#UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

[iamtired10]

lost in equations, found in you

pairing - kim minji x female reader

synopsis - with exams coming up and your temper on edge, minji tries her best to help you through a brutal study session.

genre - fluff (someone plz request angst ;-;)

warnings - strong language, reader losing her temper

a/n - nighty guys, ilysm 💔

— richiesto

you were slumped over the desk, staring at your notebook like it was your mortal enemy.

the equations blurred in front of your eyes, the numbers twisting into shapes that had no meaning whatsoever.

you were beyond pissed.

at this point, your brain was fried.

“fucking... i swear this shit is useless,” you grumbled, aggressively erasing something that, in hindsight, probably wasn‘t even wrong.

from the other side of the room, minji peered at you, her head tilted like an innocent, curious puppy.

“hey,” she said softly, approaching like you were a bomb about to explode. “need some help?”

“Do i look like i need help?” you snapped, though your frustration wasn't really aimed at her.

minji didn‘t flinch—she knew how you got when you were stressed, and today was no exception.

she sat down beside you, her elbow nudging yours playfully. “c’mon, babe. you know i’m the math whiz here. lemme see.”

you glared at the pages, sighing. “if you fix this, i’ll worship the ground you walk on. like, seriously. it’s like these numbers are out to ruin my fucking life.”

minji giggled, reaching for the pencil in your hand.

her fingers brushed against yours, sending an unexpected jolt through you.

for a second, the anger melted into something softer, but you quickly covered it up with more cursing. “goddamn math, i swear.”

“alright, alright. let me take a look,” she said, scanning the equations with a calm that only minji seemed capable of.

you admired that about her—how she never got ruffled, no matter how much you spiraled.

you sat there, fidgeting, the silence gnawing at you as minji scribbled away. you leaned back in your chair, glaring at the ceiling, muttering curses under your breath.

after what felt like forever, minji glanced up, her lips curled into a mischievous grin.

“i fixed it," she said in that calm, almost too-adorable voice that always made you want to punch something soft out of affection.

“fixed it???” you leaned over to see the page.

sure enough, the equation was neatly solved, the steps laid out in her annoyingly perfect handwriting.

you stared at it for a second, blinking.

“HOW?” you nearly shouted, throwing your hands up in frustration. “how do you make it look so easy?!”

minji laughed, her eyes crinkling at the edges in that way that made you melt. “because it’s not that hard, babe. you’re just overthinking it."

“overthinking it?” you repeated, standing up and pacing around the room. “i wish i could overthink it. my brain‘s running on 2% battery, minji. i can’t even think anymore. it’s like—” you waved your arms dramatically—“static up here!”

minji watched you with amusement, leaning her chin on her palm. “you‘re so cute when you’re pissed.”

you whipped around, pointing at her. “don‘t patronize me! this shit‘s hard!”

“okay, okay, i won’t,” she said, but her smile gave her away.

you narrowed your eyes at her. “i see what you're doing, kim minji. you’re trying to distract me with your fucking... cuteness...”

minji just shrugged, the tiniest smirk on her lips. “is it working, babe?”

you huffed, crossing your arms. “no. and stop being cute. i’m mad.”

but minji wasn’t having it.

she got up, walking over to you and wrapping her arms around your waist from behind. she rested her chin on your shoulder, her voice soft in your ear. “you‘re stressed, my sweet baby. you need a break.”

“yeah, well, i’ll take a break when this stupid exam is over and i never have to look at a math problem again.”

she tightened her hold on you, swaying slightly. “you’re too hard on yourself, y'know that?”

you sighed, the tension in your body slowly loosening as minji held you close.

damn it, she was too good at this.

“i’m not hard on myself,” you muttered. “i just hate being bad at stuff.”

“you‘re not bad at math,” she said, her voice soothing. “you just need a little more practice.”

“practice? psh, who has time for practice when there’s like a million other things to stress about?”

minji laughed softly, her breath warm against your skin. “well, lucky for you, you’ve got me. i’ll help you as much as you need, okay?”

you let out a long breath, leaning into her. “fine. but if you fix this shit, i’m taking you out for the best ramen in town.”

“deal.” she grinned, kissing your cheek before letting go. “now sit down and let’s get this over with.”

you sat back down, eyeing the math problem like it had personally wronged you.

minji slid back into the chair beside you, her hand resting on your knee as she guided you through the next problem, step by step.

after a few minutes, your frustration began to fade, replaced by the steady rhythm of solving equations together.

minji’s calm voice kept you grounded, and her presence—so close, so comforting—was like a balm for your frayed nerves.

