#also because i “wasnt struggling enough”

[vonbabbitt]

hiroaki too. i think this is the last one i have from pink

hiroaki loredrop tw for hiroaki things

HIROAKI!! hiroaki was born in tokyo, specifically in the shibuya area, so hes always been living in a very urbanized and busy environment. he was a fairly normal and actually surprisingly boring child, but also very independent and didnt rely on his parents for some of the more basic parts of his life like getting to school and taking care of his needs and such. his parents were fine and he got along with them fine for the most part but he wasnt super close with them or anything. mostly co-existent! regardless: growing up in shibuya meant that he was around a lot of very interesting fashion that he was completely fascinated with. he eventually got into the habit of bringing a notebook with him when he took the bus to school every day and doodling any particularly interesting outfits he saw. this eventually bled into designing his OWN unique outfits during class instead of paying attention!! BECAUSE…..

HIROAKI GREW UP WITH VERY UNCHECKED ADHD. he was a super flighty child and didnt really pay attention in class because he just couldnt focus that well, especially if the topic wasnt super interesting for him. he did a lot of drawing and a lot of socializing, so those are the two things he ended up developing the most skill in. that said, he would get in trouble a lot for not paying attention in class and his grades were not fantastic, which upset his parents and had them nagging him fairly constantly to study and have better grades and pay more attention etc. etc. when really they maybe should have just gotten their son tested. anyway hiroaki persists with his not paying attention and his parents persist with their being very disapproving of his academic career!

hiroakis parents are not particularly invested in hiroakis interests at this point. they dont really care about fashion or his designs or any of that and would really prefer he just focus on school, so they dont really get invested in anything else he does. hiroaki is used to this from them - him and his parents are just not the same types of people at all so he never really tries to click with them - but regardless he continues drawing CONSTANTLY. hes just pumping out designs 24/7 because he loves it and hes passionate about it and its one of the only things that can hold his focus for a super extended period of time.

when hiroaki hits age eleven he decides its time to start realizing this hobby a bit further and he learns how to properly make a pattern and sew! this opens a WHOLE NEW WORLD for him. it blows his mind that he can make his drawings real. so now instead of just drawing all the time, hes constantly doing odd jobs around his neighbourhood to get enough money to buy new supplies and continue making outfits for himself. nothing else really matters at this point because he is fully invested and having a blast. grades continue to slip and his parents are not jazzed about it! when he hits middle school, his parents get a bit stricter. he needs to study, he needs to bring his grades up, no exception, no argument. so he loses some of his free time privileges because his parents are doubling down hard on making him study. he is PISSED about this and it drives a bit of a rift between him and his parents. hiroaki is a kid with very big dreams!! he wants to go into fashion and see other people wearing the things he designs!! he wants to make people feel confident in themselves!! his parents want him to have a more standard career that he'll actually be able to rely on. it is a conflict of interest. regardless back to the point: hiroaki is focused on academics for the time being and he is NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT.

key point: hiroaki's academic problems are only due in part to his obsession with fashion. the other part is, again, he has very unchecked ADHD! so he struggles HARD in the standard school environment and by thirteen hes in serious serious desperation for something that can help him. he does not understand whats wrong but he knows that he needs to be fixed so he starts looking for solutions. eventually this leads him to falling in with a bad crowd who insist that he can self-medicate with opioids and itll calm him down. hes thirteen and hes stupid and theyre all stupid because they are kids. regardless, he starts taking pretty low-level opioids and sees some success! hiroakis addictive personality kicks in and by the time hes fourteen hes a full blown opioid addict. needs them to do literally anything at this point. his parents are aware and concerned but also his grades are turning around so theyre not really sure how to react.

the OTHER thing that happened when hiroaki turned fourteen: his designs started BLOWING UP. by this point hes posting things online and people are LIKING IT. they start wanting to buy and he starts going full steam ahead on production. now his grades are slipping back down. parents are mad again! tension between hiroaki and his parents continues to build and his relationship with them continues to be not great. he doesnt really care: hes been independent his entire life and its paying off, so why should be bother paying attention to them now? he goes full force on building his brand and it pays off - soon the novelty of a kid his age being as talented as he is starts carrying him UP. hes getting interviews, hes getting invited to events, hes big news. hiroaki, very socially aware but also kind of a loner, does not know what to do with all this newfound fame and falls in pretty deep with his vices. hes hanging out with cool and popular people that do not have his best interest in mind. hes smoking because he thinks it looks cool because hes fifteen. he’s down a bad path.

