#I’m kind of proud of this one actually?

[cosmicalily]

10:45pm with bang chan - a @cosmicalily timestamp

author’s note: okay hello so where was mr christopher bahng when i was stressing and studying like crazy for my exams? also first channie fic (everyone claps) highkey embarassing that it took me so long apologies to my bahngers

warnings: discussions of anxiety and stress to do with university/school

“Do you want a pudding? Minho dropped them off for us.”

You didn’t reply, body sprawled across the couch. Chris shrugged, assuming you were asleep, picking the small plastic cup up and rifling around in the drawer for a spoon.

“I’m so overwhelmed,” you said suddenly, your voice cracking. He stopped in his tracks, letting the spoon and unopened pudding clatter to the counter. He approached you, gently, resting his hand on your cheek, moving his thumb to wipe under your eye when a tear spilled over.

“Come here,” he said, putting his arms around you as you crawled onto his lap, wrapping your legs tight around his waist. He rubbed circles into your lower back, letting you shove your face into the crook of his neck and dampen his sweatshirt with your tears. “I’m sorry, sweet girl. You always have too much on your mind.”

You sobbed at his kindness, holding him tighter. “It’s just all this shit with my assignments, and then work, too. I keep covering for people but when I’m the one who’s sick, nobody covers for me. And then there’s that girl who just pulls apart every fucking thing I do.”

“That friend of a friend?” Chris raised an eyebrow. “What a bitch.”

“I know, I hate her. I hope her lash tech absolutely botches her next set, eyes swollen, no space between,” you huffed, and Chris laughed.

“That’s my girl, let it out.” he smiled, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Is there anything else you’re still stressing about?”

You sighed. “That assignment. It’s making me nervous, even though I know I can do it. I just don’t want to.”

“You’re the smartest person I know,” Chris said honestly. “I don’t think there’s anything you’ve done to your ‘worst ability’ that anyone else could do to their best. It’s not everything, baby, I promise you.”

“It’s a sixth of my outcome-”

“Out of the other five parts that you’ve already smashed out. I’m always proud of you, you know that, and it’d make me proud to see you let yourself go a little. I’m here, you know, you can always tell me this stuff. I have the space in my mind for it if it starts to overflow from yours.”

You gave Chris a kiss on his nose, then his cheek, then his lips. “Thanks, baby.”

“It’s what I’m here for.” He hoisted you up, carrying you into the kitchen and setting you down on the counter. He stood between your legs, taking time to properly wipe your tears and press gentle kisses onto your lips. Chris tore off the foil lid of his pudding and dug his spoon in, pressing the cool metal against your mouth. You opened, smiling, letting the cool custard melt onto your tongue. It was comforting, not just the food, but sharing it with him.

He slung one arm around your waist, the other holding his spoon, taking a mouthful for himself then offering one to you. It felt good to have something substantial in your stomach; whilst Chris always made sure you ate properly when studying, you never gave yourself the time to actually enjoy the food, or to have something as a treat. Your stomach would cramp after the third coffee and the second energy drink, but now, it felt calm. 

“You’re too good to me,” you looked up at him, eyes shining.

“Nobody’s good enough to you, sweet girl,” Chris replied. “I wish I could stop everything and give you a moment to breathe. It’ll be over though, someday. I’ll make sure of it.”

“And we can live in a pretty house by the beach with a dog and make out all day?” you asked, giggling.

He smiled. “That’s the dream, baby.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s the dream,” he repeated, pulling you in close.

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[chloeangelbaby]

Snow day

Crybaby! Reader x Rafe Cameron

A/N- hey I’m so I don’t actually even know how accurate this is like do they even have snow I don’t know also I’ve never experienced snow before (cries in Australia) so that sucks for me but please enjoy

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The faint glow of dawn hadn’t even kissed the horizon yet, the world still draped in the inky quiet of night. It was cold—biting, really—but you hardly noticed. Wrapped up in your baby-pink snowsuit with matching mittens and boots, you were on a mission.

The backyard was pristine, the snow untouched save for your tiny footprints trailing from the house to the spot you’d chosen for your snowman family. The air was still, the kind of quiet that only existed in the early hours, and the snow glittered under the moonlight like a blanket of tiny diamonds.

You hummed softly to yourself, crouched over a small pile of snow, shaping it into the perfect body for your snow-mom. Two others—one slightly bigger and one smaller—stood nearby, already finished. Snow-dad was proud and tall, while the snow-baby leaned slightly to one side, giving it an endearing wobble.

Your fingers worked quickly despite the chill, adjusting and patting down the snow until the snow-mom was just right. You clapped your hands together, satisfied, before reaching for the bag of supplies you’d dragged outside. Tiny buttons for eyes, a carrot for a nose, and some twigs for arms. The snow-mom was officially complete.

“Perfect,” you whispered to yourself, beaming at your little family.

But the cold was starting to seep in. Your nose was numb, and your cheeks were flushed pink beneath your scarf. You sniffled, rubbing your mittens together, but the sight of your snow family filled you with too much joy to care about the discomfort.

