#Suddenly it is very plausible i might actually believe it

[shmowder]

I'll forever be thankful to the person who introduced me to Björk music on here; it completely changed the way I view and interact with music, I can't comprehend the possibility of going my whole life without having discovered her music just living in my limited bubble for eternity

[appocalipse]

baby!!! #5 from the scenarios list with steve would actually make me sob and die

baby!!!!! i love u

[ I’ve never seen you cry. Not when you fell out of that treehouse and nearly injured your knee, and not when we fell off our bikes on the back trails. But now you are. Who did this to you?]

Steve had never seen you cry. It's not an understatement; he had quite literally never seen you cry before. And considering you two are childhood friends, that means a lot.

You didn't cry when you were six and broke your arm, you didn't cry when your mother scolded you, you didn't cry when you fell off your bike and scraped your knees. You didn't even cry when your boyfriend broke up with you two years ago — and he had been a total jerk about it.

So when Steve comes out of the shower (a pretty quick one, despite all the dirt and blood he's had to clean up from your little trip to the Upside Down) and sees you standing in the middle of the living room with red, wet eyes, he thinks his panic is justified. He has every damn right to swallow hard, to feel a little lost — and, throwing aside the damp towel he was drying his hair with, Steve runs to you.

"Hey, hey," he says, placing his hands on your shoulders and lowering his head to get a better look at your face, looking for whatever might be causing all these tears. "What happened? Are you in pain? What's wrong?"

In a frenzy, Steve's eyes frantically move over you, over your expression, your eyes, your body — as if believing he'd find an open, bleeding wound somewhere, a plausible explanation, something he could fix to make you feel better.

You look at him for a split second. Fat tears slowly slide down your face, doubling in size, in frequency, and suddenly Steve is lost. He feels like he's standing beside dark waters, watching you drown without being able to save you.

"Everything," you finally say, your voice breaking. "Everything is wrong."

There's an ache inside his chest.

"Baby," Steve whispers gently, a crack in thin ice.

It's enough. Your knees go weak, the world seems to be disappearing under your feet. Steve catches you before you fall. Carefully, very carefully, he supports your weight, lowering himself with you until both of you are sitting on the floor — you in his arms, your legs tucked under your body.

You sob. "Steve."

He lets your head rest against his chest and strokes your hair lovingly when you wrap your arms around his waist. You just cry, cry hard enough to make your shoulders shake.

Steve catches a few words, a few murmurs that you let slip here and there between waves of tears — Max, Eddie, Hawkins, guilt — though he doesn't need them to understand the reason for your pain. He feels it too. He's felt it before, let himself feel it before.

But maybe you didn't. So he just holds you, just hugs you and lets you soak the clean shirt he just put on, rubbing your back and stroking your hair.

"I know," he murmurs, chin resting on top of your head. "I know, I'm here. I'm here with you."

[sminiac]

Thoughts on xikers and choking??

Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.

I feel like Minjae would be so into it oh my god, but at the same time he wouldn’t be the one to bring it up first, far too timid and unsure of how you’d react if he were to suddenly drop that he wanted to try choking you in bed. Although, once the topics cleared and everything’s been thoroughly discussed beforehand then the unsure exterior is quickly shed of. Him whispering out a muddle of both praise and degradation as his hips snap unsparingly into yours. Loves having you pulled to the edge of the bed, knees bent, demanding you keep them pinned back as far as you can, a hand on your waist keeps him grounded, the other held firm against your throat. “Being so good- takin’ me like this, fuck you’re so beautiful.” Eye contact, loves it, needs it. No matter what his pressure would always remain levelled, gentle, just enough for your head to feel heavy, but whenever he’s close his hand would slip up to your jaw and cup at your cheek, scared that he might start squeezing once his orgasm hits.

Ex: He’d also like being choked, making me think about how sweet and pliable he’d be by your hands being wrapped around his throat. The cute pout to his lips, tears streaming from how good you’re making him feel, a hand holding your wrist to make sure the pressure doesn’t falter. Would be just a sweet fucked out thing under you :,)

Junmin would be down, anything for you! but it would take some convincing for him to actually be applying pressure to his normally slackened fingers that would simply just rest against your skin. It’ll definitely be a process, because he’s just so frightened about something accidentally going wrong, so you’d have to show him how to properly go about choking. His fingers would be positioned at the sides of your neck with your help, reassuring him that a light squeeze would do you no harm, urging him to “Just try baby” as you brush back his hair, how could he not with how sweet you’ve been treating him this whole time? You slowly pull away, allowing him the chance to fully see you with his fingers curled around your neck, loses it when your soft lips part as he moves, a gentle sigh escaping from you. Oh. Now he gets it. “Can’t believe, making me like this, mmph-!” His other hand would be holding yours for the duration of it, rubbing soft swipes to the back of it while the other is… yeah. No, that’s so him. He’s just so sweet to you, yet somehow there’s this more demanding side to him that finds its way into his words.

Ex: A lot of thoughts on this, but I’ll keep it short, he’d also like being choked, loves it when you get a little mean, the feeling in his stomach when you’re vocalizing how much of a slut he is for allowing you to use him however you please, would request that you do it over and over again. Stuffing your fingers into his mouth, pinching and flicking at his nipples with one hand while the other works unforgiving strokes on his flushed cock. How loud and whiny he’d get, UGH.

If you ask of Sumin to then he’s so nonchalant about it, “Yeah, of course baby. Anything you want.” But internally he’s already considering the very plausible scenario where he’s cumming untouched from such a sight. His sweet girl, so helpless to the pleasure that he supplies while his fingers squeeze at the sides of your throat, feeling the vibrations of the sounds you make right under him. Would do his own research beforehand, and is very serious about finding the right spot for his hand to go so he’d ask of you to let him test it out, him asking if you’re sure that’s a good position, blind to the sudden shift in your character while seeing him being so gentle and patient while his hands on your neck. The type to feed off of your reactions, wants to know that you genuinely feel good, so being able to feel the sounds you make would undeniably push him over the edge. Having you backed into a wall, a hand keeping your leg held up and open for him, the other at your neck, his pressure tightening the longer he fucks into you, keeps his head close to your ear so he knows you hear what he’s saying. “God you’re so spoiled, couldn’t you have just waited until I’m done? Needed my dick inside of you so bad? Huh? Tell me.” A sucker for how thoughtless you become because he secretly loves taking care of you in such a state, doing whatever you want, spoiled only because that’s how he made you to be, but that’s something he’d never hear.

Ex: This is. Yeah. I also don’t think he’d be the type to continually sing you praises, so when he does it’s so much more rewarding, but for the most part it’s utter filth that comes out of his mouth.

Jinsik would be the sweetest sweetheart oh my goodness. Is so open to the idea even if he isn’t the one to initially entertain it, when he asks of you to help him learn he’s so tuned in and observant whilst being educated about the do’s and don’ts. Throughout the entirety of it he’s just so lovely, repeatedly pressing kisses to your face while his fingers starts slightly closing in, “Feels okay baby? You’re o-okay?” He manages to choke out, but the way your pussy pulses around him from the pressure of his hand is so dizzying. Messy, saliva filled kisses over the sound of his thrusts, bringing you into him by the grip he somehow manages to maintain, he can feel how you aren’t fully there in the way you kiss from the lightheartedness, and god does he love it. His other hand at your hip, the pad of his thumb rubbing tender circles into your skin as he watches the way the length of his cock sinks into you. The type to start getting whiny from how good you feel, his grip on your neck loosening every few minutes so he can thumb at the area so it won’t get sore, ugh, sweet lovey boy :( tucking the bottom of his shirt between his teeth so he has a good view of how he ruts into you, the sight of movement under the skin of his toned stomach as he waves up. My gosh.

Ex: Holding you at your neck would definitely become integrated into your sex life, it wouldn’t even necessarily be choking, he just thinks you look so pretty like that. Pulling you into him by your neck so he can kiss you absolutely becomes a habit, loves doing it in public so that whoever’s eyeing you knows that he’s yours.

I think that with Hyunwoo he’d be the one to introduce it, and hear me out now,, but headlocks??? Though I think he’d keep a tight enough grip to restrain you more than trying to choke, he’d only use his hands for that, would probably feel like he’d have more control that way- therefore less of a chance of potentially hurting you. But with him all I can think about is doing it in front of mirrors which plays into the restraining part, forcing you to watch the way he fucks into you from behind. His chin rested on your shoulder so he can speak directly into your ear, nipping, licking at it. His other hand reaching around to make contact with your clit, just wants to be able to give you pleasure, all of it, any way he can. He’d switch between his arm and hand, his fingers nimble in finding the spot just under your jaw, applying pressure, making sure that you: “Keep watching- fuck, keep watchin’ f’me.” Seeing the look on your face as he eases you in only makes his hips rock faster into you. I also feel like he’d excel in dirty talk??? but it would be a hazy string of incoherent words because of how attentive he is at hitting all of those particularly sensitive spots in you.