this bad path culminates in hiroakis drug addiction getting a LOT worse. hes gone from opioids to help with focus to heroin to help him not have a complete panic attack at the massive amount of social pressure on his shoulders. while hes making a shit ton of money pumping out designs, he’s losing money FAST because he is BLOWING it on drugs. his friends think he’s cool and his parents don’t really notice so this goes pretty much unchecked, if not actually encouraged! eventually he’s doing so much heroin on a daily basis that he is not getting anything else done and he has a bit of a mental health spiral from here. his life is gonna fall apart and he knows it and he’s terrified. but as always, he is hiroaki nakamigawa and he is a lone wolf and he can handle this on his own! except no he cant and while he eventually gets himself on a much lesser dosage rate and focuses himself on art again, he still has a serious addiction to opioids and heroin. he doesnt really see it as an issue anymore because its not super obvious to the outside world and its not preventing him from designing, so its probably fine! everything is good and fine! except everything is not good and fine. the good and fine things: he is rich, he is successful, he is famous, he is doing everything he loves and he is living big in tokyo. the not fine: he is extremely anxious, missing any real connection in his life, very depressed and addicted to drugs! he is also SIXTEEN YEARS OLD so this whole lifestyle is a massive massive amount of pressure. hes a bit of an asshole but in his shoes its somewhat unavoidable. hes a dumb kid.

so age seventeen: hiroaki on an island of his own. same as always. hes finally not in debt anymore but hes on and off drugs about 90% of the time and has no real relationship with his parents anymore. the only things he cares about are the things that can give him something in return: his fame, his work, his drugs, his shitty friends. he makes a few attempts to turn his personal life around but ultimately deems it unnecessary because hes popular and rich so what could he be upset about? at this point in his life it’s easier to just repress. so he does! and then the killing game starts

[pikhachu]

girls when their issues get dismissed as anxiety for the millionth time

[drifting-starlight]

🍷 Niichi's Bunny Girl Dance Moves🍷

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[dirt-str1der]

Theres no season 4 because theyre too scared to animate the canon gay couple. They know its going to change the dr stone mrm ecosystem forever

[squipdop]

sorry im a god gale truther btw i DO think he should get to usurp mystra and ascend to godhood and i do think that should be an absolutely awful thing to happen to him but also literally everyone else. sorry

[wifeguycyclonus]

Orion Pax is naive, he’s just not naive the way ppl seem to think he is

[pantestudines]

ultimately I think the worst thing is that all of my issues just seem to be, at the root of it, just kind of having a weird and somewhat bad personality? Like, I don't really have, to my knowledge, any specific trauma, illness, difference in ability, or deviation away from society's standards that explains why I struggle so much. I kinda just suck in a normal way.

[heyitslapis]

Even when I thought we had boundary of just friends, she confuses me.

I tell myself to ignore it. That it's just a game for her and that she really is just comfortable with me as a friend.

But we all went out Sunday night (you, me & Sam). You asked us again if Sam & I were still "not a thing." We both told you the truth (for like the 10th time): we're not a thing. There's no sort of situationship or anything like that. We're just friends.

**((also I fucked up one of my tags I meant to say that Alice told buddy boy that I threatened to kill *him* again, not that I threatened to kill her. He sounded really serious when he said "i promise v, im leaps and bounds better than anyone shes had before. I would never hurt her." I said "Oh, im sure. Its because thats who you are Ty. Thats what you and I do. We protect people." I'll be so honest yall i was crossfaded as fuck because i was running iff 3 hours sleep & literally no food almost the whole day leading up to our outing. NOT doing that again jfc))**

[chisungie]

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[alicentsgf]

working on the basis jackie and shaunas relationship has always been blatantly and very deliberately homoerotic and that they were both silently habouring feelings (which i do), i find the rabbit motif even more interesting.

its been said before but the rabbit motif isnt so much representative of jackie as it is representative of the false version of jackie. her own parents didnt know her, her teammates didnt, even shauna didnt fully know her, etc, but thats not by accident, jackie simply didnt make herself easy to know. the girl looks miserable every time we see her alone in the pilot, but she pulls on a mask for others. for jeff. for shauna. we see her seemingly have a crisis over sleeping with her boyfriend and then she gets in the car with her best friend and buries it all, not letting shauna know shes struggling. starts talking about losing her virginity to him like its no big deal, like its what she wants, when its pretty obvious to both shauna and us as the audience that it isnt.

we later find out from the meat shed conversations that shauna knew about jackie's struggles. deep down she knew, even though they didnt discuss it, she saw jackie was lying about her relationship. but shauna has never been a good communicator and also perhaps was too afraid of upsetting/losing jackie to have an honest conversation with her. and if shauna knew that jackie was hiding things from her, obviously that causes resentment in someone like shauna. shes irrational, reacts to percieved rejection in unhealthy ways, and this is her best friend whos lying to her. something shauna sees as a form of rejection.

