#and an inability to do it is just laziness or whatever

[yourfaveisamuppet]

really hate that the whole ai discussion has brought "art isn't a talent, it's a skill and if you can't do it you're lazy" back into vogue

[sleepymaddy]

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[vivalamusicaltheater]

I’ll get over it and I know logically academics r not a measure of how smart you are or your worth or anything like that but I used to be so fucking smart dude. I used to be so fucking smart and I used to be able to do things.

[therealmylesmorales]

Loser!Vi Headcannons pt 2

Y’all gave so much love, I feel like I had to reward you guys ☺️

Warnings: uhhh same as last time, I guess. I’m too lazy to check what it was, masc4masc relationship

WC: 700

⭒ Vi is a chronic biter. You learned that pretty early in your relationship. And yet, you never know when it’s coming until it’s too late. She would act like she would be leaning in for a kiss…until she bit the closest part of your body; your cheeks, your arm, your ass

“OW— fuck Vi!”

”That didn’t hurt, you're being dramatic.”

⭒ Another cute but annoying thing Vi does is that she fake boxes you. Her fists will never come in contact with your face or body but she still finds it funny. She’ll even make sound effects while doing so. But the second you lightly punch her stomach to get her to stop, it’s the end of the world.

⭒ She cried like a baby when she got her nose pierced. You were with her and by how hard she clutched your hand, you would’ve thought she got shot. You made fun of her the entire time.

”Not only do you have a big ass back tattoo, you also have one on your face.”

“That’s DIFFERENT!”

⭒ Vi’s major changes every few months. She just loves doing new things and will get obsessed with it and unfortunately be bored with it in not too long after. However, she would probably get a degree in business so she could take over Vander’s bar once he decided to retire.

⭒ Sticking with the college theme for a second; you’re known around campus for being chill and somewhat friendly to others. Vi, on the other hand…people think she’s brash and her temper definitely doesn’t help. But people have noticed that when she’s around you, she’ll siphon off your energy and is a lot more pleasant to be around.

⭒ Vi likes kissing you more than actual sex. She’ll still never turn down the offer, but kissing you feels calming to her. After a day of classes or dealing with whatever, it is her favorite way to unwind.

⭒ Vi loves horror movies, and loves when you watch them with her (even if you hate them/are scared easily). Her favorite franchise is probably Friday the 13th but Ghostface is her favorite slasher. The only problem with her watching horror movies is her inability to easily fall asleep afterwards. Normally, it takes her five minutes to be knocked out.

”Cupcake, are you awake?”

”Vi, PLEASE go to sleep.”

⭒ Surprise to no one, she cuts her hair on her own. Every few weeks you’ll find her in the bathroom with scissors and a shaver in hand, trying her best to get her hair looking good. You help her with the back of her head and she appreciates you for that.

⭒ Vi is literally obsessed with you. Her entire camera roll is filled with pictures of you both or just you; pictures she took on dates or just candid ones. Her wallpaper is even one of you, a rare selfie you took and she cherished it as soon as you sent it. Vi even gave you a special ringtone and whenever you text or call her, she can’t help but kick her feet.

⭒ Like everyone, Vi has red flags. But her most noticeable one is that she’s hardheaded. She doesn’t like to listen, especially when she knows thinks she’s right. She will stand on business until she can’t…and when that happens, she’ll come back with her tail between her legs, hoping you’re not too mad at her.

“Hey…are you mad at me?”

”Did you learn your lesson?”

”I did. I’m sorry.”

A little something extra for my black!readers 🫶🏾

⭒ No matter how hard both you and Mel tried to teach her, she nor Jayce still understand Spades. Viktor got it down within thirty minutes, but those two were still clueless. So, you all decided on a more easier game, Uno!

Uno was banned that same night after you two almost broke up and she and Jayce almost got into a fist fight.

⭒ And someone said that Vi would take the fuchsia bonnet with the black headband, and that was totally the one I was talking about (cause I have the same one). She refused to give it back at that point so the only logical solution was to buy another.

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

When They Accidentally Bring Up an Insecurity| Minho

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You were used to Minho's bluntness. His words often came out sharper than he intended, but you loved him for his honesty and straightforward nature. Yet, there was one aspect of yourself you were always sensitive about: your disorganization. It wasn't that you didn't try to be tidy, but somehow, clutter always found a way to surround you.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon when the incident happened. Minho had come over to your apartment to spend the day with you, as he often did. You were in the kitchen, trying to find the lid for a Tupperware container amidst the chaos of mismatched containers and lids. Minho was sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone, when he glanced up and took in the scene before him.

"Seriously, how do you live like this?" he said, his tone carrying more frustration than he intended. "It's a miracle you can find anything in this mess." He sighed and put his phone down, with the intention of getting up and helping you find the lid, but instead you dumped the contents of the container down the disposal.

"It won't stay good anyways." You say, playing off the hurt you felt.

You had always been self-conscious about your inability to keep things organized, and hearing Minho point it out so bluntly stung deeply. You bit your lip, trying to keep the tears at bay as you continued to search for the lid.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just not good at keeping things tidy." You placed the container in the sink before making your way to your room, not sparing another glance at Minho.

Minho's eyes widened as he realized what he had said. He hadn't meant to hurt you; it was just his way of expressing concern. But the look on your face told him that his words had cut deeper than he had anticipated.

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that," he called out, getting up from his seat and walking over to you. "I just… I worry about you, you know? I don't want you to get stressed out because you can't find things."

But the damage was done. You felt a lump forming in your throat, and despite your best efforts, a tear slipped down your cheek. Minho reached out to wipe it away, his expression softening.

"I'm sorry," he said again, his voice gentler this time. "I know it's not easy for you. I shouldn't have said it like that."

You nodded, appreciating his attempt to make amends, but the hurt still lingered. You loved Minho, but sometimes his harsh words made you feel inadequate and small.

"I'm kind of tired Minho. I think I'm gonna take a nap. Can we rain check?" You asked meekly, afraid if you spoke any louder tears would start to spill.

"Y/N..." You took a breath and opened your room door. You turned your head slightly as a goodbye and closed the door behind you.

You spent the majority of the day in your room. You genuinely had fallen asleep after a while, and when you opened your eyes, it was five in the evening. You groaned, since you had wasted six hours of your day. You got up and when you opened your door you were surprised to smell bleach and other chemicals. But the closer you made your way to the kitchen the more that chemical smell turned into a food smell.

You were very quick to recognize the backside of whoever was hunched over the stove.

Minho seemed to have had a six sense for your gaze - (you hated to admit but whenever his back was to you, the temptation to trail your eyes down there was just to hard to resist) and turned with a small and tentative smirk.

"Ya, jagiya...you know my eyes are up here..." His laughter didn't reach his eyes. You looked tired, and he hated that you wasted the day alone and instead of with him because he had to go and put his foot in his mouth about one of your biggest insecurites.

He turned whatever was on the stove down to a simmer and walked towards you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft.

You hesitated, not wanting to reopen the wound from earlier but knowing that you couldn't ignore the issue or it'd get worse. "It's just… what you said. It really hurt, Minho."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know. I never want to hurt you. I guess I just don't always think before I speak."

You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "I know you don't mean to be harsh, but it still affects me. I've always struggled with being organized, and hearing you criticize it makes me feel like I'm not good enough."

Minho reached out, taking your hand in his. "You're more than good enough. I'm the one who needs to be more careful with my words. I love you, and I want to support you, not make you feel worse."

He took a breath. "I'm sorry. I know I'm not one to typically apologize when we argue, and our dynamic is just showering each other with affection after we get upset, but this time I want to say it so you genuinely know that I'm gonna try and fix myself."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of relief. You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his embrace as he held you close. "I love you too," you whispered, feeling the tension begin to melt away. "But just because you don't say the words doesn't mean you're not sorry. I know you are and I'm sorry I'm so messy. It probably stresses you out considering you come here for a break from all the chaos yet you see it in material form." You joke, Minho's mood easing lightly. "I clean all day tomorrow."

