#and part of me is mad at that person but part of me is mad at myself bc i feel like i could have easily prevented this if i’d just agreed

[girl-lostconnection]

Concept of a concept time:

Reader who goes through the whole relationship with Ghoap or the whole 141 believing that they would always come second place, because of course Simon would burn the world down if Soap was taken out of it. Of course, Price would do everything and anything to save Simon. Of course, Simon would turn into monster if it meant keeping his family safe, keeping his TaskForce safe.

Of course, Kyle would go mad with grief if he was to lose Johnny. Of course, Kyle would become a shell of himself if he lost Price.

Of course they would all shatter without each other alive and well. It was obvious. It was a fact.

Reader who sees it and places themselves on the outside of it, because these men were already something before they came along. These men were already tight knit and close to each other.

These men were already family when Reader got dropped into their laps. It’s only natural they don’t really slot fully. There’s just no more space.

Reader who takes every bit and crumb of an affection they are given. Reader who gives away everything. All of them. Every kiss and confession, every hug, every bit of love and care they have. They give it all, because yeah, maybe they will never be a part of these 4. But they can be near and maybe…maybe that’s enough?

Reader, who dies. Not instead of Soap, not instead of anyone. They just don’t come back from the job one day, their foot locker was supposed to be shipped out to the family. But there is no family.

So 141 takes it. Who, if not them, right?

Reader, who dies and haunts the narrative from that point on. Reader who leaves a hole the size of a person and no one can fill it. It’s impossible.

Reader, whose warmth was seeping through them all for so long, the absence of it feels like a whiplash. The absence of it feels in their bones and it’s cold-cold-cold now. Their hearth dies and there is nothing to do about it but keep going.

Soldiers die every day, this one shouldn’t have been special. But they were.

Kyle who takes their personal things before someone else can come and toss them out, sleeping with their T-shirts and hoodies. Part of him dies with Reader. Part of him is getting buried with them. He’s sitting at their funeral until Price leads him away.

Simon who takes their photos and books, hiding them, keeping them safe. He needs to have it, because memory is traitorous and one day he might not be able to put a face to the name and he’s terrified of it to the point of feeling sick.

Soap who takes mementoes — keychains and magnets from all of the deployments, he takes every knick knack they found in the foot locker and Reader’s room, he stores them next to his. There are new keychains on every set of his keys. He’s fumbling with them every time he feels like there’s knot in his throat and he can’t speak.

Price gets the notebooks. Just a few of those were in a footlocker, filled with scribbles and meal plans and random quotes and games Reader played with Kyle during boring briefings. But it feels like them. It smells like them. Reader never wrote a consistent diary, too little time and too much going on, but they notated the places and times and that Soap coughs like a sick Victorian child and that Kyle has the most perfect beauty marks on his thighs and that Price sneezes like dad and that Simon sleeps with lamp on.

It is everything there was of them. Everything there’s left of their love and John isn’t sure he’d be able to part with it. It isn’t fair that it happened like that. It isn’t fair that he feels like destroying his whole office when he reads the “im not sure i fit in. on the bright side I reckon if something was to happen to me, no one would mourn too long. they have each other, I should be happy it is like that. I should be grateful” because it’s not fair-not fair-not fair-not fair.

John doesn’t show these diaries to anyone. John guards them like his most prized possession, reading it over and over because you, silly perfect thing, why haven’t you said anything. Why haven’t they noticed anything.

John doesn’t show it to anyone because he’s not sure if they won’t crumble under the notion. He’s not sure they won’t shatter when the rest find out that Reader died thinking they weren’t part of the family.

John sobs so hard, bile rises to his throat, world swimming in his eyes and it hurts, and he’s so fucking angry and it’s so unfair. Because it’s not true, because of course you were part of them, of course you matter, of course they mourn.

Because you die never finding out how much you were loved. Because there’s nothing he can do.

And it’s not fair.

[ask-underfazverse]

"I often see my twin in him. He isn't related, but... some of us do consider him family. He was one of the first people to know the darkest parts about us. For simplicity's sake, our father was... an evil "Saint." And the things he's done to us, and our connection with him made us... impulsive, clingy, and controlling. Power, immortality, and child abuse are a terrible combo. For abuser and victim alike... what's worse, is we weren't used to surviving with people that didn't understand sacrifices must be made, for the good all. So we go back and forth, pleading to be listened to, or having bouts of violence. Malak had enough, and used a weakness against us, to try and sacrifice us to another deity that we were trying to protect him and some other people from. She had grown more active and violent with our arrival, so it seemed logical that we would have been the only one's she would have wanted... but it backfired, and he and his fellow traitors fell into the same trap. A nightmare, created by one of my brothers, who went to the side of our enemy, due to our... unfortunate cruelty in the face of fear and madness. In that nightmare, he pushed past his own fears, and saved our inner children. Became an "older" figure that finally came to save us from an eternally ending world. He was the first person that really made it feel like it wasn't our fault our own world fell apart. In a nightmare like that, heroics are hard to fake... in return for his deed, I promised to give him more privacy. He argued that he didn't deserve it, especially after betraying me and my kin... but he did what was right in the face of not only his own pain, but also the pain of others. And he rose above it all. If we stayed in that nightmare, we would have all perished... and he was the first one to make an effort for us all to escape. He's a good man, just in a bad place. Most people are. The scum of the earth can be someone else's hero under the right circumstances. He gave us courage, insights, plans, and... he gave me a chance to feel young again. I am young saint, you see... I've only truly achieved sainthood recently, as reward for enduring my father's wrath for billions of years, and saving the ancient saints of my world, who we call Gods."

