#Be More Chill Quarantine Challenge

[wildheart-warriors]

Clangen Loner Challenge Rules

Disclaimer: I didn't come up with this challenge, just adjusting the rules to suite my fancy.

A great tragedy has befallen your clan, and few survivors remain. As their poor luck continues, their numbers dwindle further, until only a single cat is left behind. Carrying their dead clans legacy on their shoulders, and guided by generations of their ancestors, the sole survivor vows to rebuild, and restore their clan to its former glory.

Start your clan with the minimum of 7 cats, selecting either a kit or apprentice to be your Sole Survivor. By the end of moon 5, all other cats must be dead, leaving your Sole Survivor alone in the world.

Other Rules

Must always invite outsiders in when given the option

A cat must choose to become a medicine cat, you cannot force them into the role.

No leader or deputy can be appointed until the clan is at least 12 cats strong.

Cats must select their mates of their own accord

Any cat who gets Whitecough/greencough /yellowcough/redcough must be exiled for the safety of their clanmates.

Game-Mode: Expanded Settings:

Allow cats to breed with cats who aren't their mate: ON

Pregnancy Ignores Biology: OFF

Increase same-sex adoption: OFF

Allow cats to have a litter with an unknown second parent: ON

Allow leaders to automatically choose a new deputy: OFF

Experience-based graduation: ON

Cats will never retire based on a permanent condition: ON

Allow warriors and elders to choose to become mediators: ON

Win - When your clan reaches 25 members and your Sole Survivor has at least 5 adult offspring and 2 grandkits from separate litters.

Lose - All cats die or your Sole Survivor's bloodline ends.

We will be following: Scarletclan

There was nothing different about that Leaf-Bare, not at first. Drizzlekit was two moons old when the first snow fell, leaping after the flakes as they fell. He spent most of his days outside, before it got too cold, his mother insistent that his antics would disturb Sunnydapple’s newborn kits, Slightkit and Sandykit.

Poppyfoot was the first to fall ill, but still, her Whitecough seemed mild, and the medicine cats believed she would recover quickly.

Things just kept going wrong after that, though. Leaf-Bare is a hard season; prey is scarce and sickness common, but this was something different. The prey ran so thin many warriors would go a day or two without to ensure the elders and kits were fed. The clan slept on empty stomachs, their pelts growing thin and ragged, ribs exposed to the cruel chill. The sickness spread steadily, making its way through the hunger-weak clan more quickly than they would’ve thought possible. What at first looked like mere Whitecough escalated, turning to severe Greencough. To their horror, Rippleclaw even began to suspect Yellowcough among them. When the sick outnumbered the healthy, and cats began to die, Whorlstar ordered the still-healthy cats to quarantine outside of camp.

Drizzlekit and his father, Frogspots, were still counted among the healthy cats of the clan. Together with Sunnydapple, Scorchroar, Rippleclaw, and a few others, they constructed a temporary den, far enough that they could just see the entrance to Scarletclan’s camp.

Drizzlekit huddled with Sunnydapple and her kits, desperately wishing his own mother, Volestripe, had been able to come with them. Though he was only four moons old, Drizzlekit began training with Frogspots and Scorchroar to hunt, bringing back what meager prey could be found in the icy forest. Keeping their strength up was of utmost importance, but so was feeding the sick cats who still remained within camp. 

Frogspots and Spiderfoot, the deputy and senior medicine cat respectively, took it upon themselves to continue caring for their sick clanmates. All other cats, including the younger medicine cat Rippleclaw, would remain quarantined. The two liaisons constructed their own temporary den, and stopped contact with the healthy cats. Drizzlekit could only watch his father from afar, dreading the day he began to cough and wheeze like the others.

Though the deputy and medicine cat tried their hardest, each day they found new bodies in camp. The clan was only getting weaker, dying slowly, and there was nothing else they could do.

When Spiderfoot fell ill, it was decided. The remaining healthy cats would leave, and try to start over somewhere new. By some miracle, Frogspots had not succumbed to sickness, and he became Frogstar, leader of what was left of Scarletclan. He appointed Sunnydapple as his deputy, and gave her his son Drizzlepaw to mentor, before they set out to find a new home.

[maerynaire]

How’s your rainbow crunchy gravel aquarium going?

Thank you for asking because I've been meaning to make a proper post about this!

So initially: Badly. The tank that I had put aside for it turned out to be too small for what I had in mind and I didn't have the money to get a bigger one + all the equipment that goes with that (light, heater, filter), so it had to go on the backburner for a bit. 2023 just had a huge string of bad luck for me.

Now that is no longer (as much of) an issue because I can get all of that mess wholesale! I'm setting up a sideblog for all of my aquarium stuff where I'll be posting more tutorials, answering questions, and posting progress pictures of both the crunchy gravel challenge tank and (if things go well) my contest aquascapes for this year!

I've actually got a lot of what I'll need to get started already, including the plants and betta who are chilling in quarantine right now. The betta's a pure white plakat who I'm going to put up to a name poll soon-ish!

It'll be right over HERE (wizardaquatics)

[ofw-job-orders]

Chill to Freeze: Filipino HVAC Workers in Thailand & the COVID-19 Crowdfunding Surge

The COVID-19 pandemic of 2020 cast a long shadow over the global economy, and few groups felt its chilling effects as acutely as Overseas Filipino Workers (OFWs). Among these modern-day heroes, HVAC technicians in Thailand faced a unique set of challenges. The confluence of a global health crisis, economic downturn, and the nuances of cultural adaptation created a perfect storm, testing their resilience and resourcefulness. This period also highlighted the potential of crowdfunding platforms to empower OFWs and offer a pathway to greater financial stability through entrepreneurial ventures.

The HVAC industry in Thailand, prior to 2020, was experiencing steady growth, fueled by the country's developing economy and increasing demand for climate control solutions in commercial and residential spaces. This presented a lucrative opportunity for skilled Filipino HVAC technicians, known for their technical expertise and strong work ethic. Many left behind families and familiar comforts to pursue better opportunities in Thailand, contributing significantly to both the Filipino and Thai economies.

Then came the pandemic.

The initial outbreak in early 2020 sent shockwaves through the global economy. Thailand, heavily reliant on tourism, saw a dramatic decline in visitors, leading to widespread business closures and job losses. The HVAC industry, linked to the construction and hospitality sectors, was not immune. Projects were halted, maintenance contracts were suspended, and many OFW HVAC technicians found themselves facing reduced working hours, salary cuts, or even unemployment.

The situation was further complicated by the restrictions imposed to curb the spread of the virus. Lockdowns, travel bans, and quarantine requirements disrupted supply chains, making it difficult to obtain necessary parts and equipment for HVAC installations and repairs. These logistical challenges added another layer of complexity to an already precarious situation for OFW technicians.

Beyond the economic hardships, the pandemic also exacerbated the challenges of cultural adaptation. While many Filipino HVAC technicians had successfully integrated into Thai society prior to 2020, the pandemic amplified feelings of isolation and vulnerability. Lockdowns restricted social interaction, limiting opportunities to connect with fellow Filipinos and build support networks. Language barriers, always a challenge for some, became even more significant as navigating the complexities of the pandemic required access to crucial information often disseminated in Thai.

The pandemic also underscored the pre-existing vulnerabilities of OFWs. Many rely on remittances to support families back home, and the sudden loss or reduction of income had a cascading effect on their loved ones. The emotional toll of being separated from family during a time of global crisis was immense, adding to the stress and anxiety already brought on by the uncertain economic landscape.

In the face of these daunting challenges, OFWs demonstrated remarkable resilience and adaptability. Many turned to online platforms to connect with family and friends, seeking emotional support and sharing information. Resourcefulness became paramount, and some OFW HVAC technicians explored alternative income streams, leveraging their skills to offer repair and maintenance services within their communities.

This period also saw a growing interest in entrepreneurship among OFWs. Recognizing the vulnerability of relying solely on employment, many began exploring the possibility of starting their own businesses. The pandemic, while disruptive, also created new opportunities. The increased focus on hygiene and air quality, for example, spurred demand for specialized HVAC cleaning and sanitation services.

This is where crowdfunding platforms entered the picture. These platforms offer a potential solution for OFWs seeking seed capital to launch their own ventures. By connecting entrepreneurs with a global network of potential investors, crowdfunding can provide access to funding that might otherwise be unavailable through traditional channels. For OFW HVAC technicians, this could mean starting their own maintenance and repair businesses, importing specialized equipment, or even establishing training centers to empower other Filipinos with valuable technical skills.

Crowdfunding platforms offer several advantages for OFWs. They provide a relatively accessible entry point to entrepreneurship, requiring less stringent requirements than traditional loan applications. They also offer a platform to showcase their business ideas to a wider audience, building a community of supporters and potential customers. Furthermore, the process of developing a crowdfunding campaign can be a valuable learning experience, forcing entrepreneurs to refine their business plans and articulate their vision.

However, it is crucial to approach crowdfunding with a realistic understanding of the challenges involved. Building a successful campaign requires careful planning, a compelling story, and a strong marketing strategy. It is also essential to choose a reputable platform and understand the fees and regulations involved.

The experience of OFW HVAC technicians in Thailand during the 2020 COVID-19 outbreak highlights the precarious nature of overseas employment and the importance of diversification and financial resilience. While the pandemic presented unprecedented challenges, it also underscored the ingenuity and adaptability of OFWs. Crowdfunding platforms, while not a panacea, offer a promising avenue for OFWs seeking to empower themselves through entrepreneurship and build a more secure future. They can create new opportunities for OFWs seeking jobs and employment opportunities, moving from employee to employer. Resources like OFWJobs.org provide valuable information and support for OFWs navigating the complexities of overseas employment and exploring entrepreneurial ventures.

The pandemic served as a stark reminder of the interconnectedness of the global economy and the vulnerability of those who rely on international migration for their livelihoods. It also highlighted the importance of supporting OFWs, recognizing their invaluable contributions, and empowering them to achieve their full potential. By fostering an environment that supports entrepreneurship and provides access to resources like crowdfunding, we can help OFWs build more secure and sustainable futures for themselves and their families.

[my-music-1460]

Music for Mental Health: How Songs Eased Anxiety During the Pandemic

The COVID-19 pandemic triggered a global mental health crisis, with millions of people worldwide grappling with increased levels of anxiety, depression, and isolation. Lockdowns, social distancing, and uncertainty about the future left many feeling emotionally overwhelmed. As traditional outlets for stress relief, such as social gatherings and physical activities, were restricted, people turned to alternative ways to cope with their emotions. During this challenging period, music emerged as a powerful tool for mental health support. Whether it was through curated playlists, live-streamed performances, or creating music at home, many found that music could ease their anxieties and provide much-needed comfort.

Throughout history, music has always been a universal medium for expressing emotion and finding solace during difficult times, but its role during the COVID-19 pandemic was especially profound. This article explores the mental health benefits of music during pandemics, focusing on how it became a crucial form of therapy for those affected by the emotional and psychological turmoil caused by COVID-19.

1. The Science Behind Music and Stress Relief

It’s well-documented that music has a direct impact on our emotions and physiological responses. During times of stress, such as a pandemic, the body’s natural response is to release cortisol, the stress hormone. Elevated cortisol levels can lead to increased anxiety, feelings of restlessness, and difficulty in concentrating. Music, however, has been shown to help reduce these levels, allowing individuals to relax and find peace.

Several studies conducted during the pandemic highlighted the therapeutic effects of music. For example, research published in Frontiers in Psychology revealed that listening to calming music could lower stress and anxiety by reducing cortisol levels and increasing dopamine, the “feel-good” hormone. This explains why so many people gravitated toward music that promoted relaxation and tranquility during lockdowns.

2. Pandemic Playlists: A Coping Mechanism

One of the more noticeable trends that emerged during the pandemic was the rise of specially curated playlists aimed at soothing anxiety and promoting positive mental health. Streaming platforms like Spotify, Apple Music, and YouTube saw a significant increase in the creation and sharing of “pandemic playlists.” These playlists often contained a mix of ambient sounds, acoustic tracks, and soft beats designed to help listeners disconnect from the chaos around them.

Popular playlist titles such as “Chill Vibes,” “Quarantine and Chill,” and “Calm Your Mind” gained millions of followers, showcasing the public’s desire for mental and emotional relief. The playlists themselves were often accompanied by descriptions encouraging self-care, mindfulness, and relaxation—activities that became central to maintaining good mental health while confined indoors.

Moreover, music genres such as lo-fi hip-hop, acoustic folk, and ambient electronic experienced a surge in popularity. Lo-fi hip-hop, in particular, became a soundtrack for many who worked or studied from home. Its repetitive and calming beats helped create a peaceful, focused environment, reducing the anxiety that came with productivity expectations in such uncertain times.

3. The Rise of Virtual Music Therapy Sessions

Beyond personal playlists, the pandemic also saw a significant increase in the use of virtual music therapy sessions. Music therapy, a well-established therapeutic practice, involves using music to address physical, emotional, cognitive, and social needs. During the pandemic, licensed music therapists adapted their practices for the virtual world, providing patients with online sessions that used music as a therapeutic tool.

For many suffering from pandemic-related mental health issues, these sessions became a vital resource. Therapists used techniques such as guided music listening, songwriting, and music improvisation to help patients process their emotions and reduce feelings of isolation. Hospitals also employed music therapy for COVID-19 patients, especially those in intensive care units (ICUs), to help ease anxiety and improve overall well-being.

Several online platforms, including Calm and Headspace, integrated music therapy sessions or music-based relaxation techniques into their offerings. These platforms allowed users to access calming music specifically curated for mindfulness and relaxation, offering a form of respite from the stressors of daily life during a global crisis.

4. Music as a Social Connector in a Time of Isolation

Another important aspect of music during pandemics is its ability to connect people emotionally, even when they are physically apart. Social isolation was one of the most difficult challenges posed by COVID-19, as many were separated from loved ones, friends, and their usual support systems. Music helped bridge this gap, creating a sense of shared experience through virtual events, group listening sessions, and social media interactions.

Artists and fans alike turned to live-streamed concerts, where thousands of people could join in virtually to watch performances in real-time. These events provided a much-needed break from isolation, giving individuals a way to experience a collective emotional release. Popular artists like John Legend, BTS, and Billie Eilish hosted virtual concerts or acoustic performances from their homes, bringing comfort to millions of fans who were unable to attend live shows.

In addition to virtual concerts, apps like Clubhouse and Discord became hubs for music lovers to gather and discuss their favorite songs, artists, and new releases. These platforms facilitated social connection around music, offering a sense of community in a time when many felt disconnected from the world.

Conclusion The COVID-19 pandemic underscored the essential role of music in maintaining mental health during periods of immense stress and uncertainty. As anxiety levels soared and traditional coping mechanisms were unavailable, people turned to music as a lifeline. Through curated playlists, virtual music therapy sessions, and social connections fostered by shared musical experiences, music provided a way for individuals to manage their mental health and find comfort amidst the chaos. The importance of music during pandemics is undeniable, and its positive effects on mental health will continue to be studied and appreciated long after the world returns to normal.

Even in the darkest times, music shines as a beacon of hope and connection. As we move forward, it's essential to remember that the therapeutic power of music can extend beyond pandemics, offering mental health support during any challenging period of life.

