Do You Say "I Love You" To Your Parents Or Are You A Middle Class Desi Who Was Never Taught How To Express

Do You Say "I Love You" to Your Parents or Are You a Middle Class Desi Who Was Never Taught How to Express Their Emotions.

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in light of recent events as well as a new rise in creating nazi ocs I think this post is an important one to have on your blog if you stand behind your jewish followers or are jewish yourself.

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purplebasementfestival

2 years ago

So with the Percy Jackson series coming out I want to talk about obsessive gatekeeping in fandom. The Harry Potter fandom was obsessed with if you didn't read the book you weren't a real fan. This is a show with a ton of input from the author, it will be plenty accurate and I'm sure if you wanted even more content the books would give you that, but this is about kids with ADHD and dyslexia. This was the story that told me it was okay that I couldn't get through a book a day, when all the other fandoms around me turned me off to their stories. I am so excited for the kids who just can't enjoy reading to get to experience this story. And I hope some of them decide to give reading a try, or to see if audiobooks are a better fit. Welcoming these kids into the fandom with open arms will do a lot more for bringing out an interest in reading in them than shaming them for not reading the books.

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purplebasementfestival

2 years ago

Masquerade massacre / Dance with death

king!yandere x fem reader / Y/N

Summary: the king spotted you last year, and now, during his masquerade, he'll make sure you'll be his for eternity ... and he has a (bloody) surprise for you.

Warnings: massacre, yandere themes, obsession, embarrassment, jealousy, guns, forced marriage, manipulation (?), possessiveness

Word count: 1.7k

He knows you’re here somewhere. You can’t hide from him forever. You’re somewhere among the hundreds of fancy guests covering themselves with jewels and masks, hiding their rotten personalities. You’re not like them, he knows that. He can’t wait until he finds you and can swoop you into his secure arms, hold you close to him and kiss your pretty lips. His eyes wander under the jeweled mask like a hawk, searching for you.

The second he’ll find you, he’ll never let you go again. He’s been planning this moment ever since he first saw you on that ball a year ago. You were dancing with his cousin. This time, however, you’ll dance with him and him only. He has a plan for you for the end of the night, but for that to happen, he needs to know which one of these women you are. He can’t make a mistake.

You, however, haven’t noticed the king’s predatory gaze as you make your way throughout the thick crowd of people. You’re wearing a blue dress with a white and blue mask with your hair swaying over your shoulders, not standing out among the well dressed women. Everyone’s trying to impress the royal highness. Even you — or that’s at least what you think. Everyone around you has been drooling over the young king and you have done what was needed to fit in. You can’t deny that your heart lies with the man you danced with at the ball last summer, the handsome, royal cousin. He’s the man you’ve actually dolled up for and is looking for.

You sigh. How are you ever going to find him among all these people? It’s near impossible. You stand on your tippy toes to look over the sea of people. You see a black haired man and in hope of finding the right one, you start to gently push through the sea of socializing people.

You pass the throne on your way. The king follows you with his eyes. A small, wicked smile spreads across his face. Got you.

You reach the man you believe to be the right one.

“Good evening, my lord”, you say. “I hope you remember me. I really enjoyed our dance last summer. I was hoping to dance with you tonight as well.”

The man turns to you and you can already tell on his green eyes that he’s not the man you threw yourself over last year. Worse, he’s wearing a wedding ring on his finger and a woman on his arm. Mortified, you place your hand over your mouth and make a run for it before he can open his mouth. You have to get out of here before he can get to know who you are. You push through people, no longer caring if they find you rude. You have to get out of here now.

You hurry out to the staircase and take a few breaths for yourself. Your shaking hands hold onto the stone railing as you lean towards one of the pillars. If that man and his wife realizes who you are, everyone in the elite class will talk about how you’re a ‘homewrecker’ and a ‘filthy girl’. A few sobs escape your lips.

“Finally, I found you”, you hear a male voice say behind you. “I’ve been looking for you all night, my lady.”

You gasp and turn around, seeing the king himself walk towards you. Everything about him screams power, self confidence and dominance. Everything a king should have, you think. The king moves over to you and gently removes your mask. His heart skips a beat at the sight he’s met with. Your teary doe eyes, trembling bottom lip and beautiful skin. He wants to keep this for himself. No one else should see you this vulnerable. Gently, he starts wiping your tears with his hand. The cold, gold rings making you shiver.

“Don’t cry, my dear”, the king whispers.

He has you pressed up against the pillar by now. If he moved any closer, he would be touching you.

“I’m embarrassed, your majesty”, you whisper back.

“I know, I saw it all”, the king murmurs and places a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Oh no.

“O-Oh … you did …”, you mumble and look down.