Ex: Would keep a picture or two of you with his hand around your neck in his phone 💁‍♀️ ALSO, a choking enjoyer, that and scratching. Specifically when you’re riding him, nails raking down his chest, gives him goosebumps, makes him whine!!

Sai actually posting??? 😨 I’m so sorry if this is ass lol, or if anything I say literally has a following sentence that is completely contradictory to what’s previously written 😞🙏

[senka-mesecine]

Something bad happens to Barnes' significant other. Talking an ER, accident, potential loss of life type of close call. How would he react, watching the reader nearly fade? (Sorry, that last one had my mind wandering.) Living in the woods has its risks. 💀

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I flat out think that if his significant other died he'd either want to die too, feeling that it's inevitable and simply a reality of things so the time might as well be now on his own terms or he'd go back to war, any war, anywhere in the world, wherever a war's being fought in case the one in Vietnam ends and he does so with the intent of total and radical self annihilation, wanting to do so in combat doing what he does best and furthermore, what he likes doing, like a soldier should (or at least a Mercenary). Him seeking out a war to die in would be like a deliberate suicide knell and goddamnit, he'll be crueler than ever before and take as many people as he can right to hell with him, because if you died, they should all categorically die too. And they will die en masse before he drops, believe me, because it'll be an outlet for his fury, sadism and grief, like he's having revenge on the whole wide world. He outright copes with it all by killing others, yes and he isn't even in denial about this fact to himself. He knows. He's aware of it. Feels like that would match his mentality.

But, if his significant other was right there on the verge?

And he's actively witnessing it happen?

I think he'd be keenly fixated on the actual process of them dying because if everyone gotta die sometime, he might as well be fully immersed once it's his significant other's turn once it is established he can't just take over the doctor's job from them (by force) and literally reach into his significant other's guts himself in order to fix them if need be; that's how his mental breakdown in this case manifests --- he wants to be there for all of it to the point of morbidity. Their final breath. The way their eyes roll back. Their last words. Their every shudder, shiver, their pulse and hand going cold. All of it. Is probably there squeezing their arm in a vice grip once their fingers go limp and everyone's too scared to tell the man he shouldn't be in this room right now. Might just get confrontational and violent if someone touches him, you or tries to separate him from you. Starts throwing around hospital equipment and busting up half the hospital? Maybe, yeah. Knocks out several people? Stabs someone or worse? Lands in jail due to the violence? Plausible. Drink himself into stupors? That's a given. Suffice to say, he doesn't take it well whatsoever in spite of his apparent stoicism, in fact, you dying is like the last shred of humanity flushed down the toilet. Gone. And scary thing is, he had extremely little humanity left in the first place. What he had is erased.

How about a close call and they survive?

He strikes me as the 'If you try and nearly die again on me, I'll kill you myself.' types of people, because he has this whole death seeking, grim mentality for everyone, including himself, but it's ironically juxtaposed with the fact he loves someone, namely you, and that him not wanting you to die almost makes him a two faced hypocrite and out here betraying his own philosophies and beliefs, so he covers up the fact by acting angry at the fact you were so careless and clumsy, nearly getting yourself killed, which is merely a (admittedly very toxic) facade to hide his personal hang ups, his grief and how profoundly torn up he was. Suddenly, death isn't just the dark banal 'Well, it happens to everyone eventually. Get over it, shut up and take it.' Suddenly...it's a conflict within him. You get reprimanded, criticized and he talks your ear off on the matter like a drill instructor would; might even brood for a good, long while. But to admit he actually doesn't think a whole ass human being should die, like canon fodder, because it's not their time and because he actually doesn't want them to? Because you're not indispensable to him? In fact, you are everything? Would mean pissing on everything he's ever espoused up until now. He'd be revealing a weakness left, right and center to the source of his weakness themselves. Oof, so yes, tough thing to ever acknowledge because it would also mean acknowledging he was wrong in ways. So, he doesn't. You recover from your fatal accident here thinking Barnes is somehow offended at your ineptitude and pissed off that you weren't taking better care, but in actuality, man's whole world was about to extinguish and he didn't like how that felt whereas he's been bringing and advocating death for everyone else for ages. Except now? Last thing he ever wants to experience is your death, contrary to everything he's ever stood for. Would quite literally rather end himself first or end you (or end you and him both) and at least have some control and say over how and when it happens. At least then he'd be the one who's done it to you instead of some bullshit, freak accident. Yeah, death comes for everyone and it's inevitable, but in your case, might as well be him.

He's quite literally be the living definition of 'He's so in love, he's gone insane. Well...even more insane.'

[studies-in-the-art-of-deduction]

Did you have any experience or did you learn any knowledge that helped you to improve your deduction skills extermely in a short time or immediately? It can be one of your theories(building, timeline etc.)or experiences.

Okay so, this is post-answer Damian here, this turned out to be a massive answer to your question, so uuhhhh, have fun (?)

Hello! So before i answer this question let me just say, please don't try to speedrun deduction, i don't know if that's where you're going with this question, but doing so it's like trying to speedrun playing an instrument, you'll just end up with a nice party trick instead of an actual skill. So yeah, with that out of the way, onto the actual answer

So yes, i have found a few things that helped me sort of "boost" my learning of deduction at different stages, i'm still finding things like these today. These are like moments in your learning progress where everything you've learned up to that point just sort of clicks, and to be completely honest a lot of my theories come from those moments. I do genuinely believe that these moments are different for everyone, since everyone takes different paths to learning deduction and everyone has different moments of clarity where everything they've been trying to learn just settles into your brain, and it's suddenly all understandable. For this reason i won't necessarily explain what experiences i had or what things i learned that prompted this (also because that's why i post my theories, since they're a product of these moments, and i still have at least one you haven't seen yet), but rather i will share how i got to these moments

For me a tool that i used and still use to get me to these moments is analyzing other people's deductions, and bare with me cause this might sound like complete nonsense but trust me, this is really a good tool. You can analyze actual, real deductions, but unfortunately it's very hard to analyze an actual deduction, because the deductionist has to provide the reasoning behind it, and for some reason that's something a lot of deductionists nowadays seem to be allergic to doing. This is why i provide the reasoning to every deduction i post here if i have the reference picture of what i'm deducing (the grand total of two i've posted so far... slowly but surely). As an alternative, and something i do a lot, is analyze deduction scenes from BBC Sherlock, i've always said these scenes are an almost perfect portrayal of what actual deduction looks like

Now, let me be very clear (and go on a slight tangent to justify what i just said). A lot of people in the deduction community will give you the typical advice of "Sherlock Holmes is fiction, keep that in mind, he is the perfect deductionist, and trying to be on his level is an unachiavable goal!", and i get where that sentiment comes from, but i fundamentally disagree with it. Sherlock, at least the BBC version, is definitely fiction, but it was written in a way that aligns very well with how actual deduction works. In deduction you're presented the effects of something, and it's your job to trace that effect to it's original cause. Writers go through this process too, they have an effect they want (a murder that looks a specific way, or a killer that works in a specific manner, or even just a way for Sherlock to know John is an army doctor), and they have to come up with a plausible, believable way for that effect to work, a cause for it. By doing this, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss stumbled upon some unbelievably realistic portrayals of what deduction looks like

Now, this is not to say that Sherlock isn't fiction at all, there is definitely fiction in that show (starting with the actual cases), there are definitely ficticious parts in the portrayal of deduction, but the fiction (in deduction specifically) doesn't come from the skills Sherlock displays, or from the mental processes he uses, but rather from the situations he finds himself in. Sherlock, in that show, always has all the specific information he needs for his deductions to come to fruition, he always has the necessary clues to get to a specific conclusion, and this is not something you're going to find in real life. That being said, if a deductionist were to be presented with the same information Sherlock is presented with, there is no reason why they shouldn't be able to make the same deductions he makes in that show. So keeping this in mind, we can take that show and analyze the processes Sherlock goes through, analyze the methods he uses, and apply them ourselves, or learn things about actual irl deduction from them

So, rant over, let's get into how to actually analyze a deduction, from Sherlock or otherwise. This something i haven't yet figured out how to explain in a post, i actually have been toying with the idea of making a Youtube video going through how to break down a deduction and analyze the trains of though present in it's reasoning.

So i'm still working on showing you guys how to do this, what i can tell you is pay attention to what a deductionist is saying saying when they explain their deductions, not to the actual words that explain "this is how i deduced this thing", but rather how and why they arrived to the conclusions, or how and why they went a specific direction or down a specific route. You're not looking to understand E=MC2, You're looking to understand what was Einstein thinking, and how did his trains of thought let him reach E=MC2.

