He doubted they even knew where he had gone.

In fact...where was he?

It was obviously New York, he knew that much but he had no idea where in New York he was, nor did he know where the Avengers Tower actually was. He couldn't see it as there were various buildings in the way and worse, it was night out.

The little girl in his arms buried her face into his shoulder, clinging tight to his shirt. He had better find it quick because this little girl needed to sleep. Whatever time it was, he doubted it was an appropriate time for her to be awake.

"Here, Sweetheart," Loki said, setting her down on the ground before crouching. "Hop on my back instead. It'll be much easier to carry you and you can rest until I find the Tower."

She didn't question it, apparently too exhausted to argue as she clambered onto his back, wrapping her small arms around his neck as Loki lifted her up.

Much better.

He started walking, the child Variant resting her chin on Loki's shoulder, eyes blinking repeatedly as if trying not to fall asleep as they walked. The poor thing must be so tired after whatever the TVA had put her through.

It took a while for him to find the glow of the giant 'A' on the Avengers Tower but sighed in relief when he finally saw it. It looked perhaps a half hour walk from here more or less but he would manage.

Of course, he could have teleported but he didn't want to waste his magic on it in case the TVA suddenly popped up to arrest him again.

"Mother," the little girl muttered, clinging her arms tighter around Loki's neck.

"I'm not your Mother, Sweetheart," Loki said softly though he hated to say so. He didn't wish to make her upset.

She shook her head quickly. "My mother. You're my mommy? Look like my mommy."

Loki sighed, turning the corner of the street. "I'm afraid not. Your mother would be in your own timeline."

She frowned to herself. "She died. But you're here."

Loki's heart fell at that. "What about your father?"

Again, she shook her head. "Dead. Killed by the bad King."

Loki frowned slightly, wondering exactly who she meant and had a thought. "What are your parents' names?"

"My mommy's name is Laufey," she told him. "And daddy is Farbauti. He went to a war and didn't come back. Was told he was killed by the bad King."

"I see," Loki said slowly, having a feeling he knew who that 'bad King' was.

"Mommy died before I was born," she said after a minute. "After daddy died, I had to go to Asgard. The people there didn't like me much."

"They didn't?" Loki said with a frown.

"Nuh uh. They teased me and called me names," she said in a small voice. "Called me a monster."

Loki pursed his lips, eyebrows knitting together. Well then, that settled the thought he'd had since learning her parents were deceased.

"Would you like to stay here? In this timeline?" Loki offered.

She perked up a little at that. "With you? You'll be my new mommy?"

Loki smiled gently. "Of course, my dear. I'm sure Anthony wouldn't mind."

"What's an Anthony?" The little girl asked, her tone confused.

Loki went on to explain about his husband and how he was a superhero who saved the world. He told all about how they slowly fell in love before getting married and not long ago bringing little Peter into their life. She had squealed excitedly at hearing she would have a brother, legs kicking in her excitement.

Loki couldn't help but smile.

One long thirty five minute walk that made Loki cherish the fact that he could teleport if he chose to, he found himself at the front of Avengers Tower. By that time, the girl had fallen asleep, head resting against Loki's shoulder, breathing softly.

He went to the door which opened before he knocked though no one was on the other side and simply walked inside.

"Hello, Loki. It is good to know you are safe," Jarvis' voice stated in that calm, polite tone. "I have alerted Sir of your arrival. He says he will be here shortly."

Jarvis had barely finished his sentence when the elevator dinged and a disheveled looking Tony nearly tripped in his haste to get out the elevator. He turned wide brown eyes on Loki, relief flashing through them. "Loki...thank fuck, you're okay."

"Anthony, hush. As much as I'm glad to be back, I prefer you not to swear around children," Loki scolded even though he knew the girl was still fast asleep.

Or at least, he thought she was until she spoke. "What does 'fuck' mean?"

Loki groaned, crouching back down so she could slip off his back, taking her small hand as he straightened up.

Tony stared at her wide eyed as he slowly walked closer to them. "Um, who is...?"

"There's a lot we need to discuss," Loki muttered. The girl was leaning heavily against Loki's leg, still tired despite her nap and Loki sighed, picking her up in his arms again. "Anthony, could we keep her?"

Tony stopped in front of them, blinking a few times as if he hadn't heard right. To be fair, it had taken Tony forever to convince Loki to adopt Peter and now suddenly out of the blue, Loki was asking to adopt another child. "I mean, we only adopted Peter last week. But yeah, sure. Why not?"

Loki was relieved to hear that he hadn't been gone all that long and even more relieved to hear that Tony was okay with it. He wasn't sure what he would have done if the genius hadn't been.

"Hello, Sweetie," Tony said, ruffling the little girl's hair who only blinked sleepily at him, making him check his watch. "Oh, wow. It's way past your bedtime, missy."

She mumbled something that only Loki caught. "Itchy."

Loki understood what she was talking about. His TVA uniform wasn't any better. "Perhaps we should find her some sleepwear first?"

"Oh, yeah. Right," Tony said with a smile. "Well, Peter's asleep in the lounge room. Fell asleep after the movie and I didn't have the heart to wake him up to get him to bed. We can have a look through Peter's clothes for the now until I can order some for her."

They went up to Peter's room.