[traitormithos]

I need to whine

So I took off Monday through Thursday because Chain of Thorns came out on Tuesday and I wanted to read it uninterrupted. And then even better, I somehow got Friday through Sunday, before those days, off as well. Giving me 7 whole days off from work. Exciting, right?

Until Monday that is. I woke up later than normal and felt achey. I pushed it off as fatigue from oversleeping and just watched titanic and '86 challenger documentaries. But then I woke up Tuesday and knew something was wrong. Checked temp, BAM fever. Took tylenol and went back to bed till walmart opened so I could get some cold/flu medicine. (I wore a mask)

Anyway, I figured it would go away, I haven't been sick since 2011 no way I'd get sick now. I'm 5 years flu vaccinated and covid vaccinated. Well, Wednesday goes by with no improvement, just added another symptom (the worst one imo): congestion. But I did start feeling better towards the end of the day, which was good because I was to go back to work Friday (tomorrow).

So I wake up Thursday (today) feeling miserable yet again. Check for fever but honestly I think my thermometer is broken. Took more tylenol and had my brother come home from work to take me to the urgentcare (since the closest one affiliated with my employer is like 25 minutes away and I just wasn't feeling up to driving). I get to the urgentclinic and I have a fever of 101.3, and that's post taking 1000mg of tylenol more than an hour earlier so who knows how high it originally was.

So the verdict: Covid. Which was so funny to me that I laughed when they told me. 3 years of no covid and I somehow get it on my 7 day off stretch? I barely even left the house. So I don't know when I was exposed. So now I'm mid-5 day quarantine. I can't go back to work till Sunday, if I'm fever free. But I'm very symptomatic right now and most of my coworkers who have had covid lately have been asymptomatic. I just hope my hospital doesn't classify it as hospital-onset (I just don't want to be a statistic) because I haven't been there since last Thursday. And I also have to wait to be approved to go back to work by employee health (it would be so much easier if it were the flu)

Also, the urgentcare doctor actually spent more time talking to me about my blood pressure and whether I've gotten a doctor for it yet (because I went to another urgentcare in the same network for that last Monday I worked, which resulted in the ER trip). Like bro it's only been a little over a week. Chill. So yeah, covid with a nice long lecture of make-sure-you-see-a-pcp-for-your-blood-pressure.

All I've ever wanted was for people to believe me about it but now that it's on record, they're going to lecture me about it every time.

[where-the-water-flows]

tags from my WIFE GUY @a-memory-a-distant-echo

#when i think about teenage li xiangyi for too long i start to cry#but also this is incredibly funny to me#he's such a self righeous kid too#i bet his lectures are absolutely devastating#by which i mean by the end of it you wish he'd just killed you#anyhow this feels right#BUT ALSO wife guy#re yr tags#i submit to you: consider the average age of many professional athletes#feels like most sports you peak by thirty#unfortunate that this sport comes with politics but like...

no no same, I can't think seriously about little baby teenager li xiangyi too long or I am fully Not Ok, like. he is fifteen. he spent five years trying to make the world fair and then he found out that everyone basically hated him for it. like jesus, the fact that he just went 'peace out, I'm taking the opportunity presented to me to fake my death and become someone else' is insane, I would have just walked into the sea (again) as soon as the monk finished healing me, sorry to my murdered brother's missing corpse but like, fuck, man.

also like, no wonder he was arrogant! he was literally the most powerful guy in the world not counting the fucking emperor -- who he seems to just kinda fucking ignore? anyway?? broke into the palace for funsies??? --, had been in society as not basically a preschooler for approximately half a second before proving he was the most good at sword in, again, the entire world, and he was also a teenager.

all teenagers are arrogant little shits! that's what being a teenager is about! you feel so so much and all the time, and if you're a certain kind of teenager you feel like you have to fix everything right now and it's all on you, except this particular teenager had the bad luck to also be very good at sword, so when he was like "we can fix things! truth! justice!!" everyone around him was like 'well obviously he can and should do this' as opposed to being like, 'you are barely a teenager you are allowed to not fix everything at once'.

anyway, always crying about li xiangyi, tiny baby activist who was already burning out at twenty or however old he was when he went to di feisheng -- his rival! the guy who is gunning for his rank and/or head! the guy who is in charge of the alliance of untrustworthy unorthodox weirdos! -- and was like 'hey, so, everything is fucked, war very bad, if you're chill and I'm chill, between us and our people we're probably scary enough no one will Really start shit up again, possibly we can have a nap for like. maybe five seconds. ten, if we're lucky'

but also. my god he would have been fucking insufferable, this kid is a fucking genius with minimal social awareness and he approaches almost everything as simply a skill issue/git gud problem where you, person who has lost this fight, are the one with the issue, also now you're going to listen to his lecture on how actually the powerful should look out for the weak and also there should be rules and if everyone will just-- [and then you spend the next three hours praying for death or like, someone else to challenge him so you can maybe die in the crossfire?]

That is a very good point about professional athletes, though. Are the upper ranks of the jianghu just a bunch of teenagers with swords running around murdering the shit out of each other, with the occasional feature from someone who got a high rank before fucking off to live as a hermit on a mountain? like a quarantine measure, but for very athletic and competitive teenagers with strong feelings about social policy, probably no one is going to overthrow the ruling power that be (not you shan gudao) because they've got like, six years, max, before they get some awful crippling injury attempting the jianghu equivalent of a quintuple axle and have to retire from everything on account of the might makes right nature of how anyone seems to like. follow sect politics in the jianghu? (i know genre convention is a little more normalised and there are like, ruling families of sects, etc, but sigu sect and jinyuan alliance are both very explicitly formed on social ties, not blood ones (ignoring whatever saintess did about getting nanyin loyalists in), and sure, the jinyuan alliance limped along for a decade with Di Feisheng in the JICU, but it very much limped along, and also was not as far as we see, ever actively political the way sigu sect was. Sigu sect was a cult of personality, and once li xiangyi was not there, it imploded immediately; sure, in this case, it kinda limped along a little, but how many other cult of personality sects set up by bright eyed young powerhouses just imploded and vanished as soon as the next guy came along to kick them off the ranking list?)

look I am halfway through a draft thinking about the shittiest nurse/worst buddy cop duo au, and have had the hilarious and also terrible realisation that like.

Li xiangyi is fifteen when he defeats the blood demon and becomes the top ranked guy in the jianghu, right? he's fifteen. a teenager.

he holds that rank until his death, I'm assuming, given we don't get told otherwise and a lot of the rank fights we hear about end in uhhhh someone's death, though given di feisheng is the guy we hear the most about having those fights possibly that is just a him thing and everyone else has less than a 99.5% combat fatality rate.

whatever! we're proceeding on the assumption that Li xiangyi is top dog from the point he gets the rank until he "dies" in the east sea.

which means that for five years, the top ranked martial artist is a fucking teenager. presumably a number of people try to challenge him*, which means that a number of people rock up to a literal teenager and are like YOU, ME, FIGHT!?

and then get their ass kicked. by a teenager who has not finished having growth spurts, and whose voice is still 9000% cracking.

imagine facing the best martial artist in the world, who is all teenaged gangling limbs, proceeds to kick your ass, and then (assuming you're not uh. dead from terminal sword-itis) gives you some self impressed incredibly annoying teenager lecture on what the fuck ever. his voice cracks four times in ten minutes. you do not laugh, because he did just kick your ass, but also, maybe it would have been better to die.

*other than di feisheng? what are you doing for those five years there bud, like yes setting up the alliance but also? bestie you explicitly do not care about that, we've all been in jobs/community projects we hate but c'mon, babygirl, surely you could make time for a play date somewhere in the literal five years you had to organise it?? maybe he got to rank 2 way after Li xiangyi made rank 1, but still?? we are talking at minimum about 3 years at rank 2 probably, and I too have failed to organise a meet up for years on end but still. get it together mate, wuyan seems great at organisation in the approximately seven seconds of screen time he has, maybe let him handle your calendar appointments

[im-actually-ok]

A Halloween to be Remembered

Word Count: 1048 words

Fandom: Be More Chill

Ships: Jeremy X Christine, Micheal X Rich

Warnings: Very small mention of a kiss, burn scar mention,(Let me know if I missed anything)

This fic is for the Be More Chill Quarantine Challenge run by @bmc-gift-exchange and the prompt for this fic is this picture.

I hope you enjoy!

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“I-I'm not sure about this,” I gazed at myself in the mirror, the flowy red material of the cloak covering the off white dress underneath, reaching down to my ankles. I flipped the hood off my head and turned from the mirror, walking away, “Nope, nope I can't do this!”

I flopped down on the bright pink beanbag in Christine’s room facing away from my reflection, too embarrassed to even want to see myself. I bury my face in my hands, but then feel a hand on my shoulder. I look to see Christine kneeling next to me, “Hey, it's ok if you don't feel comfortable in this. But you should know that you look beautiful,” She spoke softly and smiled at me.

“You, you really think so?” I grip the cloak, “You really think I look beautiful?”

She laughed, “Of course I do! And I can think of someone else who would think the same.”  I could feel my face heat up at the thought of him seeing me in this. Micheal and I have been dating for five months now, though I had been head over heels for him since last Halloween, “You think Micheal will like it?”


“He’ll love it, Rich.”

I put my head in my hands once more and groan, that makes Christine giggle. I've never worn a dress before. Well, let me rephrase that. I've never worn a dress in public before. I wear dresses all the time, that is, in the privacy of my locked room. Even before I found out I was Bi, I've just always loved wearing dresses and skirts. I never knew why because I've always known that I'm male, so why did I like girl clothes!? I just decided to never tell anyone.

Then, a couple of weeks ago, I mentioned to Jeremy that I wanted to have an extra special costume for Halloween this year. That's when Jeremy suggested that his girlfriend, Christine, could help me because she was great with costumes. 

So here we are.

I took a deep breath and looked to Christine, “This is ridiculous.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed my hands to pull me up off of the beanbag, “Of course it's ridiculous, It's a Halloween costume, now c’mon, Jeremy is waiting for us outside.”

She pulled the door open and basically flew down the stairs. I followed behind her, slowly. I could hear her open the door and Jeremy say, “Christine, wow, you look, beautiful.”

Christine laughed and I could hear the blush in her voice when she replied, “Thanks.”

Christine was wearing a dark red medieval style dress with a corset in the back. Her hair was done up in braids with flowers braided in. She really did look beautiful.

Jeremy was dressed as a prince to match Christine, his hair was slicked back and he wore a tunic with black jeans and a belt. His costume wasn't as elaborate or factual as Christine’s, but let's be honest, who’s was?

“Hey, wheres Rich?” Jeremy asked and my heart started pounding. I know that Jeremy Is who I should be least worried about. He would never make fun of me unless he was kidding. I can trust him. So why am I so scared?

��He was right behind me,” Christine walked back up the stair and turned to the hallway where I was hiding, “Rich, It's ok, Jeremy won't judge you, you're safe here.”

I sighed and nodded. Christine joined Jeremy at the bottom of the stairs once again and I called out, “Just -- Just don't make fun of me -- ok?”

I turned the corner and walked down the stairs, looking everywhere but at Jeremy. At the bottom, I finally looked up at him. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up, “You look great man.”

I blushed and smiled, “Thanks.”

Christine beamed then grabbed both of our hands and dragged us out the door to Jeremy’s car, “Come on guys! We’ve got a party to go to!”

After the, um, accident at the Halloween party last year, the school decided to host a Halloween dance to keep students safe. We probably would have gone to someone else’s party instead, but, big surprise, no one wanted me at there party. As if I'm not already constantly reminded of how I messed up by the burn scars covering my body. Anyway, we were supposed to meet Micheal outside the school for the dance. 

We pulled up outside the school and I can see Micheal standing there, looking down at his watch probably wondering where we are. He’s wearing blue jeans and a black shirt that said in bold white writing “ERROR 404: COSTUME NOT FOUND”. What a dork. 

Jeremy and Christine climb out of the car, but once again, I stay. I watch as Micheal high fives Jeremy and greets Christine. I watch as Micheal makes some inappropriate joke into Jeremy’s ear, it's probably something about Christine because I see a slight blush come to her face. She laughs and takes Jeremy’s arm.  

The plan is that Christine and Jeremy are supposed to go in first and tell Micheal that I'll be out of the car in a minute. Then, once they are in, I'll check to make sure the coast is clear, then walk over to Micheal. 

So far so good as Jeremy, still linked to Christine, says something to Micheal. He looks confused, but Jeremy just laughs then leads Christine inside. 

This is it. I take in a deep breath as I open the car door and step out onto the pavement. The only thing between Micheal and me now is the car and the walk across the road to him. There’s no going back now.  

I round the car and walk over to him. His eyes widen and a soft red blush falls over his face.

“Um, hi,” I say softly, looking up at him.

“H-hi,” his mouth gapes slightly and then he smiles, “You look -- amazing, I-I don't know what to say.”

My face is probably as red as my cloak now, “You don't have to say anything, just kiss me.”

He laughed and gazed down at me, “I’d like that.”

He leans down and I go on my toes to meet him halfway.

Best. Halloween. Ever.

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

[positivity-studies]

[ 04 08 2020 + 04 09 2020 | corona boredom cures day 22 + 23/? ] studyblr 2020 quarantine challenge 17+18

Another double post again today because with all of the craziness of the first two nights of Passover, I haven’t had much time to do homework or post : ( I did do some homework outside on the porch yesterday before the holiday started because the weather was really beautiful and it was so nice to get some fresh air. I spent today doing a puzzle with my mom and my sister and it was really lovely : ) If you’re celebrating Passover, I hope you’re having a good holiday so far, and if you’re not, I hope you’re having a good week!!

challenge topics: What is your biggest goal this year, and have you done anything to achieve this? + What is the song that makes you happy no matter what?

My biggest goal this year was to get a summer internship in theatre, and I just accepted one this week, so I’m really excited!!

There are two songs that immediately came to mind: Make It Up by Sam Tsui and Voices in My Head from Be More Chill : )

[koos-euphoria]

ʙᴇᴛ | sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅs

stray kids/reader | smut | 18+ | boyfriend!au | oneshot

requested: yes

wordcount: 9.5K

warnings: polygamy, group sex, dom!skz, sub!femreader, unprotected sex, cream pie, cum eating, throat fucking, anal, double penetration, degradation, praising, spanking, choking, daddy/sir, hair pulling, teasing, begging... just yeah there’s a lot

— summary: Stuck in quarantine with the eight males. You decided to set a challenge with the boys to see if they could last a whole week without touching you.

note: this is.. a long one filled with just straight filth with plot for once.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ: ʜᴇʀᴇ

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ | sᴋᴢ ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ

©  koos-euphoria 2021. do not repost, modify, or translate

You guys made a bet, but it’s not like the usual bets you make. The boys - all eight of them - thought they would be cocksure and say you are the one that can’t keep your hands off them, all laughing at you, blabbing on and on about how you are the needy little baby in the relationship. Which is partly true, but hey they can be just as needy as you! But of course your stubborn self would never dare dream to admit to that. So obviously you reacted by turning around and challenging their words, telling them it’s the opposite and that it was them who couldn’t keep their hands off you. A debate then erupted between the nine of you, bickering about who could last the longest without touching one another, and long story short, you all ended up placing a bet, or well a challenge in other words. The boys are not allowed to touch you sexually for a whole week and you aren’t allowed to touch them - kissing, hugging or any innocent touches are allowed however - but who ever caves in first loses.

ᴍᴏɴᴅᴀʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ

The first incident was pretty minor. You are chilling in the living-room on the sofa, sighing feeling bored as you scroll through the app called Instagram, mindlessly liking your friends posts of them quarantined with their beloved pets. The dorm is quiet compared to the usual chaos, your boyfriends�� currently are all at the studio, working - though they are due to come home any minute now. - Left to your own devices you decide social media will cure any boredom just enough until they come back, so you continue to scroll down the app. It wasn’t until you stumble across a recent post from Stray Kids, Hyunjin’s new post from 10 minutes ago is what has you pausing. Feeling your body stiffen as you sit up straight, your eyes blessed with a slide of multiple photos of the male himself. The first photo is a full body shot, his body bent forwards towards the camera. He’s wearing a black and grey suit completed with a white shirt and tie underneath, a belt fastened around the blazer. A small bag hanging off that dangling around his torso. His feet are in a pair of black chunky leather boots, that has gold buckles. Which you couldn’t help but find the item hot. One of his hands are covered up with a leather glove that he’s put gold jewellery on top of to match the shoes. Gulping as you look up to the roof for a second eyes shutting, swearing under your breath ‘what the fuck.’

Opening your eyes, you look back down at the picture. This time you’re eyes scan over his face. The sight makes you whine, “how can someone be this fucking pretty?” The words slip from your mouth, thankfully though, no one is able to hear your little tantrum except the empty walls. His blonde hair is slicked back with gel as his eyes look straight into the camera, half lidded seductively, and even though it’s a photo, you’ve been given this exact look, in person, and the thought has you squirming in your seat and cheeks flushing. Swiping, you move to the next one. Taking a deep breath, you hold it in. This one’s a close up mirror selfie of his face. His pretty pink lips parted, catching your full attention and forcing you to imagine kissing him. Another swipe, and you are blessed with another full body shot, this time he’s standing straight, making him look taller and even more intimidating than before. Again you swipe, another mirror selfie. Half of his face covered by his phone but god, if you didn’t want to kiss and bite his lips and jaw. Oh how you would just love to ride him while you pull on that tie that sits around his pretty neck, using it to pull him closer. You lock your phone at your thoughts, cutting them off as you finally let out the breath you were holding in. Pushing yourself up and off the sofa, hair flying around messily as you shake your head at yourself in disbelief. You make your way to the kitchen to grab a cold glass of water. “It’s the first day y/n you cannot cave.” You point into thin air, eyes furrowing, as you begin scolding yourself.

As you finish gulping the freezing cold liquid down you hear the front door open, loud shouts of the boys begin to echo throughout the dorm. It wasn’t until you felt arms wrap around your waist that your attention fully shifts from the empty glass. Looking back over your shoulder, you become face to face with Felix, you can see he’s exhausted from practice but nonetheless he’s still smiling softly down at you, eyes sparkling beautifully. “Missed you today.” He pouts softly, leaning down to nudge his button nose against yours, the action making you giggle softly. Turning your body fully around to him, you wrap your arms around his neck giving the tip of his nose a small kiss. “Missed you too Lixie. How was practice?” You ask as you run your fingers mindlessly through the blonde hairs at the back of his neck. At this question Felix sighs, his shoulders dropping as he hums. “Shit, couldn’t get this move right.” He answers shaking his head as he frowns, beating himself up inside his pretty head. “It’s okay not to get a move right straight away baby.” You try to soothe, kissing his lips.

A sudden shout from someone entering the room takes both of your attention, heads turning to where the sound came from. A pouting Jisung, walking hurriedly towards the both of you. “Hyung’s turn Lix!” He shouts as he opens his arms waiting impatiently for you to walk into them. Shaking your head as you laugh lightly, you give Felix another kiss on the lips before leaving his embrace, much to his dismay, leaving a mental reminder in your brain to check up on him later. Walking towards Jisung, you couldn’t help but smile as he complains about you taking too long. As you’re just about enter the males embrace, you feel a different pair of arms wrap around your torso pulling you away, making you yelp out in surprise.

Looking up you find no one other than the man who had you wet over a slide of pictures not even twenty minutes ago. Like clockwork those very thoughts begin to flood your mind once again, and you whimper quietly as you feel his lip press against the pulse of your neck, as you’re distracted. Hyunjin smiles, as if he could just tell how effected you are. It would not surprise you if he did it on purpose, knowing you would see all those pictures, purposely torturing you. “J-Jinnie!” You practically cry out, as you feel his teeth scrape against a sensitive part of your neck, trying to slither your way out of his grasp, making the tall male chuckle. His grip tightens as he pushes you both backwards until your back hits a wall. “What’s the matter baby? Hm?” Hyunjin smirks, placing a thigh between both of yours, flexing the muscle, his eyes sparkling with nothing but mischief. That little son of a bit- your thoughts get cut off by the feeling of Hyunjins lips against the corner of you mouth. “Did you like my pictures?” He asks, breath fanning over your face as he stays close, and you nod your head, not trusting any words that could fall from your mouth. “Ji! I was gonna hug Ji!” You stammer out, eyes wide, pointing to the said male that stands at the other side of the room, watching the situation unfold with amusement, arms folded of his chest. “Hm, I know, just wanted to hug you first. Missed you.” He says as he kisses you one last time on the cheek before moving out the way.

Both Hyunjin and Jisung couldn’t hold back their chuckles at the way you practically fling your whole body into Jisung’s arms. Burying your face in his neck with embarrassment as you pout. Lips brushing against his pulse point softly. “Oh baby, was Jinnie teasing you?” Jisung coos. Hand stroking gently up and down the length of your back. You nod your head, strands of your hair tickles his skin.

ᴛᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ - ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴅᴀʏ

You couldn’t help it. Why you decided to go with Chan and Changbin to the ‘gym’ - or in other words you went into an empty room in the dorm and used some equipment there, since the actual gym was shut due to the covid outbreak - when you know you’ll just be absolutely torturing yourself the whole time. Stupid really. But alas here you are, in your full gym gear, watching the two of them lift weights as you do your own ‘work out’ yourself.

As Chan lifts the weight up to do another bicep curl, you see his veins pop out as his bicep muscle bulges out. His breath coming out as small puffs of air through his clenched teeth. Once he gets all the way up he lets out a loud unholy grunt while tilting his head back, showcasing the length of his neck. You almost find yourself whimpering at the sound, finding it sounds similar to the ones he makes while his cock is buried deep inside your cunt. But alas he’s holding the position for a second or so before slowly releasing his hold and placing the weight on the floor. You can feel your cheeks heat up when Chan’s eyes flicks up to the mirror to meet your own. Practically giving yourself whiplash as turn your head and force yourself to look at your own reflection again, missing the way Chan smirks devilishly.

Chan turns around to the younger male, who is completely oblivious of what just happened between the two of you, and the growing sexual tension, as he continues to try to do sit ups. He laughs at Changbin lightly, watching as he struggles to keep his feet on the floor, therefore not able to get all the way up for a proper sit-up. “Here, I’ll hold your feet down for you Bin.” Chan says, nudging Changbin’s shoulder lightly with his palm as he kneels down where the males feet are, placing a hand on each one, and putting some weight on it.

Changbin starts to do his sit-ups properly now with the help of his Hyung holding him down. The eldest even begins to helpfully count along with every time his torso is back flat to the floor. By the time you hear Chan chant “thirty.” Changbin begins to grunt lowly after each rep, feeling a dull ache in his abdomen, however the sound catches the attention of both you and your cunt. Looking through the mirror once again at the two males as Changbin continues to make the sinful like sound.

Chan of course notices how you look at them, knees practically buckling, and lust glazing over your pretty eyes. Leaning forward as Changbin comes back up for the 50th time now. He whispers in Changbin’s ear, making sure to keep his eyes on you the whole time, knowing fine well that you can see him. “Our little baby is getting needy.” He says, chuckling, tilting his head forwards in your direction. At that Changbin twists his frame round to look at you. Smirk plastered on his lips as he purposely makes eye contact with you through the mirror before dragging his eyes down your form, all the way to your ass, and he licks his lips before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Loving the way those tight leggings hug your ass so well. He flicks his eyes back up to yours to find your cheeks have flushed.

“Hey baby, why don’t you come here and do some yoga with us before we finish up? You’ve been on that machine for a while now.” Changbin calls for you, his voice almost too sweet, but the same smirk is plastered on his face the whole time. You gulp nervously, stopping the machine, as you get off it. Biting your lip as you slowly walk towards the two of them, fingers playing with one another.

Kneeling down next to them unable to keep much eye contact, knowing if you do you’ll want nothing but for them to fuck you dumb right here right now. The boys both chuckle lowly as they move to either side of you. “Do you know the downward dog pose?” Chan asks as he places a hand in the middle of your back, fingers playing the the band of your sports bra. You let go of your bottom lip that was trapped between your teeth, letting it drop back into place as you shake your head lightly. The boys briefly make eye contact with one another smirking before looking back at you. “Okay, I’ll show you then.” Chan says simply, moving behind you on his knees, the hand that’s on your back sliding down to your hip, fingertips tapping it lightly. “On your hands and knees, babygirl.” He orders, voice low, and your eyes widen as your turn your head to look at Changbin, who in return just raises his eyebrow and nods his head towards the floor in front of you as if saying ‘get a move on.’

Doing as you are told you lean forwards from your current kneeling position, placing your palms flat against the big blue mat Changbin was doing sit-ups on earlier. As you get up on your hands and knees Chan’s other hand moves to your hip grasping the flesh between both his hands before moving one over and placing his palm flat against the bottom of your stomach, pinky brushing against the top on your pubic mound, making your cunt involuntary clench. “Good girl.” Chan praises, making you almost whimper before he stands up, his top half bending over so he’s able to keep his hands on you. “Now you need to straighten your legs while keeping your hands on the floor baby.” Changbin explains while he moves closer to where your head is.

Chan helps you this time, pulling you up as your legs straighten, “thaaaaaat’s it baby, just like that.” Changbin purrs from above you, and you sigh, the praises doing nothing but making your pussy leak. Chan moves closer to you, making you hold your breath in as you feel his crotch brush against your heat. Fuck. He’s definitely hard. The feeling of his straining cock against you has you whimpering and pushing back against him, making the male bite his lip. “Behave babygirl.” He tells you. “Cant be having you pushing your pretty pussy against me with this bet going on hm.” He scolds, hand moving to your ass quickly before moving away.

You hear Changbin stand up from his place at your head moving around to where Chan is. The older male letting go of you as he moves out the way, giving Changbin space to stand where he was not even a second ago. “You’re not doing the position right.” He tells you, voice sharp as he leans over you, his cock pushing against your cunt now as he leans over you. You feel his palm against your upper back, between your shoulder blades. “You need to lean down more.” He almost whispers, voice raspy, the vibration in it going straight to your now aching pussy. Changbin begins pushing your upper back down, deepening the pose. You feel his cock grind against you with more pressure as he does this, and the feeling makes you moan louder.

You can not stay here any longer, you are about a second away from giving in. You need to leave, now. You can not loose this bet. Your brain goes a mile a minute as you drop from the yoga pose, stammering over your words as you look down to the floor. “I-I need t-to go.” Changbin chuckles, finding your nervousness cute, “Oh? But we only just got started babygirl.” Chan teases, placing his hand under your chin, gripping it as he forces your head up so he can make eye contact. Pouting, you whine slightly. “D-daddy, I-I mean Chan, I need to shower.” You splutter, words jumbling together as you mentally slap yourself for letting that name fall from your lips. Chan’s brown eyes deepen as he hears ‘daddy’ lips twitching into a smirk as he lets go of you. “You don’t wanna leave daddy, do you?” Chan teases tongue swiping over his bottom lip catching your attention briefly before you shake your head, forcing yourself to snap out of the lust filled haze that threatens to over take you. “S-sorry.” You stumble before pushing yourself up, heading for the door. You don’t even bother to look back, knowing that you’ll stay if you did, letting the door slam shut behind you as you exit the room. Fucking hell, you think.

ᴛʜᴜʀsᴅᴀʏ - ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴜʀᴛʜ ᴅᴀʏ

Walking into one of the bedrooms you find Minho, Seungmin, Felix and Jeongin all sprawled out on a bed, playing video games. Shouting amongst one another when one of them pass their own player - Well it’s mainly Minho shouting - you couldn’t help but laugh at them. “Can I play?” You ask, standing at the door with your hands behind your back, gaining all four of the men’s attention before they nod, thinking you look absolutely adorable. “Come here!” Minho exclaims, arm out as he makes a grabby hand action, all while not looking at you.

Laughing softly you walk into Minho’s embrace, sitting down between his legs as his arms wrap around your torso pulling you even closer until your back is flush to his chest. Minho let’s go of you for a second to grab the game console that he placed at the side, handing it to you. As you feel his hand slither it’s way over your stomach, your eyes are greeted with the next match of Mario Kart that is waiting to start. “Let’s see if you can actually beat any of us, unlike Hyung.” Seungmin challenges while lowkey dissing his elder with a smirk. “Shut up, I was letting you guys win!” Minho flings an arm out pointing his finger out towards them, eyes narrowing in a pretend threatening manner.

“Sure you did Hyung!” Jeongin teases him further, you can hear the grumbling Minho’s doing under his breath, cursing to himself. Tilting your head back on his shoulder, you kiss under Minho’s jaw faux cooing at him. “Aw it’s okay baby, don’t be a sore loser.” You kiss under his jaw once again this time with a smirk on your face. Minho’s dark eyes snap down to you, hands trailing against the smooth skin of your stomach, lightly tickling you. “I’d watch your mouth. Kitten.” He warns, smirking back evilly towards you. You gulp nervously at the small pet name that he calls you. Past events of having his cock buried deep inside you while teasing you with it enters your mind briefly before you return your head and attention back to the game. Making him chuckle in delight at your submission. “Ready for the next match, Angel?” Felix asks softly, reaching out to push some hair behind your ear and you look at him, nodding as you smile softly.

As soon as the match starts, your full attention goes to it, determined to beat the three of them. Passing Seungmin first, landing you in third place, coaxing a small complaint to leave the males lips. “Hey!” He shouts as a pout is placed upon his lips. You just smile smugly in return. Minho laughs at him, while placing his chin on your shoulder, watching the race from behind you. You manage to get right behind Felix’s kart, hitting him with the red shell you had saved, gaining second place. “Y/n you’re cheating!” Felix gasps, as he continues to play, thumbs going wild as he turns a sharp corner. You laugh this time, “I am not I’m just amazing at this game Lixie.”

Minho turns his head towards your neck, his warm breath fanning over the flesh causing an involuntary shiver to run down your spine. The sensation distracts you briefly, “Minnie, stop.” You whine, not taking your eyes off the game. Minho just smirks, leaning closer, brushing his lips against your pulse point before kissing it. Once and then twice before biting the skin gently. “M-minho, you’re gonna make me lose.” You stutter feeling your cunt flutter as his teasing.