In every explanation of a deduction you have the input, the trains of though that input goes through (what we call The Blackbox), and the output. The input and output is what the deductionist explains, the cause and effect, the A+B=C. But The Blackbox, the process inside their brain that allows them to go through that reasoning, the tools they use to connect observations to a conclusion, keeping in mind probabilities, keeping in mind things like Occam's razor, the tools that allows them to build up from one deduction to the next, that's something much more complex to explain or even put into words, and that's what you're looking to decipher from how they deduce.

I recommend writing down the explanation to a deduction, maybe make a mind map about it, write down all the deductions into sticky notes and make them into a diagramn, identify different types of deductions, what makes them different? what makes one more or less complex than the others? why did the deductionist start with deduction A and then move on to deduction B and not the other way around? why did they start or end at a certain point? etc. this is how i arrived at my theories. My Building Theory, for example, comes from doing this and realizing that the diagramn i ended up with was entirely dependent on the deductions being stacked on top of one another, some of them literally supporting the next level. Of course once i made a connection like that one i went out and tested it multiple times, and upon seeing that it worked, boom, new theory, and these theories led to a massive boost in my deduction skills

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

The Crown Season 6

Part 1 came out yesterday and focuses on Diana’s death. Part 2 comes out next month and focuses on the BRF in the early 2000s. I read somewhere it should be ending around 2005/2006.

Some things I recently heard about The Crown made me think we could be seeing both clapbacks and panic from Montecito.

There were a few stories yesterday that the producers shoehorned the Megxit “we want half” scheme into the storyline. Historically the context is Edward and Sophie, as they both wanted a “half-in” scheme in the early days of their marriage.* The writers might have incorporated some Megxit elements into it to make it a fuller story or as an Easter egg, but it isn’t actually a Megxit story. It does, however, have the potential for a Sussex clapback depending on how the scenes go. It’s totally plausible that we could see the Sussexes ramp up the red carpet / celeb world appearances to show “see, we really can have both.”

Next, there are rumors that the second part of features the Harry-in-a-N*zi-uniform story and the Sussexes are very worried about what it will do to their reputations, especially given the current state of the world. How hard they go promoting Scobie’s book and what other excerpts they sell will determine if there’s any truth to these rumors that they’re panicking.

Finally, a third set of rumors suggest that part of why Netflix hasn’t cancelled the Sussex contract yet is because it keeps them (Harry particularly) from criticizing The Crown. It’ll be interesting to see what the Sussexes do when the show ends next month. I guess that if we suddenly see the Sussexes criticizing the series, their Netflix contract has been terminated. You know Meghan has to be seething that Catherine’s character gets to be in it.

*While The Queen was keen to make half-in work, it quickly fell apart, in 2001, when a) Sophie was recorded by the fake sheik about pay-for-play access to the BRF in April and b) Edward’s film company was caught with a camera crew still in St. Andrew’s past the deadline on William’s first day in September. Sophie resigned from her PR firm and kept a low profile afterwards, Edward resigned from his production company, and the Wessexes both relaunched in 2002 as “fully in” royals in support of The Queen’s jubilee. The Wessexes were married in 1999 after dating since 1993.

Also about Edward: there’s a facet of royaltok (the BRF fandom on TikTok) who believe that Edward was so in love with Diana and so broken by her death that he only married Sophie because she looked just like Diana. Yes, they believe Edward met Sophie after Diana died and married her ASAP. Yes, they imply Edward and Diana had an affair. Yes, it’s exactly as cringe as you would expect. Especially when you consider that Diana didn’t like Sophie at all and often complained about her.

[detectiveichijouji]

How would you guys react if Tai, Daisuke, and Takeru suddenly vanished? Like, up and gone, with almost no trace, not knowing what actually happened.

The Day Taichi, Daisuke and Takeru went missing for a whole day… They all just went into panic mode – Had Ken, Iori, Jou and Sora trying to contain their panik fiesta but it wouldn’t work very well.

It all started because Yamato friggin entered the Koushiro’s office KICKING the door in despair screaming HAS ANYONE SEEN TAKERU TODAY?? HE DIDN’T MESSAGE ME SINCE YESTERDAY!!

Koushiro says Taichi had sent them a message yesterday about having something IMPORTANT to say but he never answered past 1 AM. Miyako believes it was Arsenemon’s fault. Iori thinks it might be another reason, and Mimi wonders if they got a triple date with people they have a crush on (Hikari: Are you implying Daisuke-kun would like someone else than me??)

Jou think they might have forgotten their phones at home (Ken: Would all of them do it at the same time!? | Iori: I suppose Taichi-san and Daisuke-san would, but I’d be surprised if Takeru-san did forget his phone at home too… | Yamato: TAKERU NEVER FORGETS HIS PHONE AT HOME, I KNOW IT I’M HIS BROTHER!)

Sora’s theory is that they’re in a place with too much noise that they can’t hear their phones ringing… Or are on silent mode. Hikari thinks this is plausible, because sometimes she can’t hear her phone ringing in the middle of the crowd in Shibuya Crossroad.

Miyako keeps insisting it’s Arsenemon’s fault, only to get a Calling Card saying… “Nope. Try again, mademoiselle Miyako 😐” – mysteriously Noel pops in seconds later because he was instructed by Daisuke to come gather with them, and then Daisuke suddenly stopped messaging him.

None of the Older Chosen know Noel, but they just accept he’s just another of Daisuke & co’s friends. Ken suspects Noel of eavesdropping on them. Noel denies, and shows his phone – The last message Daisuke sent was last night, telling him to gather with the group for something. Iori knows Noel is just a recent Chosen Child, so he assumed Daisuke wanted to introduce them to Noel.

(Soleil and Lune are not there, and they don’t give a frick to Taichi, Daisuke and Takeru either. None of their business. However Noel does care about Daisuke and Takeru, and to some extent Taichi – Daisuke’s friends are his friends in some way)

Everyone was losing their minds, having wild guesses for HOURS until Yamato started calling the police, Miyako and Koushiro trying to ask the Chosen Network, Sora and Jou trying so desperately to keep everyone CALM but getting headaches, Mimi teasing Hikari even more with the idea of the three boys being on a mixer in secret, Ken and Iori just believing Noel might be lying to them about further details WHEN…!

The door opens. Taichi, Daisuke and Takeru come in with snacks and a cake. It was a surprise for Hikari but all they see is CHAOS AND EVERYTHING BURNING. (No, the digimon didn’t set things on fire, they were just also arguing between each other about what happened to the trio and Agu-Vee-Pata too)

Yamato SCREAMS “WHERE DID YOU GO TAKERU!? WHY DIDN’T YOU MESSAGE ME THIS MORNING!?” – Takeru answers he was out with Taichi and Daisuke, but then Daisuke squints at Taichi, who was the one supposed to gather everyone for the surprise PARTY AND….

Nope. Taichi forgot to send the message talking about HIKARI’S SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY to everyone but Hikari herself. Hikari then smirks at Mimi, “See, they weren’t on a mixer, I know none of them would enjoy that kind of activity!!”

Everyone is now staring at Taichi. So, the important thing Taichi wanted to tell them was that? Oh it was to celebrate Hikari’s birthday (Sept 26) and HE DID NOT SEND THE FRIGGIN MESSAGE!? Taichi protested that it was too late and he was tired from work.

Crisis averted, they had a double feature party – one for Hikari’s birthday, and one to introduce Noel into the group.

The End.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Oooh! I have a smol request headcanon for you! How about the circus Noah arc crew meet a modern person having like modern technology (Phone,IPad,Nintendo switch and a flashlight) that somehow still works with the internet and stuff and shows them stuff like videos and maybe a brief video of the history of the future??

I volunteer as tribute!! <3

Boy, is ‘er ‘ead ever spinnin’! Wot is all this stuff?? She wouldn’t have believed it if she didn’t see it for herself, but, well, she is seeing it, so she sort of has to believe it. Her eyes are wide, transfixed on the screen, and she’s pretty well stunned into silence as she watches the videos. (Name) needs to promise that they won’t show these things to anyone else, aside from the other first-stringers, mainly because… if it makes her head spin, she doesn’t want that happening to anyone else! It’s all so fantastical, like some kind of storybook. Although it doesn’t change Beast’s opinion of them, she suddenly feels so… plain, compared to someone from the future.

Oh, now, wot… wot’s all that? It’s a buncha witchcraft ‘r somethin’! Honestly, he shouldn’t be so surprised. He knows better than most that technology is moving faster every day, new ideas and machines being built. It’s just that he’s never seen something so advanced as a tiny, thin box that can play moving pictures! It makes him wonder how fast things are moving, exactly, until he realizes that (Name) is just from a future the rest of the world hasn’t reached yet. It’s a little hard to wrap his mind around. Still, he’s fascinated, so if they let him jump from video to video, he’ll get so distracted he forgets to practice for his shows.

