#And that SHOULD make it easier but it DOESN'T

[dragonoftheshadows]

I too, am angry. Yes, communication is easier... but it's communication of EVERYTHING. Lies, truths, doesn't matter - its everywhere and everyone is seeing it. To use the internet is to be bombarded by these things.

What the internet has done that hasn't eradicated fascism is ruined many people's ability to check the truth of things. How often do you see something on the internet and stop to check if it's real before liking/reblogging/commenting? I certainly don't always do so, even if I try to be careful.

People have the power to anonymously say things they might never hope to say out loud, and people can be carried away by the ability to anonymously support these things. I'm not saying anonymity is bad, per se, but this is definitely a factor.

Then you can have people - let's use Donald Trump for example - who can peddle a lie and have literally millions of people believe it before it is disproved. Take the dogs and cats one, right- he was claiming, if you don't know, that Haitian refugees were eating people's pets. That lie was first picked up by the MAGA people, sure, but carried by loads of people who weren't in that group. Even once it was disproved, there are still people who think that's true.

Common sense could tell you that, from a man with Trump's views, this would be a lie, but even just 5 minutes of googling at the time told you the truth, too. Think about where you get most of your news info from, where do you get most of your political knowledge?

Even if people sound politically knowledgeable or are usually honest/correct/reasonable, they are still fallable, ghey could make a mistake or they could have a very specific set of views on one topic and so on. I include myself in this, by the way. I make mistakes, I forget to go to a reputable source, I don't remember to check my facts. Go look up everything I say in this post and let me know if I got it wrong.

And, for news sites... is it a reputable one? Are they usually correct with info? Are they biased left or right? Who funds them? (In other words, regarding this last one, do they have an agenda that could affect what news they produce?) It's a bit of work, but this the world, this is people's lives we are affecting.

Now, back to Trump and his lie about the Haitian people. That's clearly a racist attack on these people and their culture, specifically what foods they might or might not eat. By the way, from a quick internet search, it's nothing that should make people from the US (Listen, I forgot the word for this general culture) uncomfortable, by which I mean nothing they themselves wouldn't eat.

Trump didn't even care whether they ate those animals AT ALL, which is how you know this was a racist attack on their culture and not an honest mistake - it wouldn't have been a mistake anyway coming from him, but I'm trying to be politically neutral here. That took me not even 30 seconds of common sense and a quick squizz at the internet to figure out.

Wake up people. This is what is destroying the world.

TLDR: many people no longer properly understand how to find a reputable source and think critically about whether things are true, in part thanks to the internet. This makes it impossible to eradicate things such as fascism. It makes it easier for people with extreme views to gain support and get into power, even if some (or many) of those supporters don't fully understand or believe in those peoples ideas.

I'm very angry that fascism is possible in a world after the invention of the internet. communication has never been easier and hating fascists is supposed to be a commonly accepted and widespread belief. this is extremely frustrating

[lila-went-missing]

Hiii, saw you wanted some requests for Sevika and I've had this idea bubbling up for a while. Imagine Vika with a reader that's normally experienced, yk has fucked one or two people before and it's not a sex god, and they're growing insecure about sevika never starting intimacy even after months of dating, so they think it's because they're not as good as the girl's she's been with before. Idk just thought that'd be good

I'm kind of obsessed with this, ngl. This isn't the first smut that I've written but it is the first smut that I've posted on here so feedback is always appreciated. Y'all will never guess... it's not proofread. Again. Enjoy my lovelies! X

Warnings: Smut (obviously), mild angst but nothing too horrible, mentions of body image issues but readers body type isn't specified or described.

Fem reader, of course, with female genitalia.

At first, you didn't think anything of it. She probably just wanted to take things slow with you. You weren't as experienced as her so she probably wanted to take her time.

That made sense for a while.

But now, after eight months together, you haven't had sex once. More importantly, she hasn't initiated it.

Realistically, you know that it's fine. There's plenty of reasons as to why nothing has happened so far. But that voice in the back of your head is doing a fantastic job of convincing you otherwise.

Sevika was kind of a sex symbol before you two got together.

She'd been with countless women, she was a regular at Babbettes. Her name was uttered on the streets like a sacred prayer.

You, on the other hand, have only been with two people: your ex, and a drunken one night stand that was less than satisfactory. So you did have sexual experience, but not nearly as much as her.

Honestly, it's starting to worry you.

Did she not like you? Was she not physically attracted to you? Was there something wrong with your body? Were you not showing enough skin?

Thoughts plagued your mind night and day. You were stuck in constant turmoil. It was impossible to stop your own brain once it got going.

It was taking everything in you to focus on the stove and not burn dinner.

You flinch at the sound of the door closing. Heavy footsteps sound through the house, approaching the kitchen.

Sevikas thick arms wrap around your midsection, her face making home in the side of your neck. For a long time, she doesn't say anything. The only sounds come from the meat sizzling in your pan. Moments like this make it easier to not think about the painful lack of aw sex life between you two.

Her lips purse, pressing small kisses against your skin. She hums against your neck.

"What are you cooking doll?" Her voice is muffled against your flesh but you understand her all the same.

"Spaghetti." You feel her smile.

"My favorite.." She mumbles. You hum a small "Mhm" before focusing back on the seasoned beef and water you're waiting for to boil. Her arms tighten ever so slightly, one hand slipping under your shirt. Her thumb caresses your bare skin.