"You don't have to jagi...I cleaned up while you were asleep to say sorry.." He said nervously. "And I cooked us dinner, and dessert for a movie marathon?" He propsed. "And bought some wine..."

You smiled at your boyfriend, as he waited for the words.

"You're forgiven Minho." You say placing a kiss on his lips. "The apartment looks beautiful by the way. I'll try my best to maintain it. But...I may need a little help." You move your lips closer to his with a smile. He gives you a sultry look and a hearty chuckle as he kisses you this time, his lips moving along yours slowly.

"I think a helper could be arranged." He murmured against your lips. "I don't think the guys will miss me all that much if I moved in. They'll still see me everyday at practice."

"So...I take that as a yes?"

"Well if that was your way of asking me to move in than yes."

From that day on, Minho made a conscious effort to be more mindful of his words. He helped you organize your things without judgment, turning it into a fun activity that you could do together rather than a chore. He was also learning to appreciate your unique way of doing things, realizing that it was part of what made you who you were.

You, in turn, felt more comfortable opening up to him about your struggles. You explained how your mind worked, how you often felt overwhelmed by the chaos but didn't know where to start. Minho listened patiently, offering his support and understanding.

One evening, as you were both sitting on the floor of your now shared living room, sorting through a pile of old magazines, Minho looked at you with a soft smile. "You know, I think your messiness is kind of charming," he said.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "Sure, it is."

"No, really," he insisted. "It's part of what makes you, you. And I love every part of you, even the messy ones."

You felt your heart swell with affection for him. Minho's words, once harsh and hurtful, had become a source of comfort and reassurance. You realized that his bluntness came from a place of love and concern, and that he was learning to express it in a way that didn't hurt you.

The incident that had once caused a deep but temporary pain became a distant memory.

For the most part-

"Appa! Nae sinbal eodigass-eo?" You groaned as you were changing your son's diaper. "Appa, jeodeul-eun eodie issnayo?" Your first born asked from down the hall.

Minho was rushing around your two daughters' room.

"Baby, have you seen Mi-Ae's shoes she's asking you if you know where they are. But I have to finish changing Ryung's diaper and then go help Bora look for her bear. She left it on the table and now she can't find it, and refuses to go to daycare without it."

"I'm in the middle of looking for Bora's shoes. She threw a fit because she doesn't want to wear her sneakers." Minho looked around the disorganized room as you joined in too, putting Ryung in the playpen and starting to pick things up from the ground.

"Girls! When you get home I expect you to help your father and I pick up this room, its messy. You don't want to live in a messy house do you? I know your father doesn't."

Minho chuckled as he picked up a scruffed up bear and two shoes that belonged to two different girls. You had the other two in your hands.

"But what if I do?" He asked, smiling a little, his nose scrunching up.

"What if you do what?"

"Want to live in a messy house."

"Babe, you hate being disorganized."

He smiles, pulling you closer to him. "I think it's grown on me." He mumbles leaning into kiss you but instead you feel a small but mighty force hit your legs.

"Appa! We're gonna be late! We're watching a movie at school today I can't be late." Mi-Ae exclaims, flailing her hands like the world is ending. Bora waddles in too, immediately reaching for Minho to pick her up.

He scoops up one daughter in each arm. "Hmmph- okay lets go." He leans in to give you a kiss. "I'll see you after work jagiya." He says as your daughters make disgusted noises, and Ryung starts blabbering.

You smile as you watch him walk out with both of your daughters leaning on him. And break out laughing as you hear Bora's faint voice. Your heart swelling with extreme happiness.

"Appa, why is it so messy?"

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[radioactiverats]

Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (2/?)

Continuing to mash up all the timelines. In my mind, this version of Starscream and Megatron are like in the immediate aftermath of TF One, where Starscream is clearly the older and more experienced one but everyone witnesses Megatron's transformation into a very warped and corrupted version of himself as he comes to terms with his newfound power, then asserting his dominance through violence. At the same time, we've somehow timeskipped to fighting the autobots on earth. These are just a bunch of very messy and self-indulgent thoughts, but I am recently exploding with this idea about Starscream and need to get all of them out bit by bit sksksk. Thank you all for reading and for the encouragement!!

@dratchetsimp this is for you!!

It's painful to watch the pressure mount on Starscream by the day as Megatron's anger grows. Once upon a time, you might have agreed with him - you, like many others, felt betrayed by Sentinel and wanted to see Cybertron rebuilt. But over time, Megatron loses himself to the insanity of plotting and revenge. You'd heard that he'd gone by D-16, once. You wonder what that bot was like, before shaking your helm to remind yourself that no matter who he was, D-16 was gone and there was no use lingering over such thoughts.

Starscream barely recharges - you used recharge stiff and upright in the barracks amongst the other low-ranking decepticons - but Starscream had somehow pulled a few strings to allow you to share his habsuite. He doesn't divulge the details, deliberately evasive - but you've managed to piece together the gist of it.

"It's admirable how loyal your pet is, Starscream," Megatron sneered. "Impressive given that I cannot expect the same from you."

Starscream had taken all of it - the insults, the humiliation, with clenched servos and wings trembling with rage. But in the end, it had been worth it, because Megatron finally dismissed him with a lazy wave of his servos with permission to do whatever he wished with you.

As bots in the barracks milled around, preparing for recharge, you hadn't realised that the chatter around you had petered off into unsettled silence until Starscream barked your designation, curt and commanding.

"With me," he commanded, and abruptly stalked out of the barracks before even waiting to see if you would follow (of course you would).

The whispers of the others fell on deaf audials as you hurried out of the barracks to chase after Starscream - you fall into step behind him as he leads you to some part of the base that you've never seen before. You pass door after door, and it soon dawns on you that these are the officers' habsuites.

"Sir...?"

Starscream doesn't deign to answer you, instead coming to an abrupt stop in front of one of the rooms. The suspicion as to where he was taking you had taken hold, but you had scarcely dared to believe it. Yet, the door to Starscream's habsuite whooshes open, leaving you with the inability to deny your suspicions any longer.

"You are to recharge here, now," Starscream says curtly. "Do not return to the barracks unless ordered. Is that clear?"

You can only nod, shocked by the turn of events. Your old sleeping arrangements hadn't been that dire. That is, if you didn't count the filth, the sounds of snoring, fighting, fragging - and bolting awake from your nightmares only to have some other bot yell at you to keep it down. Okay. Maybe it wasn't great. But did he really care that much?

As your processor works to digest your newfound situation, Starscream promptly flings himself down onto the berth. "Well?" he says, with an irritable growl. "Are your pedes rooted to the ground, or are you going to recharge?"

You're startled back into motion, tentatively approaching the berth before clumsily attempting to maneuver yourself into a position where you won't touch Starscream. It's awkward, to say the least, lying next to your commanding officer like this. To make matters worse, Starscream's habsuite runs cold - and you are becoming increasingly aware of your smaller frame's inability to conserve heat. Starscream must have picked up on the small tremors of your frame (he'd been lying awake the whole time to carefully gauge your responses), because all of a sudden, your commander's handsome faceplate is right in front of yours, and you squeal as you find yourself yanked closer to him, right up against his chassis.

"Pathetic," Starscream snarls, even as he's carefully tucking you against him. "How are you going to fend for yourself when you can't even fend against the cold?" Against your better judgement, you snuggle closer, gratefully taking in the much-needed warmth of his frame. Even if his words are harsh, the gentle way he cradles you against him betrays his true intentions.

"Recharge," he orders, and you, like the good soldier you are, promptly obey.

Which is why, after settling into a routine in his habsuite, you are very aware of just how little Starscream recharges. He's always at his desk, viciously muttering something or other over a towering stack of datapads. His frame is tense, as well - plates drawn tight around him defensively, wings constantly hitched up with the amount of stress he's under. You've tried to persuade him to recharge, but he simply snarls and waves you away. The most that he will accept is the energon you bring him. These days, it's a challenge to find any empty space on his desk to set the cubes down.

