#(ME ' I MEAN J U S T ' ' WHAT IF ' ' I TAKE THOSE A STEP FURTHER ' 'INSTEAD')

[izzyizumi]

Digimon Adventure (Series)/tri. + Headcanons Koushiro Izumi + Child + Koushiro & Hikari Friendship/Supporting Each Other {+Bonus Maki, “H o m e o s t a s i s” Commentary} Original Commentary & (only Slightly outdated) Theorizing (& Rambling) under the ‘read more’!

Headcanon name: Kami(ko?) (An “English dub”-style localized name would probably be: Cami with the ‘C’) [In my childhood headcanons, “Camille”, meaning “Light”, was also possible; Koushiro’s name, in comparison, also contains the kanji for “Light”, which is the exact same as Hikari’s name meaning!] (Thus, ‘Camille’ would be fitting as a sort of ‘U.S. Dub’ name but...?)

(why bother keeping the “-ko”, etc. when you have A LITERAL psuedo? “ GOD ” hanging out inside of your body??) [+Kami{ko}’s friends probably roll with it anyway and give it as a nickname BECAUSE, W E L L -----]

Edits made by me + some also made via my TAICHIxKOUSHIRO ficverse’s: “KOUSHIRO’S ? CYBER JOURNEY” AMV

         “ I AM THE ONE WHO DESIRES STABILITY … ”

- H O M E O S T A S I S, Digimon Adventure Ep. 45 / Digimon Adventure tri: Ketsui

BONUS:

        “ but I FEEL that SOMETHING is CHANGING ... “

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[safertokiss]

Through a Different Lens

A/N: Well, well, well. Lookie what we have here. New content wowza. I’d say I’m surprised it’s been a while, but I simply am not. Luckily another fic swap has arrived to get my creative juices flowing once again. The gods have gifted me with another perfect opportunity to write sub spence because I was given @writing-in-april as my person yet again. Hooray! Anyways I hope you enjoy and thanks all you cool cats and kittens for the support (we almost to 1000 yeet skrrt). Also, it just happens to be my birthday today so as a gift to myself I thought about subby Spencer for a while.

Pairing: SPENCER x READER

Category: SMUT and can’t forget that fluff

Word Count: 3.2k

ENJOY:)

~~~

It all started completely by accident.

There was no possible way that she would’ve been able to predict just how much they would affect the poor kid. 

She could remember, clear as day, the first time she was forced to wear her glasses to the bureau due to her ongoing frustrations with the torture devices that were also referred to as contacts. There were only so many headaches and eye-waterings that she could take before the insecurity of wearing her frames to work shriveled below the point of caring anymore. 

But none of those previous insecurities held a flame to the amount of confusion she felt when she entered the bullpen and waltzed over to Spencer’s desk to say good morning with a shy smile adorning her face. Y/n hadn’t even been able to get a complete sentence out before the young doctor had turned to her and froze, his mouth hanging open like a fish, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, the harsh red blush she had seen before, just maybe not to this extent, engulfing his boyish features. 

Before she could even attempt to ask him what she had done to warrant such a response, he was spouting out a meager, “H-hey Y/n” whilst simultaneously scurrying off in the direction of the nearest bathroom.

Completely and utterly perplexed over what had happened, she had shrugged it off and made her way back to her desk, silently mulling over the interaction periodically throughout the rest of the day. 

It was a couple of the same type of interactions later that Y/n began to take notice of what was actually happening with the boy genius. The stiff and unnatural posture. The stuttering, granted that wasn’t something new, just much more frequent and severe. The audible heartbeat always accompanied by rosy cheeks and goosebumps. 

Spencer Reid was fucking turned on by the glasses.

And he didn’t even try to hide it. Or maybe he did and was just really, really bad at doing so.

Either way, Y/n quickly discovered just how much fun it was getting these reactions to pour out of the kid...so of course she kept wearing the glasses even after she was able to wear contacts again. He didn’t need to know that. 

It was so fucking easy too. 

She would just be sitting at her desk, occupied by some particularly troubling pages of a case file that makes her have to readjust her frames out of stress, when she’d hear a high pitched squeak across the bullpen, followed by the pattering of frantic footsteps she had familiarized herself with in former few weeks. 

While she felt some kind of guilt for putting him through this, it was nowhere near enough to overtake the genuine excitement and gratification that came with knowing she could have such an effect on the adorable doctor.

Of course she found him attractive...how could she not with his perfectly sculpted cheekbones and nerdy slicked back hair. Ultimately Y/n could understand his apparent infatuation with her wearing glasses as she had caught herself, on more than a couple occasions, openly ogling his own specs. 

Maybe they were both weirdos...the whole situation was almost as strange as the Converse kink that she secretly harbored for years. Although her intuition was quick to suggest that, just maybe, both of her unique infatuations stemmed from the same noodle-shaped source.

Perhaps her favorite reaction of his, though, came about during the little office birthday party that the entire team had thrown for him.

He looked so adorable in the gigantic birthday cake hat they had bestowed upon him, Y/n could hardly contain her giggles at the giddy smile adorning his face. She watched on in amusement as Spencer tried desperately to get the candles on his cake to extinguish, to no avail, at least until someone felt bad watching his struggles and decided to give him a hand.

“They’re trick candles Spence, they’re gonna come back on every time.”, JJ chuckled, subtly smirking at Morgan who was also enjoying Spencer’s ongoing struggles. 

A couple “happy birthdays” later and the rest of the team slowly began to disperse, leaving just Y/n and him alone in their own little space. He must’ve noticed this too because the blush that had already been present throughout the celebration beforehand seemed to deepen even further as he visibly swallowed down his nerves.

Slowly stalking towards the rouge kissed boy, she dragged a couple of her fingers across the surface of the desk, noting the way his eyes briefly flicked down to follow the movement before hesitantly returning his gaze to match her own. 

She also noted the way his knuckles were basically turning white from the amount of pressure he was using to grab the sides of the chair.

“You have a good birthday, Spence?”, Y/n drawled with a teasing smile, now standing directly before the trembling young man.

Seeming to snap out of whatever sort of trance he had been in, he hastily cleared out his throat before responding with a bit of trepidation. “Hmm...yeah-yes uh yes it was v-very good, than-thank you.”

She couldn’t even attempt to conceal the smirk that had made its way to her lips listening to the genius stutter through his words. Such a nervous, nervous boy. So adorable. So fucking hot. 

“Well that makes me happy. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself pretty boy.”, she paused her thoughts soaking in the little hitches in his breath surely from how close she was standing near him and the added nickname. Deciding to play a little bit dirty, she leaned over directly into his line of sight to reach for the cake set before him.

 “Now how about I take this away and cut it up for all of us to eat? Hmmm?”

His eyes darted immediately to the cleavage that was so graciously presented to him as she bent over to pick up the dessert, a sharp little gasp escaping his pretty, pink lips as his pupils dilated carelessly. 

Y/n inwardly smirked at his reaction and began walking towards the kitchenette, but only made it about three or four steps before being interrupted. 

“Did you know that in some instances birthday candles are safe for wax play?”, he exclaimed before seemingly realizing what had just escaped his lips, his hands flying up to cover his traitorous mouth. 

Bewildered, in the best of ways, by what had just been said, she slowly swiveled back around, facing him once again, before placing the cake on the desk beside her. 

“What was that Spencer?”, she grinned at the petrified man who hadn’t made a single noise since his unexpected declaration. The poor thing looked like a caged in animal with nowhere to escape. Perfect.

“N-nothing! I m-mean obviously it was um s-something, but j-just uh just forget what I s-said.”, he quickly explained while frantically shaking his hands as if he was hoping he could simply wipe your memory of the last minute or two away permanently.

“No, no please go on.”, she teased. “Now I’m intrigued. What did you mean by ‘in some instances’ Spence?”

She wasn’t expecting the look of confusion, however brief it was, that peeked its way through the overwhelming embarrassment that had been showcased on his face, as if he truly couldn’t fathom that someone was actually asking him to go into more detail about a topic. 

Still didn’t change the fact that he was completely mortified.

Clearing his throat, he hesitantly lifted his gaze back to Y/n’s, seemingly debating with himself over whether he could articulate the words to come out or not. 

“Um...well..usually many p-people who choose to e-engage in such act-activities will use specific types of c-candles that are uh more designed especially for pl-play.”, he paused and she drank up the way his Adam's apple bobbed along his throat. “Uh… basically depending on the t-type of candle that one u-uses, the amount of pain or um d-discomfort differs. B-birthday candles tend to b-be on the more painful side so only the couples who are in-into that kind of thing would ever really utilize t-them.”, he finished abruptly, his leg bouncing rapidly in her line of vision.

She still couldn’t really believe she had actually gotten him to say anything at all, nevermind an in depth analysis on wax play. In a weird way she was proud of him. Really proud. Sometime amidst her thoughts, she’d found herself standing directly behind his sitting figure, her hands resting on either side of him against the table, the goosebumps visible on his skin from the implications of the position they were currently in.

“That’s really intriguing Spencer. I’d love to find out someday just why it is you know so much about the subject, but I don’t want to make you go into cardiac rest anytime soon.”, she remarked, giggling at the shy smile that made its way to his mouth.

She didn’t even register reaching out to lightly touch his lips until she heard his sharp intake of breath. Until he turned his head so they were mere centimeters apart. Until she watched his puppy eyes dart between her lips and your frame covered gaze. Until the space between them seemed to be lessening with every sec-

“Hey pretty boy! Where’s my cake?”

Y/n grudgingly pulled back at the interruption, watching in amusement as Spencer’s body instinctively leaned forward as if his lips hadn’t gotten the memo and were still searching for hers. “It’s coming right up you lazy ass!” she yelled back with a grin on her face.

She looked back to the boy sitting before her and was almost mesmerized by the dazed look present on his face, the blush slowly retreating as he came back to his surroundings. She could tell there were words that he wanted to say, but they just didn’t seem to be forming fast enough to actually come out. Deciding to put their little moment on hold before he passed out, she walked back over to the neglected dessert and started heading towards the break room again.

“I’ll make sure to save you the biggest piece, Spence.”,she threw over her shoulder, chuckling at the bewildered look still that was still present on his face.

~~~

The day was a big success in her opinion. 

Spencer looked even more like a child than usual with the big shit eating grin that remained throughout the celebration and the bulky hat that he refused to take off. She could never understand how someone could have such an affinity for sugar as she watched him devour the huge slice of cake she had carved up for him.

But hours later, it was just her and Spencer left in the building. 

And she was not about to let that go to waste.

Y/n could see him from where she stood at the entrance to the kitchenette. She could see the way he slouched over his desk with his legs curled underneath him, criss cross applesauce, as he scribbled down whatever case file he was working on. She admired his determined work ethic, that’s for sure.

But now was simply not the time to work.

Spencer immediately froze as soon as her body situated itself to be leaning against his desk, painfully aware of her gaze on his tense form. 

“H-hey Y/n.”, he nervously murmured, the stutter once again making her giddy.

“Hey yourself doc. Wanna tell me why it is you’re still here working at such a late hour? Doesn’t the elusive Spencer Reid have better things to be entertaining himself with?”, she drawled, her piercing gaze making the poor kid squirm before her eyes.

“Oh um no...n-not really. I actually don’t mind working late. It’s k-kind of therapeutic in a way. But um...I’m happy t-that you’re here w-with me.”, he whispered the last part as if he was scared you wouldn’t appreciate his gratitude.

But she appreciated it more than he knew.

Noticing the little pencil holder situated amongst the file stacks on his desk, an idea popped into her mind that she just couldn’t shake, prompting her to pick it up and begin fiddling with it.

“Oh is that so pretty boy? Does my presence satisfy you?” Before he could even attempt an answer she “accidently” dropped the holder on the ground, the array of pens and pencils dispersing among the floor. “Oops my bad.”

Spencer immediately scrambled out of his seat and onto the floor to start collecting the colorful writing utensils, the perfect distraction needed for Y/n to situate herself on his desk with her legs spread open directly in front of his face. 

“D-don’t worry abou-”, his sentence cut off as he looked up and was met with the tantalizing sight of her white lace panties already damp with her excitement. She swore he could die happy with the way his eyes widened and cheeks flushed. She couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.

“See something you like baby?” Unable to even form words, the young doctor slowly nodded his head, eyes still locked on the obvious wet spot between her open legs.

“C-can I..can I um…”

“Use your words baby boy. Can you what?”, she spoke clearly, grasping his chin so he’d look her in the eyes.

“C-can I taste you?” She couldn't get over the desperate way he spoke as if he’d die of thirst if he didn’t get a drink from her.

“Of course you can sweet b-” Not even letting the words leave her mouth, his hands were eagerly pulling her panties down and off her legs, his lips instantly connecting with the heated flesh at the apex of her thighs. She swore his tongue and lips were enchanted with the way he was able to effortlessly maneuver his way around, easily picking up on what she loved. 