the first act of violence we see from shauna in the show is her adult self killing the rabbit. it cuts to this directly after we see her sleeping with jeff in the teen timeline and i dont think its as simple as parralleling two acts against jackie. like maybe its foreshadowing jackies death, aka that shauna sleeping with jeff will ultimately lead to it, but given that we've been shown time and time again how rabbits are mistakenly attributed to jackie, it could be something else instead. if the rabbit is representative of jackies perfect, manicured facade, then having sex with jeff and killing the rabbit are one and the same. shauna gains control. she takes all the power out of jackie's facade by sleeping with jeff. ruining the perfect lie. which makes her actual objective clear —

she hates the fake exterior jackie maintained. her adult self literally murders it. she is desperate for jackie to be truthful with her. to confess. be open and vulnerable. and as if that desire wasnt homoerotically charged enough, their entire conversation about jeff later in season 1 furthers it; jackie saying she should have said i love you back the day before they left, saying she shouldnt have made "him" wait, saying she just wanted it to be perfect, all fits within the circumstances of jackie and shaunas relationship as well. jackie didnt say i love you back thay day, she did make shauna wait (for jackie to be honest with her), she was too fixated on some perfect ideal to share her true feelings with shauna. i think its relevant that another big way the rabbit motif resurfaces is as a mask that melissa wears. like... a literal mask. worn when she tries to kill shauna and cant because she does love shauna, despite how badly she doesnt want to.

and for me the conversation about jeff, jackies struggles, everything about jackies character, if we put it all together, hardly makes any sense at all without accepting that jackie was in love with shauna. like yes it can be explained away, because of course it can, but does any of it actually add to the story? why was it included? if jackie wasnt, there is no obvious reason for the focus on it. why do we see her express her worry that she'll die and someone else will be jeffs first? just so we can see shauna feel guilty? the framing of the scene makes it so obvious this is about far more than that. and then jackie does die and someone else is shaunas first.

shauna is the only one who knew jackie didnt like rabbits. aka shauna was the only one who even came close to knowing the real jackie. but one thing jackie would always put up a facade for with shauna was when she'd talk about jeff. she didnt love him, barely even liked him, and shauna knows that. we see her confusion when jackie says she should have said i love you back.

shauna killing the rabbit then becomes very specifically about her killing that lie. the jeff lie. just like her having sex with him is. she wants control, she wants honesty, she wants an "i love you". she wants the lie jackie was telling her dead, but she also EATS it. she consumes it. accepts it. makes it part of her. never actually confronts jackie on it. eating the rabbit, making her family secretly eat it, as a metaphor for both her and them accepting the lie that their family is based on. a marriage she got into out of "guilt and shame" because she was in love with her best friend and her best friend loved her back and on some subconcious level shauna has always known that and cant face it, didnt dare make jackie face it either. i think any true conscious realisation of it would kill shauna. it honestly might be what eventually kills her. or rather, it might be what she has to face at the end. because if we're talking about things coming "full circle", as things often do in this show, then shaunas story would have to end with jackie and the secrets they kept from each other in that car in the pilot.

[bladria]

Pairings: Togame, Kotoha, Suo, Nirei, Umemiya, Chika, Endo, Haruka x fem reader (separate) Warnings: its smut, visual links, grinding, kneading, p n v, toy use, marking mentioned, bj, boobjob, semi public. Notes: all characters are aged up I fear this is self explanatory. there are some bonus ones at the bottom that I came across that I think would fit characters and pairings :) some chars have more links than others - it tired my best to find links that fit with.

How Togame just comes over to you while you’re bent over picking something up and just slaps your ass so hard you’re almost tumbling over. Togame loves when you look over your shoulder at him in shock afterwards. He loves to just cup and grab and knead at your ass. He can’t help himself, its so grounding for him in so many ways. It’s so bouncy and he just can’t help the feeling of how full it is in his hand he really can’t help himself. Especially when you’re bouncing on his cock and the skin to skin contact drives him mad. Togame also can’t keep his hands to himself ever. You'll find him running his hands over your thighs, over your chest kneading and tweaking at your nipples. Togame has called them his fidget toys and helps him keep calm when he's overtired. however he is not riddled with tiredness and just wanted to feel your hardened buds against his hands. 

How Kotoha will spend hours between your legs, eating you out, having came more than once already on his tongue, having lost count. Begging for her to stop as you can't take anymore. But she's so drunk on your pussy and how your thighs muffled the sounds of your moans and cries she can't get enough of it. Her hands are always on your thighs, having your back against her chest. Loving the way your back felt against her breasts as she pressed the vibrator harder against your clit, hand pressed against your thighs keeping your legs spread open. Kotoha loves how they tremble under her grasp, how soft they are when she rubs her hands over them. How they jiggle with each step you take. 

