#( but it still ruined my whole goddamn mood for the day )

[hiisheart]

( had a real shit day at work but at least i'm at home ready to hit the vape after a few days for a body break )

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 15

starring: bellamy blake x male reader

request: bellamy blake x thick fem boy reader, where everyone is having a party with drinking and dancing, and bellamy see reader dancing with other men and they keep grabbing his big ass bc it’s so big. so bellamy takes reader away and fucks that ass (also some face sitting 😏)

warnings: smut, cursing, rough sex, face sitting, mentions of alcohol, grinding, ass grabbing, ass slapping, cum eating, unprotected sex, creampie, femboy!reader

directors cut: hey frien- oop did you do something different with your hair, or is it a new skincare routine because your skin is glowing, am i buttering you up to make you forget about the fact im behind on these kinktober stories.... obvi no why would i ever do such a thing... was it working though

you were irresistible, the way you danced with everyone else had bellamy thinking thoughts that should not be heard by anyone let alone you, but he couldn't control his find with the way you dressed, your shorts riding up your ass which left little to nothing to imagination.

and damn did he love the way you moved your body around the campfire, bottle of alcohol in hand, taking messy swigs from it from time to time, but what instantly ruined the mood was when some random dude came up behind you and started touching up on you.

that should be him so why does this fuck bag get to grab on your ass and may i say luscious thighs, he was getting way to close for comfort also, he was basically fucking you through his clothes, seeing as this didn't sit right with bellamy he walked over and snatched you away from the party and dragged you to a nearby tent.

"bellamyyyy what the fuck i was just having fu-" your cut off by his lips crashing against your and him taking off your tight shorts to reveal your wobbly ass, it was like putty in his hands or like a water balloon with the way it jiggled in his hands "you gonna just stand there and look or are y'gonna get to work" bellamy smirked and you got to work in taking off his shirt and yours but struggled with his pants.

those goddamn buttons were so hard to get off it was annoying both of you so bellamy just opted to keep them on and unzip them to slide his cock through, and with that the moaning soon began, bellamy fucking you into the ground with hard thrusts, there wasn't much cushioning between the blanket you had under you and the ground so with the hardening thrust so came the hurting back.

"fuck bellamy, go a little softer i am still on the ground" you strain out through thrusts "would you like me to fuck you doggy style till you have no feeling in your legs" bellamy asks roughly with deep grunts making you shake your head no "then shut up" he growls as his hands tighten around the blanket under you.

your eyes were flicking to the back of your head with every thrust he made, punching a moan out of you every time, it was hard to even stay sane when you had a cock like his splitting your hole in two like a fucking piece of wood but god did you love it, it felt so good, his strong body on top of yours while he fucked you was like seeing the mona lisa.

oh but bellamy, well he just loved the way your hole fit him nicely, and the way your ass recoiled with every plap heard but drowned out by the partying and singing from the group further away "only if the group saw you now hm taking my cock like a fucking slut, so pretty" he snarled slapping your as harshly, your whole body jolting to the pain but it also kinda turned you on more.

more just enough to cum, all your cum landing in a puddle on your stomach "you tighten up when you cum, did you know that" bellamy laughs at your slightly dazed state "yeah thanks bill nye the fucking science guy" you joke "fuck im gonna cum" bellamy suddenly grunts and for a split second you can feel him about to pull out so you lock your legs around his waist.

and before his brain can even clock what you did he cums, he eyes rolling into the back of his head as he does so, it just felt so good i mean how could he contain it "slut" bellamy mutters slowly pulling out of your messy hole "i know you are but what am i" you laugh making him grab your face to kiss you before plopping down next to you.

he suddenly gained an idea in the dull head of his "sit on my face" he bluntly asks "what" you shaken by the request "sit on my fucking face" bellamy asks again and if it mean shutting him up then yes please, you straddle your legs to the side of his head and fully sit on his face, all your weight pressed down on him like if he was a chair.

to him he was in heaven, tongue poking at your hole and exploring your depths as he ate you out literally, he sucked and swallowed the cum from your hole like a five star meal before lifting you off him for some air "now that's what im talkin' about" he excitedly said, seems like this was going to be a reoccurring thing from now on

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[eustasskidagenda]

Hiiii

Could you maybe write a scenario where reader gets super drunk and Kid takes care of them. I think he’d seem mad but actually be really sweet

Thank you!!

Hello, dear anon! Thank you for your request. I'm always happy to write with Kid and I had a lot of fun with this one! Hope it meets your expectations.

☆Kid (trying) to take care of a drunk s/o

CW : alcohol, cursing, vomiting, and mentions of sex, fun, fluff, g/n reader

WC: around 1,300

Your whole world is completely blurred. How many beers have you consumed since the beginning of the evening? Too much, you even lose the count. You just get carried away by the happy mess created by your fellow mates. From far, the Victoria Punk crew might seem scary, weird, or even rude, but it's like a big family of marginalized people and you love cheering with them. But now, you feel really drunk. Way, way too much alcohol in your system, you’re totally intoxicated.

"One more," you mutter under your breath, slurring all your words. Heat is on his way to bring you another cup of alcohol when a large manicured hand falls on the table brutally. "No fucking more, you moron." You try to frown but you're way too drunk, so you just fail miserably and start laughing, trying to grab the beer. "Come on Kid, don't ruin the fun." You're forced to scream because the punk music inside the bar is way too loud. "You're so weak, how can you get so drunk with a few beers?" He mumbles, glancing angrily at Wire and Heat. They were supposed to take care of you, but now you're so drunk that you struggle to keep your eyes open and laugh stupidly at Kid. The way he looks annoyed is amusing. Or maybe it's just the alcohol running through your vein that makes everything funny. Your eyes are wet with alcohol and your cheeks are completely red. You’re in a good mood. The music is great and you're with your friends. Kid is just killing the fun, as always. 

"Come on babe, just join us." You say, showing the place next to you. Kid growls, takes the tankard away from you, and grabs your chins, trying to cross your gaze. "Tomorrow, don't fucking cry because of your hangover, you did that to yourself. Now, we go back to the Victoria Punk, the party is over for you." You just giggle because he looks funny with that angry expression on his face. It's like seeing a tulip almost exploding. "I'm not kidding, y/n" 

You pout with wet puppy eyes. Kid growls. "I won't change my mind", he snarls. Yes, maybe you look cute with that expression on your face, but nothing can change Kid's mind. He's way too stubborn and right now, he's mad at you. Even if you were with Heat and Wire, something could happen. And if someone hurt you, he would never forgive himself. 

"Move your ass, y/n." You don't move and laugh heartily, the music pulsating inside your head. The guitar and beats are both excellent. Trying to follow the music's rhythm, you move your head, but you're too drunk and end up vomiting on the table and the floor. Kid reacts quickly by grabbing your hair and taking it away from your face. He's muttering curses under his breath. "Goddamn!" He hands you a napkin he just stole to Heat and wipes your mouth. Afterwards, he offers you a glass of iced water. "Drink." You are too dizzy to think anymore, so you accept his help and swallow all the cold water, sighing of relief. "Can you stand up?" Kid asks, throwing the dirty napkin on Heat's face. It's his punishment for letting you drink too much. 

You try to stand up and fail miserably, but before your body hits the ground, Kid's strong arms are around your waist. Even though he's mumbling and growling, he still looks sweet right now. You nuzzle your head against his bare chest, he growls, cheeks as red as his hair, but he lets you use his chest as a pillow and carry you outside the bar. His heart beats quickly against your head, and you can feel it. That sound is something you love, it's like a lullaby. Often, you're worried for your dear captain, he's way too cocky and one day, it might cost him his life. You are terrified by that thought.

Outside, the air is cold and fresh. You inhale the night air deeply. Yes. Better than a mixture of sweat and alcohol. "You're not cold?" Kid is an hot-headed, and even his body is always warm and hot. So you shake your head. "I feel sick," you complain. "Don't you dare vomiting on me or I throw you to the sea." He's so unserious you can only laugh. Playfully, you start to kiss his neck, pinching his nipple, before fondling his chest. "Honk honk" You giggle and press his toned muscles repeatedly. "What the hell, you're a fucking child…" He just sighs, too tired to fight back and honestly a bit flustered. You look absolutely idiotic and yet, you're so adorable, laughing heartily while playing with his chest.

Once you finally reach the Victoria Punk, Kid just stomps through the ship and gets to your shared bedroom, throwing you on the bed. You whine, half asleep and half sick. The headache is starting to reverberate in your head and your world is completely blurred. Yes, maybe you drank too much tonight. "Get changed," he commands before leaving the room. You can hear him mumbling something like, 'How the fuck am I supposed to deal with someone who's drunk, that's Killer responsability"

You laugh. He's trying his hardest.

You try to untie your shoes but end up failing miserably on the ground. So when Kid comes back with some water and pills, he honestly wants to facepalm.  You look like a stranded seal. First, he drops off his stuff on the nightstand and then sits you at the edge of the bed. "You're better off forgetting everything about tomorrow," he growls before kneeling down and removing your shoes. Kid only kneels for one thing, that thing that makes you shiver and leaves you both exausted and satisfied. So, this situation is completely unexpected and you can't help but smile, intoxicated by all the alcohol you drank earlier. "Kid is kneeling in front of me, Heat and Killer will never believe me!" 