“Oh Spencer you’re such a good boy.” she couldn’t resist  threading her fingers through his silky hair and tugging slightly, an action she assumed he enjoyed based on the muffled whine she heard from between her thighs. 

It hadn’t even been more than a few minutes before she found herself already on the verge of letting go. No guy had ever been able to make her feel this good and just electric until now. He was quickly ruining her for anyone else in the future. She did not mind in the slightest.

“Baby I really wanna feel you inside me. Is that something you want sweetheart?”

He reluctantly pulled back after a few more kitten licks to her clit, wide eyes finding hers and whimpering out a broken “yes”. More than happy with his response she gently pulled him up by his hair and started undoing his belt, his oversized pants easily falling down without the extra support. Just another thing about him that she had come to adore. She was very pleased by the obvious bulge that protruded through his baby blue checkered boxers. 

Before she pulled those down too, though, she very gently reached up and cupped his cheeks, guiding his plump lips to her own, basking in the delighted whimpers that escaped his mouth at the soft but passionate contact. She released his lips with a slight nip and proceeded with his clothing removal, coaxing him to sit down in the swirly chair he had been previously residing in, before straddling his lap. 

“You ready sweet boy?”, she asked leaning forward to kiss his rouge forehead and cheeks.

“Mhmm I’m r-ready.”

Taking that as the go ahead, she cautiously positioned herself over his throbbing erection before slowly lowering herself inch by inch until he was completely enveloped by her tight, warm walls. 

“Oh-ohh my.”, he whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being connected so intimately. Gently, she started to move a bit more, hesitantly lifting up before lowering herself back down, flush against his lap, one of her soft hands anchoring herself to his shoulder while the other caressed his flushed cheeks.

“I know baby, I know. You feel so good baby boy I don’t think I’m going to be able to last much longer.”

“M-me neither.”, he stuttered as the pace she had previously set seemed to increase in speed, the excitement and ecstasy getting to the both of them and subconsciously pushing the two of them closer to their shared release. 

The fire was quickly building within her body and she knew she was truly crumbling at the seams, but with the way his body was trembling and his dick was subtly twitching inside of her she knew he was right there too.

“It’s ok baby boy, it’s ok. Cum for me sweet boy. I want you to cum inside and fill up my pussy Spence.”, she muttered feeling the beginning of her end crash unexpectedly throughout her entire being, grasping onto the boy underneath her to tie herself to the earth. 

Overwhelmed by the utter euphoria of Y/n cumming around him, Spencer let himself get thrown off the edge, his hands tightening on her waist hard enough she was sure little bruises would form come tomorrow, not that she minded at all.

“Oh Y/n!” She watched on, obsessed with the way that his mouth fell open in a little o-shape as his eyes squeezed shut, the tell tale signs of pleasure coursing through his veins, the warm feeling that he left deep inside of her as she gently lifted herself from his shaking legs, reaching for her panties before the warmth was able to escape down her damp thighs.

Looking back at the trembling boy after cleaning herself and him up, she couldn’t help but melt at the lovesick, puppy dog eyes he was giving her, prompting her to lean forward and leave more little kisses on the top of his damp hair.

“That was incredible Spence. Really incredible. I’ve never felt anything like that before baby.”

She melted even further at the way he shyly dropped his head to somewhat hide the wide grin that had spread like wildfire across his face. There was a comfortable silence between the two of them before his head lifted with a questioning glance.

“How’d you-I mean uh how did you know that I liked you?” There was no way she could control the giggles that left her lips at his silly question.

“You weren’t exactly subtle with the whole glasses thing Spence.”

And then the only sound heard throughout the building was her full blown laughter at the mortification that speedily adorned his cherry cheeks.

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[yukikorogashi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ITSUKI!!! (15th March)

@fatefaulted​ asked: //itsuki's birthmas!?!// the bakery looks closed when she first walks in. however there are scores of flowers about and in the middle of the store is a large four tiered cake, quite possibly at tall as the young one herself, decorated in a fantastical winter wonderland motif, and topped off with a little candy replica of itsuki's hammer. "joyeux anniversaire, chère!" lorelei hops from behind the cake and scoops up itsuki in a spinning hug then places a tiny bundle of snowdrops behind her ear.

   CONFUSION WOULD ADORN HER FEATURES THEN, when all that she would be greeted by upon her arrival was silence and darkness. Having been informed prior to meet with the sis at her bakery by sunset. Itsuki would make certain that she would be PUNCTUAL for once. Making sure that she would memorise (Yes, memorise) and take the best route all the way back here, and not get lost like she so normally did. 

   “... sis?” Her first instinct was to call out to her, even though there didn’t at all appear to be any signs of her here or at the back. And when there was no response, so then would she lightly scratch the side of her head in a befuddled manner. Taking a few steps back for a moment ONLY to make certain that she hadn’t actually missed the “CLOSED” sign outside. Before huffing softly, when that didn’t appear to be the case. 

   Had she perhaps confused her message and was suppose to meet her somewhere else? No... that couldn’t be. For while she might have the worst sense of direction known to man. Itsuki was pretty sure that her memory wasn’t as horrendous. Besides, they had always ALWAYS met here first, when it came to any occasion, really.

   And so would she begin to make her way back in, with a pondering mitten pressed to the bottom of her chin. For gone was her earlier excitement, and replaced by that of her ever growing CONCERN for the sis’ wellbeing... 

   The silly little thing. 

   And it was only about 10 steps or so in that her gaze would finally catch sight of some FLOWERS, that have been mostly concealed away by a less than attentive gaze by the interior’s STARK SHADOWS and the BRIGHT LIGHTS from the street lamps outside. “... aye?” And so would she begin her investigation, as she dared to wander further in. 

   Shoulders oh-so childishly hunched forward (In a quiet wish that she could find a candle then to light up the place), the further she went in. Itsuki was taking far longer than she should have, as her attention was brought to every little dark corner of the bakery itself. A blasted squeak heard in every single step that she took, no matter how hard she would try to stay quiet (But for what?). Now noticing all the SCORES OF FLOWERS (And not just the few in front ) decorating most of it, so would she attempt to see if anything else was amiss-- save for what was RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER. So by the time she had unknowingly brought herself near enough to the middle of the room itself-- That was when the sis herself had finally chosen to jump right out from behind the GRANDIOSE CAKE itself. As all the lights finally came on around them.

   "Joyeux anniversaire, Chère!"

   A STARTLED SQUEAK would escape the child then as she raised her arms up into the air. Along with a series of garbled nonsense, whilst she tried to comprehend what was happening. With the lights now on, Itsuki was finally allowed to take in every little detail that she hadn’t been able to see prior. Looking rather frantically about, before gaping humorously up towards smiling features themselves. The cool snowdrops behind her ear snapping her attention back to her as she did, “J-Jwa-ye...” Oh no, there was no way she was going to be able to repeat those words as fluently as the other had spoken them then. Though, what was more important was the meaning behind them. As she would gesture to herself then (While still being held effortlessly up by the other), and uttering out a tiny, “... bethday?”

   Soon after, a grin would reach back upon those young features. As Itsuki leaned forward to return the other’s embrace. Being set down eventually by the other, so would she then rush on over to take a proper gander at her own BIRTHDAY CAKE. Emitting awe-filled squeaks and gasps, as she took it in in all its majesty... there was even a tiny version of her GODDESS’ GIFT made and placed right at the very top! H-How are you so talented, sis???

   “N-Naw way... is dis... is dis rea-leh all fer me, sis?” She could only gawk at the BEAUTIFUL CAKE presented before her, humorously still offering the sis exact same look, as she looked back and forth between her and this incredible creation. Like a lazily handled sock puppet, that’s maw just would not close. “Oh thank ya, sis! Thank ya so much!!! W-We... gotta invite yer friends o’er! They gotta see this cake, an’ eat it wit’ us too!”

[setoandjewel]

See You Again

Warnings: NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

Mentions of someone wanting to die. 

Mentions of abandonment.

Giant treating a tiny roughly (fearplay).

Angst.

Story: Non-canon. A what if scenario, where Seto has the chance to see his father, Fujio Yamazaki, again. Fujio was the one who, when he was young, allowed his mother to hand him over to Anhemite scientists for Kresia testing, the disease that made him giant.

I hope I got the trigger warnings correct, this is definitely a darker one. 

Fujio froze as he stared up to the building. The building that had just stepped into his path and now blocked him from moving anywhere further.  

A giant. There weren’t supposed to be any more giants here, not after they relocated from the Anhemites who had killed those poor people. And yet, he could see that what sat straight before him, planted firmly on the ground, were black lace-up boots 20 times the size of his own loafers.

Was he shivering?

Yes. He was trembling as much as he could ever remember, glasses slipping down his nose as he slowly got to his knees before the towering man, bowing low in hopes that he could come off as just a...respectful human. One who knew who was in control here. In hindsight, the Japanese man knew that was a bad idea, but he doubted the giant wouldn’t have picked him up anyway.

As soon as Fujio felt the giant’s fingers loop over his back some primal instinct awoke and he tried to run, only for the grip to tighten and leave him vertical, his entire body pressed inside what he saw was a fist. A tight one at that, one that threatened to crush him inside or snap his old bones, not as strong as they once were. But he wasn’t just staying still and safe with the ground only a foot below, because how could a giant see him from all the way up there.  

Please….p-p-p-/please/.

The hand that lifted him so high the air actually felt colder suddenly stopped before a face the size of a billboard and shrouded in darkness. The wind buffeted them both in a sudden freezing gust, and while Fujio hunched over with teeth gritted against it. The giant barely even flinched, strands of hair separating from the shadow.  

The human knew he was being studied, could feel a burning gaze staring him down and making him feel like some kind of insect in the hands of a child, being studied to see whether he was of use or would just be dropped. The Japanese man trembled still, eyes finding a mouth set into a hard line just below him; the tip of a pointed nose and the rest in shadow.  

The half-moon disappears behind a cloud, and the small amount he could see returns to ink. But Fujio’s eyes don’t leave as he imagines it all in his head, everything that would undertake if the giant was an Anhemite and saw him fit to be eaten. Fear overtakes him just noticing the sounds of breathing, and he screams out.

“P-p-p-p-p-PLEASE! /Please, sir/! I-I am j-j-just an old-d m-m-man! Y-Y-You wouldn’t k-kill an old-d- man, you can’t be-”

“You don’t recognise me.”

His pitiful cries drowned out by four words that seem to shake the air around him, rumbling as the burning stare comes back again. He ignores the fact the voice is somewhat sorrowful, the grip on his chest loosens.

Fujio Yamazaki? Know a giant? He’s been given mercy but he knows one wrong word and he’s gone forever. And yet, he answers truthfully.

“N-N-N-N-No, /s-s-sir/. U-U-Um t-t-the-.”

“Of course,”

The human screams as it feels like he’s just dropped, before what looks like a thumb presses over his mouth and nose to silence him. The concrete finds his feet soon after, and he’s almost carefully let go from the iron grip. 

“Leave.”

The giant turns his back and looks down to his hands, fiddling with something and leaving the captive Fujio unwatched, told to /leave/, able to escape to his bed and pretend all of this was a nightmare. But the tears in a voice are unmistakable.

“S-S-S-Sir? The shad-d-dow b-blocked your face.”

A quiet ‘huh’ emits from somewhere above the human, the sound of metal sliding over itself stopping before he bounces with the thuds of feet planted down. A knee. And then the very hand he was trapped in appearing before him as if to steady the monolith. The sound of swallowing sets goosebumps on Seto’s arms, looking up from where he lies prone to see a face looming overhead.

The burning stare comes from monolid eyes set in a human’s skull, irises dark brown and reflecting the light of the moon, looking sharp and defined as if sketched from charcoal. The darkness itself sets lightly through the middle of his face in a lightly combed fringe, the rest of his hair flowing from the top of his head to nearly touch the ground. He’d seen too much below the pointed but still flatter nose, and held the gaze instead. The one seeming to search him, the rich brown fading before him and changing colour. The shadows below his eyes lengthened, the glint became steely as dark eyebrows lowered into a frown.

WAIT-

Those were the eyes that stared up at him from below the covers, a child holding up his favourite story to be read. That was the expression that was pulled whenever he was told that it was bedtime and there would be no more TV.  

That was the expression that haunted him his entire life. Dared him to visit the laboratory, chided him for never having the courage. Called him a coward.

“SETO!”

He felt the silence snap, the name echoing out in the street.  

Suddenly the fist was back. Seto’s fist.  

Seto was alive. And Seto was a giant.  

And Seto held him with no mercy.  

“How could you?! How could you leave me there to suffer! I thought you were meant to protect me. I thought you loved me. I thought you were my father,

“You told me to let the giants do their work and you left me alone to starve and hurt. Do you know what you caused me? Do you know what I am now?

“You...you b-bastard.”

Fujio felt the fear rise in him as he's so easily manhandled by his son, the face that was his joy now sitting before him holding pure anger. Teeth the size of boulders bared beneath crimson eyes as he looms overhead, waiting for an answer that will justify what must now be...how long was Seto in there? How many years he didn’t even know? What father-

His thoughts were interrupted by a finger pushing up his chin, forcing him to meet his son’s expectations. Like his height...it was too much. He couldn’t answer that question in any way he’d like to...he had to say the truth.