Now, Suo.. he loves when there's extra plush to hold when he fucks you. he loves watching your tits bounce as you struggle to ride him, begging for him to take over because your thighs hurt and can't do anymore. Although he always says you can keep going. He might let you have a break. He just cant get enough of your expressions and the tears that prick at your pretty eyes. He will just reach out and twist your sensitive nubs pulling you closer as he takes one in his mouth before he starts thrusting into you, you said you wanted a break after all. He wants his thighs covered in your slick, Suo won't be satisfied until you have to change the sheets from how soaked they are and you're on the verge of passing out. 

Nirei at the end of the day is a virgin at best. He wants you in so many different ways when he first saw you naked, he almost came untouched. Just feeling your boobs brush against him through his shirt he's hard. He couldn't help himself. The amount of times he was alone looking at the pictures you've sent him filled his phone. Having to palm himself to feel just a bit of relief. It doesn't last long as his shirt fills the space between his teeth, sweat droplets forming on his forehead as he pumps his cock in his hand. Eyes straining on his phone. It doesn't matter where he is, what time it is, he's just hard. He's so sweet, and even went as far as trying to figure out things he would like. and will use your tits to get himself off when the two of you finally cross that bridge. Each thrust as you hold your tits together and sucking and licking on his oh so sensitive tip has his knees buckling before he can even finish. The best part, he wasnt allowed to touch you either~ 

Umemiya loves you, and your ass. Walking around the house in nothing but his t-shirt and seeing the teasing glances of your cheeks poking out gets him every single time. Itching to dig his fingertips in the plush. Sometimes replays the video he has of it Thinking about it nearly sends him over the edge every time. He curses himself out when he thinks about you in public, always begging you on the phone, locked in the bathroom to send him something as it was your fault after all that his cock was straining so much in his pants. Heaving pants that he desperately tried to conceal but anyone that were to come into the bathroom would know exactly what he was up to. He was sure going to send the videos to you too just as a reminder. Umemiya was always sure to tell you that if you didn't hurry up that he could get caught and that you would have to take care of his little problem when he got home, and wouldn't that seem like a good time? Not when he had to go all the way home, achingly hard and flustered. Or maybe it is actually a really good time. 

Chika on one hand loves to leave marks all over your body, but his favorite place to leave them is on your thighs. He will spend hours just teasing your body, leaving bite marks and kisses telling you how beautiful you are. Fingers deep inside your cunt making sure you're fully prepped and ready for his cock. He will trail down your body inch by inch but he will spend most of his time on your thighs, giving them the attention they deserve. Grabbing at them, biting where you're most sensitive, tugging on his hair trying to lead him where you want him most just for him to go right back to your thighs. Chika hears your whimpers and cries for him to do something, even if it's just a kitten lick, the throbbing almost becoming unbearable. Needy years collecting along your lash line, Grabbing at his forearms, it doesn't go unnoticed. He's just not done yet. 

Endo is going to be sure that your hair is done, he doesn't care how much it costs. Your nails will always be done to perfection. Sending him a picture of your fresh set as you did every single time, he couldn't wait for you to get back. Head thrown back as your hand worked his cock, throaty groans leave his parted lips. His eyes strained on your pretty dainty hands, Fuck he loved them. Seeing how big he was in your hand made his head fuzzy. Dumping his load, grunts filling the air although he knew how you would get carried away, still pumping his now sensitive dick. He couldn't stop you, he wouldn't even. Not when your hands were coated in a milky white and you seemed to be having such a good time toying with him. 

Haruka loves every single thing about you, but the one thing that can’t compare to anyone else no matter the size or beauty. Haruka loved your eyes, your nose, your laugh and even the way you ranted and raved about your shitty day. However, the one thing he seems to be yearning for the most is the way you smell. Nobody has the same scent as you. He wasn't sure if it was the combination of products or what, but nobody could ever be you. He loves to nuzzle his nose against your neck as his tongue drags up the column of your throat. Worshipping your body before he does anything. The way your fingertips tugged at his soft strands. Soft grunts leaving his lips in quick breaths, sinking his cock deep inside your warm gummy walls. Feeling how you suck him in so deliciously, it made his knees buckle and shake every single time. He is such a sensitive man after all. He could have your sweatshirt or even used panties pressed to his nose as he ruts into his pillow that never felt the same as your cunt. You ruined him, and he was just fine with that.

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Bonus links! Chika & Endo Haruka & Suo Nirei Kotoha Suo Haruka Togame

[i-dared-myself]

Avoidance of Spiraling

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by @lynni3x: wanted to see if you could do reader had struggled with depression? Maybe it went away and something that staff mentioned triggered it, like saying she wasnt gokd enough but then one of the members over hear it and comfort her, slong with everyone else,

You wipe your forehead off on a towel, glad to have practise finally over. It’s been gruelling lately, with times going far into the night. Chan tries to not overwork the group, but it can’t be helped sometimes.

