#ahov

[malocclusive]

You love to see it

[which-hospital]

sah/teddy in barriers (real)

save me sah/teddy in barriers :(

[wilcze-kudly]

Went to walk my dog and noticed that someone threw a bottle of liqueur into my fucking garden. It wasn't even empty? Rude.

[beauleifu]

Did i just hear someone say annon cult?

-🍵

NO HUSH WHAT

[duckduckngoose]

I just realized I've literally been writing. All. Day. What the fuck?

[aiam-maianaise]

Actually I’m gonna go more in depth here. Tags were before I wrote this part.

Even with a basic savings account, the 10million will quickly outsize what the 1k a day is capable of.

1k a day, may as many have said, reach 10million in 27 years.

But the 10million in those 27 years, even from just basic interest, could reach a lot more.

Like this:

I’ll put the interest rate at 3%. Modest conpared to some, but reasonable. It’ll partially account for how interest rates fluctuate form high at 5 to 6% to lows of 1%

Lets say you spend 1 million to get a house, pay off loans, decrease your weekly expenses.

9 million stowed away for interest.

After 1 year, 9 million becomes 9 270 000 (increased by 270 000)

The second year, that becomes 9 548 100 (278 100 increase)

Third year: 9 834 543 (286 443 increase)

Fourth Year: 10 129 579 (295 036.29 increase. Im lazy and ifnrinf the .29 tho)

At least point you have officially recouped the money you spent paying off loans/buying a house or using as simple spending money.

Fifth year: 10 433 466 (303 887 increase)

Sixth Year: 10 746 469 (313 003 increase)

Seventh Year: 11 068 863 (322 394 increase)

Eighth Year: 11 400 928 (332 065)

Ninth Year: 11 742 955 (342 027)

Tenth Year: 12 125 243 (352 288)

Eleventh Year: 12 489 000 (363 757)

And after 11 years the interest alone almost matches the amount you get each year from the 1k a day.

And with each year the bench mark to match the lump sum amount shifts ever farther.

(By 27 years, the lump sum person with a modest interest rate of 3% could potentially have gotten to 20 041 171$. Double the original sum, and double the ‘goal post’)

All this is with a more reserved interest rate. If you had a higher interest rate or were actively investing, this would be rather different. A 5% interest rate would’ve matched and surpassed the rate of 1k a day in the first year at 450 000 a year (not accountjng tax on the interest) even a 4% on 9 million puts you just under at 360 000 per year, meaning the bery next year youve surpassed it.

Additionally, if you are still working a job, you likely have saved additional money due to not having to pay off loans/pay rent or other stuff. Obviously i habe not accounted for that variable.

Any bad marhs is cause a) its 8 am and i havnet slept wheee (also probably did this a harder way than i needed to)

And also maube just me funbling them keys and numbers fjjfjf.

Explain your reasoning plzzz

[irl-l-l-o-y-d]

I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?

YIP- AHGSSHG- IDHAFSTAHHH-

[libraryenthusiast]

the prologue chapter of Powerless lived rent free in my mind for YEARS before I reread the book. Mr. Matthew Cody I forgive your continuity errors and typos because you had younger me HOOKED.

[definitelynotabird]

Help I got to a part that is slightly hard and lost all motivation to continue…

[capulated-canthea]

My own mother has given me two little cakes things and said 'one for you and one for your valentine' I'm gonna to kill someone

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Im begging pls doo another part for longing 😭🙏🏻 i just love that series.

𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 — 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 5:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 2k

𝙖/𝙣: omggg this was roughhh 😵‍💫

𝙩/𝙬: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! THIS IS SO ROUGH OMG PLS DONT IGNORE THIS

𝒍𝒆𝒆: jisung

𝙡𝙚𝙧: machine

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

“Really!? Hyung, thank you so much!” Jisung squealed as he unwrapped his presents, a warm sweater in his hands. 

Chan grinned sheepishly. “Anything for you, Hannie.”

Minho nervously fidgeted with his fingers. He was quite certain Jisung would love his gift the most, but there was still a chance the boy would be weirded out and would probably never talk to him again. 