“/Speak/!

"I-I WAS NO FATHER TO YOU!" He yelled out, grabbing pitifully at the fingers beneath his neck, the size of his head that's easily crushed by such digits. The giant looked taken aback almost, eyes fading to a broiling wine red as he stares at the hands holding onto his thumb with fury. The first time he’d been held by his father in 20 years.

“I thought...I thought your mother knew what was best. I was too scared to go against her when she could take away Akane, take away my home and my life. I let you go and that was something I never should’ve done, something that I’ve never forgotten.

“Letting you go was the worst decision of my life, more so than being such a coward that I could never go to the lab because of the thought of facing you or your mother. Seeing what I had done.”

Tears spilled down the cheeks of the Japanese man, and somehow, he managed to hold the finger instead of it holding him, staring up to the expression that was terrifyingly unreadable. If anyone was going to kill him...let it be the son he wronged. Let the tortured father have one moment of peace before ending it all.

"I’m sorry, Sen-I mean, Seto.” The nickname caught in his throat like a wasp, knowing that the affectionate term meant nothing now and was just stalling his own end. He puts the thumb back beneath his chin, knowing with one flick his neck would snap.  

“Do with me as you will."

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[selective-intelligence]

An Unhealthy Obsession

WARNING: This fic is going to contain themes of racism. If you are uncomfortable with this, please don’t progress any further.

It involves Raihan’s unhealthy obsession with reading certain articles on the media. He needs to McFrcking stop... so Leon will attempt to stop it himself.

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The strongest gym leader of Galar, the dragon tamer, hadn't felt like his usual enthusiastic self lately. He had an obsession that was injecting toxins into his brain and gradually drove him mad. Conflicting emotions, such as worry, shame, fear, and disbelief were plaguing the leader.

Sitting on the comfort of his own couch, he scrolled down his phone screen with an anxious expression. His eyes darted back and forth as to read whatever horrors he was curious about that time...

Then, just as his mind was beginning to focus sharply on his reading, he heard the sound of footsteps and squeaked, dropping his phone into his lap and tensing up.

He almost forgot he had invited Leon over. The damn champion was taking so long in the bathroom that Raihan was given wiggle room to feed his obsession.

Raihan quickly turned his phone screen off and set it next to him, staring down at his thighs nervously as his nails dug into them. His blue eyes narrowed into a guilty and antsy position as he waited for Leon to take the last step down the stairs -- which felt like an eternity.

"Hey," the champion started, studying Raihan subtly. "Sorry I took so long..." As he immediately noticed Rai's positioning, he squinted his eyes in suspicion. He may have been a dull lightbulb, but he had the eye of a hawk. "Were you doing it again?"

Raihan tensed up more and sunk himself into the couch slightly, gazing up upon Leon every once in a while and looking back down. This was definitely the jackpot.

"Raihan," Leon cleared his throat, grimacing. "Don't make me do it... You'd better talk."

"W-What? I.... I didn't d-do anything," Raihan lied. Obviously. His voice was quivering, and he completely stopped trying to make eye contact.

The champion kept a menacing glare in his eyes as he took some steps forward and loomed over Raihan, who was shrinking down and smiling nervously. As soon as Lee leaned down and nearly touched his nose against Rai's, the dragon gym leader jolted and nearly squeaked again.

"Last chance..."

Raihan remained silent, avoiding eye contact yet again and pressing his shoulders against his neck. And then he felt two fingers jab into his sides.

"EEP!!" the taller man cried out, instantly slamming his elbows near his sides. "UWAAAH-- I-I WASN'T DOING ANYTHING-"

"I know the cues, Raihan!! You're getting it much worse for lying to me!" And with that, Leon straddled his boyfriend and dug his fingers into his sides, occasionally squishing and squeezing now and then.

"WAAAAH-!!" Raihan screamed, bucking his hips and writhing all while laughing hysterically and squealing. He slammed a hand into the couch repeatedly and swatted the other at Leon's fingers, making desperate attempts to stop him but to no avail. His reactions became even more hysterical when the champion began switching between ticklish spots -- such as his hips, stomach, ribs, neck, and underarms -- with gentle but deadly force.

"Are you gonna tell me the truth~?" Lee teased, switching back to Raihan's sides and quickly diving his fingers into them.

"N-NEVAAAHAHHAAHAH-!!" Raihan retorted stubbornly and jabbed his fingers into Leon's sides as an act of defense. He had successfully made the champion yelp and pull his own arms down for a moment.

Then... Leon gave his boyfriend a cold glare. "Oh, you're really getting it now."

The two were basically fighting at that point. They continued to poke at each other and even attempted a few full-out assaults until they were off the couch and on the floor, rolling around and wrestling with no end in sight. A combination of deep and high-pitched laughter filled the air, along with a few squeals and yelps.

Finally, Leon managed to get his target's arms pinned to the floor and gazed down at him. They were both panting heavily with flushed faces -- Raihan's definitely more exhausted than the other's.

"O-Okay, okay!!" Raihan squeaked, panicking as he threw his head to the side. "I-I was looking at those dumb racism a-articles again... I'm just curious!! I-I need to know--"

Leon cut him off. "No you don't. You already know enough... You're just bullying yourself at this point." And with that, he slowly let go of Raihan's wrists and sat next to him, playfully squishing his cheeks together. "Don't you understand already? There's no point in dwelling deeper if it's hurting you!"

Raihan pouted and gently slapped his boyfriend's hands off his face, folding his arms over his chest afterwards. "A-Aahah, well... Do you really b-blame me for being curious? I-I mean... I just... I want to know why t-the world thinks I-I'm so ugly and--"

"Shush." Leon's tone was bold and serious. "You're beautiful the way you are, Raihan -- inside and out. And not everyone thinks of you like that, you know... Not me, not Hop, not my mom -- no one I know."

"W-Well," Raihan started again, playing with the collar of his hoodie. "I-I'm sure... some people t-think I'm aggressive, angry, e-easy to pick a fight, overreactive, a-and stupid-... A-And my hair's not even normal--"

"Raihan!!" The champion couldn't help himself and shouted at his boyfriend, agitation plastered on his expression -- which made Rai's muscles jump. "Just stop it!! All this article reading isn't good for you! You're the sweetest man I know and you know it! And would you say that about another black folk's hair? Would you?!"

Raihan went silent, tears welling up in his blue eyes. He blinked and let them roll down his face as his body quivered, and all eye contact went avoided yet again. "I-I'm... I'm s-sorry... I--"

"You're not sorry," the angry champion retorted, trying to soften up his voice a bit as guilt hit his chest. "... You would've stopped a long time ago if you were sorry. Remember, this is advice for you, not me. I care about you, Raihan..."

"W-Why do you care about me? I-I'm just an u-ugly, black mess with the IQ of a walnut!! I-Isn't that what I am?! That's what the world says I am!! It must b-be true, right?!"

Lee gazed down at his hysterical other in complete and utter shock before softening his expression with a subtle smile, leaning down to hug him.

"None of that is true, Raihan," he started, rubbing Rai's back in concern and comforting him. "You may be naive and oblivious, but that doesn't mean you're stupid. It's just a stereotype. You and I are both human beings, along with everyone else. Humanity has made lots of mistakes, but it doesn't mean anything they say about black folks is true. Do you understand?"

Raihan hesitated before nodding lightly, sobbing his eyes out and hiccuping uncontrollably at this point. He had gone absolutely hysterical.

"Y'know what I do when people are racist towards my Asian ethnicity?" Leon grinned widely and bared his pearly white teeth as Raihan curiously gazed at him. "I laugh at them!! It's quite entertaining to listen to an idiot talk!"

"S-Shut up. I wanna be upset," Rai giggled aloud, covering his mouth. This made Leon perk up.

"And your hair, Raihan..." The champion grabbed a strand of the taller man's curly hair, stretching it out with a mischievous look on his face before letting it go. "Boing!! What can I say? You've got literal springs for hair!!" He kept repeating this behavior until Raihan's sobs evolved into laughs.

"S-Stop that!!" The dragon leader playfully slapped at Leon's hand and found the spring comparison quite amusing -- and he didn't mind it at all.

"See? You're adorable." Lee laughed along and squeezed Raihan's cheeks together with glee. "Ethnicity doesn't matter at all, bro-!! Little wittle Raihy-waihy, such a cute wittle Raihy--"

"STOOOP--" Raihan was snorting and laughing again, attempting to get away from Leon's stupid-ass antic hands. "O-Okay, I get it... I suppose I'm j-just overreacting t-to all these stereotypes and articles..."

"That's right," Leon grinned again, patting his boyfriend's chest. "You'll get it eventually. It's not a choice to be born the way you are, after all... But either way, you're perfect. And your blue eye to dark skin combination is absolutely stunning!"

Raihan grinned brightly, wiping his tears away. Part of him still couldn't believe those words, but he tried to take it to heart as best he could.

"T-Thank you, Leon..."

[ikonsmut]

NSFW alphabet | JAY

A - aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

aftercare with jinhwan is a bit lazy but he takes it seriously. all he really wants to do is pass out with you snuggled against him, but he can’t do that before checking and double checking that you’re okay

B - body part (their favorite body part of their partners)

jinhwan doesn’t really have a favorite body part. not to sound sappy or anything, but he loves all of you and he’ll make sure that you know it

C - cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he likes to cum on your face or your chest, if he can help it. there’s just something about seeing you like that, covered in his release, that turns him on so much

D - dirty secret (self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’s never brought it up, and he hopes that you never will, but both of you know about that pair of your undies tucked between his mattresses that he likes to bring out when he’s bored and lonely. the lace doesn’t compare to you, but it’s better than just his hand, right?

E - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s pretty experienced, so he knows what he’s doing and he’s quite good at it

F - favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy style!! jinhwan is a dominant guy, so any position where he’s in full control is his favorite, but there’s so much he can do with you when you’re on your hands and knees for him like that

G - goofy (are they more serious in the moment, are they humorous, etc)

somewhere in the middle. sex is serious, but he still wants to keep the mood light. he’ll tease you, or smile and tell you how beautiful you are, or even tell you little things to make you laugh

H - hair (how well groomed are they, etc)

he’s not bare, but he does prefer to keep things short. grooming isn’t very high on his list of priorities, especially since he’s not that hairy to begin with, but he never lets it grow past a certain point. 1/3 of the borderline bare boys

I - intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

jinhwan is a very romantic lover, but he isn’t the type to go all out. he can easily show his love by doing little things like covering the bed in rose petals and lighting your favorite scented candle or taking the time to kiss every inch of you

J - jack off (masturbation headcanon)

if he’s horny and he’s got time, he’s going to do something about it. everyone knows when he’s getting himself off, too, because he’s so loud. if he wakes up from a wet dream and you’re next to him, he’ll edge himself until you wake up to help

K - kink (one or more of their kinks)

jinhwan is a mean dom, and he’ll do the most to remind you that he’s the one in charge. denying you orgasms, giving you as many as you can take, orgasm control is one of his favorite kinks and it boosts his confidence knowing that your pleasure all depends on him

L - location (favorite places to do the do)

he loves to fuck you in the living room when no one else is home. afterwards, he’ll whisper in your ear to remind you what the two of you had done right where everyone is sitting now. when he can’t fuck you there, he’ll do it in his room, rest assured everyone knows what you two are doing

M - motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he’s not the easiest to turn on, the mood has to be right or he won’t be into it. one sure-fire way to get him is by touching him; grasping his thigh, tracing your fingers along his tattoos, or pressing soft kisses to his neck almost always works

N - no (something they wouldn’t do)

jinhwan would never share you, so threesomes or voyeurism is off the table. he doesn’t care if people hear how good he’s fucking you, but he would never take it a step further than that

O - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

the king of oral, his tongue alone can bring you to the edge within minutes but when he adds his fingers? you’re a shaking mess. he also likes to tease; giving you just little kitten licks, making eye contact while he goes down on you and smacking your shaking thighs. as for receiving, he’ll never turn down getting his dick sucked, and you can count on him holding your head still while he fucks your throat im a mess

P - pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)

jinhwan will start off with slow, shallow thrusts, but once you start begging him to pick up the pace, he’ll be going so fast and hard that your head is spinning. he isn’t necessarily rough, his thrusts are just very quick and deep

Q - quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

on one hand, jinhwan never wants to pass up an opportunity to bury himself inside of you. on the other hand, he would much rather take time to please both of you right. quickies are rare but they do happen from time to time, especially if one of you is feeling particularly needy

R - risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

one of the least experimental members, he likes what he’s doing already, so why change it up? if you suggest something you want to try, he’ll consider it, but he doesn’t bring anything up on his own

S - stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

jinhwan tends to spend a while on foreplay, plus he loves to tease you, but the actual sex lasts for about ten minutes. he’s usually good for two or three rounds so long as he gets a breather in-between

T - toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

toys aren’t really his thing (he’s got a dick and it works just fine) but he does own two; a vibrator and some silk rope. he doesn’t use them often, he prefers when you moan and cry because of his cock, so when you see him with them you know you’re in for a long night

U - unfair (how much they like to tease)

jinhwan loves to tease!! he loves to hear you cry, feel you shake, and he especially loves it when you beg for him to fuck you. nothing boosts his confidence like having you so desperate for him

V - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

as previously stated, he is very loud… a whiner!! if something feels good, you’ll know by the high pitched whining in your ear. afterwards, he gets pretty shy about the noises he made, no matter how sexy cute they were

W - wildcard (random headcanon)

the first time was an accident, but now he can’t get enough of it. jinhwan is 1/3 of the members i can see being into mutual masturbation. when he first walked in, he automatically walked back out and tried to get the image out of his head… except he couldn’t. it was so hot to see you like that. now whenever you’re getting off, it’s only a matter of time before jinhwan walks in with his pants undone

X - xray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

may i just say that i HATE this one jinhwan is average. he’s not too small, but he’s not too big either. 5-5.3” when he’s hard, and he’s pretty thick, too

Y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive isn’t insanely high, but it’s enough for him to want you every single day. that’s not necessarily realistic given his schedule, but 4-5 times a week keeps him happy and satiated

Z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he tries so hard to wait for you before he knocks out, but once you’re back in his arms, jinhwan is OUT. you can try and talk to him afterward, but don’t be surprised when he falls asleep halfway through his sentence

sorry for the sudden inactivity!! i wanted to post this on thursday but didn’t have time to finish before the got7 concert (which was awesome!!) i’m not always on this account, so if you want or need to talk to me about literally anything, my main blog is @ultmino!

