#about it i just do it bc other people are doing it and it's there and it's new and it's fun 😭

[angstandhappiness]

Wild

I hate the suburbs so much it’s unreal bro

[e-mm4]

heyy, love your writing sm 😙 can i request smth where in mingle, the number called is three but thanos and nam-gyu somehow get separated from reader and have someone else in the room with them and they’re slightly panicking bc they don’t know if reader is safe or not?

mingle !

pairing : thanos! x reader x namgyu!

cw : blood, drug use, talk of players dying

a/n : i probably write them so ooc but who cares. everyone lives through mingle, including gyeongsu and there’s no bad blood between minsu and semi after the game !

the two of them are obviously high, they’re fucking around dancing around you to the childish music. they’re attention isn’t fully on you for the very FIRST time since you joined their group. and you don’t know how the two of them are so uncaring about the amount of people that have died.

you’re on high alert, if a number like two is called you only have so much time to find someone else because you know namgyu and thanos will grab each other. (even if they feel bad about it later, but they are guys in the end and it’s a bros before hoes world)

if it’s four, five or even six you have semi, minsu, and gyeongsu. as long as your group stays together then everything will be fine. your hands shake despite the reassuring thought.

when the number three is called, relief floods your body and you know that you’re life is secure in the hands of the two men who swore to stay by your side whether you wanted them to or not.

but when you turn your head, they’re already running. their hands wrapped around the wrists of someone else.

and all you can do is stand there, staring at the sight, dread filling your body. frantically looking around, but feet stuck in place.

you think you’re life is already over but your wrist is suddenly pulled, feet moving on their own as you follow behind your saviour. when you reach the room you realize you’re with semi and minsu.

instantly you’re hugging them, thanking them, sobbing into the fabric of their jumpsuits because you genuinely thought your life was over.

and maybe the thought of the two men leaving you behind has you a little more than upset.

but it’s just like you thought, you’re group stayed together and everything worked out well. as long as thanos, namgyu and gyeongsu made it into a room themselves.

in a room a few doors down, the two men are beginning to experience a similar sense of dread realizing that the person they thought was you is actually gyeongsu. and of course they’re glad he’s alive, but where were you?

they’re at each others throats in an instant. the loud countdown outside of the room making them both nauseous as they point fingers and throw blame at eachother.

thanos rushes towards the peephole, frantically looking out as he calls your name. his emotions are so heightened, and he wants everything to feel like a big joke like it normally does, but his pulse is racing. he can’t see you anywhere.

and namgyu is shouting, pushing thanos away from the door in a frenzy as he looks out the same way. beads of sweat rolling down his temple as his eyes flick side to side.

you must have made it in a room right? you’re no where to be seen. but there is so many people desperately running around in search of an open room how can they be sure.

namgyu would chew on his already short nails as they return from the game. eyes scanning around.

thanos is twitching uncomfortably, rolling his shoulders to try and maintain his nonchalantness but his hands are shaking.

and as soon as you walk through that door, nervously chatting with semi, the two men are on you.

thanos is pulling you into an aggressive hug, moving back just far enough that he can still rest his hands on your arms, shaking you around.

namgyu would come up behind you, grabbing at your shoulders and squeezing them. to anyone else it might look like he’s trying to comfort you but you actually think it’s meantfor him, his fingers pressed into you through the fabric of your jumpsuit.

you just stare at them. hurt, confused, still processing how many people just died in front of you and how you were almost one of them.

namgyu would rest his chin on your shoulder, arms taking thanos spot on your arms from behind you as thanos steps back to explain what happened. and he’s so animated, head bouncing around hands flying.

“bro! i totally thought we were holding you, like you were right behind us i swear! and then we get to the room and we actually had gyeongsu! man, i was so pissed that we grabbed that idiot instead of you! no offence gyeongsu”

and from the side, right by your ear namgyu’s rattling out a similar excuse. hands rubbing up and down your arms now as he looks at thanos to confirm his story.

they must be coming down from a high because the two of them genuinely look and sound so guilty (in their own way) and scared (again, to the best of their ability while high) that it has YOU feeling guilty that you weren’t paying more attention.

so you’re accepting their apology, hugging them both and saying it’s okay because all three of you are alive, reassuring them that you’re all gonna get out of here with a shit ton of cash!

they’re both popping another pill when the mood has simmered, both denying and shaking off the fact that they we’re worried when semi pokes fun at the two of them.

we all know namgyu doesn’t like her to begin with, so she’s just fuelling the fire. he’s not acting on it yet though because you’re sitting beside him, alive, and he can’t think about anything else.

thanos is feeling a similar way. even if he was an easily perturbed man, which he isn’t usually (let’s not talking about how he interacts with player 333), he wouldn’t be paying any attention to semi. he’s engrossed in the sight that is you, hair stuck to your sweat dampened skin and face covered in splatters of blood.

[shirakow]

❝ 𝓟.ERVERT PERVERT . "

caleb x gn!reader / love and deepspace

warning(s) include: nsfw content, somnophilia, putting sleeping pills in ur drink, and just overall pervert tendencies.

note: short fic, planning to write a longer one with this trope some time in the future but i just thought dumped on this bc its caleb and i love him and this is not proofread, so sorry for mistakes

Pervert!Caleb steals your underwear and uses it to jerk off; wrapping the fabric around his cock while he fists his hand to thoughts of you. If he’s lucky, then he steals 2 pieces of your underwear, one for his cock and one for his nose to sniff.