It should be sweet but it really just drives the nail into the coffin for you.

Your voice comes out before you can stop it.

"Why won't you have sex with me?" You regret it the moment it leaves your mouth.

"I- woah, what? Doll what do you mean?" She honestly sounds baffled.

"Forget I said anything, please. It doesn't matter."

Her hands gently grab your shoulders, turning you around.

"No way. What are you talking about?"

You shake your head. "It's stupid.."

"It's not stupid if it's bothering you." She reassures you.

"It's just, we've been together for eight months, and we practically live together. But we haven't done anything. I know you don't have an issue having sex because half the undercity talks about how good you are and I just don't understand. Is there something wrong with me? Am I not appealing to yo-" Your rant is cut off by her lips. Her hands are holding you like glass, one on your cheek, one curled around your hip.

"There is nothing wrong with you." Her voice comes out as a soft whisper. "I'm sorry I made you feel like there was. I just knew that you don't have as much experience as I do. I didn't want you to feel rushed, or forced."

"Rushed? No, you could never.. I thought you just didn't want me that way." She immediately shakes her head. She kisses you again, more urgently this time.

Her hands grab anywhere they can, pulling you in. They're on your hips, waist, groping your ass.

"I do want you." Then they're picking you up and lifting you on the counter. "Let me show you how much I want you?" All you can do is nod as her lips trail down your neck. Her touch dances over your body, removing your top.

Her mouth follows soon after, sucking dark bruises into the skin on your neck and chest. She takes a nipple in her mouth and swirls her tongue around it. A low whimper leaves your mouth at the new, but not unpleasant, sensation.

Her right hand copies her tongue's motions on the other, pinching and pulling. Your body trembles against the counter with need.

She moves away from your breasts, kissing and licking down your stomach to your navel. Her hands unbutton your pants. She looks up at you as she lowers herself to her knees, silently asking for permission. You nod your head. You don't trust your voice. Your pants are off in seconds and thrown somewhere in the kitchen that you'll worry about later.

Her hand splays across your stomach and gently pushes you to lay against the tile. It's cold against your bare and burning skin, your back arching off of it but she keeps your hips pinned down.

You gasp as her teeth nip at the skin of your thigh. A breathy laugh leaves her.

"Shut up.." You mutter.

"Didn't say anything."

Your eyes roll in fake annoyance but you don't get the chance to reply as the cold air hits your bare cunt. Her thumbs pull your lips apart, admiring the sight before her.

"Fuck doll, you're so wet. All of this for me?" Her voice is husky between your legs and it stirs something delicious in your belly.

"Yes, all for you Sev.." She chuckles. Her teeth take the hem of your panties and drag them down your legs. She kisses your hips and navel, sucking hickies and marking you as hers.

"Please, Vika. Need you.." You whine. You can't bring yourself to care about how desperate you sound. You're sure that you look even more so from her position.

It seems, though, that your prayers have been answered because as soon as the words leave your mouth hers is back on you. This time it's between your legs.

She licks a long stripe up your pussy before stopping to suck your clit into her mouth. A loud moan reverberates from your chest as you lean your head back into the counter. Her tongue kitten licks at the bud before suckling on it like shes trying to nurse herself.

You've had people eat you out before but never this well. You don't think it could get better than this.

She moves down, opting to fuck you with her tongue instead. You definitely understand the appeal now. You've given yourself plenty of orgasms but this is the fastest one has risen before.

She feels it in the way you clench around her tongue and moves back to your clit. Her fingers fill up the now empty space, fucking into you in a gently but rough way only she could manage.

She's eating you like a woman starved and with the lack of sex the two of you have had she may as well be. If you didn't know better you might think this is her last meal.

Gasps and whimpers leave your mouth in a desperate way you can't stop.

"Fuck Sev.. ngh~ m'gonna cum, please.."

She smirks against you once more, speeding up her ministrations.

"Come on my tongue baby, make a mess on me." Her voice is muffled against you cunt, vibrations travel through your clit with her words.

You last maybe thirty seconds longer, hand tangled in her hair, before releasing over her tongue.

She laps you up, milking you for all that you're worth. She's never tasted anything more delicious. Her mouth doesn't let up until your whimpering from the overstimulation and pushing her head away.

She looks you in the eye as she sucks her fingers clean before kissing back up your body. Her lips lock onto yours and you can still taste yourself on her tongue. It makes your head spin in a way you've never felt before.

When you come back to earth, her hand is running through your hair.

"I'm sorry I made you believe that I didn't want to do that." She mumbles. "But now I may need it to be a daily thing." You giggle at her words.

"It's okay. I wouldn't mind honestly." She helps you sit up, a large hand cupping your cheek. "You didn't get to cum.." You whisper as you lean in closer.

"Don't worry about me, I'll get my fill later." The look on her face tells you that this isn't over. "I'm going to change out of these clothes. You just worry about dinner okay?" She slips your panties back on along with your shirt.

You nod, sliding off the counter. You wince at the mess you made but she's already wiping it up. Her lips meet your temple as she mutters a low, "I love you."

"I love you more." She shakes her head, chuckling before walking back to her room. You feel much better now, and you really can't wait for what she meant by "later".

