#I LOVE YOU I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

[127luvr]

Hi it's me the roleplay person. Can i change it to doyoung doing a menpa but then finds his childhood friend he had feelings for? Then he found out that they both liked each other?

time lapse ᯓ★

doyoung x male reader

you knew it was a shot in the dark. sending doyoung a question on twitter just the same as his thousands of fans. but it was better than trying to reach out to him privately, his direct messages on all platforms locked to anyone he didn't follow. this was assuming he had changed his number a dozen times over after the several years you hadn't seen him.

but it's no more than five minutes later when you feel your phone buzzing nonstop next to you, the sudden mass of notifications causing your heart to race.

it takes you a minute to turn your phone over--to read doyoung's response. he remembered you. remembered your name. his response was soon followed by him following your account back, the action only causing your skin to itch in anticipation.

doyoung wasn't just your classmate--and band mate--from all those years ago. he had established himself as an idol in a group--as well as a soloist. you'd have no idea how much he'd changed.

the reunion didn't take long to plan. with youngjae, jihoon and dowoon more than excited to hear from you after so long. the most the four of you had ever interacted were to wish each other happy birthday. conversations never exceeding more than two messages.

but here you sat, sitting across doyoung. who is wearing a beanie that covers the top of his eyebrows and glasses with thick black frames. he's all you can look at. his cheekbones sat high on his face now without all of the baby fat, lips just as pouty as you remember them being. you were being hit with all of the feelings you remember having as a teenager.

but you were an adult now.

"how much do you get paid, doie?" doyoung almost spits his drink out upon hearing the nickname--one that you originated--come from youngjae's mouth. you find the question silly--to put it simply. you wanted to ask doyoung about his members, about how close they all were. you wanted to ask him about the lyrics to his songs. you wanted to know him personally again, instead of continuing to idealize him as the 15-year-old you once knew. you wanted to know doyoung outside of that--outside of his idol image.

doyoung doesn't take offense to it, he brushes it off with a joke--a quick 'you think i'm getting paid?' slipping past his lips before he can stop himself. he makes the group laugh, but he focuses his eyes on you, watching your mouth drop open in amusement over the rim of his coffee cup.

you maintain the eye contact with him, your heart beat quickening. and you know he can feel it too.

the feeling that comes with knowing what the two could have had if only one of you confessed all those years ago. this wasn't something you would be able to brush off and continue being friends with him. eventually the feelings would come bubbling to the surface again--like bubbles forming on a boiling pot of water. if something wasn't done fast--it would boil over.

[derangedorange]

I hope he views fanart like this

[datcravat]

this place is so fruity!

[isjasz]

[mob killing noises] BAM!!!!1111!!

[divorcedwife]

chess inspired fashion

[aceart-jpg]

Farcille's Moving Castle

Complete series!

[seagreenlaurin]

🤍❤️

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[marsipain]

Norwegian Mikus :)

Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy 1 year anniversary to FNAF ruin!!

[reasonsforhope]

Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[tooquirkytolose]

~The Most Beautiful Woman in The World~

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[datcravat]

SCIENCE BEGETS TRUTH✨

[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?