And I've always said that!

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⋆.˚.⋆⚠︎ ⋆.˚.⋆ unhinged gn reader

you were hurting him, he let you do it. [a continuation of bleed for me]

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this was fair. after all he's put you through. he deserved to ache in your name and it was just for you to be the one to put him through it.

and yet in some strange way, he felt this brought the both of you closer. hurting him over and over again, using him as your outlet for the rage that was undoubtedly going to boil over all over again. caspian was there to catch your heat.

he would happily let you burn him. his breath is shaky now, he could see the almost hypnotized look in your eyes from his place beneath you. you were drunk on his pain, and he could've sworn he saw you grin for just a split second between your barred teeth degrading him.

the back of your hand swatted harshly against his cheek, the loud slap forced a grunt from his throat and you immediately snuffed it out when your hands enclosed tight over his throat. he made new noises, strained ones that sounded like a strangle gurgle.

those sweet tears of his prickling at the corners of his eyes only encouraged you to squeeze tighter with all the brute force and blind rage you had to offer. this was fair. he deserved this.

a grunt came from him through his labored breathes. 'th...that....that's e-enough.' caspian choked out, his fingers wrapped around your wrists. he began to say your name weakly, his eyes no longer enduring but pleading for you.

you didn't want to stop. you were still angry so much that you probably didn't even hear him as you squeezed tighter. you wanted him dead by the death grip you had on his throat. he knew that.

normally he wouldn't have cut you off. he wouldn't deprive you of letting loose. but he felt himself losing consciousness. he kept pleading as best he could, but you wouldn't listen.

you just wanted to hurt him for what he did to you. suffer exactly what he turned to you into.

you wouldn't stop on your own, so he forced you, within an instant he had flipped you over with his strength alone, completely inverting your positions. now your cheek was pressed against the floor, and his chest was against your back.

he quietly pleaded in your shoulder, like you were the one who still had control, 'please...j-just...just settle down, my love.' you could feel his heavy breath by your ear.

in that moment you were reminded just how easy it was for him put an end to all of this. even if he let you off of the leash every now and then, it was never hard to put you back on it.

you felt frustration creeping up your back, but you nodded, nonetheless. those, 'how dare you deprive me' thoughts buzzing in your head wouldn't get you anywhere, and at least you got most of the rage out of your system.

then he let you and up, your eyes drifted to his figure still sitting on the floor, on the verge of collapse. his slender hand was grasping at his throat, like he was feeling the ghost of your hand choking him.

caspian's pale hair curtained across his icy blue eyes, he was staring at the floor, struggling to breathe, and his face had flushed a sickly red. then his gaze shifted and caught your bleeding knuckles. 'you're hurt-...l-let me bandage your knuckles.'

'i can do it myself.'

'...oh-' he mumbled his understanding between struggling to come to his feet. a few droplets of blood dripped from his jaw and onto the ground. 'yo..you've got one hell of a grip, you know.' caspian ran his hand through his hair, brushing it away.

something about seeing him stumble his way into the bathroom twisted something ambiguous inside you. you don't think you would ever get used to seeing him so weak. he closed the door behind him, and you were left alone.

you went to your room. inside it was wholly silent aside for your jack-hammering heart. you sat on your bed and stared at the blood tinting bruised knuckles red. they were throbbing, but it was a good kind of pain. one that reminded you it was real and you were alive.

your mind was still reeling with him playing on loop. it was a shallow and temporary revenge, but it still got your mind off of all the terrible things he'd done to you. it took maybe a half hour for the ache in your hands to subside.

then you left your room and entered his bathroom, caspian was before the mirror, dabbing the blood off his forearm with a cotton round.

when you came in, he stopped what he was doing and gave you his full attention. 'did you need something?'

'..are-' you gagged on your words, of course he wasn't okay. look at what you had done to him. why did you even bother with that? you shouldn't give a shit if he dropped dead right there and then.

you didn't speak any further, he stared at you for a long moment before turning back to the mirror assessing the damage you had done to his face.

then you approached him, wordlessly, and reached for a small plaster and applied his bruised jaw. the same fingers that had curled into a cruel fist to beat him over and over again, were now gently brushing away the hair from his eyes to apply a healing balm around the skin of his eye.

you might not have been aware of it, but focusing on him brought a haphazard calm to your face and the frustration (that caspian feared might've been permanent) slowly melted into something slight.

he relaxed his shoulders and leaned his cheek into your palm; his eyes shut. that's when you noticed the tear that slipped out, glimmering on his cream skin.

'what?' you said, pulling away your hand.

'it's nothing...' he reached back for your hand, desperate to maintain this gentle contact for you. 'please...keep going'

you thought for a moment and decided to comply, rounding your thumb in slow circles on his cheek.

he thanked you, and with that sheepish look on he probably couldn't resist the urge to call you pretty. it was hard to ignore when you both were this close.

even after everything, his compliments still made butterflies flutter in your stomach. you hardened your gaze, hoping it didn't show on your face. caspian wasn't looking for long, though, he dipped his face underneath the crook of your neck

for a moment you let him do as he pleased, it stretched over a minute, and it ended with you being pushed up to sit on the countertop as he offered you one slow kiss after the next into your soft skin.

with the new angle, you buried your nails into his scalp, sending a jolt of pain through him. he returned his gaze to you. your. 'where does it hurt the most?' you asked.

caspian clutched his neck, 'here...' your handprints were dark red against his skin.

you beckoned him closer, your palms cupping his face. then you tilted your head and bit into his neck harshly. he whimpered.

