#and I have dated and been friends with lots of people who do

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Ok my current web as of rn

Sandra Lynn Faeth: Divorced from Gilear Faeth, married to Jawbone O’Shaughnessey with at least one adopted child (maybe 2 at some point in the future if they adopt Kristen), has one bio kid with Gorthalax which happened while she was with Gilear and she also got the Kalinavirus from him while with Jawbone, at one point was interested in Sklonda Gukgak (and got with her in an alternate timeline I think), had a one night stand with Garthy O’Brien while basically chaperoning her daughters spring break adventure trip in sophomore year

Gilear Faeth: Divorced from Sandra Lynn Faeth, married to Hallariel Seacaster with one child on the way, was at one point shot to death by the dead Bill Seacaster for sleeping with his wife and then immediately resurrected and accepted as one of the family, also at some point tried to get with Sklonda Gukgak before deciding “she’s too much woman for me to handle” (also his unborn child is nemeses with his stepson but that’s unrelated), carries a generational curse that somehow transferred to his nonbiological daughter

Hallariel Seacaster: Married to Gilear Faeth with a kid on the way, widowed from Bill Seacaster local insane man who she has a child with

Sklonda Gukgak: widowed from Pok Gukgak with whom she has one child, dating Gorthalax the insatiable the 10 ft tall pit fiend who is the mother of one of her sons friends and also the coach of his sons schools bloodrush team, has been pursued by Gilear Faeth, was at some point interested in Sandra Lynn Faeth who she got together with in an alternate timeline

Pok Gukgak: deceased husband of Sklonda Gukgak, headcanoned (no proof I can see as far as canon goes) to be interested in Bill Seacaster local insane man

Bill Seacaster local insane man: deceased husband of Hallariel Seacaster with whom he has a child with, shot his ex wife’s (is that the right term for when you die and your wife continues living?) new husband Gilear Faeth instantly killing him and then immediately welcoming him into the family once he was resurrected, headcanoned to be interested in Pok Gukgak, also has had an undetermined amount of children with other women across the seas mainly in leviathan (exact number unknown but probably a lot) who mostly got eaten by a mindflayer with a vendetta (also. Like probably slept with Garthy at some point right)

Jawbone O’Shaughnessey: Married to Sandra Lynn Faeth with whom he has one adopted child and one stepchild, usually polyamorous but agreed to be monogamous for his wife (who proceeded to have an affair), for sure slept with Garthy O’Brien at some point before meeting Sandra Lynn, otherwise we have no fucking clue what he was up to before that (but like given his general habits and their general habits it’s safe to assumed he at some long slept with the Thistlesprings right)

Digby and Wilma Thistlespring: Included together because we don’t know any names of people they been with but we do know they are absolute sex machines and swingers (see Jawbones note for more info)

Gorthalax the insatiable: has one bio child with Sandra Lynn Faeth through an affair while she was with Gilear Faeth, his job is literally tempting people to show their worst sides which often includes sleeping with them, currently dating Sklonda Gukgak, gets along way too well with the husband of the mother of his child

The Abernant parents: One is dead one is being chased in a nightmare forest by a van with hands that’s all we need to know about them

The Applebees parents: Fully in a cult they’re probably up to some freaky shit on the side but as far as we’re shown perfectly normal monogamous suburban fam (besides the yknow cult stuff)

I think that’s all of the canon and semicanon/headcanon stuff

I love how instead of the Bad Kids getting into a tangled mess of relationships it’s their parents who are all dating each other

[aimfor-theheart]

write the ex gf vi mini skirt fanfic request and my life is YOURS

ANON YOUR LIFE IS MINE!!

wc: 1.9k bro what the hell

tags: i imagine this as a grad school au or a modern/non fantasy au. reader is femme/wears a skirt and is called 'princess'.

cw: suggestive. ex-girlfriend!vi but you're both still really into each other lol.

***

the night is young and blue. you feel good—buzzing with a little excitement and confidence. the top you’re wearing clings to you in all the ways you love, fits right where you like it to, and your skirt is cropped all short with a little ruffled edge.

its sweet. coy. flirty.

you’re out with friends at some late night joint where the food is fried and the drinks are cold. the group is rather big—over spilling from one booth into the other where people come and go, flitting from one group to the other to chat and joke around. you're all around the pool table, where you and mel have started a game of pool against jayce and viktor.

you’re having a good night despite the fact that your ex-girlfriend is here.

vi is nursing a beer, lingering beside her sister—who keeps flitting around to socialize—and ekko. they're vaguely watching your game of pool.

unfortunately, the disadvantage of dating someone in your close group of friends, is that when you split up, she’s still at every event and night out.

you both said you’d play nice tonight.

and you have been. you haven’t snipped at each other. you haven’t ignored each other, either, but tonight—

you're feeling a little bold. looking for a little trouble (much to the frustration of all of your collective friends. ekko had promised he'd keep vi on a tight leash tonight but, well, that's no fun.

you're testing your luck.)

and maybe your skirt is getting a little short.

a peek of lacy panties never hurt anyone.

(maybe except for jayce, who regards you with sibling-like affection, and whose mortified when you bend over the edge of the pool table to line up the shot. your panties, dark beneath your skirt, peak out. his eyes go skyward. viktor snickers and mel pats his arm.)

you and mel are beating jayce and viktor in your game of pool. occasionally, ekko is ribbing the guys for losing. you watch as the balls clink together, rolling around, before coming to a gradual stop. it's your turn again.

"tough luck." vi says, "winning streak may be over, princess."

ekko elbows her for the petname.

it is a tough shot. it's a bad angle.

you give her this little sneer, but it's toothless—doesn't actually have a lot bite. "you forgetting i always kicked your ass in pool?"

"and who taught you how to play?" she says, quick and easy with it. she's grinning a little, too, and you're careful not to look at her too much. your heart still stutters a little despite it.

you huff and roll your eyes and respond with a bratty little, "jinx taught me better than you."

and then you take position at the end of the table, setting your hips against the wood and leaning forward on top of it, pool stick in hand as you line up the shot. and leaned over the table like this, your top low—cleavage spilling out against the felt green, you glance up at vi.

she's eyeing you dark and hungry, watching you through the thick bend of her lashes.

you swallow, focus back on the game.

you aim, pull back, and—

the white ball cracks against the wall and then against the midnight blue one, sending it careening into a nearby pocket.

you bounce up as everyone audibly reacts around you—mel cheering, jayce and viktor in awe. ekko laughing. jinx shouts in surprise. and vi curses a little.

“you see that?” you ask her, smile curling at your lips.

she takes a sip of her beer, “i saw it, hotshot. let’s see if you can do it again.”

“just makin’ sure your eyes were on the game.” you quip back and ekko coughs a little into his drink. you turn away from vi, before you can see the look on her face, but you can feel her eyes on you. burning.

you bite back a grin.

you set yourself up to take the next shot; there's only one ball left until you and mel can sink the eight ball. you press your hips into the pool table again and slowly lower yourself onto it.

behind you, you can almost feel vi's gaze, dark and heavy. your skirt rides up, revealing a peek of your panties—

black and surprisingly delicate, the lacy pattern intricate. and vi should know there's a little bow on the front of them.

she knows because she got them for you.

(something yawns open inside of vi, cavernous and wanting; a little wild and hungry. she thinks about coming up behind you, thinks about pulling your skirt down a little so no one else gets a peek, or plastering herself all over your back.

she thinks about bending you over the pool table and—)

you sink this ball into the pocket, too, on fire.

you bounce up, cheering, as the guys start to groan. ekko says, "that's a wrap, guys."

you miss the eight ball shot, but mel, on her next turn, easily ends the game. jayce and viktor owe you both another round of drinks.

and soon after, you're sipping on a mixed drink, too sweet and too strong. cloying. it sits on the back of your tongue.

you excuse yourself to the bathroom at some point when the liquor is hitting you a little more and you're flushed with warmth, giggly from your friends. and as you're drying your hands in the bathroom, alone, giving yourself a cursory check in the mirror, you hear the door open.

you pick your gaze up and in the mirror, you catch vi's eyes.

your stomach flips, a butterfly of nerves taking off inside you.

as she approaches, her form dark and broad—shrouding yours in the glass reflection as she nears, you turn over your shoulder to say, "what are you doing, vi?"

she cages you in against the sink, thick arms on either side of you. you feel the hard press of her belt, cold and metal, against the soft give of your body. your back is almost pressed to her chest. in the mirror, you watch her tongue swipe across her teeth. you trace the shape of her around your form—your own face, lips a little parted in surprise. hair tousled. the dark look in her eyes as she takes you in, too, takes in your reflection.

she smells familiar; soft, worn leather and amber. she feels familiar, too, having her around you again.

in the mirror, you catch her eyes.

your breath hitches a little and you force yourself to turn in her arms, to face her. you tip your chin up in that haughty little way that she used to love or hate. her eyes are hooded when you say, "vi—you can't be cornering me like this. we're not together anymore."