[fandomplethora]

Jihyun’s AE & Rika’s Behind Story

and the theme of forgiveness and letting go. 

so, this is strictly my opinion, not meant to upset anyone or start arguments - just where i stand on everything at this moment. this game always has a way of making you reevaluate things and reflect more. also, they have a way of throwing major facts in to really turn the story to a somewhat new direction. so, again, this is my opinion - and...i’m writing this so i can get my thoughts organized after staying up all night completing everything. just a warning - this is going to be a very, v e r y long post. 

SPOILERS AHEAD. 

i saw many people complaining about Jihyun not being in his own AE that much. and, i understand that, because they hyped it up by releasing it on Valentine’s Day making it seem like the AE was going to take place, perhaps, after him and MC reunite at the party. but...i think that the way they did it actually answered a lot more of our questions. 

because the main complaint of Another Story was that it seemed like for whoever you saved, the other would be sacrificed. (Jihyun’s Route - they left us thinking Saeran was dead and on Saeran’s Route, Jihyun disappears with Rika & Saeyoung and Vanderwood are kidnapped by the Prime Minister.) to show everything all romantic and “lovey dovey” (as Zen and Yoosung would say) -  with just showing the fate of the other characters as a passing thought, would have really made audiences/players upset too. at least, it would have for me. this route and AE, and just Another Story as a whole, was not just about romance. (just like in the other routes too.) it is about support and healing and recovery and self acceptance. and then romance.

Saeyoung, Jihyun and Saeran (a n d Rika/Mina) are three/four of the characters most wrapped up in this main storyline. with Jumin and Yoosung right behind them and Hyun and Jaehee and Vanderwood behind them. (this is not me rating the characters or saying how important they are - at the end of the day, they are all equally involved in this story and have equal bearing on it. i’m just saying that Jihyun and Mina were at the center of the RFA as an organization and they are the ones who “adopted” Saeyoung and Saeran. Jumin is Jihyun’s best friend/family and, by proxy, Rika’s friend, and Yoosung is Rika’s adoptive cousin. Zen and Jaehee had no previous connection to the situation before the RFA. Vanderwood kind of did by being Saeyoung’s colleague and, later, good friend but...again, he had no awareness or connection to the situation as a whole. the last three became involved later after becoming friends with everyone and involved in the RFA.) but, by the time we d o reach present day with the RFA and the timeline of their routes and AE’s...everyone, e v e r y o n e, is involved and has equal weight in the situation.

okay, but back to what i was saying, the reason why, i believe, Cheritz created “episodes” for Jihyun’s route is the same reason Saeyoung had secret endings attached to his route. there was so much more to uncover, discover and solve. it’s the same reason we have Rika’s Behind Story. there was a lot more to add to the situation. and, why, i believe (and hope), they will do the same thing for Saeran’s AE too. these four characters are so deeply wrapped up in each other’s past, present and future - it is needed to delve deeper. and, depending on which route’s AE or SE you are doing - it IS going to be from t h e i r perspective and what leads to the best outcome and understanding for t h e m. 

Cheritz gave us the option to “Forgive” or “Judge” because of the controversy surrounding Rika. but, also, because of Jihyun. and what was needed for him and his fate. the “forgiveness” ending seems to be the better of the two because it is what truly lead to closure for him (and everyone else). Jihyun took j u s t as much blame onto himself with how everything went down. it’s why he needed time away. to find himself again but, also, do what he could to make up for his mistakes. and he could only do that, and truly heal himself, by helping Saeran. and, in the end, i think being together with Jihyun helped Saeran heal as well. they were both victims of Rika but also carried so much guilt onto themselves for their actions though it was the product of manipulation and/or brainwashing. they helped each other heal. t h a t is what Jihyun was doing what he was for those two years. (contrary to the previous belief that he was just traveling by himself.)

(let the record show that i have not completed the Judge AE, only the Forgive AE, and don’t plan to, this is going off of what other people have said about it.)

so, forgiveness. i think Hyun said it best. he basically said that forgiveness is something you do for yourself and your happiness. i have always believed that. everyone had mixed feelings about everything because Rika is the one who still brought them all together and did do a lot of good. but then...she also had this other side of her that she hid away that hurt so many. 

i think what is getting lost in translation is that...forgiveness is not excusing. forgiveness is something that helps you let go of the past. they never excused what she did. there is even a line MC says about this. “it doesn’t excuse what she did but...” (something like that.) they are not being selfless by forgiving Rika. it was the only way to move on. because by forgiving Rika...they also all forgave each other. Jihyun, Saeyoung, Saeran and the rest of the RFA. 

i believe in all of this. but i am also a person that believes that people can still be held accountable even though we forgive them. while i never endured the level of abuse that these characters did - i have lived in an emotionally/mentally/verbally abusive and manipulative home with someone at the center of (most of) it. and they a r e a toxic person who has suffered from past trauma and current mental illness who refuses to see the affect of their actions and get help. their actions hurt others. when being around them consistently, it is hard to forgive them. but i believe in forgiveness, at a distance, is necessary at times. just because you forgive, it doesn’t mean you need to let them back in or repeat history. it does not mean you excuse them. you acknowledge it and make them accountable. they need to know what they did. but you forgive them too, for you. because how i chose to handle it is that...i don’t wish them ill will. that anger inside of me i felt for so long actually hurt me more. made me change who i was. i recognize that we are not people we need to have in each others lives. for the sake of our mental health and happiness and future. ...and i’m still, even today, working on the forgiveness part. (i would probably need a couple years away to do so too...and i didn’t go through nearly as much as the MM characters did.) but i do think it is something i need to do...for me. just like they needed to do what they did for them. 

so, i do wish Rika had been held more accountable. b u t, in a sense, she was. e v e r y t h i n g came out. what she did and said. what happened within the RFA. who the Prime Minister really was and who Saeyoung and Saeran really were. and, i thought, at first...all of her guilt was just a lapse and/or manipulation. but she was actually feeling guilty - but, more than that, she turned herself in. she admitted she was wrong. she helped reveal who the Prime Minister was. while she did not serve time or spend time in treatment...she achieved self love as well. self revelation, in a sense. but...i know the question - at what cost? and that’s the part that gets me. 

but i don’t think that things would have turned out the same if other things had not gone the same way. as in, if Saeyoung and Saeran had not been brought back together, if the Prime Minister was still after them, if Jihyun hadn’t done what he was able to...she would not have been able to move on either as she did. i, personally, think that it would have shown even more true growth if she had served time (and been held accountable by the law more) in a mental health facility and then came back the other side still with her new perspective and continued going to therapy even when she was out. (but i have read that she was still held accountable by the public.) (and, side note, w o w - the public really came through for the other situations as well.) 

in reality - i just don’t know if this is because of the lack of awareness of mental health in Korea that i have heard other people mention, but another thing that left me with mixed feelings is that...Rika is not just magically better. (while her actions a r e her choices) she has severe past trauma, abuse and mental illness that is n o t her fault that she needs professional help for. this has not changed. so, i did not like how she just went off on her own, to live her own life, without this being further addressed. going along with the previous paragraph, i think a way to properly approach these facts is to show her accepting treatment as well. not just show a conversation with God and then, bam, that’s it. that is not how it works. if religion or some kind of revelation helps you, that’s great. but it can’t be the only step. Rika...Mina is sure to have relapses, is sure to have moments when those dark thoughts come back. she needs professional help and continued treatment to help her learn how to deal with these facts and separate who she really is from them. that is what having anxiety, depression, PTSD, BPD, personality disorders...whatever you feel she has, is about. her symptoms are not her fault, her actions and reactions to them are what she is to be held accountable for. to show her receiving treatment again, as she even does go live her own life, would have been a healthy message. also, again, to show her having consequences for her actions but then still coming out better on the other side would have been okay too. the discussion with God was very deep but even She said that there are things Rika had to do for the sake of the future still. i just hope that maybe ongoing treatment is mentioned for her in the future.  

also, in terms of legal action, if we are thinking about this in reality - what about all the other hundreds of believers she had with her at Mint Eye. where is their closure as well? i don’t know. i also don’t know if maybe there are other things just left out of the AE or Behind Story that have not been mentioned yet. 

but, as a whole, Mystic Messenger’s (and Cheritz’s) theme of forgiveness is a positive one. because while we can talk all day about “what about justice?”, “what about consequences?”, “what message does this send?”, “what about people being held accountable?” - this all comes down to opinion and interpretation. what Rika did was wrong. it was. that has not changed. i have made previous points and posts about her and those still stand. mental illness and past trauma are not an excuse for abuse. but one thing that has changed is that she did try to truly make up for it, even at the cost of turning herself in. she did. is that enough after everything? well, again, that comes down to your opinion.

because there are many who don’t like Mina. and there are people who don’t like Hyun. there are people who don’t like Yoosung. Jaehee. Jumin, Saeyoung, Jihyun, Saeran. Vanderwood. even people who don’t like MC! don’t like their actions, their personalities and whatever else. 

(me, well, if you follow me or look at my blog...i love all eight characters with all of my heart and i have always had mixed feelings about Rika too. i also really like MC as a character too. (but i also have the opinion of, as long as you are not being abusive about it or taking an unhealthy stance on it, you can have whatever opinion you want.)

i don’t think the AE and the Behind Story was to make us like Rika. it was just explanations, more answers, another perspective to truly allow us to come to our own conclusions. we can still think what we think, keep our stances and have your favorite or not-so-favorite characters. this entire update was just granting us more insight into Mystic Messenger’s storyline. and about finding closure in a way that works for the characters and how they are written. 

this game and story is different because they have very serious and deep themes that truly affect players and audiences. that could, hopefully, help us. 

themes of mental illness, emotional/mental/verbal/physical/sexual abuse, forgiveness, friendship, family, trust, recovery/healing, letting go and love. 

so, i will say this...one thing i greatly, greatly enjoyed...was how the RFA really came together and worked together. there were no secrets, there was open communication. they were physically all together at times even, apart from the party. they were there for each other. a l l o f t h e m. the only “secret” in this was the fact that Saeran truly was alive and saved by Jihyun. but they already suspected him to be alive at least, though i wish he would have came forward sooner. but i think it worked out in the end because it showed Saeran able to come forward (more) comfortably and reunite with his brother. Jihyun helped him recover in those two years. granting Saeran the time he needed along with Jihyun, away from everything. 

as Jumin or Jaehee said...“we promised no more secrets” and everyone kept their end of the bargain. 

this update showed so many different sides to all of the characters. Hyun and Jaehee continually trying to be understanding while also incredibly real with the situation, Yoosung’s reevaluation of everything and confrontation of the cousin he so admired, Jumin’s conversations with Saeyoung and how much he helped him. while he cares about his company it came second to the RFA, his family and Saeyoung’s situation. Vanderwood even talking Saeyoung down and being there for him, choosing to protect Saeyoung and, in the end, the RFA as well. Jihyun and Saeran’s recovery process. and, of course, even Mina’s transformation. 

could some things have been done better? yes. should they have taken a different approach to the subject of mental health? yes. should they have left trigger warnings for the AE’s and Behind Story? hell yes. (the one thing i a m genuinely upset about.) 