Pervert!Caleb who loves to put hidden cameras in your room and watch you do all sorts of things. Watching you touch yourself was his favorite past time. He’d be touching himself with you too! From behind his screen, of course. He’d match the pace of his hand to the pace of yours, wanting to feel like he’s the one making you feel good. Don’t worry—he will be soon.

Pervert!Caleb who sometimes comes into your room whenever you go out and pleasures himself on your bed, spraying his cum all over the bedsheets so you have a peace of him everywhere and anywhere. Humping the sheets like a dog in heat.

Pervert!Caleb who gets too touchy feely with you and he always insists they’re just accidents! Because who would touch your ass on purpose? Who would brush their hand against your crotch? Definitely not him! Even if he did, they’re all accidents, he swears.

Pervert!Caleb who uses his position as Colonel of the Fleet as a way to touch you with his own hands. Don’t worry, it’s just a body inspection, he promises—just to ensure everybodys safety! His hands would explore your body through your clothes, trying to feel for any ‘weapons’ that might be present. You didn’t, of course, but he definitely did and it was pressing against your ass right now. He’d use this as a chance to sniff your hair and maybe even grind onto you if he can get away with it.

Pervert!Caleb who thinks about using his bionic arm on you, using the shock feature to stimulate your pussy while he fingers you.

Pervert!Caleb who sometimes comes into your room when you’re fast asleep and often lifts your shirt or lowers your shorts just to see your skin. If he’s feeling more adventurous, he’d put sleeping pills in your drink and once they take effect, he’d cum all over your thighs and clean them up right after so you dont see the evidence.

Pervert!Caleb who gets so turned on when you call him out on his perverted tendencies. He tries so hard not to get a boner when you’re scolding him about it—the way you look so angry oh dear! He just wanted to stuff your mouth full of cock right then and there. He’d always sweet talk you out of it and say it’s nothing and that that’s how he normally acts around other people. And most of the time, you believe him, the other? Not so much. But he didn’t care.

Pervert!Caleb who just can’t wait for you to be his. <3

[bumblingbabooshka]

Every time I watch the cold open of Memorial and B'Elanna tells Tom about how she ASSEMBLED a 50's television set from SCRATCH just to surprise him (there's no reason beyond that - just an incredibly sweet and thoughtful gesture) and replicated popcorn for him to eat while he watches and Tom says "They didn't have remote controls in the 50's ♥ Also where's my beer?" I contemplate murder ESPECIALLY because B'Elanna responds cheerfully to it - GIRL!!! LEAVE HIM!!!!!! IS HE SUPPOSED TO BE CHARMING IN THIS SCENE????

[realcleverscience]

@notarobot2

"I do see value in such things. Housework for example is a service like any other. The problem is that often times certian things are over valued."

It seems that you think human life is overvalued. I'm gonna have to disagree with you there and wonder what price tag you put on lives, including your own.

"As far as ethics go I operate by a different ethical philosphy than you. Everyone has slight differences of course, but I believe we have distinct and irreconcileable ones. Asserting that allowing people to suffer is a debasment of our humanity is one such case." I'm not sure what you have is a system of ethics as much as a system of self-interest. e.g. letting people suffer and die to teach them a lesson or motivate them seems barbaric. "I would agree with suffer unjustifiably. Letting people suffer and die isn't just about reducing costs, it's about motivation. It provides the stick to match the carrot of discrecionary income."

jfc, you really ate all that capitalist bullshit whole, didn't you? anyways, I too am not against money as a motivator. However, many people are literally unable to earn any or enough money. The carrot and stick approach doesn't work bc they physically cannot do it. It's like beating up an old lady or a baby for not hauling bricks as economically as a 25 year old. The reward/punishment system just won't work.

But instead of realizing the error in your system, you instead keep the system and assume it's an "error" in others that's best solved by letting the "errors" die. Insane.

Furthermore, let's get to the core issues: what's even the point of wanting people to work at all? What is the basis of this desire on your part? I'm guessing you'll say that if no-one works, we won't be able to afford anything. Which is true, but that means the real issue is sustainability of costs. Put another way, the question is: what can we financially sustainably provide all americans for free? For instance, we may well be able to feed all americans without damaging our economy. We might even be able to house everyone as well. We almost certainly can provide everyone with a normal amount of water and electricity. "But where will money come from if no-one works?" That's the thing that a lot of people somehow miss: People will still work bc people aspire to more than just food and shelter. So, as long as those are not prohibitively expensive, we can provide them without worry because people will still work.

In addition, these things can even strengthen economies. E.g. Every dollar spent on educating people can, at times, return $10 in economic benefit a few years later. Similarly, providing free school lunch to hungry kids may cost a dollar today, but if it improves their grades, it can easily pay for itself. Further, these can all have knock-on effects. E.g. a better educated public is less likely to do stupid things which endanger people. Or a well-fed kid may reduce delinquency and other issues. As some people have put it, you can invest in schools today or invest in jails tomorrow.

"I am not selling my ethics, I simply value different things. And mkre accurately, different time frames. Also, admitidly my nation over others." Yeah, if you've lost your sense of humanity and empathy, then you definitely *have* sold your ethics and replaced it with libertarianism or something, but I hope one day you find jesus, or really any religious or moral system that can heal you.

Also, no, you're not being more accurate or working with different time frames. We're working with the same facts. You just don't care if people die. And you're also not valuing your nation when you are literally endorsing positions to kill your fellow countrymen. That's not patriotism. That's just selfishness.