You didn’t hear the door to the house open or the crunch of boots on the snow until a familiar voice called out, gruff with sleep.

“What the hell are you doing out here?”

You turned, startled, to see Rafe standing on the porch, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He wasn’t wearing a jacket, just sweatpants and a hoodie, his hair tousled from sleep. The harsh bite of the winter air didn’t seem to faze him as he looked at you, clearly baffled.

“Rafe!” you chirped, your voice muffled by your scarf. “Look at my snow family!”

He stepped off the porch, his boots crunching through the snow as he made his way toward you. His brows were furrowed, his sleepy confusion giving way to concern as he took in your snow-dusted mittens and the slight shiver in your shoulders.

“It’s not even six in the morning,” he muttered, glancing around at the quiet, frozen world. “You’re out here making snowmen?”

“Snow family,” you corrected, motioning toward your creations.

Rafe’s gaze shifted to the trio of snow figures, and despite himself, his lips twitched into a small smile. “They’re... cute,” he said, though his focus quickly returned to you. “But you’re freezing.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, though your sniffle betrayed you.

Rafe sighed, stepping closer and reaching out to adjust your scarf, pulling it up higher to cover your reddened nose. “You’re not fine, Dolly,” he said softly. “Your hands are like ice.”

You pouted, looking up at him. “But I wanted to finish the snow family before the sun came up. They look better in the moonlight.”

Rafe chuckled, his warm breath visible in the frosty air. “You’re unbelievable,” he said, shaking his head. “Come on, let’s get you inside before you turn into a snowman.”

“But—”

“No buts,” he interrupted, his tone firm but teasing. “I’ll come back out with you later, and we’ll finish whatever you need. Right now, you’re shivering so hard I’m surprised you haven’t shaken your little snowmen apart.”

He crouched slightly, wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you effortlessly off the ground. You squealed in protest, your boots dangling as he carried you toward the house.

“Rafe!” you whined, wriggling in his grip. “Put me down! I’m not done!”

“You are done,” he said, smirking down at you. “You’ve been out here for who knows how long. I’m pretty sure your snow family will survive without you for an hour.”

You huffed, crossing your arms as he carried you into the house. The warmth hit you instantly, and despite your protests, you couldn’t deny how good it felt.

Once inside, Rafe set you down on the couch, kneeling in front of you to pull off your boots and mittens. “Next time, wake me up if you want to do something crazy like this,” he said, shaking his head.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you mumbled, your pout softening into a sheepish smile.

“Dolly,” he sighed, his tone softening as he looked up at you. “You’re never a bother. Especially not when you’re out there freezing your ass off to make a snow family at five in the morning.”

You giggled despite yourself, the sound bright and soft. “They’re cute, though, right?”

“They’re adorable,” he admitted, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Now, let’s get you warmed up before you catch a cold”.

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[nina-the-ninth]

Happy birthday to the birdboi

[idlechili]

i read somewhere on the gravity falls wiki that Fiddleford stands on his head to think and come up with new ideas and I had to draw a silly comic of him doing that exact thing. Featuring some sketches (and one of him falling over lol)

I love him so

[shima-draws]

Normally Sanji is the most put together person between him and Luffy. He’s probably the most put together person on the entire crew besides Robin. Meanwhile Luffy is a walking disaster, chaos is naturally drawn to him and he’s ALWAYS getting into trouble. When it comes to their actual romantic relationship tho. It’s COMPLETELY flipped lmao

Luffy will walk out on deck with his hair slightly tousled and his vest a bit askew but that’s normal for him. He looks smug as hell but that’s also normal for him. Nobody bats an eye. Then Sanji comes tumbling out of the galley. Shirt untucked and buttoned up the wrong way, hair thoroughly ruffled, clothes rumpled, looking utterly fucking disheveled. His nose is bleeding, he’s stumbling like he’s drunk and his neck is covered in hickies. Everyone on deck proceeds to lose their goddamn MINDS

[mintmentos]

Guys I did it I knitted the sock!!

[wishchip106]

imagine what the xmen would be like if charles and erik were human

i’m imagining more movie version of xmen with this

if we look at first class moira did originally reach out to charles because he’s a genetics professor and not a mutant

when charles was doing his presentation at the CIA they were not convinced until he and raven showed their mutations

honestly don’t know how raven managed to tag along maybe charles convinced everyone she could come

but like without his telepathy he probably gets rejected and he likely leaves with raven

now erik was only taken in by shaw because he bended the gate so we just got to hope he survived the ‘average’ camp experience

although nothing about the holocaust is average

it could be likely he still becomes a n*zi hunter just without the advantages of his mutation

or he just tries to live his life after that insanely traumatic experience

who knows but basically its unlikely these two will ever meet unless we pull out a romance movie type meet cute thing

now onto the actual xmen starting with the first class mutants they’d likely still live their average lives in hiding (and alex in solitary confinement)