(it's a little coy around the edges. you play innocent well.)

you feel her knuckles against your thigh before you realize she's taken the edge of your skirt between finger and thumb. she rubs at the fabric a little, admiring it. her fingers are just underneath your skirt, just barely against your skin there. your head swims—you blame it on the drinks you had.

"then why are you wearing the underwear i bought you? that little, lacy black pair?"

you feel warmth hit your face, despite it all. you try to bite back, "and how would you know?

"think i wouldn't notice?" she asks, soft and husky, eyes clashing with yours, "hard to believe—the way you're acting in this little skirt, bending over in front of me, letting it ride up." you feel the back of her hand brush against your thigh. testing. trying.

"i don't know what you're talking about." you try to turn your nose up at her, looking away, but her other hand suddenly grabs your face. a little rough. a gasp is torn from you, even as she squeezes your lips into a little pout. you shudder as she presses into you harder. a little meaner. you fuss and squirm, trying to twist away, but she squeezes a little tighter.

bares down on you like a bad dog with a little bird in her mouth. pins you in place.

(vi rarely uses her strength on you, so much so that sometimes you forget—sometimes you're a little startled with the sudden flex of her muscles.

is the room spinning? heat swarms your face, your neck—down to your chest, hiccuping a little with breath. desire is a sharp, bright flicker inside you.)

"you know, if we were still dating, i wouldn't have let you prance around like this all night." vi says lowly and she's—she's got some sort of smile lurking in the corner of her mouth.

(a sort of wild amusement, watching you. watching your eyes blow wide and dark with lust, despite the way you try to fight her.)

"we're not—" you try to get out.

"i know," she says and it's almost just a hiss, a growl around the edges, her head dipping to your jaw, the corner of your throat. she angles your head away to give her room, to hold you in place. her lips don't connect with your neck, but your pulse jumps like she does, jumps like you want her to. "and ain't that a shame? i would've taken care of you already—pushed aside the panties i gave you and—"

the door to the bathroom suddenly shoves open.

in an instant, vi is gone, almost like she was never there in the first place. your chest heaves a little, warmth sitting high in your face as you grip the sink still, leaning against it. vi is a casual distance away now, leaning against the wall near the sinks, like she's waiting for you. like you were just talking. you have to take her in—the slight flush in her face, the fever-bright burst of her blue eyes, to know that she was affected at all.

someone else walks in, none the wiser. they head into a stall.

"you comin' home with me tonight?" vi asks, gaze searing, despite the way she keeps her voice casual. to anyone else, it might sound like a friend asking.

"vi—" you warn, as you finally gather your bearings enough to head towards the door. out of the bathroom. she's on your heels.

as you exit, and walk back towards your friends, she drops her hand to the back of your skirt. she tugs it down a little, so it sits lower on your thighs. you try to swat her away, but she catches your wrist, twists it a little to press it to your lower back. it doesn't really hurt—but you hiss and whine about it.

"let me go." you bite out.

her hand, wrapped tight around your wrist, falls away and you almost miss it. for a moment, she lingers near the edges of your skirt, around the curve of your thigh, before slipping away entirely.

she grins, slow and lopsided—sharp at the edges. and you'd know that smile anywhere on her; know how it tastes, how it feels against your thighs, or along the bend of your shoulder.

know it means trouble.

all you'd been looking for all night—in the bend of her smile.

"yeah, you're comin' home with me tonight, princess."

[herbertten]

therapuss!

summary: justin agrees to be on his girlfriend’s best friend’s podcast

word count: 1.1k

When Jake suggested having Justin on his podcast Therapuss, Y/N honestly thought her boyfriend would politely decline. To her surprise, he was all for it. She’d always thought they had a cute older brother-younger brother dynamic, and she couldn’t wait for the world to see a new side of him.

But when the time came to film the episode, Justin was a bundle of nerves, frantically searching for the right outfit. He didn’t want to be overdressed, but definitely didn’t want to show up looking underdressed either. Y/N couldn’t help but smile as he ran in and out of his closet, holding up different options every few minutes. She’d tell him he looked fine in whatever he was wearing, but Justin was never satisfied, always finding something wrong.

After about twenty minutes of this, he threw in the towel and begged Y/N to choose for him. She giggled, planted a quick kiss on his lips, and headed to the closet. She picked out a dark green Nike sweatshirt, khaki shorts, and a black Nike hat.

“This was one of the first things I tried on,” Justin said, grabbing the outfit from her.

“It looked fine—just like half the stuff you tried on,” she said, flopping back on the bed. Justin plopped down beside her, looking like he was about to explode with nerves. He started talking about how anxious he was for the podcast. He knew Jake wouldn’t ask anything invasive, but he still worried he might say or do something that would rub people the wrong way.

Y/N reassured him that he had nothing to worry about—it was just a conversation, like any other. He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before putting on the outfit she had picked out for him.

“Hi Pussies, and welcome back to Therapuss! Today, I’m so excited to have the only NFL player I know, Los Angeles Chargers quarterback Justin Herbert!” Jake introduced as everyone in the studio clapped. Justin waved at the camera with his signature dorky smile. “Okay, Justin, before we get to know you, I wanna know—what are you therapissed about today?”

“Therapissed?” Justin repeated, trying to think of something that had frustrated him. “I’ve got one. It takes a lot to upset me, but my biggest pet peeve is when people leave their shopping carts anywhere but the cart return. Y/N and I went to the store today, and the parking lot was packed. We thought we’d found the perfect spot, but as I pulled into it—boom!—there’s a cart right in the way.” Jake giggled as Justin continued. “The worst part? The cart return was right across from the spot.”

Jake nodded, chuckling. “I think I’ve only seen you truly upset once, and I’ve known you for about a year.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty chill, but when it comes to my family, I can lose it. Like, commentators can say whatever they want about me—I really don’t care. The NFL is tough, and it’s not easy. But when Y/N and I started dating, it felt like everyone’s focus was on her, and it was just frustrating.”

Jake smirked. “I actually wanted to talk to you about that. You’ve got this ‘I’m just a chill guy’ vibe, so it’s funny to see you get those little bursts of frustration—especially in games or in the media. Like, remember that game in Vegas this year? Y/N brought me, and we were sitting above the field, and I still heard you shout, ‘What are you waiting for?’ That was scary.”

“Yeah, well, that’s football for you,” Justin shrugged, trying to act casual. “I’m nothing like that off the field.”

The conversation flowed easily from there. Jake asked about Justin’s growing up in Eugene, his time at the University of Oregon, and how he’d probably have been a doctor if football hadn’t worked out. Y/N was excited to see her boyfriend open up, especially with the cameras rolling.

“I remember how obsessive Y/N was about you when you first started dating,” Jake laughed, glancing at Y/N, who buried her face in her hands. “When you became a TCL partner, she’d see those TV boxes everywhere, and it was her mission to take a picture with every single one.”

“I’m so lucky to have her,” Justin said, grinning.

“Okay, I’m gonna throw up,” Jake joked, putting his hand over his heart.

“Every time I look at her, I just wonder how every person who’s had the chance to meet her hasn’t fallen for her, even just a little bit.”

Justin smiled at Y/N, who returned his look. She knew how much he loved her. He showed it in every way he could, but it never stopped making her heart skip a beat.

“You two are the worst,” Jake sighed, shaking his head. “I genuinely hate you two so much.”

“Jake, we’ve had this conversation before,” Justin teased. “I’m totally ready to put you on one of those dating shows. Love Island would be perfect for you.”

The podcast wrapped up about 20 minutes later, and Jake and Justin filmed a few promotional videos and took some photos for social media before everyone headed out for lunch. The vibe was light and easy—lunch was more like a hangout than anything else. The podcast crew was small, and they were all good friends of Y/N and Jake, so it felt more like a family gathering than a work event.

Once it was time to go home, Y/N and Justin dropped Jake off at his place. The entire drive there, the trio sang along to their favorite songs,as if they were on an episode of Carpool Karaoke.

“Thanks so much, Mom and Dad!” Jake teased as he got out of the car. He gave Justin their signature handshake, the one that Y/N still had no idea when or how they’d come up with it, but she loved every time they did it. “Justin, thanks for coming on the pod. I can’t wait for it to come out!”

Y/N laughed, watching them. “You two are ridiculous.”

Jake turned to her with a grin. “And thank you for letting me ‘borrow your boyfriend’ for an hour,” he said, throwing her a wink.

“Anytime,” she replied with a teasing smile.

Once Jake was out of the car and waving goodbye, Y/N and Justin headed home. The whole way, Y/N couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. “Thanks for doing that,” she said, glancing over at Justin.

“Of course. I’d take any chance to talk about you for an hour,” he replied with a grin, his fingers intertwining with hers as he kissed the back of her hand. She squeezed his hand, smiling even more. “You’re such a dork”

“I mean it,” Justin said, his tone sincere. “You’re my favorite topic.”