Wot the… all this stuff’s incredible!! Wot’s this one do? ‘N’ this one? ‘N’… well. Despite that they don’t want to mess up all of (Name)’s stuff, they’re endlessly curious about all of it. They want to go through and find out what each of these things is for. Of course, (Name) may want to limit Freckles’ interaction with their things… it might so happen that Freckles gets overexcited to drops their phone. And, ah, considering the lack of phone repair folks in this era, avoiding that is in (Name)’s best interests. Regardless, Freckles is absolutely starry-eyed, transfixed on every video they see, always waiting to hear the next story (Name) will tell them about the future.

Eh? All these odd li’l bits an’ bobs… goodness, look what they all do! That’s somethin’ else, that is. He tries very hard not to take a deep interest in it, mainly because he doesn’t want to get too… involved, with complicated future goings-on. His life and his family’s life are all complex enough as it is; adding more variables to that would just be a bad idea. Even so, he’s cordial with them, just as friendly as anything, and he’s undoubtedly interested in whatever they want to show them. The future is so different from his own life, but, well, maybe that’s why he likes seeing it all. It’s entirely possible he might walk around humming or singing some upbeat pop tune from a video they’ve shown him. (Actually, more than possible. Very plausible.)

Well, don’t that beat all? Ain’t nothin’ ‘e ever ‘eard of in ‘is life, some li’l thing that plays moving pictures. It’s definitely interesting to him, it’s just… he never imagined he’d be getting to see things like this. A little surreal, if he’s being honest. Not that he’s complaining. He doesn’t have much else to do, so if (Name) wants to sit round showing him things from the future, he’ll gladly do so. All the history is a little mind-boggling, but he truly likes all the various music they show him. If they’d be alright with it, he might lie down next to them listening to whatever playlist they put on, just relaxing.

Oi, wot manner ‘f junk do they got? All this crap ‘n’ some’ow the future ain’t done nothin’ other’n screw round? He looks at everything (Name) has laid out or everything they show him piece by piece, and he just scoffs at it. Much like he scoffs at everything else, really. To him it’s all fanciful… and, at the same time, rather inconsequential in the grand scheme of everything. After all, it’s interesting, sure. What else? He rolls his eyes every time they want to show him something, though to his credit, he does usually pay attention. Some of it catches his eye, at least. If nothing else, he humors them. The history lesson is the most fascinating thing to him!

(How are they making those pictures move like that?!) Er, well, he doesn’t know, Emily. (Should we ask??) He’s pretty sure they’re going to explain… aren’t they? The explanation might go over Snake’s head, as well as his pets’. However, they’re all more than glad to listen. For his part, even if he doesn’t quite understand it, he’s spellbound by the idea of it. His eyes are big and focused as he stares at the screen, watching intently whatever they’re playing for him. More than once he’s fallen asleep, listening to and watching something while laying his head on their shoulder or chest. He loves watching videos of cute pet snakes… finally, other people understand the appeal!

Goodness, she ain’t never seen somethin’ so… so… strange! It ain’t bad ‘r anythin’, jus’, different, y’know? Similarly to her brother, she initially dismisses the idea as something that isn’t particularly useful or something that doesn’t really have much point to it. Though, she’s a bit more polite in that she asks about whatever (Name) happens to be showing her, and tries to display some sort of engagement with it. The history lesson is alright… what she likes best are the videos of people proposing to their lovers. It’s so wholesome and precious, she can’t get enough! She feels a little bad because, well, those things are supposed to be private moments… but they’re so sweet… she doesn’t feel bad enough to stop watching!

[ctl-yuejie]

coming in with mildy old grievances

upon letting it rest a bit, boston's ending in ofts still doesn't make any sense.

him and nick splitting? fine. him making out with beam knowing that this is not what nick and him agreed to? maybe? idk, the writing makes it seem plausible at least.

but the point being that he is left alone since he was a bad friend?

would only make sense if he wasn't shown to have genuine affection for nick and (uncharacteristically) grovel at his friends feet.

if we are to believe that the ending makes sense because his one (unforgivable) mistake was to not value friendship, why does the show take the time to have him panic about getting found with top by mew in the shower, keep it a secret, admit his affections for nick to himself, be down on himself after his friends shun him and ask "why am i always an asshole to the people i like" and then fully lose all his prior demeanour to try and honestly make up with his friends?

if he's supposed to be a stone-cold bitch who has no affections for anyone else whatsoever, why would he degrade himself like that? especially send photographs to this "friendgroup" months later from new york as if he still needs them and their approval to feel included?

this might bring back the slut-shaming discourse for the umpteenth time, but if the punishment by the narrative was supposed to make sense solely due to him being an asshole of a friend, things don't quite add up.

(and i don't think there is a way that this is not cruel, even when everyone else - sans nick maybe - is acting quite in character, e.g. Mew not only not forgiving him - fair - but being cruel about it by feigning that he's okay with Boston staying in the group...actually, this is going to be too much to put in a bracket, so:

Mew had his revenge (disproportionately when you ask me, but that is neither here nor there) but I do understand that he doesn't want to be friends with Boston anymore. However, he did basically force Boston back into working on the group project. It was only after the Atom thing (where both him and Ray knew that there hadn't been any SA or at least didn't actually care if there was) that Boston was out of the group again. And when Chueam offers to let him back in, Mew suddenly is like "well, you cannot decide that by yourself". Yes, Mew can change his mind on wanting to have Boston around but it doesn't make his behaviour any less cruel. Nor does Chueam not apologising and Ray not caring at all how Boston has become austrasized for the thing he did not do (I cannot overemphasize how Mew did let Boston back into the group - even if it is just for the project - since he called them even to some degree) make them any less shitty friends. And they clearly do not care about hurting him when they smell blood during the new years party that Boston fucked up with Nick.

Is there a difference between being cruel to a friend and being cruel by sleeping with his partner? that's sth everyone can decide for themselves.

but it absolutely gives less and less credence to the justification for his treatment by the show being that he's "just an asshole and a really bad friend".

and to call it a good ending since he meant to cut all ties before moving to new york anyways? only makes sense if it wasn't shown as a change in how he does things that he wants to try and date nick until then. which was a really interesting turn: someone like him wouldn't change to be monogamous but trying to not sleep with people for a few months? could've very well been possible as well as an interesting thing to try as someone like boston. but if we are to believe that he truely doesn't care since he plans on leaving, there would be no reason to try and get his friends forgiveness nor send them a present from new york afterwards.

the others do feel in character, but with the emphasize on the casual slut shaming they do (while it is a conscious theme of the show) and nick even going as far as saying "maybe you are the type of person who should roll alone" (instead of: we just don't fit but that doesn't mean people like you have to be alone) it really doesn't feel like this is about him being an asshole in general at all. queer friendship - despite what the title might infer - hasn't been a central theme of the show. which obviously is up to the writers. but the personal vendetta that seems to have seeped in against someone who was like Boston feels a bit disappointing. if anything, it makes an otherwise interesting show feel very inconsistent and carries the unfortunate side-effect of making the audience feel like this show meant to say some disparranging things about "sluts".

even in the constraints of the story the writers clearly set out to tell, there was a much more interesting and compelling characterization left on the board in favor of moralising in the last minute on not being a slut.

[meyhew]

you don't have to share this if you don't wanna, but it really is a breath of fresh air on here to hear people actually point out what is obvious regarding the whole harry/zayn/1D thing. it is so clear that work on making harry the next timberlake was going on fullswing and zayn made a very smart decision for his career. he must have pissed so many off with that lmao and i am glad!! but also one thing that always confuses me is why louis INSISTS on them having been perfect best friends. the only person in the band he has publicly shown his anger towards is zayn. i have believed in larry for ten years now (although my understanding of it doesn't match most others’), but all throughout mitam promo I was very *side eye* towards louis and harry suddenly being friends laughing around interacting again. i still look at that time with so much skepticism. i would love to hear your thoughts (anything around what i rambled, and only if you like)

cannot believe we r still having these conversations in the year 2023 but i think we will always be having these conversations bc we will never know the complete truth. anyway i do think zayn & louis were genuinely really really good friends. they both have a similar working class background and both seem to take immense pride in it, so naturally that would lend to a strong foundation in a friendship. and idk to Me it isnt that confusing that louis would be angry with zayn. like i dont Approve of the things he's done/said to/about zayn but it i can understand how that would happen. people tend to be more hurt by those that are closest to them and those they value most. whether zayn left for his mental health or because of industry politics or both, it's understandable that louis might be more angry with zayn than if it were liam or niall—because he was always closer with zayn.