but, this update brought new things to the table. it is good writing to write such deep and flawed and human characters. because we are all deep, flawed and imperfect. it is what makes us human. again, yes, how some things were handled could have been better. i am not in denial about that. but, overall, i was happy to see all of our characters happy. 

t h a t is the point. how you may handle things in your real life is your choice. and, so, how this AE ended is what brought these characters happiness and closure after everything.

i wanted to see them all together, helping one another. i wanted them all alive and healthy and happy and i got that. and i was overjoyed to see that after everything that happened. 

i know many have their opinions on why Cheritz did this how they did. i know and i get it. but...this is just where i stand. many different emotions/feelings but, overall, grateful. 

my only wishes left are; that the same respect is granted for Saeran’s After Ending. some are thinking there might still be a Rika Route and are still wanting to see a Vanderwood Route. i just hope, if there is a Rika Route, it is handled well and with respect and healthily. and i am one of those hopeful for a Vanderwood Route too with how much he has become involved, especially in Another Story. and, also, that their AE’s, if they get a route, end well. 

i also wish that the other characters’ routes’ After Endings could have happened without any sacrifice as well. 

and, i am just saying this for kicks, but if we get nine Routes, nine After Endings, the Secret Endings, the DLC’s...i would be satisfied. i also am still a believer in releasing a finale. a “Final Story”, on top of this, where everyone is equally involved and there is no one character to be pursued and it is just trying to solve the mystery that is the RFA, helping each character and helping them reach an ending where all of them are together and happy.

but that is still just my thing. and maybe they’ll save t h a t plot for the tv show. ;-)

no matter what...say Cheritz no longer updates after the release of Saeran’s AE, i will still be forever grateful to them and this game. this game has taught me a lot and the lessons i have taken from the story have truly begun reflecting in my own life. and this update was no different.

i love Mystic Messenger. 

it is truly a game so much deeper than it’s surface appearance and genre. it is a bigger story than we thought...and may not always like, depending. but that comes with, no matter what, such wonderfully written characters that have taught me so much and i love with all my heart. 

so thank you, again, to Cheritz and their staff. and for the kind and inspirational words that their VA’s left us as well. 

and thank you to - 

Hyun

Yoosung

Jaehee

Jumin

Saeyoung

Jihyun

Saeran

Vanderwood

and even Mina

and to MC

i can’t wait to see what is released next. what new additions to the story will come. and what new updates and events there will be in store. but, first...take care of yourselves, Cheritz! you deserve it. <3

[ganseys-aquamarine-polo]

i know this is like highkey unlikely and probably punched through with plot holes but for an extra angsty twist on Gansey being described as made of his friend's memories and all that debatable j a z z, it's possible that with Cabeswater's contribution, he is made fully whole as he's assumed to be in the books. but given his Gansey upon Richard upon Dick upon Known masks, it's safe to assume that his friend's assumptions and opinions on him would be varied and Never Quite RightTM (p1) >.

So does Gansey now have different instincts and feelings at war with each other? Like, maybe even the simplest of things like responding one way to a joke when he means to respond another way, because he wasn’t paying attention and Ronan’s memories of him are at war with his own, and there’s two sentences locked and loaded in his mouth but only Ronan’s gets fired? Big things, too, like maybe he’s honestly ready to unload his emotions for once in his tiny, eventful life, and someone’s (p2) >.

assumption that he would keep everything bottled up, or that he’s stronger than the rest of them, any basic kind of thought or understanding they had about his mental fortitude, is tying is tongue in knots and he’s getting so frustrated on the couch with Henry because he actually w a n t s to share in secrets and work through things he feels are slowing him down, but not even Henry can truly k n o w him now because he’s n o t him anymore, him is just a part of many he’s and it’s mortifying (p3)

Maybe, he thinks it’s just a frazzling side effect of death at first, and the lives he’s lived and the uncertainty he feels now that he’s back for Good? This time? With who he’s going to become and what he will take from the friends he admires??? But full days after his death, he’s still tripping over himself in four, five different directions, and oh no, everything makes as much sense as this can make, tell me again how you brought me back) (p4) >.

But given time and concentration, the urges and contradictions quieten if he manages them, and it’s just like having multiplied voices of fight and flight, which he tries to liken to his experiences with anxiety. Ever the optimist, Gansey attempts to further understand his friends using their innermost views of him, and it’s not all terrible. Despite it feeling for the first forever long like a constant, skin-crawling invasion of privacy, it helps sometimes to look in the mirror and hear (p5)

Henry’s own voice tell him he looks distractingly like a dreamboat, and Blue’s aggravation at his beloved shoes. In some ways it makes him feel less intrinsically lonely, and some things they did get right about him. Blue always understood his emotions on the phone, and Ronan was the only one who had truly s e e n On Fire Gansey and felt that energy radiating off him, like there’s definitely things that he feels as Right in his heart and smile-cries his way through the night over (p6) >.

Though it’s hard, and he feels absurdly guilty because this isn’t just their voices in him, it’s him owning their voices and consent is a really tricky thing, though they all Literally Could Not Care Okay Gansey You’re Alive That’s All That Matters End Of Story, he tells them all about his difficulties as best he can describe it, and they know to back off and give him time if he stops suddenly, reflecting on his words or an action with that furrow between his eyebrows (p7) >.

What’s more is they know to distract other people from his sudden faux-pas! No one is used to Gansey’s humour he shares at midnight with Ronan being something that may just slip out in social situations before Richard Campbell Gansey III can step in, but they play it off like masters, and he’s so g r a t e f u l ok im really emotional right now (p8) >.

and the gist is that sometimes Gansey needs to be reminded of who he is truly, and who he can grow into but he has really good friends and he’s trying and i love him and i just needed some angst on this good night, thank you for being a beautiful blog on which i can unload the gratuitous gansey centric and njfknaskjfn i hope you’re having a lovely day! ~ It’s inappropriate due to context, but I swear my IRL nickname is Bee (p9/9) >.

Boi, you know Gansey-centric angst is my jam

There’s a LOT here, and there is so much potential for post-trk exploration whoo boy. B/C yes!! I feel that it is very unlikely that Gansey is “back to normal” after his second death and subsequent Cabeswater-related revival. Gansey has so many different masks, different faces and version of himself, that each of his friends most definitely do not have the same Mental Idea of him.

Like, just imagine Gansey sitting with everyone at Nino’s, packed tightly into their usual booth now that Henry has joined and Blue is on her work break. Gansey’s squished in the middle of Blue and Henry, facing Adam and Ronan and the multiple greasy pizzas laid out in front of them, and Adam makes an offhand comment about, idk, some Cabeswater-y theories, so Gansey goes to rub his thumb along his bottom lip in deep thought, as per usual. 

However, an inch from his lip his hand pauses, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. The talking dies down as the group eyes Gansey warily, although Gansey doesn’t react to their curious gazes just yet. He’s too busy deciding if he should retreat inwards to think and theorize or instead jump at the opportunity to talk with excitement, eyes wide and hands gesturing frantically about magic and ley lines. 

He knows he’s done both before; he knows those are both reasonable, Gansey-like reactions, but… he can’t pick. It’s like he’s lost the ability to react instinctively. Or, more likely, he’s lost the ability to act on instinct because there are three or four instinctual moves he feels obliged to follow. Outwardly, he ends up frozen with a dead gaze for a solid fifteen seconds, unmoving and eerily silent, and then as if rebooting, his gaze clears and he launches into a long-winded lecture on ley line fractures. Nobody brings up his little moment, but nobody forgets it either. 

(whoop, there’s a quick lil snippet/ficlet? idk it’s short. BUT!! Feel free to send me HCs about this cause it is INTERESTING!!! I want to explore it further!! Also here’s big hug; I’m glad you enjoy my angsty, Gansey-obsessed blog :’D )

[bluekyun]

A Million Roses (M) — Epilogue

A/N: A special ending for the readers who suffered through the first two parts.

Pairing: J U N G K O O K x R E A D E R x Y O O N G I

Genre: A N G S T & S M U T — assassin!au

Word Count: 2.450

Summary: One would think that no one can rival the power of the silent assassin, but as someone begins to claim your targets before you can pull the trigger, the entirety of the crew struggles with mistrust and suspicion, forgetting the oath in which they are bound by blood. For every body stolen, a rose lies in its place, and for every rose placed, you are one step closer to finding the traitor, the one who had so easily convinced you to love him in the first place.

Inspiration: Sword Art Online

Warnings: major character death, descriptive gore including blood and violence

Rating: NC-17

The smoke that filled his lungs was burning holes into his very soul, the act of staying still becoming nearly impossible with every second that passed. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to act, to feign death next to the heat that was singing his skin, but he figured if he remained quiet, he might be able to find a way out of this situation. In the distance, he could hear footsteps over broken branches, the sound of ruffling followed by its sudden disappearance, nothing left but distant howling as the wind fed the flames.

 Rolling onto his side, he held his hand against the open wound, the bullet still lodged into his abdomen. He was grateful that of all people, he was up against Jungkook, who although excelled at hand-to-hand combat, didn’t do very well under pressure when it came to using weapons. Even when they practiced for situations like this, snatching each other’s guns in the open basement of the hideout, the score between he and Jungkook was probably 100 to 1, that one time when Yoongi decided to go easy on the poor boy to protect his ego. His aim was shit, and that was the very reason that he made sure Jungkook was always kept to long ranges. In the end, it ended up saving his life, the first bullet being a shot to the ground and the second being so far to the side that it had almost missed his body completely. Almost.

 Crawling from underneath the clouds of ash, he collapsed near the line of trees, finding an opening of uncontaminated air that only irritated his scorching throat the moment he took a breath. But at least he was alive. The blood dripping down his sides was making him slightly uncomfortable, the mess it was creating only irritating him further. Lifting his head, he gazed into the cluster of bushes, noticing something shining in the glow of the flames. Using his arms to shimmy forward, he grabbed the object, pulling it out only to realize it was the M900. Jungkook’s gun. Was he a fucking idiot? Clearly. He was asking to get caught. Lucky for everyone, this place was out of the way, surrounded by acres of trees. It would take a while for anyone to even notice the flames let alone get here in time to put it all out. But with this gun now in his possession, he only had one goal in mind.

 “I’m going to fucking kill him.” The groan that left his lips dissipated into thin air, nothing but the sound of the crackling fire as it consumed whatever was left of the mansion. He needed to find you quickly, before it was too late, knowing full well what Jungkook had planned to do. He should have protected you sooner, should have taken you far away, but he was too much of a coward. Too afraid that you would never believe him, that you would choose Jungkook over him in the end, and he couldn’t blame you. He would see the way you looked at Jungkook like he was the best thing that ever happened to you, as if he were the only person you saw. He heard the words you whispered in his ear back in your room, the way your voice dripped with honey, so sweet and pure that he would have melted then and there. Had you said those words to him. And he couldn’t deny it broke his heart. But he should have protected you. And now he was going to pay the price.

 Sitting up, he tried to steady his breathing, bringing down his heartrate as to not bleed out more than necessary. After counting his bearings, he stood up slowly, one foot at a time, until he was sure he wasn’t going to topple over. Removing his jacket, he tied it around his waist, covering the bullet hole to stop the stream of blood. Taking his phone from his pocket, he opened an app, the one he used to keep track of everyone during missions just in case everything spiraled downward. It was probably one of the most useful things he had ever programmed. Looking at the red dot, he noted the coordinates, grateful that you weren’t too far away. If he wanted to save you, he needed to get there quickly, and despite the gut-wrenching pain he felt as the wound stretched with every step, he sprinted in your direction.

 “Fuck…” He cursed underneath his breath, the river of crimson now gradually streaming down his leg. He figured he likely lost about half a liter of blood at this point, meaning that if he wanted to survive this ordeal, he needed to get medical attention as quickly as possible. After he dealt with the traitor that was Jeon Jungkook.

 Holding his hand against his side, he tried to force his blood to clot, and even though he knew that wasn’t how his body worked, he figured it was more so a mental thing, a way to force him to run faster without thinking about the fact that he was slowly dying. Luckily for him, Jungkook had missed his major arteries and organs, only managing to hit the little fat he did have on his body. The bastard even missed him with the first bullet for fucks sake. If it wasn’t for the current situation, he would have taught the boy how to aim properly in close-range scenarios, but that was something that didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered except for you.

 Checking his phone again, he realized he was getting closer, and as he zipped past several thickets of trees, he could hear the mellow bubbling of nearby water.

 There was no way he was going to let him dump your body into a river, he wasn’t going to let him touch a hair on your body or so help him, he would lose all restraint, unleashing pure hell on the kid.

 Upon entering the clearing amongst the grove, he watched as Jungkook stomped on top of you, and the way you whimpered in pain only tore his heart to shreds. He was struck with fear, numb to the bone, unable to do anything but watch. He’s certain Jungkook said some things, likely awful things, but all he could hear was the beating of his own heart. It was like a flash before his eyes, how quickly Jungkook drew the gun, his gun, from the holster he shouldn’t have had to begin with.

