#AHHHHHHHHHHHH internally screaming

[haveihitanerve]

"I declared the war for the nibblers sake. You share no history with the nibblers. We humans here have many reasons to be indebted to them. What have the nibblers ever done for you?" "..." "They saved your life."

okay HOLY FUCK GREGOR MA BOI YES GET IT!!!!! this twelve year old s-o-b has more rizz than i will ever have in my lifetime hot damn thats a powerful line- literally the reason i am indebted to these animals is because they saved your life wholy fuck ahhhhh!!!!

[rainbow-recipe]

y'all know cute rage with pets right? well that's what i have right now with the devil judge right now and it is KILLING ME

[preeeow]

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[galaxies-unknown]

[ @familylightfox​ || Asked...]

Both Volt and Harmony were glad they had gotten ideas on what to get a certain pair for the holidays. Volt’s gift had been simple, a brand new set of woodworking tools and some very quality pieces of cherry maple that he could use them on. For Node, there was a warm jacket that had been made specifically for them.

Harmony had her gifts next. Bless was given a messenger bag that was sturdy and durable. Easy to use on delivery trips, and water proof to boot. Her gift for Node was two sketchbooks and a quality set of charcoals and pastels.

“Happy Yule.” They spoke in unison and with wagging tails to boot.

[Christmas/Holiday Inbox 2022! || Also partially from here!]

After everything that had happened, relaxing with their two favorite hybrids was exactly where Bless and Node wanted to be. Node was borderline buried under the blankets, only their nose truly poking out for the longest time that night, content to be crushed to death by fluff and the cheery atmosphere the Inn had taken on ever since Volt’s return. They had only escaped to hand their presents over to Voltage and Harmony, cheeks tinging a faint pink at the kiss they received.

They sat down close by, tail wagging even as Fafo decided that now, of all times, was apparently the best time to kidnap their lap for a sleeping spot. They could hardly fight it, petting the large cat with their scarred hand. Bless, for his part, had been on the couch beside Volt for some time- only just now moving a bit after he and Node had given their gifts, curious as the two hybrids stood to gather their own.

“You spoilers.” Bless hummed as he took the new woodworking tools and the pieces of cherry maple wood into his hands, the messenger bag slid over one shoulder. He turned towards Volt as the hedgefox sat back down, nuzzling his cheek with his nose, careful not to be too brusque in his movements. A very soft kiss was planted, his own muzzle pulling away with a faint laugh. “I think I have some good ideas for what to use this for...” He chuckled. “...and how’d you know I needed a new bag, Harms?” A playful turn of the head, his tail wagging slightly against the back of the couch. His old one had seen plenty of service, especially with some of his smaller deliveries- but it would be retiring so he could use this, the present given by his beloved’s daughter.

Node wasted no time swapping from the blankets to the jacket, nearly burying themself in the soft material. For all their talk of being able to withstand the cold, they were quite ready to dive into anything that provided warmth- especially when it came to Volt and Harmony. They chuckled when Fafo let out a quiet whine at their movements, raising their hands only to gently take the art supplies Harmony had offered. They grinned, soft but sure.

“...these’ll be full by Valentine’s.” It was less a joke and more of a promise as they looked over the sketchbooks, and then the charcoals and pastels. They’d need to get their old art gear out for these materials, but they didn’t mind. What was on their mind was capturing the picture of the mines in these pages, the glitter of crystal and the feel of forgotten humor in the depths of the earth...

“Thanks, you guys.” Bless’ voice was far more genuine, lacking its usual teasing tone as he hugged Volt and Harmony in turn, tail wrapping for a moment around each, as if to add a third arm he didn’t have to his hugs.

“....danke schoen.” Node wasn’t able to rise thanks to Fafo, but they did try to give Harmony a pat on the shoulder (she’d be getting a hug if ever Fafo let them go), before signing a simple message. With the snow falling outside and the warmth of the fire crackling through the air, the scent of a newly-lit candle and the feel of their loved ones so close...