Ignoring you again this time he sucks into that same spot, marking it. The skin turning a dark shade of purple, a shade that Minho loves on you, especially when it’s his making it. He slides a hand under your shirt, trailing his fingertips up until the reaches the wire of your bra. Running his fingers along it, teasing you.

It’s practically impossible to focus on winning the game when your boyfriend is adamant on distracting you. So close to just throwing the console to the side and losing the bet, just so you can get fucked right this second. “Ha loser!” Seungmin jumps, as he passes you in the game.

You couldn’t help but pout as you become last place, crossing the finish line. As soon as Minho realises the games over he kisses your jaw gently before taking your lobe softly between his teeth. The action making you push yourself away from him, squirming in his tight hold, earning you a deep chuckle from him. “Minnie, it’s your fault I lost!” You continue to pout, using your finger to poke at his chest accusingly, blaming the smirking male behind you. You breathe in sharply as he tugs you into his chest, leaning down as his lips brushed against your ear. “Not my fault you look so hot while you concentrate, just wanna bury my cock inside your cunt.” He whispers lowly, as his hand moves south.

But before he could could get his hand wherever he was about to, you rip yourself from his grasp stumbling over your feet like a new born baby deer. Your cheeks flushed from his crude words. “I-I just realised I need to make d-diner!” You stutter pointing over your shoulder before you practically run to the door. “Hey wait I’ll-“ Felix begins but gets cut off with the sound of the door getting slammed shut behind you. “Help... What did you do?” He couldn’t help but ask Minho as he turns to him, eyes narrowing slightly. “Oh, nothing really, was just teasing her.”

sᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ - ᴛʜᴇ sɪxᴛʜ ᴅᴀʏ

You’ve had enough. The boys were being completely unfair this whole week, knowing the exact things that make you weak and using that against you. Not today though. Today you are going to get them back. The weather being lovely sunshine and very hot outside, the perfect excuse to wear the littlest amount of clothing possible. Walking out your room with your tiniest pair of shorts and something you could probably pass as a bra. You practically march into the living room, a lady on a mission, knowing all the boys are in there watching the newest episode of the drama they all like.

You stop at the doorway, giving them a quick once over, seeing them all cozied up under covers while their eyes are practically glued to the tv. “Hi boys.” You announce your presence before waking over, making sure you have a seductive sway to your hips, not missing the small glances and eyes widening of the eight men. You place yourself under the blankets and in between Hyunjin and Jisung. Jisung being your target as he is by far the easiest to turn on out of the bunch. It’s almost as if they both move unconsciously Jisung grabbing the place behind your knees, pulling them so your legs are on top on his. At the same time Hyunjin wraps his arm around your top half, your back pressed against his chest.

Step one of your plan is fairly easy: get Jisung hard. As soon as he is hard, he has to have some sort of relief whether that is with you or with his own hand. You find it cute really and very similar to yourself, but it’s definitely an advantage that you can use to win this stupid bet. Going the easiest and the least suspicious route possible you begin to fidget, huffing and puffing, moving every now and again, as you innocently brush your calf against his bulge, chanting inside your head at how you’ve got this.

After a few times you could feel Jisung start to get hard under the muscle of your calf, cock twitching every time you move even the smallest amount. Pulling your lip between your teeth, feeling yourself get wet, you continue to stare at the tv screen, moving your calf down once again, brush against his bulge. This time however your feel his hand grasping your knee as his eyes shut, head falling neck on the sofa, he squeezes it slightly before sliding his hand up further to your thigh. Tracing the skin there gently with his finger tips. Again, you move your leg, widening them apart, and this time you push with more force, playing it of as if your just trying to get more comfortable. Adding to the act as you push yourself deeper into Hyunjins embrace the male kisses the crown of your hair, completely oblivious to Jisung’s little problem.

Slowly Jisung moves higher up your thigh until he reaches the edge of your shorts, playing with the soft material for a second before slipping underneath them, only to be greeted with your bare cunt. Smirking to yourself as you hear him deeply inhale, surprised at the missing underwear. “Fuck.” He swears under his breath so quiet that no one hears, everyone except for you.

Tongue coming out to wet his lips briefly before he makes his move, not wasting any time, as he begins running his two digits up and down your soaked slit, taking a second at feeling how wet you are. You can feel his cock throb as he circles around your clit twice before moving down to your leaking hole, loving the way he can feel you clench around nothing. Jisung pushes in with one finger, filling you up, and fucking you with the single digit before adding in a second. You mouth falls open as your brows furrow in a silent moan, eyes fluttering over to Jisung’s form, creating eye contact as his own bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, feeling you clench hotly around his fingers. “More.” You mouth silently, Jisung obliges adding his thumb into the mix, using it to stimulate your throbbing clit. Fucking you with his fingers faster, harder. “O-oh.” You moan accidentally, eyes widening as the rest of the boys turn to look at you.

You feel your cheeks heat at all the sudden attention, though Jisung continues to fuck your cunt with his fingers. “What are you two doing?” Chan asks curiously, raising his eyebrow at you as your eyes catch. You open your mouth to answer, but whimper instead, the feeling of Jisung curling his fingers up against your gspot steals your words. Your eyes screw shut as he continues to push against it in a come hither motion.

As your eyes stay shut, you miss the way Minho gestures with his head for Hyunjin to move the blankets. However you don’t miss the feeling of the blankets being stripped away from you, exposing Jisung’s hand buried inside your heat to everyone. So many new feelings coming at once and as your hear a quiet, “oh babygirl.” Fall from Chan’s lips as you feel yourself come undone suddenly, body shaking as you cum, hard. Your cunt squeezing Jisung’s fingers as he fucks you through your orgasm. “So fucking tight. She’s squeezing my fingers.” Jisung pants.

You start come down from your high, chest heaving, attempting to try and regulate your breathing. You feel cold fingers brush along the hem of your top, dancing along your ribs. “Let’s move this hm?” Hyunjin suggests, not waiting for an answer before he’s pulling the little amount of cloth up and over your breasts, your nipples perked and hard as the cold air hits them. Hyunjin brings them between his thumbs and fingers rolling the sensitive bud between his long fingers, making you let out a breathy moan.

“So pretty.” Jisung breathily praises as he watches you face contort in pleasure. “How about you get on your hands and knees for us princess?” Hyunjin suggests softly, you obey when Jisung pats your thigh wordlessly telling you to ‘hurry up.’

As soon as you’re in that very position, you feel Jisung hands or your ass, slipping under the soft material of your shorts before tipping them and peeling them down your legs. Throwing them towards the others as he puts his attention back to you. “Fuck, doll, look how wet you are.” Jisung moans, running his fingers through your folds in one long swipe before he removes his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth. Eyes closing in delight as he tastes your sweet cum on his tongue. You crane your neck up to look at Hyunjin through your lashes, your breath becoming uneven as he smirks down at you. Cupping your chin in one of his palms he runs the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling at the flesh before letting it snap back in place.

“Such pretty lips, want to see them wrapped around my cock.” Hyunjin tells you, eyes quickly flicking to his very obvious bulge. Removing his hand from you he begins to unzip his trousers revealing the he in fact isn’t wearing any underwear either. The sight has you distracted missing Jisung as he does the same. Cock bouncing as he moves closer tip so close to your sopping cunt.

As Hyunjin pushes his tip to your lips, Jisung does the same with his at your entrance, the feeling making your eyes widen, before you let out a small whimper, shaking your hips teasingly as if to entice him to fill you up. “Open.” Hyunjin demands pushing his cock between your lips, the salty taste of his pre cum fills your senses making your mouth water more, moaning around him as you push further down him, swallowing as much as you can get, making him hiss in pleasure. “Fuck, I missed you.” Hyunjin says, his voice quiet as his head tilts backwards hair falling with the motion.

Behind you, Jisung begins to push his tip in, fucking you with it teasingly, as he spreads your ass cheeks apart giving him a beautiful view of your cunt gripping him. “God, always so fucking tight.” He grits, pushing the rest of his cock in, within one swift motion. Making you cry out around Hyunjin’s cock, pushing further down making you gag. Hyunjin’s hand flies up to grip at your hair pulling the strands as his hips begin to move on his own accord. “Love fucking your throat, always take my cock so good.” Hyunjin praises. Jisung wastes no time however before he thrusts in and out of your soaking pussy, the obscene sound of your juices squelching filling the room, making him fuck into your harder. Letting go of your ass with one hand as he reaches round to your clit, rubbing the small bud in circles. You clench around his cock, practically trying to milk him, as he swears under his breath.

Gagging Hyunjin hits the back of your throat, once then twice. “Fuuuuck.” He groans out. You feel your eyes water as he abuses your mouth as he chases his own high. “Gonna cum princess.” He tells you his pace going slightly more erratic, “you’re gonna swallow my cum like a good girl, aren’t you?” He looks down at you, laughing when you try and reply, your words muffled around his cock. Hyunjin grips the bottom of his cock pulling out of your mouth as you stick your tongue out, waiting for him to finish. “God, such a pretty cumslut.” Hyunjins praises, making your cunt clench again around Jisung’s cock, the male still fucking into you. “fuck I’m cumming.” He groans his head tilting back as his eyes screw shut, hand moving fast as he fucks his hand. You practically salivate as you feel the first drip of cum land on your tongue pushing forward to try and catch the rest as he spills it all out. As he comes down, chest heaving as he pants, he looks down at you, smirking at the way most of his cum landed around your mouth.

“So messy.” He tsks, using his thumb to swipe up the cum, pushing the digit into your mouth, humming in approval when you suck and swallow it. “Good girl.” He smiles warmly, patting you on the head affectionately before he gets up to clean himself. Before you could whine about him leaving your attention is forces onto Jisung as he pushes the top of your spine down with his palm. You chest pressed against the cold leather of the sofa. He fucks into you faster, pinning you down as his cock spilts you open. You moan, “f-fuck, j-jisung.” Your mouth falls open as you press your cheek onto the the chair. Catching eyes with the six other men. Noticing how most of them are jerking themselves off to the pornographic scene playing out before them.

The feeling of Jisung’s fingers playing with your clit once again has your body stiffening. ”cum. Now.” Jisung orders, his end so close. You do exactly as he says, your body trembling as you cum hard once again, milking Jisung’s cock dry as he lets out a groan before his milky cum fills up your cunt. “Fuck doll.” He moans out, slowing down his pace as he strokes up and down your back leaning over to kiss the spot between your shoulder blades. “You did so good.” Jisung praises softly, pulling his softening cock out of your swelling cunt. Groaning as he watches his cum begin to seep out of you.

You feel another body hovering over you both, the aura different, more domineering and you couldn’t help but gulp. “Look at the mess you’re making kitten. Jisung gives you his cum and you’re wasting it, like a spoilt brat.” Minho tells you, voice low as he shakes his head disapprovingly. Jisung moves out the way, letting the older male move in his spot. The feeling of fingers on your cunt has your body jolting, still sensitive from your last orgasm. “Don’t. Move.” Minho orders, hand swatting your ass with a smack making you whimper. “Sorry, sir.” You say, looking over your shoulder at him.

“Now. You’ll be a good girl for sir and keep Jisung’s cum inside your cunt. Wont you?” Minho orders, as he scoops up the cum that has began to run down your thighs, moving and pushing it back inside you. Biting your lip as you feel him fuck you with his digits slightly. “Yes sir.” You reply clenching your pussy when he moves his fingers away, stopping it from leaking back out. Minho hums, looking back over to chan, signalling him to come over.

As chan comes to where you both are, he sits down, back in the sofa, spreading his thighs apart, cock already free from when he was jerking himself earlier. His hand lightly taps your cheek, pulling your attention away from Minho that’s behind you. Turning your head to look at him, eyes wide when you find him there, too distracted to even realised that he moved. Tapping his own thigh now as he smirks at you, tongue leaving his mouth to swipe along his bottom lip wetting it. “Come and sit on daddy’s cock.” Nodding your head you move, fast, almost falling over the edge, Chan’s quick to catch you. “Tsk be careful kitten.” You hear Minho say from behind, making your cheeks flush from embarrassment, your obvious neediness amusing them.

Straddling Chan’s thighs, you look up at him, to see he’s already looking back at you, with his lip between his teeth. Running his hand down your sides gently as he caresses you before he wraps his arms around your middle pulling you forward until your chests are against one another. “Want my cock?” He whispers in your ear, already knowing the answer, you nod your head as you grind down on his length, soaking it with your juices, clicking his tongue you feel him swat your ass, making you jump and gasp at the sting. “Words, babygirl. Use them.” He clips, as pulls you off his length, griping it in his hand as he aligns it up to your awaiting entrance. “Yes, please want your cock so bad daddy.” You whine, making Chan chuckle darkly. Not replying as he pushes his tip in. Fucking you with it teasingly. “I don’t think you want it bad enough.” He smirks, and you groan in protest, “n-no want it so badly, f-fuck please.” You cry out as you grip his shoulder nails scratching his skin.

Chan laughs, as he pushes the rest of his length in your warmth. Not moving once he’s fully sheathed inside you. As you open your mouth to whine and complain, you feel a chest being pressed against your back, making you stiffen at the sudden presence. “You better not be whining Kitten. Good sluts take what they’re given and are thankful for it.” Minho tells you hand moving to grip your hair, pulling at the stands harshly. “So what do you say to your daddy, hm?” He asks you, and you whimper out an unsteady “thank you daddy.” The words make Chan hum in approval, thrusting up once and then twice roughly, making you mewl out at the brief pleasure.

“Think you can take both of us, babygirl?” Chan asks, as he runs his fingers delicately along your lips. Your eyes widen at the question, breath catching in your throat as your cunt clenches around Chan’s thick cock making the said male grunt. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He smirks eyebrow raising as he swats your ass, again playfully. You whimper as you feel Minho’s hand letting go of your hair, moving around until it’s at your neck as he holds it within his palm. “Want both our cock inside you kitten? Fuck you dumb?” Minho adds.

“Fuuck~ yes please, wan’ it.” You slur over your words as you feel yourself salivate pathetically at the thought of being stuffed full. You break out of your thoughts when you hear a click of a lid being open. Turning your head around you see Minho squirting lube over his fingers, eyebrows followed in concentration before they flick up to you. A dark smirk spreading on his lips when he sees you blushing. “Need you stretch you open first, Kitty.” He tells you.

Using his fingers he runs them around the rim of your hole, the unknown feeling making you clench around Chan as you whimper. “P-please.” You whine, to who? You didn’t know the answer to that one. Chan begins to fuck into you slowly, carefully, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. “Such a good girl for us aren’t you, babygirl?” He praises, thumbs moving in circle motions on your hips to keep you relaxed.

You feel your body stiffen when you feel Minho push in the first finger slowly, holding your breath as you burry your face into Chans neck, the elder continues to softly fuck his cock into your needy cunt. “Relax kitten, it’ll be easier to take when you relax.” Minho says, his free palm running up and down your back, massaging you. When his finger is finally buried knuckle deep inside you, you let as a breathy moan, wiggling your hips, getting used to the feeling. “That’s is kitty, taking it so good.” Minho breathes out the praise, beginning to move the digit in and out of you, biting his lip when you clench around him, your ass practically sucking his finger back in whenever he pulls out.