 Taking a step forward, he tried to swallow grunt of pain as to not alert Jungkook of his presence, the soreness of his side suddenly slowing him down. He wanted nothing more than to just tackle him to the ground, sacrificing himself to make sure you lived. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t do it.

 And then he was too late.

 The crack echoed in his ear, the vicious sound of death and the ringing that only followed afterward. Your lifeless body sprawled out next to the running water, the shining of the moonlight doing little justice to how beautiful you truly were. Even covered in blood, the bullet having gone straight through your heart, you were still the most magnificent thing… so precious to him, something that was so disgustingly taken away. He could feel the pain bubbling inside of him, his throat constricting and his lungs shriveling into nothing. He couldn’t breathe. At this point he was full on hyperventilating, the oxygen no longer reaching his brain in large enough quantities. He was panicking and he wasn’t sure if it was due to the blood loss or watching the one he cherished most die. In reality, it was likely both.

 Hearing the commotion, Jungkook turned around, tears staining his cheeks with his bottom lip quivering like that of a small child. It was pitiful.

 “Y-you have n-o… right… to look like that.” Yoongi spat, his stomach churning in utter disgust.

 “Shut the fuck up Yoongi, I didn’t want to do it… I swear I didn’t.” Clutching onto his head, Jungkook fell to his knees, tossing the Black Star to the side. He was sobbing, his shoulders quaking as if he actually felt guilty about what he had done.

 “You’re… such a piece of shit…” He could barely control his speech anymore, his head swimming, vision out-of-focus.

 Jungkook continued to cry, his sobs turning into pure wailing. Never had Yoongi seen him get that emotional, and even after all their years together, he didn’t think he’d ever seen him cry. It didn’t make what he did any better, it only made him look more like the devil in Yoongi’s eyes.

 “If you feel so damn bad, then why the fuck did you do it… huh?!” The rage building up inside his small frame fueled his sudden surge of energy, allowing him to clutch the M900 close to his chest, the red dot directly on the back of Jungkook’s head. He wasn’t about to let him get away with anything, not after taking you away, the only source of happiness he had ever found.

 Jungkook didn’t answer, continuing to break down within himself, heaving as if his lungs were being pulled straight from his rib cage.

 “I knew all along… about your son-of-a-bitch father, about how he murdered her father, about how he set you up to infiltrate the guild… I knew everything. Even after that bastard minion of yours walked out of the building with the dead body over his shoulder, I fucking knew. Which, by the way, I had to dispose of thanks to you. But I was stupid and kept it all to myself, knowing full well she wouldn’t believe a damn word I said. You planned to kill her all along… so why did you wait if that was the plan?”

 Silence.

 “Answer me you little shit!” Shooting a bullet at the grass by his feet, his watched Jungkook flinch, immediately sitting up, his cheeks flushed red with snot dripping down his chin.

 “I loved her!”

 “No you didn’t! Don’t fucking lie to me… you didn’t love her, you never did. Don’t even talk about her…�� His breathing was only getting faster, more and more of his blood seeping into the soles of his boots.

 “I did! I love her so much… I’m sorry Y/N… I’m sorry…” Jungkook fell to the ground, curling up into a ball as he cried, and cried, and cried.

 “I was going to use those roses… to tell her how much I loved her… I loved her a million times more than you ever could… and you ruined it. You ruined everything with your damn selfishness. But it was all in vain… you wanted all the glory to yourself… you wanted your stupid father to finally love you… but guess what. You failed. You failed miserably.”

 Yoongi couldn’t control himself any longer, his thoughts immediately turning to venom on his tongue. He wanted Jungkook to feel the pain that he was feeling. The rejection, the failure, the absolute heartbreak.

 “I tried… to tell her…” More choked sobs. “… that I didn’t want to do it. I left those roses… I took those bodies… so she would quit. But she was so fucking stubborn… I just wanted her… she gave me no choice. My father was going to ki-”

 “I don’t give a fuck what your father was going to do. You made your choice, and I’ve made mine. Goodbye, Jungkook.”

 Holding his breath, he tried to steady his trembling hands, eyes focused on the broken man in front of him. His heart hurt, never having thought someone like Jungkook, someone he took care of and treated like family, would turn on him. It only proved more why he couldn’t trust the world.

 Closing his eyes, he pulled the trigger, the boom reverberating off the surrounding trees, traveling far in the distance as birds of all kinds flew from the branches.

 Taking one peak, he felt his stomach turn, projectile vomiting on his own feet.

 Lying in front of him was a headless Jungkook, brain splattered in chunks surrounding the entire area, pieces already being carried away by the running water. That gun was never meant for close range.

 Feeling the life leave his body, he collapsed to the ground, no longer able to feel much of anything in his legs. He felt delirious, the world spinning in circles around him, and as his heart rate reached over 140 beats per minute, he realized how it was all going to end.

 Using all his strength, he forced himself onto his knees, crawling through the puddle of the blood and globs of flesh over to your body sprawled out in the grass. Lying at your side, he brushed the back of his hand against your cheek, goosebumps forming on his arm at the icy cold touch of your skin.

 “Hey… it’s m-me…” His voice cracked as several tears ran down the length of his nose, finding solace in the grass.

 “I’m here. I’m never going to leave you… we can go together, okay?” Brushing his fingers through your hair, he tried to hold back the sobs that ached to escape.

 “Remember that one night when we were sleeping in your room… the night that we watched The Little Mermaid because you said it was your favorite movie as a kid… you told me that night that you were afraid to die… well, you don’t have to be afraid anymore. Because I’m here. I’ll always be with you.”

 Leaning closer, he placed a gentle kiss at your temple, no longer able to hold back the flood gates. His eyes were burning, his breathing no longer regular as he gasped for air. It took every ounce of energy he had to intertwine his fingers into yours, holding onto you as tightly as he possibly could.

 Glancing up at the sky, he watched as a parade of tar-black clouds gathered above him, the rumbling of thunder in the distance signaling the oncoming of the storm. Like death itself, the darkness spread over the moon, consuming all light until nothing was left but a dim grey orb hanging onto its last breath.

 Looking over one last time, he tried to memorize your face, every peaceful feature from your glowing skin to the softness of your lips, burning it into his memory so that maybe in the next life he would be able to find you again. He wasn’t ready give up, but he just wanted to be by your side once again, so with one final beat of his heart, he let it all go, closing his eyes, welcoming darkness to take his soul away.

[slxkpop]

The Zipper of Good Fortune

A one shot of co-workers Jungkook and Jimin who have to stay late and close up shop. They end up staying late late if ya know what I mean ;)

"What do you mean we have to close up shop? We've never even worked a night-shift before, this is the first time!" Jungkook said to his manager, who was very done with Jungkook’s shit at the moment.

"Can you just stop complaining? You either work the night shift, or you go. Why cant you be like Jimin and just do as I say?" The manager looks at Jimin who was currently standing to next to Jungkook.

"Woah woah woah WOAH, leave me out of this" Jimin says to the manager.

"Get to work, both of you. Theres no one else working tonight because of Valentines Day, they all have dates and you two are the only ones here who are lonely and single, so don’t even try me. Now if you excuse me, I have a date with my boyfriend Namjoon."

"Have fun Jin hyung" said Jimin with a cheerful smile. That beautiful smile thats so welcoming to others. Jungkook sees his hyung's smile, and even though he’s in a bad mood he decides to smile anyways.

"Yea, bye" Jungkook said rolling his eyes. The younger of the two goes towards a tie rack and started to organize the ties that have been thrown all over the place from the long day in the store. Jungkook has always wanted to work in a fancy store for some reason, he felt that it would suit his personality. He looked at a black tie with pink stripes, and it reminded him of the first day he ever came to work. He walked in, and the first person he saw was a young man with pink hair, wearing a black Burberry tux, and he had a pink tie on. He found it the most weirdest thing, seeing a man with pink hair. But damn was he cute. Fetus Jungkook was very nervous of his first day at work at his dream job, so he went up to the man seeking guidance.

"u-um hello, i-im Jeon Jungkook, your new co-worker" he hesitantly bowed at a 90 degree angle and looked at the pink haired man.

"Theres no need to be so formal, my name is Jimin, nice to meet you Jungkook" He smiled and bowed. His smile. His smile omg. Jungkook’s heart started to race at how beautiful Jimin’s smile was, and how angelic his voice sounded. Jimin looked like he was glowing inside the already bright store.

"Is that what you came to work in?" Jimin said, pointing to the younger who was wearing a white shirt and ripped jeans with tims.

"Y-yea"

"Well then, lets go get a tux for you!" Jimin smiled and grabbed Jungkook’s hand, dragging him towards the fitting rooms.

Jungkook smiles at the sudden memory that popped up in his head, his hyung has always been sweet and patient with him. Jimin was the friend Jungkook could go to when he needed to rant, or when he needed advice with something.

"When he says that we have to close up, does that also mean we have to do the cleaning to?" Jungkook said while hanging up the ties on the stand.

"Yea, I guess so, we are the only ones here." Jungkook looked around the store and noticed that him and Jimin where actually the only ones there. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.

"oMG"

"What?"

"I have an idea"

"...What is it?"

"Its very stupid"

"Your very stupid"

"Oh shut up" Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hand and they went to the backroom

"Jungkook, what the hel-"

"Shhhhhh, just wait" Jungkook walked further into the room and let go of Jimin’s hand unwillingly. His hands are just so soft and small, they are literally perfect to hold. He grabs a tux from the box that had just been shipped in today.

"Jimin. I HAVE to try this on"

"Jungkook you are an idiot"

"Yes. I am aware"

"Pass me the other one"

The younger smirked and reached into the box getting a tux that was Jimins size, and hands it over to him. They both left the dim backroom and went into the fitting rooms to try on the very, very expensive tux's.

Jimin gets dressed faster then the younger and exits the fitting room and looks in a mirror. The silver button down shirt thats tucked into his slacks make his butt pop out, and it compliments his hips very nicely.

"Kookie can you see how this looks?"

"Yea sure hold on, i’m having a little bit of trouble with the zipper, it wont go up" he says struggling with the zipper.

"Do you need help?"

"W-what?" The younger started blushing at the thought of Jimin being so close to his dick...

"Do you need help?" Jimin said in a more powerful voice.

"NO I-im good"

After another minute or so struggling with the zipper, he finally gets it up.

"I GOT IT! HELL YEA" Jungkook exits the fitting room to a beautiful human being right in front of him. Oh wait he’s looking at a mirror. But then he looks to the side, OMG HES GORGEOUS!!!! Woop thats another mirror. He looks to the other side to see his hyung on his phone. Jungkook’s mouth drops at the side in front of him. Now, he’s just staring at Jimin without saying a word. The elder finally catches on and says-

"WOW Jungkook you look AMAZING" A little bit of blush creeps on his face noticing how sharp Jungkook looks. Sure, they were tux everyday, but the younger looks like he just came out of Prince Charming's ball. His facial features suddenly look a lot sharper too, and its making the older feel some type of way.

"J-jimin you l-look really nice t-too" Jungkook stutters because the beauty in front of him is just so overwhelming.

"Can we take a picture together? I told my friend Yoongi that i’m going on a date with you tonight, and as you know, i’m not" Jimin laughs nervously as he scratches his head, hoping that Jungkook would be okay with what he suggested, and hoping he wouldn’t question why he decided to tell his friend that they went on a date.

"Yea sure, why not" Well, that went better then Jimin expected. He couldn’t help but notice the blush both of them had on in the selca. *Damn we look good together..*

"Damn we look good, can you send me that?" Jungkook said smiling with his cute bunny smile.

"Sure" Jimin sent the picture to his friend Yoongi and to Jungkook. The younger took out his phone when it rang, and Jimin looked at the notification. It was a text under the contact name of-

"Big Booty Jimin? PFFFFT"

"DONT LAUGH I SAW THAT YOU HAD ME UNDER 'NICE THIGHS JEON"

"YOU DID N O T SEE THAT"

"YES. YES I DID"  

"But seriously Jimin, damn that ass!"

"Bro your thighs look like they were sculpted by gods"

"Why, thank you" Great, now Jungkook was thinking about his Hyung’s ass. But its just so peachy and-

"Imma go get out of this tux, i’m scared i might rip it or something, we don’t want that happening"

"Yea we really don’t need that happening" They both went into the fitting rooms and started to get undressed. As Jungkook took off his shirt he couldn’t help but think about how Jimin told his friend that he went on a date with Jungkook. When Yoongi brought up a boyfriend, was the younger the first person Jimin thought of? The elder wouldn’t mind going out with him? The sudden though got him blushing and his cheeks felt hot. He went to take of his pants when he notices the zipper wouldn’t budge.

"Fuck" He kept trying with all his force to pull down the zipper but it just wasnt budging.

"Shit, shit shit" He started panicking, what the hell was gonna happen if he didnt get these pants off? He's currently shirtless, stuck in pants that are part of a very expensive tux suit, he’s getting sweaty, and he’s at WORK. What a Valentines Day.

"Um, Jungkook are you okay?"

