#|| Call me Jee | ooc

[tidesreach]

I think in all cases its a disservice to the character for them to do the parents forgiving thing (in chim’s case it was almost straight up ooc lol) but the thing that really annoys me about it with buck specifically is that buck is a character who has problems setting appropriate boundaries in his relationships and often just settles/accepts how the other party treats him… its mostly with his romantic relationships but I think it applies outside of that as well… and thats what makes that scene in buck begins where he asks them to call him buck so powerful and good to me. And then it just felt completely retconned by whatever in another life was. Plus the whole thing about his coma dream is that he was close with his parents and they were normal about him and part of choosing life was him leaving that behind but then they were acting the same irl as in the dream?? it was weird. Idk theres been just enough crumbs with buck and his parents that I wonder if they’ll readdress how the way they treat him hasnt changed that much actually but my hopes are not high. at all. (Similarity if they ever bring albert back I hope they address what happened in that ep bc it was so messed up for albert to bring their dad to LA like that)

it absolutely is a disservice. like, i am always thinking about chim. looking at jee-yun and saying that people always told him that when he became a father he'd understand his own father more. but how instead, it made him understand him even less. because chim looked at his child and could not understand how anyone could treat their child the way his father treated him. and then they had him forgive him and that was that. and well, the buckleys are horrendous. and i think buck forgiving them was less about him forgiving them and more about him taking whatever scraps he could get because that's what he does. but the show didn't frame it that way when they SHOULD HAVE. instead it was framed as the buckleys are redeemed now, everything is fine. when clearly everything is not fine. buck did not benefit at all from that. there was no healing there. and like. i do want to refrain from judgement until we see how it pans out with eddie and his parents but. he's forgiven them before and that was portrayed as something postitive, and then they did THIS. like, and it would be one thing if the show was making a point of showing that sort of cycle of forgiving and giving them another chance only for nothing to change. but that's never really how they framed it. like, nothing HAS changed for any of them. but we're still expected to accept that everything is fine now.

[shinvcho]

I moved, as mention a while ago.

First of all, don't feel obligated to refollow me jsut because we used to be mutuals. If you don't see us interacting anymore/ do not desire to follow or interact with anymore if IC or OOC. I won't take it personally.

But the same counts vise versa, I won't follow back everyone either, at last..for now. Just to stay a bit more comfortable. I might follow again with time but no promises.

personal are still free to follow me!! actually, this why I feel a bit bad about moving, cause I know I have loyal personal follow me who do not spam my likes, I see you guys liking my stuff and I appreciated your silent support. So if you still enjoy my content, you're free to refollow!!

It feels weird to move not gonna lie like I gonna leave something behind. all my observation, hc...evne though I can reblog it. But then again this blog isn't gone. It will stay archived, I might use as psa archive or so - I dunno. I will still log in from time to time cause I have stuff in my likes to reblog + it's easier going through my archive like this.

And again, for a final time. I'm sorry if my past action/words brought discomfort to anyone. If I overstepped boundaries I shouldn't have. I have a longer apologize here [x]. But let me tell you for the last time, I'm sorry I really am. but I wish you the best of luck where your guy's path might take you and hope we can leave it behind us all eventually.

I thank everyone here for the good times, maybe we will see each other over there once more or we might not, either way. Thank you for the memories ❤

[shivncho]

not gonna lie; the manga is a bit tiring to read currently. well, to me. 

[stratesia]

Alright, with tomorrow - I hope - Robin will be moved to my multi. I wont give out the url, as mention befor I wann keep my interaction with them limit and privat so to speak. So evne if you find me? I rather ask you not to follow me or dont expect me to follow back if I didn’t follow first. I know this sound harsh but

I want to leave to rpc behind me. I had my fun with Robin, I still do but looking back I never really was as much into the series like some other. I bearly made friends here which is more on me I suppose.