After Starscream successfully locates an energon mine, you are hopeful, perhaps naively so, that Megatron will finally give him a break. You finally understand the grim look on Starscream's faceplate right before he went to report to Megatron about his findings. The warlord is pleased, but not necessarily at the idea of your species' continued survival - rather, the discovery of abundant energon had swelled his confidence in plans to launch an offensive against the Autobots. You glance at your commanding officer, standing at attention on the bridge - his posture appears relaxed and confident, but you as a seeker know what tells to look for - his twitching wings say it all.

Starscream is exhausted, even if he stubbornly refuses to admit it. His systems are on high alert and constantly fire off at the tiniest things - he'd nearly taken your helm off with his null ray when you came to deliver him a cube of energon. His wide optics meet your terrified faceplate before he quickly disables his weapon, optics offlining as he sags back in his chair.

"Frag it," Starscream mutters, rubbing his faceplate with rough servos. "That slagging, good-for-nothing spawn of a glitch. We're in no shape to fight."

It's true - demoralization was at an all-time high. Bots were exhausted and running on fumes from the prolonged lack of energon, and would need time to recover. However, you're more worried about Starscream - inevitably, he's going to play a major role in the attack. While you don't doubt his strength, sheer willpower could only get any bot so far - and you've been worried about him keeling over on the spot for a while.

Leading up to the attack, you gaze at your commander as he stands on the precipice of a rocky cliff overlooking the Autobots' regular area of patrol. He looks so alone, and you cannot bear it as soon as you watch his servos curl into a fists, the only show of emotion he will allow himself. You know he's forcing himself to stay upright, if only to hide the defeated slump of his shoulders because as he said - the Decepticons are in no condition to fight, and you only need glance back at the rest of the straggling troops to see that he's correct.

He glances at you as you quietly step forwards to stand beside him. His faceplate is expressionless, but his servos relax as your optics meet for a few nanokliks. "With me," he says quietly, only for your audials. Then, he's looking forwards again, resolute, as the Autobots rev into view below you and Megatron roars the command to attack.

The battle was a disaster. Under Orion Pax's - no, Optimus Prime's - leadership, the Autobots had spent time refueling and familiarizing themselves with their new surroundings, giving them the upper hand in both physical combat and strategy. It wasn't long before Megatron was bellowing at you to retreat, and Knockout soon found himself with his hands full and a line of the injured spilling out of his medbay and winding down the corridors in a cacophony of pained groans.

You'd escaped relatively unscathed, with no injuries that required immediate attention, and were thankful to see that Starscream was the same. However, he only seemed to grow more tense as you both landed back at base. "Go to my habsuite," Starscream orders. He's so tense that his frame is close to vibrating. "Do not come out until I return."

Before you can ask him what's happening, he's stalking off in the direction of the bridge, and... oh.

You're once more struck by the sheer feeling of helplessness as you watch him go. You couldn't even get him to recharge properly, take better care of himself when he took such good care of you, considering the circumstances - and now, even though the battle had left you both relatively unscathed, it seemed that you'd counted your blessings too early. You knew you had no hope of protecting Starscream against what Megatron was about to do, and you hated it.

Back in Starscream's habsuite, you'd dragged the med kit out and waited anxiously, wearing circles into the floor with your pacing. You hoped it wouldn't be too bad. After all, the failure had not been Starscream's fault and he'd just located an energon mine. Surely...?

By now, you really should have learned not to get your hopes up. It's a few cycles before a loud bang shudders unexpectedly through the room, as if something - or somebot, had fallen against the door. You shoot up, frantically slapping at the door unlock button, and Starscream all but collapses into his habsuite in a bloodied heap.

"Oh, Primus," you breathe, horrified, and launch yourself forwards to drag him into the room.

Even just by touching him, your servos are sticky with energon, and you bite back a sob as you fumble with the latches of the med kit. You have no idea where to start and are the least qualified bot here to do this, but you know that if you tried to drag Starscream to the medbay in front of lines and lines of Decepticon soldiers, he would regain consciousness just to tear you apart himself.

His optics are offlined, and the only thing keeping you from breaking down is the subtle rise and fall of his chassis. You reign yourself in best as you can, and try to remember what you've been taught in the one stellar cycle you were at the Academy. Okay. Initial assessment: jagged rips in his plating, torn wires... it looked bad, but these were all injuries you could deal with as accidents during training had been inevitable - and you thank Primus that the integrity of his wings had been spared, with rips in the plating like the rest of his frame but no torn wires there.

You snatch a cloth and the welder out of the med kit with shaky servos, swiping haphazardly at the energon on Starscream's chassis. A screeching buzz fills the air as you get to work on the biggest tear that you can see. He can get Knockout to buff them out later, because as ugly as your handiwork might be, right now you're only concerned with getting the energon to stop because there's just so much.

You're almost done with the biggest rip when Starscream's systems suddenly hiss back to life, and his optics cycle before blearily landing on you. After a moment, they slide to the screeching welder in your shaky servo, taking in his battered frame, the pool of energon below you both before offlining his optics again and lying back with a groan. You continue with your work, and Starscream doesn't interrupt you, allowing you to turn his arms this way and that as you re-join wires and solder his plates to the best of your ability. At some point, he'd regained enough strength to quietly watch you work, voicing no complaint about the quality of your rough patch job nor flinching or making any sound of pain.

Eventually, the only thing left to patch is his wings. Your vocalizer resets with a click before you can speak. "Sir," you mumble. "Your, uh, your wings need repair as well."

To seekers, wings are sacred, treated as the most intimate parts of one's frame. To be honest, you weren't sure if Starscream would let you touch his wings, and you were really going out on a limb to ask. However, you couldn't sit idly by and not even attempt to fix the jagged rips that marred his beautiful wings. To your shock, Starscream soundlessly heaves himself upright and turns around to bare his wings to you. You must have taken a few nanokliks too long, because Starscream shifts impatiently. "Turbofox got your glossa?" he rasps, and even if his voice sounds weaker than usual, you could cry with relief to hear him again.

You kneel delicately behind him, servo hovering over his left wing before you finally dare to lightly brush your fingers over the smooth plating. Starscream's wings twitch ever so slightly and he ex-vents sharply, but otherwise makes no motion to get away. Wings are especially sensitive and while he betrayed no pain when you were welding the other parts of his frame, you almost felt bad for having to touch the welder to his wings, despite the necessity. The welder screeches again, and Starscream visibly shudders when it touches the edge of the first rip. His servos are close to digging dents into the floor by the time you get to the second one, and he's ex-venting raggedly. "Last one," you murmur, wanting desperately to offer some comfort.

Starscream nods wordlessly and braces himself again, shoulders tense as the screech of the welder fills the air. The last rip has torn into his aileron and he can't hold back a ragged gasp as you work the welder over the tender area. You hate feeling him jerk and twitch beneath your servos in barely-suppressed agony. But finally, after what feels like forever, you click the welder off and plunge the room back into silence, save for Starscream's rough ex-vents. You are reluctant to move away from him so quickly, especially when he's in this condition, so you quietly stay where you are, gently brushing your servo over the broad, unmarred sections of his wings in silent comfort.

He could have easily pushed you away, but you're relieved that he doesn't, allowing you to continue touching him as he collects himself. It's a few kliks before he makes to get up, scowling in disgust as he takes in his energon caked frame and the rapidly drying puddle on the floor. You busy yourself with tidying the med kit, purposely looking away as Starscream takes a nanoklik to steady himself.

He's no doubt due for a visit to the washracks, and looking down at your own frame, you're no better. If anything, you're eager to cleanse yourself of Starscream's energon - the memory of his crumpled frame on the floor flashes through your processor, and you accept with quiet resignation that this will feature in your nightmares at some point.

"Cadet."

You look up, and Starscream is watching you with an unreadable expression on his faceplate.

"You performed well."

With wide optics, you nod jerkily at him from where you're still kneeling on the floor. You swear you caught the corner of his intake twitch upwards before he whirled round and stalked off again, clearly in dire need of a wash.

Rising to your pedes with a wince, you shake out the numbness of compressed wires in your legs. However, your spark thrums with the dizzying satisfaction of having been able to help, and the lightheaded thrill of receiving praise from Starscream.