You see Felix and Seungmin in the corner, giggling about something stupid probably. You’re happy that they’re still enjoying themselves.

You, on the other hand, have always found the long nights tiring. On your body of course, but also on your mind. 

You need your moments of rest to remain in the right headspace. The relaxing times to yourself, or lighthearted times with the other members always help you. When you don’t get your spare time, it has a major impact on your mental health.

You’ve been okay so far, making it through the recent comeback with no issues depression wise, but there’s always the worry in the back of your mind. What if you go spiralling? What if what little free time gets taken away?

Changbin bumps elbows with you, nudging you gently. “What’s up? You have a look on your face.”

You shake your head. “I’m fine. Are we done yet?”

“Yeah,” he answers, uncapping his water bottle. “You tired?”

You roll your shoulders out. “And sore. Very sore.”

“You could always ask Chan for a massage,” Changbin says, gaze flicking over to said leader. “He’s always happy to please.”

You hum at the thought, slipping your jacket on. “Maybe. Are you heading home now?”

“Yeah,” Changbin replies. He squeezes your shoulder, smiling softly at you. “You can sit on my lap and sleep when we get home.”

Car rides always made you sleepy, and being on Changbin’s lap after made your rest even deeper. There was nothing quite like a cuddle nap.

You grin excitedly. “I’ll take you up on that.”

“If I don’t get there first!” Jisung jokes, smiling broadly. He giggles to himself when Changbin flashes him an irritated look.

“Meet you in the van,” Changbin mutters to you as he wanders off. Jisung follows close behind, bickering with Hyunjin about something.

You reach for your phone on the table, glancing up at a staff member. She has silky hair and a grimace directed at you.

“Uh, hi,” you awkwardly say to her.

She forces a smile. “Should I tell the driver to wait for you or to go home now, because…”

“Because what?” You stand up straighter, shifting between feet.

“Because you need the extra practise,” she says, voice cold. “Did you not know that?”

You swallow thickly. “Excuse me?”

She flicks some hair over her shoulder. “You’re not as smooth as them. You’re not as fluid.”

You blink and stare down at the floor. You need to fix this. If you stay two more hours tonight, you can practise. Then you’ll get at least five hours of sleep before up for tomorrow.

You would be giving up your time, but it’s okay. If you need to extra work you can push through.

“So what do you want me tell the driver?” she impatiently asks.

You chew the tip of your finger nervously. “Uh- I- I’m staying. I’ll be practising more.”

Jeongin clears his throat, his usual bright smile weak. “Um, no?”

“What?” You turn to face him, eyebrows shooting up. It’s not often that he puts himself into these situations.

“You should come home.” Jeongin fidgets, avoiding eye contact with the staff member. “You don’t need the extra practise.”

There’s something tightening in your chest. It’s reminiscent of affection, but there’s too much whirling in your head to fully comprehend the implications.

“You’re great, and some people are just difficult,” he pleasantly says. He holds his hand out for you to take. “Now let’s go home.”

You feel nauseous. “But what if I’m not good enough? What if I need the extra practise and it’ll take away my spare time and I won’t relax and-“

“Listen,” Jeongin softly says, breaking through your spiral. “You’re okay. You’ll still get your time to yourself. Just breathe.”

You sniffle and nod, wiping at your eyes. “But what if-“

“None of that,” Jeongin scolds, not harshly, but sharp enough to draw you from your panicking state. “Let’s go home. I promise you that you’re doing great.”

You take a shuddering breath and clasp his hand with yours. He tugs you along with him, swinging your arms wildly. It elicits a small laugh from you, which causes his eyes to scrunch up on joy.

The others are aware of your depression, and what triggers it, but it’s always nice to know that they remember. That they remember what can help you through these moments before it leads to depression.

Jeongin’s squeezes your hand, dragging you from your thoughts. “Looking forward to sleeping on Changbin?”

You flash him a look that you hope expresses how grateful you are for him. “Yes. I might even drool on him.”

He laughs. “You’re lucky he’s not Hyunjin.”

The van is in sight now, the door open for you. Your hand is only released once you’re in your seat, and Jeongin leans down to buckle you in.

“I’ve got it,” you say, but you let him do it.

He pats your thigh as he pulls away, settling into his seat. “Chan, a staff member was mean to her.”

“Who was it?” Minho’s eyes glint darkly and he shifts in his seat. “Was it that guy who was staring at your legs? Because I noticed him.”

“What? No.” You shake your head and relax into your seat. “It really doesn’t matter.”