"In the context of AI, it would be those with ownership, speicalized skills, or means of force. There will ultimatly be death, losses and suffering. There's little way around that without undermining the systems and order that keep people productive, innovative and useful." Again, you are still assuming we need everyone to be "productive, innovative, and useful" when we are literally talking about a situation where there's no need for humans to be any of those, and indeed, it may be literally less useful in most cases than just having machines do it essentially for free.

Further, you again are finding that your system (work = value) doesn't always work (in this case, due to ai replacing labor), and again, instead of considering that your system of thoughts has errors, you instead think, no, it's the entire population itself which has errors and therefore the population must suffer and die. This is terrifyingly and hilariously ass-backwards. As others have said, the economy exists for us; we don't exist for the economy. And perhaps most hilarious of all is what seems to be your position that you yourself should die should you cease to be "useful" to society. Frankly, I doubt you actually have the courage of your convictions; to me, this again indicates that your "ethics" are just self-interest and bear no resemblance to what most call moral or ethical systems. "Scarcity is inherrent." Yes, scarcity in some forms will always exist. However, scarcity for essential goods does not have to exist, esp once AI/Robotics take over. Even if we can't give everyone filet mignon and their own beachside mansions, we *can* give everyone food and a home.

"Either we accept that AI is going go take jobs, and slowly leave the working class with nothing. Or we undermine any real chance of technological and industrial advancement in a free society."

The thing is AI taking jobs doesn't inherently need to lead to "leaving the working class with nothing." That's only true under some capitalist systems. Again, you seem to be utterly unable to think of possibilities outside capitalism, so to you, this is inevitable, but that need not be the case. But again, instead of recognizing this as an error in your worldview, you just accept that it's an error in population wide labor and necessary for "advacement" (though I wonder what use advancement is for people if your plan is for it to kill them).

"We would stagnant with people pursuing entertainment, hedoisim, and special interests rather than more useful things. Meanwhile we would continuallg have to advance production anyway to keep up with a growing population and increasing demands."

You are making some malthusian arguments. They weren't true in the 1800s and they're not true today. Further, I will reiterate that people strive for more than just being alive, and so people are likely to still work - until automation removes all jobs, at which point, your entire philosophy won't even make sense anymore bc labor will no longer exist and we will anyways still need ways to ration scarce goods.

anyways, your whole worldview seems like someone read an econ 101 book and mistook if the bible. your grasp of economics is weak. your grasp of social governance is laughable. your grasp of ethics is non-existent. and you seem motivated by greed and nothing more. sad.

AI under capitalism

[miwiheroes]

okay time for my rant

i feel kind of upset that i know that a lot of people will be disappointed with season 5 byler because they have this one view: past byler moments need to be referenced.

assuming that it is endgame (bc yeah ofc it is), i don't think that will be enough for everyone, which i totally get <3 like if they do it in a poorly written way (i.e. no depth into mike's queerness or a cheating plot on el) i would totally get not being happy with it. but i know that some people will think that it's not that good because they may not reference past byler moments??

like some things that i've seen people hope for are understandable. for example, wanting a kiss with heroes in the bg, or wanting a mention of the painting. those make total sense because the writers set those things up in a way that implies it'll be referenced later on.

some things i just don't stand by. for example, wanting them to show ANY reference to them meeting each other for the first time, any reference to the crazy together scene. those are already canon moments. it's almost as if people needing these scenes to be referenced is a kind of insecurity in the existence of those scenes in the first place? like we need to them to be rehashed in order to make them like- double canon in a way?

now, i totally get wanting this to happen. for the reasons i have just expressed and the fact it would be really cool. but what i don't get is: saying that the new season's byler would be poorly written without a reference to a past moment.

i can almost see it now, post byler endgame, people getting mad there was no reference to their first meeting, people getting mad they didn't reference 'lets start a new party'. them saying it was poor writing. me going:

honestly......... i think it would be better written if they didn't reference these. More specifically, if the miwi flashback isn't them meeting each other for the first time, i would be equally as excited, because it means a NEW THING for us to reference, a new thing for me to explore in analysis.

the writers will hopefully give us some new lines. new soundtrack songs. new things to analyse and make memes about. i don't neeeed them to say they're crazy together for the third time*.

so if i catch anyone calling writers who have made an effort to create new, romantic, beautiful scenes that deepen the complexity of byler's relationship bad writing just because they didn't reference old moments, i am going to have an aneurysm <3 and then giggle in heaven, because why ur working urself up over literally nothing, i'll be sat, positive and happy, looking at fresh and new things to obsess over.

if you feel attacked by the post, im sorry, i just want to get you guys excited because no matter what we are getting new byler content, new lines and new complexities. sorry for making u feel bad in the future for criticising writers for taking the hard way out, and writing new lines LMAO

and in the possibility that they do reference these old moments, i'll also be happy, i just hate the idea that some people won't be happy if they don't do it, if that makes sense

*if you're wondering what the second time is, it's when mike gives will that post it note with the line on it.

[calicooken]

Alright so can we talk about the Rafayel to Caleb girlie pipeline because I’m seeing something interesting

I feel like a lot of Rafayel girlies are so into Caleb right now. Like I saw a lot of us posting about Gege and discussing about his storyline more than other girlie does.