Previous / Next

[ninguitar]

LOWKEY.　　◦　　next.

one. the party & the after party.

❛ in which a concert you were tantalized by your friends into attending led to a one-night hook-up with band member, yu "karina" jimin, who was coincidentally a classmate, too. though incredulous and foolish, in karina's eyes, you were way too good to have you slipping through her fingers, but even so, she couldn't just act on it, leaving the two of you in an awkward predicament, keeping the feelings amidst lowkey. ❜

WILD, BUSTLING PARTIES were never your type of scene; though, nonetheless, you attended them—out of boredom, of course. you couldn't go a month without being dragged to some lousy party by one of your friends, mainly keeho or chaewon.

while your hands interlaced with one-another, you waited for manon, hoping the girl would appear magically. running a hand through your hair, you sighed before rubbing your temples.

the scent of lavender infiltrated your nose, providing a welcome contrast to the raucous chatter of people over the roaring music. the only break in the impending noise was a group of girls engaging in animated and playful banter, all dressed in matching, biker-adjacent attire.

"uh, hey."

your mind instantly snapped away from your lost, recurring thoughts, and turning around, your head was met with a girl who gave you a delicate smile—the same girl who'd you been promptly staring at previously. careful, concentrated brown eyes rake up your figure—up and down. "can i sit with you?"

you only nodded, the tips of your fingers tracing along your knuckles, which only made the girl more confused. "i'm jimin, but karina's fine, too," karina murmurs, her hand flat on the wooden planks of the stairs.

again, you nodded, glad that you could put a name to such a gorgeous face. "y/n," you merely slur out before muttering something incoherent. "you, uh… listen to the band?"

"what?" a snicker escaping karina's breath, to which you replied with, "y’know, aespa or whatever." a lazy smile plays on karina's face at your response, as she simply giggles.

"yeah— yeah, sure, i do," karina meekly shrugs, a grin tugging on her face. god, she couldn't believe your drunken haze spurring further than the inability to even hold a conversation without giggling; though, she couldn't help but admit that she was probably even worse, considering the way she practically staggered while walking to you.

you lean back on the steps behind you, your neck craning away—only for karina's hand to meet your chin, cupping it gently, as if you were a delicate artifact. her eyes locked onto your lips, tracing the start and end of it. with your back plastered against the cold, wooden steps, you met eye to eye with karina.

"can i? i promise i don't bite," to which, you meekly nod, closing the gap between you two. her tongue darted out swiftly, as her arms snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer in any possible distance between the two of you.

phones rang, beeping repeatedly, while you two were too entangled in each other to notice—your lips against her's left karina hazed, everything seemingly like a blur. and so, for the rest of the night, you two were away—doing who knows what.

notes. i PROMISE the future chapters will be a lot better than this 💔💔

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[somerandomdudelmao]

I hope this kills you and makes your day at the exact same time. I'm winging this btw and it's all improv in mah brain so it might be longer than expected, idfk, we'll see.

Thanks so much for existing and giving us this comic in the first place now suffer-

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Leo watched as Donnie continued talking, his movements exaggerated and his words ecstatic. The holograhic screen lit up every surface within a 2-foot radius, the words big and bright against the darkened atmosphere. Beside himself, Mikey and Raph shivered on each side, looking anywhere but at Donnie's face. And even though Leo understood why they couldn't bare to look their brother in the eye right now, something deep inside of him still burned with annoyance. Because despite everything, it was still Donnie! They just couldn't see it yet!

Not like Leo could see very well past the hard, stable shell that his twin had built around himself. Not like he could tell how Donnie was really feeling. Not like his tireless efforts to reach out and help did anything noteworthy.

All it got him was...

"...Oh! And how could I forget the infirmary machinery as well!" Donnie continued, his voice raised in a professional manner that would make anyone else think he was just giving a regular presentation. "The infirmary duties will obviously be passed onto you, Leo, since aside from Casey, you're the most medically knowledgeable. Plus, I know you won't disappoint."

Of course, Leo wasn't anyone else. He could hear the manic cry for life and freedom and pain in his twin's voice, no matter how quiet. It was there, faint and far away, somewhere that not even Donnie could find it, but it was still there and it needed answering.

Donnie just kept refusing to look in the right direction.

---

It was well after midnight when Donnie pulled Leo aside for a chat about the affairs of taking on three positions at once. The leader of the resistance could barely piece together what Donnie was saying though, his words muffled by the bigger picture.

In the dead of night, as expected, Donnie's demeanor took a complete 180 shift, his expression barely masking the exhaustion and weakness he undoubtedly felt. His eyes were half-lidded and cloudy, a look that Leo's only ever seen thrice in those yellow and red irises. His shoulders, despite getting bonier and bonier by the day, were slouched in a lazy way that made the soft-shell look like a corpse. The purple hoodie he so much adored nearly reached his knees, the lost fat and muscle making the article of clothing seem bigger than it actually was.

But one of the worst aspects about Donnie's appearance didn't have anything to do with any signs of death or sickness. No... The thing that made Leo really want to throw up...?

Donatello was now shorter than Leonardo.

"C-come on, Donnie... Why would I need to learn any of this... Nerd... Stuff, if I already have you?"

A stupid question. Idiotic, dumb, foolish, stupid, demeaning, disgusting, stupid, gross, stupid stupid stupidstupidstupidstupid-

"Riiiiiight... Anyway, you'll need to remove that panel right there to get to the inner-workings of..."

But even though it was a stupid question, Donnie would've usually gone out of his way to answer it.

Why wouldn't he answer?

---

Two weeks.

It had only been two weeks.

But it felt like a lifetime.

Donnie wasn't dead yet, thank whatever god that's still out there that he wasn't, but Leo still felt like he was. Donnie was literally just there, he was just right in front of him, talking about the schematics of something or other, running his mouth like he's been doing for the past few days. Nothing truly notable about Donnie's health had really changed, no weakening brain cells or crippling disabilities. The only things that had changed were Donnie's height again and his now inability to walk.

His inability to walk. Just two weeks ago he was bouncing off the walls and biting people's noses off.

However, despite all of the physical evidence that Donnie was very clearly still here and alive, Leo couldn't help but feel like a part of him was gone. Dead, deceased, whisked away by the winds of time... It was hard to explain, even for him, how something inside of him just kind of... Faded away.

The Death, as Leo pessimistically liked to call it, was a slow and agonizing process, beginning all the way back when Donnie first revealed his worsening condition and then continuing on until now. It began with just a little click, a little pinprick of emptiness and loss and HURT that Leo didn't know how to fix. Then that pinprick slowly grew into a scab, then a paper cut, then a scratch, then a hole, and then finally evolved to a gaping wound that would take years to fix. It was just this... This agonizing feeling of emptiness and loneliness that Leo hadn't even felt when Raph first died. (Haha, funny. He's already died twice by now. Hilarious.) And no matter how hard Leo tried to heal it with potions and bandages and medicine and melatonin, it never went away.

Not even when Donnie stood directly in front of him.

And isn't that just hilarious? Isn't that great? Isn't that just Splendid? Isn't that just the coolest Revelation That LEO'S EVER FELT?? ISN'T THAT SO INTERESTING????

Isn't it funny?

---

Leo watched as Donnie continued talking, his movements exaggerated and his words ecstatic.

He watched the ghost wave goodbye with a dramatic flair and a little giddiness in his step, the small soft-shell turtle barely able to show his hand from inside the giant sleeve of his favorite hoodie.

Leonardo waved back, a sad, forced smile and a train track of dried tears gracing his face.

Red enveloped Leo's vision one final time, and soon enough...

The half of himself that somehow still remained...

Faded away.

-{###}-

Haha get Disaster Twin'd idiot-

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I mean. Thank you. This is amazing and I love it with all my heart💜💙

[yizeom]

sharpest tool - gojo satoru

inspired by "sharpest tool" by sabrina carpenter

INFO!