He snarls 'Shut up,' completely embarrassed, before standing up. He unbuttons your shirt, takes off your pants, and leaves you with your underwear. His eyes can't help but take a look at your beautiful body. He just loves every single detail about you. Oh, he would love to run his callused hands on your skin, driving you to new heights. But right now, you're too drunk. If you vomit on his face while he's fucking you, it will remain in his mind forever. More important, you're wasted and your mind is too dizzy. He'll wait. So he just gives you the water and pills and watches closely until you swallow everything. 

"Now, just sleep and stop annoying the hell out of me." He pulls the blanket over your nose and places his hand on your forehead.  You grasp his wrist. "Stay with me."

Heavy sigh. "Of course I stay, dummy. I won't sleep on the ground just because you're feeling sick, that’s my bed too" Sleepy, drunk, dizzy, you struggle to keep your eyes open. Kid's lips touch your forehead, and you're unsure if you're dreaming or not. You heard a soft whisper of 'you're a fool but I love you, sleep well' Did he actually say that? Ain't no way, you must already dream. 

And then.

blank

out.

When you wake up hours after, with the worst hangover you have ever had. You laboriously sit on the bed. Kid has already left the room. Maybe yesterday was just a dream created by your intoxicated mind. On the nightstand, there's a fresh glass of water with pills. You grab the mirror that Kid made for you, made of metal, for sure. Immediately, you notice the red lipstick that has been smeared on your forehead. 

So, it wasn't a dream.

[sassycheesecake]

Part 2 of Osamu helping Atsumu asking you out 🥰❤️

Here’s part 1:

Osamu should win an award for being the most patient man in Japan.

No wait.

For being the most patient man in the world right now.

The other day his brother ruined his chance of asking you out and now he is trying to help Atsumu win you over.

It’s almost been three whole weeks and Atsumu chickened out every time you would be nearby.

And each time Atsumu had a different excuse for his brother.

'I remembered that I had class duty'

'(Y/N) is in a bad mood'

'I forgot ta copy my homework off of Akari'

'I don’t look my best today'

'Uhh stomache'

'The stars are not in position for this today'

And Osamu had enough.

It’s gotten so bad, that Atsumu even dreamed about talking about you and since the blonde is right above the gray-haired twin in their shared bunk bed, Osamu needed to shove his pillow over his ears in order to get some sleep.

So the next morning, when Osamu packed his lunch for school with bags under his eyes, he sees Atsumu trotting down the stairs, still half asleep.

The Opposite Hitter watches as Atsumu munches on a piece of toast, getting crumbs all over the counter, pissing him off.

"Ya ready ta ask (Y/N) out today?" Osamu asks while closing his bento box, moving onto the next one to pack lunch for his brother as well, since Atsumu is incapable of making food for himself.

Next thing he knows, Atsumu is choking on the toast.

Osamu waits for him to calm down, staring blankly at his brother with his gray eyes.

Atsumu looks at his brother with an incredulous look on his face and he has tears in his eyes from all the coughing.

"What?!" The blonde sputters.

"It’s been three weeks, Tsumu. Get a move on before someone else does." Osamu explains as he packs lunch for his brother.

"But I-" Atsumu starts but Osamu pushes him against the closed fridge door with his forearm against his throat and finally snaps.

"Okay, listen here chickenshit. I’m fed up with yer whining. Yer goin' ta (Y/N) today, tell her how ya feel, kiss her an' lemme have some goddamn peace and quiet, ya hear me?!" The gray-haired twin has a raging fire in his eyes, not caring that he almost blocks off the blonde’s airway.

Atsumu nervously gulps and nods.

When lunch rolls around in school, Osamu almost drags Atsumu into the direction of your class room, when the twins see you standing near the open window, talking to Suna and Ginjima with your back turned towards Osamu and Atsumu.

As Osamu turns around to look at his twin, it’s like the Setter is frozen with fear.

"What are you waiting for? Go!" Osamu hisses at his twin nods his head into your direction as you’re continuing to talk to Ginjima and Suna.

"I can’t." Atsumu pales and takes a few steps back.

"Tsumu I swear ta the Gods, if yer not goin' ta ask (Y/N) out right now, I will ask her out!" Osamu growls, fed up with his brother being a scaredy cat.

"Ya wouldn’t dare." Atsumu growls right back at his twin.

"Depends on how this will go. Either ya ask her out, or ya will attend (Y/N)’s an' I’s wedding in the future." The Outside Hitter threats him.

"But yannow how much I love her! How could ya do this ta yer own flesh and blood!" Atsumu gets louder and the conversation is starting again to gain looks, including you as you look at them in confusion. Suna starts to smirk and gets his phone ready to record it.

Osamu feels the stares and gets behind Atsumu to push him forward.

"GO!"

"Fuckin' fine!" Atsumu hisses.

Nervously gulping down the big lump in his throat, Atsumu makes his way to you with shaky steps.

"(Y/N)? Can I talk ta ya for a second? Alone?" Once he reaches you, he finds his voice back, staring at Ginjima and Suna, hoping they get the hint and leave.

"Uhm…Sure. I’ll see you guys later." You bid farewell to the boys, telling Atsumu that you can talk in the empty classroom.

Ginjima looks very confused at Atsumu’s behavior but before he can question it, Osamu pushes his teammates into the direction of the cafeteria. Suna sighs and puts his phone away, following them to get some food for himself as well.

Back to you, you make your way to your assigned seat and sit on the table, due that your height is not the tallest, your feet barely touch the ground. As you face the nervous Setter, he closes the classroom door for some privacy.

Once he sees that you are sitting on your desk he makes his way over to you with slow steps, pausing to stand in front of you, leaning against the chair behind him a little bit.

"Listen (Y/N), 'm incredibly sorry for the way I was actin' the other day towards ya. I had a shit day an' didn’t mean ta let it out on ya." The Setter starts by apologizing to you first, face full of regret and sorrow.

"A shit day? Atsumu you told me that I 'should go and talk to my crush' instead. I just wanted to know if you were okay that day. You looked incredibly upset, like someone didn’t hit your sets right, causing your team to lose a game." You frown at him in disappointment and a little bit of anger.

''I-I know! It wasn't your fault, I promise! Well I mean it sorta was-" Atsumu rubs his neck, getting more and more keyed up.

"You're telling me I am responsible for YOUR asshole behaviour the other day?!"

This is outrageous!

"No no no! That came out wrong... What I meant was, that I was pissed more at myself cuz ya said ya have a crush already on someone else and it made me really mad…" The blonde looks like a kicked puppy and his cheeks are starting to redden a bit.

"Why would me having a crush on someone be something you’d get mad about?" Being absolutely flabbergasted, you don’t understand his reaction at all.

Unless…

It's like a sudden flash of realisation hits you.

OH. That's why he was so upset.

"So you got mad because you like me?" You try to tease him but it seems that it’s making Atsumu even more nervous.

"No! Wait- I mean yeah! Yer puttin' me under pressure!" He starts to get louder and in return, you get louder as well.

"It's either yes or a no Atsumu. Do you like me or not?? I am getting mixed signals here!"

"Yer yellin' is makin' me nervous!" His face starts to get red and you don’t know whether it’s embarrassment, fury, annoyance or something else, you can’t exactly pinpoint it.

"Atsumu, for once in your life, just restart that brain of yours and use it for something useful!" You start to get frustrated with his logic.

"Like what?!" He yells right back at you, getting frustrated with women's logic.

You get down from your desk, with your fists reaching for the collar of his school uniform shirt, pulling him to slam his lips against yours.

The sudden gesture causes the blonde Setter's brain to malfunction, causing an error in his nervous system, eyes staying wide open.

Once you're realizing what you are doing, you snap out of it, not knowing what suddenly came over you. Atsumu was blabbering nonsense and it seemed like the only logical thing to do was kiss the second-year.

When you pull back from the kiss, it's like Atsumu is in a daze. A confused, yet happy one.

"Oh.My.God. Atsumu, I-I don't know what came over me! Let's pretend this never happened! This was a mistake. I can scratch out the idea of having a chance with you-" You ramble on, starting to get into a panicked state that finally snaps the Setter out of his daze.

"Whatcha say?" His eyes full of hope.

Confused by his reaction, you’d expected him to be mad or upset but he seems… happy that you kissed him?

"That this was a mistake?"

He pouts at that.

"No, ya said ya didn’t have a chance with me. So yer sayin' ya like me?" His amber eyes shine with exuberance, looking like he is thrilled to bits.

"I-I… well… yes I do." You mumble the last part so quietly, that Atsumu barely hears it but hearing those words coming out of your mouth is music to his ears.

He dare even say it’s better than a no-touch-ace.

Before you can react, Atsumu quickly places his rough hands on your cheeks, pulling you into another kiss, this time more frenzy than gentle.

You don't know how to react but it's almost like a natural instinct to just kiss him back with as much passion that he puts into it.

Tilting his head to the side, he deepens the kiss, the tip of his tongue running along your lower lip and you immediately grant him access.

The Setter's moan is lost in your mouth as soon as his wet tongue caresses yours and his hands wander down to your waist, pulling himself closer to you, feeling the heat of his body against yours is very comforting and in return, you wrap your arms around his neck.