but anyway!! mitam erea is sooo fascinating to me esp as a larrie bc genuinely why were harry & louis all of a sudden besties in a way we hadn't seen in years? there was that theory abt them being promised a coming out and that was plausible at the time and even a Little bit in hindsight but maybe not. or it could be bc they were trying to divert attention fom zayn's departure and they had to do something to keep the fans happy & afloat, a very large chunk of whom at the time consisted of larries. who knows man. we will never find out what actually happened and none of it will really make a lot of sense. soooo much drama and over a boyband!

tldr i think louis' anger was borne of love bc zayn was his closest friend in the band and he didnt rlly know how to handle the departure

[aicidos]

akechi’s lips curl and it’s more mischief than malice; and the way he holds up the comb is one degree of separation away from the way he would hold a knife. “you didn’t think i’d forgotten our promise, surely?” akechi teases, voice deliberately light as he stands behind the barstool occupied by akira, his empty hand idly running fingers through akira’s hair. he stops when they brush against plastic — right, the glasses. akechi removes them without a warning, setting them down on the counter before tapping the comb against his cheek as he considers. “i think… we should start with giving you bangs.”

unprompted.   ♡  * always accepting ! @rejusticed.

when akira had mistakenly asked, "so, what will it be?" he was referring to the specialty coffee.

he blinks, stunned, because he did, actually, think akechi would forget. that is on him, though, for believing the detective prince would let slide the chance of retribution. very well, then, akira nods with a dignified air he's struggling to cling to. he has always preached fairness, after all, and this should hardly bruise his ego. in fact, the only thing he finds hard to digest is the way he has to face away from akechi, back revealed.

...on second thought, he's way more vulnerable than he would like to be.

the pads of akechi's fingers run across his scalp, and he is so very still, almost breathless in his silence, as if he might hear akechi's thoughts if he stayed quiet enough. so far, it has never worked. when he moves to circle him, akira doesn't startle, nor does he lower his gaze. it's only when the glasses are carefully removed that it sinks in: he is really aiming for the kill here. bangs.

he nearly struggles to successfully speak in a way that doesn't lack any nonchalance, "i thought you said you'd plan all of this carefully." akira's hand rises to mess his own hair, his curls reluctant to find any rhyme or reason in their patterns. "this won't do," he shrugs, suddenly a little too invested in the plausibility of ever being a stunt double. "we'd have to borrow ann's hair straightener. and then there's the clothes..." he pinches his chin in faux deep thought, cocking his head aside and closing his eyes.

then, he opens them. "vests don't suit me..."

[theneondemonx]

MY TYPE | JJK

One Shot

▽ summary: you’ve never liked fuckboys, especially one Jeon Jungkook. But when you find yourself late at night playing a game of seven minutes in heaven with your college friends, things take a different turn.

▽ genre: porn with very little plot, college au

▽ pairings: fuckboy|jk x fem!reader

▽ words: 2192

▽ warnings: implied alcohol use, jk jerked off to your insta pics (y/n living the dream), oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk, nipple play, jk has a big dick

A chorus of ooohs filled the messy living room in which you and your friends were sitting in circle. It was late and most of the party guests had already gone back home, leaving just a small bunch of you and a pile of garbage all over the house. You would have gladly leave the place way earlier if it wasn’t for your best friend Se-mi, who you promised to drive back home. She insisted in staying longer to hit on Min Yoongi, one of your fellow classmates from the same major, but the guy seemed to barely notice. He might even been interested in her for all you knew: there was no way of telling, since he was always so introverted. The only person he spoke to was his disaster of a friend, Jeon Jungkook, the campus playboy.

How do they even get along? They have literally nothing in common.

And you knew this, since you had been often paired with Yoongi for some group projects during the years. The guy was cool. He was really smart and funny when you actually got to know him. He just didn’t open up easily. That’s why, even though you’ve had the opportunity to chat with him several times, you couldn’t really say you two were friends.

But back to the ooohs. The reason behind that childish reaction was to trace in the empty bottle of beer who had just stop spinning, pointing at you and the infamous Jeon Jungkook, who was having the time of his life – judging from the mischievous grin on his face.

You weren’t blind, you knew he was hot as fuck, but he was way too aware of his good looks and terribly overconfident. He was known to have slept with most girls on campus, and you were pretty sure he was more dedicated to keep his record than to actually graduate. Which, for a good student like you, was infuriating.

You had always found him annoying and obnoxious. And on top of that, you couldn’t figure out how girls seemed to fall for his cheesy lines every single time, throwing themselves at him like he was the only guy with a dick.

Sure, you didn’t really knew the guy, but in your opinion there wasn’t much to know about him. He was a cliché. And you couldn’t help but roll your eyes every time he tried to hit on you. Because he did. Of course he did. You were just his favorite type of prey: one that was not easy to catch.

“Well, you know the rules, guys. The closet is right at the end of the corridor. You have to stay in there for seven minutes. If you get out earlier, you have to kiss in front of everybody for the remaining time. And if you don’t get out.. well.. good for you.”

“Don’t worry, Jimin. Seven minutes are more than enough.” You said with a sarcastic tone, giving him a fake smile while you got up and adjusted your skirt.

Jungkook scoffed, getting up and leaning closer to your ear to talk in a low voice, but loud enough for the others to hear.

“You must have had some pretty lame sex if you think so. Hope I’ll change your mind.”

“You’re disgusting.”

And that’s how you found yourself sharing the tightest possible space with a known fuckboy like Jeon Jungkook.

As soon as you entered the closet, you pushed your back against one of the walls, folding your arms to your chest to make him understand in every possible way that you weren’t going to give into any of his shenanigans. Stupid move, since your shirt was a bit low-cut and that only made your tits pop up even more, looking like a four course meal to the blatant gaze of Jungkook.

“No class to run to this time, mh?” he immediately uttered, giving you a malicious smile while leaning with his shoulder against the door frame.

“Unfortunately.”

He rolled his eyes, darkened even more by the dim light of the small space you were both trapped in.

“Oh come on, do you really want to turn this game into seven minutes in hell? You don’t necessarily have to be a mood killer.”

“I just don’t like you, Jungkook. I know you are not used to hear it, but that’s just how it is.”

Your comeback didn’t seem to affect him at all. If anything, he just made him chuckle and slightly shake his head.

Seriously? You are that full of yourself?

“Ok, so it’s another Y/L/N Y/N who liked my photo at the gym from three years ago and then changed her whole profile in a ridiculous attempt to hide it.”

Your eyes widened and your cheeks turned suddenly red. You got caught.

“It was a mistake.” You tried to explain yourself, knowing too well that there was nothing you could say to go back from that.

He raised his eyebrow, looking straight at you from underneath his eyelashes.

“You scrolled through all my Instagram profile by mistake?”

No you didn’t. You just got curious. That’s the kind of shit you did at three in the morning when you couldn’t sleep. You just find yourself looking for weird stuff on the internet and scrolling through profiles of people you barely knew for no apparent reason. It was just a bonus point the fact that Jungkook’s profile was full of pictures of his body sculped by the gods. Sure, you were annoyed by his attitude, but you were still a woman.

“And you did it so very late at night, if I might add.” He said, taking a step forward towards you. “What were you doing, Y/N? Looking for something interesting?”

You blushed so hard that you were pretty sure he could see the redness in your cheeks even despite the poor lighting in the closet. But you couldn’t help but stare at him in the eyes like a deer caught in headlights, unable to look away from his hypnotic gaze.

“I wasn’t.” You murmured, defensively.

“You don’t have to feel ashamed, you know? I was awake too – thank God, if I might add. I would have missed it otherwise. I would have found myself locked out of that mysterious profile, unable to look at your cute pictures.” He paused, leaning way too close to your face. “Don’t tell anyone, but I had some fun with those.”

Normally, you would have told him that he was sickening, but for some reason you felt a pleasant warmth irradiating in your belly. You couldn’t help but picture him jerking off to your photos, and it wasn’t sickening at all. If anything, it was weirdly enticing.

He rested his palm on the wall, right next to your face, and looked down at your body like he was ready to devour it in one bite.

“I recognized the skirt, you know?”

You didn’t remember wearing it in one of your pictures, but it was plausible: that skirt was one of your favorites. Cute and short, but not too revealing.

“Well, I hope you saved the picture, because that’s all you’re gonna get.”

This was your response, when you actually found the courage to talk. But your voice was so low and shaky that you found it hard yourself to believe your own words. Of course he didn’t fall for it.

“Are you sure?”

You bit your lip, nodding in a last ridiculous attempt to give yourself a standoffish look, which again he didn’t buy at all.

He got even closer, slightly pressing his body against yours until your heavy breaths were melting into one another and you could feel his hardness on your stomach.

You did not respond. You were brain dead. All you could feel was your core painfully clenching around nothing and your blood flowing down to your lower belly, emptying your head of any thought beside those filled with the desire to feel his body.

“Mh.. okay..” he said, gently resting his hand on your thigh and starting to go further up with an excruciating slow pace. “So you don’t like this.”