Gojo Satoru x Gn!reader

mentions: no use of y/n, situationship, gaslighting, cheating, no clear communication, lying, toxic!satoru, reader is a grade 1 sorcerer, use of “baby,” satoru is a bit ooc, minimal fluff, angst, reader sucks at making anything look delectable, flashbacks <3

word count: 1.8K

You swear your heart was once again cleaved in two when you hear of your freshly ex-boyfriend, Satoru, was indeed spotted leaving a past exes house. It had been two weeks since he left your apartment, furiously packing his expensive backpack with the various articles of clothing he left scattered across the abode.

two weeks ago

“Satoru, please!” You rushed to grab his jacket sleeve as he fussed it on.

He raised his arm, leaving your arm to fall to your side.

You clenched your fists at your side, a pleading look crossing over your face as he bore holes into you with uncharacteristic blue eyes.

“God, it's the same thing every time.” He raised a hand to his face, his pointer finger and thumb coming up to pinch the bridge of his slender nose. “You always do this.”

Nose crinkling in what you couldn’t tell was anger or sadness, you watched as he scoffed, removing his hand from his face to stare at you. “Call me once you finish working out whatever trust issues you have.”

With that… he left you looking defeated at the door, little reminders of him spread over your now, foreign feeling apartment.

The breakup was inevitable. Satoru was busy fighting curses, getting sent all over the world for weeks at a time. You were busy as well, focusing on the grade 1 curses that have been popping up more frequently throughout Japan.

You didn’t even know if you could call it a “breakup.” The two of you had been seeing each other exclusively for the past seven months yet there was never any clarification on what the two of you were. If you were his “significant other,” you had no idea. It’s not like he made any effort to actually ask you.

Satoru wasn't really the smartest tool in the shed, emotionally-wise. Put him in a warzone and he would have it cleared out in mere minutes. Yet when it came to you two, you coun't really say he was too clever. Claiming that he liked how casual the two of you were, that labels were typically overrated.

Satoru was as emotionally confused as they come, claiming his past ex had screwed him over so bad that opening up would be hard for him. Having your fair share of bad exes, you eagerly reassured him it would that everything would work out in the end.

You weren't entirely sure if his issue with your now-ended relationship was his inability to commit to you or just the mere subtle feelings you had about him lying about how he felt about his ex. He often turned his phone face down when he came over, claiming that he didn't want any distractions from his limited time with you yet you couldn't help the subtle feelings of distrust that lingered.

three months ago

"-then on my walk home, I got another call from Ijichi..." Your voice died off as you glanced at Satoru. Currently, the two of you were laying in your bed, curled up enjoying the little amount of quality time you had with each other. Satoru came to your apartment uncharacteristically early which was a great way to end the day.

When you had asked earlier why he was off so early, he shrugged. "My last appointment for the day was canceled so it looks like I'm yours for the night," he purred into your ear.

Noticing his inattention to your mundane story, you stared at Satoru until he noticed your silence. One of his arms were around you, rubbing small circles on your back while the other tapped on his leg. His face was tilted slightly towards his phone which faced upwards.

Your hand tapped on his thigh and he turned his head towards you, a small yet lazy smile slowly emerging on his face. "Then what happened, Baby?"

You hummed, narrowing your eyes at him teasingly before reaching for his phone. "What has you so distracted?"

He disregarded your joking manner and grabbed your hand in his, shaking his head quickly, "It's nothing, what were you saying?"

Your eyes glanced at his phone and noticing your gaze, he reached over and flipped his phone face down. "I'm just waiting for Nanami to text me back about our mission from today, its no big deal."

You gave a slight nod, your smile had long since faltered but you laced your hand with his, faking a smile while you continued talking about your day, choosing to overlook the fact that Nanami had been with you the entire day and never saw Satoru.

Satoru was usually pretty guarded, even after being with him for months at this point. In the past, you chose to overlook it. Letting him open up to you about things as time goes on but it felt like this relationship was going nowhere. Everything was at a standstill as if you were always the one expressing your feelings and talking about your day.

Although Satoru rarely opened up, it was the little things that really mattered. Him choosing to spend his nights with you when he is probably the most busy person around made you feel all warm inside. Being with him felt right, you couldn't even dare to think about any of your trashy exes when he was with you.

The apartment was cold when you arrived home from work the next day. It was a chilly fall day, with leaves littering the streets and sidewalks. The past two weeks had blended together. It was a new routine of leaving early in the morning, fighting curses or training all day, then returning late at night. Tonight was different, it was the only day you had where you got off somewhat early so you decided that you would treat yourself to a self-care night. It was a different kind of routine, one that kept you busy. The kind of busyness that kept someone from thinking of topics that plagued their mind.

Before, you would eagerly rush to your small apartment, baking any sweet treat recipe you scoured the internet for. You would wait hours for Satoru to reach your apartment. He always wanted to stay in your homey, quaint apartment rather than his skyrise penthouse that overlooked Tokyo. You always thought it was weird but you usually disregarded many things that Satoru did, writing it off as a quirky personality trait.

one month ago

You heard the door open from the kitchen and you peeked past the corner, seeing Satoru slipping off his shoes. Quickly, you rushed over to the counter top, rearranging the sweets for what had to be the tenth time.

“Baby? You up?”

His voice echoed throughout the small area of the apartment. You turned around as he entered the kitchen, covering the sweets while an even sweeter smile was painted on your face. Satoru was easily intrigued by your deliberate position to cover whatever was behind you. He wasn’t too surprised to see you up, you typically waited for him to get to your apartment when you knew he was staying over.

He tried to maneuver around you, slowly slipping his blindfold off in the process. His silky, white hair fell over his face, tickling his eyelids. You tilted your head to the side, teasingly blocking him from seeing whatever it was that you made this time. He raised an eyebrow at you, wiping his mouth at seeing your stare. He distracted you with a hug and glanced over you to see nothing other but what looked like a failed attempt at Kikufuku.

Satoru stepped back, his fingers trailing over his undercut as the scratched the back of his head. It was quiet for a beat before he bust into laughter. Confused, you stood there with your arms crossed over your chest. Satoru doubled over, his laughter never ceasing as he laughed. A sigh left your mouth, your foot tapping against the hardwood floor as you glared at him.

“I was trying to be artistic,” you grumbled. At this, he laughed harder. This was not amusing. How could Kikufuku be this amusing to this man?

His laughter eventually died off and he stood straight again, his right hand coming to his face to wipe his mouth. Your eyes were narrowed at his audacity to laugh at you while you had been trying to do something nice for him!

“Im sorry, okay. Im sorry, but this is just,” He paused, a burst of laughter threatening to leave him again. “It’s just an interesting take on what looks like… Kikufuku? Am I right?”

You deadpanned, eye twitching just slightly to where it suddenly seemed like a good idea to throw something at him. “Yes, Satoru! Ugh, you are so frustrating.”

Satoru pulled you into a sideways hug, giving you a lazy grin, “It looks good!” Your eyes pierced him with a warning look. He chuckled, wiping his mouth before grabbing your face with both hands. Your eyebrows raised as you watched him do the same weird action for the third time. “Why do you keep doing that?” The words left your mouth out of pure curiosity.

“Doing what?” He tilted his head slightly to the side, hair falling over one of his eyes.

You reached up with a hand, brushing the piece of hair out of his eyes while scanning his face with eyes filled with suspect.

“You keep wiping your mouth.”

At your words, his eyes widened a fraction. It was barely noticeable. If you weren’t examining his face so closely, you would’ve missed it. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly before dropping his hands from your face. His hands rubbed your shoulders as he spoke, “I grabbed some dessert on the way home, I guess I keep thinking there’s crumbs on my face.”

Lying came easy to Satoru, it always had and probably always would. He just had to give a sweet smile and bat his thick, long eyelashes and he could get away with anything when it came to you.

You were quiet for a hot second before humming, eyes narrowing slightly before you jokingly questioned why he didn’t bring you any. The corners of his mouth tilted up and he pulled you into his chest, rocking the both of you back and forth slightly before gesturing to the dessert.

“Should I see if you were telling the truth about the Kikufuku?”