Carding your fingers through his soft bleached hair, you start to get lost in the lust that Atsumu is providing.

All of sudden, the moment gets interrupted.

"Hey (Y/N)? Have you seen- OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY!" Kosaku barges in, immediately stopping at the sight of you and Atsumu kissing passionately.

You screech in surprise, while Atsumu just turns his head to see where the noise came from.

Yet, while you’re utterly embarrassed, Atsumu doesn’t let go of his hold on your waist, looking more annoyed that the two of you were interrupted.

"Ya mind? We’re kinda busy." The Setter says in an aggravated voice.

"Tsumu, shush." You gently push him off of you and hit his arm. He flinches at the violence of you, yet he thinks it’s the cutest thing when you are mad.

"N-No I uh… I was looking for Osamu and Suna, K-Kita wanted a word with them a-about their failed History exam." Kosaku stutters in high embarrassment.

"I think they went to the cafeteria. Send them my deepest condolences because of Kita's upcoming scolding lesson." You give him a small smile while still having a face as red as a tomato.

"T-Thanks (Y/N) will do... I’ll let you get back to it." Kosaku blushes deeply and closes the door on his way out.

"Urgh… this was so embarrassing." You let your heated face drop into the blonde’s chest and it moves with his laughing before he carefully grabs your chin and lifts your face up, making you look directly into his amber hues.

"So… does that mean ya forgive me?" The blonde rubs the tip of his nose against yours, chestnut-brown eyes staring down into yours with love and affection.

"Only if you buy me Dorayaki from the store." You grin at him, which he returns with one of his own before kissing you gently one more time.

"Deal." He whispers against your soft lips.

"So… you admit you were jealous? Riseki out of all people? A first year?" You tease him, as the two of you walk to the 7-Eleven that’s close to the school. Atsumu promised to take you to a proper date, once he gets his allowance again next month.

"I WAS NOT!" Atsumu lies in shame.

His response made you giggle and the Setter can’t help but smile at your reaction, causing him to fall in love with you even deeper, as he pulls you into his side, kissing your temple lovingly.

[dropthedemiurge]

Love for Love's Sake | Things You Didn't Notice #9

(okay it's not an episode number this time i just still have many details to point out oops pls let me go)

I swear. I thought I'd stop mentioning small details because I already wrote like 10 posts on Tumblr translating and explaining all the cultural stuff regarding this show and the obsession is already becoming embarrassing, but I rewatched the last episodes again and I've got tiny. Little. Details. That I can't help but point people to once again. Because damn, the amount of thought put into this show!

(trigger warning: first part talks about suicide and depression, next ones are linguistic and cultural)

The Black Suit & The Sea

I would've asked Koreans I know about the significance of such symbolism but they are celebrating Seollal (New Year) today and I don't wanna ruin the festive mood asking about "how would people dress for suicide" x)

But after watching this scene, I recognized some strong parallels in Korean media depicting depression, suicide and one's decision to end their life. One of it is bridges and jumping (if you don't know what Bridge of Life is, ask me and I'll share, so this post wouldn't become too long) but another one is sea.

My interpretation - Koreans wear black suits to funerals, so if someone is headed to the sea in a black suit, it might mean this is the character's attempt to "have" their own funeral before finally ending their life. Why do I think this combination is somehow significant?

Because I remembered a music video one of K-pop artists I like (Kim Hanbin) made, after he experienced the downfall of career, extreme hate and rejection from the public, and severe depression. His whole album Waterfall tells Hanbin's personal story, dark thoughts and his battle to survive during the time when he was gone for 2 years, but in the music video for this album (illa illa) he is seen emerging from the sea in a black suit – metaphorically regaining his music and, most importantly, desire to live. Watch with lyrics!

If we think, this is how you depict suicidal thoughts/attempt in Korean media (of course, Love for Love's Sake was even more blunt in telling us the meaning), then Myungha wearing black suit wasn't just for the pretty or dramatic picture. More than that, we see him wearing the black suit for the whole last evening – especially when he goes to finally meet his mother.

Which tells us Myungha has already decided to disappear from this world, and was determined to do it on that day, and his mother rejecting him and pretending she doesn't know her son might not have been just the last straw... but it definitely could've been Myungha's last attempt to find anything in his life worth staying for, worth not going through with his plan.

Anyway, what a scary but beautiful symbolism.

Let's talk about something happier! More heartwarming!

Do you remember when we talked about the carefully placed movie posters in previous episodes? I payed more attention to the background this time when in Episode 8 Yeowoon ran to the cinema searching for Myungha in his world. And what an amazing discovery! When Myungha starts existing again and calls Yeowoon, the movie poster behind Yeowoon says "Guardian" (보호자).

And I already said in another post that Myungha in previous episodes admitted himself being Yeowoon's "guardian, protector" in the exact same word. But now this word is shown next to Yeowoon! As Yeowoon is the one who changed the main mission and has now declared himself Myungha's guardian and protector and will do his best to make him (his favourite pereson/bias/blorbo) happy. They have now both become guardians for each other. This. Goddamn. Show.

And I also want to shout out the VFX & Production team for this show – all the visual effects are very down to earth, gentle and not over the top but enhancing the series to the max. Like, maybe you wondered where on the screen does it say "Monday, August 14" and "Saturday, August 12"? Well, as expected, you see it on four monitor screens above the box office – the date, the ongoing movies (yep, still our favourite two fake movies) and available dates etc.

But when Yeowoon and Myungha agree to meet each other in the exact system time, they are facing each other without a barrier, and the screens are now counting down the time until the Game End. Instead of normally showing movies, like in the previous shot, it says "Time remaining: 3 hours, 23 minutes, 15 seconds". It was either done with VFX or practically, but still, the thought of incorporating system messages into the actual background is insane and I'm always happy to discover such details.

I don't know how many of you have motivational stairs at your schools, we definitely didn't have this but it's quite a popular thing in Korea. They put popular and uplifting sayings for students on each stair, sometimes they even quote motivational phrases from idols, like this:

And it's interesting that when system gets broken and Myungha is about to disappear, we see the deep cracks coming through the stairs, we see ruined school BUT at the same time the quotes in the show are so obviously in our focus. And they are already written (see screenshots above) in Korean and English, but I'll still write down: one is saying "Stay hungry, stay foolish" and "If you dream it, you can do it, you will succeed". So, perhaps... motivational quotes from sunbae?

And the last moment isn't heavy on translation but I still want to talk about it because cool Korean culture!xD You see the gang grilling meat on the roof (it's called samgyeopsal and it's very popular to have for gatherings), and then Myungha makes a "ssam" and feeds it to Yeowoon – but Sangwon steals it.

Ssam is a wrap, you grill meat then put it on the salad leaf, add other ingredients (like mushrooms, sauces, garlic, green onions etc, there are many side dishes) and then you wrap it in this sort of salad sack and eat it. It's very tasty and unusual combination. But the thing is! There is no way to make it for someone else and leave it on their plate so if you make a ssam wrap for someone and want to give it to a person, you literally have to feed them (like Myungha does with a very fond smile). This is why it's often seen as a romantic gesture (aka feeding someone from your fork etc) and why it's hilarious that Sangwon steals this ssam from Yeowoon (because he wants and he gets Myungha's affection and he's not above being a brat about it!)

I'm sure you can already sense it anyway without me telling you about romantic/close-friend implications, but I thought you guys might wonder why are the guys fighting over the salad leaf.

Another funny thing – Sangwon mentions "There's a saying, 'Don't scold dogs while they eat'". This is a Korean proverb "밥 먹을 때는 개도 안 때린다" ("You don't hit even a dog when it eats") which means that, no matter how annoying you find someone, no matter how angry you are, you can't scold this person while they are eating. Eating is a very important cultural thing in Asia, of course, so do not have arguments at the dinner :D But it's funny how Sangwon uses old proverbs to be mischievous and steal Myungha's love without consequences xD I adore him

I swear, this gotta be my last post about all the details in Love for Love's Sake. There is one more scene with the mirror and a caption, and I'm very curious if it means something because it was seen twice, during system breaking down scene as well, but it's either in Chinese or Japanese and I can't read it.