“Want a massage later?” Chan calls from the driver’s seat. “I heard that you’re sore.”

You grin excitedly. “Yes please.”

Seungmin gazes out the window. “It’s not too late to turn around and beat someone up.”

“We if you could take someone in a fight,” Hyunjin scoffs. 

“What, like you can?” Felix’s lips lift into a mocking smile. “I’ve seen you cry because you stubbed your toe.”

Hyunjin crosses his arms. “You don’t know.”

“I think we all know,” Chan remarks. “But it’s okay, Hyunjin. We love you anyways.”

You let your head drift to Jisung’s shoulder. “I believe in you, Hyunjin. You could do it.”

They all start arguing about who would be the best in a fight. You don’t say anything else, because you know it would be you. 

Then you arrive at the dorms, and Hyunjin’s fingers are laced with yours. He insists it’s because he doesn’t want you tripping, but you feel his thumb moving in circles on your skin.

You change into your pyjamas, finding Jisung outside your room. He wordlessly holds out a Quokka for you, and you clutch it to your chest.

“Hurry up!” Changbin yells from somewhere. “We have a shitty drama to watch!”

You and Jisung sprint into the living room, met with the scene of the members spread out across the room. Practically every spot is taken, so you settle into Changbin’s lap.

You make it about halfway through an episode of some amnesia based show before almost falling asleep. You have the best pillow of all and the most comforting friends, even though you’re aware that Minho is gone.

You jerk back into full consciousness. “Where Minho?”

“I’m not sure…” Felix frowns. “He left a couple minutes ago I think.”

Seungmin stands up and stretches. “I’ll find a shovel.”

Chan’s eyebrows pull together in confusion. “Why? Why do we need a shovel?”

“Oh, poor, stupid Chan.” Seungmin sighs and clicks his tongue. “Put two and two together.”

Chan narrows his eyes. “Watch your tongue- Oh. Oh no.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Is our yard big enough for a body without hitting a waterline when we dig?”

“I’ll check the blueprints.” Jisung gets to his feet with a weary sigh.

“Hey, maybe he just went out for cupcakes,” Jeongin argues. “You don’t know for certain that he’s going to kill someone.”

“I’ll give you my entire bank account if he walks in here with cupcakes,” Seungmin seriously says. 

“Okay, we’ll see then.” Jeongin lifts his chin.

Minho did not return with cupcakes. He also didn’t come back with a body.

Instead, he puts his cat on your lap with a warning to not make her unhappy.

And you melt into a pile of goo at the cute kitty, and also how much you cared for them all and how much they care for you.

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@velvetmoonlght @jinnie-ret @hansmic @imeverycliche

[inbabylontheywept]

xc lends itself to stories well because it has all the weird overlapping insanities of group dynamics and hypoxia and Male Bonding and definitely a little bit of masochism.

and for my second xc story in like a week, we used to do this run down to the local public pool in the summers of hs because the temp was like, 110-115. fucking bastard heat. and this one girl had The Audacity to wear this extremely normal and fine two piece swimsuit that showed approximately a half inch of waist and a bellybutton. this of course was a mortal insult to one particular group of mormons who were so scandalized that they talked to the coach who in turn talked to the group about how Someone Wore a Two Piece Swimsuit and it made Some People very uncomfortable and that the dress code was now one piece swimsuits. and of course the poor girl was absolutely mortified.

now, the varsity were actually really good people in general, but one of them, who i shall name RJ, was just awesome. that sonofabitch could run like a 14:00 5k, but he still had this big ol potbelly, and he was the only person i knew who didnt get nauseous after running. the absolute brainfuck of running in the 110 degree heat along the canals, just struggling to breathe, and then getting smoked by this potbelled toothpick eating a bag of flaming hot cheetoes is just hard to understate. hed go up into the stands during track and buy hotdogs. just a legend. fuck that guy, but you know, in the way where im really just jealous of him.

anyway, RJ took genuine offense to this girl being called out for her totally normal swimsuit so when the next public pool run came around he showed up in a speedo. and it was the xc hivemind thing, where we all knew if we could just, somehow, keep the coach from noticing this guy until we actually pulled out and started running down the block, we were golden. so me and a bunch of other guys gathered around him like the secret service, and we did our stretches, got ready and left, and then RJ, being the beautiful majestic man muffin that he is, popped his shirt off, ran directly to the front of the mormon group, and proceeded to give himself the most brutal wedgie i can describe. practically stretched the speedo over his shoulders. you couldnt get a clearer vision of this mans ass with the hubble telescope.

so the mormon group tried to pass him, which was like stupid of them - nobody passed RJ unless they were willing to piss blood. they tried, they tried so hard to get around him and avoid the blaring eyewatering burn of this mans ghost white ass, but it didnt work, so they tried slowing down which is also something RJ could do indefinitely so eventaully they just kind of gave up and tried not to notice the extremely noticable hairy white butt camped in front of them for the entire three mile run to the pool.

the coach did notice about halfway through the run, but by then there wasnt much he could do. we argued very eloquently between panting and coughing and generally suffering that a speedo is, in fact, a one piece swimsuit, and thus the letter of the law had been fulfilled. id say, i dunno, maybe a hundred of us argued the case.

surprisingly, there was no follow up conversation banning speedos. RJs disapproval of the ban wouldve been enough, but the speedo underlined it in red a few times and at the next run to the pool, several other girls wore tankinis and nobody said shit.