“see?” minji said after you successfully solved another equation. “you’ve got this. you‘re just too quick to doubt yourself.”

“yeah, well,” you muttered, “i guess it helps having the cutest tutor in the world.”

minji’s cheeks flushed, and she ducked her head, clearly flustered. “shut up," she mumbled, but her smile betrayed her.

you grinned, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with math. “seriously, though. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“fail your exam?" minji teased.

“probably,” you admitted with a laugh. “but at least i’d go down knowing i had the best girlfriend ever.”

minji rolled her eyes, but you could tell she was pleased. “you’re so dramatic.”

“only for you and math, pookie,” you said, winking.

“DON‘T CALL ME THAT!!!”

“too bad, pookie bear!”

maybe the math wasn’t so bad after all.

but even if it was, at least you had minji to get you through it.

a/n - tired :|

[inkykeiji]

anyway every time i listen to this song all i can fucking think of is vox wrapping a strong hand around your bicep so fucking tightly his claws pierce your flesh, blood instantly oozing from the punctures to streak your skin with sticky crimson streams, and yanking you to your feet as he growls out that you need a talking to, low and dark and spit through gritted teeth against the curve of your ear. it’s so caustic it stings, has your face screwing up in a wince and water blurring your vision, a gasp stuttering painfully in your chest. 

it is not only a warning, it’s a promise—a vow of what’s to come, the punishment that will inevitably follow his stern words, infusing his tone. 

then he’s shoving you forward with such force that you nearly trip over your own toes, rubber skidding against tile, only to have his firm grip hoisting you back up again with a cruel get fucking moving.

[sasukeflavor]

Nyarusasu day

[lilac-udon]

[usertoxicyaoi]

"Can I ask you a question?"

TWINS (2023). Episode 5.

[slightlyplant]

the twisted samurai 🪶

[ego-meliorem-esse]

Arthur wanting to comfort Matt but knowing he'll have to ask his son to suffer again and deciding to just leave it be leading to Matt experiencing more emotional neglect from both of his dads is my gender envy

[makanioverlord]

just a heads up, if you get a dm from nobugdev, this person is trying to scam you and will tell you to kys r slur (then deleted the specific kys message before I could screenshot it lol) when you tell him you don't want to be paid under federal minimum wage :)

this is just a small sample of the lovely conversation I had with this guy. it didn't last long because I didn't actually plan on taking the commission, and wanted to give this guy a wake up call as to how shitty it is to expect a grown ass adult to work for a wage that can barely buy a single candy bar in our current economic climate.

I've had an influx of scam artists and underhanded clients like this in the past 2 years, partially which I blame on AI art making ppl undervalue every creative profession out there. I'm fucking exhausted from having hours long conversations with someone only for them to tip toe around the fact they think my art isn't even worth a single grocery trip. not to mention people think artwork can be mass produced by a human like a machine now- it is not possible to do 10 cleanly lined images in "an hour or two".

even when I was working as a caricature artist, I was paid a base hourly rate on top of tips and was given much more time to work on black and white illustrations than what this guy was offering me. I usually block immediately and move on, but I'm tired of putting up with this type of shit on a daily basis.

tl;dr: know your worth artists, don't let these scumbags try to force you to do what is essentially sweatshop labor!

do NOT take this weirdo's commissions, even if the diary of a wimpy kid art style is simple you shouldn't be charged under federal fucking minimum wage for that type of illustration!

[gingerpeachtea]

mcb silhouette promo moments

[lunaetis]

@apocryphis asked :

there is a scribe laying with his head in eden's lap while absorbed in a book. when her hand, grazing the edges of his jaw, comes near enough, he momentarily takes his eyes off the page to leave a kiss in the cusp of her hand. and maybe follows up with the lightest of nibbles at her thumb. her fondness for teeth has not gone forgotten -

unprompted. || always accepting

─「エデン」─  it was a foreign but tender feeling to be the one whose lap was borrowed as a makeshift cushion instead of being the one doing it to him. the TRAILBLAZER found the angle to be quite pleasant, however, as it allowed her to openly gazed at him in a moderate proximity, watching the way his long lashes draped over his jade hues while they were fixated on the BOOK in front of him. other than the starry night sky and countless constellations dotting the ebony canvas of the GALAXY, he was the sight she found herself being completely fascinated by. it was calming, watching him. his presence made her feel peaceful and content. like home.