I know some of you follow my Personal/art twitter and while I appricated - I ask you guys please to unfollow/sofblock me there. I know it is a big request maybe a bit harsh - but if we never were that close I rahter dont have peopel follow me over there anymore from a area of my internet life I wanna leave behind as much as I can.

I will sofblock myself If I have too so please don’t take it personal.

I thank you all for the good and fun time regardless < 3 Stay awasome and have fun. Maybe we will see each other again in the futur or we might not.

[heartfulmind]

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//...but callign me out befor huh?

{ me: no Shinso’s deserve to be hurt so pls stop hurting yours-

also me: /makes sure to ruin happiness in every way for my Shinso }

[fiive-hargreeves]

how could i not? - f.h.

warnings: cursing, mentions of knives in the first paragraph, a bit of ooc five at the end? idrk what else

word count: 2.3k

pairing: (16yo!) (dumbass!)five hargreeves × (16yo!) (fem!)reader

summary: y/n can't keep her feelings bottled up anymore, but she can't tell anyone either. she finds a creative way to let five know how she feels

a/n: i like this a lot, but also the ooc five at the end is bothering me just a little

y/n/n = your nickname

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Y/n giggled, leaving yet another note for Five. This one was in Italian, yet another language she knew the boy did not know. Five was a smart person, and he loved to read books, but he had never really indulged in the world of linguistics, let alone try to learn a whole other language.

It was not long after the two had met - a day, three years prior, that had involved knives, black coffee, threats, and the slightest useage of telekinesis - that they had become the best of friends; however, after some time, y/n began to harbour feelings of something more. Feelings - she decided - that were best kept secret, for the sake of hers and Five's friendship.

In spite of this decision, y/n sometimes felt that if she didn't say anything to anyone, she might just burst. So she devised a plan.

The young girl knew that her friend wasn't particularly aware of any language besides English. She also knew that while he was one of the most brilliant people she'd ever met - and quite possibly a genius - in some instances he failed to display even a sliver of common knowledge. She hoped this would be the case in her situation as well. The plan - as she decided - was to send Five numerous notes throughout the day, every day (for a certain amount of time). Notes that would contain secret messages - messages written in various languages, all of which Five - hopefully - did not know. The message? It would be the same on each note - 'i love you.'

She'd started off with French; a simple 'je taime' scribbled on a sticky note (in disguised handwriting, of course). She was - as anyone would be in her situation - deathly afraid, and feeling as though she may regurgitate her mother's potato salad. She quickly slid the note underneath Five's door, before walking away as fast as she could without looking too suspicious.

She continued the day - excited, but nervous. As she sat in one of the Hargreeves Mansion's many common areas, accompanied by Allison and Diego, her results came to light.

A faint "what the..." could be heard from just down the hall. Allison and Diego exchanged looks, but y/n knew what it was. A second later, Five appeared in the doorway holding up y/n's folded note.

"Do any of you know what jee... tay may is?" he asked, squinting at the note.

Y/n supressed the rising giggle in her throat. "Maybe-" she coughed. "maybe it's a secret message,"

"Who's sending me secret messages?" Five questioned. "Is this even English?" he observed the note again, more carefully this time.

The longer he gazed at it, the harder and faster y/n felt her heart beating in her chest; it pounded at her chest with such chutzpah that one might assume it was trying to escape her body.

"I don't know," said Five, finally, folding the note back up and placing it in his pocket. Y/n allowed a small sigh of relief to escape her body as Five teleported away.

"Weird" remarked Allison. "What do you think 'jee tay may' is?"

Y/n turned to face her. "Honest?" Allsion nodded. "I think he was reading it wrong,"

The next day, with a bit more confidence than the last, y/n sent another. This one, the girl decided, would be written in Welsh. She - in her disguised hand - wrote out 'rwy'n dy garu di', and slipped the note under Five's door as she had done the day before.