What is with us here? 😂

I saw the post talking about Caleb is for the only-child/ or oldest child who grow up ALONE and I was like, hold on a minute. I think I cracked the code

1. We do have a type. A complex, tragic but also very passionate man. The type to not be very easy to love. But will be the most loyal& devoted to you through thick and thin

2. You need someone to heal your inner child. A part from you that never got taken care of

3. THE BANTER, they have to be a bit of playfulness from them and be able to joke about serious stuffs

4. The type to hide their emotional side behind those playful gazes bc sometimes you did that too

5. Someone who doesn’t care if you make mistakes or not be a perfect human being all the time because you have to be like that all your life

6. Someone who is a little bit intense, for some people they’re too overbearing. Someone who’s not scared to be ‘too much’ for you in terms of expressing their love bc that’s what you fear you are and you keep most of your emotions to yourself- leaning more on avoidant side

7. The howl in howls moving castle to Prince Zuko to Rafayel to Caleb- something like that

Now with the only child who grew up ALONE topic

As an only child, I grow up in a household where every woman in my life are living the life of “Strong, independent, girlboss” woman to the point of burning themselves on the ground. I see the cycle repeating for several generations until my own.

I grow up mostly alone, having to take care of myself in every aspects. And I mostly did it well.

But In reality, I just can’t effort to be reckless. Because if I don’t take care of myself and keep myself in check, nobody else will.

(Nobody will save me but me)

For some people the “Yandere” side of Caleb are a red-flag but for me?

to have a man care about you and taking care of you all the time? Notices about every details in your life and makes sure you never have to lift a finger?

That’s my wet dream, A fantasy.

His doting & overprotective personality healed the little girl inside me.

Same with Rafayel, being with him always heals my inner child that I never fully experience as a kid.

Both of them are so 🥺🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

[olderthannetfic]

https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/773445041341579264/any-time-i-see-colonialism-guilt-when-it-comes#notes

You know what, I respect that you guys want dry facts and world building based stories.

Honestly my biggest gripe was just about those posts on tumblr where they callout European fantasy and demanding/expecting people to unravel colonialism and imperialism and how it's racist to have coffee in your setting without mentioning how it got there bc of colonies. (Which I don't even think is correct.) How you need to explore your "internalized racism" when ye Medieval peasant Bob eats potatoes. Or that poor people eat the same foods as the rich. As if it was some great evil conspiracy to erase that potatoes came from the Americas, instead of people just writing whatever and barely caring about actual accuracy even when they write "medieval fantasy Europe" because most times it's just literally not even "medieval".

And also how you can find a lot of the same "problems" in foreign writing, but people just don't read those books so they pretend it's only European medieval fantasy that does it. Maybe because they just don't bother reading foreign, even officially translated books, or ignore it in their own countries works, somehow the "same" implications just suddenly aren't as big of a problem.

So that's how that rant happened.

So if you want to explore how you got fantasy "coffee" or fantasy "potatoes" Honestly, I hope all of you who love reading that stuff will find a bookstore full of these books, and have many years of fun.

--

I find it annoying how little most people know about ancient South America. There isn't much educational info out there that's easy to consume (youtube videos and the like) other than Ed Barnhart's stuff.

Some people do like dry world building, but I think many of these complaints actually stem from the author just using a boring prefab setting without thinking any of it through—or worse, having really cool world building and then going off the rails into endless random sex scenes and not telling us about the cool monsters and just dropping the arc plot, you hack of an author!

[dnsknr]

Adding unspooled thread below the cut for accessibility and also because fuck the bird site

"One of the cruelest things about Autistic/ADHD masking is that you learn to treat positive emotions as a warning sign that you're about to do something "wrong" and that it is therefore "safest for everyone" if you maintain a constant, low-key negative internal emotional state.

To feel joy, you have to be in yourself and in the moment. You're not worried about how you appear to others. You can't be both hypercritical of your existence while also reveling in it.

Joy means that the mechanism for monitoring/policing yourself for the comfort of others no longer takes priority. And when being yourself is so often a "wrong" way to be, being yourself without surveilling/"mitigating" yourself can feel perilous.

In fact, we've often been told it *is* perilous -- to others. We're told that we're "rude", "weird", "extra", "unthinking", "impulsive", "over-the-top", "self-absorbed", "oblivious", "annoying", etc.

We don't hear those messages when we're already over-analyzing our behaviours from the point of view of everyone else and adapting them accordingly.

We hear those messages when the connection with that normativity-focused inner critic drops and family, bosses, educators, colleagues, etc. step in to play that role. That might come from a meltdown or shut down, but it also happens in moments of true unselfconscious joy.

So joy feels dangerous. Joy becomes associated with alienating others, and eventually we come to feel alienated from joy itself.

I realized today that whenever I feel truly immersed in positive emotions (heck, even plain uncomplicated contentment), I am immediately fearful of who or what I must be irritating, neglecting, overstepping, steamrolling, etc.

I have received the message that my joy comes at a cost to everyone else. My happiness is something I do to others. So I have learned to always keep my emotional barometer just slightly inside of the depressed range.

I can have a little mirth, as a treat. 🫤

CW: suicide/self harm This is deadly. There is nothing surprising at all about the suicide and self-harm statistics of ADHD and Autistic folks once you understand that we are conditioned in this way. Training people to be depressed is deadly.

Sometimes I say that I am happiest when I am by myself, but I wonder if maybe I am just only actually *allowed to feel* happy -- like truly happy without that lingering soupçon of impending indecorum and fuckuppery -- when I am by myself.