Anyway! Hope you enjoyed your everyday magazine, I love reading all your tags and thoughts and comments, and if you want to read all my previous translations and pointed out cultural details in Love for Love's Sake, go read this tag!=)

[chvoswxtch]

Hello my love! I love the way you write Frank (AND Matt, but im in a Frank mood tonight). I’m not sure if you’re taking requests rn, but if you are, I love to submit one!! Tbh I’m so sick of how douchey guys are these days on apps, and the “oh you just wanted a free meal” behavior and dating rn is the fucking worst. What’s your take on a situation where you’re friends with Frank and you complain about how badly men behave these days, and he offers to take you on a real date and treat you right? Bc I could use a Frank to rescue me and treat me right rn 😫

hello my darling! thank you so much, omg. you're too kind🥺

ok first of all when I say you are PREACHING to the damn CHOIR !!! I tried a few dating apps and I loathed every single one of them. straight up was not having a good time. it was an absolute travesty, so I feel for you so hard right now angel.

this is my first time doing a headcannon so this is super exciting and i'm happy we get to do this together!! because you absolutely DESERVE a frankie to rescue you and treat you right because you are a goddamn CATCH you are a GLOWING GODDESS and anyone should be so heckin LUCKY as to go on a date with you ❤️

headcannon is going to be below the cut bc y'all know I get carried away, especially with my baby frankie

frank castle & dating apps

first things first: frank castle is very old fashioned, so the idea of a dating app probably not only confuses the fuck out of him but also makes him grimace. like the man without a doubt hates texting, preferring an actual phone call instead, and most likely comes up with a million different threats to your security and worst case scenarios when you teach him about online dating

"don't you wanna meet someone the old fashioned way? how can you tell they're not a complete asshole just by a picture and a few words? what if they ain't who they say they are? you still got that knife I gave ya?"

frank already made you share your location with him a long time ago for safety reasons but now makes you text him the address of wherever it is you're going on these "dates" as well as check in with him every hour

he would probably be adamant about coming with you and sitting in a corner somewhere so he could keep an eye on you but you quickly shot that down bc it's frank and he's very hard to miss and you would have a hard time explaining to your date why that big guy across the room looks like he's seconds away from committing murder (you know exactly which look i'm talking about)

frank requests you send him a picture of whatever guy you're meeting just in case he needs to hunt him down find him if you don't check in or something happens, and never hesitates to offer a look of utter disdain and merciless judgment when you finally send it

"really? you're goin' on a date with this? the options on them apps that goddamn bad, sweetheart?"

frank is extremely shameless in verbally eviscerating every single guy you show him or tell him about and never misses an opportunity to make his opinions known

one night you storm into his apartment without knocking (a common occurrence he's finally gotten used to) and plop down next to him on the couch with a glass a wine (he made a mental note to keep the kind you like on hand at all times) and start to vent about your latest disaster date

the guy made you drive nearly an hour out of your way to meet him at a sketchy dive bar, spent the whole night talking about himself and cutting you off every time you spoke, and then had the AUDACITY to ask you to cover the tab because he "forgot" his wallet at home (this actually happened to me once)

frank can't take it anymore. this online dating thing has been going on for months and every time you vent to him about these assholes, it gets harder and harder for him to control his feelings for you because he's supposed to be your friend and the guys you've been going out with look nothing like him and as much as he wants to be with you, he's scared to ruin the one good thing he has. so, frank hatches a plan

"alright, I can't take this shit anymore. don't make plans friday night. we're goin' out."

he says it so nonchalantly, you almost don't catch what he means. you splutter out your wine, staring over at frank because there's no way he just asked you out on a date??? frank catches your look and offers a timid smile, reaching over to squeeze your knee gently

"relax. i'm just gonna show you what a real date should be like. you've been on so many shitty ones, I don't even know if you know what a good one is. let me help you raise your standards a bit."

let me tell you something, frank castle knows a thing or two about romance. this man goes ALL OUT. picking you up at your door (on time, early even), flowers in hand (your favorites bc he actually listens when you talk), is the most dressed up you've ever seen him (it's a dress shirt and jeans but he's usually covered in blood so), opens all the doors for you and pulls out your chair, takes you to a restaurant he knew you would love bc he knows your favorite dish & dessert, spends the whole night asking you questions about things he's always wanted to know about you, makes you laugh with silly jokes and stories, and tells you several times throughout the night how beautiful he thinks you look

you've always had a crush on frank (how could you not honestly) so you were a nervous wreck about the whole thing and what it meant for your friendship and if he was just doing this to be nice because he felt sorry for you or if he actually liked you back

but the date is not only the best one you've ever been on but also the easiest because it's frank and he's your best friend and you've never felt more comfortable or at ease with someone and when the check comes it makes your heart sink because you never want this date to end, even if it isn't real

the entire walk back to your apartment there's a palpable nervous energy between the two of you and his hands are in his pockets but you desperately wish they were holding yours and when you stop at your door there's a million thoughts racing through your head that you wanna say but the look in frank's eyes steals the oxygen straight out of your lungs

"listen I uh...know I said this was just to show you how a real date should be and what not, and I did mean that but...I really just wanted to show you how you should be treated ya'know. how...how I would treat you, if you'd let me. i'd give you the goddamn world if you asked, sweetheart. I don't know if I read tonight wrong, but I know I could be the right man for you, and I think you know that too. at least, I hope you do. there's nothin' I wouldn't do for you, honey. I understand if you don't feel the same way-"

you don't even let frank finish that sentence before you're dragging him down by his collar and crashing your lips together because holy shit frank, your frank, wants you just as much as you want him

needless to say you invite him up and show him just how much you want him despite his weak attempt at trying to continue to be a gentleman

"sweetheart, we can take it slow. I don't mind-" "frank I swear to god if you don't take your pants off right now, i'm never kissing you again." "yes ma'am."

[casanovawrites]

rp sentence prompts ft. the sex was good until it wasn't by xana

you can't hurt me any more than you have already.

it's taken everything in me not to be petty.

what once was easy is now feeling pretty heavy.

waiting is romance until they are never ready.

i don't deserve this.

i get next to you, and i get nervous.

i guess it's true love 'cause you always come right back.

you talk of timing like our planets just aren't aligning.

i can't let you lie to me.

i don't know who you're trying to be.

i didn't wanna up and leave, but i knew you wouldn't stay with me.

i think about you all the time.

i couldn't handle all the doubt in my mind.

wish you'd have saved yourself, 'cause now i gotta save me.

will i question your intentions forever?

i would do it all again.

i can't think of you. it ruins my whole mood.

i should have left, but how could i?

i guess the sex was good until it wasn't.

you wanted a wife and a kid and a life you could control.

i've got a god-awful tendency to love being alone.

go play the victim, babe. i hope they buy it.

i find myself looking back a bit more than i should.

it wasn't all bad. it wasn't that good.

she's the goddamn vision that's ringing in my head.

we could be good together.

i could be a better kind of best friend.

i'll do anything to have you.

i could keep all of your secrets.

think of all the damage i could do.

it's hopeless. i'm losing focus.

i'm in my home-wrecking era.

you make me feel so good.

nobody fucks like me. i'm the girl of your dirty dreams.

i'm the flame that keeps you warm at night.

i'm not one to hand out my forgiveness, but i expect it every time.

it's just me and the accusations you made.

it pains me to admit you were right.

someday i will be someone you resent. the pleasure is all mine.

i heard you're calling me a monster.

after all the shit i pulled, you could do better.

i'll do what i want over what's right.

all my failures are visceral.

i can't even be honest with myself. how could you believe i'd do that for someone else?

will i ever know why i am like this?

if you wanna place blame, just say my name.

everyone who's ever loved me is the enemy.

i can't take it back, and i don't wanna be someone who loves like this.

they say you learn to know when it's time to go, like a sick joke.

these days i'm talking to myself again, reenacting conversations that never happened.

i'm learning more about myself, and it's scary.

love me plenty, take this gently.

i wanna learn to love you, i just don't know how.

all that happened hurt me more than i care to talk about.

i'm sick of this town. will i find it in me to find a way out?

i think i might feel better once i let you down.

i look into your eyes, and i see my own, almost like you always knew me. what a horrifying feeling.

i only miss it a little, and i don't wish you very well.

the wound still stings, but i kinda like the bleeding.

what if i never find someone who's just like me?

i hold onto these grudges like i wish you held me.

you promised it was real, well i guess you misspoke.

it goes against my nature to believe you're bad.

i'm thankful that i never gave you all of me. now i get to walk away with everything.

if i linger in your memory, eradicate me.

i never saw you coming, but i felt you leave.

i hope you never find the guts to make amends.

i live alone in a haunted house. i turned the mirrors all around, can't stand my face.

am i really that pretty when i'm deadpan?

i curse your name when lovers reach out.

i sleep in your shadow. it only gets bigger.

i wanna be gentle. my words taste like metal.

i'm still somebody's daughter.

i want you to leave. and don't take me with you.

i wanna be radiant.

fuck your remorse. hope it only gets bigger.

bury the gun, or i'll never be happy.

wish i were dead by now. what does it matter?

bet you thought i'd be a pretty, pearly white dream.

you're callous and cruel.

does it keep you up at night? was there something in the light that looks like me?

are you praying to a god you don't believe?

i'm at a loss, why i still can't hate her.

if it's as real as it feels, wouldn't she be here still?

you're a lesson learned, and i'm one that you get to work through.

you said you're all mine, and it left me haunted.

don't tell me you love me if you don't mean it like that.

don't tell me you're coming back. you don't mean it like that.

for you, i think i could have been someone.

i'll be yours forever, if forever will have me.

feels strange to think about how i used to be somebody you didn't know.

we know it's something special.

i could stay right here in this house with you forever.

you make me believe the world could be gentle.

i don't want to kill the parts of me that loved you right.

i feel pathetic, insisting this shit's poetic.

what's it like, being loved by you?

i never learned to let a good thing go.

i needed the time and the space.

do you regret me?

