RATING LIGHT YAGAMI'S OUTFITS Pt. 3

In fifth grade a boy tried to impress me by swallowing a whole tadpole live and I punched him so hard that he puked and the tadpole was fine.

Beyblade heavyweight division

Day 7. New World

the end of the space au (even though i could've written more about that)

He felt this since childhood. Everyone is looking at him. When he was outside, he felt everyone's gaze on himself. It made his skin crawl. Despite the fact that every time he turned around to realize that no one was actually looking, he couldn't shake off this feeling. That horrifying thought always gnawed on his sanity. Everyone — every single person — is looking at his clothes, monitoring his footsteps, listening to his voice; everyone would not miss the chance to devour him the moment he slips up, the moment they see a flaw, a mismatch, inaccuracy. He felt like he was under constant scrutiny.

He had learned to live with it. His every thought, his every action and every word must comply with strict guidelines the society has set, must add to his perfect image and not subtract from it. In a new place he must choose the only correct path out of millions possibilities. One that would make him seem like a good person, good, trustworthy and righteous man. One that would earn him being treated with humanity and respect.

The feeling followed him into adulthood. Now, when he had taken on William's name, he must control his image with even more scrutiny. Is his voice low enough? Is his stance too relaxed? Does his body look normal enough? When he first saw himself in the mirror, the person he must be, he stopped eating. One pound of fat could ruin this perfect image. Two weeks later Louis force-fed him, muttering something under his breath. William only smiled weakly and fell asleep in the plate of Louis' stew. He wasn't able to fight off his own mind any further.

He started doubting himself. Rather, he never stopped doing that since he had learned that important thing about himself. A child, he immediately doubted the conclusion he had reached. He had heard that people like him are abnormal, insane. No matter how much efforts he put into complying with society's own guidelines, that same society would push him away. He had heard that people like him are killed. He had seen that many times.

His reflection isn't his anymore. He's just pretending. Putting on someone else's skin with that someone else's clothes, hair and mannerisms. Nothing was his. He has just borrowed his skin. It looks out of place on him. Everyone can surely see that. The longer he looks in the mirror, the more he feels sick. Everything he has grown to consider his doesn't belong on him.

"Brother are you alright?" Louis asks with audible concern and wraps his arms around William's shoulders. It's somewhat soothing.

He forces himself to close his eyes and tries to smile. He is sure that it looks forced and tight. Because it's just not her face.

ohhh, i have just pissed off a good chunk of russian fandom and got told to a) lock myself up somewhere and throw away my phone, b) visit a psychologist, c) kms.

another thing they said is that we're not in english fandom. my friends told me that i should post it here. so i will. after i translate it.

and remember, not all in our fandom are like that. no. idiots are just a bit more socially acceptable there.

also: real question genuine question did anyone else have the childhood experience of being convinced you had to be romantically attracted to a boy not for "fitting in"/"being normal" etc reasons but because that was how all the stories went for girls and you thought you were a girl, and therefore developed an almost compulsive habit of trying to slot every interaction with a boy into Good Romance/Bad Romance and overanalyzing everything you felt and everything they did, which ended up in thoughts like "oh wow he's wearing a blue necklace today and i have a blue bracelet somewhere in my possession we must be soulmates and have a happily ever after" (referring to someone you were not attracted to whatsoever), making mundane existence into a frantic scramble for True Love in every single corner of life, or was it literally just me and misa amane

oh are we making aromantic trend? hell yeah reblog if you're aromantic or if you want to beat everyone who says 'you'll find someone eventually' to death with hammers. in solidarity.

DN RAREPAIR WEEK - DAY 1

Shinigami | Premonitions | Fate

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2025 DN Rarepair Week Prompts

Prompts are finally here!! Each day has three prompts to choose from, including a free day on March 23rd. You can use any prompt in your submissions, or incorporate multiple if you wish (including prompts from different days - the sky is the limit!)

Submissions will be accepted from 12am AEDT on March 17th, 2025 until 5pm AEDT on April 1st, 2025. Submit your work by tagging the @dnrarepairweek account, or using the tag #dnrarepairweek25. Feel free to send an ask or DM if your post has not been reblogged after 48 hours!

You can see the rules here and the FAQ here. Prompts and dates are also listed under the cut.

Prompts List:

Day One (17.03): Shinigami | Premonitions | Fate

Day Two (18.03): Successors | Competition | Duality

Day Three (19.03): Firsts | Pining | Fluff

Day Four (20.03): Temptation | Deception | Angst

Day Five (21.03): Secrets | Blackmail | Vices

Day Six (22.03): Fake Dating | Disguises | Proximity

Day Seven (23.03): Judgement | New World | Free Day

shit i felt and did before i got myself a label:

- being weirdly annoyed by my boobs and looking for ways to make them invisible since they barely started to grow. i learned what binder was at the old age of nine. i didn't have enough money of course and i didn't know where i could buy it. so i used simple bandages before they started to annoy me.

- trying to justify the feeling of queerness by telling myself that my parents just raised me that way. they literally did not. i have a very traditional family.

- not taking photos of myself before i started presenting myself in a gender neutral way. if i had choice i would hide on group photos. i rarely took selfies. the only ones I have from that period are of me in a cosplay.

- using male pronouns and masculine grammatical gender on the internet 'for fun'. or phrasing my sentences in a way which would not require using gendered words at all.

- awkwardly laughing when i passed as a boy in front of people who knew me as a girl. not correcting people when i was alone. i loved being ambiguous about my gender when I could.

- being a feminist and fully supporting the use of gendered words for occupations... while not using them to describe myself.

- feeling like i am totally one hundred percent cis because 'i do not feel like i am a man, that' s not me'. gender binary is a bitch.

it took some self-reflection to realize what the 'symptoms' pointed at. yet i did not believe myself at first. i guess it really was fear that kept me from living through my younger years comfortably.

and my government.