(Well not completely by myself. Usually also with my cats. Because they're always game for a little indecorum and fuckuppery.)

Oof I'm sorry this is all resonating with folks.

This feeling exactly: [broken link] https://t.co/ZVanrQSxWJ

Another reason why I find myself trying to "manage my emotional expectations" is bc of the whiplash you get from being kneecapped when only moments before you were truly, neurodivergently happy. It's a hard fucking landing.

It's like the physical feeling of getting the wind knocked out of you but on an existential level. 0/10 would not recommend

This thread was brought to you by one of those "find words for your feelings" charts and the jarring realization that I view every emotion listed under "happy" with suspicion and try to limit how much of it I experience. 🫠"

Original post was made unrebloggable so I'm reposting the link. Click through for the whole thread.

[cosmicalily]

"four letters (l-o-v-e)" - a minho oneshot by @cosmicalily

author's note: i may or may not write a part two for this (depending on if people like this one!) i've never really written a fic like this where there's zero romantic action/physical intimacy, but i kind of loved this whole soft, slow burn, and the idea that you can come up with your own ending for it (unless i end up writing one lmao). obviously, this fic is inspired by the 'youth' mv, bc i'm down WILDLY bad for 'youth' minho! also as i wrote in a little blab on my blog this will likely be my last post in my 'regular' writing schedule as it's my very last prewritten fic!! i'd been stockpiling them for days to keep me going but with school restarting (final year!) i know i'll most likely be too busy to write regularly. thank you for all the love over this summer (or winter!) xx i'll still be on here whenever inspiration strikes!

warnings: fights, blood, angst, difficulties at school, suspensions

The sunlight on the emerald coloured lawn was warm, melting through the semi-sheer clouds like honey. You stretched yourself out, torso propped up by your elbows, eyes squinted before eventually, you gave into the glare, closing them fully. You loved the spring sunshine; everything around you felt like it was saturated and glowing, and there was a freshness to the air that the other seasons didn’t carry. You felt a soft kick to your back and opened your eyes reluctantly, batting an arm aimlessly to return the blow.

“Were you asleep?” Seungmin asked, chuckling amusedly. Despite his smirk, he offered a hand to help you off the grass. Foolishly, you reached for it, and once you were about two-thirds above the ground, he let go, letting you fall back onto the lawn with a soft thump.

“You asshole,” you groaned, dusting off your plaid skirt. You pulled yourself to your own feet, stretching your back and slipping your arms into your blazer, giving Seungmin one last dirty look. He simply laughed at you, the way he always did, but you didn’t miss the quick once-over he gave you, checking to make sure he hadn’t really hurt you. 

It was just the way you communicated. He teased, you tolerated. And sometimes, if you were bothered, you retaliated.

You reached for your bike, about to set your backpack in the front basket, when suddenly Seungmin tapped you on the shoulder. Not in the irritating way to interrupt you when you were studying, but urgently. You turned your head, craning your neck, and your jaw dropped.

Seo Changbin and Lee Minho were fighting.

Not play fighting, the way you typically saw the two of them tussle around in the back of class. No, there was no laughter, no joking or nicknames. Seungmin pulled the two of you a little further behind the bicycle shelter, eyes wide in shock.

“You’re a fucking piece of shit,” Minho spat, blood trickling from his lip as he fought against Changbin’s headlock. “You knew that was my last chance. I needed that grade and you’ve gone and fucking screwed it.”

Changbin scoffed, wincing a little at the scratches Minho’s nails left on his forearms. “You’re the one who doesn’t give a shit about school. Why do you suddenly care, huh? It’s just a stupid assignment.”

“They’re gonna kick me out if I fail another,” Minho hissed. “You knew that, but you still had to fuck around and ruin everything for me.”

“Oh my god,” you whispered to Seungmin.

Not quietly enough, apparently.

Minho’s head turned, sharp eyes immediately spotting the two of you. Your heartbeat quickened, and Seungmin mumbled curses under his mouth as Minho quickly pulled himself from Changbin. He gave the latter a quick shove, then pointed in the direction of the bike shed.

“Fuck,” Seungmin murmured.

“What are you looking at?” Changbin shouted, expression hostile.

“Let’s go,” you urged, and the two of you hopped on your bikes, making a hasty exit. 

When you turned your head back, Changbin was nowhere to be seen. Minho, however, sat on the lawn, bloody face in his hands. 

He looked so much smaller, so vulnerable. 

Before you knew what you were doing, you leaned your bike against a fence and ran back to the school grounds, Seungmin shouting your name from behind you.

But Minho was gone now, too.

Seungmin panted beside you, cursing at your stupidity for running back. 

Blood now streaked the grass where you’d been sitting earlier.

“Ms. Park and I have been thoroughly debating exactly what to do with you two, Lee Minho,” Mr. Shin sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. “Because clearly, the past consequences we’ve inflicted have had minimal, if any, impact.”

Minho’s eyes brightened. “Another suspension?” He asked eagerly.

“Absolutely not,” Mr. Shin shook his head. “Especially when your attendance is already as bad as it is, and considering the fact that the past seven suspensions we’ve assigned you have only seemed to make matters worse. No, we’ve had to get creative.”

Minho rolled his eyes and yawned, but his heart beat a little quicker. Usually, this conversation would be done in two minutes; it was a script he’d repeated many times. Several apologies, each a little more dramatic than the previous one, then a two-day suspension. Then, Minho would be out of the room, collecting his bag, and could do whatever he pleased. It was like a routine.