“Gonna add another finger okay?” Minho asks waiting for you to nod before he presses the second finger in slowly. The time you moan, loud, “f-fuck.” Your finger nails scrapping against the flesh of Chan’s shoulders making the male hiss through his teeth, his hips stuttering for a second as he holds himself back from fucking you hard. Minho begins to fuck his two fingers in and out of you at the same pace as Chan’s fucking your cunt. The feeling overwhelming as you just feel so much pleasure coursing through your veins. “Oh g-god.” You whine, pushing back on the two of them, clenching uncontrollably around them both. “Feel good babygirl?” Chan asks, lips between his teeth as you suck and bite on his neck, marking him unconsciously. You whine out, words coming out all jumbled unable to create a sentence.

That has Minho pushing in a third finger, making you squeal out, almost drooling all over Chan. “Wan cock, s-sir.” You slur, managing half a sentence as your brain only becomes filled with the fleeing of them both inside you. Minho hums as he pulls out his fingers, making you whine in protest before your quickly shutted up when he covers your mouth with his palm. “Quit being impatient, you wanted my cock. I need to make sure it won’t hurt.” He hisses, voice low as he nips at your lobe, you feel your body stiffened once again as the tip of Minho’s cock presses against your hole. Pushing in, pausing once the tip’s fully inside you. “Relax babygirl.” Chan reminds you, bring his hand in between both of your body’s his thumb coming into contact with your clit, rubbing the small nub in circles. When Minho feels you relax beneath him he continues to push his cock in, until he’s full buried with in your ass, hip flush against yours.

He waits patiently for your approval to move not wanting to hurt you. When you nod paired with a small ‘okay’ he begins to move his cock slowly. The feeling is foreign but god does it feel so fucking good. “O-oh.” You moan, both males fucking their cocks into you as the same slow but deep pace. Hitting all those sweet spots inside you that has you seeing stars. “A-ah c-cumi-“ was all the words you manage to say as a sudden orgasm washes over you, your body convulsing as they continue to fuck into you, riding it out.

“Look at you, two seconds of having my cock in your ass and your already cumming.” Minho teases, smirking as he hears your breath hitch. Both Chan and Minho’s eyes locked wordlessly exchanging thoughts. Both males smirk as Minho’s hand reaches into your hair again tugging you up and away from Chan’s neck. They both give you no warning as they fucking into you harder, Chan pulling out as Minho pushes in, and god there’s so much feeling. “Our dumb little fuck doll aren’t you, love having both are cocks buried in you, fucking cockslut.” Chan degrades. Chuckles as you whine. Removing his hand from you clot he pushes the digit into your open mouth, watching the way you suck your juice off it with dark eyes.

“So. fucking. tight.” Minho grits, thrusting with each word spanking your ass with his free hand before spreading it apart with that same one hand watching the way their cocks fill you up. “C-close.” You pant, eyes rolling to back of your head when Chan removes his thumb from your mouth wrapping it around your throat. Your cunt clenches like a vice around them, milking them as you force them towards their own orgasms. “Cum.” Minho demands, the males thrusting both become sloppy and uncoordinated as you cum around them, mouth open in silent moans.

Chan grunts as his cum floods your pussy, the milky substance mixing with Jisung’s, over flowing as it starts running down his shaft. Minho growls as his cum also fills you, holding still so it spills deep within your ass.

Coming down from your third orgasm, your eyes shut as you pant heavily, whimpering when both Chan and Minho both finally pull out their soften cocks from you. With a small kiss Minho also lets go of the grip he has in your hair smoothing your sensitive scalp with a small massage. Chan moves his hand to the side of your neck caressing the skin softly. You whimper sadly as you suddenly feel so empty. “Sh it’s okay, baby. You did such a good job.” You hear changbin coo, from next to the three of you, making you look at him, eyes widening when you see he’s naked, cock heavy and hard, pre cum smeared all over his tip. You pull yourself from the two eldest, crawling off the sofa with shaky legs, kneeling before changbin, you look up at him through your lashing, watching the way he bites his lip.

“What are you doing, hm?” Changbin asks playfully, eyebrow raising with it. “Wanna suck your cock.” You reply, tongue coming out to lick up his pre cum, before pulling away. “Can I?” You ask, hopefully, and Changbin almost coos at how cute you’re acting not buying it for a second. “Hm I don’t know, I think you’ve had enough cock already.” He smirks down at you fingers combing through your hair gently before griping at the roots, tugging you closer to his cock, the tip just touching your lips. But it’s not enough for you to actually be able to wrap your lips around him.

You let out a broken whine at that, both knowing you still want more. “P-please.” You beg, pathetically, batting your eyes lids up at him as your eyes water slightly. Changbin pretends to think about it for a second before he pulls you closer forcing your mouth open to take in his thick girth. “Gonna fuck your throat.” He tells you pushing his fell length down, making you gag around him. The feeling making him groan as he starts thrusting harshly. Hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, as he holds your jaw, gently, the opposite of how he’s grips your hair. “That’s right, baby, so pretty when you gag on my big cock.” He praises, as you feel him swipe his thumb over your cheek, the skin turning wet. “Look at you, crying, cute.” He says, your cheeks heating in slight embarrassment.

Tears roll down your face as you continue to choke and gag around him. Letting him use your mouth as he pleases like a fuckdoll. “Want my cum baby?” He asks, although he already knows the answer, but you nod anyway unable to give a verbal reply.

“That’s right, you’re gonna take my cum down your throat like a good little cumslut aren’t you?” He bites his lips, thrusts becoming sloppy at his own words effect him as much as they do you. Removing his hand from your jaw he moves it to your throat, feeling his cock down it as it bulges out slightly with every time he thrusts in. “Always suck my cock so good.” He praises before adding. “Gonna cum. You’ll swallow it all.”

Changbins head tips back as his orgasm rushes through him like he’s on cloud nine, his stuttering in movement. You feel the warmth of his cum hitting the back of your throat, running down it as he stills.

Looking down at you when he comes down, panting he smiles letting go of your throat and the harsh grip of your hair he combs through it again gently and soothingly. “Good girl.” He says as he pulls his sickening cock from your mouth. You gasps for a much needed breath as you swallow his salty cum down. Smiling up at the male, hazily. You spot Felix behind him, walking up to the pair of you as they whisper softly to one another before Changbin leans down to give you a quick kiss, before moving out of the way.

Felix gently lifts you up on your feet by your arm, holding you steady as he leads to back to the sofa, your body more then ready to take whatever he offers you. Laying himself down, face up as he smirks at you seductively. “Sit on my face angel.” He proposes, tongue coming out to flick at his upper lip teasingly. You practically jump into place carefully straddling his head as he become faced with the sight of your soaked core, a mixed of cum dripping out of you.

Felix licks his lips, as he places his hands on your thighs pulling you down until his tongue licks up your core, the sweet and salty taste of the multiple different cum, making him groan deeply. The vibrations of the groan goes straight to your cunt, whining out as you grind down on him. The feeling of his tongue running through your folds quickly becomes addicting, sucking of your clit before fucking into you with his wet muscle.

From the corner of your eyes you see Felix’s cock twitch, his length hard against his stomachs as it practically begs for your attention. So you give it just that, leaning forward you wrap your hand around his length pumping it a few time before you place your mouth on him sucking on his tip as pre cum drips on to your mouth. Moaning at his taste. Felix groans beneath you when he feels you suck him, loving them way you greedily stuff him down your throat. His effort doubles as he adds his fingers into the mix. Pushing two inside of you with ease from all the cum acting as lubricant. “Such a messy pussy.” He pulls away to catch his breath, before diving back in.

Groaning around his length you feel yourself flush as his comment, only pushing out more juices out as you clench around his fingers. You push your head fully down, breathing through your nose as you go down his length deep throating him, making him thrust his hips slightly with a grunt of approval. You reach out with play with his balls, making him stutter in his movement. “Fuck angel, if you keep this up you’ll have me cumming.”

You hum putting your full effort into sucking him off, wanting nothing more to taste his cum. You feel your body stiffen however when his teeth lightly scrape against your sensitive nub. Breath hitching as you pull up gasping from breath, cumming suddenly on Felix’s tongue. “Fuck, fuck l-, fuck.” You whine, eyes screwed shut as you continue to stroke his cock with no coordination whatsoever. “That’s is angel, let me taste you.” Felix encourages as he gets the first drop of your fresh cum. The taste making his own eyes roll back as he begins to fuck himself into your hand. No warning as he cums with you. The feeling of his cum shooting out landing on your fist has your eyes widening as you lean forward to catch the rest of it in your mouth. Swallowing it down greedily with a moan.

As you come down from your high you move away from Felix letting the male breathe once again, your cum smeared all of over his chin as it shines in the light. A cough brings your attention off of Felix finding the two youngest waiting for their turn next to you patiently. The way Seungmin sits with his legs spread invitingly has your cunt clenching again, waiting nothing more than to filled up again. Turning back to Felix you kiss him, making him hum, as he pulls you closer before pulling away. “As much as I want to stay here and kiss you, they need you more angel.” Felix says giving you one last kiss before pushing himself up and off the sofa, leaving the room to wash himself up, but not before he sends you a quick wink from over his shoulder.

Turning back to the two boys, you check them both out, seeing their both already free of clothes. Cocks hard. Jeongins even got his hand wrapped around his as he stares at your cunt with no hesitation or embarrassment. You feel your cheeks flush when you hear Seungmin chuckle, “are you gonna come over here and sit on my cock or are you just gonna continue staring at us like a drooling slut?”

Your body moves on it’s own, straddling Seungmin as you line his tip to your entrance, sinking down on him within the next second. Your cunt greedily sucking his length in one swift movement. Groaning Seungmins head falls back on the sofa, gulping as he gets intoxicated by the feeling of your warmth wrapped around him. “Fuck how are you still this tight?” He asks rhetorically, thrusting in time with you as you ride him. Your tits bouncing begging for his attention as he sucks one into his mouth. Biting on sucking on your nipple like a man starved.

Beside you Jeongins fist pumps faster along his length the sinful sight of your cunt swallowing Seungmin’s cock is almost too much for him. The sounds of his whimpers makes you look at him, eyebrows knitted in pleasure as Seungmin fully takes over the pace of the thrusts. “C’mere baby.” You whine to Jeongin, as you reach out for him with grabby hands, making him smile at your neediness. Thinking about how he’s glad he’s not the only one.

Your hand comes down to his cock, wrapping over his hand before he lets go. Letting you take over and stroke him instead. Leaning towards you, your lips meet in a hungry kiss, that’s filled with nothing but tongue and teeth as you swallow one another moans and groans. “F-fuck. I missed this tight cunt.” Seungmin chants breathily, at this point he’s slamming his hips up into you, balls creating a slapping noice against the flesh of your ass.

You couldn’t say anything back, as Jeongin keeps you in place with one hand as he’s kissing you until you both run out of breath. “Gonna cum inside your pretty pussy sweetheart.” Seungmin warns, before he cums within you. Pushing in as far as he get, hips flush together as he holds you against him. His thumb rushes towards your clit rubbing the sensitive nub harshly, making your pussy clench around him milking him as you cum for the umpteenth time. Gasping against Jeongins mouth as he too, cums at the sound of your high pitch whines, your grip on his cock tightening as you continue to eagerly stroke him.

The feeling of his warm cum hitting the round swell of the cheeks of your ass has you groaning, coming down from your intense orgasm. Laughing lightly at the way seungmin clings to you, not letting you move when you try to get off of him. Letting go of Jeongin’s cock he practically throws himself back to sitting on the sofa bouncing as his bum comes in contact. You lazily lay your head onto Seungmin’s shoulder giving into his clingyness, as you look at the seven men that are once again all sprawled out on the rest of the chair, and who also all look like they’ve came, multiple times, you pant as you try to catch your breath.

All nine of you don’t say anything, laying in the comforting sound of silence that surrounds you all. The feeling of Seungmin’s fingers running up and down your spine soothingly has you sighing in delight. But a thought that come to you forces you to break the peaceful atmosphere, as you begin chuckling to yourself hand coming up to cover your mouth. “What you laughing at baby?” Changbin asks from the side of you. Turning your head you continue to laugh, eyes sparkling as you look over the rest of the boys. “I won.”

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[qqueenofhades]

I live in Michigan, a northern and decidedly blue state (even must Republicans here are pretty chill, aside from the ones that rated to murder our governor for quarantine a few years back), and I have to say sometimes I forget that there are places where LGBT+ people actively fear for their lives. People are very open here and it’s not uncommon to see gay couples out together at the zoo or just walking down the street. I hope that becomes reality for the rest of America soon 💙

The red place I lived before now was in eastern Washington, just across the border from Coeur d'Alene, Idaho (which, as you may or may not know, has long been a hotbed for white supremacists and has gotten increasingly radicalized on an entire county-wide level; it was the site of the thwarted attack on the Pride event, earlier this year, by a U-Haul of Patriot Front white-nationalist militants). I have been the only person wearing a mask in Coeur d'Alene in the height of the pandemic, and have patronized gay-friendly businesses in that area, which is NOT necessarily a safe thing to advertise. (At least across the border in WA, it was still a red area, but technically a blue state, so masks were mandatory.) I was always careful about what I did and what I looked like and whether some passing idiot might pick a fight with me for wearing a mask (fortunately, this did not happen). But yes, it was something I was always, always aware of.

The place I live now is a very red, very rural part of an otherwise blue state (as my parents were priced out of the large and very blue city where I was born and where I grew up generally in proximity). I am not necessarily in the closet; I look queer, I have a queer haircut, I have queer pins on my backpack. But I don't wear my "The First Pride Was a Riot" tank top, or my Black Lives Matter t-shirt, or my Elizabeth Warren Pride shirt, or anything else like that, in public. I am always conscious of where I am standing and who might be looking at the gay pins on my backpack. I am ESPECIALLY aware of the fact that the ranch of gay and trans people who live just outside of town (I visited them last year, they were very cool and it was very nice to hang out in an unapologetically queer space) had to buy (and learn to use) guns for their own protection, after the local neo-Nazis threatened them and kept trespassing onto their property with the obvious intention of harming them. (Yes, "local neo-Nazis" are a thing here, and the county sheriff has alleged links with white supremacists.) We live next-goddamn-door to a guy with "Don't Tread on Me" and "Let's Go Brandon" signs/flags. The school board is currently under takeover by right-wing extremists. My mother, the director of the local library, is bracing herself and her staff for expected materials challenges/book ban requests/GODDAMN POSSIBLE ACTIVE SHOOTER TRAINING. Because it is not totally out of the question that some gun-crazy wingnut could come in and, well, try to do something terrible.

This is exhausting to think about (and worry about). It is not a huge thing, or something that stops me from living my life more or less as normal, but it is in the back of my mind every day. This is why I need to get out of here (there are other reasons, but that is the main one). Because quite simply, I am not safe here, and I know it. Thankfully I have not had any direct trouble, but it's still the case. So yes. If you live in a blue area and you have a job that an overeducated nerdy PhD historian could do, hit me up.

[astranva]

TikTok Compilation (pt.2)

Word Count: 1.8k

Category: Fluff

Warning: Some language, very, very slight implied smut; like, it’s a line.

Summary: Yet another compilation of Y/N and Harry content on TikTok as a couple.

// masterlist //

a/n i’ve been receiving loads of tiktok requests so i combined some here! y’all have been asking for this for so long, sorry it took me long to post! let me know what you think. stay safe, friends!