Y/N's heart fluttered, and she leaned her head on his shoulder as they drove, feeling completely at peace

[butterflywithsass]

If anyone ever tries to argue that it’s not possible to separate art from an artist, I tell them the story of how I learned what “gay” meant.

I learned about gay people probably way later than most people because sexuality of any kind wasn’t really talked about in my family.

I was a big fan of Harry Potter as a kid and so when there were people making a fuss online about Dumbledore being gay I decided to figure out what the word meant by using a dictionary. It told me that a person was ‘gay’ if they felt sexual or romantic attraction to people of the same sex.

My immediate reaction was, “wait that’s it?”

I kinda confused about why people were reacting so weirdly. Mostly, I just felt weird about the idea of that old man being linked to anything sexual (keep in mind I was eleven) so my immediate protest was “but he’s old…”

Anyway, I learned a lot about gay people in the next few years. I grew out of Harry Potter a bit and found out my own Grampa was gay. That “friend” of his he lived with? … yeah… they got married.

My understanding of queer identities grew as I got older and started reading more. Then I came across Good Omens. At that point I was old enough to see queer subtext on my own.

Now, after having attended arts school, dated people of both genders and had friends who have moved every which way on the gender spectrum, only to find out the makers of two of my favorite and most influential stories are actually terrible people, I sort of feel a small sense of triumph.

Even if it wasn’t their intention, they helped me open my eyes to new ways of living and loving. And even if I am the only person who has been affected in such a way (I know that I’m not) then their creation has put something good out into the world.

Their creations do not belong to them. And now they get the punishment of watching their stories work against them.

Jk Rowling made me an ally

Neil gaimen helped me accept my own sexuality

I’m not saying this out of gratitude or any sort of sympathy. I hope they rot in this knowledge.

[postmoderntongues]

Why would I be disgusted with myself? 14 year olds have brains with empathy and decision making centers so underdeveloped that they cant do life in prison or be diagnosed cluster B. Why would I be ashamed of acting like a dopamine-seeker with impaired empathy if neurologically that is literally what I was. First of all as a survivor it wasnt healthy but made it less painful to joke about the subject so carelessly because it made what happened to me feel less devastatingly serious.

I don't think it was weird and creepy in a lot of ways, I think it was a social phenomenon to cope with our adolescent phobia of SA by trying to make associations with it less serious and de-fang the word.

I genuinely misread where it mentioned an adult subject which completely changes everything but for some reason i thought this post was addressing the behavior of 9-14 year old boys. Honestly me and the other trans guys (most of whom i later found out were fellow survivors) in my teens were probably the worst about throwing that word around. It was a joke that sticking your finger in somebody's navel for more than 7 seconds was rape so kids in my junior high used to playfully poke each other in the navel, count to 7, and then laugh "i raped you!"

Of the 3 most clear cut violent forceful rapes of my life, I was cracking jokes when i found my friends again every single time. I was bragging that "Ben's cute roommate liked me so much he gave me free roofies" in the cab ride home from the party where i was drugged with GHB and assaulted in the woods on the parameter and then robbed (which i was the most mad about of all the bullshit). When Luna saved me from Paul and literally broke up a forcible rape that it was not looking like I was going to win, i joked about it the whole walk back and called him a "fag" and made fun of his short dick and then joked about it with her mom who gave me a bottle of alcohol and a giant plate of weed infused mango and I remember it as having been a funny incident. After my assault the summer after 12th grade the next day I, not wanting to admit i was potentially no longer a virgin, i told my best friend he "rape-kissed" me and broke up with the boy I was dating but in reality he forced himself on me numerous times and i continued to see him because he convinced me he was just so in love and couldnt help himself and I was being an immature prude when i found out he was doing it to my mf girlfriend and then i still remember making those jokes but like i did not around her and did not allow people to make them around her.

In oldweb raised scene kid culture it was literally just a swear word. People would use it in place of saying "i want him to f me" theyd say "i want him to r me" like i think something about the hyperbole of the violence made it feel almost safer for young teens still ashamed of the concept of sexuality to say. A lot of things that are rightfully considered unacceptable slurs were openly and unashamedly used all the time within that subculture because part of the bit you were committing to was to be performatively edgy and shocking.

And not to make myself ancient but this was pre-normalized free internet porn. This was right when you stopped needing a credit card for all porn websites. We talked like that from watching exploitation horror movies and torrenting extreme cinema, my male peers grew up trying to glimpse static-obscured shape-distorted thigh or maybe the concept of the idea of a nipple on cinemax and flipping through decade-old deteriorating sun-bleached water damaged playboys in the tree house their older brother bult before their father left their mother for his secretary. These were little boys getting off to katy Perry videos and Megan Fox's scenes in Transformers and the Lady Marmalade music video, I wasn't exposed to actual flesh and blood internet porn until i was in 10th or 11th grade and neither were most of my peers. A lot of my peers were not virgins when they were first exposed to online porn. Also, even when online pron did become popular, it was NOTHING like the minefield of paraphelia that ti is today. It was naked people. There is a good chance most of it was simulated because penetration shots didn't become a popular thing until like 09. It was a lot of softcore and kissing and cheesy music and fireplace light on a bearskin rug. The fucked up shit you find on the front page of a porn site today would have still been behind a paywall in my teens.

Also I don't perceive it as "edgy" or "cool" because Im a grown-ass woman. Im saying boys in early adolescence who are boundary testing and often react to deep discomfort with machismo and offensive humor find it edgy and cool. Being shocking is one of those early dominance/masculinity contests that little boys partake in. As an adolescent transboy being included in this kind of language felt validating and induced gender euphoria just like red road and punch-for-punch and mercy and wall-ball pelting and wrestling and watching gore and telling dead baby jokes. Im not saying it is socially acceptable or doesn't need to be corrected when observed, Im saying it is developmentally appropriate in the age group that i mistakenly thought we were discussing.

I haaaaaate how porn-rotted men's brains are. You can't even have a normal conversation with most guys these days- especially Gen Z. Almost every word you say to these guys, they'll find a way to make it sexual. Seriously. With no context.

For example- I was telling a male I know about one of my friends who managed to convince an owner of a local bakery to give her one of his popular recipes. ALL I said was, "He wouldn't give her X (most popular recipe) so her gave her the Y." Of course... "that sounds weird!! hahahahaha! He gave her the Y."

Or when you mention the word "stuck" they follow it with something about step-brothers (absolutely vile). God forbid you say the word "size" in reference to anything!

...But noooooo, obviously, porn has no effect on the brain! It totally doesn't make men sexualize every single woman they see IRL.

[mattsobvimyfav]

Different (Matthew Sturniolo)

When Y/N starts college, she's eager for a fresh start and new opportunities. Assigned a partner for a lab, she meets Matthew Sturniolo, who seems charming and capable at first glance. But as their partnership progresses, Y/N begins to uncover unsettling truths about Matthew's character, throwing her college journey entirely off.

part 1

My first day of college. I clutched my backpack a little tighter, scanning the lecture hall for an inconspicuous seat. Not too far in the back where the slackers sat, and definitely not in the front where the overachievers made themselves a target. The middle. Perfectly neutral.

Sliding into an empty seat, I exhaled slowly and set my things on the desk. Around me, students chatted in low voices or stared at their phones. A few looked as nervous as I felt, their shoulders stiff and eyes darting around.

The professor, a woman with glasses perched at the edge of her nose, stepped up to the podium. Her name, "Dr. Landry," was scrawled in large, looping letters across the whiteboard. She adjusted the microphone and began taking attendance, her voice cutting through the low hum of conversation.

Names were called out one by one. Most people responded with a simple "here" or a raised hand. When she got to me, I sat up a little straighter.

"Y/N L/N?" she called.

Before I could reply, a boy sitting in the row in front of me turned around. "Y/N?" he said, his eyebrows raised like he couldn’t believe his luck.

I blinked, caught off guard. "Yeah?"

He grinned, his blue eyes lighting up with recognition. "I’m Matt. Chris’s brother."

It took me a second to process that. Chris… as in Charlie’s new boyfriend? My best friend Charlie had only been dating Chris for a month, and I’d barely exchanged more than a polite “Hi” and “Nice to meet you” with him.

"Oh," I said, surprised. "Hi, Matt."

His grin widened. "Yeah, I thought it was you. I always see you on Charlie’s Snapchat."

I felt a flush creep up my neck. Of course Charlie was posting me all over her Snapchat. She loved documenting everything, and I was usually the victim.

"That makes sense," I said, trying to keep my tone casual. "Small world, huh?"

"Totally," he said, leaning slightly over the back of his chair. "Chris mentioned you a couple of times, too. Says you’re cool."

I snorted. "Chris barely knows me."

Matt shrugged. "Guess you made a good impression."

Before I could think of a reply, Dr. Landry cleared her throat, giving Matt a pointed look. He turned back around in his seat, mouthing, "We’ll talk later," as he did. I gave him a half-smile and looked down at my notebook, suddenly hyper-aware of my surroundings.