"No. Not really. Not at all"

"What happened?" Jungkook swung open the door and saw a startled Jimin outside of the fitting room stall. Jimin was currently looking at a sexy beast. He younger was shirtless, his nice abs exposed, and there was sweat dripping down his forehead and a little on his collarbone. He pointed to the zipper and said,

"This is the problem"

"W-W-what?"

"OMG sorry i was pointing to my dick i meant the zipper"

"You scared me"

"I dont know what to do its stuck"

"Wait let me try" Jimin approaches Jungkook who’s currently in the fitting room fidgeting. The elder kneels down and his head is right above the younger’s dick and he suddenly feels awkward. He starts to blush and clears his throat. Jungkook is blushing hard as well, he’s basically a tomato at this point. The younger looks up at the ceiling and tries not to think too much of it.

"Well, uhm, im just gonna go for it" Jimin suddenly put his hand on the zipper and tries to pull it down. He tries again but this time his hand accidentally brushes a little too hard against the younger’s dick and Jungkook groans but when he realized what just happened he jumps back in shock.

"IM SORRY OMG" They are now both feriously blushing, and jimin can no longer look jungkook in the eye.

"JUST, JUST HURRY, i cant take them off by myself"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes just go ahead"

"O-okay" Jimin tried his best to not touch Jungkook’s dick, however, that didn’t turn out so well. Not just that, but the younger cant help but to look down and imagine Jimin’s pretty plump lips around his dick, sucking away. He bites his lip at the thought, he’s got to get these dirty thoughts to go away, he’s already getting a boner and he doesn’t need to make it worse. The elder is trying his best to not touch Jungkook again but when he does, the younger moans, and honestly, Jimin wants to hear him moan even more. He wants to hear the younger moan his name while he’s grinding on him and-

"mhmmm" Jungkook, just, he, MOANED? Jimin’s dirty thoughts distracted him and he accidentally let go of the zipper with force, and he put pressure on the younger’s dick. An idea popped into Jimin;s head. It really isn’t his fault, all those dirty thoughts. Jungkook got him all hot a flustered, being shirtless, moaning in all his glory. Jimin suddenly smirked and groped the younger, adding pressure and feeling the younger’s dick in his hand. Jungkook moaned, and took a step back in surprise, and shock.

"J-Jimin?" Jungkook looked into Jimin’s eyes and saw something he's never seen before. His pupils have gone large, and he has a smirk on his plump lips. He’s no longer the cute angelic Jimin he first met, now he looks intimidating and sexy as hell. Jimin gropes the younger’s hardening dick again and the he groans at the friction. He feels to sensitive under his hyung’s intimidating touch, and he wants a lot more.

"J-jimin, do-do it again" Jimin’s smirk becomes even wider when he hears those words, he does the same action again however adding more pressure. The younger cant take it anymore, he starts grinding his hips against Jimin’s hand and lets out a lewd groan. The pink haired man looks up at Jungkook in shock, but he is just even more turned on now. He stands up and grabs the back of Jungkook’s neck and kisses him passionately. He starts grinding on him and the friction of their dicks rubbing against one another makes him go insane. He loves the way Jungkook’s body feels against his own, and he loved how the younger blushes innocently under his touch.

"Fuck Jungkook, you are so incredibly hot" He says while kissing the raven haired boy. The younger moans and grinds against the elders dick. All those fantasies he's had in his head are now becoming reality. He lets his hands travel against the others chest, feeling every crease and playing close attention to his abs. He never knew Jungkook had an amazing body like this, just seeing the other shirtless is getting him turned on and making him lustful. Jungkook reaches down and grabs Jimin’s dick and adds the right amount of pressure to make Jimin groan and thrust his hips forward. Jimin pushes Jungkook against the wall and bites his shoulder,  he sucks and nibbles some more to leaving a love mark to claim him. Jungkook throws his head back in pleasure. He couldn’t believe that this was happening either, he’s currently having a heated make-out session with his hot co-worker. The older starts sucking and leaves love bites all over the younger’s collarbones .

"These pants are a problem, they've got to go" The older says in a husky voice that sends a shiver down the others spine. That husky voice made the younger lose his shyness. He was ready to fuck Jimin until he couldn't walk.

"I've got an idea. Sit down" Jungkook sits down on the chair in the fitting room, following the others directions. Jimin straddles him, and starts riding the younger. The younger’s head falls back in pleasure and he lets out a moan. He grabs Jimin’s hips and starts adding more pressure to add more friction on their aching dicks.

"I cant take it anymore. Fuck it " Jungkook reaches for the zipper and pulls it down with all the force he has. Jimin looks at the younger in shock,

"You-you broke it! Damn you want me to suck you off that badly, huh?"

"Its better broken then me cumming all over the pants, now isn’t it? Now suck my dick" He stands up and swiftly takes off the pants, leaving him in only underwear.

"My turn" Jungkook says with a grin. He slides off Jimin’s shirt and immediately attacks the new smooth skin. He nibbles on the older’s earlobe and gets a slight moan as a reward. He thrusts his hips onto Jimin’s, earning a very lewd moan from the elder. Jimin pulls the younger away from his body, eying him up and down. Jimin gives the younger a smirk, and he starts kissing and nibbling at the younger’s chest, soon lowering to his abdomen, leaving love bites. He swiftly takes off the others underwear, freeing Jungkook’s hard dick from the article of clothing. *Fuck hes big*. The elder continues what he was doing, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses as he gets closer and closer to the younger’s dick, the younger waiting in anticipation. Jimin kisses and sucks everywhere besides where the younger wants him to kiss and suck making the younger get needy.

"Stop teasing me"

"But your thighs are just too beautiful" Jungkook grabs a handful of Jimin’s hair and forces him to face the younger’s dick.

"Im about to fuck your mouth so I suggest your open those pretty plump lips of yours" Jimin obediently opens his mouth, accepting the switch of things and lets Jungkook force his dick inside his mouth. The younger moans at the feeling of him being swallowed, he loves the feeling of the older’s warm mouth around him, sucking away. Jungkook grabs the pink hair tighter and thrusts his hips into Jimin’s mouth, throwing his head back at the amazing feeling. Tears start forming on the elders eyes when Jungkook’s thrusts become harsh, and the hair pulling is intense, however he loves being mouth fucked.

"Mmm you dirty slut, you love the taste of my dick don’t you?" Jungkook says in a low breathy moan. Jimin hums in response causing a vibration that makes the younger whimper. Jungkook starts wildly thrusting into jimin’s mouth, pulling the older’s hair so he can swallow more of him. The younger throws his head back in pleasure when he feels he’s about to cum. Jimin however, grabs the younger’s hips firmly stopping the younger’s intense hip thrusting. He removes his lips from the younger’s painfully hard dick, making the younger moan in disappointment.

"J-jimin what the fuck?"

"I cant have you cum just yet, i want your dick inside of me" Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock and Jimin was honestly a little surprised with his own words, however he was just too horny to even give a shit. All he knew at the moment was that he wanted the younger’s dick inside of him. The truth is, neither of them has ever done it with a guy. This is the first time Jungkook has ever fucked a guy, and this is the first time Jimin has ever had a dick inside of him.

"What" The youngers eyes widened in shock.

"Fuck me" The younger’s shock just changed into pure lust when he saw the way Jimin looked into his eyes and how low his voice sounded. The younger groaned and pushed Jimin against the wall again biting at his neck. The elder moved his head to the side offering the younger more space to bite and suck. Jimin moaned at the feeling of the younger’s body surrounding his own. Jungkook went up and bit his hyungs earlobe, earning a satisfied groan. He felt two hands rub his sides and then they grabbed his ass earning a yelp.

"Fuck your ass is so peachy, we need to get those pants off" Jungkook smirked and unbuttoned the elders jeans, lowering them, allowing Jimin to slide them off. The younger gave Jimin one last kiss, tongues fighting for dominance as Jungkook rubs his hand against Jimin’s hard-on. He younger breaks the kiss and brings his fingers up to Jimin’s pretty plump lips.

"Suck" The older gladly accepts the younger’s demand and puts the fingers in his mouth. He sucks, his tongue swirling around the fingers and the younger swears he could cum by just looking at the sight. He brings his other hand down to Jimin’s hard dick and rubs through the clothing.

"Mmm baby your so hard for me" Jimin thrusts his dick into the younger’s hands wanting more friction. Jungkook watches as Jimin sucks desperately on his fingers wishing that it was his dick again. Jimin lets the younger slip his fingers outside of his mouth, and pulls him into a kiss. Jungkook uses his free hand to rub Jimin’s hard on through the fabric again and the elder moans against Jungkook’s mouth. He pulls away from the kiss and thrusts his hips onto Jungkooks hands again, letting him get the friction that he desperately wants.

"Fuck just, FUCK ME ALREADY" Jimin slides off his underwear in a blink of an eye and basically tackled Jungkook. He pins the younger against the wall, kissing his swollen cherry lips. Jungkook takes his lubricated finger and gets closer to Jimin’s pink hole, while sucking on those heavenly lips. As Jungkook’s hand brushes against the older’s hole, the older lets out a little squeak. He’s never felt a finger so close to his hole before and its a new feeling. He suddenly regrets what he said and he breaks the kiss, and bites his lip. Jungkook looks into the younger’s eyes, he could see a little bit of fright.

"Are you sure you want me to do this"

"Y-yes, but how painful will it be?

"Just a finger or my cock" Jimin blushes hard at these words,

"J-just a finger"

"You've never fingered yourself before?"

"YOU HaVe?"

"Of course!" Jungkook takes this opportunity while Jimin is distracted and put his two fingers through the muscle.

"AH, it burns!" Jimin yells out squinting his eyes. He has to admit, he really doesn’t like this feeling, but the younger’s hand slowly rapping around his cock is making up for it. Jungkook slides his finger in, and kisses Jimin trying to distract him from the pain.

"Babe, are you sure you are okay with this" Jungkook looked at Jimin’s watery eyes and saw pain. Jimin was about to answer no when-

"OH, fuck me!" Jimin’s eyes closed shut as he gasped for air. Jungkook found the older’s prostate and grinned, knowing that if he had waited any longer to find it he wouldn’t have been able to fuck Jimin.

"W-what was that!?" Jungkook rubbed against his prostate again and Jimin threw his head back welcoming the wonderful knew feeling. He closed his eyes so tight that he could see white when he opened them again. The younger added a knew finger and the elder whimpered in pain as the new finger was pushed into the tight muscle. But then again, the younger brushed against the bundle of nerves causing Jimin to arch his back and push his ass against Jungkook’s finger.

"FUCK! DO IT AGAIN" Jungkook thrusts his fingers into the elder at a fast pace, basically finger fucking the elder, each time aiming and hitting the elders prostate. Jimin couldn’t help but let his tongue fall out as he panted and threw his hips back everytime the younger’s fingers entered him. Jungkook’s pace got faster and faster until he noticed Jimin’s breathing and how his hole clenched against his fingers. The younger suddenly pulled out, getting a groan from the elder. He didn’t want him to cum just yet, and he felt that the elder was prepped enough for his dick. Jungkook turned around so now his hyung was against the wall and the younger was hovering over him.

"Jump" The elder jumped and the younger caught him, bringing his legs around his hips. Jungkook’s dick teased the elders whole, gaining a shiver from him.

"This may hurt a bit.." Jungkook entered Jimin’s entrance, stretching out the tense muscles slowly. Tears started forming on the elders eyes, he knew it would hurt, but this burns and it feels like something is ripping him open.

"Ah-hh, it-t hurts" Jungkook leans in and kisses the elder, trying to distract him from the pain.

"Its gonna be okay, I promise it’ll feel good in a little bit" He leans in for another kiss as he pushes deeper into the elder. They stay in that position for a little bit, Jungkook not wanting to cause Jimin more pain.

"You... You can go now" Jimin bites his lip as he sees Jungkook thrust into him from the dressing room mirror. He looks at the younger’s perfect body figure, the way he muscles flex, his nice broad back. He lets his eyes fall as Jungkook thrusts into him again. He didn’t think it would be so painful but it honestly feels like something is tearing him apart. He opens his mouth to let out a pained groan when Jungkook captures his lips in a deep kiss. Their tongues intertwine as they fight for dominance, the younger quickly winning as Jimin melts into the kiss. Jungkook’s thrusting is slowly speeding up, he just cant control it anymore. He's secretly wanted to fuck his hyung and make him moan his name from the first day he met him.

"J-jimin your so tight" The younger says as he thrusts even harder into the elder.

"F-fuck" The elder is starting to get used to the thrusting and the pain is being replaced by pleasure. The elder starts moving his hips in sync with Jungkook’s thrusts, he felt like something was missing and he wanted to find it. The way his hole felt around Jungkook’s dick felt overwhelming to the younger. This is better than any girl he ever did. The younger moaned when Jimin started sucking on his neck, leaving another love bite. The elder started nibbling on the younger’s ear piercing which was one of his sensitive spots.

"J-jimin" the younger moaned. He thrusts really hard at an angle and Jimin swears he could see a white light-

"DADDY! F U C K ME" Well he found what he was looking for.