You groaned, collapsing onto the couch after slipping off your shoes and trudging into the apartment. It was a tad bit messy… which the plan was to clean last Tuesday yet exactly a week had passed and nothing of the sort was done yet. Your feet ached from walking around all day and you silently cursed yourself for wearing the worst shoes for the day you had. You were just about to get up and massage your aching soles when your phone dinged loudly from the coffee table. Sitting up, you grabbed the device, eyebrows furrowed as you read the notification.

You stared at the text from Satoru, a feeling of dread filling you but also a tiny sliver of hope as well. Your hand ran through your hair as you sighed, the apartment that reeked of him seemingly closing in at the unresolved feelings that stirred in your gut.

an: i fully believe in the satoru gojo loverboy agenda but im obsessed with this song rn so… sorry ! i kinda gave up on this but im just gonna blame it being the second week of school...

[tagthescullion]

I love how Hades does care about his kids but simultaneously has absolutely no clue how to show it. He wants to show Nico he cares about his wellbeing while solving his problem of how to travel anywhere without collapsing from exhaustion for three hours? He'll get him a zombie chauffeur to drive him around so he doesn't have to travel! Perfectly reasonable gift like mortal parents get their kids! Great!...Honestly I wish we could've seen the scene when Nico got Jules-Albert.

ask and you shall be given (months later bc I'm horrid at juggling class, life, and tumblr), this hasn't even been proofread, so apologies for anything I messed up with!

AO3 link

Abnormally Normal

"Eh..." Nico stared at the car apprehensively. "I-- grazie, papà."

Hades nodded, seemingly pleased with himself. Unbothered by the late January cold, he crossed his arms and watched Nico fidgeting with the keys to his new Fiat coupé.

Nico hesitated just a second longer before adding. "You do know I don't have a driving license, though, don't you? I'm not sure how strict things are around here," or around now, he didn't add, "but I'm not old enough to drive. I'm not sure I could... reach the pedals, if I'm honest."

Hades hummed. "Yes, right, I forget mortals can't change form."

He grabbed Nico's shoulder with a hand, and the shadows enveloped them in what --in his father's grasp-- felt like safe darkness. Only a few seconds later, they came out of the shadows into a cemetery.

Nico wasn't sure where they were but the sun cast somewhat longer shadows than it had in New York, so he guessed it was Western Europe.

In the distance --the cemetery was clearly several acres big-- he saw dark roof tiles over lighter material, and the spires of a cathedral.

"France?" He wondered.

Hades nodded. He tapped his staff against the grass they were standing in and the green melted into a circle around a meter of diameter. From under the earth, after a frankly disturbing noise that sounded like wood being splintered, came out a corpse.

The corpse wasn't the big deal, after years handling his father's lesser business --or whatever the god wanted done but was too lazy to do-- Nico was used to morbid occurrences.

No, his bemusement arose from the corpse's outfit... Well, whatever was left of it.

"Is it dressed as..." Nico began. "A car racer?"

"He," Hades corrected. "Is a car racer. That is to say, he was. He cheated and lost his opportunity, as so many do."

Hades didn't seem all that bothered by the poor fellow's unfortunate life choices. That was to be expected, his father was often more interested in people's use after their lifespan.

"He'll drive you around."

Nico stared at Hades open-mouthed. "Drive me around?"

Hades nodded.

"Where?"

His father shrugged. "I've no idea what the youth does these days. That part is for you to figure out."

"Right..." Nico studied the corpse.

Added to the car, it completed the sentiment his father had tried to convey: Nico was to try and have a common teenage experience.

"Your inability to drive won't be an issue, now, will it?" Hades stated confidently. "Jules-Albert will do that for you."

Hades grabbed Nico again, and seconds later they were back in the US, in front of his new car.

Jules-Albert had popped out a few meters away. He saw the car with pearly eyes and muttered angrily- Nico could only understand something about preferring Renault. As if, Nico would rather break pasta to fit a little pot than drive --be driven around by his undead chauffeur-- one of those cheap French monstrosities.

Nico twirled the car keys in his finger a couple of times. He looked at Jules-Albert, at the car, and at his father.

He felt a sudden burst of contentment about the whole situation. It wasn't normal --he'd given up on normal the moment he'd flown in Apollo's car away from Westover Hall--, but here was his father, allergic to all kind of emotion, offering him a birthday gift.

He looked back at Hades, who he could see was staring back, his certainty less strong than it had been when he'd first presented his gift to Nico.

"Grazie, papà," he said. "I--"

Perhaps, his father wasn't the only one disinclined to express affection.

Instead, Nico smiled. A real smile. Not common these days.

Hades cleared his throat.

"All right, well," he waved vaguely around, "enjoy the car."

"And the zombie," Nico nodded, schooling his face into a serious expression. "Will do."

Hades patted his back awkwardly once, before Nico could turn around, he was gone.

[youremyheaven]

female (yin)-centric exercises and movement practices

i am personally all for the burgeoning popularity of somatics and i think the rise of pilates is wonderful.

for a long time, "exercise" meant hitting the gym and painfully enduring sessions that felt like physical torture. unless you're a high performance athlete, i dont really see the merit in resistance training tbh. obviously everybody has different tastes and preferences and some people probably find somatics and pilates too boring and slow and want something more high intensity which is 👍🏼

however, for many of us who struggle to keep up with these and repeatedly admonish ourselves for being "lazy" due to our inability to thrive or be consistent or enjoy these workouts, there are manyyyy other forms of practices that are wonderful and fun to do and are perhaps better suited for our bodies, temperaments, lifestyles etc

first of all, the concept of "exercise" has become synonymous with either losing weight or making gains. we are told that we have to "exercise" to stay fit. but exercise can mean manyyy different things, its not just cardio and weights. and this means a lot of people think if you're not trying to gain or lose anything, you dont "need" to "exercise".

but this is not true, i think "movement" is a better word and everybody regardless of their weight, age, gender or whatever else needs to move their bodies. we were not meant to just sit, stand and lay down, we need to move. not to serve some moral purpose of "fitness" (another flawed concept) but because its spiritually, physically and emotionally bad for us to not move. we feel more alive when we move. our culture has become so dopamine fried, sex addicted, toxic eating and drug abusing in large part because our lifestyles are so sedentary and we crave stimulation. we wouldnt depend on external substances to feel "alive" if we felt that aliveness within us every day.

you dont need to "exercise" but you def need to move!!! when we dont, we feel lethargic, stagnant, our joints (from years of inactivity) become more sensitive, our body hurts, our immunity suffers and aging can bring aches of all kinds but this does not have to be anybody's reality. we change this!!

you're not lazy for not exercising, if you liked how doing an activity made you feel, you would do it all the time. dont punish yourself!!!

i personally think strength training works for many people. this can mean, swimming, cycling, hiking, dancing, pilates, yoga, barre etc

now about somatic movement practices,

somatics is all about the mind-body connection and intentional movement. pilates (which was basically developed from yoga) and yoga are examples of somatic practice

but there are other methods as well:

Rolfing

Alexander method

Feldenkrais method

Laban movement analysis

Fascia training (myofascial release)

and somatic practices also include things like progressive muscle relaxation, emotional freedom technique, body scanning etc

i know it can all be a little overwhelming but tbh there is a lot of overlap between all of these practices so dont feel like you're missing out by not trying them all,, stick to what feels right for you and focus on that.

yin yoga and restorative yoga (very similar but also different) are also helpful

the reason i put "female centric" in the title is bc i feel like the world of diet and exercise is dominated by a masculine worldview of doing things the hard way/aggressive way and by acting with resistance/restraint instead of a more open/whole approach and valuing "slow" progress over quick and easy ones. the reason why ppl hit the gym make quick progress and then relapse is bc its genuinely difficult to put up with a gym routine for most people who aren't physically immune to pain. movement does not have to "hurt", be "draining" or a proof of your willpower as a human being. its fun, easy, natural, fulfilling and a part of life<333 you can proceed more slowly and make progress over time but tbh you'll be lost in the flow so you wont bother checking to see if you have and life is long so there's no rush!! what we gain slowly will last us forever!! bc we alter our body's alignment and our own relationship with it + our lifestyle/routine to truly embody it instead of a "crash and burn" style that leads to burnout.

remember, the river wears out the rocks not through force but simply by flowing<3

anybody can do these exercises btw, not just women lol

if you have doubts or questions, feel free to ask me <333

[mxmorbidmidnight]

To disabled people, you have a right to support, you have a right to exist.

