#Im happy to talk about it more if it will help too!

[whatdoyouwanttocallmefor]

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗖𝘂𝘁𝗲, 𝗜𝘁 𝗛𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀 - 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Genre: Fluff, slice-of-life, soft romance

Warning: NO? IT JUST SO CUTE AND FLUFFY AND IM JUST BAHUWEDGWEGVDW bye ---

Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor of Jeongin’s dorm room, surrounded by snacks, plushies, and the quiet hum of his playlist in the background. It was one of their rare days off. no schedules, no alarms, no interruptions. Just peace, Jeongin’s hoodie wrapped around her like a cocoon, and the warm scent of his fabric softener lingering around her.

Jeongin watched her from the couch, chin resting in his hand, eyes slightly narrowed in what could only be described as a dangerously lovestruck daze. The sleeves of his oversized sweatshirt swallowed her hands completely as she tried to open a bag of chips with her teeth.

He nearly lost it.

“Yah…” he said suddenly, voice low and borderline threatening but not in a scary way. More like a warning to himself. “Stop being so cute.”

Y/N looked up, chips halfway to her mouth. “Huh?”

Jeongin dropped his head back with a groan and kicked his legs like a flustered puppy. “You don’t get it. You’re killing me right now. Literally, I’m in physical pain.”

She blinked. “...From what?”

He jumped off the couch, marched toward her with intent, and dropped to his knees in front of her. “From this! This level of cuteness is criminal, Y/N. I should call the police.”

“Jeongin, what are you talking about—”

“Look at you! My hoodie’s swallowing you, your face is all squishy, and you eat chips like a baby raccoon. I can't—” He grabbed a nearby plushie and screamed into it dramatically, then looked up at her with wild eyes.

“You know when things are so cute you wanna squish them? Or bite them a little? That’s how I feel about you 24/7!”

Y/N burst out laughing, cheeks tinted pink. “You sound like you’re losing your mind.”

“I am!” he whined, grabbing her by the arms and gently shaking her. “You're lucky I love you too much to actually bite you. But if you keep being this adorable, I might have to chomp your cheek. Just a little one. Like—nom!”

He made the biting gesture with his teeth, moving toward her playfully.

Y/N giggled, leaning back to avoid his silly “attack.” “Jeongin! No biting!”

“No promises!” he shouted, before tackling her into a gentle hug, rolling them onto the carpet. “This is your fault. You’re too cute and I’m suffering. I hope you’re happy.”

She smiled into his chest as he held her close, his fingers playfully poking her sides like he was trying to absorb the adorableness by osmosis.

After a while, he sighed, his voice suddenly softer. “You really don’t know how cute you are, do you?”

Y/N looked up at him, surprised by the shift in tone.

Jeongin brushed her hair back, eyes warm but still laced with a hint of that chaotic affection. “I could stare at you all day and still not get over it. It’s honestly kind of a problem. I want to keep you in my pocket.”

“You want to what?”

“You heard me,” he grinned. “Shrink you down. Pocket-sized Y/N. That way no one else gets to see you being this cute but me.”

“Jeongin…”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Don’t worry. I’d still give you crumbs and let you watch Netflix in there.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh again, heart swelling with affection. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you love me,” he teased.

“Unfortunately.”

Jeongin gasped and rolled away dramatically, hands over his heart like he’d been fatally wounded. “Cute and savage. I’m doomed.”

And even though he pretended to groan in agony, the goofy grin on his face never faded.

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The next day he did bite you at your cheeks :) (He can't help himself)

[babsbabbles]

Can you tell me about your post about Jacob? Does thinking about him bring you comfort? How? I have a friend who was in a bad car accident recently and is struggling with trusting God.

Firstly, I'm sorry for the slow reply. I wanted to make sure I spent the time to truly collect my thoughts on Jacob and what his story means to me. I don't know how universal they will be in application - in fact I know they wouldn't be comforting to most people, because they hinge on ideas that people tend to find distressing.

I have chronic illnesses that will never heal. They got bad quick after laying dormant in my body for decades. There are no cures. I will never run again because it is extremely damaging. I pay for the weather changing. I pay for the things I eat or do not eat. I pay for staying still. I pay for moving. I will constantly have to barter with a body that is weak and tired in ways few can comprehend to do the things my mind loves. There are people who would call this suffering. Most people would pity me the things I have endured. Most people would hate to become me.

God allowed this suffering to happen to me. God has absolute sovereignty over the universe and he allows it to groan with pains, sin cursed as it is. There is illness and pain in this world because he allows it. He may have built me perfectly, knew me in my mothers womb perfectly, but he has allowed what has happened to do so.

When I finally had awareness of what happened, I was distraught, I was furious. I had done nothing wrong and God had allowed this? Didn't he care? I had worked so hard and fought for so much, I wanted the most of life and I did everything in my power to get it - to show myself approved the way my father always prayed for me - and now even sitting upright puts a pain in my skull that clouds my vision and my thoughts. I demanded the blessings my mother claimed that had been given me when I was young. Where were they? I railed at God about it all.

Jacob was the same. His name was "heel, deceit, supplanting". His story in the bible is full of him lying and being lied to, stealing and being stolen from, manipulating and being manipulated. He followed God where he was lead, and was constantly looking for better. When he left to go face his brother for the first time after stealing everything from him, he ran from his father-in-law with everything that was his, and he sent all his family and possessions ahead of him, and he was alone when God came to him.