"Alright," Dr. Landry said, scanning the room with a no-nonsense expression. "Let’s get started. This is English 101, and we’re diving straight in. No fluff, no icebreakers. I hope you’re ready to analyze literature, because that’s what we’ll be doing for the next sixteen weeks."

The room fell silent, the weight of her words settling over us. I flipped open my notebook and clicked my pen, trying to focus. But my mind kept drifting back to Matt and the unexpected connection to Charlie and Chris.

The sound of chairs scraping against the floor and backpacks zipping up signaled the end of class. I exhaled, relieved to have survived my first college lecture without embarrassing myself. 

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!”

I turned to see Matt weaving through the desks toward me, his backpack slung casually over one shoulder. His easy smile was still firmly in place.

“Hey,” I said, adjusting my bag strap. “What’s up?”

“Figured we should compare schedules,” he said. “Chris told me you’re taking a lot of general ed classes, so we might have more together.”

“Sure,” I replied, pulling my schedule out of my bag. “Here.”

Matt unfolded his own schedule and held it up next to mine. His eyes scanned the paper, and a grin spread across his face.

“Statistics at 11:00 and Biology at 1:30,” he said, tapping the paper. “Looks like I’ll see you around.”

I laughed lightly. “What are the odds?”

“Pretty good at a community college,” he said with a shrug. “Not a huge pool of students to pull from. Staying close to family, too?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t want to move too far away. My dad wasn’t ready for an empty nest just yet.”

“Same here,” he said. “Plus, it’s cheaper, and I’ve got younger siblings who need me around sometimes.”

“Makes sense,” I said. “So, stats is next, right?”

“Yep,” Matt said, folding his schedule and tucking it back into his pocket. “Let’s walk together. I’m terrible at finding rooms in this place.”

We headed out of the lecture hall and into the maze of hallways. The building wasn’t massive, but it was easy to get turned around with all the identical hallways. As we walked, Matt made easy conversation, asking me about my high school and why I chose my major. It was nice—comfortable, even—and I found myself relaxing more than I expected to on my first day.

By the time we reached the stats classroom, the seats were already filling up. We slid into a pair of desks near the middle, and Matt pulled out his notebook, flipping to a fresh page.

“So… what’s your game plan for surviving college?” he asked, leaning back slightly in his chair.

I smirked. “Stay organized, don’t procrastinate, and drink a lot of alcohol. You?”

“Pretty much the same, but I’ll probably procrastinate anyway,” he admitted with a laugh.

The professor walked in then, cutting our conversation short. As he started writing equations on the board, I couldn’t help but feel a little more optimistic about this whole college thing. Having someone like Matt around might just make it all a little easier.

The final class of the day finished up, signaling the end of my first day. I slung my backpack over one shoulder and followed the flow of students out of the building. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the parking lot as Matt and I stepped outside, the crisp air refreshing after a full day indoors.

Matt fell into step beside me. “You parked out this way?”

I nodded. “Yeah, lot C. You?”

“Same,” he said.

We walked together, chatting about the day—how stats had already thrown us both off and how biology felt like it was going to be a marathon. The conversation flowed easily, making the short walk to the parking lot feel even shorter.

When we reached my car, I paused and turned to him. “Well, it was nice to meet you. See you tomorrow?”

“Definitely,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Oh, before you go, what’s your Snapchat? Makes it easier to stay in touch about homework and stuff.”

I gave him my username, and my phone buzzed a moment later with a notification. “Got it,” I said, smiling.

“Cool. Drive safe, Y/N.”

“You too, Matt.”

As he walked away, I climbed into my car, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat. The drive home was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you think too much. When I pulled into the driveway, the stillness of the house confirmed what I already knew. Dad was on another work trip, and the house felt emptier than ever without him.

I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bag by the couch, making a mental note to start dinner soon. But before I could dwell too long on the silence, my phone buzzed. A Snapchat notification from Matt.

Matt: “Hey, you get started on that stats homework yet?”

I smiled faintly, snapping a quick reply: “Not yet, just got home. You?”

The reply came almost instantly. 

Matt: “Same. Let me know if you need help. I’m not great at stats, but two heads are better than one, right?”

“Will do,” I replied, adding a thumbs-up emoji.

The next morning, my alarm buzzed sharply, dragging me out of a restless sleep. I groaned, rolling over to check my phone. 7:15 AM. Too early, but I had to get up if I wanted to make it to class on time. Stretching, I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom.

After a quick shower, I stared at my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. The weather app said it would be warm, so I settled on a pair of high-waisted jean shorts and a plain white cropped top. Simple and comfortable. I slipped on my white Converse, and grabbed my bag.

Before heading out, I decided to call Charlie. We’d talked the night before and figured out that we had psychology together today. She’d offered to drive since her car had better AC than mine, and I wasn’t about to argue with that.

The phone rang a couple of times before she picked up. “Hey, you ready?”

“Yeah,” I said, grabbing my keys. “I’ll meet you outside in five.”

“Perfect. See you soon.”

I hung up and headed out the door. The morning air was already warming up, and the sun felt good on my skin. As I reached the curb, I spotted a car pulling up—Chris’s car. I frowned. I thought it was just going to be Charlie and me. The passenger door swung open, and there was Charlie, waving at me with her signature grin.

“Get in hoe!” she called.

I hesitated, noticing Chris in the driver’s seat and Matt sitting in the back. My stomach did a little flip. “Oh, uh, hey,” I said as I climbed into the back beside Matt.

“Morning,” Matt said, his voice warm and casual. He had his backpack slung on the seat beside him.

“Didn’t know you guys were coming,” I said, glancing at Charlie.

She shrugged. Chris gave me a quick nod in the rearview mirror. “Hope you don’t mind the extra company.”

“Not at all,” I said, though the unexpected change threw me off a little.

The car ride started out normal enough. We talked about how the first day went and laughed about how intimidating some of the professors seemed. A few minutes into the drive, though, Matt pulled a blunt out of his pocket and held it up with a grin.

“Morning pick-me-up?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at Chris.

Chris chuckled. “Fuck yeah. Pass it up here.”

Matt lit the blunt, the sharp smell of weed quickly filling the car. He took a hit, exhaled out the window, and handed it to Chris, who did the same. Then it went to Charlie.

Charlie glanced at me, holding it between her fingers. “You want a hit? No pressure if you don’t.”

I hesitated. It wasn’t that I was against it—I’d smoked with Charlie multiple times before—but I wasn’t exactly a regular. Still, with Matt sitting right there, casually leaning back and watching the rotation, I felt a sudden urge to not seem out of place.

“Sure,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Charlie handed it to me with a cheer. “Yay!”

I took a small hit, coughing slightly as the smoke hit my lungs. Matt chuckled beside me, clearly amused.

“First hit of the day always gets you,” he said, taking the blunt back when I passed it to him.

I nodded, trying to keep my composure. The car was filled with laughter and light banter as the blunt made its way around a couple more times. By the time we pulled into the campus parking lot, I was feeling the familiar light buzz and a sense of ease that made the earlier tension melt away.

Charlie turned to me as we got out of the car. “You good?” she asked, her tone light but a little concerned.

“I’m fine,” I said, smiling. “Let’s just get to class.”

We all walked toward the building together.

The classroom was already half full when we arrived, the hum of conversation filling the air. I slid into a seat near the middle, with Charlie and Chris to my left and Matt settling in on my right. 

As class started, I realized just how high I was. Not in a panicked way—I wasn’t tweaking or anything—but everything felt slowed down, like my thoughts were moving through molasses. The professor’s voice seemed to echo in my ears, and the words on the slides looked almost too crisp. I felt fine, just… very high.

I glanced to my left, where Charlie and Chris were whispering about something. To my right, Matt was scribbling in his notebook, his brow furrowed in concentration. I was sandwiched between my best friend and this new, intriguing guy, and for a moment, I felt completely content.

But then I zoned out. The professor was talking about cognitive biases or something, and my mind drifted to the patterns on the walls, the rhythm of a fan spinning lazily overhead. I was so lost in my own head that I didn’t even notice Matt leaning toward me until I felt his hand gently rest on my knee.

“Hey, you good?” he asked, his voice low so only I could hear.

I blinked, snapping out of my trance. His eyes were warm and a little amused, and I realized he must have noticed how out of it I was.

“Yeah,” I whispered back, giving him a sheepish smile. “Just… extremely high. And kind of starving.”

Matt grinned, his hand lingering for just a second longer before he pulled it away. “Don’t worry. After class, breakfast is on me. My treat.”

The promise of food made me perk up a little, and I nodded. “You’re a lifesaver.”

He chuckled softly and went back to his notes, leaving me to try and refocus on the lecture. 

As soon as the professor finished, I watched the students around me scramble to pack up their things. I wasn’t in any rush, though. I let my bag sit beside me as I took a moment to just breathe, the weight of the morning still lingering in my head. My mind felt like it was wrapped in a fog.