This time, however, y/n hadn't been there for Five's reaction. He had - as his victim would later relate it - stormed into Klaus's room, and screamed "What does this even say? Do you know what this says?" Shoving the note into Klaus's face to read.

Y/n continued this for weeks; each language was more complicated than the last. She even once branched out to Arabic, which sent Five into a flying rage that was quite hilarious to watch.

Back in present-day, y/n had decided to tone it down once more a few days ago, starting up again with Swahili. Today's language, however, was Italian. She quietly slid the note under Five's bedroom door, and relocated as fast as she could.

She found herself in a hallway, staring back at the one Hargreeves child she had been hoping not to run into.

"Hey, y/n/n," he grinned. "I was looking for you, actually,"

"Really?"

"Yeah," he answered. "I wanted you to help me figure out who the hell keeps sending all these notes,"

In the moment, y/n's heart dropped. How was she supposed to conduct an investigation on a crime that she was guilty for?

"Will you?" Five asked hopefully.

"Sure!" y/n said quickly, regretting it immediately. "Maybe, " she thought, in an attempt to make herself feel better, "I could prevent Five from figuring out that it's me. Yes, yes! I'll follow thousands of red herrings - anything that will lead the blame away from me!"

"Great!" he beamed at her, before striding away.

Y/n smiled to herself, and began to make her way down to the kitchen, in search of something to snack on.

Upon arrival, she found Vanya tearing open a box of Pop-Tarts. She looked up. "Hi,"

"Hey Vanya," Y/n replied. "Pass me one, will you?" Vanya handed her one of the packs of Pop-Tarts. As the girls started in on their mid-day snacks, somewhere else in the house, a very exasperated boy found a note.

"whY," Five groaned from his position in the doorway of his bedroom. "Tye Aye-moe! What the hell is tye aye-moe?"

"Why don't you just put it in google translate?" said Allison, coming out of her own room to answer her brother.

"That-" Five thought for a moment. "That could work,"

Allison rolled her eyes and watched as Five pulled out his phone - a gift for his fourteenth/fifty-ninth birthday - and typed the words in. "It says.. it says it means 'I love you',"

Allison made a face, taking the note from Five's hand. "This says ti amo, dumbass! I love you in Italian,"

"Call me that again and you'll be holding your tongue," he hissed, snatching the note back. "How do you even know that?"

"I rumored myself into being able to speak every language on Earth," she answered, ignoring her brother's threat.

"You can do that?"

She shrugged in reply. "I guess," she looked around. "Do you have any of the other notes? So we can see what those say,"

Five led his sister into his room, where he pointed towards a large pile of folded sticky notes.

Allison picked one up, and typed it into her phone. "This says the same thing,"

"So does this one," said Five, throwing down the note he'd been holding.

"But who loves you?" Allison wondered aloud.

He stared at the notes as she spoke. "As far as I know? Not a single soul,"

"Hey!" Allison said, nudging him on the shoulder. "We all love you! Just, not enough to leave secret notes in different languages,"

Five shrugged, walking towards the door with Allsion. "I'll figure it out tomorrow," he said, before heading to the kitchen.

Later that night, while everyone else was peacefully sleeping, he lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind was swimming with thoughts - "who was the note-leaver?" being the most prominent of them all.

Suddenly, Five came up with an idea. He would teleport into the surveillance room and watch the camera footage of the last couple of hours. Surely, Five thought, this would answer the question he had been asking for the last month-and-half - who was leaving these mysterious notes?

He locked his bedroom door, and teleported immediately. Before long, he was in the surveillance room watching the hallway tapes on fast-forward. He slowed it down to regular speed once he saw himself leaving his room. Not soon after this, y/n came along on the screen.

Five didn't think much of her, until he saw her bend down and slide a note under his door. He stopped the video, unsure what to think. Y/n? His best friend? She... she loved him?