He licks his lips, like a young man struggling to speak. His voice wavers. "...b-before all that. We were kids. Children... cursed to be born as men. Cursed to be seen as "old enough" so no one would realize we weren't raised. For eons, we thought we should've been old enough. We thought we should have been better... that we should have known better. But throw an infant into battle for freedom, it shouldn't be surprising when tyranny prevails. Malak...? Malak, for a moment, broke our "normal" in that dream. I felt a bit like myself again, around him. To that, I owe everything. I don't know if I would have begun healing, or even gotten to sainthood if he didn't betray me that day. I am grateful he did."

The multiverse is full of infinite possibilities...

Most worlds tend to connect through similar builds. Through stories, people, themes...

It's no surprise seeing a stranger to the multiverse. What IS surprising, however, was his condition. Covered in deep wounds, limbs twisted and torn, and he appeared to be drowning in his own blood by the time he was found. Holy weapons were embedded in his skin, and the flesh sizzled liked bacon around it.

He had red skin, gray hooves, horns that looked far too round and circular to have normally grown out of his head. His long pointed tail is covered in hand prints, and there are bones exposed out of his back. He lays face first in a pool of his own boiling blood, barely breathing or moving.

@ask-underfazverse

Cry’s come from the mass amounts of strangers, many just back away to cowedly to do anything, but a few step up, and begin to heal him. Mainly the younger, less evil Malak’s, a few Doug’s that are just simply concerned, and only one Bierce.

Dream Malak very hurriedly takes him to his hospital, with the help of the others.

[animusrox]

MY LETTERBOXD

TOP 10

1.    Dune: Part Two 2.    The Substance 3.    Hundreds of Beavers 4.    Anora 5.    Dìdi 6.    Nosferatu 7.    Nickel Boys 8.    The First Omen 9.    Sing Sing 10.    Civil War

GRADE A 

11.    No Other Land 12.    Robot Dreams 13.    The Peasants 14.    Conclave 15.    Smile 2 16.    Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes 17.    We Grown Now 18.    Memoir of a Snail 19.    The Last Stop in Yuma County 20.    A Real Pain 21.    It’s What’s Inside 22.    Red Rooms 23.    Sometimes I Think About Dying 24.    A Different Man 25.    Better Man 26.    The Brutalist 27.    Heretic 28.    His Three Daughters 29.    Hard Truths 30.    Evil Does Not Exist 31.    Late Night with the Devil 32.    Alien: Romulus 33.    MadS 34.    Rebel Ridge 35.    Humanist Vampire Seeking Consenting Suicidal Person 36.    Challengers 37.    Strange Darling 38.    Flow 39.    All We Imagine as Light 40.    Longlegs 41.    Saturday Night 42.    The Apprentice 43.    Terrifier 3 44.    The Seed of the Sacred Fig 45.    A Complete Unknown 46.    A Quiet Place: Day One 47.    Juror #2 48.    Wallace & Gromit: Vengeance Most Fowl 49.    Oddity 50.    Kneecap 51.    Touch 52.   ��Mayhem! 53.    The Order 54.    In a Violent Nature 55.    Small Things Like These 56.    Twisters 57.    Hit Man 58.    Woman of the Hour 59.    Stopmotion 60.    The Wild Robot 61.    Deadpool & Wolverine

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GRADE B

62.    The Devil’s Bath 63.    The Bikeriders 64.    Sasquatch Sunset 65.    The Lord of the Rings: The War of the Rohirrim 66.    Monkey Man 67.    Last Straw 68.    Abigail 69.    Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga 70.    Tiger Stripes 71.    The Book of Clarence 72.    The Instigators 73.    I’m Still Here 74.    The Coffee Table 75.    The Return 76.    Problemista 77.    Trap 78.    MaXXXine 79.    Love Lies Bleeding 80.    You’ll Never Find Me 81.    Between the Temples 82.    Marmalade 83.    Blitz 84.    Speak No Evil 85.    Asphalt City 86.    Piece By Piece 87.    Wicked Little Letters 88.    We Live in Time 89.    Super/Man: The Christopher Reeve Story 90.    V/H/S/Beyond 91.    The Dead Don’t Hurt 92.    Suncoast 93.    Maria 94.    My Old Ass 95.    Immaculate 96.    The Truth vs. Alex Jones 97.    Cuckoo 98.    Daddio 99.    We Were Dangerous 100.    The Outrun 101.    Infested 102.    Monolith 103.    Azrael 104.    The Last Showgirl 105.    Babes 106.    The Fire Inside 107.    Lisa Frankenstein 108.    Here 109.    Thelma 110.    Queer 111.    Out of Darkness 112.    Y2K 113.    Handling the Undead 114.    Bad Boys: Ride or Die 115.    I Saw the TV Glow 116.    Arcadian 117.    Transformers One 118.    Never Let Go 119.    The Piano Lesson 120.    Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F 121.    Wicked 122.    Gladiator II 123.    Carry-On 124.    Blink Twice 125.    Self Reliance 126.    Fly Me to the Moon 127.    Boy Kills World 128.    Kinds of Kindness 129.    Nutcrackers 130.    Skincare 131.    Ezra 132.    The Front Room 133.    Mothers’ Instinct 134.    Inside Out 2 135.    Omni Loop 136.    Girls State 137.    Beetlejuice Beetlejuice 138.    Your Monster 139.    Babygirl 140.    Mufasa: The Lion King 141.    The Greatest Hits 142.    Horizon: An American Saga - Chapter 1 143.    Magpie