I glanced over at Charlie and Chris. She was slowly packing her stuff, her fingers moving a little slower than usual. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. I felt the same way. We’d both overdone it this morning, and now the class had just dragged on with us trying to focus through the haze.

Matt and Chris were already up, talking quietly as they gathered their things. The two of them seemed eager to get outside.

Charlie nudged me gently, and I looked over at hey. “You good?” she asked quietly, almost like she was afraid my head might float away any second.

I nodded slowly. “Yeah, just... still high as shit.”

Charlie smirked. “Same. I swear, I feel like I could float out of here.”

I chuckled, standing up from my desk and slinging my bag over my shoulder. “Let’s get out of here before I do.”

The four of us shuffled out into the hallway, the chill air hitting my face the moment the door swung open. Matt and Chris were already outside, leaning against the brick wall of the building. Of course, they’d probably been waiting for a while to light up, and it didn’t take long for Matt to pull out a cigarette, offering it to Chris first.

“You in?” Matt asked, holding it up. I watched the two of them, already lighting their smokes without waiting for me to answer.

I exchanged a glance with Charlie. Neither of us seemed interested in joining them. 

Charlie shrugged, giving a little smile. “Not today,” she said, looking back at me.

I shook my head. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Matt raised an eyebrow at us. “What’s up with you two? Not feeling it?”

I leaned back against the wall, eyes half-closed as I stared up at the sky. “Just not big on cigarettes, sorry,” I said, and Charlie nodded in agreement.

Chris laughed from where he stood. “Suit yourselves.” He took a deep drag and let out a cloud of smoke, the usual careless grin on his face.

It didn’t take them long to finish their cigarettes, and soon enough, we were piled into Chris’s car. The drive was a blur of passing streets and the hum of the engine, but I wasn’t really paying attention to any of it. My head was still somewhere between the clouds, floating and drifting, and I was content with it for the moment.

We pulled into the diner’s parking lot. It smelled like greasy bacon and fresh coffee. The warmth of the diner wrapped around me, grounding me just a little more.

Charlie slid into the booth beside me while Matt and Chris took the other side and the waitress approached us.

“The usual?” The waitress asked, flashing a smile that was almost too practiced.

“Yep,” Matt said with a grin, already pushing his menu aside like he didn’t need to look at it. Chris nodding too.

Charlie looked at me. “I guess they come here often?” She said more as asked.

I nodded, “Can I just have a ham and cheese omelet please?”

Charlie ordered. “Eggs, scrambled and a side of bacon please.”

The waitress disappeared, and for a moment, it was just the four of us, relaxed in the soft hum of the diner. I let out a slow breath and sank into the booth. I didn’t have to think too hard about anything here.

Matt and Chris started talking about something, I let the conversation wash over me. I wasn’t really paying attention, not in any deep way. The words were just there, floating in the background of my mind.

“I swear, Matt’s the only person I know who can get sunburned on a cloudy day,” Chris said, chuckling to himself.

Matt scowled, but there was no real heat behind it. “It was just two hours! And it wasn’t even that sunny. Who needs sunscreen on a cloudy day?”

Charlie raised an eyebrow. “Two hours in the sun and you still managed to get burned? Impressive.”

I smirked, finally pulling myself out of my haze long enough to join in. “Sounds like a skill, honestly. You should be proud.”

Matt gave us a mock glare. “Very funny.”

The waitress came back quickly with our food, steaming plates of eggs, bacon, and pancakes. I dove in immediately, the nostalgia of the omelet me and my dad used to get washing over me. 

We all ate in a comfortable silence for a while, occasionally exchanging a joke or comment. It didn’t matter. 

Eventually, the plates were empty, and we all leaned back, feeling full and satisfied. Charlie stretched and yawned, glancing out the window. “That hit the spot,” she said, rubbing her eyes.

Matt nodded, pulling out his phone. “We should do this more often,” he said. 

I agreed. “Definitely.”

Matt paid the bill as promised and we piled back into Chris’s car.

The drive back from breakfast was peaceful. The streets passed by in a blur, The high was starting to fade, but it wasn’t gone yet. 

Chris dropped Matt off at their house first, Matt claiming he had something important to do. I watched the scenery change as we neared my neighborhood, the trees lining the road looking almost surreal in their simplicity. It was still early, the sky brightening as the sun climbed higher, but everything felt slow.

As Chris pulled up to my house, Charlie looked over at me with a mischievous grin. "You cool if I stay at your place for a bit? I’m not ready to go home just yet."

I smiled at her, grateful for the company. “Yeah, of course. I’m still trying to come down from earlier, so it'll be nice to just hang out for a while.”

We said our goodbyes to Chris and piled out. Charlie followed me up to the front porch, her steps light and almost bouncy as she skipped along behind me. It wasn’t hard to tell that she was still buzzing, her energy in stark contrast to my sluggish pace. I fumbled with my keys, finally unlocking the door and letting us both inside.

Once we were inside, Charlie sank into the armchair, crossing her legs and looking at me.

“What’s up?” I asked, leaning back in the armchair across from her.

Charlie glanced at me, then stared at the floor for a moment like she was working up to something. Finally, she let out a deep breath. “Okay, I’m just gonna say it. I don’t think you should get involved with Matt.”

I blinked, taken aback by the sudden statement. “What are you talking about?”

Charlie crossed her arms, her brows knitting together as she looked at me. “I’m serious, Y/N. Matt’s… he’s not a good guy. He’s a pothead, first of all. And, like, not just the occasional smoker—he’s high all the time. You’ve seen him. 

I opened my mouth to reply, but she kept going before I could get a word in.

“And,” she said, her voice firm, “he’s a whore. Like, seriously. He doesn’t do relationships. He just messes around with girls, gets what he wants out of them, and then he’s done. He’s mean about it, too. Like, he doesn’t care about their feelings at all.”

I stared, trying to process what she was saying. “Charlie, I—”

“No, let me finish,” she interrupted, holding up a hand. “I know he’s charming, and he’s fun to hang out with, but he’s not the kind of guy you want to get close to. He’s just going to hurt you. That’s what he does.”

I stared at her, trying to gauge her tone. Charlie was rarely this serious about anything, and it was throwing me off. Finally, I sighed. “Charlie, I’m not planning to get involved with Matt. We just met, like… a day ago.”

She gave me a pointed look, her expression skeptical. “Yeah, but I’ve seen the way he looks at you. And the way you look at him. You can’t tell me there’s nothing there.”

I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair. “There’s not. Even if there was, I’m not looking for anything serious. I don’t want a relationship right now.”

Charlie stared at me for a long moment, like she was trying to figure out if I was being honest. “Yeah, but it doesn’t matter if you’re not looking for something serious. Matt’s the kind of guy who gets under your skin. You think you can keep it casual, but he’ll pull you in, and before you know it, you’re hurt.”

I shrugged, keeping my tone light even though her persistence was annoying me. “Honestly, that sounds perfect. I don’t want a relationship, and if he’s not the type to stick around, then it works out for both of us.”

Charlie’s eyes widened, her face a mixture of disbelief and frustration. “Y/N, that’s not the fucking point! You’re going to end up hurt, whether you think so or not. He’s toxic, okay? He doesn’t care about anyone but himself.”

I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Charlie, I get it. You’re trying to look out for me, and I appreciate it. But I’m not going for Matt. I barely know him, and I’m not about to throw myself at him just because he’s charming or whatever. You’re worrying about nothing.”

Charlie frowned, clearly not convinced. “You say that now, but I’ve seen this happen before. He’s going to act like he’s interested, and you’re going to think you’re different, like you’re the one who’s going to change him or something—”

“I’m not trying to change anyone,” I interrupted, my voice firmer now. “And I’m not interested in Matt like that. We JUST met.”

She gave me a long, hard look, her lips pressed into a thin line. Finally, she sighed, leaning back against the couch. “Okay. Fine. But if you start falling for him, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I won’t,” I said.

Charlie didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t push the subject any further. Instead, she grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned on the TV, changing the subject entirely.

I wasn’t going for Matt. I wasn’t. But there was something about the way Charlie had warned me—so serious, so certain—that it felt like a challenge to me. Who would break first kind of thing, Charlie thinks I cant handle myself and it made me want to prove myself even more.

a/n - Hey, y'all, I lied. Here's my new story, lol. If you want to be on the tag list, comment, please.

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NUMBER ONE GIRL

54. everybody wants you (written)

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Karaoke sounded like a good idea, but seeing all these strangers staring at the bunch of drunk assholes who just arrived makes you have second thoughts about it. Different from other karaoke places you've been to, this seems more like a club. There are private rooms but they're too small and where's the fun in that anyway.

"Let's sing 'ME!'!" Beomgyu rakes your hand and basically drags you across the room to get to the improvised stage.