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Surely, you had hoped life would have taken a turn a long time ago with the pandemic.

Going outside without masks and crippling fear seemed like a dream, despite it all having been a reality for most of our lives. And while it was cliché, you truly don’t know what you have until it’s gone, like the boring routine you had complained about but now wished to get back.

And in your case, you also didn’t know that one app could have the ability to make things slightly easier during these times – TikTok.

Call it as you may, but quarantine TikTok content was a blessing and while you could swear by that, so could the fans and everyone else on the app since the moment you (and Harry) joined.

Having had tried so many pranks, challenges, and dances, you showed no signs of coming to an end of finding humor and pleasure from the app that Gen Z dominated with the wildest spirits.

With wild spirits, came wild content and for a generation that is openly expressive, there was also wholesome content; all of which Harry’s fans had tagged you to do and try with him.

‘Make your partner impersonate you’

For that one, Harry seemed to be the most excited to do, face beaming with a thousand spiraling ideas of things he could do and say.

The moment the video began, Harry was seen under your white covers, your pink velvet headband that everyone considered iconic rested on his head to show that he was acting like you, pretending to be sleepy as he spoke in a softer voice than his, “Don’t want to get up. More cuddles, please, baby.”

Then video then cut to Harry in the kitchen, you following behind him.

“I wonder where H is, need to pinch his bum.” He said in the same pitch he used for the previous shot.

The video then cut to Harry sitting on the couch beside you, holding his phone, “Baby, look at that!” He showed you his phone, showing you a video on TikTok, “Can we do it?”

‘Wipe your lips after your bf kisses you’

For this, you were picking Harry up from the studio.

Waiting in the parking lot, you had your phone placed behind the box of tissues.

To stay safe, you began recording a normal video for you to edit later as you waited for Harry to show.

When he did, Harry looked right and left as he searched for your car before his eyes fell on you and despite the mask on his face hiding half of it, you could tell that he smiled.

Getting inside the car, Harry took off his mask with a sigh, “First time to actually breathe since morning.” He said before leaning closer to you, pressing his lips against yours.

Doing your part, you looked ahead as you wiped your lips with the back of your hand, noticing Harry’s body stiff as he looked at you.

“Did you just-” He paused, “Did you wipe your lips?”

You hummed in confusion, acting as if you hadn’t heard him as you looked at him.

“Did you-Come here,” he frowned before pulling you close by your hoodie’s drawstrings, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss again.

Again, you wiped your lips.

“Why are you doing that?” He asked, not only confusion being evident in his tone, but hurt, too, “Why are you wiping my ki-Babe, I’m clean.”

“What?” You asked, looking at him as you smiled amusingly, trying to contain your laughter.

“Why are you wiping my kiss?” Harry almost whined, frowning.

“I’m sorry, it’s for TikTok,” you giggled, breaking into laughter when he groaned with a roll of his eyes before he grabbed your jaw, kissing your lips more aggressively.

“Never again.”

‘Let go of your partner’s hand and see what they do’

If there was one thing Harry liked to brag about, it was knowing how to multitask; drive with one hand, hold yours with the other.

It was a natural occurrence for the both of you to hold hands when he drove, no matter what.

Deciding to try that one trend, you took advantage of Harry being focused on the road to film your intertwined hands on your thigh for two seconds before taking your hand out of his.

Instantly, Harry glanced at you, seemingly unaware to you tilting your phone in the other hand to film his face, “Why’d you leave my hand?” He only mumbled before opening his palm towards you once again, smiling when he heard you softly giggle as you put your hand back in his, cooing when he raised it his lips, pressing a soft and gentle kiss on your knuckles, “This stays right here.”

‘Film yourself acting like your partner’

Since the TikTok of Harry acting you like received so many reactions, among them were fans asking you to act like Harry as well, and Harry was down to watch that happen.

Harry recorded you, first shot of video being a little shaky as he couldn’t contain his giggles while watching you in his flared pants, an oversized shirt, his cross pendant on your neck between the valley of your chest, rings on your fingers that showed chipped black polish on your nails.

Your hair was gathered up in a scrunchie, one leg over the other as you sat on a chair, “I’m Harry Styles,” you began, “And like, I never explain my music, I let people interpret it the way they want because music,” you sucked a breath, “Is art. It’s a form of expression that isn’t limited, it’s, like, very open. Like the ocean.” You said slowly, mimicking Harry’s accent and smiling at the end when Harry burst out laughing.

For the next shot, you were in Harry’s white bathrobe, coming out of the bathroom before leaning on the doorframe and looking at Harry as he filmed you, “You sure you’re going to let me shower alone, love?”

Another shot was of you in Harry’s joggers and TPWK black hoodie, sprawled on your couch with the hood on, looking at Harry in disbelief as you still mimicked his accent and deep voice, “Excuse me? Why are you standing there and not cuddling me?”

In a grey tank top of his that you dramatically spilt water on to make it look like sweat and sweat shorts, you had Harry’s boxing gloves on your hands as you bumped your fists together, approaching Harry as he recorded, “God, I’m so sweaty, I have to go hug my girlfriend.”

For the final shot, you had Harry’s guitar in your arms, adjusting the strap as you stood, “I’m going to write a song that is so sexual and record it but I’m not going to release it because I’m a biiiiiitch.” You sang, dramatically strumming the guitar.

‘Pretend to take a mirror selfie with your partner then whisper something dirty in their ear’

You enjoyed the sun; the way it sneaked inside yours and Harry’s room from the sides of your curtains, lit up the room so warmly.

You enjoyed how the natural lighting looked for pictures.

You also enjoyed teasing the shit out of your boyfriend.

“Come here,” you made one grabby hand at Harry who entered the room, scratching his chin, “Let’s take a picture.”

Already used to random pictures being taken together, Harry reached you, standing in front of your vanity mirror as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss against your temple.

Oblivious to it being a video, Harry leaned his chin on your shoulder, giving his famous smug look to the mirror as you held up your phone.

Turning your head, you made sure your voice was low so that your phone wouldn’t pick what you said;

“Want you to pound me.”

And instantly, Harry’s smug look faltered; his eyes widening, face brightening as he looked at you as you giggled before releasing a squeal once you felt him carry you and move you from where you stood, and to the bed as you laughed.

‘Tell your partner your ex wants to return a hoodie of yours’

Propping your phone up, you made sure it showed Harry as he cooked while you sat on the kitchen stool.

You folded your arms on the table, clearing your throat as you eyed Harry while he was chopping carrots.

“Hey, H,” Harry hummed, stealing a glance at you before looking back at his chore, “My ex called earlier,”

At this, Harry’s eyebrows furrowed before he looked up at you, putting down the knife and leaning his hands on the counter, his arms seeming to look bigger as he tensed, “What did he say?”

Trying not to laugh, you looked down, beginning to play with your fingers before giving him a shrug, “Just that he still has a hoodie of mine at his place,”

“Yeah?”

“And asked if I need it back.”

“What did you say?”

You gave him another shrug, “Said I’ll let him know.”

“Well, do you need it?” He asked, “Like really need it?”

“Yeah, it was my high school’s.”

“But baby, you have a lot of hoodies,” one hand of his reached to his lips, fingers grazing his bottom lip for a moment, “Can get it for you.”

“That’d be so awkward, H,” you sighed.

“Why? I’m your boyfriend.” Harry reasoned, “Maybe I can just come with you,” he said again before his face lit up, “I can have it customized instead. Just tell me how it looked like and-”

“Baby, no,” you chuckled, “It won’t be the same.”

“Come on, love,” he frowned, “He calls you 3 years later to tell you he still has your hoodie. You don’t think that’s suspicious? He knows you’re with m-Everyone knows we’re together.”

“Maybe he forgot,” you shrugged, “Actually, let me call and as-”

“Oh, fuck no!” Harry instantly rushed to you.

‘Aggressively tell your partner you love them’

Chilling on the couch, Harry was watching the TV, unaware of your phone that had been resting on the shelf to record you beforehand.

You stomped where Harry was, whose head snapped to you, his mouth chewing his banana bite slower as he eyed you carefully, taking in your angry state.

You threw your notebook on the couch beside him, “I love you!” You said aggressively, a frown on your face as you pointed at him, “I fucking love you!”

Harry took a moment, his face shifting to one of amusement before he raised his hands up – one holding his banana – before pointing at you, “I fucking love you, too!” He screamed.

“No, no,” you shook your head, still aggressively speaking, “I love you more!”

“I’m so fucking in love with you!” Harry said as aggressively, standing in an instant, towering over you as he pressed himself against you before wrapping one arm around you, “Why are we shouting, you weirdo?”

‘Stick your hand out and see what your partner does’

Harry was sat beside you on his laptop, music blasting from it as he emailed himself some tasks.

Recording him with one hand, you reached your arm out, opening your palm at him.

Harry looked down at your hand, a smile making its way to his face before he looked at you before placing his chin on your hand, closing his eyes as he gave you a dopey smile as you squished his cheeks while giggling, “Hiii.”

[moonlightlullaby]

no celebrations?

summary: Corpse and reader celebrate his birthday in the most chill way. Based on this lovely request (ty again for sending it!) 

pairing: corpse husband x gn! reader

category: fluff

warnings: food ingestion; alcohol ingestion; loads of physical touch (let me know if I forgot to mention anything)

A/N: Hello (: This is such a lovely concept, I just couldn’t wait to get started hehe Also, I got a bit carried away and just went with it, so I’m really sorry if that’s not what you’d pictured. I do hope you enjoy it tho <3 Take care!

word count: 2.4k

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Walking into our shared bedroom, I catch the sight of Corpse exiting the bathroom. As our eyes lock, my lips curl up tiredly and a long sigh I didn’t even know I’ve been holding finally frees itself. He sits on the edge of our bed and extends his hand to me. When I take it, he pulls me so I stand in the space between his legs.

“How was the day?” he asks with both of his hands on my waist. 

I hum, quirking a brow and tilting my head a bit “At least tomorrow - you know, the most unspecial, completely ordinary day of the year -” this earns a giggle from my boyfriend “is Sunday and I can just ignore all of that” I wave my hand in the direction of the adjacent room, where my laptop - filled with texts, assignments, spreadsheets and appointed Zoom calls - is. 

At my words, Corpse wraps his arms around my figure, pulls my body even closer to him and plants a kiss on my stomach through my shirt. My hands, in turn, caress his upper back and soft hair. 

Coming in contact with the string of his eyepatch in the process, I lean back slightly, which causes him to shoot up at me with a small frown and pouty lips. He sits still, though, as I carefully remove his eyepatch, and, while his eyes are still closed, I give each of his lids a peck. He smiles and tilts his head up to meet my lips in a long, tender and effortless kiss. Oh finally.

The idea of quarantining together was welcomed as a blessing by both of us. It meant more time spent together after all. However, with my school and work demands and Corpse’s irregular schedule, we still barely see each other throughout the day in spite of being a few feet apart from one another. And when bedtime rolls in, we’re both so exhausted all we can do is mumble words that could be counted in the fingers of one hand before drifting off. This, of course, when my boyfriend doesn’t stay up until dawn working. Don’t get me wrong, I’m his number 1 fan and admire his passion and all the hard work he puts in everything he sets his mind to, but I’m also not going to lie and say I don’t miss his warmth at night. Hence I want to devote this Sunday to him.

After a while, I break the silence “I’ll be right back.”

I let go of his hold and take my turn to use the bathroom. After doing my night routine, brushing my teeth and getting into my cozy pajamas, I walk back in the dark room and lie down, settling myself back in Corpse’s hug like two puzzle pieces matching together.

~~~~~

The excitement for a new day - not any day, no, but August 8th - washes over me as soon as I open my eyes and get a glimpse of the sleepy boy next to me. 

A couple of minutes go by as I contemplate on getting up, torn between prolonging our cuddling for some more and doing something to show Corpse my appreciation for him. The latter wins and I, cautious not to wake him up, slowly unwrap my arms from him and step out of the bed. Drawing the curtains to make sure the summer daylight doesn’t disturb his peaceful state of mind, I make my way out of the room and to the kitchen. 

Wondering what to make for breakfast, I take a good look around until my eyes catch the plethora of fruits we’ve bought a few days ago. Fruit salad it is. 

Corpse has, for as long as we’ve known each other, made it very clear he isn’t too fond of his anniversary and similar celebrations - and, even if he hadn’t explained it to me, it’s rather evident how uncomfortable they make him. This year, his friends’ and especially his fans’ hype for the date - although unintentionally - has added an extra layer of unease to it all, to which I don’t intend to contribute.

Even though I don’t want to make matters worse and would never overstep his boundaries like this (because, thankfully, I’m not Betty Cooper and he isn’t Jughead Jones), I still want to celebrate Corpse. I want to celebrate his birth and his existence, which I’m immensely grateful for. He’s both the best friend I can confide in blindly and the lover I want to share my lifetime with. He sticks to his truth and dreams higher than I could ever imagine. He turns the darkness in the world and in his mind into light with his words and with his laugh. Having him in my life is one of the best things to ever happen to me and seeing him fly makes me more proud than I can put into words. 

There’s a lot to toast to, so the solution is a celebration that is so smooth and so chill - the smoothest and most chill possible - that it doesn’t even feel like one. Just log off and enjoy a laid back day together.

As I chop a kiwi and make a mental list of fun and uncomplicated things we can do that don’t require much time and many skills, in walks Corpse, in an old white tee which is one too many sizes bigger than him and in his black sweatpants. He rubs his eyes and lets a raspy “good morning”.

“Mornin- wow! They really weren’t lying when they said when you hit 24, hotness knocks at your door”

He chuckles and shakes his head “No one’s said that”

“Well, then consider yourself the muse of a new proverb, baby”

He scrunches up his nose in response before grabbing the cup of orange juice I’d placed on the counter and taking a gulp. 

“Thank you” he turns my face and gives me an orange-flavoured kiss, neither of us having ever really cared about morning breath. 

“For calling you hot? Oh save it to when I’m done with the list of cheesy compliments I have for you” I take a grape and before I can get it in my mouth, he steals it, with wrinkles on the corner of his eyes.

“Then we’d be here for eternity!” he’s not wrong.

Corpse helps me put the fresh fruits in bowls and, with them and our juice cup in hand, we head to the balcony. Sitting next to each other, we calmly eat, take in the light blue sky and the cars and passersby changing the scenery ahead of us. Conversation flows naturally.

As we empty our bowls - after stealing many bits from each other -, I twist in my seat and face him “Hey, Corpse, do you see this?” I point to the very prominent and familiar dark circles under my eyes. “Wanna help me get rid of them?” I ask, knowing damn well it’d take a lifetime for them to actually go away and not giving up regardless.

~~~~~

The bathroom is filled with chatter and laughter and the sink, with hair clips, scrunchies, a sharpie, bowls, hair products and a towel. Corpse hisses as our cool homemade face mask comes in contact with his skin. His curly hair is pushed back and held by a blue hairband and I apply the mask to his face, making sure not to leave any spots uncovered. Well, that’s what I’m trying to do, which becomes an unnecessarily challenging task when my lovely partner can’t be still for more than two seconds. 