(RJ told me if they had, the next run to the pool wouldve just been him winnie-the-poohing it, and i almost dont doubt it.)

[birdburrito]

I have been a huge Harry Potter Fan in my Childhood. Harry Potter was the first book i enjoyed reading. I won a reading contest in my school witha part of the first Harry Potter book. I wanted to become an author in fourth grade because of the books. I wrote my own fantasy story based on the books and i loved pottermore when it first came out. I can emphasize with the Harry Potter Fans who dont want to let go of the series because it means so much to them like it meant so much to me as a child. Often in online debates people get very defensive. Short snappy comments are better for the algorithms and its easier to hate people who still like Harry Potter despite knowing what J K Rowling political stance is on many issues. But I believe you cant convince anyone by just attacking them so here are some general thoughts from me on losing something you used to really really like. Im german and in Germany we have some very old children stories called Struwwelpeter. They seem very cruel to modern readers. A boy for example gets his thumbs cut off because he keeps sucking them. As a child these stories were very disturbing to me. Later i learnt that this story for example was written in a time where children often would die because they would get diseases from sucking there thumbs. Medicine was not evolved enough to save these children and the concept to keep children save by scaring them seemed like a good idea. The fairytales, a lot of people only know the disney version of, many of them also have a more cruel ending for similar reasons. Why am I bringing this up? Context matters to a story. Harry Potter wasnt a perfect story that got ruined by Rowlings tweets in the last few years there are many bigoted ideas in Harry Potter from the beginning. Also just because you liked something as a child it doesnt mean it was very good media. Lets talk about behaviour therapy shall we. The whole idea of behaviour therapy is that you can become a happier person if you change your behaviour (very simplified). The process of that however means a lot of times, that first you are going to be struggling or unhappier then before. Change is never comfortable. Humans love to stay in there behaviour patterns they know and new things are scary. But in the end behaviour therapy does work! If you get over your discomfort you will develop healthier coping mechanisms for example and you will get better. Now back to Harry Potter. Yes it is uncomfortable and sad to admit something you love isnt as good as you thought it was. Yes it can also feel embarassing to admit you were wrong. But to change is to grow. It might sound over dramatic talking about a children book series like this, but giving J K Rowling more money does cause real harm for people (especially trans people) in the real world. Also my concern is if you cant let go of a book you really like how far will it go? What about a person you admired that turns out to be bad for you? What about a political party? Its not nice to be wrong but its something we all have to learn to live with and its ok. You will be fine. This post is specifically about harry potter fans that are not transphobic, terfs or agree in any other way with Rowlings political views ofc Here are some youtube videos about things being wrong in the original Harry Potter series:

(you can also search harry potter bad on youtube for many many more videos)

[snaxle]

I WILL BE OPENING EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS WITHIN THE WEEK

i know majority of the people following me do not follow me for art purposes and so im probably speaking to a brick wall, but if anyone has seen my posts regarding my financial problems and my tablet breaking the other day, i need money.

tldr, the state just took away nearly $1000 worth of income my family makes per month, which is the money we used to pay our rent. more in depth information below the cut

the state just kicked my brother off of SSI, and now we are out of $900 a month (another brother was ALSO kicked off of SSI a few months earlier as well, and as such for the past year my family has been struggling. at the time this wasnt bad enough prior that i felt the need to talk about it, so i never mentioned it). this $900 helped pay for the rent on our house, and without it we are going to be absolutely screwed. not only that, my brothers are all getting kicked off their insurance within the next two months and will probably not be able to get their medication anymore nor go to their monthly doctors appointments anymore because my mom will not be able to afford it (the reason for their medication is not super serious whatsoever, but will affect them badly in the long run if they arent able to take it.) my mom is going to be trying to find a job asap, but she is also disabled and for months now she has been putting in job application after application with no luck whatsoever.

we get no food stamps because the state sees that i live at home and assume that i make enough to afford food for everyone in my house, and the local food pantry quite frankly sucks and often gives out of date food with bugs in it, so we only go for emergencies.