[pullhisteeth]

something silly and soppy for this cold, miserable evening. indulge me in the vision I have of 9-5 Eddie and his gorgeous clothes. nsfw (kind of)

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I know that Eddie's messy and boyish and wears ripped up clothing and that it's all part of the appeal but I want to indulge this idea I have so just imagine that you're both in your 20s and growing up with him by your side and he, to your surprise, gets a big boy job at a record label in Indianapolis. it's a 9-5 most weeks and so you take him shopping and get him some nice shirts and fancy trousers but you make sure they're still Eddie - a couple subtle chains and metal hoops, cufflinks with the devil and DnD dice on them. he keeps the rings and the bracelets and the chain he wears around his neck, though it stays under the shirt.

and then one day you come home from work and he's already in the living room, just like most other days. you find him on the couch, your cat on his lap, in his smart, well-fitting black trousers, crisp white shirt tucked in and a pretty leather belt around his hips. he's just in socks and he's messed his hair up a little, but he looks so goddamn grown up and smart and it makes you swoon.

he beams at you as you drop your stuff and sidle over to him. like usual, you're on him like a flash, the cat politely nudged off with you taking its place on his thighs, mouths and hands all over each other. this happens often; you miss him, he misses you, you both look hot in your work clothes. your hands roam over the cotton of his shirt and soon they grasp his belt and unbuckle it, running under his waistband and untucking his shirt. his lips are warm and wet on your throat and across your face; you're like horny teenagers who can't get enough of each other. the second half is true.

and, like every time, he takes you to the bed and the work clothes come off slowly but surely, thrown in slapdash piles on the floor. before he takes the shirt off he's between your thighs, because he knows you like how he looks in it. it's glorious and he's amazing and you're coming faster than ever, with his hands splayed across your thighs, rubbing up and down and gripping in desperation to the fat there.

when he moves up your body to kiss you, he stops, head hanging over your own, because you're crying.

he's pleading baby, are you okay? please stop crying, here, let's stop, c'mon, and you're reassuring him that i'm not sad, eddie, you're so good to me, i just can't believe this is my life.

he pulls you up to sit in his arms, and as he rocks you side to side gently, you tell him that there is nothing in the world you love more than coming home to your gorgeous, handsome, loving boyfriend stroking your cat on your couch in your home. and you tell him that you're not sure what to do with all the love you have for him, that you feel like telling him isn't enough, that you have never felt so content in your life.

he just tells you that he feels the same way. he tells you that he loves that he gets to wait for you to come through the door, he lives every day for the indescribable sensation he gets when you do, the way his heart leaps every single time, how he wants so badly to wrap you up and squeeze so tight that two become one.

he says he feels silly admitting that, but you just hold him in your hands and kiss him silly, assuring him that he's not silly, he could never be silly; you wish you could put it into words the way he does. a natural writer, he's so good at giving you ways of describing how you feel, and that's just it - you feel he completes you, though you know that you don't need completing. but that makes it better, because its a wholeness you never knew you could have.

he's still in his white shirt, though it's more crinkled now. you keep saying sorry for ruining the mood but he keeps repeating that you didn't ruin anything, as his hands continue roaming and he lies you on your back. you're kissing each other all over and you feel a warm glow inside your body. it is so nice to be so loved by someone you are watching grow up and who is watching you do the same.

[binalakai-archive]

🍅🧅🍏🥑 wahoo fruit party!!

How misunderstood is your OC? In-universe or IRL. oh god. okay. okay Hue Man on Earth is a story that is. REALLY hard for me to share, despite how much I do try to talk about it publicly (or at least update my toyhouse as much as possible when i feel like doing that), there's always that sense of. people either boiling my characters down to Tropes/who's the Bad one and who's the Good One. whos the character thats meant to be a personal attack on someone (none of them are) n whos the character that is meant to be relatable (none of them are PURPOSELY written to be that way) n it just. really goddamn sucks sometimes. i could talk about specifics with my main trio specifically, over the course of time that i've had Hue, Magni, and Clyde, theyve all been weirdly misunderstood in their own way that i have gotten to the point of having to reevaluate those folks n look inward into seeing if that perception of themselves can be weaved into the plot. but honestly i think ill catch myself in a bad mood atm if i think about it too hard. tldr on that; i try to microdose my story when sharing it to others, n even then i get really nervous about the idea that my story wont be valued/understood as a whole, which is partially of my own doing as well bc i do have a tendency to Put a Lot into characters once i get super attached to them. ..so nowadays im too burned out to do that :"P once i make that pitch bible, it probably still wont fix that, but its still a project im committing to nonetheless! 🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information? Hue) hard to answer with a creature like him. objectively, he doesnt cry. its not needed for him to release emotion the same way it does for Earth-things. but he does it anyway, or at least the equivalent (letting go of parts of his body in droplets from his eyes, just for them to crawl back to his body) it's less about "am i sad right now and do i have to cry" and more like "is crying appropriate for this situation.". after his Human arc in arc 5, its something he actually stops doing as a whole because experiencing the feeling of crying in a human body like. Actually Fucks him up REAL bad NJWKEFNAJKWFNAKWEF Magni) the "sillier" or "unrelated to themselves" the issue is, the more theyll have a tendency to genuinely cry over it. they cry when they know no one else is there to mourn over the problem they're crying about, which is why they'll have a very Stone Flat Face when Witnessing the horrors, but will have an absolute meltdown over dropping their favorite cup Clyde) Honestly that motherfucker will cry over. like....anything? Honestly? to the point where it can be unpredictable. Clyde's emotions are based less on the Cause of Crying and more about the intensity of its emotions. any time it gets overwhelmed, it will cry, and its been labeled a crybaby inuniverse because of that 🍏 [GREEN APPLE] How do they differ from the norm and how are they punished for it? answering this all together, and honestly without having to like. explain the whole plot of HMoE in one setting. Hue seen as different from the norm not because he's an alien but because he's technically an illegal immigrant, Magni and Clyde are autistic PoC that also Do Not Fit Well into their hometown whatsoever. may i need to say anything else. 🥑 [AVACADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

Hue) trying to be seen as a good person, even if it means doing the most heinous shit possible (as long as he's able to hide it/insist on good intentions) Magni) trying to be seen as the Right Person, even if it means twisting things in their favor SPECIFICALLY to be right (though will admit to it redhanded if theyre caught, more out of being impressed if anything) Clyde) trying to be seen as the Truthful Person, even if it means ruining everyone's day/life about it (it''ll try to seem like it doesnt care about being "bad", but it very much actually eats away at it. every single damn day)

[cabiba]

Over the past ten years, I’ve tested out almost every conceivable habit known to man.

Things like…

Waking up at 5 am

Going to the gym every day

Cutting out porn

Going sober

Planning my day the night before

Journalling

Meditation

Yoga

Green juices…

And a whole lot more.

After more than a decade of trial and error, I’ve discovered that there are only a small handful of habits that really make an impact on your quality of life and the “smoothness” with which you operate.

Here are 7 of my favorites.

1. Wake Up at the Same Time Every Day (But Prioritize Sleep)

The first, and simplest way to make your life run smoother is to get your body in the habit of waking up at the same time every single day (including weekends).

By doing this, you will reduce decision fatigue and start your mornings off on the right foot.

When you wake up at the same time every day, your day doesn’t start with senseless personal negotiation.

You don’t spend your morning thinking, “Should I get up? I need to get up…but goddamn…these sheets are just too cozy.”

The time that you wakeup doesn’t really matter.

What matters is that you are out of the bed by the same time every day while still prioritizing sleep.

This habit will help you fall asleep faster, ensure productive (or relaxing) mornings, and, as long as you get enough sleep, give you energy for day.

2. Have a “Device-Free” Morning Routine

Most people wake up, roll out of bed, and immediately dive into Facebook, Instagram, or email.

DO NOT DO THIS.

The first hour of your morning should be all about you.

When you begin your day by checking email or social media, you instantly go into “reactive” mode and deprive yourself of the quiet time you need to think and perform at your best.

There’s no “best” morning routine and you can spend your early morning hours however you like (although I encourage you to read, journal, and meditate).

But the worst morning routine is one that starts with email, social media, or the news.

3. Plan and Prepare the Night Before

Every day when your work ends, take a few minutes to plan the following day and prepare for whatever priorities you’ve set.

For example, if you know that you need to write an article, take 5 minutes to write an outline for that article and find any relevant resources you’ll need.

This might sound simple, but a small amount of preparation goes a long way and will make it far easier for you to have a productive and successful day.

4. Get Out of Your Head

We all get angry.

We all have bad days.

We all feel sad.

When these emotional states happen, don’t dwell in them.

Get out of your head and put it onto paper.

By writing down what you are experiencing and why, you will quickly be able to dismantle the emotional state and improve your self awareness.

If you had a fight with a co-worker, take a few minutes to journal about the experience.

It will probably start off with “Tom is such an asshole! I hate his guts and want him to drink from a fire hydrant!”

But by the time you’re done, you will probably be writing, “Tom is still an asshole…but I didn’t need to respond the way that I did and I’m not going to let this shit ruin the rest of my day.”

5. Move Mother F’er Move!

If you aren’t exercising, you are handicapping your potential and performance.

Exercise has more benefits than I could possibly list in this article and will help alleviate your anxiety, sharpen your mind, and boost your mood faster than anything else.

If you do nothing else, start exercising.