Your brain is foggy and you know you're gonna regret all of this tomorrow, but right now you're having fun. Just for tonight, Beomgyu is your bestie and your friends get along. Moreover, Yeonjun and Minho are still having the time of their lives taking shots and laughing with each other. This is almost too good to be true.

Beomgyu's voice is surprisingly alluring, even when he's drunk. You're dancing and screaming and it's just so fun.

"And you can't spell awesome without me!" You hear your friends sing along while you're both jumping around.

You don't even notice Yeonjun's eyes following your every move and his dorky smile that makes his eyes almost disappear.

"Listen to me!" Minho screams at him and they go back to whatever argument they were having.

Drink after drink, and song after song, the fun seems to be never ending. Yeji is having the time of her life with Felix and even Karina is having a few drinks with Lia. You really hope they end up dating or something, Karina deserves to be happy.

Yeonjun is just being his clingy self and it's been an hour since he decided you need to be in his arms at all times. Not that you're complaining. It's actually nice being with him after spending so much time with your friends. You love your friends, but you also love just existing with Yeonjun.

It's almost 4:00 am and the place is even more crowded than when you first arrived. Some of your friends are nowhere to be seen and a bunch of them are taking shots at the bar.

"You're having fun?" Yeonjun is so tender and soft, caressing your cheek as if you're made of glass and dragging his words cause he's just so drunk.

"I think you're the one having fun," you laugh and he just whines.

Not too far from there, Minho is drunk as hell and just complaining about everything to Chan. He keeps staring at you and wishing he was the one making you laugh right now.

"He's an idiot!" He says for the eleventh time.

Chan just keeps rolling his eyes at him. "You said you were gonna step aside."

"But I don't want to, why does he get the girl? It's not fair." He's just being childish and maybe even a little selfish.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Chan is so done with this conversation.

"Something remarkable!"

Out of everyone in here, Minho is the last person anyone would expect to walk up to the stage and type the name of some mystery song.

"Cam I have your attention, please?" He sounds drunk and some people cheer, they're as drunk as him. "So, it has come to my attention that some shit is just not fair. Like I don't get it. I was there first and sure I messed up but it wasn't so bad. This doesn't make sense, but whatever. Fuck you, Yeonjun."

Some people laugh, even Yeonjun does, but a lot of smiles falter when the song starts.

"Oh my fucking god!" Beomgyu is almost hyperventilating in the background.

"Gleaming, twinkling..." Even when drunk, Minho's voice is sweet and surprisingly soothing.

Yeonjun smiles and even sings along. You're also having fun until you make eye contact with Minho and he doesn't look away. He's been looking at you since he got on that stage, he's been looking at you the whole night and you're now uncomfortably aware of it.

You take another shot and look away from him. It doesn't make sense. He's your friend, he's not singing about you.

The song ends and before Minho gets to say anything, Chan snatches the mic and makes a joke about having to pay Minho. Of course, it was a bet, you relax at the thought and go back to having fun with your boyfriend.

However, someone on the sidelines doesn't seem so convinced.

"This is gonna be a fucking mess..."

notes:

I'm really really really sorry for making you wait so much for the update 😭 (stuff came up and I was super busy but I think everything is falling into place so you won't have to wait as much for the next part)

made a mistake and forgot to add something but it's all done now 😅

Minho is drunk af

Chan is a real one

and I'm so in love with yn and jun (I almost feel bad for what's gonna happen in the near future)

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[jeonscatalyst]

To the anon who sent the very long ask “debunking” Jikook and mentioning the solo era and other moments: I take it you’re not familiar with my thoughts on that era, as I’ve discussed it extensively on this blog. You’re welcome to search my tags for those discussions…there are plenty of them.

Your ask touched on many points that suggest you either have a limited view of real human relationships or perceive Jimin and Jungkook as fictional characters with straightforward, linear lives devoid of complexity. That’s not how I see them. I view them as real people living complex lives under very intricate circumstances. They’re two individuals who have known each other for over 13 years….a significant amount of time during which ups and downs, ebbs and flows are natural.

It’s not up to you or anyone else to dictate what people should or shouldn’t do, or how they should behave in relationships. Those decisions rest with Jimin and Jungkook, as they’re the ones most aware of their own circumstances and how to navigate them. The fact that the two may have seemed “off” at certain points over the years doesn’t invalidate the possibility that there have been times when their relationship extended beyond mere friendship. To put it simply: if you were dating someone and experienced distance or complications…maybe even took a break or broke up (not implying that this is what happened with Jikook, just giving an example) would it be fair for someone to conclude that you were never together just because of that moment of distance? Of course not. That wouldn’t be fair or accurate.

Relationships aren’t defined by isolated moments cherry-picked to suit a narrative. They’re about patterns, consistency in words and actions, and a shared history. No one has all the facts about Jikook’s relationship, and we’re missing a lot of context. Naturally, this leaves gaps in the story, but your attempt to use selected moments to “debunk” them isn’t how it works.

You also included some inaccuracies and misinterpretations in your ask, as well as speculative assumptions you’ve treated as facts, which doesn’t hold up here. Relationships and feelings are among the most complex things to navigate, and you can’t know how you’d act in certain circumstances until you’re in them. It might seem easy to say, “I would do this or that,” but human dynamics rarely follow such simplicity.

How can you be sure when Jimin and Jungkook are at ease with each other, or when they’re having minor disagreements? How do you know when they’ve grown distant, or when their challenging circumstances affect their dynamic? How do you know when they work through conflicts and reconnect afterward? You don’t. Yet, you believe combing through 13 years of content and cherry-picking moments can invalidate the consistent words and actions we’ve observed from Jikook over the years.

You mentioned their decision to enlist together and framed it as something any two friends would do. While I don’t necessarily disagree with that, you also claimed that Jimin and Jungkook didn’t care enough about each other during the solo era to even stay in touch. If that were true, why would they even consider enlisting together? If I cared so little about someone, I wouldn’t bother going through such a significant process with them.

You also stated that Jungkook only knew about the release of the teaser for SMF Pt. 2 and nothing more (which isn’t accurate) But if he didn’t care about Jimin, why would he even bother to know that much? He didn’t only know it but made sure to ask fans to wait up for it, something he has never done for anyone else. Why would he visit Jimin during practice (something he didn’t do for the other members)? Why wake up at 4 a.m. to watch Jimin on shows, sing his songs, and know his lyrics by heart…while not showing the same level of knowledge for other members’ work even members he supposedly shared a song first with?

Anyone can cherry-pick moments to fit a narrative. But if I were to highlight specific moments over the years that are unique to Jikook and ask you to explain them differently, you likely wouldn’t be able to because there simply isn’t another explanation.

Anon, I urge you not to analyze life and relationships in such a reductive way. If someone applied this perspective to your own life, they might think you dislike your loved ones based on isolated moments of disagreement, fatigue, or introspection. If we had to watch ourselves 24/7 on a screen, scrutinizing every gesture, expression, word, and action, we’d likely approach others with far more empathy and kindness.

Your ask was extremely lengthy, and it contained many inaccuracies and speculations, I don’t feel like addressing each point individually so I am not going to post the full ask. I encourage you to go through my blog, read the posts I’ve written about Jikook and the solo era, and then return with any further questions.

Could there be things that debunk the idea that Jikook are together? Perhaps. But if your argument boils down to “anything JK has ever done with or for Tae debunks Jikook,” I strongly disagree.

[realist-fortheloveofwomen]

I’ve seen a lot of responses like this, and I think it’s funny as a “gotcha”, because I used to be a huge trans activist and supporter. I watched Jessie Gender and all the other big video essayists like philosophy tube. I remember watching Contrapoints and listening to him talk about the “taste of girl dick” and explaining why it’s still lesbian. I was friends and even dated a trans woman online (he now doesn’t subscribe to that label and says he’s just a feminine man. I hadn’t spoken to him for years when he made this conclusion by the way, he reached it on his own). The way they treated me was exactly the way my male friends treated me.

I decided to take a gamble and read what the “horrible mean evil” radical feminists were saying, and I listened to lesbians who explained that they could not be attracted to male genitalia. I actually read and learned outside of the bubble I was in. I initially resisted radical feminism, as many women do. I only understood it through the lense i had been given and assumed they were all trans men, as I had once thought of myself as well. But, I began to question trans activist spaces and began to see patterns in the way trans women acted to me in real life, online and the way trans men acted to me in real life and online. Not only just interacting with me, but seeing how trans women talked about “being a woman” and the fetishistic nature of (some) of their beliefs. Not all of course, but more than TRA like to admit.

I returned to radical feminism and began to truly understand what they were saying. That a “woman” is just a neutral biological descriptor that says nothing about personality. I’m a lot happier with my body and who I am because of it. Gender is a hierarchy which is designed to oppress women and girls.

So yes, I have been in trans activist spaces and listened to various trans people, online and in real life, and scrolled through various Reddit forums of trans women.

I changed my mind after reading radical feminism because they could answer uncomfortable truths. But I’m sure it’s a lot easier to believe that I simply am a hateful, stupid person, who knows nothing what trans activists believe.