It wasn’t a question, but it was clear he was looking for a reply you were unable to give. A soft moan escaped your lips at his gentle touch, which you didn’t move away from. A silent green light for him to go even further up, taking his caress under the hem of your skirt until his digits were brushing the damp fabric of your underwear.

“You want me to stop, Y/N?”

His words were a mere whisper against your lips to which you couldn't help but faintly gasp.

“No.” You found yourself saying, right before being cut off by the kiss he gave you, pressing his lips against yours and spreading them open for his tongue to enter your mouth.

You moaned, melting like pudding against his body while his fingers started drawing slow circles on your sensitive clit.

“For someone who finds me disgusting you got yourself soaking wet pretty fast, princess.”

His provocative words only got you wetter and needier, pushing you to the edge of your psychological barricade. Your hands rushed to his belt, unbuckling it with fast and sloppy movements until you could zip down his jeans, letting his hard cock spring free in front of you.

Fuck he’s big.

He seemed to have somehow read your thoughts in your eyes, since he chuckled, guiding your hand to wrap around his width and slightly moving it up and down while letting out a raspy moan.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and take me in your mouth, princess?”

You licked your lips, looking up at him with your eyes filled with lust while you slowly got to your knees. You never broke eye contact, pumping him slowly but steadily before swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, covered with precum.

“Tastes good?”

“Mhmh.” You nodded with a mischievous smile on your face.

Your mouth soon wrapped around his cock, taking it all in until you started gaggin a bit for the length. A reaction which made him moan loudly and grab your hair, steadying his grip in order to guide your head in the increasing pace.

“Fuck your mouth feels so good.”

“You like it? Is this what you pictured while jerking off to my photos?” You said during a small pause, not even giving him the time to respond with anything but a loud moan, since you immediately got back to deep throating his cock like it was your last meal.

“Fuck I’m close.”

Those words only made you move faster, keeping your eyes locked with his to take in every ounce of pleasure you could get from him. And at that point there wasn’t much he could do to hold back. You suddenly felt his hot semen spilling down your throat.

However, you only had the time to swallow before he leaned down, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you up with ridiculous ease.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, letting him push you against the wall and move your wet panties to the side to sink deep inside your throbbing core.

You let out a sharp moan, welcoming his size between your tight walls with pleasurable pain. One of his hands got under your shirt and bra, squeezing your breast and tracing circles with his thumb on your hard nipple.

“Look at you. You got so wet just by sucking my cock, baby?”

His words were again a lustful whisper against your parted lips, but you were unable to respond – your voice cut by the deep thrusts he was torturing you with. You were sure, however, that the lewd sounds of your wetness were enough of an answer to him.

“Such a pretty little slut. What are you gonna tell the others when they’ll see my cum dripping down your thighs?”

You moaned loudly, helping his pace with the movements of your own hips to take him even deeper.

“I’m gonna tell them that this lame sex little slut made you come twice in a row.”

He groaned, thrusting harder in you.

“You are so fucking hot.”

The pace got quicker and quicker until you found yourself out of breath, calling his name in between moans while your legs started shivering, signaling your forthcoming orgasm. And when it came, it hit you like a train, making you grab his hair and moan loudly while your walls clenched around his cock. You felt him twitch inside you until he sank deep with sloppy thrusts, releasing his orgasm inside you with a raspy moan.

You two took some moments to relax your racing heartbeats, leaning against each other's forehead with eyes closed and heavy breaths.

When you felt again capable of speaking, you let out a pretty laugh, pressing your palm against his cheek.

“Hope this memory will serve you well for your future lonely nights.”

He laughed, caressing your nose with the tip of his.

“Trust me, this won’t stay in the past.”

“Jerkass.”

“Nerd.”

[nyaitsu-writes]

20 and natsume please? congrats on 100 btw!~ ❤️

hello there welcome to the longest solo request in my entire blog, with an outstading count of 1.2k words ♪(´▽｀) nonnie you don't even know how much i've enjoyed this aaaaaa natsumeP nation this one is for you <3 wishing you all good luck on his bday gacha!! anything for the best boy on his birthday ehehehe

✧ natsume + 20: You make me feel safe ✧

“The things I do for love…”

It’s just a soft mumbling and yet loud enough for you to catch it. The grin of satisfaction in your face can’t be ignored as you cling onto Natsume’s arm, looking at him with expectation as you walk down the road together. So he is in that kind of mood tonight!

“What was that? I didn’t quiiiite get it… Something about being in love with me?” You tease him, getting closer and closer to him with every sentence and hoping to get anything. A sigh, a poke, anything.

Natsume simply rolls his eyes. You definitely did get his words and he knows.

“Ah, the wind is pretty strong tonight, looks like it might rain soon…" And so he proceeds to ungratefully ignore your (maybe poor) attempt at teasing.

"Aww Natsumee! Come on, don't be mean! I was just messing with you for a bit!!" You feel like trying to explain yourself is the only plausible course of action in the current situation, seeing as Natsume is suddenly much more interested in looking at the tree branches dancing in the wind than at your face.

And there it is. That tiny little frown in his face like you have personally attacked him just for some light teasing. Can you believe the audacity of this man? He's like a grumpy old cat, always wanting your love and affection in a certain way at the right moment. And he will not hesitate to hiss if you're not doing it the right way.

Which in this situation translates to giving you the cold shoulder.

"Natsumeeeee. Natsume. Hey. Don't ignore me, that's mean!" You start poking at his cheek, trying to get a different reaction out of him but he doesn't even blink, instead walking ahead like nothing ever happened. "I'm sorry, okay. I really really really am!"

A sigh escapes your lips, letting go of his arm as you get no answer.

"So not only do you drag me out in the middle of the night and try to make fun of me but you expect a measly apology to fix it?” Natsume turns around, pointing at his chest, “I'm a victim here. Who's the mean one now, little kitten?

You lower your head for a bit, replaying in your head the events prior to your impromptu date. It had been absolutely random, calling him near midnight and hoping that he wouldn't be asleep just yet so he could keep you company for a bit. You hadn’t really said "Please come get me" yet you hadn't not said it either. Actually, relief was very obvious on your face when you saw him knocking on your door less than 10 minutes later.

Seeing it like that, you couldn't quite argue against his definition of "mean".

"I'm sorry." This time it's a real apology coming from your lips. Stopping for a second, a storm of words ensues. "I just… wanted to see you very much. I was all alone at home and I couldn’t stop thinking of you. I love you and being next to you makes me feel so safe and comfortable, so..." The next words die at the back of your throat for a second, seeing as you are about to confess the real reason you wanted to hang out with him. "...I wanted you to hold me. You and only you, just for a bit."

And at last that gets a reaction out of him, hints of a grin forming in the corner of his lips. You blink slowly, seeing Natsume walking back to your side once again.

"What was that?" Natsume peeks into your face, the smirk getting more and more obvious every passing second as he mimics your exact same words from before, on a slightly different tone, "I didn’t quiiiite get it…"

Gasp. Cat got the mouse, by all means.

"Y-You…! You did that on purpose!" You point an accusatory finger his way and he doesn't even blink, brushing a strand of his hair aside.

"Did what on purpose? I am truly, 100% innocent of whatever you might be accusing me of." Again that evil smile that screams anything but innocent. "I'm just a poor little boyfriend out on a date with his partner, what did I supposedly do this time?”

“Poor little boyfriend? I’d say that’s questionable!” This time you’re the one pouting a bit, even if it’s just to follow his game. Natsume has regained his usual teasing happy mood and you can’t really say you don’t like it. It’s so much better seeing him like this than frowning and ignoring you.

He takes another step forward, closing the distance between you two.

“Remember I’m here to indulge you. After all, it is a magician's responsibility to try and make people's dreams true" he says, masking as usual the real reason before such an affectionate outburst. Natsume wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close for a hug and going back to that exact same tone he used earlier. Soft and gentle, quiet and yet loud enough so that you —and no one else— can listen to his voice. “Is this what you were looking for?”

Pressing your face against his chest, you nod slowly. Moonlight shining upon his features, Natsume was now smiling with such gentleness… truly, a shame that you weren’t looking at the right moment. Almost like you could feel that, you look up to meet his eyes again and, surprisingly, he doesn't pull back in the slightest.

“You look so cozy between my arms, is it really that good?” he says, letting one of his hands play with your hair. This time you are the one smiling.

“It is. Really really cozy, look!” And so you pull him into a stronger hug, this time putting your own arms around his neck. He looks aside for a moment, back to his usual mumblings.

“I really can’t help but feel so nice when we’re like this… Maybe you do make me feel safe, somehow…” Even under all the what ifs and soft pauses, you can tell Natsume means every bit of his words just as much as you do with yours. He’s just slightly more roundabout, sparkling random extras into his sentences just to hide the real meaning a bit further. Just so you have to dig a bit more.