GRADE C 

144.    The People’s Joker 145.    Nightbitch 146.    Road House 147.    Young Woman and the Sea 148.    Am I OK? 149.    Music by John Williams 150.    The Killer’s Game 151.    Oh, Canada 152.    Wolfs 153.    Sting 154.    The Idea of You 155.    Don’t Move 156.    1992 157.    Werewolves 158.    The Killer 159.    The Shadow Strays 160.    Rez Ball 161.    MoviePass, MovieCrash 162.    The Fall Guy 163.    Lee 164.    The End 165.    Godzilla × Kong: The New Empire 166.    The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare 167.    Madame Web 168.    Caddo Lake 169.    Watchmen: Chapter II 170.    Watchmen: Chapter I 171.    Salem’s Lot 172.    The Exorcism 173.    The Watchers 174.    Kill 175.    Jackpot! 176.    Rumours 177.    Damsel 178.    My Spy: The Eternal City 179.    Drive-Away Dolls 180.    IF 181.    Spaceman 182.    Joy 183.    Joker: Folie à Deux 184.    Megalopolis 185.    Monster Summer 186.    Lovely, Dark, and Deep 187.    Bob Marley: One Love 188.    Kraven the Hunter 189.    Moana 2 190.    I Used to Be Funny 191.    Goodrich 192.    September 5 193.    Hold Your Breath 194.    Apartment 7A

GRADE F

195.    The Platform 2 196.    Arthur the King 197.    Shirley 198.    Back to Black 199.    Land of Bad 200.    Poolman 201.    Emilia Pérez 202.    The Room Next Door 203.    I.S.S. 204.    Brothers 205.    Knox Goes Away 206.    Mean Girls 207.    Krazy House 208.    Slingshot 209.    Mr. Crocket 210.    Argylle 211.    Sonic the Hedgehog 3 212.    Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey 2 213.    Afraid 214.    Tuesday 215.    Spellbound 216.    Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths Part Three 217.    Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths Part Two 218.    Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths Part One 219.    The American Society of Magical Negroes 220.    Subservience 221.    Time Cut 222.    Night Swim 223.    Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire 224.    Red One 225.    This Is Me…Now 226.    Despicable Me 4 227.    The Union 228.    Ricky Stanicky 229.    The Beekeeper 230.    Honeymoonish 231.    Hot Frosty 232.    The Deliverance 233.    The Garfield Movie 234.    Lift 235.    Atlas 236.    Trigger Warning 237.    House of Spoils 238.    Borderlands 239.    Tarot 240.    Venom: The Last Dance

Bottom 10

241.    Imaginary 242.    Unfrosted 243.    It Ends With Us 244.    Dear Santa 245.    The Crow 246.    The Strangers: Chapter 1 247.    Harold and the Purple Crayon 248.    Rebel Moon - Part Two: The Scargiver 249.    Dirty Angels 250.    Miller’s Girl

[wendyyyyyyyy]

"Jealous of himself"

Pairing : I.N x fe! reader (established relationship)

Synopsis : You were fangirling over his magazine photoshoot shots only for him to ridiculously get jealous of himself because you were not paying attention to the real him.

Warning : Just pure fluff. No warning at all.

Enjoy!

........

Jeongin was sitting right next to you. Right there.

And yet, you weren’t paying him a single ounce of attention.

No, because in your hands was a magazine—a magazine that contained his latest photoshoot, and you were currently losing your mind over it.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, clutching the magazine dramatically. “Who allowed this?! This should be illegal!”

Jeongin glanced at you, completely confused. “Uh… what should be illegal?”

You ignored him, flipping to the next page. “This entire photoshoot! Are you serious?! How do you even exist looking like this?”

He blinked. “Babe, I’m… literally sitting right next to you?”

You held up the magazine in front of his face. “No, because look at this! Are you seeing what I’m seeing? The jawline? The smirk? The eyebrows? WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT?”

Jeongin scoffed, pulling the magazine down so he could see your face. “I gave me the right? Because, you know, that’s me?”

You ignored him again, flipping to another page. “Oh my god, you’re actually unreal. This belongs in an art museum. No—he belongs in an art museum.”

A beat of silence.

Then Jeongin squinted at you. “…Did you just refer to me as if I’m a different person?”

You waved him off, eyes still glued to the pictures. “Magazine Jeongin just hits different.”

Jeongin let out an incredulous laugh. “I—EXCUSE ME?”

You kept flipping pages, completely entranced. Meanwhile, Jeongin sat there, watching you in absolute disbelief, arms crossed, lips slightly parted like you had just personally offended him.

“I can’t believe this,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m sitting RIGHT HERE, but somehow I’m getting ignored in favor of… me?”

You hummed, barely registering his words. “Ugh, I just love him so much.”

Jeongin gasped. “OH, SO YOU LOVE HIM?”

You finally looked up, blinking at him. “Uh… yeah?”

His jaw dropped. “THE HIM IN THE MAGAZINE?!”

You had to press your lips together to keep from laughing. “I mean… look at him. He’s—”

“Nope.” Jeongin stood up dramatically, shaking his head. “I refuse. I REFUSE to be jealous of MYSELF.”