In trans activist-spaces, “cis woman” is essentially used the same way “Karen” is

[baddieland09]

“Love me”

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Warnings:Angst,Fluff,Kissing,kinda bullying,has a nice ending,18+,Mentions of smoking and drinking,I used google translate so be warned if anything is wrong also this is my first time writing smut so I am so sorry if this is bad

Summary:You and Theo had been friends for a while and he starts acting different towards you before he starts straight up ignoring you but what happens when you start fake dating his friend (Also I tried not to describe what she was wearing or looks)

Theodore Nott x Fem reader, Kinda Lorenzo Berkshire x fem reader

Word count:2,813

Hiii guys so Im so sorry about the way it’s spaced out I got really into it and again Im sorry but I’m so sorry of it’s bad to it was my first time writing smut so I hope you enjoy it and if there’s anything I need to fix please tell me-😛

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I had woke up that morning in a rush not wanting to be late again to snape’s class if I was late one more time I’d have detention.I rush into class at the last second before heading towards my seat beside my best friend theo.I was half way there when I notice that some girl was sitting in my seat her and Theo talking so I just decide to sit beside Enzo.“Who is that and why is she sitting beside Theo”.“Anora they’ve been talking all last night I tried telling her to move but she didn’t care neither did Theo” Lorenzo said before going back to his work.I thought it was weird but I brushed it off well we weren’t dating but I felt something stirring in my stomach.After class was over I stood up as everyone leaves walking thru the crowd to get to Theo.“Hey why’d you let her sit in my seat-“.“You’re not my only friend Y/n I can sit with whoever I want”.I flinch at his words as Theo walks off Anora running up to him as he wraps his arm around her waist.That hurt I felt..betrayed?.I don’t know what it was I didn’t like him touching her like that not in the slightest. The rest of the day I didn’t talk to anyone expect pansy she’s the one that introduced my to everyone else.Finally classes were over and I go back to mine and Pansy’s dorm seeing her get ready for something.“What are you doing?” I ask sitting down on my bed. “Getting ready for a party it’s gonna be in our common room” I watch her do her makeup.I just laid down trying not to think about today at all it really bothered me and I don’t know why.“Whats wrong” pansy says as she turns around looking at me noticing my mood.“Theo’s been acting weird like today he let some girl sit in his seat then when I asked why he was rude and then ran of with her”.She listens and nodded along.“Was it Anora”she ask.“Yeah it was why”. “Anora likes Theo Y/n”.I sit there and pause in that moment I realized the reason I was so jealous was because I liked Theo and of course Pansy notices.“Hey but it’s okay get ready for the party and we’ll find someone new for you”.I nod as she started searching my closet and dresser for something I can wear that’ll attract attention.She did my makeup and tried to do a hairstyle by the time we were done the party had started.

We walked downstairs and saw slot of people already there the lights a greenish color music blasting people drinking,smoking,or making out.I look for one person and one person only and that person was Theo.Once I spotted him he was with his friends Blaise,Enzo,Draco,and Mattheo.Him and Mattheo were smoking but oh well a lot of people were.I didn’t say anything to him but then I saw Anora and felt angry it wasn’t her fault at all she liked theo but I still couldn’t help but be jealous.I look at Theo and notice he’a already looking at me and I couldn’t help but melt he and the prettiest eyes to me.He looked away before I could do anything so I just walked away as far into the crowd as I could.I had been sitting on the couch half of the party watching as other people go off with each other and how everyone had someone.I didn’t even half of my friends had other friends to talk to even Pansy but it’s okay I had myself.My eyes looked around longing for another glance at him my heart aching to see him on more time.My eyes scanned the crowd of people looking for him and I do I see both him and Anora kissing and my heart drops.Why couldn’t he love me I knew I couldn’t force people to love me but I wanted him to.I watch as he takes her hand leading her upstairs to what Im sure was gonna be his bedroom and I just sit there upset .I tear up a bit I had tried almost everything to get his attention but no I couldn’t he didn’t and nothing would change that .About 20 minutes later they both come downstairs fixing there close and hair and I knew imedantly what happen .I stand up searching for Pansy or at-least someone as I tear up more searching thru the crowd pushing past some people mumbling sorry’a and excuse me’.I couldn’t find Pansy so the next best thing would be to leave so I head towards the door basically running at that point .That’s when I bump into someone I look up and it’s Theo “What-“.I push him out my way I didn’t wanna talk to him. I basically bolt back to my dorm leaving Theo behind and confused but I didn’t care.I just sat on my bed and cry I knew it was kinda dramatic .In that moment I couldn’t care less it genuinely upset me that this happened I wanted it to be me. I hear a knock on my dorm door and just look at the door debating if I want to answer or not.“WHO IS IT” I yell getting up.“It’s Enzo are you okay Theo said you were crying”.I roll my eyes getting up and opening the door.“Him and Anora hooked up”.I invite him in and as we were sitting on my bed I ranted to him for about an hour and he just listens I knew he well had before so I came up with an idea.“We should pretend to date to get back at him”.He stopped rubbing my back I could tell he was thinking about it .“Okay yeah I don’t care”.For the next week he walked me to class and held my stuff and held my hand pretending to sneak into my dorm at night.Pansy was in on it too so if anyone asked she would lie for us .I walk into class sitting beside Enzo pretending to be handsy with each other.I could feel eyes staring into the back of my head and turn around all I see is Theo staring with a look that could kill.I try not to smirk as I turn back to Enzo holding his hand as I started to do my work a party was this night so I was excited.After all the classes Enzo walked me back to my dorm sitting on my bed as I picked out my outfit and do my makeup.We both go downstairs everyone already there I could once again feel eyes on me and I look again to see Theo staring him absolutely ignoring Anora.Half the party Theo stared at me and while I went to talk to a friend I see Theo talking to Enzo he looked kinda pissed .I look and Enzo gives me a look before I see Theo walking closer and starts to walk me upstairs.He pushes me into his dorm room locking the door .“What’s your problem Theo”.He turns to me a look in his eyes that made hear shot straight to my core.“No WHATS your problem you think you can just run around with my friend your stupid then”.He walks closer .“In that revealing dress too Im only so strong Cara Mia”.

I feel him touch my shoulders running his hands down my arm smiling at me for a second.“sei una tale troia” He puts his hands on my face .He kisses me giving me a second to pull away if I didn’t want this but I did badly I was basically dripping .He puts his hands on the back of my head pulling my deeper his tounge shoving into my mouth making me moan.He runs his hands down my back grabbing a handful of ass making me giggle.“You don’t know how many nights I’ve stayed up thinking of you rubbing myself raw”.I smile.“Ohh you poor thing good think you have anora”.I was being petty.He rolls his eyes grabbing a handful of my hair pulling my head towards his.“You got an attitude I don’t want Anora it was never her she just happened to kinda look like you”.He tugs at my scalp making me moan a bit.“Yeah you like that don’t you”.He smiles a bit and backs us up onto his bed.He lays us both down.And starts kissing down my neck. “If you want me to stop during any of this say so okay”.I nod as he starts kissing down my neck sucking multiple hickeys on it making a little T out of them.“There since your so needy now everyone will know you’re mine”.He sits me up for a second I couldn’t believe this was actually happening after so many nights thinking about it, It was actually happening.He puts his fingers under the strap of my dress looking at my face for consent which in return I nod yes.As soon as I did he pulled the straps down looking at the dark green lacy bra I had on.“Is this all for me did you think tonight would be the night”.He says in a mocking voice toying with the straps of my bra .“Theo please-“.He smiles at me before undoing the hook with one hand pulling it off and throwing it on the floor.“Lay back”.Which I happily do feeling his bedsheets underneath me.He pulls my dress of leaving me in just my underwear which have a wet spot already forming.“Shes just aching for me isn’t she”.He says leaning down kissing the area before coming back up.“These are too”.He kisses down my chest leaving more hickeys kissing my harden pebbles before squeezing them.“These are fucking perfect”.He says kissing me again making me grabing the back of my head pulling his down towards me trying to feel him deeper in any way I could.“You’re so needy”.He says and all I could do was agree I was blinded by lust.“Theo I need you so bad”.I say clawing at his shirt before pulling it off running my hand down his chest scratching it slightly which causes him to sigh.“Oh I know but I gotta get you ready for me okay baby can I take these off”.He says putting his fingers under on each side of my underwear .I nod quickly I needed this badly.He quickly pulls them off stuffing them in his back pocket.He kisses down my chest to my stomach down closer and closer to my cunt.“SHES dripping isn’t she”.He blows on it causing a chill to run down my spine.“Can I”.I nod as he touches me spreading my folds running a finger up and down circling my entrance .“Ple-“.I couldn’t even finish a sentence before he slipped a finger inside his eyes fluttering close at the warmth that he felt.I just gasp as he does it felt good after basically being touched starved for a while.“You’re so wet for me Cara Mia how long have you wanted this..been like this”.He says as he pumps his finger in and out of me curling it into that spot that makes me see stars.“For a long time”.I say put of breath this was all to good and hes barley done anything.“I can tell”.He laughs at his own joke before he slips another finger inside pumping it in and out curling it into that spot the process .He just watches too as my slick coats his finger I was close I didn’t want to admit it but I was .“Don’t hold back I know Im making you feel good”.He could feel me clench around his fingers as I got closer and closer to cumming so he started rubbing circles on my clit.As soon as he did that I came leaving a wet spot on his sheets.“Oh look at you you’re doing such a good job”.He pats my cheek making sure Im still there.“You still here”.I nod.“Y-yeah Im still here”.He pauses .“You wanna continue”.I nod.