Jacob fought God all night. He held tight to God until he was wounded. He wrestled with God until he was blessed and renamed for his efforts.

Jacob became Israel and he was crippled: he limped for the rest of his days. He could no longer run from the consequences of all he had done, but God provided for him, and blessed him, and was there for him anyway.

The gifts God gave him were nothing he could do of his own power, and he could never claim that they were.

So. Even when I was furious and exhausted and full of sorrow over all I had lost and all I could still come to lose because of the things that had happened to me, even when I doubted God could ever have a plan for my life, even when I wrestled God nightly, I could still take comfort in him. The God of the Universe, the Author of Reality, had let this happen to me, but he had never left. If I was wrestling with God, he was still there, still listening, still holding on to me; I was still worth something. If I am still worth something when I am browbeating my own Creator because I think I know better, or I cannot drag myself out of bed from pain, or I am crawling across the floor because dizziness refusing to allow me upright, or am weeping for hours over something that was never mine, or am exhausted beyond my own mortal ken, or yes, when my hips or my fingers go out of joint, know that I don't need to be strong, or fast, or capable, or anything at all. God has me in his hands. He has met me face to face. I have struck him.

He hasn't let go.

[freakdroids]

Data winking at Picard and scanning him w his eyes. last gif is a slowed down version so u can more easily see it

[yoccu]

I’m having a straight up terrible time drawing two environments for Dyskrasias AMV but I’m being really brave about it!

[joshuamj]

LOOK WHAT I GOT

[kuiinncedes]

me when chain of thorns

[caramelmochacrow]

"Are you alright, Miss?"

[girlivealwaysbean]

i think growing up is just life repeatedly sucker punching you and saying bitch you thought things were gonna better lmao no you're so naive and stupid for having hope in 20 years the world will be flaming bag of garbage and no matter how hard you work you'll get eliminated at some point

[icewindandboringhorror]

"We can get through this by working together, reach out to your friends, community is all we have, a social network will be your security in the world, now is the time to lean on others!"

I do agree, and it's scientifically sound (pretty sure there is data about how people with better social networks live longer and etc) but also....augh..... what about the severe social issues, difficulty to leave the house, physical issues which lead to like zero socialization energy a majority of the time, etc. etc. Social support can be a replacement for structural support, but.. I guess I just wish it didn't have to be. Community is extremely difficult to build, even moreso if you're someone who has issues with social cues or group conversations or even just being around others in the first place. And blah, nuance, of course I'm just complaining or maybe being too negative or maybe misunderstanding, but, I hardly have the energy to brush my hair once every 2 months.. how am I supposed to maintain a wide social network and be active in a Community and Join Groups lol... sometimes it kind of feels like "er.. well if thats my only option then...... ruh roh". It's overwhelming

[em-b-sides]

I think about that tiktok trend where you like paint your partners eye color on your nails or make a bracelet or something with the color a lot actually

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[gibbearish]

its occuring to me what specifically it is that therapists go to therapy for

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

me to me: girl. girl don't fucking do it OUR COMPUTER STORAGE SPACE. AND WE'RE PROBABLY NEVER GONNA ACTUALLY USE THEM GIRL. GIRL!!! me: but... free software... its free......

[shayberri789]

I'm a little hurt by some of my irl friends and have two courses of actions, but which will both have similar outcomes

Basically, I have three creative irl friends. Every time they share their writings with me (be it fics, poems, stories or creative non fic), I ALWAYS read it as soon as I'm able and give feedback + healthy amount of gushing.

But whenever I write something I am proud of and I share it with them, none of them acknowledge it. Its like they don't see the link you know. And its fine because I just say "I wrote a thing" and give a link. I'm explicitly asking for feedback or validation. I can't be upset because they're not mind readers

But sometimes I explicitly DO ask them "hey did you see what I wrote?" "Hey, what do you think of this?" And i get half assed responses at best. "Oh its good" "uh ill read it when I get home *never hears about it again*". And that's a little more frustrating.

Earlier today I needed to put together a portfolio, and asked my two best friends to please read through it, because it was important and I needed their input on (1) thing, and I needed it *before the end of the day*. It was three pages of easy reading. Its not like I was asking for concrit or editing or something time consuming.

One of them skimmed it and gave me feedback. The other one is adhd and forgot. Said she'd read it later when I reminded her. When I reminded her again, she said she forgot and had made plans, can she do it in the morning?

And normally I'd say that's fine! Because I don't expect immediacy from my friends online, esp for favours. But I had a deadline, and this was the third time this particular friend has done this. There's only so many times I want to poke someone to read my shit before I start feeling like I'm bragging/attention seeker/being entitled and demanding. So I just went and asked someone else.

I know I'm valid to feel hurt about this, and frustrated. I also know that my friends don't mean to make me feel like this, or forget. I know they want to support me. But I'm also tired of getting burned so I'm just going to fucking stop trying to share my writing with them because instead of validation I'm getting pain.

My two options are either a) telling my friends that actually their silence and forgetfulness hurt me or b) just lettint it go

Either way, I'm not reaching out again. B) seems like the option less likely to hurt my friends/make them feel bad, so I'm leaning to that. If the roles were reversed, I'd rather option A), because when people tell me these things I do genuinely try to do better in the future, and I know my friends would feel the same. But I've also lost faith in their ability to do so in this area. Idk what I should do

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[adustoflove]

This will always be a better option than arguing with people and attempting to control them. It's not great, but at least I can control myself by just leaving