You finally lost it, bursting into laughter so hard you almost dropped the magazine. “Jeongin, babe, are you seriously mad right now?”

“Yes!” he huffed, crossing his arms. “Because my own girlfriend is simping for a printed version of me while ignoring the real me sitting right next to her! This is actual insanity.”

You wiped away tears from laughing so hard. “Oh, baby, are you pouting right now?”

“I am not pouting.” He was definitely pouting. His cheeks were puffed out slightly, lips pursed, eyes narrowed at you like you had personally betrayed him.

“Aw, my baby’s jealous,” you teased, setting the magazine down and reaching for him.

Jeongin took a step back, dodging your hands. “No. Go cuddle your precious magazine Jeongin.”

You gasped dramatically. “You don’t want my love anymore?”

“I do, but apparently I have competition,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “And the worst part? The competition is ME.”

That sent you into another fit of laughter. “Do you hear how ridiculous you sound?”

He huffed, still acting offended, but you could see the corners of his lips twitching. He was trying so hard not to laugh, but his own jealousy was just too funny to stay mad.

Deciding to push his buttons further, you sighed dreamily. “Honestly… I think I should frame this.” You picked up the magazine again, flipping to your favorite picture of him. “Maybe put it on my nightstand so I can look at him every night before I sleep.”

“Oh, that’s it,” Jeongin groaned, snatching the magazine right out of your hands.

“HEY—”

“You’ve lost magazine privileges,” he announced, holding it above his head where you couldn’t reach.

You whined, trying to grab it back. “Give it back!”

“Nope. You can have me instead.”

You paused, blinking at him. “Wait… so you want me to simp over you in real life?”

He smirked, tucking the magazine under his arm. “Obviously. If you’re gonna drool over me, at least let me see it in person.”

You rolled your eyes, finally giving in and wrapping your arms around his waist. “You’re so dumb.”

“And yet, you love me,” he sang, letting the magazine drop onto the couch so he could pull you closer.

“Unfortunately.”

He gasped. “Unfortunately? Wow. Maybe I should let magazine Jeongin have you then—”

You shut him up with a kiss, effectively wiping the smirk off his face. When you pulled away, he was looking at you, slightly dazed, but with the biggest grin.

“Okay, fine. Real-life Jeongin wins.” you teased, poking his cheek. “Now, go get my magazine.”

“Absolutely not.”

And just like that, your ridiculous boyfriend won the dumbest battle of jealousy in history.

......

Happy belated birthday to our maknae on top 🎂

[valiwrites]

reincarnation ✧.* formula 1

part 2

: ̗̀➛ pairing: formula 1 x senna!reincarnation!male!oc (nico santos) : ̗̀➛ warnings: strong language, people shipping drivers but nothing serious, bromance, hate comments : ̗̀➛ author’s note: i wrote this before and got a lot of hate for it. if it’s not your thing, just scroll past—no need to spread negativity. i didn’t write this just to read mean comments.

: ̗̀➛ smau

danielricciardo ✔︎

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danielricciardo the funniest part was... i had to held him back so he didn't murder anyone yesterday

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user1 reason 727390 why daniel and nico are my fav duo

user2 showed my dad a picture of nico and he said he hasn't seen anything of senna in years i had to explain to him that this is not senna 😭

user3 my mom said that too!! but nico hates being called senna

charles_leclerc i haven't seen nico that mad ever

user4 why is the first picture so wholesome tho omg

user5 because danny is wholesome

user6 nico was ready to commit a whole crime and daniel said ✨no✨

maxverstappen1 i was lowkey scared for my life not gonna lie

user7 danny out here being the emotional support human for a guy who could probably fight god

user8 nah but the way nico looks at daniel in the vid… y’all seeing this or am i delulu

user3 the way his eyes soften when he looks at daniel is so cute

user5 y'all are so delusional he didn't even look at daniel 😭

lando nico was pacing like a dad whose kid just crashed his car 💀

user9 why does every chaotic duo have one guy who keeps the other from getting arrested

user10 danny being the only thing between nico and a felony is so on brand

nicosantos ✔︎

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nicosantos mood after yesterday

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user1 help nico really wanted to throw hands 😭😭

nicosantos you know it

user2 nico has a cat???

user3 it's max's cat lmaoo

user4 he kinda fine

user5 i have been saying that but no one listens to me

user6 the way he just crouched by daniel’s car like it’s some kind of secret mission 💀

user7 lowkey nico should’ve been in the movie ‘mad man on the edge'

user8 no way you can look at them and not see the chemistry. it's so obvious

user9 nah, the way nico looks at daniel in that video is giving ‘you’re mine’ vibes

user10 no wtf don't say that...

user11 why do i feel like nico is totally in love with daniel and he just doesn’t know it yet?

user12 why is everyone suddently shipping them hello

user13 bc daniel hugged nico at the press conference 😭

nicosantos ✔︎

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nicosantos ok, so we look alike. i get it. but let’s be real, i’m not him. just because we share a lot similarities doesn’t mean we’re the same person. i’ve been getting a lot of hate in my DMs, and honestly, it’s getting old. so, can we all just chill and let me live my own life? respect is all i’m asking for