The two prayed this night wouldn’t end.

There was a laugh when Volt brought up a movie marathon.

“So long as you don’t mind an endless stream of commentary.”

[allieisacrybaby]

📸: danny_gvf

[timid-plumber-archive]

Don’t mind him. He’s just lying on his bedroom floor, internally screaming. Also externally screaming. He’s not having a crisis per se, but he’s kinda having a crisis.

“HOW MUCH DID SHE KNOW I WAS SAYING??? AHHHHHHHHHHHH-”

[cirqosmos]

Oml…the new Fallen Angels teaser AHHHHHHHHHHHH ITS CRazy I can’t wait to read it also so curious abt what happened to yn that made her turn and that last scene?! All I could think of while reading the last part was “fight fight fight” lolll but ur writing is so intriguing I’m already so excited 🤩🤩

THANK YOU VERY VERY MUCH FOR THIS?? 😭😭 im internally screaming.. im beyond not just happiness but COMPLETE EUPHORIA OMFG to know your thoughts and stuff <333 thank youuuu!!!

[might-be-tiny-gt]

OK NOT MY ROOMMATE BUT!

I came out to my best friend as a g/t fan. AND IT WAS THE MOST STRESSED I’VE EVER BEEN IN MY LIFE.

Its started slow, just mentioning fics i like that happened to have g/t in them…. Then I tell her im writing a fic and she, being an English major, offers to help me proof read. Thing is, it’s a g/t fic…

A choice was made.

Now she’s actively working in a g/t story with me and i need to explain to her what borrowers are and how tiny people would live in our world in secret and isn’t that interesting?

Then I got the brainrot for @fireflywritesgt The Art of Love and War and i need to talk to SOMEONE about it. But this wouldn’t just be another fic that HAPPENS to have g/t in it. The g/t and social politics surrounding it are the whole freaking point! Not only that, this isnt an Ao3 fic… my sideblog would inevitably be found out.

Another choice was made.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago when my sibling and I invite our friends over for a game night. This is the first time I’ve seen bestie in person in since sending her the story link.

And she immediately starts asking me about g/t…

**Screams Internally**

But she really likes it! She started going through the tag and even found g/t art of some of her fave characters. and i was like YES! YOU UNDERSTAND!!

The amount of guts it took for me to admit to her then and there that g/t has been a hyper fixation of mine for as long as i known if not LONGER… ahhhHHHHHHHHH (No joke, this was harder for me then when i told her i was ace/pan)

And that did surprise her. She thought it was was a newbie, nope ive been in this fandom forever.

But i did it! And she knows! And she likes it! And now i have someone in my IRL life i can talk g/t stuff and not feel like a weirdo dancing around a topic im passionate about.

TLDR: Trust ur IRL friends! Its hard, trust me its hard. But tell them your interests!!! The results may surprise you.

The bravest thing someone can do is share their g/t aus with their roommate

[malecfordays]

When the Vice Versa trailer comes out but you're still at work and people ask you what's wrong

[fantasynfiction]

Jeon Yeo Bin’s Instagram Story Update

Translations:

Photo 1

The coffee truck sent by Oh! Our Vincenzo Cassano Joong Ki Senior that the entire Glitch team members were happy about,,,a bingsu truck!!! 

Thank you so so much. 💘💘💘

Photo 2

🖤

Photo 3

This summer’s first bingsu*😋

*Bingsu is a shaved ice dessert that consists of various toppings

Truck Banner

I support (Glitch) Actress Jeon Yeo Bin From Song Joong Ki

OMGOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Credit: Jeon Yeo Bin’s Instagram

[lethal-effect]

i cant deal with this stuff is bev cheating on erlin idk whats going on szdffghjhgfd

[oneformlessblob]

one of the worst things i’ve found out while going on a mental health disorders research dive at three am is finding out about factitious disorder, which is a mental disorder for when a person deceives other people into thinking they’re sick or injured by purposefully gettin sick or injured.

like, okay, thanks, it’s not as if i have enough things to constantly think about at night! i want to stay up wondering if i have factitious disorder or there’s actually something wrong with me! sleep? who needs sleep?