Lino insisted on giving his gift last, knowing that Jisung would probably get distracted if he showed his gift before anyone else’s. 

When it came to his turn, everyone’s heard turned expectatingly, and Jisung gave him a heartwarmingly sweet smile. 

Minho took a deep breath before standing up, leading Hannie to a new room constructed connecting to his room.

“Wait. I thought they were upgrading the kitchen in there or something.” Jisung commented, and Minho shook his head. 

“No…I paid for the construction to fit…this.” He gestured to a huge machine placed in the center of the room. 

“What’s this?” Jisung asked, walking around it while squinting or try and determine its purpose. 

“None of the staff or anybody knows about this, by the way. I took adequate precautions to assure that doesn’t happen. But it’s a…tickle machine.”

Hannie immediately shot his head up. “What?!” 

“Well, it’s a soundproofed room for a reason.” Minho grinned. 

“Wait wait. A tickle machine? What—how—” Hannie was confused, to say the least. Minho shut the door and locked it, but he wasn’t nervous. 

“Sit here.” Lino guided his legs onto foot rests and hoisted him onto the table like structure of the machine. “Lay down.” 

Nervous giggles built up in Jisung’s throat as he laid back into the mattress of the table, and he squeezed his eyes shut as Minho guided his arms to straps above his head. 

Once his arms and legs were strapped down completely, Minho switched it on. 

A voice immediately began to speak. “Scanning.” It scanned over the quokka’s body and asked a few questions. 

“Age? Height? Weight?” 

Minho answered all the questions and set up a safeword for Hannie, which the machine had him repeat 10 times to assure he knew the word. 

“Okay. What do you want it to do first?” Minho asked, and Hannie’s face flushed at the question. 

“Waist?” Jisung asked. It was a classic warmup for him. So perfectly torturous but somewhat tolerable at the same time. 

“Okay!” Minho imputed a few settings on the hand sized display.

One of the screens ahove Jisung’s body turned on, a large one minute timer set up. 

When it started to count down, hands were mechanically raised from the sides of the table, tapping twice against the area of Hannie’s waist before it began to vibrate in place. 

The fingers teasingly wiggled towards his sides, and Jisung’s body twitched in anticipation, his eyes squeezing shut. 

The second they reached the sides of his waist, Jisung began to cackle, the feeling of the vibrating rubber tickling oh so much into his skin. 

“OHOHO GOHOHOD IHIT TIHICKLES MOHORE THAN I THOUGHT IHIT WOULD!!” Jisung began to shriek as the fingers lifted the edge of his shirt up, slipping underneath and tickling him mercilessly. 

“NOHOHOHOHO!! IHIHITS REHEHEALLY BAHAHAD!!” 

“Try using the safe word.” Minho wanted to test the machine. 

He was pretty skeptical about trusting a machine with his lee tied up, so he wanted to make sure it would stop. 

“PEAHA—PEACHES!!” Jisung yelled, and the fingers quickly slipped out of his shirt and off of him. 

Minho breathed a sigh of relief. “Either way, the kill button’s there.” He pointed at the red button near Jisung’s hip. 

Jisung grinned as Minho unstrapped him from the machine, and he sat up and hugged the older warmly. “Best gift ever.” He mumbled, and Minho hugged him back with a smile; He knew what Hannie would like after all. 

Jisung groaned into his pillow, he really missed Minho and was honestly craving the older’s touch. 

Sure, he had gotten wrecked by Chan and Seungmin earlier, but nobody knew him as well as Minho did. 

Then Jisung had an idea. What about that machine? 

His lee mood killing him, Hannie headed into the room, shutting the door and locking it. 

He walked over to the display, and then saw something. 

Minho had saved a plan. Jisung quickly looked through it; It looked like a work in progress, but he didn’t seem to find anything wrong. 

He set the timer for five consecutive minutes, and then climbed onto the machine and slipped his hands through the straps. 

Once they had tightened and the machine tested him on his safeword, Jisung watched as not one, not two, but three pairs of hands emerged from the sides of the table. 