We must end this idea of “disabled enough” so many of us deny ourselves or have been denied accomodations and support due to this idea. If you benefit from a cane then you have a right to use a cane. You are not taking away resources from others who “actually need it” if it helps you go about your life with greater ease then you are who it was made for. You have a right to use facilities such as priority seats. You have the right to rest. I promise you my dear that does not make you lazy in the slightest. You have a right to ask when you need support you are not being needy or demanding. If you struggle with urgency issues, you have a right to use the disabled bathroom, if you benefit from it then you have a right to use it. If digit toys help you, then you should be able to carry a fidget toy. If you need more time for certain tasks, you have the right to be given such. I cannot stress this enough, this does not make you lazy. Asking for support does not make you selfish.

You have a right to call others out on their ableism. You are not “too sensitive”, having a disability does not mean you always have to be in good humour about your condition, it does not mean you have to take whatever comes your way. If you are being treated cruelly, if you are being dismissed, demeaned, insulted and talked down upon you have a right to address this.

If you benefit from pre-prepared meals, use them!! It does not make you lazy. All I want you to focus on is that you are keeping yourself as well fed as you can. Reduce your struggle wherever possible! What abled people often consider laziness often is in fact rather how a person with a disability is able to assist themself in their daily life. You are allowed to make things easier for you, in fact I ask that you do.

You are allowed to use mobility aids in public, glucose monitors, nasal cannulas or any other devices that keep you safe and healthy. It does not make you look worse, it is not an eyesore or something that must be hidden. Your disability does not make you unpresentable, you have a right to be in public if your disability affects the way you look, if you make noise or you drool. Your disability does not make you unworthy of being seen.

Your disability doesn’t make you “stupid”. Not scoring well in school does not make you stupid, difficulty with reading or speaking does not make you stupid. Inability to work does not make you a burden. Not contributing to capitalism does not mean your life has no value.

Just because your disability is not as severe as that of others does not mean you shouldn’t be given support. The same goes for if you don’t “look” disabled. You do not owe explanations to others, you should not force yourself to do the same things in the same ways as those without your disability. You are going to do things differently and there are going to be things you can’t do. That does not make you lazy.

I tell you this with all the sincerity in my heart, the only person when it comes to your disability you owe anything to is yourself. You have a right to put yourself first. You have a right to rest. You have a right to exist as you are, a person with a disability.

[arisuworld]

—ONLY YOU CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE—

DISCLAIMERS:

1. Strong language (i swear a lot), sarcasm ahead, tough love typa shit. This is meant to be helpful and reassuring but I'm not going to treat y'all like you're made of sugar and talk like I'm from 50 years ago. Deal with it or not.

2. English isn't my first language. So, there can be many grammatical mistakes.

Yes, you read it right. Only you can change your life not your favourite goddess blogger then WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ASKING THEM TO MANIFEST FOR YOU? GURLLL REALLY? DO YOU THINK THEY'RE ABOVE YOU? DO YOU THINK YOU'RE LESS OF A GOD JUST BECAUSE YOU'VE NOT ENTERED VOID YET? GURL, you have your whole life ahead you. If you will let some limiting beliefs hold you back from achieving the things you deserve, then that's it. It's done. You're never going to get your desires or desired life and YOU WILL HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELVES!!

Now now, do not come for me. I said what I said and I mean it 100%. (And I'll prove it below)

Tell me honestly, why haven't you manifested your desires by now? Why? What's the reason?

— LACK OF PERSISTENCE? LACK OF DISCIPLINE? LACK OF FAITH? OVERCONSUMPTION? PROCRASTINATION? LAZINESS? LACK OF DETERMINATION? INABILITY TO ACCEPT A FAILURE?

So now, who's fault is that? Start taking accountability for your procrastination and lack of persistence. Because if you won't, then you will not be disciplined enough to achieve your desires.

All i want to say is— TIME WON'T STOP FOR YOU! Rather than wasting your time thinking about how others are lucky to enter void at their first try, start affirming and PERSIST IN THEM, BELIEVE IN THEM!! BECAUSE SWEETHEART LISTEN— L I F E G O E S O N ! ! ! STOP WASTING YOUR LIFE LIKE THIS!! AND START WORKING YOUR ASS OFF. and by working, I do not mean to go and start taking action in real life, NO.

1. Make yourself a routine (which is what I'm doing for you right now but anyways). Listen to subliminals or listen to brown, white noise or litteralyyy any music (yes, you can also listen to your favourite song which calms you down). Just anything to calm you down, to relax you, to put you in a good mood.

2. Start AFFIRMING and do not let negative thoughts take over. (Once you start affirming, leave the old story behind because GURRLLL THAT'S NOT YOU ANYMORE!! ALWAYS PERSIST IN THE NEW STORY) You can either do a challenge (like 10k or 20k affirmations) or just affirm robotically for 10 minutes every hour. Saturate your subconscious mind with good and positive affirmations.

3. You can also do the self hypnosis thingy by konniesreality (it's optional)

4. Also, do any meditation or Yoga Nidra at anytime of the day you feel comfortable (It would be better if you do it right before entering void). In my opinion, yoga nidra feels much better (ALSO, DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU CAN ENTER VOID WITH YOGA NIDRA MEDITATION? HEHE) It will clear your mind in minutes. It also relaxes your body. But everyone has different choices, so do whatever feels good for you because that's the major point.

5. At night, set the fucking intention and just go for it.( You can do any method which seems suitable for you) YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE!! TRY TO PUT SOME EFFORTS ONCE IN YOUR LIFE GOD'S SAKE. IT CAN IMPROVE YOUR LIFE OVERALL SO MUCH.

I'm rooting for you baby, I know you can do it. You just need a little hard push and that's what I'm here to do. So listen to your desires and most importantly, listen to yourself. You can do this!!

Good luck y'all <3

{Ps : Idk why but i really love making these rude toxic motivational posts I'm sorry ���}

[3liza]

the Jason Genova/Del Rey Misfits story (ongoing) hasn't really gotten outside of bodybuilding YouTube despite several attempts (aborted Netflix show etc) but I think beyond it being a typical "being famous on YouTube usually fucks people up" situation theres a b-plot about the medical abuse of disabled people.

I found out recently that Genova is on monthly injections of long-acting haloperidol, a truly brutal first-generation antipsychotic that causes uncontrollable appetite and weight gain, neurodegeneration, akathisia and dystonia (this was prescribed to him on top of an active tourettes diagnosis which seems unlikely to have made it better). now despite his level of cognitive disability, Genova is a bad person to whatever level of "bad" a person can be blamed when he's got to be around 50 IQ, and level 2 autism, and I certainly dont like him, so this isn't a defense of his behavior. autistic people can be taught empathy and consideration if anyone bothers. so i think his mother absolutely fucked this kid up. but whatever doctor put this kid on monthly haloperidol is either 90 years old or incompetent or both because the only thing that will do for someone like Jason is make him sleepy (and thus easier to control) . people who take antipsychotics typically are constantly fighting brain fog and usually seek out stimulants to stay awake, just like Jason does.

so the antipsychotic weight gain and compulsive eating of junk food (I've personally experienced this with seroquel and it isn't something you can control even with full cognitive function. I used to get up in the middle of the night to eat sugar out of the bag) was being treated as laziness and lack of discipline by the Misfits and the fanbase the entire time. this is normal in bodybuilding, it's part of the culture. it was a cornerstone of the "plot" tension, Jason's "inability to commit" to weight training and cutting. none of his supposed professional coaches or trainers ever address this or consider what piling pre workout into a disabled kid on psychoactive drugs was going to do, and while it's possible they were never informed of his medical history they absolutely should have asked, and with Jason's known reputation as a compulsive liar , they should have double checked until they got a straight answer. Jason's mother enabled Jason to drive by himself, and of course he got into a half dozen serious accidents, injuring himself and god knows who else. this is mostly treated as a joke in the series. and that's kind of a different issue, how the boomer attitude towards disability of just ignoring it as much as possible and pretending the disabled person is average causes just as many bad outcomes as low expectations. Jason many times angrily denies being autistic, or minimizes it as barely diagnosable, when five seconds looking at him shows anyone with any familiarity with autism and other developmental disorders that the only reason he isn't in a care setting is that his mother is in denial and his friends don't have the background to see how bad it is.