[blackbirdsblackberries]

Can you kill yourself already? Yoi suck at writing. Itd be better if you didnt waste your skills on doing this garvage. In fact, im sure you could go into sex workN id be more than happy to fuck you dumb. Lesbian my ass. You clearly need a good fucking to get your head back in order alien. Ive heard illegals would sell their body to stay in america maybe you should eotp wasting your time with writing and focus on finding a smart man to keep you iñ america. Plus you cant spell for shit and your grammar sucks.

The utter hypocrisy! Oh my god!

First off, if you're going to judge how I spell and use grammar maybe you should look over your ask first. But let's break this down, yeah?

No, I won't kill myself. Good question!

I am FAR from perfect at writing, I know, I can think of over five other authors that are better than me. That doesn't mean the hate is justified, people get better through practice.

I am confused about the part where you said "if you didnt waste your skills on doing this garvage" what skills am I wasting? You said I suck at writing which means I don't have the skills for it. You're contradicting yourself.

The whole sentence after that had my jaw on the floor. For context, I am still underage. I also am not interested in that area of work - personally I don't have any problems with it, so long as people are doing so consensually and it's not illegal then make that bank. If you hate me so much then why would you love to do as you said?? You wouldn't fuck someone you hated - especially after you admit you want me to kill myself.

The next couple sentences are a whirlwind. I am not an "alien", no one is actually but thats a whole different topic I don't want to get into. I don't think it is my place to get into it anyway. I don't live in America, surprise surprise, people can exist outside of the United States! Also I do doubt people are full on selling their bodies to stay in America. The tragedy that is going on over there is not capable of being solved in that way (again, I wont get into detail, its not my place nor is it the time currently). You say I should find a smart man as though you are one. If you were actually smart this hate comment would be so much easier to read and comprehend - not to mention it just wouldn't exist to begin with. You would have just blocked me.

This ask here is one I definitely wanted to discuss but there are more:

[96z]

hiiii carats! i am raffling off a bunch of seventeen goodies to raise money for @kimhojin <3 rin has been going through chemo which has caused her some pretty painful side effects that she now requires medication to deal with, which isnt cheap. she is selling some of her merch if you are interested but absolutely nobody should have to sell their things to be without pain so my hope is to lift that burden.

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if you can't pitch in please do reblog to boost!

[goatgoesmbe]

When you're divorced to Price, you're not divorced to the team

Johnny still tried and invite you to everything they're doing, whether it is some kind of celebration or simple hangout.

And you felt rude to deny it, just because you're divorced.. doesn't mean you should stop having mutual friends with your ex-husband right?

Kyle still texted you from time to time, asking if you baked anything today. Making not so subtle hints of him- and the others, missing your baking.

So you visited their base, carrying a box of cupcakes in the rec room as you watched them demolish your work- oh god the cupcake wrap isn't edible Johnny.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw John walking past the door. You didn't know why, but you did save one cupcake. So as the others were occupied, you snuck away to put it on his desk.

And Simon?

Well.. before you were divorced, John used to make him keep an eye on you since he was too busy with work. Being your guard dog when you hang out around the base, or to take care of stuff if you have any trouble at home.

Like right now.

"Simon, i'm so, sorry about this- i already called a plumber and for some reason they canceled last minute, and I just can't wait another day to get it fixed-" You rambled as you watched him look at what's wrong with your washing machine, days worth of laundry piling up near it.

"It's alright" He simply responded. "Don't bother calling them next time, you have me" he added.

Then there's Laswell.

You've always got along so well with her, so it wasn't a surprise when she invited you to a ceremony where she would renew her vow with her wife.

It's been a while since you doll up properly and wear a dress. But you try to not feel self-conscious as you stepped out of your car. You didn't want to give your ex-husband the satisfaction. You wanted to look fine, more than fine, like the divorce didn't affect you.

It was easier said than done with the way you could feel his eyes from across the room as you tried to ignore him and focus on your conversation with Kate and her wife.

Goddamn, can he stop that, he's really making you nervous.

Sighing, you took a sip of a champagne that was served. Maybe the alcohol would help.

...

You woke up with a throbbing headache and turned your head to groan at the fluffy pillow. Fuck, you drank too much.

Opening your eyes slowly, you blinked when you saw a figure lying beside you.

John.

John?!

Your head throbbed even more when you sat up too fast. Looking under the blanket, you sighed when you see that you're clothed at least. Even though it wasn't the dress you wore last night.

Sighing, your gaze shifted to the man beside you and took in the scene that was too familiar to you once upon a time.

Against your better judgement, you laid back down. And for some reason, you didn't move away when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist.

Why were you divorced again?

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

What if you did find Jason at arkam asylum? What if you tried to save him and succeeded? How would that alter his AK mindset?

What I'm really curious about is if you got caught. Joker would obviously use you to his advantage. Poor Jason would be devastated. (Once he's lucid enough, which the Joker would probably make happen.) But! As AK isn't that what he wanted? For you so find him? Did he really expect little old you to pull it off?

I only see you as stumbling upon Jason in an emotional search. Still relatively thought out, but nothing like... Batman approved. You know? You probably had a fight or are avoiding Bruce altogether because you know he would tell you no/stop you.

Gosh, the drama! I have a cold and it is way past my bedtime. You have entered orangutan's sleep deprived angsty mind...