His eyes widened as suddenly, two hands slipped under his shirt, while one pair rested over his armpits, and the last one aimed for his sides. 

‘Wait. This wasn’t a part of the plan.’ Jisung thought, but he let it happen anyway. He trusted Minho and knew he would never hurt him on purpose. 

Suddenly, all the hands changed direction and began running up and down his sides, leaning Hannie howling with laughter and twisting on the table as the vibrating fingers tickled his bare sides senseless. 

The rest of the hands travelled back to their respective spots and began to dig in.

One hand suddenly spread oil over the boy’s sides, leaving him whimpering as the other hand spread it around his skin before tickling him again. 

“AGHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Jisung twisted on the table, finding himself immobile and unable to escape as the hands tickled his sides, armpits, and belly until he squealed in ticklish agony. 

They gave the same oil treatment to his underarms before scribbling over them with longish nails that certainly weren’t there before. 

Either way, they certainly pulled the loudest of laughter from the trapped boy beneath it. “NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!!” 

Hannie couldn’t remember if the oil was in Minho’s plan. He didn’t count on it. The older hated the feeling of the slippery oil and would never use it willingly unless Hannie had asked for it. He was sweet like that. 

The oil was beginning to melt slightly, only slicking up Hannie’s body more as more hands emerged and joined in at his thighs.  

That was what got him. “AHAHA!! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!! IHI CAHANT TAHAKE IHIT THEHERE!!” He pleaded, but the machine was ruthless in its torture, cold and unforgiving. 

Jisung regretted wearing shorts the second they were pushed up a little and his thighs had oil spread on them. ‘This machine really enjoys killing me, doesn’t it?’ 

Before he could get another thought out, more vibrating fingers prodded the area, and Jisung fell apart into more laughter. 

“IHI NEEHEHEED A BREAK!! PEHEHEA—PEHEHEACHES!! PLEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!” He screamed as the four pairs of hands ruthlessly tickled their respective spots until his brain turned to mush. 

But he wasn’t even able to get his safeword out correctly, laughter always interrupting him. 

Hannie began to thrash and scream as more hands emerged, spreading the dreaded oil on his now bare feet before using a rubber spiky glove to scrape up and down his trapped soles. 

“AAAAGHAHAHAHA!! NONONO FUHUHUHUHUCK STOHOHOHOP!! STOHOHOP PLEHEASE!! PEHEHEACHESSS OHOHO MYHY GAHAHAD!!” Hannie was pretty sure he sounded insane, screaming his head off as it became too much, quickly overwhelming him. 

Jisung tried to free his hands, actually managing to free them from the straps binding them and shooting his hand to the kill button near his hip. 

Two hands left his armpits to grab harshly at his wrists and yank them above Hannie’s head again.

“NOHOHOHOHO LEHEHET MEHE GO PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Jisung realized with horror that he couldn’t escape no matter what.

The timer was counting down. 3…2…1…

-1…? 

His eyes widened as he realized…wait. It was a trap. The machine had trapped him.

He thrashed with a harsh scream when the fingers returned to his underarms again, and he glanced upwards to notice another pair of hands. 

“NO-NO PLEASE NOT ANOTH-NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Hannie cried out, tears of joy and frustration rolling down his face, but he couldn’t help the wide smile of joy that didn’t allow him to cry. 

“PLEHEHEHEASE LEHET ME GOHOHOHOHOOOO!!” Jisung sobbed desperately as the tickles in every direction made his head spin.

Funny how ironic that was, considering Minho would usually cheer him up this way. 

“Hannie! I’m home!” Minho cheered, happiness overwhelming him at the prospect of being able to see his baby after such a long time. 

He walked to his room, but wasn’t able to find him, the only thing greeting him was an eerie silence. 

Nervous, Minho travelled around the house and even checked the other dorms, to find that Hannie was nowhere to be found. 

Until he noticed the room he had installed for him. Minho rolled his eyes as he thought of Jisung having such an unbearable lee mood that he had to go to the machine to relieve it. 

He tried to open the door, just to find it locked. That’s fine, he had a key. 