It can be as simple as 15 minutes of calisthenics or 90-minutes of weight lifting.

How you exercise doesn’t really matter.

What matters is that you move every day and keep your body active.

You’ll live longer, feel better, and be a better person.

Don’t be lazy…move mother f’er move!

6. Eat the Same Thing for Breakfast and Lunch

This is super simple but will make your days infinitely easier.

When you eat the same thing for breakfast and lunch everyday, you don’t have to waste time trying to decide what to eat.

Instead, you can prepare all of your meals ahead of time and add several hours back into your week.

As a bonus, because you’re preparing your own meals you’ll be less likely to skip a meal (thus overindulging the next meal) or eat something that makes you feel like crap.

Pick a meal plan and stick to it.

7. Laugh Your Ass Off

Life is short. We don’t know when it will end and we have no idea what the future holds.

To some people, this is depressing.

To me, it’s a motivation to have more fun while I can.

Life is far too short to take seriously. So laugh your ass off every day.

Laugh at stand up comedy. Laugh at yourself. Laugh at the absurdity of life. Laugh for no reason at all.

But laugh.

Smile. Enjoy yourself. Have fun with life.

Because the ride is going to end no matter what and you might as well enjoy it while you can.

[crazy-random-bookworm-17]

I wanted to talk to somebody. I don't have a therapist.

(I am a mutual of yours but I hope you understand that I don't want you to know who I am. I already feel ashamed enough. I really don't want anybody's pity. Just someone to talk to honestly and from my heart.)

We're in a place that's very religious. My family is super religious but me, not so much. See, the religion itself and what it represents simply doesn't resonate with me.

I'm going away to college very soon (in a month). My father wanted to sow that religious seed in me. He doesn't realise that the more he tries the more I'm gonna get tired of it and hate it.

When you try to force something on a person which they don't necessarily like, it's gonna make them dislike it more.

And see, its very very hot (40 degrees) and my skin doens't do well in the sun. I don't burn in the sun, but I've got eczema and sweat is not good for it and UV rays? Very very bad. I feel itchy all over and it so goddamn hard for me to even sit in one place.

In this condition they make me walk 3-4 miles a day to visit temples that I'm so not interested in and oh my god the photos.

It's a 7 day trip and I feel like dying. To make things worse, my father criticizes everything I wear saying it just doesn't make sense. Example: today I wore a wrap dress that ties around the waist. He looked me from head to toe and said that the tie should be lower and that the way its tied it makes me look not good.

I said that it's the way the dress comes and the tie stays in place. I can't lower it. I may have gotten annoyed and talked harshly but you can blame that on my sour mood this whole week.

He said that whoever designed the dress didn't know what they were doing and ended the convo. And I ofc, felt very insecure and kept pulling on my dress that I'd thought looked so good on me. I know that he doesn't know shit about fashion but still. It really really bothers me.

All this aside, I'm having somewhat of a crisis. The people here are so very pretty and wear simple clothing and I feel overdressed and like everybody is staring at me like I'm some abomination. I feel ugly. The sun's ruining my hair and God to make all this even worse, I forgot my sunscreen at home and idk what's gonna happen to my sensitive skin. I hate my face. Why does my hair get frizzy like that. I've got dark circles because of little to no sleep (we're travelling at night, spend the day at the particular place and then travel again, next place and so on.)

I feel worthy of nothing. I hate the looks my mother gives me literally drenched in pity. Yes I feel very bad and I'm not happy but pity makes it all worse.

I've never been that insecure about the way I look except for the occasional bad days where you hate everything that is you for no reason. No reason at all. You just. Hate yourself. Idk how to explain it.

I am short and people think my mother starves me. I can pass as a 12 year old when in reality I'm 17. Why am I the way I am. Why was I born in this family where body shaming is an everyday thing. My brother constantly calls me a mouse and maybe he means it affectionately but it still.. affects me yk. My mother forcing food until I feel like I'm gonna puke. She asks me to do skipping so I can grow an inch. See, me doing it on my own for my own health is different. But other people (yes even my own mother) making me do it is just.. not good yk.

Honestly, I understand part of what you're going through, especially the last paragraph, but sort of inversed. I'm sort of chubby, so I also understand that sort of thing, with my brother calling me nicknames (I don't know if they're affectionate or not) my parents (mostly my mom) making contsant comments and trying to make me exercise... I sort of appreciate it cause I can't motivate myself very well, but I also understand what you mean by it just not being good or effective. I really understand all of that; we're in opposite ends, sure, but we're in the same boat.

As for the rest, such as the religious aspect, I can't really relate to, but I'm going to try to give you some sort of advice and confort you anyways, even if you don't need it (bear with me though). I understand the part of you wanting to dislike something even more when someone tries to force you to like it.

I would suggest having a serious converstion with both your parents about...everything. But I feel like you can suggest that yourself; there's probably something that's preventing you from doing it (the fact that they're your parents, the fact that you already tried, etc).

For the frizzyness of the hair, if no one's restricting you, I would suggest a sort of binding hairstyle? A bun, or if that's too heavy for your head, a braid. If your parents forbid it, maybe try saying that your hair will look better this way, that it accentuates curls, and that you'll take it out when you get there?

Try maybe to wear very thin (heat) but skin-covering (excema) clothing. Buy a new sunscreen asap! Maybe some sort of cream for the excema? I can't quite suggest anything because I don't use those sort of products, but I think you should.

About the feeling ugly part, at times we just can't help it. We have a shit day, and we feel like crap in every and all aspects; we can't help this. But, it's so, so important to (at least try to) not compare yourself to others. There was this one video I saw that I feel would sort of accentuate what I'm trying to say, but I can't find it. The idea was that one girl was eating chips and felt like she should be more healthy and fit like another girl she saw. Cut to that other girl and her thoughts, and she felt weak from the diet she was on, and just wanted to regain her energy like a very loud and energetic person she saw across the street. Cut to this person, who is chiding themself for being so loud, and wanted to be calm and reserved like one of their friends. And this cycle continued. The idea is that maybe you feel inferior to them, while they may be feeling the same thing about you. Try your best to think of that. This is gonna be really cheesy but I also speak a quote to you (I don't know who wrote it, and I'm paraphrasing): "A bottle of water is 50 cents in the grocery store, $1.50 in a vending machine, $4 at the gym, and $9.50 on an airplane. The next time you feel as if you're worthless, maybe you're in the wrong place." The same thing can apply here. Maybe you're just not in the right place. I bet you're in a supermarket. Hopefully college will be the airplane.

And I totally understand that you might not want me to know who you are, no pressure! I hope you feel better. Look at the bright side: at least college is coming soon (ish) so this won't go on forever. Try your best to pay attention to the nicer things in life as well, even though I understand this is really difficult for you. Just don't lose sight of them.

I apologize if that's not what you wanted to hear. To be honest I'm pretty shit at comforting people, but I tried realy hard. I really don't mean to insult you to offend you in any way, if that's how it comes across. A lot of my advice is probably useless and you've probably thoughts of it anyway. If any of that is true, I hope at least the thought counts. If you want to say something else my ask box is always open (and feel free to drop criticism about my response or ask me to say something specifically).

I hope the trip isn't too bad. I wish you the best of luck, confidence, the Vibes, and everything else. Manifesting that it isn't too terrible and that it's over soon. Whoever you are, I love you <33 and I'm sending you support.

If you want to boost your mood I'm gonna drop a meme, probably a terrible one haha. If not, just scroll past really fast. I tried to cut it off but the "expand" feature disabled my cut. Sorry about that.

[gay-kurapika]

A thing about me is that I let people take things way too far in terms of how badly I let them treat me and then when I do finally stand up for myself I sound like the craziest bitch alive for flipping out about something small when in reality there’s been a mountain of things that led to that tipping point. Like I sound crazy to myself when I try to explain what happened with Jayne sometimes, but like I’m the only person who was actually in that exact situation and knows exactly what happened. I’m dead fucking serious when I say I literally don’t feel like the same person I was before I met her, and absolutely not in a good way. I lost all sense of self identity trying to please her, because her moods changed all the time and I was so desperate to please her because I was convinced we were friends. I remember being passionate about things and I still haven’t recovered that about myself, I almost never feel passionate about anything anymore. I think of things she said or did to me every day. I internalized this constant stream of hatred for myself because she was always telling me how much people would be disgusted with me if they really knew me. I had been excited to move into my new house and she ruined every part of it for me. Everything that was mine got thrown away, she got more pets than I ever wanted, physically altered the house in very expensive ways, changed locations of every item all the time so I never knew where anything was, talked down her rent share by hundreds of dollars and eventually stopped paying it at all, ate all the food I would buy to the point that I was losing weight because there wasn’t anything I could eat, like it went on and on. She convinced me that my family didn’t love me, that my girlfriend at the time didn’t love me, that my coworkers all hated me. Literally these were all things she said to me! And so of course, on the night everything blew up, of course I sounded crazy. Of course I did. Because the argument started when I said I didn’t want to watch a reality tv show with her or go on a walk with her after I had gotten off of work because I was tired, and I said she could leave the garbage she wanted me to take out next to the door and I would take it out tomorrow morning before I left for work. After she had been sitting at home drunk off her ass literally all day, not contributing to rent or bills, not working, while I was trying to recover from my addiction and literally just wanted to watch tv after a 10 hour shift. I know I sounded crazy, I’m well aware that’s why the police report resulted in me getting arrested, but goddamn motherfucking hell it had been hours of her yelling at me, of course I was crying! It had been two years of her abuse, of course I had a low opinion of myself! Of course I did! I challenge any one of those fucking cops that were there that day to live two years with that woman, I’m fucking traumatized from her emotional abuse! She did drive me crazy, the literal night this happened she was telling me someday she’d walk in on me dead because that was the only end she could see for me, she was suicide baiting me that whole night! How was I supposed to be put together and rational! At one point I was on my hands and knees cleaning up broken dishes and food she had thrown around the kitchen because I was scared my cat would accidentally step on the broken glass or that her dog would try to eat the food and get sick. While she stood above me yelling. I was at a point okay? And still all I did was flat palm push her away from me, she punched me in the chest and pushed me into a wall in retaliation, did she face anything for that? Nope!