-🦧

Been thinking about this one so hard!!

Overall, I don't think you finding and saving him changes AK's mindset that much. You found him, yes, you did what no one else could. But every one else? They failed. Batman, the one who he swore would come save him, still never showed up. So do his plans change? No, he still wants to make Bruce pay, still wants Gotham under his heel to show that he can win. The Arkham Knight still wants his revenge.

I think, once he's free from the Asylum, he's probably softer to you when you're alone. He's more loyal (in a sense) and trusts you to come and go as you please. You've proven yourself to him, after all. He'd give you roles and responsibilities in the militia too, if you'd like.

But if you get captured along side him? Once he realizes you're not a hallucination? Every thing gets so much worse. He's harder and easier all at once to break with you there. He gives into everything quicker to try and spare you any pain, but that spark in his eyes? It lingers far longer than it should– than it would– if you weren't there.

You definitely didn't have a plan when you went to look for him, no back-ups or failsafes, you were just desperate. So, there's no one coming for you– either of you.

But you did find him, even if you didn't save him. And while this doesn't change anything, he won't forget it. He won't forget that you found him, and in doing so got yourself hurt right along side him. It breaks something in him, I think. It makes him heavy with more guilt, more anger, more violence.

None of this fixes anything, but I think it makes him weak to you– weaker than he already was. That guilt, that bond you have now (because no one else knows what you two went through) means he listens to you. No matter what you say, what you ask for, whether he agrees or not, he listens to what you say. (and if you say to burn Arkham, to burn Gotham and all her rot to the ground, he will)

[gluttonousgoddess]

As a simple example, that 8 glasses of water thing was a lie spread by scientists that were partnered with Gatorade. Just drink when you're thirsty.

Diamonds and bacon are in a similar boat. People love them mostly because of advertisements. That's why diamonds cost so much, too! Now, granted, gems are pretty, and bacon tastes good, but the ads did more harm than good.

And cutting calories doesn't work because calories are just how much energy it takes to boil it in water, and your body runs to use whatever nutrients it can when it has a deficit. It's not uncommon for it to eat at your muscles and other soft tissues instead of fat. As ironic as it is for someone like me to say, the best diet for losing weight is a balanced one. Sugar is the main issue, btw, not fat. In fact, fat is healthy for you, gets turned into lipids which can be beneficial for brain health. Now that doesn't mean you should just eat fat, it's all about balance and moderation. Grease is in a similar vein, it's not quite the best for you but a bit here and there won't kill you. And frankly, a bit of a belly is good for humans, it protects the body from bludgeoning and slashing damage. Sure, it'll hurt like hell, but you're more likely to get a punctured innards or have them fall out if you are thin than if you have some fat blocking the way. The main danger is the oily fat that surrounds organs, not the kind that covers your body. External is fine, internal is dangerous.

Then there's the BRAT diet. While it is easier on your digestive system, it can actually make diarrhea WORSE because the food is so soft it leaves acid left over. Same with grapes and meal substitute drinks. Especially meal substitute drinks! Liquid diets in general do this, but these are the worst because you drink enough to fill your stomach, prompting it to generate acid...for something that is pretty much already digested...I think you see the problem.

Everyone knows cold helps with swelling. Problem is, swelling is important for recovery, and putting ice on it actually slows recovery down. You actually want to put warmth on it! You want more blood to the area, because it brings nutrients and cells that fight infections.

As well, everyone knows to use IcyHot, right? Wrong, the chemicals used to make that work, especially the stuff that directly puts it on your body like the rollers, actually damages your skin and can lead to skin cancer!

And then there's Red 40. A synthetic chemical that also gives cancer!

Everyone knows you have to cook meat. Problem is, the smoke and char that can cause leads to cancer too. Not the meat itself, though. And I still don't trust any meat that isn't well done. Way too risky. You do know there can be germs inside the meat, right?

Everyone knows vaping is supposed to be a safe alternative to smoking. Problem is, water vapor in the lungs can easily lead to mold and infections. And the nicotine is so concentrated it's actually worse than cigarettes!

And my personal favorite, everyone knows Pokemon Gen 1 was held together with duct tape and dreams, except the glitches actually occur due to them using things to make other things happen. For example, having the name "Old Man" show up is done by storing your name in the town Pokemon tables. Those get reset when you enter a new route. But the area by the islands are coded to be water tiles within the city in the English versions. Not an issue, just program an encounter table for them...oh, right, since it's an English oversight, there was never an intended table. Really the easy fix would have been to extend the routes to include those edges. But yea, the reality is that the games did so much with what they had that hiccups occur. Same with Gen 2, that's why you can get a Celebi by using Beat Up, same index number. Gen 3 they got enough space to not have to be bleeding edge, so their glitches are from things interacting in ways nobody expected, like Glitzer Popping.

So yea, there's nothing wrong with fact checking "common knowledge", because we learn new things all the time. Common knowledge could easily be lies, or misunderstandings, or assumptions.

[kittendreaw]

Actor! Satoru x F! Reader.

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Pt.2

Satoru was on top of the world, he was the prince of Hollywood, the new heartthrob of the big screen, sounds fantastic, doesn't it?

It was for everyone except you, his poor manager, the only reason you haven't quit is because of how ridiculously good the pay is.