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user1 literally, it’s just a resemblance, relax people

user2 the hate is so uncalled for. nico deserves respect not this mess

user3 people acting like he’s actually senna’s clone, chill out

user4 he's trying really hard to be 🙄

user5 the fact that nico has to explain this is crazy. let him breathe

user6 you can’t just deny the resemblance though, it’s a little weird you’re acting like it’s nothing

nicosantos i’m not denying it, but i’m also not claiming to be someone i’m not. it’s not that complicated

user7 he’s just salty because people keep bringing up senna. get over it

user8 he doesn’t owe anyone an apology for looking like someone. leave him alone

niconews ✔︎

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niconews eyes never lie... this was nico just a day after all the hate he’s been facing recently. in a raw moment during an interview, when asked, "you seem pretty pissed at the situation," he didn’t hold back. nico responded, "well, people stick their noses in everyone’s business without thinking about feelings. i didn’t ask to be born the way i am, i’m just trying to live my life." his voice cracked, and despite trying to hold it together, tears started to form. it was a moment that showed just how much this constant pressure has been affecting him. in a world where we all expect people to be perfect or fit into certain molds, nico's vulnerability spoke volumes.

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user1 it's heartbreaking to see someone so kind and real get treated like this

user2 the pressure he must be under is insane. we forget these are real people

user3 this is so unfair, just let the guy breathe for once

user4 he’s literally milking the whole senna comparison for attention. stop pretending like it’s all ‘the haters’

niconews if you think that’s what this is about, you clearly missed the point

user4 he’s literally crying over people pointing out how much he looks like senna? get over it niconews it’s not about looks, it’s about respect. maybe try understanding that

nicosantos ✔︎

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nicosantos bromance is real

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user1 aww the senna cap

user2 i love nico he's adorable

user3 lando 😭😭

user4 lando is always the funniest person in the group

user5 nico with the senna cap is a whole vibe. love the respect for the legend

user6 this is the kind of bromance we all need in our lives

user7 nico wearing the senna cap but being his own person? love that for him

nicosantos see now i can't tell if you're being sarcastic or fr 💀

user7 i was being fr 😭😭

user8 someone tell lando to stop being this extra, i can’t keep up

[transit-fag]

Hello. I recently visited your presumably fine city, and I have to say, I did not enjoy myself.

I am reminded of a quote from AA (non active): "Principles before personalities."

Seems everywhere I went I was harassed, discriminated against, belittled, kicked out, yes sexually harassed, etc, apparently based on the characteristics of my physical appearance, as I gave no indication of political creed, religious affiliation, life philosophy, personal history, or otherwise. Like come on guys, my fashion sense is not THAT bad.

For example, a barista I interacted with saw fit to yell "no" in my face as I was attempting to order. Like fine, if you feel the need to publicly and preemptively cock block me by loudly stating your negative sexual preference towards my person, and thereby impress friends and bystanders, while letting that fella or lady you truly are smitten with know just how loyal a girl you really can be... I can't stop you. I'm sure they're great. I'm just trying to get some coffee.

Ok ok ok, so now, you (the reader) share a knowing look with the apparently psychic iindividual who tells you what to think and how to act (they obviously know about these things), who then makes a simple gesture accusing me of pedophilia and boom. Game, set, and match. It's over. Why even continue reading?

Not that either you believe what you are saying, but who gives a fuck at this point right? It's just that the look on both your faces reminds me of a smug version of the look my dog gets when he is licking his own butt.

Funny story-up until recently, I worked with an actual convicted child rapist. The genuine article. And let me tell you, he was having a fucking field day with this shit. It's ok, get it all out buddy. That's fine right? He's a part of the movement, and everyone gets something. Well, almost everyone lol;) ;)

Yes sir, it's a real pander fest out there. At an intersection, there is an environmentalist guy and a guy with the unnecessarily large and noisy truck. Given our recent political decision making process, you would think they would be staring daggers, yelling, celebratory coal rolling, etc. No absolutely not. Dudes are falling all over themselves in a mad scramble of trans political endearment. It's so simple!! All we have to do is find the one guy in society who isn't a completely gullible dumbfuck and shit all over him and poof. All problems resolved. Transgressions forgiven. A new age.

I mean, it is somewhat interesting how each of you has an individually unique rationalization for the exact same , identical patterns of hateful and abusive behavior. The tree hugger and the coal roller. Beautiful snowflakes all.

Just kidding, it's actually really easy to just place you in a cliched typology and reverse engineer your justification for participating in fascism lite (tm) based on a presumable self conception. I don't really give a fuck what lies you tell yourself in the mirror. But as your Bob Dylan said, it ain't me babe.

Point being, having superceded the political, as well as all conventional rules of civilized conduct, and or general local culture in your fair city, The Movement (tm) (ha) or whatever the fuck you call it, is the dominant social reality and governing social principle.

AND YOU CANNOT TALK ABOUT IT

Which is fine. You do you. But please cease to labor under the illusion that you still have any translatable values, of any kind, whatsoever. It's not that open harassment or discrimination or whatever, particularly when perpetrated by a group of people in a position of social power, is wrong, per se, right? I mean, it would be interesting to hear any of you attempt to justify yourselves, but unfortunately YOU CANNOT TALK ABOUT IT. It is forbidden. I get it. Its like fight club. That's fair. White guys have made some pretty decent movies.

Let's say you dropped $100k on a liberal arts degree. Here's a chance to exercise some critical thinking in the face of a mass social movement founded on cruelty and open hatred, which is kind of the basic purpose of such a degree. Nope. Let's say it was history. What does this say about your chosen field of study? Hide all evidence right? Or sociology. Beyond your purview. Philosophy. When in Rome? Congratulations.