He teleported back into his bedroom, but there was still no way he was getting to sleep. He'd known y/n since they were thirteen - almost three years now. She knew everything about him; his awful alcohol addiction, his snarky attitude, his bloodied past. How... how could she love him?

Did he love her? He stared into the ceiling once more, contemplating this. Of course he loved her. She was the only person he'd ever met who seemed to be just as competent (if not more, at times) as him. She was scary too - she was 100% the most badass of the people he knew. And god, was she pretty - oh, her smile was one of the only things that made him genuinely happy.

How would he tell her he knew? When he did tell her, would she deny it? Would she say it was meant as a joke? And if she didn't... would he be able to tell her how he felt? Or would he chicken out like so many times in the past?

He'd never been good at expressing his feelings; it wasn't his fault, either! Even before the apocalypse, the only real contact he'd had with people was firing insults at criminals and arguing with his siblings. And what if he, by some miracle, worked up the courage to talk about his emotions for more than 0.02 seconds? What would he say?

He needed advice, he decided - but from who? No one in his family was functional enough to know anything about love... were they? Maybe he'd ask Vanya... or Allison. His brothers seemed a bit... clueless. At least, when it came to the topic of girls.

So that was it - he had made up his mind. As soon as Allison or Vanya awoke (whichever came first), he would tell them his dilemma.

The boy spent the rest of the night staring at the wall, trying to tell himself that everything would be alright.

The first person awake was Luther, as usual. Then came Allison.

When the boy's sister awoke from her slumber he was at her bedside, his body draped over one of her obnoxiously pink chairs. When she saw him, she yelped, but refrained from attacking upon the realization that it was only Five.

"What-" she yawned, putting down the magazine she had snatched up in defense. "what are you doing in my room?"

"I have a problem," said Five, brushing off her question. "I was hoping you could help me?"

"What is it?" Allison asked, sitting up in her bed. "If you need to kill someone, I'm not-"

"It's y/n," said Five, cutting her off. "Last night I couldn't sleep, so I checked the camera footage. Y/n's been putting the notes under my door, Allison. She... she...she-"

"She loves you," his sister finished for him. "She loves you! Do you... you know...?"

"Reciprocate her feelings?" Allison nodded excitedly. "Of course," he said dismissively, though he could feel himself blush.

"OoooOoh you two are going to be the cutest couple!"

"Well I need to tell her first," said Five. "I need to tell her that I know she was sending the notes, I need to tell her I know what they say, and I need to tell her that I like her back,"

Allison's eyes lit up. "I know. What you. Should do."

"Wha-"

"Alright!" She said excitedly, clasping her hands together. She was seemingly unaware that she'd just cut her brother off. "So. You teleport from here back into your room. When y/n comes over say you're going to the store or something, and leave really quickly. Once you're far away enough from the house, teleport back into your room. When y/n slides the note under it, open the door and pick it up. And you pick up the note go 'so you're the infamous note writer,' then open it and be like 'hey doesn't this say 'I love you'?'"

"I... uh-"

"It'll be great!" Allison assured her brother. "I know you may not believe me, Five, but you're a wonderful brother, and an even better friend,"

Five would never admit it, but at that moment, he was fighting off tears.

"Th-thanks," he said, giving his sister an awkward hug.

After this rare moment of Hargreeves-sibling-affection, he teleported downstairs, awaiting y/n's arrival.

Once y/n showed up, he followed Allison's plan exactly. He pushed past her at the door muttering something about going to the store.

He tried following the direction he would take if he were actually going to the store, but that was the path he'd taken when running away from home, and he preferred not to walk that way.

Instead, he turned left, continuing for about 30 seconds before teleporting back into his room.

Soon after he'd arrived in his bedroom, a folded sticky-note slid under his door. He scrambled towards the door.

As he opened it, he saw y/n walking away. "So... uh," he cleared his throat. "you've been leaving the notes."

At this, y/n blushed severely. She wished she could bury herself deep in the Earth and never have to come out.