"What did you just call me?" The younger says with a wide smirk.

"N-nothing"

"Say it again"

"No"

"Fine ill just have to make you say it" The younger thrusts into the elder at the same angle making Jimin see stars.

"F-FUCK" Jungkook thrusts again, he’s quickening his pace but the elder wants more

"J-jungkook, h-harder!" The younger throws his hips against Jimin’s and the elder is hanging on to the younger’s shoulders for dear life. However, he knew Jungkook was holding back and he wanted more, he didn’t care what he has to do, he wants to be fucked harder

"Daddy harder!" The younger groans at the name, making him even more turned on. He thrusts harder and the elder is losing his grip on the younger’s shoulders. Jungkook is now thrusting in full pace with all his might, and Jimin could feel the ball of heat build up in his stomach. His prostate is being abused and he doesn’t know how much more he can take.

"F-uck i-im go-ing to c-cum" Jimin breathes out in moans.

"Hmm me too" Jimin’s entrance started to squeeze around the younger’s dick, making Jungkook moan at the tight feeling. Its just urging him to go more. He removes his dick from Jimins entrance, and slams back in with full force hitting the elders prostate completely.

"D-daddy!" Jimin pants out. He swears that he saw the gates of heaven for a good few seconds as he cums all over his and the younger’s stomach. He’s panting non-stop, and he feels amazing. The younger thrusts again into Jimin, going for his own release. He cums inside of the elder after a few more thrusts, moaning at how good it felt to finally release. They stay in that position for a little bit, trying to get their breathes back. He sits down on the chair and puts Jimin to sit on his lap.

"That was amazing"

"Yea i know but you couldve at least taken me on a date first"

"UM excuse me, you were the one who kept touching my dick! Its not my fault that you just looked so incredible during everything" Jimin laughed at the younger’s words.

"What are we gonna do about the pants?" Jimin says

"Oh shit I forgot about it. And that we are still at work!"

"Crap we have to close up!" Jimin suddenly gets up reaching for his clothes but then-

"OH FUCK" He falls back on Jungkooks lap as he feels a sudden pain on his lower back.

"My back hurts so much" Jungkook smiles and shrugs. He pulls the elder in for a kiss. It was deep and passionate and they both are enjoying it. Jungkook is the first to pull away as he says,

"Ill get us our clothes" He stands up and rests Jimin on the chair. He reaches for his clothing and once he has his underwear on, he gives Jimin his underwear and the rest of his clothing. They both struggle to get dressed, especially the elder who cant even stand.

"I have an idea about the pants" the younger said as he put on his shoes.

"What is it?"

"Why don’t we just put the pants back exactly how we found it, and then pretend like we don’t know anything if they ask us why the zipper is fucked? They don’t have to ever find out." The younger grinned at Jimin, thinking this is an amazing plan.

"We are so getting fired"

"I know, but lets just try to stay until our next paycheck" They both smiled and started to close up shop. It was mostly Jungkook doing the work because the elder was having difficulty standing. They shut off all the lights and Jungkook helped Jimin walk outside. The younger locked the door and looked at the pink haired man.

"So, i was thinking, how about we go on a date? I mean if thats, if its okay with you, im not gonna force to do anything..." the younger babbles. He started to blush and looked at the floor smiling awkwardly.

"You know, for a guy I just called daddy, that was not smooth at all" They both started laughing and Jimin looked at the younger with kindness in his eyes.

"Yes i’ll go on a date with you" He pulled Jungkook closer from the collar on his shirt and they shared a deep, romantic kiss.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

This is my first fan fiction and first smut so its pretty wack but yea. Thankyou for reading!

[vishers]

Friday-ish Links

An old friend figured out that you can make a grammatically correct sentence out of 3 repetitions of Poop. She seems to be absolutely killing it in the quarantine homeschooling unpleasantness. It made me think of one of my favorite examples of English ambiguity: the "buffalo" sentence by Dmitri Borgmann (best known for his work in recreational linguistics! 😂).

Miss Amy suggested that run books are actually just technical debt. While I agree on one hand I disagree on another. It's true that if you can write a sufficiently robust runbook to the point where an unskilled operator can simply follow the steps slavishly to solve the problem then you might as well take it one step further and write a program that does the slavish steps. Even so, I believe that run books are essentially extremely cheap first steps towards possible automation. If you look at a run book I write it does bear some similarity to a program. There are "if this, then that, else that" sections for sure and I do comment on them like I might in a program. But there are many more holes and explicit calls to say to the operator (often myself) "Last time I looked at this it was very ambiguous. Take a second to look around so you're sure you're doing the right thing. Add some notes right here if you see anything new." My intention is not that an unskilled operator can respond to things. My intention is that my learning and your learning can begin to merge until we think it's stable enough to write a program. The process of writing the program then is a heavier weight activity but should have been made as lightweight as it could be by virtue of having a body of discovery underpinning it in the form of the run book it replaces.

My buddy Joshua sent me this t00t because he knows how much I love D&D, Common Core, and Homeschooling. I'm constantly struggling with how to get my kids really into non-fiction texts which is one of my favorite insights from Common Core and it had never occurred to me that they way they devour the D&D Core books and duel with me on every minor detail the rules indicates quite a successful engagement with non-fiction text indeed.

Hidden Brain on NPR rebroadcast (AFAICT) Fake News: An Origin Story on 2020-04-30 on WHYY (my local NPR station) in How Failing Newspapers Cost Us All. It was an incredible listen all around but the quote that really caught me was

TUCHER: Yes. There was a real debate about the term faking in the 1880s and 1890s. But it was a debate in which many people argued, many journalists argued, faking is a good thing. By faking at that time, they didn't mean nefarious manipulation. They meant embellishment, adding some details, filling in gaps that they hadn't been able to see at the time, making an interviewee sound a little more articulate. It wasn't wholesale manipulation, but they argued that people would like that better because it gave them truth that was closer to what they expected, that it gave them stuff that wasn't boring, that - nobody wanted a newspaper said one handbook for journalists…

VEDANTAM: In other words, if the mere recitation of the facts doesn't do justice to the truth, the honest journalist actually goes beyond the facts to try and represent the truth.

TUCHER: Yes, yes. You can do a higher truth that way, and that's a term that we hear a lot, you know, somehow getting at a higher truth by glossing over inconvenient details. But this was a genuine movement. In the early years of the professionalization of the press, there were professional journals in which this argument was made… But in general, yes, there was a real sense that it was a good thing to do.

This of course immediately brought to mind a long standing debate my buddy Redmond and I have over the relationship between Truth and Fact. Elie Wiesel has said: "Some stories are true that never happened." While I agree that Truth reflects something greater than the sum of the facts that make it up, I still staunchly make the claim that Truth is separable from fact and can (sometimes) be gotten at more easily by lying about the facts in play.

Depression has been an enormous part of my life. My Mom suffered from it. My wife suffers from it. I think in some small ways I suffer from it. I had forgotten that Peter Sagal had opened up about his own depression on The Hilarious World of Depression with John Moe but was reminded of that fact on Fresh Air.

There's nothing more exquisitely pleasurable to me than spending a long evening locked in deep conversation with a small group of people. I am a great lover of good questions that flow freely in those times. Naturally I was intrigued by this post on Quartz and even more amazed that I had never even heard of Warren Berger and A More Beautiful Question. Boy do I want to read these books now.

eccentricj posed an interesting question on Clojureverse: "Are we the programming equivalent of “fake” martial arts?". I'm partly thankful just because I had never heard of the world of Fake Martial Arts that they reference and I think that just speaks for itself. But I also think that it's a good introspective attitude to have towards your tools. The idea that your language/ecosystem is the 10x language/ecosystem and everyone using anything else is brain dead and that you'll run circles around them is silly. It immediately called to mind this quote that I ran into recently.

Q: Is there a programming language that is the best choice for all (or nearly all) application development? If yes, which language is it, and what makes it best? If not, what would it take to create such a language?

Ritchie: No, this is silly.

Stroustrup: No. People differ too much for that and their applications differ too much. The notion of a perfect and almost perfect language is the dream of immature programmers and marketeers. Naturally, every language designer tries both to strengthen his language to better serve its core community and to broaden its appeal, but being everything to everybody is not a reasonable ideal. There are genuine design choices and tradeoffs that must be made.

Gosling: I think the one that has the best broad coverage is Java, but I'm a really biased sample. If you're doing things that are heavily into string pattern-matching, Perl can be pretty nice. I guess actually those are the ones I use much at all these days. Most of the older languages are completely subsumed; the reasons for using some of them are more historical than anything else.

---Interview with Dennis Ritchie, Bjarne Stroustrup, James Gosling

The uncomfortable truth is that because there's no silver bullet languages are more like productivity systems than any of us would like to admit.

This also brings to mind Brian Kernighan's talk on successful language design which is really good in its own right. Kernighan definitely seems to fall into the camp of pragmatic DSLs. Once you have a language that is purpose built to solve the problem at hand it should become quite simple to express the solution to your problem in that language.

Had on opportunity to link to BashFAQ/028 which is always fun. The vagaries of script location are quite surprising.

This Guardian article on an actual historical event that closely resembled Lord of the Flies was fascinating.

via Brian Marick

I don't understand Linux logging nearly well enough and I probably never will given that it's all being ditched for Docker anyway.

The issue of compliance testing against terraform is becoming more and more of an issue as we distribute control of our infrastructure around my company. I like the idea of using something like eerkunt/terraform-compliance (blog) to do static analysis rather than standing up actual infrastructure.

This post by Camille Fournier hits very close to home right now. This is my job and it's hard for all the same reasons she outlines.

This pair of posts sings my tune. Choose Boring Technology!

AWS Networking 101 is not particularly well named IMO and it has some very interesting insights regarding what you can and can't control in your AWS VPC. If you're looking for a higher level conceptual overview you should really head to AWS VPC Core Concepts in an Analogy and Guide.

via Corey Quinn

Love discovering new coreutils tools. In this instance it's numfmt because Steve Purcell had the gall to post something publicly positive about awk. xD

I try to take everything I read on the t00ts with a grain of salt but this t00t from a supposed education scholar fits my understanding of the world so it must be right. It's easy to think that because mass education was so recently introduced homeschooling/communityschooling must be easy or natural. Unfortunately most of us have no idea how homeschooling ever looked before and our expectation of education is entirely shaped by modern notions of what the goal of education is. The idea of teaching your modern renaissance style curriculum to your kids while doing full time work is, as the author suggestions, "batshit insane".

Peng Yu once again with a case of "why in the world are you using bash for this?" question.

Re: How to pipe just stderr to stdin in a pipeline?

Premature Optimization

I love Honest Trailers and they did one for Bladerunner 2049!

Whooooooooooooooa original broadway cast Hamilton is coming to Disney+ on July 3!

I've listened to a lot of Tom Lehrer over the years and despite nearly failing out of Chemistry I did love me The Elements set to the tune of The Major-General's Song. Helen Arney kills it with the addition of 4 new elements over a napping child!

via TARDISLittleFreeLibrary

Also Tom Lehrer: New Math (concert live) (1965)

Hello, my name is Mike, I'm a recovering True Believer - Mike Anderson

My wife recently watched through Wild, Wild Country on Netflix. It brought to mind this post by Mike Anderson about a community you may not have heard of that was very influential to me. I think about it often. The fallout is still happening.

I love automation. It's all about this statement from In Praise of AutoHotKey.

There’s something about the difference between “a single hotkey” and “four steps” that makes me more likely to bother.

When something is cheap and abundant why not do it all the time. Also I found out Hillel also has a 'Current Web Page' hot key!

Sci-Hub seems cool if not, as Hillel says, striiiiictly legal.

Will the Supreme Court crown Trump king? /sigh The Christians elected Trump President hoping a lecherous, sexist, broken, egotistical, predatory, narcissistic man could be the champion that would end abortion and take back control of the Supreme Court. He took back control of the Supreme Court alright. With sycophants who would love to repay him the favor if they can of elevating him to monarchy.

I recently finished reading The Art of PostgreSQL. I heartily recommend it. Definitely taught me many things that I had no idea SQL could do. I'm especially a fan now of lateral joins, window functions, and lag. He linked to 3 different sites that I thought were especially good:

Rob Pike: Notes on Programming in C

Basics of the Unix Philosophy

Database Design: Normalization Basics - Techniques

My god. The idea of mocking out entire clouds is… Well it's something… localstack/localstack

News about my favorite parasite? Yes please!

via Brian Marick

QAnon Is More Important Than You Think. File this under things I wish I wasn't aware of. Like I was struck by during the Impeachment Inquiry I just don't know how we're going to survive the sundering of the realities we perceive we live in.

Rich Hickey praises the JVM as it turns 25.

Makes me think of java sucks

Java doesn't have free().

I have to admit right off that, after that, all else is gravy. That one point makes me able to forgive just about anything else, no matter how egregious. Given this one point, everything else in this document fades nearly to insignificance.