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@murdermuffinloki Second part done! Poor Sylvie. She just wants to sleep 😭😂

Tagging @mashumaru @kymera219 @just-inside-me until you tell me otherwise ❤

[asexual-means-no-attraction]

Do you know how to explain trans to older people / parents? I've gotten the same question over and over from both my parents and grandparents and that's "But why do you want to be a boy if you don't like cars or don't want to play sports?" Upon clarification, I essentially found out that they seem to believe NOT that all men like cars and trans men do too, but that people transition specifically because they want to do the hobbies "of the opposite sex." Like to them it isn't even "I'm becoming a boy, so I like cars and sports", but "I like cars and sports so I'll become a boy." Like to them, my cis guy pal who likes ballet and dolls has enough reasons to become a girl.

My sexologist (we don't have GIPs here, a sexologist works with trans people) tried to explain it to my mother repeatedly but failed every time (my mom kept going in circles no matter how many times the sexologist explained everything).

I also tried to explain it by saying that it's a neurological condition that causes my brain to be of a different gender than the body and that my sexual characteristics and things like voice or the lack of facial hair cause me distress. I was met with "But you liked both dolls and cars when you were little! And you didn't tell us that you were a boy when you were a toddler!" and tried to explain "Well, I didn't even know trans people existed, how could I have known that I was when I was a kid? Do you know that your leg is broken if you don't know what a broken leg is? Plus you always told me that I could play with anything and never bothered to gender toys nor clothes, probably because I was a girl so you didn't think I'd need that knowledge, so I played with anything." but they never listen to that, they say "No! All trans people know they're trans since they're born! They demand to be called a different name (a fun fact is that I did actually express absolute hatred of my name since an early age) and refuse to even socialise with people of their agab!"

I have no idea how I'm supposed to explain myself to them. I ran out of ideas tbh.

I can't promise these ideas will help but I got a few ideas. Note that a lot of these over simplify things and aren't going to be perfect analogies. But they can help to at least get someone in the right direction. And yes I am aware of how vaguely these relate-- but from what it sounds being specific isn't helping. Warning too: these ideas can apply to a lot more than being trans just an fyi.

When I first started realizing I was trans I explained it to myself using two things:

1. Imagine you're on a tran and you're going through a tunnel. It's dark but it's not bad. You're comfortable. Can't see anything out the window but you don't mind. You're ok where you are. You're content. Suddenly, the tunnel ends! And you can see out the window. There is an amazing view!! The most amazing view you've ever seen. And even tho you were just content and satisfied in the tunnel, you don't want to go back now. You were content in the tunnel until you saw the view outside. Of course you don't want to be in the tunnel when you can see this amazing view! Similarly, you were content as a girl until you really started thinking about yourself as a boy-- and now you can't imagine going back. Because you like being a boy so much more.

2. I personally really don't like vanilla cake. Like... I really don't. But I can still eat it. I like the frosting that comes with it. If someone hands me vanilla cake I won't complain, I won't be upset. I'll eat it and be fine. But if someone offered me vanilla or chocolate cake-- I'd pick the chocolate cake hands down every time. I love chocolate cake. I'd eat it all day if I could. If chocolate is ever an option, then vanilla will never make me happy. If being a boy is an option, then being a girl will never make me happy.

A few other ideas I got:

3. Ever had a family member knits you an itchy and ugly sweater that you hate? (I never have personally, but still). Do you remember having to wear it to family gatherings all the time to make that person happy? Your parents made you and you hated every second of it? But you still did it. And seeing that smile on that family members face... Well, it made it feel a little more ok. You're happy that they are happy. You're glad you could show them you care even if you don't actually like the sweater. We all do things we don't like in order to show we love those around us. It's just part of showing you care.

Often when you're trans, you'll look, wear, play with, etc certain things because they are there and they make you happy. You're mom gave you a doll, of course you're gonna play with it. It was a gift from mom and you love your mom. Your grandma buys you a dress, of course you're gonna wear it. She wanted to make you happy and it's not a terrible dress. Because you were raised as a girl, of course there will be girly things you've liked in the past. Because you were a girl, you were given girl clothes and girl toys-- naturally you wore and played with those. Because you want to show you care about the gifts given to you.

Now that you're older, you have more of a choice in what you say, wear, and do. And part of growing was realizing you were trans. And just because you were given girl clothes and toys as a kid, doesn't change anything about who you are.

4. Let's say you are 8 and have a potato allergy. Everytime you eat potatoes you get what you call "potato sweats." Everything gets hot and a sweaty and you wanna pass out. But as time goes on you're fine. You think everyone deals with this because no one has told you that it's not normal. No one else complains about potatoes. You figure everyone just deals with the potato sweats and it's fine.

Once you're in high school you complain about the potato sweats while eating fries. And your friend looks at you like you're insane. You explain what you're talking about and everyone at your table tells you it's not normal. You talk to a doctor and they tell you that you're allergic. How were you supposed to know? You thought it was normal to feel that way!! It wasn't until you learned about how others feel when eating potatoes and you knew something was wrong.

Being trans is very similar. Sometimes you're so used to feeling outta place with your own body that it feels normal to you. It's not till later that you may realize what you're feeling isn't actually normal.

That's all I can think of right now. If anyone else has ideas feel free to share. I tried to keep my ideas broad because I feel like that easier to understand.