[dyrwoodan]

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[ranalatus]

Sin And Snow

In which you are the Tsaritsa's favorite, and the entirety of Snezhnaya is a movie directed by you.

spoilers - Genshin Impact Webtoon (??)

genre: gore, yandere-ish

characters: fatui harbingers (childe, scaramouche, signora, dottore), tsaritsa, gender-neutral fatui!reader

warnings: mentions of inhumane experiments, gore, blood, manipulation, reader's kinda f-ed up, (if i missed anything please let me know!)

notes: this is an excuse to write Harbinger shenanigans (look they're just in a silly goofy mood okay)

You give a knowing smile to your right, acknowledging the concerningly pale face of your servant

“Melody, fix your face. It would be a shame if your young beauty got permanently ruined because of something so childish.”

The rookie servant, bless her soul, takes a few big gasps, hands covering her mouth from puking up all of the contents in her stomach

A disgustingly loud gulp and she barely manages to stutter. “I.. I shall do as you say, my.. liege.”

You gesture for her to leave, and watch with mild amusement as she stumbles over her own feet, evidently not used to the activities in the Zapolyarny Palace

On the silver platter in front of you lays ten fingers, and if you had two spare palms you'd be able to form two hands. Though it's foolishly obvious that they all came from different people. In the middle of the circle of fingers, lay a dead arctic fox. Blood covering most of it's white fur, blood dripping out of it's eye sockets. Perhaps he gouged them out for Dottore in exchange for goods? You wouldn't know

Nonetheless, an amused chuckle escapes you as you call over your trusted servants. One whom you trusted for her loyalty, and the other whom you trusted for their clear obsession with this game you were playing with the Harbingers

“Vera, fetch my actual dinner from the kitchen. Alouise, hunt something down in return for the pleasant gift Tartaglia offered to me.”

The two bow, murmuring the words “as you wish, my liege” with contrasting tones, before you're left alone with the harsh biting cold of the room

You hum in contemplation before a Cheshire grin makes its way on your face

“Shall I pay my lovely Tsaritsa a visit?”

. . .

The next day, you laugh innerly at the concealed rage of the Harbingers

You sat in the Tsaritsa's lap burried with fluffy fur coats, playing with the strands of her white hair as if they were nothing but yarn. Her cold hand, even with the thickest of gloves, gently caresses your back, sending shivers up your spine with each touch

Oh at times like this you felt like the whole of Snezhnaya is wrapped around your finger, what with most of it's people and the Tsaritsa herself adoring your presence

You smile knowing that even though Childe felt the the overwhelming urge to watch you bleed, to paint your room with the blood he'd come to crave, to want with an extremely unhealthy desire, he couldn't even prick your finger himself. You had his weakness in your hands, playing him like a fiddle. Your visit to his hometown was a success to your plans, you'd gotten his family's trust and admiration even easier than you expected. And it absolutely enraged him

You laugh knowing how annoyed Scaramouche is. That despite not even knowing his true nature, you still had the power to discourage people's fear of him, to turn him into nothing but a jester, a laughing stock by his very own goddamn subordinates

You hold the strings of the Tsaritsa's favor to Signora, constantly reminding her how easy it would be to throw her into the fire at a single cry of “witch!” the second she disobeys you. The second she forgets who gave her the confidence and reassurance needed to provide the gnoses to the Tsaritsa

You can easily wipe out Dottore's power and influence over Mondstadt with just a snap of your fingers. All his inhumane experiments and ungodly ideals being used against him, not in an act of heroic-ness, oh definitely not. You just absolutely adore how uncomfortable he is under your gaze, knowing the debt Mondstadt has for the Fatui, for Dottore, could easily be handed over to you and you alone. You delight in knowing that the only reason you haven't done it yet is because of the fact that he's obeying you oh so well these days

Really, playing with these Harbingers are way too easy. You bit your lip to stiffle a giggle, melting further into Her Highness' embrace, purposefully toying with the gem necklace you made her, the one sitting on her collarbone everyday

You remind every single one of these fools everyday about who's truly in power here

And you watch with bliss as their eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when in front of them they see various body parts of the people who they thought worked for the palace. Spies

The Tsaritsa praises you for your sharpness, gentle, cold hands cupping your face with nothing but love. Something everyone thought she'd run out of

Something reserved only for you

Yes, you gleefully enjoy the half enraged, half obsessed looks the people in the hall gave you as once again, you pull the strings of the play known as Snezhnaya in your very hands

— i miss Signora :(

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

Can you do Trevor annoying the reader to death and the reader gives him silent treatment and is really pissed off

[❤︎] pairing: trevor zegras x gn!reader

[❤︎] warnings: (other than trevor being annoying) none!

[❤︎] word count: 823

nhl requests are open!

You had just gotten back to your room from a walk. Everything had been irritating you — from pointless work meetings that could have been emailed, to your roommate making noise all around the apartment (I mean, come on, who the hell puts dishes away that goddamn loudly?). The sun was shining; for once, it wasn’t raining, and you desperately needed to get out. 

You take the earbuds in time to hear a knock on your bedroom door. Great, just when you request to be alone for one day, someone has to ruin it. You swing your door open, and you’re met with your worst nightmare. Well, not really; you like Trevor, but now is not the time for his stupid antics. 

“[y/n]! How’s my best friend in the whole world doing?!” His boisterous voice rings in your ears, and his arms encircle you. 

“Put me down, T,” you sigh, pushing him off you. Usually, Trevor is a fun person to be around. His energetic puppy-dog energy is endearing, and you’ve sworn you’ve never had as much fun with another person before. He’s this beacon of light that always finds a way to shine. 

But sometimes, he likes to play with fire. He relishes getting you riled up and irritated; he likes poking fun at nearly everything you do (all in good favour, of course). He finds it most fun when you don’t hide your irritation — when most people would try to be as polite as they can to diffuse the exasperation building. Not you. You let him know when he’s too much and is getting on your nerves. 

Trevor follows you to the living room, slumping down on the couch next to you. His finger pokes at your thigh, not stopping until you turn your head. A devious smile plays on his lips at your glare. Good, he thinks. 

“Not today, Z. I’m too tired for your crap,” 

“Oh, come on, sweetcheeks. You know you love me,” he sing-songs, rubbing his forehead against your arm. Shrugging him off, you expel a sigh accompanied by the fourth eye roll in the last 5 minutes. Already off to a good start, Trevor thinks and covers his smirk with his hand for a moment. The show on the tv is pissing you off, the laugh track surging beacons of electricity through your body. Do they seriously need to laugh at every line? I mean, come on. 

Trevor pokes your arm, cautiously watching your non-reaction. He does it again. 

“Can you knock it off?” 

“Sorry, my hand slipped,” he raises his hands in surrender, a playful laugh expelling from his lips. Your eyes close, and a disgruntled and exasperated breath sighs through your nose, indicating to Trevor that he’s finally got you in a spot where he wants you. He pokes you again. Your final straw. Your feet stomp their way to your room, the door slamming with irritation that only makes Trevor laugh. Of course, he finds you amusing in this mood. 

After letting you cool down, Trevor knocks softly on your door. Your headphones are too loud to hear, and he figured you’d have them in any way, so he lets himself in. Your eyes shoot to where he stands, all cute in his hoodie and hair, all fluffy and soft. You’re not sure if it’s guilt from being too harsh in this mood or if the irritation is still lingering within you. Perhaps the irritation feeling is Trevor himself — as if he were a human embodiment of the emotion.  

“I won’t annoy you, I promise,” he says, despite the headphones still blearing in your ears. He invites himself over to your bed, sitting comfortably against the wall. Shifting the focus to your laptop, you realise you missed half a scene and have no idea what is happening in the show. Perfect, just perfect, honestly. Now, you have to rewind a couple of minutes, and it sure wouldn’t have happened if Trevor hadn’t interrupted you. 

Trevor’s eyes scan over the items in your room. He’s not sure if he’s really ever taken notice of the small details; from where your hairbrush sits ontop of your jewlery box, or the papers scattered across your desk from college assignements, or perhaps it was the photos that displayed over the dressing mirror. Pictures of the two of you stand out to him. Sure, you were just friends, but there is something so sentimental about having those memories pinned to an intimate space such as your bedroom that makes his heart feel warm. 