A lot I could say, but, regarding the preposterous idea that this is jall ust a some organic, spontaneously occurring culture phenomenon (rationalization received from a Christian): 1. Easily forensically disprovable, I'm not even particularly well studied and I know exactly who your master is, where they work, and why, and 2. Shockingly naive, given the power dynamics of the situation, sorry no way are your overlords leaving that kind of money on the table.

I don't really feel like elaborating further other than to say that because you are unable to speak or "go back and forth with me", whatever it is that you are participating in is, on its face, complete bullshit, as you, by both structural and philosophical necessity, lack individual moral and intellectual agency, which is, in fact, and in spite of what you may believe (ask your benevolent dictator), the root of all collective historical human failure. As well as the principle rationale for a liberal arts education. But fuck it right?

So, you spent 100k on education, only to turn around and will yourself into intellectual and moral slavery, and become the object of some corporate marketing psychologist's vanity project? May I wipe my ass with that diploma?

In closing, I don't want to go over the top here and start some kind of song of myself, oh no, but having been treated like human garbage, I feel compelled to state:

In terms of adverse personal experience, I soloed goddamn Annapurna in the snow season, lived to tell the tale, and this is the shit I come back to. You are all useful idiots and your behavior is an insult to the human condition.

Why me? Honestly, because out of everyone in at least the entire western United States apparently, you could literally put a gun to my head and I would not get on whatever bullshit from the literal church of corporate Satan you all are being spoon fed. Which I guess is some sort of crime.

On behalf of myself, humanity, Jesus, the Buddha, the better angels of our nature, all the great ones who came before, rock-'n'-roll, etc, Bellingham, YOUR SCENE SUCKS.

I will enjoy the cold comfort of inner freedom and a righteous cause while watching you abandon any semblance of a coherent value system and continue to lick fascist corporate ass for a bump of cocaine (which I don't think is very punk rock:( )

In solidarity, an actual, working, breathing, locally available, and highly DMable, high 7-ish, cultural dissident.

And, let the bad faith Cassandra treatment begin.

(Unless you are feeling spry big fella. Wanna earn some points???)

UPDATE: You guys, you guys wait!!! I thought of a really good one. The hand gesture thing-that is soooo Hitler

Update to Update: WOW so many responses. I am not able to give each one the time and attention it deserves, so here I will make a brief general reply before sharing something (indeed) very special with everyone.

Briefly perusing these responses, they seemed mostly attempts and bad faith gaslighting (as predicted) along with a sprinkling of salty literary criticism. I, at least, personally, found the gaslighting amusing, because I said you would do it, and you still did it anyway. Lol.

But really, everyone here, myself included, knows that besides "though shalt not speak," like the second rule in the playbook (which apparently descended from Shiva on a ray of light or some shit) is "Just keep doing it," so really this discussion is basically pointless, other than to point out that based on your actions, you are now complicit in an ongoing attempt to manufacture a historical falsehood about our society as it exists today, which, to me, is somewhat mind-blowing and honestly something of a privilege to witness firsthand. Now on to the important stuff.

Driving home today, listening to some predictably tinny, cacaphonous, and emotionally shallow corporate music, it occurred to me: When all this first I was actually pretty afraid. I remember first commenting on this pattern of organized behavior I got so scared I had like a four day flashback, you know the terrors, worries that someone was going come kidnap me and bury me alive somewhere because the shit I talked was so unprecedentedly nasty there was no way it could be allowed to stand, etc.(Which honestly is a pretty scary thought, because just based on the responses I received here it is clear that no one is gonna come looking). But you know, this went on, and the ol shoe never dropped.

I could only speculate that I must have been the subject of some kind of Job-like wager, to see whether I could walk the razors edge between hysteria, due to the gaslighting, on the one hand, and some form of violence, due to the anger at the abusive treatment, on the other. And it went on, and on, and on.

Today I realized that due to recent developments, and in small part because of this post, the terms of the wager have changed (which is good, because turns out, I can do this shit indefinitely, but where's the fun in that?). I am no longer the subject of this wager. No, I am now a party to it.

So, what or who (you may ask), is now then the new subject? What is the nature of this new wager?

The subject, my friends, is you. My fellow citizens. The unwashed (stereotype) masses. The people of Bellingham. The human race.

And what is in question? I guess on my side would be what is known as traditional humanism. Although I am no paragon and did not choose this, this tradition would generally focus on the value of things like honesty, courage, dignity, perseverance, kindness, love etc. which in my opinion are inescapable, and due to my own experiences with hardship, indispensable, and woe be to him who has not felt that light touch some corner of his immortal soul.

The counterargument (I suppose) could (for my purposes) be described as anti-humanist, at least in the traditional sense. I believe that this position holds that the idealization of these traditional virtues breeds discontent and indeed mass violence and war, as humans are inherently somewhat petty, cruel, violent, etc, Overly harmonious, idealized group identities simply displace(?) sublimate (?) (my bad) these tendencies outward, in the form of group based hatred and violence.

Relevant questions: Realistically, are humans capable of self government? Are ideals good? Is the project of the enlightenment practical or desirable?

I would argue that life is basically not worth living in the anti-humanist society, as well as point out that in the more moderate "European" view, this is why we have things like rock climbing or whatever other stupid shit you guys do. Traditional forms of collective action are still necessary, and you can't solve many problems "herding cats."