But being with him for so long makes you unaffected by those magic charms, no matter how much he hides behind them.

“You make me feel safe too. And happy,” you add, completely unfiltered. This manages to regain his attention, with Natsume staring intently into your eyes.

And so, closing the short distance between both of your faces, you press your lips against his in a soft kiss. The kind of kiss that is sweet and nice, a spur of the moment kind of kiss. One of his hands reaches towards your face, holding it as his thumbs traces circles around your skin. Because you aren’t pulling back and so isn’t he, either.

You didn’t lie when you said that you wanted Natsume to hold you. You just, very kindly, ignored the part where you said that what you wanted the most was to kiss him.

[stormblessed95]

Hiiii!

I'm not sure if you will want to answer this, as you've already touched the topic several times. But something came up recently which made me ponder... It's about Jikook possible living situation.

I was one of those who was left puzzled in 2021 when we were starting to see they were not sharing cars etc. Then there was the whole ITS2 with Bam which made me think a lot, the fact that JM seemed cluesless about Bam etc. ( As of today tho, I tend to believe that since they knew they were being filmed, a lot of the Bam/Jimin interactions might have been pre-medited in order to not let people know they are familiar with each other? )

Anywayyyy that's not the point. Fast forward to when they started to have their own IG and share a bit more about their life during their breaks. First thing I noticed was the quarantine situation when they came back from the US. JK shared a video with Bam where it seems like he was quarantining in his brother's appartment. I didn't know back then that it was his bro's appart, but then found out the brother had an IG account too, where we can see a lot of pics of the said appart. So for one moment I thought ohh.. maybe JK does live with his brother....

I mean the mere fact that he had to quarantine in his brother's appartment meant he doesn't have his own place, right? Unless.... his own place is somewhere else with someone... Jiminnnn???? and he could have never quarantined there with Jimin due to the government's guidelines.

Anyway, still, the possibilities that JK lived either with his brother or with Jimin were both plausible. BUT THEN, we got a recent IG post from JK's brother. It seems like since JK left for Vegas, brother is once again in charge of our cute Bam! And what caught my attention was the caption there... he was saying that his dog haven't seen Bam in a long time and got intimidated by his size. SO therefore, JK and Bam do NOT live with the brother! And suddenly it all made sense to me...

Another thing. We all know that RM and Jimin bought an appart in the same complex, Nine One haram. And the fact that they kept sharing cars kinda made us think like they were indeed both living there. BUT then, when RM was sharing IG stories of his appart decorations, we could see the outside view clearly didn't correspond to the Nine One Haram area.

I guess my take from that is that we cannot rely on cars sharing, nor on official purchases to know about their living situation. In fact there are so so many things we don't know. I believe that none of them actually live in the appart they "officially" bought. They only let us believe that, and it's very smart of them, for their own security.

Sorry for the longggg post. I hope it's not too boring! Just wanted to share this and know what do you think? hehe

Well. Lmao thats a lot. Im... not going to get into this again. There is quite a lot in here that I don't necessarily agree with. Except your last comment about not taking car sharing too seriously, i fully agree here. Please yall, let them breathe. Lol but I really don't feel like breaking this down and addressing it all again. The mental/emotional energy is not there today. I'm sorry! I appreciate you sharing your thoughts though so nicely!

Yes, I think jikook live together. No, I never thought otherwise or changed my mind, I was never given anything to warrant thinking differently imo. No, we don't know their living situations for sure no matter what anyone else says. There is no concrete proof, just theory. No, it also really doesn't matter to me one way or another. Yes, I do STILL think they live together. Lol you can find my posts over the jikook living together situations (there are 2) in my jikook theories masterlist, which is here:

And if you haven't seen it yet (which would shock me), JKs Brothers photo of Bam with one his dogs too while JK is in America. They are soooo cute

And yes, his caption was about how Bam is much bigger than how they remembered him

Soooo cute. All the puppies together to play! Thanks for the ask!!

[no--envies]

It’s hard to tell how much WWX was actually affected by his demonic cultivation during his first life. He's still the same person as he was before practicing it and the differences in his temper could be easily attributed to circumstances. I think it's important for the themes of the novel, because MDZS is not a story about someone corrupted by his powers; the point of everything that happened isn't that WWX's cultivation method was harmful and he shouldn't practice it anymore. This is clearly not what the novel is trying to tell us.

Part of WWX’s character arc is about facing his limits and accepting that despite being incredibly talented and skilled, there are things beyond his control. The loss of control of his demonic cultivation is connected to that theme.

He was the one who couldn’t control such a weapon. He was the one who grew too confident in his own abilities. He was also the one who ignored all of the ominous indications that had happened up to now, with the belief that he could suppress any loss of control.

(Chapter 76)

WWX himself admits that he “ignored all the ominous indications” because he felt sure that he could suppress any loss of control. This doesn't necessarily mean there's something inherently harmful about demonic cultivation, but using it as much as WWX did, especially in stressful situations, is not a good idea since it's clearly affected by the state of mind of the person practicing it. The problem isn't that WWX was so arrogant that he thought nothing could go wrong, but that he didn't really have another choice. Instead of worrying, he chose to keep an optimistic mindset and put his trust in his own abilities, as he always does.

I don’t actually consider what happened at Qiongqi Path his fault, since JZXun really pushed him beyond what anyone could reasonably stand, but WWX's thoughts indicate the loss of control wasn't something that happened suddenly. There had been signs before. Other than being plausible, this is important for the themes of the novel: this is a moment where WWX is faced with his own limits. Despite being a prodigy, he's still a fallible human being. He can get tired, stressed out, make mistakes and fail.

Taking all this into account, the signs mentioned by LWJ when they met in Yunmeng were probably real and he hadn’t imagined them. I don’t think LWJ would have been so worried otherwise.

Lan WangJi, “Last time, during the hunt on Phoenix Mountain, have you noticed certain signs?”

Wei WuXian, “What signs?”

Lan WangJi, “The loss of control.”

Wei WuXian, “You mean me almost getting into a fight with Jin ZiXuan? I think you got something wrong. I want to fight with Jin ZiXuan whenever I see him.”

Lan WangJi, “And the things you said afterwards.”

Wei WuXian, “What things? I say so many things every day. I’ve long since forgotten about the things I said two months ago.”

[...]

Lan WangJi, “It is not too late yet. In the future, even if you regret…”

Without waiting for him to finish talking, Wei WuXian’s expression changed. He suddenly stood up, “Lan Zhan!”

Behind him, red light had begun to glow within the eyes of the girls. Wei WuXian, “Stop it.”

Thus, the girls lowered their heads and retreated, but still they stared unwaveringly at Lan WangJi. Wei WuXian turned to him, “What can I say? Even though I don’t think that I’ll regret it, I don’t like it when people take guesses at how I’m going to be in the future, either.”

After a while of silence, Lan WangJi replied, “I am the one who was out of line.”

(Chapter 71)

LWJ’s way of approaching the issue could have definitely been better and it was a source of misunderstandings between them, but he did have a point. I think it's telling that WWX got very defensive every time LWJ brought up the subject. Although part of it was understandable irritation for feeling always judged by LWJ, I think he himself had probably already noticed the signs, but since he couldn’t really do anything about it (it’s not like he could go back to cultivating with spiritual energy) he chose to ignore them and believe in his own ability to suppress any possible loss of control. Having LWJ constantly reminding him that something could go wrong - especially without offering any feasible solution - only irritated him more.

After WWX came back, LWJ stopped being so insistent about the potentially detrimental effects of demonic cultivation, because he understood that his own attitude during WWX’s first life hadn’t helped at all and had only caused the rift between them to become worse, to the point that before he died WWX believed even LWJ hated him like everyone else:

Wei WuXian spun around to dodge the attack and laughed, “Fine, fine. I knew since the start that we’d have to fight a real fight like this one sooner or later. You’ve always found me disagreeable no matter what. Come on!”

Hearing this, Lan WangJi’s movements paused, “Wei Ying!”

(Chapter 78)

After losing WWX, LWJ had a lot of time to reflect on his mistakes and come to terms with his regrets. We see the result of this in all of LWJ’s actions during WWX's second life. LWJ is done with being still and waiting: this time he’ll actually do everything in his power to support WWX and keep him safe. As long as WWX seems unaffected by demonic cultivation, LWJ will never bring it up again. LWJ probably realizes WWX must have his reasons to cultivate that path (we learn in chapter 89 that LWJ had his suspicions and thought WWX’s spiritual powers were somehow impaired), so this time he chooses to just trust WWX’s judgement. LWJ’s own character development also made him become a lot more tolerant in general and less rigid about some things, so he doesn't care about traditions as much as he did when he was younger.