it's clear that everyone involved is aware that Jason is "slow" but it's also clear that all the competent adults consider severe disability to be shameful and most of them seem genuinely unaware of the fact that Jason isn't just kind of a goofball who needs a good talking-to, he's developmentally delayed, cognitively struggling at all times to follow basic social interactions and conversations, is borderline illiterate, and has no impulse control. he's also constantly stimming both voluntarily and involuntarily in a way that interferes with his dexterity. he shouldn't have internet access or a smart phone, he shouldn't be allowed or enabled to use preworkout and especially not steroids and research chemicals.

and over the years he is documented, he degenerates badly in a predictable way, becoming more and more incoherent and impulsive. it's basically a moneymaking franchise centered on a profoundly sick man who is being medicated in a way that causes more monetizable outbursts and brain damage leading to compounding eccentricity, which is fairly common in bodybuilding even with participants who start out with average function and ability.

so what the fuck. I don't have a conclusion for this other than the level of dysfunction is impressive, and the amount of the exploitation that does genuinely appear to be occurring ignorant of the full extent of Jason's handicap. Jason really reminds me of the boyfriend I just kicked out, who wasn't nearly as disabled but had many of the same issues, just less severe. and people around him (also a white man) just assume he's a little goofy, and that his expressions of confusion or inappropriate comments are intentional jokes and not times when the masking isn't fully working.

[leggerefiore]

Can I request domestic fluff hcs with Nanu?? 🥺

arghhh um replay has done damage to my neurons by showing me Old Man again

🐈‍⬛️Nanu❤️‍🩹

🌑 He would never think himself the domestic type. His inability to cook, his laziness about cleaning, and his overall disinterest in a relationship before you came around. It takes a bit of adjustment on his part to get used to engaging in domestic activities with his partner, as he struggles to even call them anything apart from their name for a while. Basically, you will have to teach him a bit of what to do. He is a tired old cat man with not many interests in his life.

🌑 Nanu gets a bit flustered when you go out of your way to make food for him. He can easily go pick up something in Malie or make something out of his endless supply of instant noodles, yet here you are making him a nice meal. The old man eats it and feels like something so enjoyable is wasted on him. He still finds it in himself to thank, however. With how your eyes light up, he knows you are going to cook for him again soon. He tries to make things for you, but he does not get much fancier than a sandwich. His feeding abilities for other people start and end at opening a can and putting it in a bowl.

🌑 A change he can admit he likes is the feeling of coming home to you after doing whatever Kahuna duties had called out to him. While he never really felt alone, due to his collection of Meowths and Acerola's usual visits, coming home to you is a calming thing. Someone he can quietly sit with – someone who lets him just unwind and chat about his day vacantly. Just like with his beloved felines, he can be with you without worrying about being judged. It really puts him at ease. Especially, when you let him lay his head in your lap and just let him de-stress from his work. At least, until a Meowth wanders up and starts whining for attention.

🌑 He does, admittedly, try to keep his home a bit cleaner. There is little he can do about the Meowths and their preferred items, but he tries to make it a bit more presentable as a home. Granted, it still is obviously a police station, but he is trying. You also aid in the cleaning efforts, helping make sure his home does not fall into the Kahuna's usual droughts of energy. It does feel a bit more energising to have a clean home to return to, he notices. Some days you both find yourselves quietly cleaning up the station together. He enjoys it more than he would like to ever say aloud.

🌑 Small things that change also seem to feel oddly right to him. Going to the store with you for groceries feels like something that he has always been doing, sharing a meal at a restaurant feels as if he never used to regularly show up alone, and even spending time with Acerola feels more familiar with you there to help him. It is such a strange feeling for him to process. Even watching you help him care for his Meowths makes him feel as if this is how everything should have been for him. He finds himself a bit lost on why this is for a while.

🌑 Even just having your body pressed against his own as the Alolan moon softly shines in through a window makes him realise how much he has come to enjoy this change in his life. You bury your head into his nape while he holds you lazily, genuinely makes him crack a grin. In his twilight years is when he finally found someone he could live like this with, it almost drew a chuckle from him if he knew it would not awaken you. His life had become strangely cohabitated by you, and nearly everything he did seemed to somehow draw his mind back to you, too. He wanted to shake his head at the torment. Just as he began to doze off, he realised how much he truly enjoyed spending his nights snuggled up to you.

🌑 He slowly finds himself accustomed to an everyday that is spent with you at his side. Sporadically, he even finds himself letting you join him for his Kahuna duties if it is not anything dangerous (he will absolutely not let you near an Ultra Beast unless he is certain you are a competent trainer). There is something that makes the tasks more bearable if he can turn to you and just be aware of your presence. There is soon a running theory from locals that was started by Acerola that you two are married, and he finds himself oddly entranced by it. Maybe one day soon he would make that a reality, if he did not drop dead first.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Microfic May Week 2 Challenge

-A/An (do not use either)

@microficmay

Two months ago.

Their friendship had blossomed into something she held dear to her. His crooked, relaxed smiles something she searched for, like buried treasure. Whatever would cause that smile to appear, she would attempt it.

Coffee and scones in the morning. The latest copy of the Prophet already on his desk. Souvenirs from places she traveled.

He would always reward her with one of his lazy smiles. Pleasing him secretly made her feel something new. Something bright and airy. Something close to euphoric.

She had always considered herself the people pleasing type. She considered it one of her biggest flaws. She considered that this might have been behind the feats she went to in order to please Draco.

But it was after fighting with Ron, due to his list of everything wrong with her long and ever growing, when she knew the worst of her flaws was one Ron hadn’t listed.

Draco had reached for her hand, for comfort. Electricity sparked between their palms. She was in her chair, he on top of her desk.

“I know what you’re thinking.” She managed to say, her eyes focused on their hands.

“What is that, Granger?”

“I shouldn’t be crying.”

“You should never be crying.” He responded as his eyes lowered to the hands he held in his lap. “I’d rather see you angry than cry.”

She chuckled. One of Draco’s flaws was to find ways antagonize her, to annoy her. It worked, often enough. He just didn’t know that she secretly enjoyed it, enjoyed the challenge. Enjoyed him.

She wiped away her tears and stood, putting her eye level with him. Despite the storm in his eyes, they were gentle as they roamed her face. Ron had never looked at her the way Draco has. And she had never felt more alive than when Draco looks at her. Like she is all there ever was, all he’d ever need.

She felt the breath stutter in her throat when his eyes dipped to her lips.

He turned away, catching himself and stared hard at the wall. She watched his jaw clench, the muscles flexing as if working out words that might fill the void suddenly left between them.

But it was she who needed him. It was impulsive and it was reckless, but everything inside of her was buzzing with some manic energy that caused her stomach to twist and tighten.

“Draco,” She whispered. He continued to stare at the wall. “Look at me.” She wished her voice had been more sturdy, more confident. But maybe that wouldn’t have been them. They were real, honest. Her vulnerability was not something she had ever had to hide from him.

The worst of her flaws was her inability to accept the simple fact of the matter. Which was that she needed Draco. In more ways than one.

Draco’s head finally turned toward her. Slowly and apprehensively.

She was already leaning forward and when he finally turned fully, she pressed her lips to his.

There was no hesitation in his reply. He kissed her with ease. As if they had been doing it their entire lives. Hands in her hair, tilting her face. Tongue slipping in, the kiss deepening.

She finally tasted Draco.

“Hermione,” He sighed into her mouth.

She tasted his breath, his tongue, his lips.

He tasted like hers.