He kept switching between dancing to Soulmate, by Mac Miller, and mouthing its lyrics. Now that I got him - after a small threat that I wouldn’t hesitate putting this weird mix we made in his pretty mouth - to keep his lips together, the (adorable, admittedly) swaying, however, continues. He stops momentarily, only to shuffle things around right after.

Something cold touches my skin, making it my turn to let out a hiss this time. The sound is accompanied by a small jump, caused by the surprise. Corpse chuckles and, when I glance at the spot on my arm the cold thing came in contact with, I realize it’s just the sharpie. All he does is give me a mischievous smile.

While I keep massaging his face and covering it with the mask, Corpse litters my body with his drawings. Smiley faces, lightning bolts, hearts, clouds... his repertoire is vast and any exposed skin he can find becomes his canvas. Each line causing me to giggle and shudder a little. With him focused on his creations, it’s 10 times easier for me to complete my task. 

“Alright, my turn” he states, smiling, and I’m quick to grab the sharpie. 

As he adjusts a matching hairband on my head, I put a dainty heart on his neck. And, as he takes the bowl in his hands, I swiftly plant a kiss on top of the drawing. At this, he sighs in content and my chest gets warmer.

I soon understand how hard it was for him to stay still as Stay comes on and all I want to do is have a little karaoke session and dance. Corpse entertains himself with my struggle and, because it’s his birthday, I’ll let it slide. So, to make the whole process easier, instead of focusing on the song, I focus on the gorgeous face in front of me. A beautiful face to a beautiful soul. 

One of the various perks of sharing an apartment with Corpse is I get to see this face in all ways: sleepy, completely clean - no makeup, no mask -, all wrinkled in the morning, red when he’s embarrassed or when he laughs too hard… His laughter. Its sound pulls me from my trance “You’re staring, y/n” 

“Well, at least I wasn’t moving around, Corpse” I reply with squinted eyes and nudge his side playfully. 

We begin collecting the things scattered across the sink and storing them in the cabinet, and the song comes to an end, giving way to Dang!

“How long do we keep these on?” 

I hum at the question and check the playlist on shuffle on my phone “How does 5 minutes and 2 seconds sound?” 