The second he opened the door, sounds of strained giggles wafted through the air, along with…sobbing? Minho slammed the door open and almost had the biggest whiplash of his life. 

The timer displayed numbers going into the negatives, -2:34:07. 

Multiple pairs of hands were holding Hannie’s whole body down, and Minho watched in horror as the younger twitched away from the hands that wouldn’t stop tickling him no matter how much Min could hear his broken pleas. 

He has basically became desensitized to the intense tickling, but he still cried and even squealed when a hand hit a sensitive spot.

Minho ran to the kill switch, yelping when another hand tried to grab his, and another tickled at his side suddenly, startling the hell of the older. 

“Wahait!! Whahat—AHAHAH!!” Minho suddenly screamed as a singular vibrating finger slipped into his v-line area on accident.

The hands tried their hardest to grab Minho and stop him from reaching the kill button. 

But he managed to hit it, shutting the whole thing down. The hands released Jisung and Minho’s wrists, and Hannie sobbed tears of relief as the timer display turned off. 

“H—Help me…” Jisung whimpered, twitching in place and curling up on himself.

Lino scooped the boy up in his arms, taking note of the slippery substance the boy was covered in, presumably oil? 

Hannie twitched in his arms, exhausted and still sobbing, and all Minho could think about was how stupid he was that he left Jisung alone with the thing without helping him, and  he didn’t anticipate the machine going rogue. 

‘I mean, it’s AI. What was I thinking?’

He set up a warm bath for Hannie as he laid on Minho’s bed, tired and exhausted. 

Minho picked him up, startling a loud scream from his throat, almost making the older drop him. “Shit, I’m sorry. Hannie, it’s me. It’s Minho hyung, yeah?”

Jisung finally gained the courage to open his eyes, and he visibly softened at the sight of him. 

“Hyung, weren’t you supposed to come tomorrow?” Jisung’s voice was exhausted from he constant screaming he had been doing.

“You’re lucky I decided to come early. My poor baby, three hours?” Minho asked. 

“I—I only put it for five minutes, I swear. I set it on one of the random plans you made, because I didn’t really know how to use the thing and I trusted you to be safe and—” Jisung began to cry again. “Hyung, I was so scared…w-when it didn’t let go…”

Minho cooed and wrapped his arms around the boy, rubbing his back gently and promising him he wouldn’t do anything like that again. 

“I-It wasn’t like you at all.” Jisung sobbed. “You know w-what’s good for me.” 

Minho sniffled a little, dropping his head so Jisung wouldn’t see. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Jisungie. It was all hyung’s fault, yeah? You didn’t do anything.” He suddenly began to feel really guilty. 

The two hugged warmly, Jisung still trembling lightly, and Minho treated him to a warm bath and soup, along with a trip to Hannie’s favorite bakery for his favorite cheesecake. 

All Hannie could say was that he definitely preferred his ler to the heartless machine. 

Hey, what happened to that machine?

“Hey…what’s this?” Hyunjin approached the machine, clicking a green button. 

His eyes widened when the screens turned on and hands grabbed at his sides.

I POSTED BOTH YALL BETTER FUCKIJG LOVE MEH :D

jk i know you guys love me so much BUT I EXPECT TO SEE REACTIONSSSS

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Since a title has been bestowed upon me, I feel it necessary to earn it properly.

Idk if you're familiar with the damsell in destress tie so: essentially it's a bondage tie that involves the arms and wrists being bound behind the back and the legs being tied either together like a mermaid's tail (albeit starting mid-thigh or knee rather than ahove the hip bone like in the actual mermaid tie) or have the legs tied individually ankle to thigh, second option is my personal preference because it keeps the legs spread rather than closed.

Anyway, DO YOU KNOW HOW HOT THAT WOULD BE WITH RAN?

Colour match the ropes, black and gold, nylon probably because it's shiny and soft and hnnnnggggggg he'd be so fucking PRETTY on display and helpless like that. With his hair open because I say so. What can he do? Nothing. Completely at someome else's mercy, for them to look or touch as much as they please.

That shit should be ILLEGAL he should be BANNED for all our sanity (but specifically mine.)

Amen.