[noonaishere]

Work of Art [J.JH] - one hundred and eighteen | THE PART WHERE YOU LOSE JAEHYUN ON THE SUBWAY

“This is our stop,” you said and got off the train. As you pushed past other people you remembered why you hated Grand Central Station. The doors pinged and closed and you turned around and saw Jaehyun, stuck behind a couple people who had caged him in with their impatience, still on the train. 

“Oh god!”

You tried to text him but remembered that he didn’t have his phone switched to an American carrier for the trip because you’d both decided to just use your phone. It was the one thing he let you do to try and save him money and now you wish you hadn’t.

“Fuck!”

You didn’t know what to do. Your phone seemed to be on the WiFi for the station but you didn’t know if his was since he was in a tunnel now. You texted him frantically to get off at the next station and hoped that it went through and that he saw it.

Or maybe that he’d just be much smarter than you - an idiot human who loses other humans on the train - and would just get off at the next station anyway.

Nervous, you ran to the map on the wall and looked at the stops for the train you’d got off of. Your hands shook, you couldn’t believe you just got Jeong Jaehyun of all fucking people lost on a fucking train on the New York subway system. He was fine, his English was fluent and he wasn’t a stupid person. He was probably fine, he could figure out the train to get back when he got your message, right? He was most likely fine… 

You remembered the Metrocard was in your pocket and you weren’t sure if he had any money on him.

“Fuck!” You said again as you checked which train was leaving that platform next. Fortunately it was making the same stop at the next station as the train Jaehyun was on. You thanked the universe for the concept of redundancy.

You anxiously waited for the train, your brows knit in worriment, your leg bouncing from not being able to just run after him. If you said that you didn’t for a nano second, consider jumping onto the track to run after him when the train pulled away, you’d be lying.

You were currently still thinking about it.

You kicked yourself internally. You brought him here, across the world, made him wait in a stupid park while you got in a fight with your stupid family, and he was so nice and so helpful the whole time - he even bought at snack for you at the airport and ordered room service for both of you - and now you lost him on the fucking train? What was wrong with you? Were you deficient? Did you enjoy being the dumbest person you knew?

Did you want to get rid of him?

But… wait. No.

BUT WAIT, NO.

You didn’t want to get rid of him. You wanted him to stick around. You wanted to be around him more if possible. You wanted to stay with him for forever and see more places with him and meet more friends and text him late at night and first thing in the morning and talk to him on the phone and sit near him and look at flowers together and hold his hand and hug him and maybe even kiss him and--

… Fuck.

Fuck... You liked him.

Of course you liked him. You always liked him. No matter how hard you tried not to, you kept liking him and you couldn’t keep lying to yourself like this.

You liked being near him. You liked having him around. He was just so sweet and smart and cute and helpful and always on your side. He indulged your stupid whims like modeling for you and hiding behind random objects as you tried to get your friends together and he was always so kind and-- and--

YOU LOST HIM. ON A TRAIN. IN A CITY. HE IS NOT FAMILIAR WITH.

You screamed internally.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

For a second you thought you were screaming externally, as the screeching brakes of the approaching train drowned out your internal thoughts. You got on. You checked your phone. You didn’t see a message from him at all. You held onto the pole so hard you thought your knuckles would break the skin and stared out the window into the dark blur of the tunnel wall as you wondered if he even got your message and would he even be at the next station.

Your mind was a stream of curse words and whatever the panicked internal monologue version of a keysmash was... but mostly, it was: FUCK.