                it was a rare time that her hand wasn't covered with the dark glove she usually wore. her digits slowly tread themselves through his hair, the feel of his silvery gray locks against her skin a rare sensation she had grown to like each time she got a chance to experience. his attention was impeccable as usual, barely flickering despite how she was playing with his hair. they were so soft and well-cared for, while her AMBER HUES watched him with a kind of adoration one did not see from the usually chaotic trailblazer.

                almost curiously, she traced down the line of his cheek, down to his jaw. perhaps, the movement of her hand might've partially obstructed his view and broke his unwavering concentration. the STELLARON VESSEL watched in awe as his line of vision shifted from written words to her hand, so smoothly guided it towards his lips. amber optics burned the sight of those long lashes draping over his beautiful hues, causing her breath to HITCH in her lungs as she felt the softest of kiss within her palm.

                " altair ... " her heart skipped a beat, and for a moment there, the TRAILBLAZER felt a rush of warmth bubbling up from within, threatening to overwhelm her entirely. the sound of heart pulse echoed dully at the back of her mind, aureate orbs imprinting the sensation she had given countless of times but had never received. it came naturally for her to do so with him, to close her eyes and pressed her lips onto his palm or his pulse in promise, in utter devotion. it was like that ... she was to give her entirety to him who became not only her home but her reason of living.

                her star ... her altair ...

                her cheeks burned. it flushed, pink and then red, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. eden wondered if he felt something like this whenever she kissed his palm, too. if he experienced his entire body being engulfed in a sensation so foreign to have someone kiss him like he was EVERYTHING GOOD in the world. to have someone placing a kiss on her scarred and calloused palm from countless battles she had been in like she was the most fragile and precious thing to him.

                the nameless could still hear the sound of her HEART thudding against her ribcage even as he slowly opened her eyes. their gaze met when he playfully grazed his teeth in soft nibbles on the skin of her thumb. the adoring act to placate her penchant for biting earned him an airy laugh. it was light and refreshing, softening her expression as she couldn't help it developing into an affectionate chuckle. slowly, she finally leaned in, taking both their connected hands to the side as her lips hovered over his own in a breathy whisper just before their lips finally met.

                " ... only you. "

                no one else would do.                 for me ... there's only you.

[annikasevenshots]

wow it really does not escape my notice that every young person being assimilated on the Titan bridge crew are POC, one of them queer. meanwhile the old cis white people are unaffected and tasked with saving the day. 🐸

[dlsintegration]

thought of the loumand r+j balcony scene again and had to brace myself on the wall akira psychic damage moment style they dont make losers like him anymore .fuck

[girl-unnoticed911]

I’ve been awake since 5:25a, my hoodie strings got pulled out of my favorite comfort hoodie so now it’s constantly choking me/ not feeling ‘right’, I haven’t had a real meal all day, I’m dehydrated, my head hurts, I’m fucking SAD and I wanna be creative and watch my show but yet a hole in the ground is looking very very good rn.

PLS FUCKING HELP🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

[garfi3ld-3njoy3r]

good lord the way jws use disabled people to prop up their own image is literally sickening what the fuck. "this deaf and blind brother is able to go preach and give talks!! how heartwarming and encouraging to us all to do the same if not more!!!" it is all literally the Definition of inspiration porn. do they even fucking hear themselves

[charmcoin]

being on a controlled substance is gonna make me lose my minddddddddddddddd i am almost out of t gel and need my doc to resubmit my prescription or wtv but i can't request a refill in mychart because it says you can't request refills through mychart for my pharmacy (??) and i can't request one through cvs because it says they tried to contact her and she didn't respond and mychart has the shittiest "messaging" system on earth where you can't even message your provider directly it's basically just like a chatbot that tries to direct you to the right part of mychart so anytime i hit refill a prescription it takes me back to the page that says i can't request a refill. and i can't just send it to a different pharmacy because then my insurance won't cover it. Can you kill yourself to make me feel better

[cannibal-anon]

men and d1cks are absolutely revolting to me however y.uuta's the only one I need down my throat. con huevos y todo. after gym. before. tomorrow. now. how about now