I NEED TO BE ABLE TO SAVE MONEY IN ORDER TO GET MY DRIVERS LICENSE AND GET A CAR. this is a priority. i cannot get anywhere where i live without a vehicle, and my mom has to drive me around. once i get a car, i will be trying to get a second job so i can drive myself, and will then be working on trying to move out in hopes that if i leave my mom is able to get her income back. i CANNOT move out right now, due to the fact that i dont make enough money to afford my own place and i also walk to work everyday. these will not be happening anytime soon unfortunately, but most of the money i save per month was going towards being able to afford a car and a cheap apartment in the near future.

if you saw my post the other day regarding my tablet breaking and me wanting to purchase another one, i will not be buying a new one unless absolutely necessary. my current tablet works enough duct taped up for now. if i make any money from commissions, i will be putting it towards at the very least affording to pay for all my animals necessities, so i can focus on using all the money i make for my family. if you are aware of my ongoing medical problems, i will not be seeking out medical attention for my heart problem for the time being, considering the fact that i do not have insurance and i think any money i would pay for appointments would be better spent elsewhere. i would rather my family can keep a roof over their heads.

i will share the prices i think will be good in a bit, and i am really sorry if theyre expensive. if you read all this, thank you from the bottom of my heart. i will get them set up as soon as i can.

[woniiez]

𝙏𝙄𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 S.mg

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. song mingi x fem!reader

𝗦𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮/teaser. You always thought of Mingi as nothing more than the spoiled son of a wealthy CEO. He was the kind of guy you’d hear about in the tabloids, always caught in the middle of some scandal, some drunken night out, or some rumored fling with the next “it” girl. His last name alone commanded respect, but it also made him untouchable in your eyes. He was everything you despised about people with too much money—arrogant, entitled, and far too used to getting whatever he wanted.

For you, the Song family was just another name tied to wealth and power. Your own father was a successful businessman, a man who’d built an empire from the ground up. But there was a difference between your family and his, your family had always struggled to maintain what they had, keeping the balance between status and reality. The Songs, on the other hand, seemed to live in a world that operated on a completely different set of rules—one that never knew struggle.

It wasn’t that you hated Mingi, per se. You just couldn’t stand the way he moved through life with no real sense of accountability. His arrogance was like a cloud surrounding him, blocking out everything. Every time he spoke, you could feel the cockiness in his tone, the way he knew his words would hold weight because of who he was. It made you want to roll your eyes.

And yet, in some strange part of you, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on you sometimes. It wasnt anything serious, but in those moments, you saw the softness beneath his ego and arrogance the vulnerability he hid behind the confidence. You could see it when you both stood in the same room, but neither of you ever addressed it. Instead, whenever you were forced to interact it would be like a cat fight.

It was easy, then, to pretend he didn’t matter when your families were never really close. You had different friend groups, different circles. And when you had to endure forced family gatherings, he’d always disappear into the background, a silent figure in the corner, looking as uncomfortable as you felt.

But that all changed the day your father came home with a grim look on his face, news that would change your life forever.

Your father sat you down, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. His hands were clenched around the glass of water in front of him, his eyes looked tired, worn down. You’d never seen him like this before. Your father was always in control, always the one with the answers. But today, his voice was weaker than usual as he spoke, and you realized, something was seriously wrong.

“Sweetheart,” he began, his tone soft but firm, “the company… it’s in trouble.”

Your stomach dropped. You didn’t need to hear more. You knew what this meant. Your father’s empire,the business that had been the backbone of your family for years, was facing bankruptcy. But you would never expect the next words that came out of his mouth.

“Your mother and I have spoken to Mr. Song,” he continued. “We’ve come to an agreement.”

“What agreement?”

The words that he forced out sounded like they were being pulled from deep inside your father, something he was going to hate saying, but knew he had no choice. “You’re going to marry Mingi.”

|| 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁. series

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲. arranged marriage!

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. will be updated for every chapter.

𝙏𝙖𝙜���𝙞𝙨𝙩. (Open! Comment below if you wanna be added) @minkioswoo @yunhogrippers @hee-yunie @juicy-red @bee-gremlin @memorabxlia @yizhou-time @hoonsungs @in3pti0n

(hii I’m back. This took me really long to plan and then write, I’m not sure why I decided to make a series since I started writing just this year but I really love reading the series other people write and post and I haven’t read something with this genre (series) on mingi so I just started writing and saw it going somewhere so ig that’s how it came to be. I did take help from a few friends to improve the writing since I don’t have an extensive vocabulary so it’s better to read. Also i just wanna say that this is a 100x better than my first fic cause this took forever to write with making sure the paragraph formation was put together, vocab, and planning out the whole story line to make sure the first chapter would flow well with the others. I really hope you like this!)

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭.𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