Facing him, his grin mirrors mine and he spins me around. We laugh and allow ourselves to be as goofy as possible, jamming and moving our limbs around with a green paste on our faces.

~~~~~

After washing off the masks in the shower and painting our nails - so we’re both rocking the black nail polish look -, we’ve set our minds to - finally - finish the puzzle we started two months ago. It’s a 90’s anime setting inspired composition and we’d gotten about 40% of it done before our schedules got more hectic and the game, well, pushed aside. For weeks, the pieces sat on the ground of our living room and silently judged us every time either of us stepped to the side, as we crossed the room, in order not to crush them.

Sitting around the puzzle with comfy clothes, we team up against it and indulge in the wine Corpse’s got us and the hawaiian pizza I’ve ordered. 

As the picture comes more and more to life, moments of comfortable silence and of chattery - when we talk about anything from our shopping list and gossip about our neighbours’ lives to parallel universes and the matrix - follow one another. A different playlist on shuffle is our background noise. 

Time flies and the sun’s already hidden when it clicks to us that there are only 5 pieces left. Each piece is fitted in the whole with a giddier feeling than the previous. Corpse picks the last one - deep blue with purple and black specks - and turns to me with an excited smile and an eager gaze that I’m sure are mirrored on my face. I nod encouragingly. He places it in the puzzle and celebratory sounds fill the room.

Corpse stretches his arms and pulls me in a hug, but, since we’re both kneeling and because of the distance between us, we end up falling and lying on the ground in rather uncomfortable positions. 

“Come on, puzzle, that was easy breezy! Gotta step up your game if you really wanna challenge this duo right here!”

“Oh for sure!” Corpse squeaks as we laugh at our nonsensical brag.

After a moment while we catch our breath, he rubs my back and speaks, pulling my attention to him “Not that I’m not loving this position, but what if we watched some Drag Race?”

Is this man real? If I couldn’t feel his heart beating under me or his arms around my figure, I’d be sure he’s just a figment of my imagination. “But it’s your b- don’t you wanna choose something you like more? Li-” 

“Nope,” he boops my nose “Drag Race, or maybe Love Island, would be great right now.” And people still dare say the perfect man doesn’t exist!

“You’re such a dream!” I give him a quick peck before continuing “Ok, so I put on the show and you get more wine…?” He hums in approval and stands up. Our eyes briefly jump from each other to the puzzle and back to each other, then we simply nod. A silent agreement to leave the puzzle here. We’re both too lazy to put all the pieces back in the box and too proud of our achievement to let it go just yet; besides, everything’s been sitting here for about two months, what are a few more hours?

He steps to the side, gets our glasses and makes his way to the kitchen. I lie on the couch and scan Netflix for Drag Race. Corpse comes back, placing the glasses next to the couch, and gently lies down on top of me. He nests his head on my chest and we both hum contently.  

While RuPaul announces what the winner’s prize will be, I play with his hair, letting my fingers knead his curls. His right hand flies up to meet mine and I bring our intertwined hands to my lips, peppering his knuckles with kisses. The gesture is cut by a loud laugh that escapes my lips as miss Vanjie Mateo’s iconic moment replays on the screen. 

“Hey,” Corpse’s voice makes me look right back at him “I love you. You know that, right?”

My heart melts at his words and at the way he’s looking at me right now. I nod with a smile.

“I love you too, birthday boy.”

[myhoneststudyblr]

every single student in the world has likely procrastinated at some point - i know i definitely have! sometimes i think it can be quite helpful because means that you don't spend every minute of every day studying... but on the other hand, it can become very hard to beat. there are so many advice posts in the community on this topic but i thought that i would share my own tips! 

disclaimer: everyone studies differently and these are my personal tips. they may not work for you but they can be a good starting point 

What is Procrastination?

i found this little summary of procrastinating on the internet and thought it completely covered everything that i wanted to say on this point:

Procrastination is the habit of delaying an important task, usually by focusing on less urgent, more enjoyable, and easier activities instead. It is different from laziness, which is the unwillingness to act.

Procrastination can restrict your potential and undermine your career. It can also disrupt teamwork, reduce morale, and even lead to depression and job loss. So, it's crucial to take proactive steps to prevent it.

The first step to overcoming procrastination is to recognize that you're doing it. Then, identify the reasons behind your behavior and use appropriate strategies to manage and overcome it.

- How to Stop Procrastinating by Mindtools

so what is learnt from this is that:

procrastination is not being lazy 

it is avoiding tasks by doing other easier tasks

it can have negative effects

you need to proactively take steps to avoid it 

first, recognise the procrastinating then use strategies to break the cycle

Conventional Tips

these are the basic tips that are some of the most well-known strategies for ending procrastination and can be some of the most important steps!

1. get organised. tidy up your desk to study space because there is nothing worse than having to work in a place that is chaotic and mess. collect the information you need for the task, for example, notes you've made or a textbook. 

2. to-do lists are your friend. a lot of people (including me) really struggle with timetables for studying because it can seem really structured and there is no flexibility or real allowance for things that may crop up during the day (your food takes longer to cook, you have to unexpectedly do a task around the house, you get a really bad headache and need to take a break). in my opinion, to-do lists help solve this problem! you can clearly see the tasks that you want to get done for the day but you don't have stressful time constraints. personally, i always use todoist to keep track of everything. to-do lists also make it easier to break tasks down

3. break the task down. one of the biggest cause of procrastination is having a huge task or project ahead of you because it seems really daunting and where on earth are you even going to start? so break it down *completely*. in your to-do list, don't just write ‘german homework’, write down even task that you need to do within it and be specific: for example ‘pg. 11 ex 4a, 4b and 4c’, ‘textbook listening task on pg. 47′ and ‘250-word essay on social media in Germany’. breaking it down makes the tasks seem more attainable and when you’ve done one and you can cross it off your list, it gives you a boost to keep going

4. eliminate distractions. this is a big one. even if you do all of the above, if you are constantly being distracted by things, you aren't going to get much done. try to find a place that is quiet enough that you can focus and you feel comfortable studying in. as well as this you need to think about what to do with your phone as the likelihood is that this will be the most distracting thing. you can simply turn it off, put on do not disturb, leave it in another room or use and app like forest (that last one is what i use and i don't know where i would be without it!)

5. use incentives. finishing a task is an achievement so treat it like one! before you study, decide on something that you will give yourself as a reward for doing it. this may be watching that new episode of your favourite programme or a tasty snack! 

6. set timers. don't just launch yourself into a task, because that again can make it seem daunting and feel unending. rather, set a timer for a specific time because you’ll know that you just need to focus for that specific length of time and then you can go take a break and do something nice. for timing your study sessions, you could use the Pomodoro technique 

7. allow for breaks (but try to avoid long ones). you are not a machine and as much as it would be great to be able to, you cant study for hours on end without giving your mind a break from focusing. so schedule in break time for yourself, particularly for times that you know your motivation dips, and do something nice. but be very careful that you don't accidentally slip back into procrastinating habits and keep breaks short. unless you are very disciplined it is unlikely that an hour-long break will stay just an hour.

8. know how you study but don’t be afraid to mix it up. everyone studies differently and so there are going to be some study methods that work better for some than others. so try to make sure that you are studying smart and that you aren't wasting your own time cause that can be incredibly unmotivating. HOWEVER, if there is anything that I’ve learnt from online school its that doing the same task all the time, every day is mind-numbingly boring and you just want to do anything else. so try to switch up what you are doing. if you usually just type notes from the textbook, maybe try doing it in a mindmap one week, or on flashcards, maybe do some practise questions to keep your mind engaged. 

9. play music. now this one really depends on the person and how you study. some people need absolute silence and that is fine, but others need something to fill the silence or maybe cover up background noise (for example if you live in a busy household). try to pick music however that is not going to distract you - the key tips for this is to pick music without lyrics. this can be classical music, video game music, or general ‘chill’ music (there are so many playlists out there for chill studying music). i personally listen to Francesco Parrino religiously while studying because he does piano covers of pop songs, so i know the songs and enjoy them but there are no lyrics that can distract me 

10. stay hydrated, well-rested and not hungry. this is part of eliminating distractions because if you are thirsty, you are going to be thinking about how you want a drink; if you are tired, you are going to be thinking about how tired you are; if you are hungry, you are going to be thinking about what you want for lunch or whatever. make sure you are hydrated, well-rested and not hungry so you can focus solely on your task or work.

Unconventional Tips

these are some slightly more unusual tips that you might not have seen before but that I've nevertheless found very useful!

1. video yourself or do a timelapse. this is something that I’ve only recently done because i saw a tip on this from someone during my quarantine challenge and thought that it would be cool to do. and it really works! i did it twice once when i was typing notes and a second time when i was handwriting notes and it really made me focus on what is as doing because the video put some pressure on me to look like i was properly studying - i could take a 5-minute break in the middle of my work to mess around with my pen, I just had to keep going so it really forces you to do the work. also watching the video when i was done made me really proud cause i had visual proof of how much i completed!

2. accept that some days you are going to get very little done. this may seem a little bit odd to put on a post that is meant to avoid getting nothing done but it’s actually a very important thing to remember. sometimes you need to take days off because otherwise you are going to burnout and some days you are just not going to be in the right mindset for studying because maybe you are exhausted after a big exam, or you have a headache or you feel unwell. you just need to accept it, draw a line under it, take time for yourself, and resolve yourself to work tomorrow once you feel a bit better. there is no shame in taking time to make sure you stay healthy. if you can, try to get your quickest, easiest task done so you have some sense of accomplishment.

3. ‘churn it out and f**k off’. this was my mum’s motto when she was studying and working in academia. and she recently told it to me when i was getting stressed about all the big tasks during online school. i am a perfectionist and i always want to hand in my very best work, put 100% into everything, but honestly that is impossible. some days you just need to get stuff done and if that isn't your very best then it doesn't matter too much because at least you got it done. and once you get it done you can just forget about it.

4. ask a friend or parent to check up on you. when you are studying by yourself it can be hard to motivate yourself because you know that no ones actually going to check whether you made those votes or did the reading, so ask a friend or someone you live with to check whether you've done the work or get them to read essays. you then get an external reason to study or do your tasks because you need to show them something.

5. rephrase how you think of tasks. when you think that ‘you need to do this task’ or ‘you have to get this done’, a lot of the time this causes unneeded stress and anxiety that is not going to help you at all. also it makes it seem like you are being forced to do something and human beings generally don't act great when they are forced to do something. so try to change your language when thinking about task into one that is more forgiving such as ‘i choose to do this project so that i can go meet my friends tomorrow’ and ‘i choose to read this book now because it will help me in the lecture next week’. this is probably the most difficult strategy on this list and it will take a lot of practice (i am certainly still practising it) but in the long term, it can help you change the way in which you view studying for the better. 

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i hope this was helpful and that these tips will be useful, and perhaps you've discovered some new ones! if anyone has anything to add please feel free to reply or reblog with the advice <3

[nellie-elizabeth]

What We Do in the Shadows: Reunited/The Lamp (4x01/02)

Ahhhh!!! I discovered this show during quarantine and I am so excited to be back with new episodes.

Cons:

Nothing really to report, here! More just a general wish list of things I hope we can explore later. There's this part of me that wishes season four had broken with the formula a bit more, and played around with the diaspora... the fact that we start with Nandor, Nadja, and Guillermo all returning home, and don't really get to see them having their adventures, is maybe a little disappointing? But that's maybe more a pie in the sky wish of what I wanted, as opposed to a judgment on what we actually got.

Pros:

Where to begin? I always find writing about comedies to be particularly challenging, because a lot of what was great about this episode were individual funny lines and moments, and it's not exactly fun for me to just list jokes and say they made me laugh. Suffice it to say, a lot of these jokes made me laugh!

Guillermo is the best thing about this show to me, so I love that his role here is that he's moving on but not really. It's such a funny tension for his character, to have him no longer hung up on Nandor and desperate to become a vampire all the time. He's got a boyfriend, he's not jealous of Nandor's quest for a wife, he's chill. But... he's still hanging around! He's got to take care of baby Colin Robinson and stop the house from falling apart. These vampires would all be lost without him, and he's going to keep helping them, grudgingly, even though his heart doesn't seem to be really in it right now. I love this more jaded, self-assured version of Guillermo.

I love how much the internet wants Guillermo and Nandor to be together, and sure, I think it would be an interesting turn for the story to at least explore, but honestly it's just the sheer comedic potential of them that makes me smile every time. I think it's just that the bar is so, so low here. In this episode, we get Nandor rescuing Guillermo from drowning, saying his first and last name correctly, defending him and sticking up for him a bit with Lazlo and Nadja, and you're sitting here thinking "wow! this is such a step up!" but it's so funny because literally just knowing his first and last name is all that it takes to improve on the behavior of the other vampires. Literally Guillermo deserves so much better, and yet we are seeing Nandor put in some measure of effort. So delicious.

I've got to say, the creepy baby Colin Robinson was the one aspect of this season I wasn't sure was going to work for me, but it's so funny so far. Just the thought of Lazlo trying to raise him to be the opposite of boring old Colin Robinson, the way everyone refuses to call him Colin except Guillermo, and instead keep saying "he's the thing that emerged from the corpse of our dead friend Colin Robinson", all of his destructive and bizarre shenanigans... so fun to see Lazlo of all people take on something of a parent role, and then Guillermo swoop in to do all the actual work, as usual.

Nadja got a glow-up in terms of self-confidence, as she returned from the Vampiric Council regretting that she hadn't made more big moves, and decides to open a Vampire Night Club! The Guide is against turning the lair of the old council into such a place, but Lazlo steps in with some psychoanalysis to help get her past her objections. They discover that in her past, the Guide was a bad vampire who had sex with a vampire killer! The solution? Send Guillermo to seduce her. Brilliant therapy work there, Lazlo. This scenario is so bizarre and impossible to fully describe. It really highlights my personal struggles with reviewing joke-heavy TV comedies. I don't know what to tell you, it was really funny! Lazlo saying that Freud got the concept of "penis envy" from him, the two of them digging through nested boxes in the Guide's mindscape, all of it had me laughing!

Nandor's wives... honestly, I can't say enough about how great this show is at managing to take a scenario that sounds good to begin with, and then spin it out into avenues I never would have considered. First of all, Nandor calling the men he was once married to his "guy wives" is absolutely legendary behavior. Secondly, the genie being there to... mercy kill? All the people Nandor decides not to choose? So funny. He's so bored. "You don't look like a djin." "You can't say that." "I just did." Contender for one of the funniest jokes in these first two episodes.

I could go on, but as I said, it feels fruitless to just start listing jokes I enjoyed. It's funny! This show, it turns out, is really really good! I can't wait for more.

9/10

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Holland!sister maybe being paddy’s twin and all the siblings are staying at toms house with Harrison and tuwaine as well and just what they get up to maybe during lockdown together. So you think that this would be possible ? Love you work btw

Quarantine

Holland brothers X Sister!Reader, Harrison Osterfield X Platonic!Reader, Tuwaine Barrett X Platonic!Reader

Warnings: Covid, glitter

Reader's Age: 15, twins with Paddy. (They'd be 15 when this is taking place)

A/n: So I haven't done a headcanon before so I thought I could do one with this request! You can send another request again if you wanted a one-shot instead. Thank you for the request and I'm so happy you love my work!!! I needed that confidence boost.😅

You would've been just staying with them for a week originally, but covid hit and you couldn't get back to staying with your parents.

So you and Paddy were stuck there, under the same roof as your brothers, for awhile.

You were enjoying it though obviously. You adored Tom.

I totally think he'd be your favorite older brother. So it's not counting Paddy, cause I believe you'd be the older twin.

You totally would be convincing them to do tiktoks. You probably joined Tiktok 2019 so not just because of covid.

You probably got Tom in some.

You and paddy made one with the sibling song, that goes "this is my brother and this is my sister"

Then you convinced all of your siblings to do a video with the other sibling song.

Now don't think that Tuwaine and Haz are safe from this just because they aren't your blood related brothers. No boo no one in that house was safe.

You were forcing them to do challenges with you, and trends.

The fans were going crazy with all the content you were putting out for them. They loved it.

You probably used the "got brother check. I checked he isn't" sound with all of your brothers. The fans didn't agree, but found it funny.

Okay my personal opinion? Movie night every night. Unless one of you had early zoom meetings in the morning.

Those movies would range for family movies, animated movies, all kinds of movies. Except horror, I feel like you'd be a bit too scared for horror movies.

Anytime you had a early zoom meeting, they'd watch a horror movie.

You and Harry probably found a show for the two of you to binge together. It caused a few fights cause one of you would get ahead in the show and the other would get mad.

The others would keep the peace though.

Sam taught you how to cook, which you were super excited about.

Tom and Haz would sometimes go into the guest room where you and Paddy were staying, it had to beds obviously. The room was set up for sleepovers just for you two. But they'd go to that room while you both were in zoom classes and just chill in the background.

Probably sitting on either bed talking or they'd go in with masks on to mess with you two.

If either of you were on mic Tom would exclaim Paddy! Or y/n!

Tuwaine, Harry, and Sam joined in once too along with Paddy as this class you didn't have together.

It was a class that your crush was in. You made the mistake of doing the class in the dinning room.

They all were messing around in the background, when you went on mic they started being louder, causing a ruckus.

Your teacher eventually told you to find somewhere quieter to do class. Which you did, you locked yourself in your room.

You definitely got pay back. When Tom was in zoom meetings you'd sneak in and mock him with facial expressions until he noticed and sent you away.

Fans loved the interviews where you did this.

For paddy, you once pushed him out of his chair during one of his classes then walked away without a word.

You did similar things to Tom for Haz and Tuwaine. Once again I say fans found it hilarious.

For Sam and Harry. You waited, made them fear what you'd do. Then when Harry fell asleep during one of the movie nights you drew on his face with permanent marker.

That wasn't enough though. You posted a picture on your Instagram to mess with him more.

You did though take it down, but by then a lot of people already saw it.

Sam was scared. He watched you closely everything you did. But you were striking yet.

Obviously it would take longer for you to strike with him you had to come up with the perfect prank.

The others found it funny how paranoid Sam was.

"Mate chillax she can't do anything that bad to you." Tom had told him.

"You don't know that, she always saves the worse prank for last you know that!" Sam exclaimed.

"The worst? We didn't even get that bad." Haz said.

"Sam!" You shouted walking in with a smile.

"What?"

You gave a sweet smile to him before handing him a box. "You got a package."

"What?"

You were out there quickly. When he opened the box he got sprayed with glitter. You were watching around the corner laughing at him.

You teamed up with Paddy who filmed the prank.

Sam chased you and gave you a hug.

You all were cleaning glitter up for months. There's still glitter being found in the house.

Sam got to say "I told you so" to his brother, and Haz.

Things calmed down since then though you were still seem in the background of Tom's interviews.

When restrictions lifted you were more than excited to be home with your parents. You were going to miss it since Tom and Harry shipped out to New York to film spiderman: no way home.

A/n: this was my first headcanon what do you guys think?

[codenamed-queenie]

#BatsInQuarantine

I am going insane. So I poured my restlessness into one long and very detailed post and got super into it. Please enjoy this hot mess.

The Justice League, being the well-meaning virus-proof Super Friends that they are, took one good look at the news, one good look at their non-powered friends Ollie, Bruce, and their families, and collectively decided that these normal humans must be Protected At All Costs.

Now, keep in mind, Bruce is never one to roll over when it comes to being benched. 

However, he understands the importance of social distancing. He knows he needs to set a good example for his kids, and keep up appearances as Gotham’s Most Responsible Multi-Billionaire. 

So. Quarantine it is. 

But how are his kids handling it?

Dick - 

100% on board in the beginning. Gotta do the Responsible Thing. Gotta set a Good Example. Besides, guys, this is gonna be Fun. Quality Family Time is always a Must.

He lasted 2 days. 

Then he started to get twitchy. 

And as everyone knows? A Trapped Dick Grayson is a Feral Dick Grayson.

He bounces off the walls.

Literally.

“I have to climb.” 

“Dick, no.”  

“I have to climb everything.”

Has scaled the manor 16 times already. Has climbed the chandelier. The banister. Bruce. The roof. The Cave. Anything in the house that’s been bolted down and especially anything that hasn’t. 

Duke found him clinging to the wall 10 ft off the ground like Spiderman and screamed so loud it shattered glass. 

Desperate for news of the outside. 

He thrives off of it like a starving man. 

Was the one to suggest he and Barbara take a break to Social Distance from each other (”Sorry, babe, kissing spreads germs”) and experienced Instant Regret(TM) approximately 5 minutes after. 

The Family has labelled him a Flight Risk Level 1 (Most likely to say f**k it and make a break for the outside world)

Jason - 

Accidentally got trapped inside the manor with the others when Bruce called Shutdown. If he had his way, he’d be chilling in his favorite safe-house right now, binging The Witcher with Roy and Artemis, and not worrying about finding a stray brother in his sock drawer.

But he’s nothing if not an opportunist. 

The way he sees it, Jason has 3 options:

Self Improvement

Self Isolation (See Duke, Cass, and Damian)

Descension Into Madness (See Dick and Steph)

And, well, he always wanted to try a few things. Now he’s got the free time to do it.

So he settles on baking. 

Alfred’s got enough food and raw ingredients stored up to feed an army. (Not because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder in times like these. But because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder all the time. Just try feeding 11+ teenagers sometime.)

Uses recipes he finds off Google.

His first few attempts are, in a word, ‘tragic’.

Alfred slips him a few of his recipe cards, and Jason suddenly starts seeing Results. 

Turns out he’s pretty good at this baking thing once he gets the hang of it. 

Hope everyone’s okay eating nothing but pie, macaroons, biscuits, and whatever else Jason whips up. 

Cause that’s gonna be the only food left by the time he’s done. 

Barbara - 

Self-quarantined with her dad. 

They’ve been binge-watching classic black and white movies together.

It’s a fun time, but she’s started to get a little antsy. Loving her dad and wanting to be around him 24/7 are, understandably, mutually exclusive. 

Calls the manor to video-chat every day.

For her sanity just as much as theirs. 

Gives everyone little challenges to film on their phones and send in. She makes compilations of everyone’s submissions so they can all watch and laugh together. 

Bonus points for Creativity

One comp shows the family trying to drop Mentos into coke bottles. 

Dick did a handstand, and dropped his Mento from the second story balcony. 

Tim did it wearing the Batman cowl. The soda exploded into his face, and the rest of the video is just Bruce’s Shrieking.

Stephanie tried it, but the bottle tipped. Everyone on camera screamed as the bottle rocketed through the front window. 

She spends most of her calls having one-on-one convos with Dick.

They’ve come up with little code phrases so they can be Cheesy even with family members lurking in the background. 

She thinks the way he clings to the monitor is cute. 

Almost like he’s giving her a hug through the screen. 

(It’s easier than letting herself worry about his mental state, at least)

Tim -

Oh this boy.

Freaked out for the first five minutes before he decided ‘hey wait, Bruce is letting me stay in my pajamas all day? Noice.’ 

Now he’s just vibing.

The rest of his family is Low-Key shielding him.

He Has No Spleen, you see.

Steph: “Someone could cough on him and he could die!”

He just goes about his day, playing Animal Crossing like there’s no tomorrow, tinkering on projects, taking naps, etc. Living his best life.

Meanwhile there’s always someone lurking behind him, keeping watch, keeping him safe. 

Dick sneezed within 5 feet of Tim once (the fact that he was on top of the dusty bookshelf Tim was perusing is irrelevant)

Jason still full-body tackled him the second Tim’s back was turned. 

No one with any symptoms--

Like, any symptoms. They don’t even have to be Corona-related.

--is allowed within 10 feet of Tim. 

Tim has been wandering the manor for weeks, now, without seeing another human being. 

(He sees Dick on the ceiling sometimes, but that doesn’t really count)

He’s been trying increasingly drastic pranks and shenanigans to draw someone, anyone, out. 

But it doesn’t matter how many times he steals Damian’s sword, or sets fire to Jason’s brownie bites.

Nobody wants to risk it. 

Cass - 

No one has seen her since quarantine started.

Everyone is approximately 87% sure she’s somewhere in the manor though

Because she does eat the meals Alfred leaves out for her.

Or at least someone does, at any rate. 

(Jason and Santa top the running suspects list)

Santa was Steph’s suggestion. For some reason it snowballed. 

It’s assumed that Cass misunderstood the meaning of ‘social distancing’ and took it too far. 

But no one knows for sure. 

She is Tim’s Guardian Angel. 

People who so much as clear their throats a little too loudly anywhere near him suddenly wake up on a different floor of the house four hours later. 

Duke came closest to spotting her while he was up in the attic. 

Either that, or there’s another Creepy Sister everyone forgot to tell him about living up there.

She is silent, and watchful, sticking to the shadows, but she does leave the occasional note out to brighten her siblings’ day. 

Things like ‘helo i love u’ and ‘hop u ar ok’  mostly. 

She is bound and determined to protect her family from this invisible threat, no matter the cost. 

Steph - 

Like Dick, she was Super Pumped at first. 

(Just kind of showed up at Wayne Manor before quarantine was enacted. The original purpose of her visit is unclear, but regardless, she’s Trapped.)

Also Like Dick, her descent into madness was swift.

She is impossible to pin down. 

Not like Cass or Damian, who’ve stayed off the grid, and are therefore Untraceable. 

No. She’s impossible to pin down, because she never stops moving. 

Switches seamlessly between Zumba on top of the Giant Dinosaur in the Batcave, and furiously knitting Alfred (the Cat) a sweater with a pair of Tim’s used chopsticks. 

Braided everyone’s hair while they were asleep.

Even Bruce’s. 

She tried to do Tim’s, but somehow blacked out and regained consciousness in the attic. 

When she woke up with a scream and a furiously twitching eye, she startled Duke out of his Makeshift Fort he built out of old cardboard boxes and antique furniture. He’s had to resort to finding a new hiding place. 

Sometimes, on the rare occasions she does sit still, staring off into the distance, she’ll suddenly start laughing hysterically. This may last between thirty seconds and thirty minutes, depending entirely on how long it’s been since she’s knitted a cat sweater or done cartwheels through every room in the house.

Blew up the greenhouse out back, somehow.

Everyone has agreed not to talk about it.

Some people were built to handle prolonged time inside their homes.

Stephanie Brown is not that way.

Damian - 

Damian Wayne Cannot Be Contained.

At least not inside the house. 

He took off thirty-six hours into quarantine. 

Thanks to the security equipment around the borders of the Wayne Estate, he can’t escape the grounds. 

(He’s tried and failed multiple times. Jason and Bruce have a running bet on how many times the perimeter alarms will go off per day.)

(Jason is winning.)

He wanders the grounds with Titus as his only companion. 

The two of them run laps, practice drills, and find ways to occupy their time. 

No one’s entirely sure what those ways are. 

In fact, nobody knows exactly where Damian is at any given time. 

Only that he is Out There. 

And he’s the best security system Wayne Manor’s ever had. 

So far, he’s stopped five groups of civilians scaling the perimeter walls before the lasers and electric nets even have a chance to deploy.

They were trying to break in and steal supplies. 

(Even ones they already had in surplus. Like Toilet Paper.)

He’s also stopped Dick from escaping twelve (12) times.

Drags him back by his shirt collar and deposits him on the welcome mat. 

Usually with a note for Alfred/Jason, requesting more fruit tarts. 

Duke - 

Did not leave the attic for two weeks. 

Then Steph discovered his hiding spot (read: was dumped there by Cassandra) which forced him to relocate to the basement. 

Yes, it turns out Wayne Manor does have a basement. 

This was a surprise to Duke, who always thought that the Batcave was Bruce Wayne’s basement. 

Alfred keeps him supplied with all the necessities:

i.e. food, magazines, assorted pastries from Jason’s latest batch, usually straight out of the oven.

Duke also snagged the Manor’s Alexa. 

She has become a sort of ‘Wilson’ to Duke’s ‘Chuck Noland’.

She is his only comfort. His only ally. 

He’s determined to wait out this quarantine, doing his best to avoid the others. 

Duke has seen these people under pressure. 

He knows exactly what he’s dealing with. 

Duke: “Alexa is the only motherf****r in this madhouse I ever respected.”

*offended butler noises from the other room*

Duke: “And also Alfred.”