"Just Please make my job easier Satoru." You couldn't help but be frustrated, Dealing with Satoru was sometimes like dealing with a spoiled brat and sometimes it was just worse.

"Well, I'll pay you for that."

"You pay me to be your manager, not your babysitter so please stay here and cooperate."

And of course he didn't because it was complicated, no matter how long he had been in the industry he was still a pain in the ass for assistants, makeup artists, directors, photographers, etc. Basically anyone who had the misfortune to work with him.

It was always the same, you should be used to it by now but it was impossible.

"What do you mean you're not going to come with me?"

"It's not that hard to understand."

He rolled his eyes while his arms crossed over his chest. No matter your size or how high your heels are, Satoru was simply giant in front of you. "Don't be a Smartass, Yn, you're my manager, you have to come with me."

"Nanami will do the job of going with you that night."

"but I don't want Nanami! "

"I'll be busy with some paperwork that night."

" Well, have Nanami do the paperwork and you come with me."

" It's not that easy."

Yes, it was that easy but you hated big events and going to the Oscars was torture for you, you had managed to get away on most occasions but Satoru was getting more and more insistent.

"Why?"

You let out a sigh, you could make up as many excuses as you could he just always kept asking.

"Satoru, look, I don't want to go."

"Why?"

"I don't know I just-" You could deal with people, that was no longer the problem but you still don't get used to all the cameras ready to capture every second.

"Why do you mean? It's not that hard, you just have to get pretty and come with me, you can do that."

"But I don't want."

"But you don't want." He repeated, clearly he was not happy and clearly not the day was not going to end without him getting what he wanted. There was a pause in which no one said anything. "I'm your boss, you can't tell me no."

"You should review workers' rights, Satoru."

"Dammit." He muttered. "Just say yes, please. I swear it won't be so terrible, besides I already bought you a dress, it would be rude of you to refuse it."

A pair of puppy eyes and a few more pleas and just as he wanted it, there you were with the pretty burgundy dress, the high black heels and gloves of the same color.

"Look at you, you are beautiful."

Satoru approached you, observing every detail of your appearance. It was true that the dress was pretty and that the makeup artist had done an excellent job, but you couldn't help but make your stomach churn every time you remembered the place you were going.

"But I know how to do it even better."

Satoru called one of the attendants who held out a box from which he pulled out a diamond necklace. It was beautiful and also damn expensive, it was the kind of thing you'd never pay for but always admire from afar. Satoru put it around your neck giving the final touch to your look that night.

"I-" It was too much for you, you couldn't accept it.

"Not a single word, tonight you have to stand out, after all you are my date." You felt your soul leave your body for a few seconds, you had planned to stay as hidden as you could but Satoru wanted you next to him posing for the cameras, this was definitely too much, much more than you were ready to do, you couldn't, Your mind was only thinking about all the negative possibilities this could bring and all the embarrassing things you could do. You wanted to throw up, was it too late to get back to the paperwork plan?

"What?"

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ɴᴏ ᴘᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ

…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘣𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘢!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘧𝘵. 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯

It’s just after school when Matt finds Goldie by her locker. He can’t help but linger, hands shoved in his pockets, trying to buy himself time to figure out how to say something casually. His feet shift on the worn linoleum, as he half-listens to her talk about her day. There’s a quiet kind of pressure in his chest, like he’s holding his breath, unsure how to let it out.

It’s stupid, really. Why does he feel like this? It’s just Goldie. She’s just… Goldie. And yet, something about the thought of asking her over feels bigger than it should.

Matt hadn’t planned on inviting her. Not really. The thought lingers somewhere in the back of his mind, like a song he can’t quite remember the lyrics to, but it only slips out as she closes the locker door.

She observes him from the corner of her eye… hands in his pockets, eyes on the scuffed tile floor like he’s debating saying anything at all. She doesn’t push, just lets the silence linger, stretching like seafoam thinning against the shore.

"Do you, um," He exhales sharply, shoving his fingers through his hair. "Wanna come over later? For a movie or something. I got ramen. The good kind."

She blinks, not because she’s surprised, though she is, a little, but because the idea of stepping into Matt’s world, past the cliffs and the walks home and the sun-bleached edges of their conversations, feels... significant.

He feels his pulse pick up. Did that sound okay? Was that too much?

Goldie doesn’t say anything right away. She just smiles that small, knowing smile, and it makes his chest tighten in a way he can’t fully explain. He tries to cover it up by looking anywhere but her.

“You got the good kind?" she echoes, grinning. "That’s a big claim."

His mouth quirks at the corner. "Would I lie?"

Her grin grows, and he feels like he might actually be able to breathe again.

“There’s this movie,” he adds, adjusting the strap of his bag, trying not to fidget. “Thought you might like it.” The words come out easier now, like he’s trying to convince himself as much as her.

Goldie’s eyes flick up from the little doodles on her notebook that she drew earlier, interest sparking. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Matt swallows. “You could come over. If you want.”

Goldie smiles, a quiet thing, but she doesn’t make him wait for an answer. “Okay.”

And just like that, the knot in his chest loosens, but the feeling lingers. The weight of what he almost said, of what he didn’t... of what they both probably already know but haven’t said out loud.

And that’s how they end up here, cross-legged on the floor of Matt’s room, the glow of his old TV flickering against the walls. He’s already got water boiling in the kitchen, the light catching on the steam as he rifles through a cabinet.