"What language is it today?" Five continued with Allison's script, though his mouth was growing dry and his hands were shaking.

He opened the note. It took him a moment to remember how to read; he'd been preparing his mind for some foreign language. This, as he understood it, was English.

'I love you, Five' the note read. 'Y/n'

He looked up at her. She, while he had been reading the note, had grown more and more upset. She now looked as though she was going to cry, or maybe as if she had been crying for some time.

"Hey," Five said quietly. "hey, hey, don't cry," he extended his arms and pulled his friend into a hug. "You wanna know something wild, y/n/n?"

Y/n's response was a muffled mumble, but he took it for a yes. "I love you too,"

She moved her arms up and tightened them around him. "Really?" she sniffled.

He pulled away from her, smiling. He wiped underneath her eye with his thumb. "Of course I do, y/n/n," he placed a light kiss on her forehead. "How could I not?"

[shivncho]

Mental Health & Low active

So, I have taken some days of tumblr. Wasn’t really on. I mention a few weeks or months back that I wasn’t in the best mental state - and still am not in a way? Anxiety just was really bad, don’t even get me started about hating myself, to my pet passing away.

Anyway, something I decide to do months ago and now done - is sofblocken non mutuals/blogs who shown no interest in interaction/engagement. So, yeah if it hit you I’m sorry !! Don’t take it personal. Anxiety is a binch but a friend advise me it be better keeping it my space so that’s what I did.

General, I gonna be kinda low active and will ditch the dash more often than not. Things gonna be a bit slow, also partly cause I simply do not have a lot of interactions going anyway, I try to have a queue but yeah. 

Thank you for your patience.

[shinvcho]

Maybe this just my anxiety speaking or maybe I did step out fo line I dunno, already made a post about this like a month ago but well...

I still wanna say sorry, again. While, I can't exactly pinpoint what I might done wrong I fell like I overstepped boundaries I shouldn't have. Said things I shouldn't cause I simply was anxious. I might ill-timed too. Seem like i wa spsuhing/forcing peopel to unfollow cause of my aniexty. I dunno, I'm sorry regardless, it is not a excuse really. 

I feel like this also certainly not the first time I brought people discomfort and for that, I'm genuinely sorry. I never meant to make people uncomfortable.

I will try to be better, do not let happen again. I can forces people to accept this, to refollow - which I wouldn't want either as this would be just awkward for both of us, it's fine. I just want others to know I'm genuinely sorry. I can just try to be better.

[shivncho]

me last year; what if Shinsou had a cat paw on his boot *based on a fanart* me now; ... what if its boots had somewhat of a paw shape...

[shivncho]

now to change my age to 24

[shivncho]

|| Things gonna be slow - wont be as dash as often for a bit. Lots of reason, general I feel a bit uncomfy + unwelcome/left out...so yeah.  its also slowly affecting my other hobby and semi enjoyment I have with the series too, so eh. 

[shivncho]

Our dog is homme, cause he missed us. 

[shivncho]

the only person in the right is r.ei

not dabi, not endavor

r.ei.

[shivncho]

❤

[shivncho]

MUN MEME!!

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

FAVORITE COLOR: purple and black

LIPSTICK OR CHAPSTICK: Neither

LAST SONG I LISTENED TO:  turn me around - the next step

LAST MOVIE I WATCHED: ..........probaly something on tv for like a minute or two, i dont watch alot

TOP THREE TV SHOWS: dont watch anything right now, more on twitch. 

TOP THREE CHARACTERS: Shinsou, Kirishima , Therion

TOP THREE SHIPS: shindeku, kiribaku, alfion

BOOKS I’M CURRENTLY READING: i...dont ;;

TAGGED BY:  @kindhand , @tenacityblitz TAGGING; @killingbomb , @stxrnenstxub , @differtcs , @quirkstm

[shivncho]

When you only remember your bday is the next day cause your mom ask what kind of dinner you want.