“Yes, I’ve been keeping my eye on you. As I said, I’ve been looking for you all night.” He puts his hands on your waist. “And now that I've found you, I won’t let you get out of my sight again.”

You freeze and give him a wide eyed look. What is he talking about? He chuckles and places your mask back on your face with the same grace he just used.

“Will you come back with me to the masquerade?” he asks and holds out his hand.

If you take his hand now, you’ll give yourself to him. If you take his hand now, he’ll never let you go. But you don’t know that. Yet.

“You won’t meet that man again”, the king promises. “You will stay by my side all evening, I promise. I even have a surprise for you, my dear. Come on … take my hand.”

You nod carefully and take his hand. He smiles smugly, knowing that you’re now trapped in his twisted little world forever. You’ll be his beautiful little accessory, a wonderful little doll for him to dress and love.

He brings you back into the big hall. Everyone’s eyes turn to you. The king smiles cockily and places his arm around your waist to bring you closer.

“Dance with me”, the king whispers in your ear.

He brings you out on the dance floor and pulls you closer to him. It’s not enough for him. He wants you even closer, wants to be one with you. He wants to feel you from the inside out, wants to get to know every centimeter of you. Your scent is like a drug to him and your voice lulls him in. He brings you along with him on the dance floor in his rhythm, giving you a taste of how your life will be from now on. Everything from now on will be in his rhythm and you should only lean on him.

“You’re so beautiful tonight”, the king tells you.

“Thank you, your majesty”, you say shyly.

He bends down to your ear.

“Lean on my chest”, he whispers. “Show everyone that you belong to me now.”

You swallow and hesitate. You don’t really love the king, you like his cousin. But after tonight, he’s the last person you want to think off. You’ll never be able to look him in the eyes and not think of the humiliation you felt tonight. You close your eyes and lean your head on his chest. The king sends the crowd cocky gazes. Look what’s his. Look what they’ll never ever have.

After an hour of non-stop swaying around on the dance floor, you tell him that you’re starting to get tired and should retreat to bed. He grabs your hand, stopping you.

“Don’t leave yet”, he begs you. “I have a surprise for you, remember?”

“Your majesty, I’m really tired-”, you start.

“I can give you the surprise now.” He pulls you with him. “Come.”

He takes you to the throne and sits you down. You shake your head quickly. You can’t sit on the throne! He insists on you taking your rightful seat before standing beside it and gestures with his hand to the guards around the hall. How come you didn’t notice them before?

To your utter horror, they pick up rifles and start to shoot recklessly, not caring who they hit. You scream and stand up, but the king presses you down again.

“Don’t leave yet”, he smiles, his calm voice somehow being able to be heard over the horrified screaming. “The show’s not over.”

You stare up at him. Something’s changed in his demeanor. A wicked, almost manic, smile has spread across his face and a psychopath hint in his eyes. You start to cry as you’re forced to watch the massacre in front of you. Body after body falls to the floor in pools of blood. You press yourself closer to the throne’s backrest, body shaking worse than ever. To your side, you notice how the king walks in front of you and sinks down on one knee. He picks off one of the golden rings off his fingers.

“Marry me, my lady”, he says. “I don’t want to live another day without you. Be mine. Please. I’ve gotten rid of all the competition. I will never look at anyone else besides you. I got rid of them all.”

You can’t find any words. Your brain has stopped working completely. Not a single sound leaves your mouth when you open it.

“If you don’t say ‘I do’, you will be shot”, the king says warningly, dark eyes looking directly at hers. “If I can’t have you, no one can. It’s you and I or no one.”

“Y-Your majesty”, you sob. “Please … please don’t …”

“Say it.”

“I-I … I can’t …”

“Y/N, tell me you’ll be my queen, tell me that you’ll stay with me forever … or end up like all the others.” He caresses your wet cheek and you flinch away from his hands. They may not have physical blood on them, but you know that they’re covered. “Don’t be a stupid girl now, darling. You know you don’t want to die. Accept the ring. Accept my love.”

You give the pile of bodies a gaze. That is not how you want to end up. But the king has gone insane … you can’t accept that either.

“Y/N …”, the king says. “I’m losing patience.”

“O-Okay … okay, I’ll do it!” you sob. “Please don’t hurt me!”

He breaks out in a relieved smile, places the golden ring on your finger and hugs you tightly against his chest.

“I won’t hurt you”, he promises. “I’ll protect you with my entire being.”

He kisses your forehead harshly. You sniffle and glance down at the ring on your finger. It’s a lock that goes straight to your heart.

“My beautiful queen”, he smiles. “Now you’re mine for eternity. I’m so, so happy.”

You doubt you will ever be able to say the same.

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purplebasementfestival

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