‘Creative’, though? He did not like the sound of that.

“We have decided that perhaps individualised punishments are not effective,” Mr. Shin continued. “So we have constructed somewhat of a community service plan for you to complete.”

“What, like picking up rubbish?”

“What, Mr. Shin,” he groaned. “Have some courtesy, please. And no, something different. It will be collaborative, but also educational. Changbin will be doing the same; Seungmin will be assisting him in instructing the children’s baseball team. And, in your favour, we have taken into account your dislike towards physical exercise. However, you’ll still be responsible for a group of people, which will hopefully teach you leadership and empathy. Obviously, we were cautious of assigning you this role alone, so we have recruited some support.” Mr. Shin stood up from his desk and opened his office door.

“Hi Minho,” you said gently.

“Hi, Y/N,” he mumbled.

You pulled out a sheet of paper covered in squares and numbers, sliding it across the desk to him. 

And the smile Lee Minho offered you, small but certain, as he stared down at the piece of paper was nothing short of genuine. In that moment, he seemed different. 

You saw the same vulnerability you’d seen the day before.

“Have you ever played bingo?”

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[unluckilyimnot]

Friend trying to win your bf over/talking shit behind your back

Characters: isagi, sae, rin, karasu, nagi

Note : I did this for a request but I'll do it with more fandom (genshin and windbreaker), so tell me if anyone want one with a character in particular (hc / one shot...) or another fandom

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Sae

Sae's not there to be fucked around or around people he loves

So let's just say that your friend looking down on you will only happen once 

He hates the way she interrupts you to talk about her own feelings or point of you to HIM 

Why would he care about someone else? 

"Nobody cares. Go on, Dear."

He's not scared to speak for everyone since he clearly realized she's trying to steal time and space from you specifically 

He's the type to just stop listening to her of answer her – not that he paid much attention before 

It's almost boring how quickly he reacts, but he can't accept someone hurting you when your his everything 

Rin

Same as Sae, he's not open to other people and rarely care about them 

He's less blunt though

He doesn't really like your friend for the start but he'd almost admire her persistence if it wasn't turned against you

He's lost count of how many times he just sighs at her face or side eyes her to death when she's trying to be better than you 

He'll generally put up with it if you can defend yourself but he also turned her down a lot when he's tired of it

He's impressed how quick you shut her up the second she tries to touch him though

He hates it and you can't put up with that, she can try to look down to you in front of your bf but she can't step too close in his personal space

Rin convince you to cut her off after that

Yoichi

Does realize what's she trying to do but LATE 

He really thought for a long time that she was just trying to be included and to get to know what he liked so he wasn't left out

He also told you that you were exaggerating the few first times you mention her attitude 

It honestly put your relationship in danger bc he couldn't get himself to push her away when she got a bit too close to him or he ended up listening to her more than you 

It took his friends to mention her weird attitude around you two, PLUS you yelling him to open his eyes before he finally get to realize she was like this only with him 

And how much she looked down on you on every chance she had 

He's more than quick to turn her down after that and oh gods, he's doing his best to regain your trust

Karasu

He's not buying her overly cute and harmless behavior but still let her a chance 

He also get the chance to understand why you think so low of yourself, with friends like her around 

He's careful around her, staying close to you, paying close attention to you and assuring you that you're doing enough when she tries to push you down 

He's sick to see that she's always trying to get close to him even if he brings every conversation to you, even if you're not here

He push her away before you get the chance to do so, and then insisted for you to cut her from your life 

Nagi 

He's honestly not interested in anyone but you and his few close friends, so let's say it doesn't go the way she wants to 

She can talk to him all she wants, he's not listening, he doesn't even realize it's for him 

He only thinks she's full of herself and boring to be around 

You're probably annoyed and frustrated at first, and you talk to him about it

But when he tells you that he find her so boring you can't help but laugh and let her do so much before cutting her off 

But not before nagi told her himself that she's so boring he wants to leave every time he sees her

Let me know if you liked it !!

[heart-select]

My hobbit fic (mostly bagginshield) tropes that delight me to no end

dwarves making bets (esp on matters of courtship)

line of durin having horrible sweet tooth

Acknowledging Bilbo as the grandson of Old Took, the Thain (gasp he's a prince!)

courting each other without telling you're courting but everyone in the room knowing whats going on

Thorin coming back with Bilbo and people assuming theyre married (that one shire custom about disappearing and coming back together) (bonus if bilbo does not explain)

Bilbo wearing mithril mail Thorin gave and people assuming theyre married

Alternatively theyre married but people are making bets when theyre gonna get together bc they don't know

Bofur has the best stone sense out of the entire company (i like him smart stupid 😔 ❤️)

inseperable heirs of durin (bonus dumb shenanigans) (bonus bonus: theyre also actually competent, theyre both just bored)

Bilbo's family having a time with the dwarves (bonus: hobbits taking in dwarves well enough for gossip and work) (wbk its dori thats having tea with them every 3 days between luncheon and dinner)

Dwalin being really good with kids even if he doesn't like it (he's building an army)

Dwalin Clocking Thorin's attraction to the hobbit and making fun of him for it (still supportive)

Anything that has to do with Dis and her being a menace specifically to Thorin

[userparadoxx]

Yknow what, yeah, I will post what I thought when I first saw this post. You guys are right. Especially about centering intersex folks. Because while yes, this does affect trans people, I believe it mostly affects intersex people.