He nods before leaning down and kissing my clit making me shiver before he basically just dived right in sucking on my clit.I was pulling his hair it was to much but one thing I knew for sure is I didn’t want him to stop.He looked so pretty actually well his hair did it was messy and the prettiest brown and right now it was between my thighs so even better.“O-oh my god Theo”.I could hear him muttering in Italian.“You taste so good”.He licks down to my hole slowly teasing it before shoving his tounge inside causing me to clench around it as he moans.“You taste so fucking sweet like sugar”.He was lapping at me like I was his last meal and once again I was close .“T-Theo-“.“Shhh i know Cara Mia I know just let go”.I nod and he keeps going I finally tip over the edge he imedantly starts eating it.“You’re my new favorite you taste so good like nothing I’ve ever tasted before”.He pulls away as he rest his head on my stomach trying to catch his breath.“You okay”.I nod as I feel him rubbing my hips kissing multiple spots on my stomach nipping at it a bit.“T-Theo”.“Don’t worry Cara Mia we aren’t done yet”.He whispers into my skin before moving up to my lips kissing them.“Do you taste yourself on me aren’t you fucking delicious”.He says biting my lip not hard enough to draw blood but enough to hurt a bit.I watch him start to pull his pants off unbuttoning his pants as I see his bundle thru his underwear seeing a wet spot.“Shit baby look at what you made me do”.He looks at the wet spot taking my hand and running my hand over it.“You feel that you caused that”.“T-Theo”.He smirks a bit.“It’s all you’re too”.He says before he takes his underwear off throwing them somewhere.He was now bare infront of me his erection hitting his belly button.

He scoots closer to me spreading my legs putting them over his shoulder.“You ready Cara Mia”.I nod looking down feeling him slide in inch by inch letting me feel everything.I moan my eyes roll back at the feeling it hurt but it hurt so good.He paused giving me time to adjust to him before he started moving his hips.I was moaning a lot louder that I should’ve Theo noticed too because he put two of his fingers in my mouth pushing down on my tounge.“Shhhhh be quiet you wouldn’t want anyone to hear you”.He smirks as my reaction as I lazily suck on his fingers as he thrust in and out of me small noise leaving his mouth.“This is just what you needed huh a good fucking”.I nod I was drunk on him everything felt good he made me feel good as he starts thrusting faster.The bed creaking and hitting the wall both of us moaning it was to loud downstairs to hear anyways.“Theo I love you”.He smiles at me tapping my cheek.“I love you too”.I smile as he leans down to kiss me his thrust getting harder.“O-oh my god”.He was hitting places no one could find or even reach if they knew where it was.He reaches down toying with my clit adding the perfect amount of pleasure to everything. “T-Theo-d-don’t stop-“.He nodded his flash and chest flush sweating slightly. “I-Im not gonna”.He was starting to lose his pace which meant he was close I could feel him getting close to.I was a mess too I was close which didn’t help either of us but honestly neither of us cared in that moment.He buried his face in my neck as he kept going keeping the same pace.“T-Theo oh-“.He just nodded and kept going .“P-pull ou-“.I nod no.“Im safe-“.He nods and keeps going before he finally releases it was a weird sensation .He kept going so I came to .We both just laid there for a second trynna calm ourselves.He pulls out before collapsing beside me lighting a cigarette offering it to me which I decline.He grabs a shirt of the floor wiping me off then wipes himself off before grabbing my clothes handing them to me.I got dressed before standing up and going to leave.“Where are you going”.I turn to see him getting dressed. “I was gonna leave isn’t that what you want?”.He looks at me confused.“Why would I want that”.He rolls his eyes walking closer.“Every girl you’ve been with at a party they leave”.He wipes my smeared makeup off with his thumb.“You’re not every girl to me y/n your special it’s you I want it’s always been you actually you’re just to dumb to see”.He leads me back to his bed laying me back down before laying beside me. “I wasn’t actually dating Enzo”.He smiles and laughs a bit.“Yeah I know”.I look at him confused. “How?”.He begins to rub my hips.“Im not dumb Cara Mia”.I just nod.“You’re mine now okay”.He kisses my cheek to my lips.“I know”.He smiles as we fall asleep in each others arms.

[boywithbear]

back with another opinion that I guarantee has been said before but I think autistic people who don't have an intellectual disability really need to speak to people who do

[onesnoopyaday]

I AM AT MY LIMIT

Snoopy #90

30/12/2024

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[puppppppppy]

learning abt friendship decay and "not reaching out to your friends for months at a time unprompted is not neurotypical behaviour" has me feeling a certain way

[bitchfitch]

I've started playing Potion Permit, and so far it's one of my favorite games I've messed around with, but the most big brained move the devs made was giving you a dog on day 1, and then making that dog able to track NPCs and lead you directly to them no matter where they are in the town.

[sleepystar2025]

Calling CNY Lunar New Year is incorrect, because it just can't be, like an apple can't be a pear. As the video mentioned, if it's based only on lunar calendar solely, then the Chinese New Year date should fall to the summer months, then why they rely on the date set by Nanjing Zijinshan Astronomical Observatory each year? Why they align with Chinese perpetual calendar万年历 every year? Because the algorithm is too complex for them to figure out on their own. This algorithm includes heavenly stems and earthly branches, as well as Chinese agricultural feng shui. If the Chinese New Year date is calculated solely based on lunar calendar, then it will fall on June 27, 2025 this year. So calling it Lunar New Year is totally disrespectful to Chinese culture and its cultural identity. The comment section in the video said For all who want to celebrate LUNER NEW YEAR, please celebrate on June 27, 2025 AD. BUT January 29, 2025 is the CHINESE NEW YEAR which is Chunjie or Spring Festival. Chinese New Year is from the Chinese calendar, not from the lunar calendar.

No offense but you crudely implying that other Chinese are gatekeeping, then they surely can take that as you are supporting cultural appropriation and de-sinicization, because you don't even bother to discuss the fact that calling CNY Lunar new year is culturally and academically wrong and lacks basis. It's a big stunt of de-sinicization, which by your logic English should be called globalish because we all speak English, and we want to feel inclusive. If there is a need to pick a more inclusive term, why not the term chunjie, spring festival? Spring Festival is already registered with the United Nations, why don't use it instead of LNY? Why remove the “Chinese” from every concept that originated in China and is originally Chinese culture like they always do? This is what the western world has been doing for a long time, and if you are Chinese but support what they are doing, are you still surprised that many westerners are racists towards Chinese, this is how they treat the Chinese for a long time, by marginalizing you and your culture. They make you as invisible as the elephant in the room, and anyone who is aware of your presence is oblivious to you.

I asked my Korean friend, who, please note, is not a Korean born in a Western country, she was born in Jilin province Yanbian Korean autonomous region and raised in South Korea, and she confirmed with me that Korea never celebrated the term LNY before the 2010s, they just aligned with Chinese new year and called it 설날. This word doesn't remove its Chinese New Year origin. It was in the last couple of years that they suddenly started to appropriated a lot of Chinese culture but rename it and obscure its cultural identity, and she told me that it is true that Korea celebrated 설날 each year on the date set by the Nanjing Zijinshan Astronomical Observatory, rather than on some kind of lunar calendar new year date, and that she didn't understand why South Korea government suddenly did that in the past couple years, banning Chinese people from saying Chinese New Year in western world, and she finds the whole thing ridiculous.

No hard feelings and have a nice happy Chinese New Year.

It's always Chinese New Year because Lunar New Year is a fake concept, calling Chinese New Year Lunar New Year is actually cultural appropriation, unless you guys are willing to let Chinese call Christmas Koreanmas

This video explains very clearly that the Chinese New Year is determined by the Nanjing Zijinshan Observatory, the date of each year is different, and the determination method is complicated, combining the solar calendar, the lunar calendar, the celestial trunk and earthly branches, and the geographical latitude and longitude. Chinese New Year is actually based on Chinese agriculture calendar, not a simple lunar calendar at all, if it's based only on lunar calendar, then the Chinese New Year date should fall close to the summer months, so calling it LNY is not only disrespectful to Chinese culture, but also unreasonable.

[thepoisonroom]

that post that's like "learning social skills helps with social anxiety" applies to dating also btw