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

FUCK--

The train pulled into the next station and the automated voice read out the station name. You didn’t hear it but you knew it was the right one because it could only be the next station. You stood behind a few other people and waited - not at all patiently - and your vision tunneled on the rubber bumpers of the doors as you scanned them for any sense of the release of pressure in the rubber itself that would mean the doors were about to open. When they finally did open after what felt like forever, it took all of your self control not to shove everyone aside like Godzilla rampaging through Tokyo and just explode out of the doors trying to find him.

You let the people in front of you go first.

You hurried out into the station and looked around. He was pretty tall, though there were people in the station taller than him, and so many people on the platform that you couldn’t see past anyone. You wished you were taller so you could see over them--

Assholes, with the audacity to be so tall and in your way. Fucking... goddamnit.

You ran over to a nearby bench and stood on it to see over the crowd--

“Y/n!”

You spun around and teetered as you almost knocked yourself off. “Jaehyun!”

He ran through the crowd towards you. You jumped off the bench and ran through the crowd towards him. When you collided, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held on.

He laughed at your reaction.

“I can’t believe I lost you! I’m so sorry!”

“I’m fine. I got your text. I’m fine.”

“No! I’m so stupid! I can’t believe I almost got you lost in this shithole city when I lov--”

Your hand slapped itself over your mouth automatically, the way one pulls their hand away from a hot stove without thinking. You froze and pulled back. He didn’t want to date anyone-- you knew that.

He looked shocked for a second, eyes wide with confusion.

You hadn't meant to say that and now you'd fucked everything up. Your eyes widened in terror as you could only imagine what horrors would take place in a moment, as he would inevitably tell you that he wasn't interested and you would inevitably break down crying in a subway station that smelled the way all New York City subway stations smelled in the summer. Your eyes stung, though you couldn’t tell if it was from the smell or form the tears you were fighting back.

Back, you fuckers! Not now!

But his expression softened. He smiled. That warm, sweet smile you caught him looking at you with sometimes that made your heart melt and made you want to fall into his arms and also hide your face from how unnaturally pretty he was. You wanted to paint that smile so you could look at it forever. He collected your hands in his and held them for a moment.

“Y/n, I really like you… I have this whole time. Will you go out with me?”

You cried. You felt so silly, but you cried.

“Are you okay?” Confused, his hands came up to hold your face and wiped a tear away.

You nodded. “I’m happy.”

You legs almost gave out from the relief of anxiety and he pulled you into a hug. You laughed tearily in his arms. He laughed as well, both at your reaction and with you. He pulled back to look at you. His eyes scanned your face and fell onto your lips, your faces moved towards each other and you kissed.

Train cars screeched to a halt and passengers disembarked and boarded and shuffled around you.

After a few seconds he pulled away. “I was actually going to ask if you still had the Metrocard.”

You burst out laughing.

He laughed as well. “I’m sorry. I ruined the moment.”

“No, I have it.”

He laughed as he held you and you looked up at him. He was so cute you couldn’t stand it: and those dimples, absolutely blinding; you were under attack by them and thoroughly enjoying it.

And now he had asked you out; not some half-assed word salad, ‘If she says no I can just play it off,’ shit. He had really asked. With a real, unambiguous question and everything.

You smiled at it all, unable to contain how happy you were. Though your eyes were blurry with tears, you gazed up into his: you hadn't been this close to him before and you found yourself realizing what a soft, deep, dark brown his eyes were.

“What?” He asked.

“You’re just-- you’re so pretty.”

He squinted at you, a question, almost.

“Anna said you didn’t want to date anyone.”

“I...” he laughed quietly. “I only said that because the only person I wanted to date was you.”

Your eyes widened.

“Is it so unbelievable?”

“No-- I-- why didn’t you just ask me out?”

“Umm, Johnny and I heard a conversation we shouldn’t have, months ago, between you, Anna, and Eunji.”

You tried to remember what he could be talking about.

“At a cafe off campus?”

“...Oh?”

“You said you didn’t want to date anyone.”

“Oh. Yeah... I mean...” you laughed.

“What?”