-Ran rabies anon

Gods I am SWEATING- The amount of restraint that I would need to not ruin Ran immediately 😵‍💫

He's such a pretty boy anyways, but this? This is how you make him even prettier 💜

[regrettablemeasure]

ok well the artificer with a low strength managed to get an EIGHTEEN and wrench the main enemy’s focus out of her grasp for half the fight and the wizard froze her twice but also two party members went down momentarily and the other two were almost downed so i think that was decently fair a fight 👍

i am. not great at judging encounters when i build them even though i try VERY HARD to keep them balanced

but rn writing a finale encounter for act 1 of our game is me nervously hitting this button

[quitealotofsodapop]

In the slow boiled au, there actually was a plan between MK and Wukong when they went to confront DBK. Wukong hadn't just ahoved MK off the deep end. MK was meant to distract the Demon Bull Family while Wukong slipped in and either stole his staff back or sabotaged the mechs they were using in some way. Unfortunately, it doesn't work quite like that since in base Slow Boiled au Wukong is too exhausted from the flight over to move, gets caught by Pigsy, and promptly dragged away, and in the alternative, he gets caught by DBK.

Specifically, DBK caught sight of him as he was sneaking around, recognized him, and focused all his attention on catching the little rat that was his former brother before getting a lucky grab and snagging his scruff, forcing the king out of of hiding and into the open. Then, promptly freezes because that is a baby bump. Wukong has a baby bump! His little brother is pregnant!!

The rest of the plan kinda derails from there.

Referencing.

This is a good build up to how the Pilot fight turns out in the au!

Wukong explains to MK that the Staff can still answer to him, and thus if either he or MK gets close enough to DBK, the Staff will answer their summons. MK is a little unsure of this plan and agrees to "distract" DBK so that his memtor can sneak around for the Staff (note: MK promptly ignores this and goes with his original plan of jumping into he generator so his new memtor doesn't accidentally get smushed by giant bull hooves).

Wukong totally believes that he can still lift the Staff + use his cloud with abandon, but the Stone Egg says no. Even when earth-bound Wukong thinks that he could at least get close enough to summon his Staff back to him.

Then MK jumps in, scaring everyone (mentor included), and gives Wukong a mini-heart attack when he sees MK roll out as a big Stone Egg for a few seconds before revealing that he retrieved the Staff from DBK's generator. The chaos is what causes the debris that gets Wukong noticed/saved by Pigsy and by-proxy noticed by big bro DBK.

[enbysiriusblack]

im ahovering dying

i feel like ocdcream an dnit in a good way

hi! i did not understand a word so

take either this '👍🫶☺️' or this '👎😔😧', whichever fits more

[noona96n]

Don't you think it's funny cause actual canon gay characters in BL manga will say "I love you" but only the shounen bromance can spew out some of the most romantic shit akin to a 19th century poet writing a letter expressing his surpressed love for his lover 😭.....

i h8 to be that person but not everything has to be romantic. love itself isn't even always romantic. platonic love, hello? familial love, hi!

but i gotta say it bcs it's the truth and bcs im spreading the AroAce agenda lol

it's easy for us to connect any deep and meaningful feelings with romantic love bcs that type of love is the most visible and most ahoved-down-our-throat in our society.

that being said, fiction is open to multiple interpretations that are all equally valid. and im guilty of interpreting things in the romantic lights as well so go ham with ur rose-tinted romance glasses!

as for the ask itself, well, ppl have to get creative with expressing their love somehow, right? so, when they can't say ily explicitly, they go to great lengths to convey it just how one would make grand gestures and make big speeches to make sure their partners understand the magnitude if their love.

(best examples are chinese danmei/wuxia bl lol)

im unfamiliar with 19th century poets but, perhaps, brotherhood (& sisterhood) & camaraderie are sth we associated with the expression of hidden? angsty? depressed? unfulfilled? loves during that time that's why it reminds us of that era? or mb we associate the implicitly interpreted romance with the time. or mb just bcs their relationships remind us of the relationships of that era in general.

and I just realized i turned a fun ask into a too serious one... whoops