To some extent this is a matter of taste, but I guess the real question is whether your corporate overlords can succeed in birthing the anti-humanist society and ,indeed, become bigger than Jesus.

You guys aren't helping my case much, but regardless this is the fundamental reality of what is happening right here, right now, plain as day.

I'll end with a plea for collegiately, as I have presented the arguments collegially, mainly out of fear for my personal safety, although we both know, if one thing is true about people from my tradition, it's that we fucking LOVE to party.

The ball is obviously not in my court, as I am alone here in a literal sea of sycophantic assholes, with nothing to defend myself but my rapacious wit, endearing humor, and roguish good looks.

It is ironic though. Me, an actual pariah, and the girl who has it all, arguing across each other. Like, I cannot fucking BELIEVE I am defending you people.

[tinfoil-jones]

Jerk Ford AU: Eloquent as F***

At the end of the day Jerk Ford is still a Stanford Pines, and while he isn’t a theatre kid like his twin brother, he still has a flair for the dramatics just like his canon self.

A little known fact (little known until it’s too late), Jerk Ford is really good with words and wordplay! It's something a lot of his variants don’t usually pick up at first because he speaks to people with casual, common, and crude language.

Here’s an example of how he normally talks to other Fords (and most people):

Another AU Ford: You’re a blight upon the name 'Dr. Stanford Pines'.  Jerk Ford: And you’re a bitch whore, anything else obvious you want to say? Big ego having ass.

It takes a lot to get a rise out of Jerk Ford, because as previously stated you can’t be mean to Jerk Ford, he sees it as a contest of who can be a bigger jerk and he’s always the biggest jerk. In an unforgiving multiverse full of monsters, demons, and aliens, where he’s pretty low in terms of physical abilities just compared to other versions of himself, his wit and biting words were his only real offense and defense. So if really wanted to verbally tear somebody apart, he could.

Here’s an example of a situation where Jerk Ford would flex his real, actual oratory skills:

Not a lot of Fords have asked Jerk Ford about his brother, but a fair portion of the one who actually did questioned why he was so lenient towards his twin brother who ruined his life twice (the college rejection, the portal incident). And usually Jerk Ford would just roll his eyes and say something along the lines of "Why are you worrying about someone else's brother?" Because he knows his alternates don't actually want to see his point of view, they just want to argue against it, because it goes against their own idea about their relationship (or lack thereof) with their Stan.

But, let's say there's a Ford out there who either manages to get a rise out of Jerk Ford, or who is willing to seriously consider an alternate viewpoint (both unlikely).

(The following is specifically if the motion machine is used as an argument)

"I was mad. Of course I was mad! From my perspective, the person I trusted most in the whole world had sabotaged and betrayed me! And I had to take his word for it that it was an accident and not on purpose! We are the same person, of course I know how you felt because I felt the same. Where we differed is that I asked myself a question; do I want to be angry and have my brother, or do I want to be angry and be alone? I chose my brother, and I was angry for a while, and believe me I gave him s**t about it for years, but I got over it. If you asked yourself the same question... you made the wrong f***ing choice, because you chose being right over being happy. That's why you're a genius, with near limitless potential, yet you're still a miserable fool who never got over it. No wonder you don't care about going home. There's only one person who would still be waiting for you all of this time later, and you're still putting your pride first."

---

Reminder that The Artist has a playlist for Jerk Ford. Although this is a playlist about him and not necessarily what he would listen to.

While he likes Kendrick Lamar's music, it's not genre that catches his fancy; he likes artists who are good at wordplay and use inventive lyrics, just happens to fall under rap and hip hop because wordplay is a big part of rap.

[witherby]

Ok ok hear me out.. fluttermouse but she’s angry…? Like yk how dick was an anger tween/teen. Yeah that’s how fluttermouse is, lol

Idk why but every time I read something about a young happy reader, I just imagine them as an angry teenager, that likes to party.

- from urs truly🌊

I'm tryna think about what reasons Flittermouse would have to be genuinely angry, aside from puberty shenanigans. I'm thinking there'd be some conflict amongst the family for their bad habits.

Dick: Gaslighting

He's a really busy guy. You get it! You know this! That's not the part that upsets you! What does upset you is when you finally lock him down to make plans to hang out with your oldest brother and he forgets about it, and when you call him out on that, pretends that there were never any plans to begin with.

Dick doesn't forget things! His mind is a steel trap! If he was supposed to take you to the movies or do some bonding with at a trampoline park, he would've remembered that! Don't get mad at him for things you never confirmed with him, Flitty! You're being irrational, there's always next time!

Tim: Overanalyzation

He's the smartest of your brothers, which you admire! He's also the worst person to talk to about anything you're stressing about!

Can't seem to understand the material you're learning in a class? Tim's gonna tell you that it was never your strong suit anyway. You're better off bribing the teacher for an A and focusing your efforts elsewhere. It's not like you need that skill, either; you're a Wayne, and money will get you the skills you don't have.

Crushing on a boy or girl that doesn't seem to know you exist? Tim's gonna tell you that your current emotional state reflects in poor taste and you'll get over this crush in a couple of months, so there's no sense dwelling on that person anyway.

He's not mean about your struggles, but he doesn't seem to understand that you can't just logic your way into moving on the way that he can.