In conclusion, WWX's loss of control might have been due to inherent effects of his cultivation method, but it’s not meant to portray demonic cultivation as something that should be avoided no matter what: it's part of larger themes like facing one's limits and coming to terms with one's failures. I think it's highly unlikely that WWX will lose control again in the future: we see him using his powers with more moderation in his second life and, more importantly, his current state of mind is a lot better than when he was in the middle of very stressful situations. As much as WWX is mentally strong, he spent years isolated from the world, with a group of people under his protection and without knowing when someone would decide to attack him. Having to shoulder all of this alone would put a toll on anyone, so it's no wonder he lost control in the end. Now he has LWJ by his side, so he doesn't need to do everything by himself anymore.

[inviberu]

mirror

An old mirror dirty enough to the point you can’t see your reflection anymore. Faust decided to take a better look at it. He never expected it to turn out as a lost relic from a once prosperous city.

“Oh dear me!” Snow gasped, putting his hand over his mouth to appear more shocked than he actually is. A thoughtful smile suddenly took over his expression not long after as he put his hands on his hips. “I would’ve never thought I’d see this again in this day and age.”

“You know what this is?” Faust’s eyes widened as he examined the mirror in his hands once more, its golden rim giving off a shiny gleam after recovering it from the ruins during their last expedition to the Eastern country. It managed to pique the hermit’s interest after seeing it lay bare on the ground in such a terrible state, wanting to recover it to its former beauty. In some way, it reminded him of himself.

“But of course! This was awfully revered back in the day by both humans and wizards alike. It’s a good thing that my weary self was able to remember it.” Snow chirped, taking a closer look at the mirror. “A relic from a once-famous city—a mirror that is said to have the ability to show you the future. After their downfall, no one had any idea about where the relic laid rest. Ohoho! You’ve come across an exquisite item indeed.”

“The ability to show me the future? That’s ridiculous. I just picked it up from the ground, there’s no way a mirror like this is a lost relic.” Despite the sureness from his words, his voice held a certain kind of doubt that believed Snow. There was no reason for someone like Snow to lie to him after all, there was simply no merit in doing so and Snow wasn’t one to lie about this sort of stuff just for his own amusement.

“You think I jest? I see, then why don’t you try it out for yourself?” Snow’s expression held a smug smile before he remembered something and he let out a small gasp. “I heard it was very moody and picky though, so it might not work on your first try.”

“A moody mirror? The more I hear about this mirror the more I think that it’s a joke.” Faust shook his head.

“Ohoho! Try saying ‘please and thank you’ to the mirror when you try.” What Snow said sounded like a tease but Faust knew well that he was being serious. He didn’t know which one was worse—he could only let out a sigh as he inspected the mirror again. Could a mirror truly tell him of the future? Such an item is far too dangerous to be left out in the open.

“Woah, so you’re telling me this mirror can show you the future?” You wandered inside Faust’s room back and forth but your eyes remained fixated on the mirror placed on his desk, its intricate golden design never failed to catch your interest. It was hard to believe such a thing was capable of showing you the future when all sorts of magic relating to that were either forbidden or extremely hard unless you were gifted with the gift of prophecy like the twins from the North.

Faust let out a sigh, he couldn't bring himself to believe it either but there were a lot of strange things in this world—this was just one of them. "Apparently," he pushed up his glasses as he took the mirror in his hands and looked at his reflection. "Do you want to give it a try?"

"Me?" You asked curiously, wondering why Faust would ask you such a thing but you weren't against the idea of the mirror showing you your possible future. Though you can't help but feel a little bit scared when you thought about the possibilities—there was nothing more terrifying than the unknown future, after all. Faust handed you the mirror and you stared at it blankly. With much hesitance, you nodded.

"I'll try… how does this even work in the first place?" You tried tapping the glass, wondering if it was some sort of touch screen mirror but you were met with disappointment when it did nothing.

"Snow said to try saying 'please and thank you' to the mirror, I don't know if that'll work though. He said it was moody." Faust let out a dry chuckle, the thought still ridiculous to him but never crossed it out as impossible. If the mirror would truly respond to something like that, it only proved the strangeness of this magical world. You shot him a strange look, a moody mirror? But you pushed back the doubt to the back of your head and put your trust in him instead.

"Mirror, can you show me the future? Pretty please?" You cooed, feeling a bit stupid for pleading to a mirror like this. You waited a few moments for a reaction while looking at the object expectantly, only to be met with utter disappointment when it did absolutely nothing. Faust was silent along with you until he let out a small laugh, did you look stupid when you were doing that? You questioned if Snow was just pulling both of your legs, that mischievous old man!

"As expected, it won't work just because we asked it to."

"Geez, Faust! Do you really think a shabby thing like this can show us the future?" Shabby was the last word you would use to describe the mirror had it not been for your rage towards its defect. It looked elegant and regal, as if it didn't spend centuries lying beneath some rubble—it was a miracle the glass wasn't broken by such heavy fragments lying atop of it. You shook your head and gave Faust the mirror, giving up on it after you added: "How about you try it? It might listen to you because you're the one that picked it up."

He shot you a hesitant look, he had a feeling this wasn't going to end well yet he pushed that feeling into the back of his mind and stared at his reflection—he caught a small glimpse of your face in it while you were looking away and he couldn't help but break into a small smile. At that moment, something changed.

The hand mirror shook slightly in his grasp. Faust, alarmed, tried to make it sit still by gripping it tighter but it proved to be futile when it flew from his grasp and a blinding light filled the room—eliciting gasps of shock from the both of you as Faust grabbed to shield you from whatever was emerging in his room. When the light disappeared, it took him a while to get adjusted to the sudden change but once he did, he saw the hand mirror transformed into a full-body one sitting in the middle of his room.

"What in the world…" Faust left your side to carefully inspect the area, making sure there were no more risks in the area before taking your hand while telling you it was safe—aside from the now huge mirror residing smack middle in his room, its golden glow giving off an intimidating aura. You felt your initial shock turn into excitement.

"Isn't this great? It responded to you! What did you say?" You asked him, curious. You weren't paying attention to him at that time, perhaps you missed something.

"Nothing, actually. It just started vibrating and this happened." Faust tipped his hat slightly, closing his eyes and let out another sigh. One strange thing after another, he was bound to be drained at the end of the day, wasn't he?

"That's strange, you didn't say anything and yet it responded to you… curious." You stroked your chin. Faust stepped into the mirror's view and nothing was out of the ordinary, it showed him nothing of the future, only his reflection. He paused, was it broken after being left there for so many centuries? It was a plausible explanation. It was just like a normal mirror now, it was a shame such a relic has lost its true value—eroded along with the years that passed.

That is, until you stepped into the view.

The moment you stepped into the view, everything that the mirror showed suddenly changed as it emitted a faint white glow. You closed your eyes for a second and you could hear the faint sounds of… bells? You opened your eyes slightly to look at the mirror only for Faust to slap his hand over your eyes to obstruct your vision before you could get a small glimpse of what changed.

A bunch of incomprehensible sounds fell from Faust's lips and you tried to remove his hand from your eyes but that just made his actions more frantic. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you away from the mirror to outside of his room. You tried asking him what his problem was but you were left unheard as he left you outside and shut the door to his room aggressively. By the time you tried making sense of the scenario, you were already staring at his door from outside—did he just kick you out?

Your mouth was wide open when the realization dawned on you—what was his problem!? You crossed your arms grumpily, a part of you wanted to knock on his door again to demand an explanation but another part wanted you to storm off without saying anything to him. You pouted, or was he trying to protect you from something dangerous? Magical items could be dangerous if not handled correctly, after all.

In the end, you didn't know what to do and rested your forehead against his door frame with a clenched fist ready to knock at any given time and a defeated look.

To say Faust panicked back there was an understatement, he felt as if his soul was about to leave his body right then and there when he saw the scene the mirror showed him. He could only breathe a sigh of relief, he was glad he acted quickly before you caught a glimpse of it—that would've made things worse and he wouldn't know what to do. He slumped against the door, feeling a bit light-headed and fuzzy, the heat refusing to leave his face. He was embarrassed.

The sight wasn't something particularly scary or tragic. In fact, it was the complete opposite—though that made it all the more confusing as to why Faust would stop you from looking at it. It was a scene that he saw in one of his many dreams, something that flustered him to no end and wished it would leave him alone.

The bells that rang in the background, the happy couple dressed in white as they looked at each other lovingly, a perfect wedding scene straight from the dreams Faust doesn't tell anyone. A perfect wedding scene of you and him in the distant future—together.

To think your fate was intertwined like this… Faust could only hope that it's a future that's bound to happen. But, right now, he can't let you find out about this lest he wants to live the rest of his life inside the forest hiding from you. He would simply pass away from sheer embarrassment, oh how would he even face you? His cheeks burned red at the thought of a wedding with you once again.