'let's keep it that way.'

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This is NOT mandatory, and of course there are causes that need much more help. So don't feel pressured! But if you happen to have a little to spare, I am getting tooth surgery this Friday and they charged me 2k upfront 😭 and then when I asked if it could be split, they told me I ran the risk of my jaw shifting if so 😭 but I have been in pain with these back molars for months and I've been stalling to pay for other things, so... I gotta just take the L but. Anything helps 🙏🏾 Much appreciated if you do 🙏🏾

I'm talkin white people selling rattles and dream catchers, white people banging First Nations style drums, white people teaching talking stick workshops, that kinda shit

So what do you do when you see this crap? How do you show your disapproval in a way that makes them give a shit?

I'll tell you what I do. The point is to show them that appropriating Indigenous cultures will lose them customers.

When I see fakey Native art I say something like "Oh wow, you make dreamcatchers! What nation are you from?" (Use tribe in the states)

I used to ask point blank if they were Native, but I'd nearly always get some Cherokee great grandmother bullshit, or even "I'm not sure, I could have some Native in me!"

Most of the time they don't know what I'm talking about, because they're not Native and don't know that this is a very normal thing to ask when meeting another Native.

When they ask me what I mean I say "I mean your tribe, which First Nation are you from?"

This is the point where they sheepishly mumble that they are not First Nations.

I let my face fall and say something like "Oh. That's disappointing" or "Wow. Unfortunate."

I let it get awkward. And then I leave, shaking my head in disapproval.

You may feel like you need to educate them on cultural appropriation but here's the thing: it's 2025. They know. Brenda the middle class reiki shaman is FULLY aware that her smudge fans are stolen culture. She doesn't care. The only way to make them care is to hit them where it hurts: the wallet.

Make them think that you would have purchased what they are selling if it was AUTHENTIC.

If you wanna go the extra mile send an email to the organizers, in your best white people voice, and tell them that you are disappointed that they are facilitating culture theft.

Also i have an Evil Idea for you that isnt that fleshed out cuz its 4 am and I am tired 😴

Anyways, Tony and Peter with a reader who hasn't really gotten to be their own person for 90% of their life. Maybe it's because of terrible parents, maybe they went through a diet version of whatever Tony and Peter have been putting them through.

The reader finally gets out of the first shitty situation, meets one of them (you pick ✨️) and finally gets a taste of "freedom". They feel like they're being truly understood, like their needs are being taken seriously, LIKE THEY'RE A REAL, LIVING, HUMAN BEING!

And then the rug gets violently ripped from underneath them when they get kidnapped. Now hear me out on this...what if the reader was surprisingly calm about this situation? Somewhat accepting, even.

The Starks are cliterally jumping for joy, their darling seems totally fine with this! BUT THERE'S ANOTHER TWIST!!

Its a monkey's paw situation. Maybe similar to how Nikki was in Obsession where the Real Y/N is being suppressed and hidden by this overly obedient, "loving" personality that's been somewhat forced upon them. Because thats all they knew for the longest. Whatever small bits of personality they got to have are no longer present, and all they want to do is survive these two yanderes.

I hope you liked this, and you can shoot me out back if you didn't 🥰🥰🥰

baby maybe we should have a midpoint in case i don’t like it.

but fortunately, I DID LIKE IT. i like the possibility that reader comes from a strict family, however there is something small i wanna point out

most strict families also have undertones of misogyny and a patriarchal structure within it. in my own experience, you’re expected to do things for the men of the household while they kick back and relax instead of everyone helping each other out in household tasks. (it’s so annoying !!)

so IDEA that reader when captive is like so frustrated and upset that now she also has to do chores in a place she doesn’t even want to be in, and probably get treated poorly by peter and tony, and it’s already all giving her a headache…

so imagine your surprise when you’re literally the thing the entire penthouse revolves around. EVERYTHING. there’s coding in JARVIS that won’t let him exceed a certain decibel count but ONLY when YOURE ASLEEP. you never EVER will have to clean anything up. even if it’s your mess from baking, or accidentally spilling something, or anything else, peter and tony handle it for you. just sit back and let yourself be taken care of

and i know from my experiences that all the girls i’ve seen from strict households end up very independent and autonomous because they take care of so many tasks themselves, so for you to finalllllly have people take care of YOU? actually FORCE you to sit down and not be in charge for once cause they’re competent and know how to do this themselves??

i think tony would rather bite a brick than tell you to do the dishes or make him a meal. only time you EVER do either is out of your own accord, but even then the first few times they’ll just lift you by the hips or from your armpits onto the counter and tell you to take it easy and that they’ll take care of it themselves. just give them instructions if you want anything done a certain way.

hi it’s me again because everything hates me ! im a disabled and undiagnosed trans woman and my roommate is a trans system and we were kicked out of our previous home hours after finishing moving in because the homeowner found out we were trans. he currently has almost all of our possessions hostage in his home and we are staying in a shitty motel we rented with m0ney we borrowed from a friend. we have no family help and no one who can take us in, and we were just denied work after weeks of being led on by interviews and phone calls. we are continuing to look with everything we’ve got. the water here has lead in it so we have to buy water, and the stove releases fumes that make me feel nauseous and lightheaded when i turn it on, so we only have a microwave to cook in. this place is crummy but it has a/c and we need to stay here to avoid being out in the heatwave. please, please consider sharing the post or helping us out. we are trying so hard. thank you. links down there ⬇️

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