"No peeking," he says when she tries to glance over his shoulder.

Goldie rolls her eyes but obediently turns away, wandering toward the small TV in the living room. A stack of DVDs sits on the table... old animated films, some classics, a few she doubts would be her cup of tea.

"Alright," Matt calls after a few minutes. "Close your eyes, Goldie."

She laughs. "What?"

"Just do it."

She does, crossing her arms as she hears him moving around, the sound of bowls being set down and chopsticks clicking together. Then, finally:

"Okay. Open."

She cracks an eye open, then the other, staring down at the bowl he’s placed down. Ramen—steaming, golden broth, soft-boiled egg, a neat little pile of scallions. And tucked right in the middle, a slice of ham.

Her breath catches, just for a second.

"Matt."

He shrugs, sitting down beside her with his own bowl. "Thought you’d like some ham."

Something warm settles in her chest, nestled between nostalgia and something new. She doesn't say anything, just picks up her chopsticks and takes a careful sip, the heat curling into her like a tide rolling in.

Beside her, Matt leans back against the couch, eyes flicking between Goldie and the TV screen as the opening credits begin to roll.

Goldie picks up the DVD cover and squints at it. “Sooo what is this?”

Matt shrugs, fighting the urge to say too much. “It’s a comedy. Action. Cult classic.”

Her lips curl into a smile, but there’s a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “I’m interested. But, just so you know, I’ve seen a lot of movies.”

Matt grins, feeling a spark of mischief. “We’ll see.”

Goldie smiles, just a little, tilting her head, and lets the movie play.

As it does, Matt watches her more than the screen, her genuine amusement filling the room like a warm, quiet storm. She doesn’t even try to hide the way she’s leaning forward, completely absorbed by how absurd it is.

When Goldie goes to pick up her chopsticks at one point, her fingers brush against Matt’s. She pauses for a moment, her cheeks warming at the unexpected contact, and she clumsily adjusts her grip, carefully setting the chopsticks back down. It’s a small, almost imperceptible moment, but for Goldie, whose fingers are usually busy with some new craft, it feels different somehow. She gives a quiet laugh to herself, brushing it off, but the flutter in her chest stays with her for a few beats before she looks back at the screen.

The scene on the screen in front of her is so ridiculous that Goldie bursts into laughter, the sound warm and genuine, making Matt feel a little lighter too. Her laughter lingers in the space between them, the way her shoulders shake and her hair bounces slightly as she laughs. He can’t help but chuckle with her, the moment comfortable but a little charged. When they both quiet down, their eyes meet and hold for just a heartbeat longer than usual. Goldie’s smile is small but soft, and Matt’s gaze is steady but not quite as guarded as usual, the space between them feeling a little more open now.

After a particularly ridiculous sequence involving a helicopter being used as a makeshift ramp for a car chase, Goldie lets out another laugh that’s half incredulous, half delighted. She turns to Matt with wide eyes. “Okay. I admit defeat. I did not expect this.”

Matt’s grin softens, his heart skipping a beat at the way her laughter fills the room. “I knew you’d like it.”

Goldie huffs a little, clearly entertained, but there’s something else there now… a shift in the air between them. The movie’s absurdity has somehow pulled them closer, both in their shared enjoyment and in the quiet way they now seem to understand each other, in a way that hasn’t quite been said out loud yet.

Outside, the waves have calmed.

thank u rose for the dividers ! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: ham. second to last fluffy thing before true angst sets in. please send me asks abt these two 🫶🏻

taglist: @blushsturns @sturnslutz @snoopychris @sturnshood @sturns-mermaid @shadowthesim237 comment to be added/removed from this au's taglist!

cya next time!!!

[krystella-shifts]

All things˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌟₊˚ʚ 🌸 ₊˚ Visualisation˚˖𓍢ִ໋₊˚ʚ₊˚

Visualisation whether you're using it for shifting , manifesting, or to distract yourself while inducing the void state. It doesn't matter if you're manifesting LOVE, MONEY, FAME. or wtv This post will help ya

This will make visualisation much more effortless and fun instead of stressful and forceful

Struggling with visualisation? Here's why:

If you're the perfectionist type of person, you're probably overthinking it, trying to make it perfect, "this exactly greenish-blue curtain with white flowers pattern is spread 57% beside my window", visualising EVERY detail, like your subconscious will get it wrong if you don't or something. is someone holding a gun to your head 😭 like calm down, You're supposed to relax, let yourself, your mind freely play around with it! YOUR MIND KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT. Trust yourself.

When you let your mind be free, let it play around you might even get ideas and clarity! For example, like when I let my mind wander I got a better idea of how I want one of my DR bedroom to be, i didn't thought about curtains and plants but my mind suddenly showed my the image and it was SO PERFECT AJAJSH like yes bish that's exactly what I want! So I got this idea because I wasn't forcing anything, any picture. So your mind knows even better.

⟡☾How to make your visualization better☽⟡

So, you’re trying to visualize your dream life, but the image keeps going blurry like a bad WiFi connection? Don’t worry, bestie I got you. 😔💅🏻 Here’s how to level up your visualization game so your manifestations hit different.

• Details?