Having a system where there are officially only two choices really doesn’t affect a majority of trans people, bc they still align with one. A binary transition from one to the other. Having a system where there are officially only two choices affects people who aren’t either or.

That’s without having read anything. I haven’t gone in depth on it yet bc I don’t feel I am mentally prepared. But baseline, to everyone in the same state as me, understand that intersex people are at the forefront here. We’ve already emphasized intersex existence against the whole “only two sexes” argument. There needs to now be proof that intersex lives aren’t just a ‘gotcha’ to republicans (which there’s a whole other discussion to be had about how the trans community has done this but that’s not the purpose of this post). There needs to be something. If you’re going to bring up intersex people, you’re going to do it with the intention of helping. Do research, talk to the community, spread awareness, whatever you can do.

The trans and intersex community are brothers in arms. Do not forget that.

I grit my teeth and read the entire executive order regarding trans people, and I just want to take the opportunity to remind folks not to forget intersex people. One of the rescinded documents is “Supporting Intersex Students: A Resource for Students, Families, and Educators," and there is a huge emphasis on legally enshrining "only two sexes."

Yes, this affects trans people, but with the way intersex voices often get ignored in trans spaces, I just want to remind folks not to shut us out. Don't forget us. Don't keep talking over us. Don't act like we aren't on the front lines. Don't act like this is just about you. Please.

[catbolt]

Hi! I have 2 chronic illnesses (specifically me/cfs and fibromyalgia) and I've always wondered how the boys would help to take care of a chronically ill mc? I know Xavier would probably nap with her, but I was hoping you could write some drabbles or something please? I really, really appreciate you reading this, even if you don't take it up. Thank you! :) <3

— TAKE CARE

[TAGS] fluff, xavier x mc, zayne x mc, rafayel x mc, sylus x mc (no caleb bc tbh i'm not quite sure how i want to write him yet), 2nd person but canon hunter mc is referenced

[A/N] hii anon! did this sort of headcanon style, hope it's to your liking! don't have any personal experience with chronic illness so kept things pretty vague to avoid mischaracterization (but hopefully still suiting the prompt.)

xavier

doesn’t overburden you with too much talk or make a big deal out of your flare ups, instead spending most of the time just silently, patiently by your side . Napping, watching mindless TV, reading a book side by side with you in bed. 

xavier def gives parallel play vibes-- even if you two aren’t doing the same activity he’ll be next to you, comforting you with the simple warmth of his presence. “need anything?” “want a massage?” “tired?” is as much as he’ll probe. he understands what you need without you even having to say it, often anticipating your needs before you even realize them yourself.

personally he does not gaf about work drama but since he knows you get antsy not knowing what's happening at hunter HQ whenever you have to call out from work, he always prepares a rundown of any work tea for you. he finds himself being even more nosy and attuned to the other hunters at work, just so he can see your eyes light up whenever he gets to tell you about which of the new recruits are flirting with who.

zayne

sometimes it’s a little hard for him not to go fully into doctor mode whenever you're having symptoms, but he tries to rein it in so as to not frustrate/overwhelm you.

he would have very strong reactions to any signs of physical distress from you. seeing you in the middle of a flare up makes him have to confront that you're not one of his patients, you're... you, which is harder, makes things infinitely more complicated. he can't just be calm and orderly as he usually is and prides himself on being when it's you who's in pain.

he's trained himself to panic less and stay logical when it comes to your symptoms, but he has to concentrate to do so, walking himself mentally through his own medical training on your condition to talk him down from overreacting. you wouldn't have thought a doctor of all people would be the type to be on edge about something like this, knowing he's familiar with similar conditions, but for zayne, he definitely has to care for you while also battling his own emotional rollercoaster.

rafayel

cheers you up with little doodles and gifts, trying to keep your spirits high whenever symptoms get particularly bad.

i have this image of him just making little sculptures out of shells from the beach and putting them on your nightstand to decorate the space especially during those times where you're stuck in bed for days. even if he can't be around 24/7, he makes sure reminders of him are around when you go to sleep and when you wake up

video calls you a lot whenever he's out and about by himself, at the studio, taking a walk, even at events, because he doesn't want you to miss out on any of the fun even when you can't physically join.

sylus

definitely the doesn't ask questions and anticipates your needs easily type. sometimes he even overdoes it because he gets carried away but it's sweet either way, like when he prepares a bubble bath for you with a bath bomb and a bunch of essential oils to soothe your muscles and then you have to remind him you took a shower like three hours ago already

sends mephisto to watch over you during flare ups when you're napping or if he's out, and will send checking in texts frequently even though you know he has a full live feed of you from mephisto.

makes luke and kieran also do whatever you need whenever he's not around and you're having strong symptoms. notes under the door saying "boss wants you to check your phone" "boss wants to know if you need anything" "boss says he's working late and that he ordered you dinner, so you should eat without him" are a frequent amusing feature of sylus' care