“I didn’t want to date anyone because I didn’t want anyone to waste my time.”

He looked at you simply.

“You’ve never wasted my time, Jaehyun. Not for a second.”

Tears rolled down your cheek again but these were different: not tears of panic or of joy, but tears of catharsis. Honesty.

“Any moment spent with you, Jaehyun...”

He wiped a tear away, he own eyes becoming glassy at watching you.

“...any moment was worth it. You’re-- you’re worth it, Jaehyun.”

He smiled, the action sending a tear down his own cheek.

You wiped it away.

“Any moment I spend with you is worth it, as well. Even carrying a delirious you across campus so you can sleep.” He gave you a gentle shake and you laughed at the memory. He smiled.

You covered your eyes and laughed.

“What?”

“I can’t believe we both thought the other didn’t want to date at all.” You laughed again. “We’re so stupid.”

“Well...” He tried to argue.

You implored him with your eyes.

“Maybe a little bit.”

You smiled.

“We can’t help it if we were in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, I was given false information.”

“Clearly we need to take up a complaint with someone.”

You snickered at his joke.

A young man walked over and - whether from not being able to read the room or not caring - asked if you wanted to buy any candy from him. You both shook your head and he walked off.

But that had pulled you out of the romance of the moment, and there was still one thing you wanted to say--

“Can... Can I say it again?”

“What?”

“I want to say it the right way. Not in a panic because I thought I lost you forever, or at least for a few hours.”

“I probably wasn’t very lost to begin with. I could have just walked to a Starbucks and used the wifi to call you.”

You hit him gently. “I was scared.”

He laughed softly. “Fine, then I was lost forever and only you could have saved me.”

You laughed and hit him again.

“I’d love to hear you said it ‘the right way.’“

His eyes, with all their warmth and kindness, almost scared you for a moment as he looked directly into yours. You looked down.

All that was left now was to unfold that thing in your chest, the feelings you had crushed down and stamped down for so long, folded into the tiniest thing you could make them so they wouldn’t take up any space in your mind or your life. You took a deep breath as you tried to let go of that hold. It was okay now, this was Jaehyun you were talking about, the person who’d go out of his way to do anything for you.

As he had amply proved over the past year.

Someone who’d taken care of you when you refused to take care of yourself, someone who was always on your team even if your team was deliriously yelling at someone after months of withstanding all their abuse, someone who helped you go back home - so you could confirm that your shitty family was still shitty - without even having to be asked for help.

He just...

Cared.

All you ever wanted was someone who cared.

Without prompting, you could feel that folded and pressed thing in your chest open, all the pressure releasing and the feelings that had been kept inside to develop like a stunted plant that was kept away from sunlight and water; you felt them bloom into the warmth you felt every time you were around him. What you had been trying to hold back this whole time. The very thing you had tried so hard for months not to admit.

You looked up at him, your cheeks tear stained and your eyes still wet from the release of emotion.

“Jaehyun, I--”

He smiled.

“I love you.”

His smile broadened, his dimples popping off like fireworks. You couldn’t help yourself and you poked a finger into one and giggled. He laughed and leaned his forehead against yours as he hugged you.

“I love you too.”

You couldn’t help yourself but laugh again through the tears, both from all the feelings you refused to let yourself feel over the past almost year. He hugged you tighter.

You pulled back. “Kiss me again?”

His smiled wide. “Of course.”

The subway was hot and muggy and dirty and all the worst parts of New York City in the summer - everything you were more than happy to leave behind - but you didn’t even care, because Jaehyun was holding you in his arms like you were the most precious thing in the world and kissing you like you were the only person that ever mattered.

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[ripplestitchskein]

AHHHHHHHHHHHH I’m still screaming internally over EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN THAT LIKE LAST HOUR AND A HALF.

[monstrouscatgirl]

the fact that my little sisters like that fuckin wall ass giant anime has almost always got me screaming internally, and I'm just like ahhhhhhhhhhhh