It's definitely better to visualise in details like for shifting, the colour of the walls, the feel of the sheets. and for manifesting, if you're manifesting df let's say, visualising looking in the mirror, your lips shape, etc. But you don't have to cuz there's no right or wrong way. You should do what works for you the best. Don't put pressure on yourself.

If someone has trouble seeing the image with details, it's okay to not worry about the details, you can use other senses, like how it feels, smells. That brings me to our next pointtt

• Engage all your senses (Because Your Brain is Dramatic Like That)

If you can’t see the image clearly, FEEL it, get THE FEELS. Hear it. Smell it. Taste it (only if applicable, pls🫢😭).

Don’t just see it—feel the emotions, hear the sounds, smell the scents, and touch the textures, that it feels SUPER real.

Example: If manifesting money, imagine holding crisp bills, hearing them rustle, and feeling the excitement. (I can smell it rn 😤💸 all this bread so yummy yeah)

• Can't hold the image?

use motion not just still images. (cuz I wanna see it in 3d, in motion), It used to happen to me too, i picture something and it start to fade or get blurry. But in that case i realised it's easier to hold it if it's a moving scene, like a scenario. Instead of holding a still image, visualise a small scene. Static images fade, but movement keeps them alive. Movement makes it real. ✨

• Embody the Feeling NOW

Don’t just think about it—feel like it’s already yours. (Spoiler alert: it is). 🥚🥚ample, If u r manifesting confidence, being a pretty little risky baddie, visualize yourself walking tall, speaking smoothly, and radiating certainty. 🤌🏻✨

• Repeat & Reinforce

Wonder why sats work so well? Visualization is most effective when done consistently. Try visualizing for a few minutes every morning or before bed when your mind is most receptive. so like my girl says it, DON'T STOP AND JUST REPLAY, REPLAY-AY - iykyk,iyk,lmk cuz Lee know >:)

I feel i ATE with this one. I hope this helps you pookie!!~ (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ lmk and remember ALL THE GIRLS ARE GIRLING GIRLING (the amount of kpop refrences in this post MUHAHAH) if you get all the references ily

[cainsau]

I loves your other soldier boy fic please make another one

Tech Savvy || The Boys Imagine

(Platonic) Soldier Boy x GN!Reader

Summary: To make communications easier, the team agreed to get Soldier Boy a smart phone. You were tasked to teach him how to use it.

Warning: none, just a bit of swearing and fun stuff

Author's Note: Thank you! I'm glad you loved it! I know its been a long while since you sent the request (forgive me, i've been busy😔), and this is a little short but i hope you also enjoy this one :]

Masterlist

"Alright, so, this is my phone number." You point to the screen where your phone number was listed on its contact list. "Every phone number is unique, and this one belongs to my phone. If you-"

"Yeah, yeah." Soldier Boy interrupts, rolling his eyes. "I know what a telephone number is. I'm not THAT old."

You chuckle playfully, then continue to explain what the symbols on the screen mean, and how to type using the touch screen, which he seems to struggle a little bit, considering how small the keyboard is compared to his fingers.

"Now, let's try it." You stand up from your seat, "I'm going to the next room, and you should text me."

"No, we don't need to do that."

"Yes. Yes, we do."

"I told you i got it. I'm not some idiot."

"If you truly get it, then you wouldn't mind if we try it out, then, right? Unless you can't do it and that's why you're avoiding to practice it." You give him a look.

"Fine."

You leave, and go to another room. As you sit down on a chair, a notification pops up. He successfully sent you a message.

SB: Bastard You: Wow thanks :) You: Try giving me a call now

You wait patiently. It takes a whole minute for him to remember where the call button is. Eventually, the notification pops up, and you answer the call.

"Congratulations!" You say to him through the phone. "I guess you're not as tech illiterate as i thought."

"Of fucking course, i know how telephones work. We had it too back then."

"Oh, really? How about you video call me right now then?" You challenge him with a grin, though he can't see it. If he really was listening to your explanation earlier, he should know how to do it too.

A while later, the video notification appears, and you accepted the request. The live feed of his face suddenly fills your screen.

"See? I told you, i'm not an idiot."

You nod in approval, giving him a playful frown, "Maybe i underestimated you."

"You fuckin' did. Now what?"

"End the call, and i'll go over there."

He doesn't say another word, and ends the call. You get up, heading back to the room he's in, and find him still in his seat.

"What else do you want?" He asks in annoyance.

"Oh, nothing. Just making sure that you have all our contacts." You go over to him and look through his contact list. "Also, do you have any questions?"

"No."

"Okay then," you give him the phone back, and turn around about to leave, "I'll see ya later."

"Wait." He stops you.

"Yes, my lovely student?"

"First, don't call me that." He cringes at you, which makes you laugh. "And second, i saw that Asian kid playing games on the phone. How can i do that?"

"Oh, just go to the app store. You can get some games and other stuff from there."

"The what?"

"The app store."

"Alright." He stands up and starts putting on his jacket. You watch as he heads towards the door.

Confused, you ask him, "Where are you going?"

"The app store."

[simplemindedmockingjay]

Was I supposed to feel any warm fuzzies when Yotha and his mum had their reconciliation moment?? Cause I sure as shit didn't... I hate the mum more than ever after this scene because it's even more evident to me now that she doesn't care about her relationship with her sons, she just cares about her own comfort.