[blueberrylovv]

little tips i swear by

eat with a small fork/dessert fork so you can take smaller bites and convince yourself you're eating more by taking longer to finish your food (kinda the same mind game as eating from a small plate to trick yourself into thinking your portion is bigger than it really is)

use children's/baby divided plates - bc they are for children they are smaller and the compartments are also smaller, the dividers take up space so it also tricks your brain into believing you eat more bc you're using such a big plate

about the children's plates - i think it helps to see all your food separated to judge the ratios - for example instead of filling the biggest compartments with carbs and the small one with veggies go the other way around

take a sip of water every 2 to 3 bites - helps with hydration and with keeping you full, i also like it because it cleanses my palate so the next bite i take after the sip feels more exciting? in a way? im just not letting my mouth get used to the taste of the food im eating

i like to start my day with a coffee because it fills me up well and because of it i can push back the time i have my first meal (my coffee is around 250ml oats milk and drip coffee with ice, its usually around 100kcal so not much given that i sip it for a few hours and it allows me to push back my first meal by up to 6h sometimes even if i wake up extra hungry)

recently i've been portioning my food for the day in the morning (bc i also take my wiaiad pictures as soon as i wake up when the lighting is good) and it helps me so much with pacing myself throughout the day to see what i can have - i find it less overwhelming than meal prepping days in advance yet it still gives me a sense of control

just some tips that are probably nothing new and people talked about them thousand times before but it's something i do every day and i think it helps me so i thought i would share :3

ALSO WATER REMINDER!

[sixknight]

Vent fic bc I was all up in my head last night.

"Hey, human? You in there?" Mammon knocks on the bathroom door a few times, but not loudly, like he normally would. It's a gentle knock, accompanied by a gentle tone, "Ya been in the shower over an hour now. Do I gotta come getcha or something?"

There's a long pause.

“The door is unlocked.” You reply, “You can come in. The shower door is closed.”

Mammon seems surprised by your answer, but slowly turns the knob. The faint sound of the shower raining down on you gets louder as he opens the door and steam from the room hits his face. He steps into the bathroom, the mirror and shower door are both foggy from the hot water, mostly hiding your silhouette, but he can tell you're sitting on the shower floor with your back to the showerhead.

“Human… you ok?”

“Yeah.”

“Don't lie to me… we both know you're a terrible liar.”

You stay silent for a brief moment, “I don't get how you guys do it…” You finally speak.

“Do what?” He asks.

“All of it. Everything.”

He stares at the foggy shower door, still not quite understanding what you mean.

“You go to RAD, you work part-time jobs, and you go out and enjoy the day. All of that was hard enough for me back on Earth, but here? It's damn near impossible!”

He leans against the sink, “You sayin’ this is too much for you?”

“Yes.”

“Ha! I figured a regular human would crack eventually.” He smirks.

“Mammon I'm not exactly a regular human…”

“Whatcha mean by that?” 

“Mammon I'm disabled.”

His smirk falls, “Huh? Wait… you are? What the hell?! Why didn't you mention this before? Does Lucifer know?”

“I don't know. And I didn't mention it because…”You stop suddenly. 

“Because?” He raises a brow.

“Because it's easier for people to think you're just useless because you're lazy… it comes with less pity.” You say, disdain dripping in your tone.

Have people told you that? That you're useless? That you're a pitiful creature because of something you can't help?

“Hey!” He shouts, banging a fist on the shower door causing you to startle, “Do not talk about yourself like that, ok?” His lips are pressed into a thin line. Is that how you view yourself? That's bullshit! You're not useless! Not to him. Not to any of the brothers. His fist slowly lays flat out on the door as he presses his palm against it, “Do you really think if any of that were true that The Great Mammon would bother watchin’ over you?” He says with a slight blush.

You look up at Mammon's hand splayed firmly on the glass. You start to slowly get up and press your hand against it on the other side, “Hey Mammon?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” You speak softly.

“Tch, don't think anything of it. I'm just lettin’ you know the truth. You're not a useless human just cause you can't do some things some other humans can. No one in this house would dare to think that about my human!” He removes his hand, a blush still dusting his cheeks as he sees your hand against the glass too. As you start to remove your own hand his cheeks grow redder as the handprints have wiped some of the fog and he can see your face looking back at him while you're absolutely drenched.

And… naked…

His eyes wander for a split second before going back to your face. He turns his head away and raises a hand to shield his face, “Ah! I didn't see anything!” He says almost too quickly.

“Haha. It's alright Mammon, I trust you. I know you're not gonna make this weird like Asmo would.”

His blushing only gets worse. You… trust him? He smiles faintly at that thought. His human actually trusts him. He's ecstatic! He glanced back over, “Yeah? I-I mean yeah! Of course I'm not gonna be weird. Uh… anyway, you almost done in there? Lucifer's gonna have a cow if you raise the water bill all by yourself in there.”

“Yeah, I'm done. I already washed off… I just needed to have the hot water on me for a while is all. Eases the pain a little.”

He walks over to the towel rack and grabs you a couple of towels as he hears you turning the water off. “Hey. Slide the door open a little bit and I'll hand you some towels.”

“Ok.” You slide the door just a crack and reach your arm out. He hands you the towels, looking away with red dusted cheeks. You wrap a towel around your body, then place the other on your head to dry your hair. You open the door all the way and step out to see Mammon at the bathroom door with his arms crossed and his back to you.

“You're gonna tell me all the details of your disability tonight! The Great Mammon needs to know these things so he can make sure ya stay alive for the whole year ya know!?” He huffs, trying to hide the fact that he actually cares and wants to help make accommodations for you to the best of his ability. 

You nod, “Ok, I'll tell you. It might make things easier here too. I mean… you guys seem pretty lost on what an abled human can handle.” You laugh.

“Hey! We're learning here!” He huffs again.

“I know.” You smile and place a hand on his back and pat it, sending a shiver down his body, “Thanks Mammon.”

“... Don't mention it.” He smiles.