jean would likely be going through foster systems until she’s old enough to live on her own or she gets adopted but without the shields charles put in place her powers would likely take over her and she might end up causing a lot of harm to a lot of people

storm would either been in cairo still or somewhere else but if we’re focusing on the movie timelines, her power would be very minimal

she would likely grow up living on a thief’s wage until she finds something else to do with her life (i wouldn’t know what honestly)

scott would be walking around blindfolded 24/7 as he didn’t have hank to make his glasses for him. if alex continued to stay in solitary confinement he probably had no one to feel connected with

logan would still be fitting into his ‘wild animal’ thing and just moving around bar to bar trying to find something worth doing in his life

rogue would likely of died in the van explosion

a lot of the mutant kids living in the x-mansion wouldn’t have a place to call home and the majority of them would be living on the streets getting persecuted

there would be no brotherhood OR xmen to stop humans from wiping out mutants completely

sure maybe some mutants rise up to make they’re own groups but they likely don’t have the influence of a rich old white guy

crazy how much impact these guys have on the world

both with they’re influence on mutants AND their insanely dramatic romance that lives across the ages

[alitteraladhdmess]

Aren’t they pretty? This took me 12 hours according to procreate.

I am LIVING for April’s dress rn

Leo never stood a chance with that suit

My song inspiration for this piece^

@beebopurr I blame you for the brain worms. YOURE INFECTING ME💀 /pos

[garous-abs]

really?!!! u like them too???

[goldkirk]

If anyone remembers all the dental work I needed done uhhhhhhh three years ago and never went back and ran away forever…I’m finally going back to a dentist on Thursday to restart the process and face my deep and utter abiding terror. And I also scheduled my COVID and flu vaccines for a couple hours later. And my psych appointment to restart meds.

I figured get it all done in one day, have my miserable immune reaction on Friday that I seem to always get with Moderna COVID shots, and then flee directly into the weekend and never be a person again except when I’m on and off crying. It’s going to be so kind to future me to get these things done and I can do it no matter how much I feel like I am constantly about to Actually Physically Die.

[muttsandmustelidae]

i regret to inform all of my fellow socially awkward kings that Practicing Talking Good actually helps. u have to make small talk at the grocery store sometimes to get better at speaking to people u don’t know very well. it sucks but if u keep trying it will eventually NOT suck and will in fact be fun and nice

[a-concert-just-for-me]

Focalin 20 mg review: Eepy. Thirsty. Head hurts. But no longer tempted to get a good grade on the C-SSRS 😌☝️

[j-esbian]

does anyone else feel like they need to Make Fan Content That Is Also Good And Interesting in order to make/keep internet friends so as to be worth other people’s time

[the-brainrot-central]

Guys my birthday is tomorrow…..please end me

[iamthemaestro]

how can I have so many ideas but also NO IDEAS

[kohakhearts]

ok wait theres a poll about student loans going around and i see a lot of people in the notes being like “yeah i needed loans because i was poor AND stupid :(” and i’m like.

but that’s the system??? like this “rags to riches” narrative about kids who grow up in poverty and then go to like harvard on full-rides or whatever - it’s a fucking myth, dude. american dream propaganda. has it actually happened? sure, probably. but that has nothing to do with unnaturally high IQ or genius genes or whatever the fuck. that’s not how it WORKS. if you’re poor, you’re “stupid” because no one invested the time and resources into making you smart. largely, probably, because they literally couldn’t. poor family = overworked, absent parents, no matter how hard they try to be there for their kids, and that’s just how it is and it fucking sucks but it doesn’t mean you’re unintelligent because your mom couldn’t read you bedtime stories because she had to work the evening shift every weeknight, it means that you were robbed of necessary emotional connection and forced into developmental delays as a result that unfortunately, yeah, stay with you for the rest of your life.

like SINCERELY there is no measure for intelligence that does not automatically demean the socially disadvantaged and it is so, so, so important that you unlearn the idea that intelligence CAN be measured, let alone compared; because actually how “smart” someone is has a lot to do with how much energy they have on a day-to-day basis, which has a lot to do with how society treats them, which has a lot to do with how much money they have.

think about it, right?? i mean, in a better system, merit-based scholarships would not exist, because funding would go to low-income students who do not have time to study or participate in extracurriculars because they have to cook and clean for themselves and work 20 hours a week at the same time as they’re a full-time student. do you ever notice how dean’s list scholarships are granted to students without them even needing to apply, but financial aid forms are 5+ pages long and require you to write letters that are essentially the text equivalent of getting on your hands and knees and begging? and even then, it’s got such a slim chance of doing anything for you. so much effort for such little reward when you leave home at 7am to go to school and return home from work at 11pm and wake up the next day to do it all again.

it’s all structural, dude. you’re not unintelligent. you just weren’t allowed to be smart. and no one wants to give you a second chance at it, either. and that fucking sucks. but you’ve gotta stop calling yourself stupid or the “stupid” kids of tomorrow are never going to get the chances you didn’t