She's only been so focused on fixing things with Yotha because he's loud and abrasive in his dislike of her, and that makes her life harder because she can't ignore it. But look at the others.

Newton is completely emotionally disconnected and apathetic. He takes the news that his mother is moving roughly 6000 miles away with the same level of emotion you'd give a casual acquaintance, with "well if I'm ever in your neck of the woods we should catch up" energy. And I think this is because he genuinely doesn't care, he hasn't relied on his mum since the divorce and is of the 'no expectations means no disappointments' mentality. The mum is fine with this distance because it's subtle and non-confrontational, which is comfortable for her. Who cares that his coping mechanism is unhealthy, at least it's quiet.

Then we have Faifa... I could, and do, cry when I think too hard about this poor boy. His mum ripped him out of one family unit and then shoved him out of another. And why?? For her own convenience. In her own words, she took him to live with her because he, the child, would experience enough separation anxiety to force her, the adult, to keep in touch with her other kids. Thats a level of emotional abuse that I dont even have the language to try and explain... and then she fully admits that if she'd taken Yotha in the divorce, they'd have never seen her again.

Then, we can only assume, especially after the "your stepfather and siblings ask about you all the time" comment, that he wasn't shoved out of his second family due to unresolvable issues or something like that. It sounds more like, at some point, it became more comfortable for her to keep these two chapters of her life completely separate. This trauma has made Fai such a people pleaser that he's completely unable to process, let alone call out, his mums shitty actions and is instead left feeling like a burden who constantly has to prove his worth. (Don't even get me started on the fact that his mother practically rips his self worth away, admits she didn't want to live with him because she loved him but purely for convenience, drops the bomb that she's abandoning him again, and then he offers her a lift to the airport!! Like he feels the need to prove his worth one last time.) But at least, from the mums perspective, this isn't uncomfortable or overt, so she doesn't see, or chooses not to acknowledge, the obvious hurt he's going through cause its easier for her not to. She gets to keep her comfort through willful ignorance.

So yeah, it's nice Yotha has had a chance to get some closure, but at what cost??

[spacedoutwitch]

I! Got distracted for a hot second!! And forgot to upload this!! But it's here!!

So I've posted a lot of writing to DeviantArt over the years, and that... feels like an increasingly bad decision. In an effort to get my stuff away from a floundering website full of AI art, AI scrapers, scam bots, and bad UI, I am electing to move it all over to AO3! The thing is, I do mean all of it. Can't just leave some behind, because I don't know where I'd draw that line, and it also feels Autistically Incorrect to not do this 100%. And that is... over a decade's worth of writing. Plus adding proper tags and notes to keep everything organized. So this is gonna take a while! And a good amount of energy! I'm still going to draw and write other things, of course, but if that falls by the wayside (more than it already tends to on my end, whoops), this will probably be part of the reason why. But! In the interest of keeping things vaguely active, if I find any gems during this process, I just might link them here! Might take a sec to get to that point, but that's the plan!

[nights-at-crystarium]

Yup, looks like the thing I've built works like intended :>

I liked shb for its greyness, and I'm trying to carry the torch by giving my blorbos a clear and understandable pov, and not endorsing any of them. No one's right, everyone's right. That comes with a side effect of confusion and maybe frustration for the reader, as sometimes it's easier when the work tells how to feel about it and whose side to take. I don't do that here.

Both of them have lost people in tragedies that fucked them up forever. Vivi's being overprotective in a way that seems to bring results (Alisaie's still alive, after all), but at the cost of making her feel helpless, lesser, inadequate, exactly like she felt her entire life in Alphinaud's shadow.

But from Vivi's pov, she's indeed more fragile and prone to randomly dying than him! He has the echo, stronger combat skills, and, even when he dies, he gets a res from Hydaelyn. He doesn't rub it in Alisaie's face that she's weaker, but unfortunately, she's able to make her own conclusions, and suffer for this. But BUT but, Vivi did invite her for this little mission in Lakeland when he totally could've gone alone, that should tell something.

✧✦✧ "Fragments" - episode 59 ✧✦✧

A fight Vivi can't win.

New reader? episode list on tumblr | webtoon Read 4 more episodes: patreon | kofi

[anarchopuppy]

I, a hearing person who likes subtitles just as a preference, shouldn't have to read a subtitle that's obvious nonsense, go back a couple seconds, and listen again in order to figure out what's going on. An accessibility feature should not be the most half-assed part of a professionally made production. Scripted media has absolutely no excuse for not having subtitles or having subtitles that aren't perfectly verbatim. Professional captioning services should be ashamed of the shoddy work that they put out. Captions should be treated as a part of the production, just like filming, editing, audio balancing, etc - and anything that releases with missing or bad captions should be seen as unfinished

[starheirxero]

Taps cheek. Must confess I feel like some people haven't been approaching the fandom the way I have, and I am sorely realizing this now.

Y'all, the VAs here see you. If you are publically posting hate about a character–especially in the main tags or in their inbox–there is a very real chance that the person who plays that character will see you. They are not disconnected entities that hover above everything in their own fandom, they engage in it. They have strong feelings about their own characters too, they made them. And everyone being excessively foul about them and their character is not the kinda takeaway they wanna see!!

So. Perhaps. It would be more constructive for people to either learn to be nicer or to just shut up if I'm being quite honest.