The warmth of his hand on your leg draws you out of focus. Pausing the show, his voice rings through your ears, unlike it did before. 

“I’m sorry, okay. I won’t annoy you anymore. You have my word,” his soft laugh cracks a smile on your face. “Aye, there’s that smile!” 

“Shut up,” you groan, nodding for him to sit next to you. 

[cravingbro]

Chocolate Ice Cream

siblings oneshot au: 1,8k words — harsh words, mention of mature content, bunch of physical attacks, contains some sweets (literally), and a mere hallucination.

There were days when he turned into a giant-goddamn-annoying baby, especially when our parents were out for late night work or him currently being single and desperate. Those days I had to sacrifice my mental stability for unwanted disturbance outside my room.

He could yell for every game he lost. Or he would intentionally made noises with his steps along the corridor of our room, trying to steal my focus.

I knew that for sure, yet he always succeed. Every. Single. Time.

In a blink of an eye, I'd step out and shouted at him while he ran away and chuckled. If my mood already ruined during the day, I'd catch him in the living room and punched his back as if it was me againsts a thief. Well ... he is a thief. He stole my mindfullness.

One thing I noticed is that he never fight back. Not at once. As if he let me crushed him with my wild fists and fingers. Usually when my attacks are getting weaker, he either squeeze my tiny body in his arms or he would run away. Again.

That day he chose to run, reaching for refrigerator and took two paper cups from the freezer. When I finally catched his step, he handed me a chocolate ice cream, my favorite flavor he knows very well. As I tried to reach the cup, he decided to not giving it to me as it is. Then he opened the lid and put the spoon inside so that I could just eat it right away.

My God, it taste as awesome as I remember it would be. It was so good that I wheezed. He chuckled as he rub his fingers through my hair.

"What is it this time?" I asked while he shook his head and said, "Nothing."

"Nothing is free in this world, Dude. So, what is this ice cream do today? A special request to shut me up? Or another session of asking for second opinion?" I added. He still shook his head and smiled.

"Another session? Hahaha, no. You were busy anyway. Just finish your task. I just wanted you to have a little break from whatever shit you're currently working on," he said. I sighed as he was not being infuriating like he always does.

"You're joking, right?"

"Do I look funny right now?"

"Oh ... yes, you do! I've lived with you my whole life to know how silly you are. I have no idea how could someone like you be a school-star everybody adores, like ... no shit, they have no idea who you truly are—"

"I have a girlfriend," he cut my word with sharp look. He gulped before he avoid eye contact.

"Yeah, so? None of my business, you know— wait ... did you ... do something nasty with that girl?" Judging by how serious he looked at that time, I could not help but think of something bad. Yet he did not answered my question and I tried to make him look at me in the eye. But he refused to do so.

"Jaehyun!"

"I was drunk! I didn't know what I was doing!" he shouted back. My jaw dropped, thinking of what kind of disaster he just told me about.

"You're so screwed, Bro!"

"Help me!"

"Hell no!"

"But I gave you an ice cream!"

"An ice cream? In exchange for what? A possibility of you ... ruining our family in instant? Now tell me, did you made her pregnant?" I asked, holding his shoulders with both of my hands.

His face suddenly went red and he bit his lips. He neither confirm nor deny my curiousity which made me lowkey furious.

"Hey!"

"I don't know! But we had great time, I suppose. She said it was good—"

"Yacks! Why are you telling me this?!" I punched his chest and he whined. But then he laughed out loud. He probably dive in too deep that he started to shed tears.

"What's so funny about it?" I asked, with rage shown on my face. He scooped a spoon of his ice cream and tried to feed me. He opened his mouth as a sign for me to open mine, and I really did. I looked like I was his robot obeying his order. Not long after, that spoon of chocolate ice cream instantly melt inside my mouth.

"It's funny because I lied," he stated after a long silence.

All of sudden, I have no energy left to throw another tantrum. I was just starring sharp as his face turned goofy.

"You're a good sister, you know that? I bet nobody would spare her time in between her deadlines just to listen my outstanding story like you did—"

"You just wasted my time! Holyshit!" I finally cursed as I stood up. He let me walk away and I could feel him starring at me with a wide smile as he succeed his prank. So I turned and raised my middle finger on him.

"I love you too," he said. I cringed so hard as he blew a kiss with both of his hands. Who the fuck he think he is? A superstar whose action melt everyone heart? Maybe. But not to me, at least.

When I walked pass the corridor, I could hear him jumping on the sofa. I guess he celebrated that moment, literally. I stood before the door and placed my forehead on the wall, then sighed.

I sat back on the chair, trying to get my mind back on the task. But his chuckling voice from the living room bothered me so much that I reached my pillow and walked towards him.

"You, son of a bitch!" I shouted as I attacked him with the pillow. He used his hands to cover himself from me and that was all he did. No counter attack. No fight back. Just joyful laugh.

"You said you know me well before, but you still got pranked," he said followed with a loud cheerful laugh right after.

"I said I know ... how silly you are ... I didn't expect ... you'd joke about ... doing ... that ... with your ... girlfriend," I replied while I was out of breath. I kept hitting my brother with the pillow and he kept laughing as he laid himself on the sofa.

I locked his waist with my legs so he could not move even a single inch away from me. Yet I still did not hear a single protest from him. As expected, he still enjoys being brutally attacked by his sister.

"But deep down, you know I will do that one day," he spoke with his soft tone, contrast with the current sitation of our warzone. That voice made me stop attacking him immediately.

"Of course! You're a grown up ass man," I replied. He took that opportunity to free himself and sat down right in front of me.

"And what do you feel if that day come?" he asked followed with a warm smile painted on his face.

"Huh?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, the day I finally live with somebody else and build my own family away from mom, dad, and you," he added.

"I guess I have no choice. I'm not sure with how I feel, honestly. Well, how about you? What if that day come to me?" I asked him back.

"I— uh ... probably will keep an eye on the guy you marry just in case he did something shitty. Then I'll come right away if I notice a single scratch on you, physically or mentally Then I'll throw that guy away from you. I swear to God that's what I'll do." He raised his fist up as if he was demonstrating a protest.

"Ha!" I covered my mouth right before I chuckled.

"Let me tell you something," he said, opening a new topic for our conversation.

"Don't you dare prank me this time!" I threatened him. He immediately shook his head and said, "No no no, this one is real."

He gave a sign with his hand to make me come closer to him. As usual, I obeyed his request. Then he placed his mouth close to my ear and whispered, "I was the one who ask for a younger sibling because I saw two kids on the playground fighting over who was going to held their dog's chain."

As soon as I heard that, I reached his wrist and took a quick glance before he continue his story.

"But I specifically ask for a brother. Yet I got a sister," he added. We both chuckled.

"Were you disappointed when I was born?"

"Not going to lie, I had a huge disappointment the moment it was revealed that you will be a girl. That was before you were born, I even told our mom to exchange the baby or do anything just so I could get a brother," his whisper tone got excited. I bursted in laugh.

"But then one day, our mom got sick and has to go to hospital at night. Our dad took her and left us at home, just like this. You were four and I was seven. I was so stressed, not knowing what to do with you, and us literally just stuck together like that," he added.

"I was preparing myself to say no to whatever you want because you use to ask this and that, then cry when you didn't get what you want." I chuckled remembering how bad I behave when I was younger.

"But then you just came to me, in my room, and with a soft-spoken voice, you ask if I want to eat ice cream with you," he said then took a deep breath before he continued, "I told you we have no ice cream and you said that we should ride a bike to the nearest minimarket to buy some—"

"And we did," I cut him immediately since I remember which story he tried to tell.

"Yes ... we did," he echoed my words and smile widely as I looked at him.

"That's the moment when I finally realized ... having a sister is not so bad. I'm way more relaxed at that day and I guess that was the first time you behave nicely," he said while putting his index on my nose. I could not help but to smile. His words comforted me in a way I never expected.

The task I tried to finish before actually made me questioned myself. I guess I was too tired to live my day because of how stressful it was to be at school everyday and stuck with numerous task from various subjects.

"I heard you sob this afternoon, by the way," he suddenly confessed, made me raised both of my eyebrows in instant.

"You did?"

"Yeah, and it breaks my heart to hear—"

"I thought you were busy playing games," I cut him again. His sentimental side was showing and I almost cringed had I not stop him talking midway.

"I did. But I walked passed your room couple times and even peek inside—"

"But I hear nothing?!" I raised my voice as I speak. He shook his head slowly and added, "I also called your name, but you didn't answer. That's when I went out to buy the ice cream."

"Gosh ...." I took a deep breath before I finally smiled.

"You know ... I'm not a smart brother you can rely on when you're stuck with your tasks. So the only thing I can do to help is to give you a quick ice cream break," he said as he lifted his jaw haughtily.

"And pranked me, for God's sake," I added. We both laughed so hard right after.

"That's for a signature touch," he replied. I raised my eyebrow once again and he continued, "I won't let you forget my existence ever. So I'll plant as many silly memories as I can—"

"Oh, fuck that shit." I reached my pillow and threw it towards my brother and left him immediately.

Eventually, I was able to finish my deadlines at midnight. Although the idea of what my silly brother did haunted me the whole time.