Bruce + Hal: Time

Sometimes your dad just isn't around. He's Batman, of course his attention is divided between being a hero and being a father, but sometimes you just really fucking wish you could go knock on his door and ask for a hug, instead of crawling into his empty bed to snuggle a pillow instead. It's even worse with Hal, when a mission in space has him gone for months at a time and you miss him so terribly. They've missed a surprising amount of your achievements, moments you can't replicate or get back. At least they have the good graces to be just as upset about it as you are.

Damian: Interest

You love him a lot. You do! You love your whole family and you support their interests and jobs! They just don't necessarily support you back, including Damian.

If something doesn't interest him, he simply won't pay it any mind. When you take up roller skating, he tells you "that's nice" and then focuses instead on what he was currently doing. When you express a desire to try pottery, he puts in enough effort to tell you the best places to get supplies, then stops paying attention. When you deliberately get invested in a hobby he partakes in, he's 1000% down to talk your ear off about it, happy to partake in your shared love for that thing. It's very disheartening.

The only people you don't have significant issues with are Jason and Alfred. Alfred is always around, finding the time to be with you or give you a hug or listen to you vent your educational frustrations or take you somewhere if you ask him to. You try not to bother him too much, knowing his attention is similarly as divided as everyone else's, but he insists that you deserve to take up the same amount of time and space your family does, and will often seek you out himself if he knows you're trying to isolate.

And Jason doesn't let things fester, not like he used to before you came around, so if he senses you may be upset or discontent with him in any way, he's gonna make you talk it out with him and then do what he can to correct it. Some things can't be fixed, you both know that, but others can be improved upon. You don't like how lackadaisical he is with his injuries, so he puts a little extra padding in his armor and wears his helmet more than his half-mask. In turn, he doesn't like you going to Socialite events without any security, so you relent to keeping two guards around when one of your family members can't attend with you despite having the ability to protect yourself just fine.

All in all, your "angsty teen" years are pretty stressful, and do lead to a pretty big blow up at one point. It all works out eventually, though, because your family loves you just as much as you love them.

[bubblegum-bros-sys]

………

I AM DISABLED. AS A DISABLED PERSON, WE ARE, IN FACT, BY AVERAGE SOCIETAL STANDARDS, WEIRD. THATS ALL I WAS SAYING

IM NOT INSULTING ANYONE NOR AM I SAYING YOU HAVE TO AGREE WITH ME I JUST EXPLAINED THAT I PERSONALLY AM CONFUSED ABOUT ALL THE FIGHTING BECAUSE I DONT SEE HOW IT HELPS ANYONE AND BTW WERE ALL WEIRD SO WHY DOES IT MATTER THAT SOMEONE ELSE IS WEIRD IN A DIFFERENT WAY

ITS NOT ABLEIST TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE FACT THAT WE ARE CONSIDERED “WEIRD”

THATS LITERALLY PART OF WHAT MAKES US DISABLED

AND MANY MANY MANY DISABLED PEOPLE ARE OK WITH BEING CALLED WEIRD, ESPECIALLY BY OTHER DISABLED PEOPLE IN A NON DEROGATORY WAY, BECAUSE WERE NOT STUPID, WE KNOW WERE FUCKING WEIRD

AND ONCE AGAIN TO TOP IT ALL OFF YOU DONT EVEN SEEM MAD ABOUT MY ACTUAL POINT, YOURE JUST MAD I CALLED DISABLED PEOPLE “WEIRD” WHICH WE AREEEE

If YOU don’t like being called weird, cool, whatever, my original post was not made DIRECTLY FOR YOU. It was made for other “weird” people with a similar mindset who ALSO don’t get why different “weird” people are FIGHTING ALL THE TIME

LIKE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW

WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE A DISABLED PERSON ACKNOWLEDGING THE FACT THAT DISABLED PEOPLE ARE CONSIDERED WEIRD BY THE AVERAGE SOCIETY IS THE PEAK OF ABLEISM???

AS A DISABLED PERSON, I AM WEIRD AS FUCK, AND PEOPLE CAN DEAL WITH IT, IM NOT OFFENDED BY BEING CONSIDERED WEIRD

Tbh the more “weird” a person is, the more I get confused when they don’t support other “weird” people

Like how can you be a system and alterhuman and objectum and autistic and trans and queer and schizophrenic etc etc but then be anti endo or anti “contradictory” labels

Like

Like dude those are our cousins what are you talking about

You’re weird as fuck why are you complaining about other people being weird in different ways tf

[skzdust]

You Love It When I'm Bringing You Hell

SMUT. MINORS DNI.

To the person who inspired this: hope you like xx

Hope the rest of you like too ;) This is a sequel to I Want You To Want For Me

Title from "Complex" by Xana.

Summary: You and Minho have another day where you're entirely his.

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Includes: free use, shower sex, kitchen sex, fingering, clit stimulation, chef Minho, riding, begging, EDGING, sharpies teehee

Word count: 1.5k

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Masterlist

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You tested the shower with your hand, feeling how hot it was. You were satisfied with the scorching temperature, so you got in, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax.

Your shower was your favorite part of your morning routine. You loved feeling clean to start off the day, and the hot water felt so nice.

Your eyes flew open as the bathroom door opened. You peeked past the curtain. “Hello?”

“Hi, baby.” Minho was standing there, taking off his shirt. Your eyes went wide as you saw his chest.

“Joining me?”

“Yeah.” He looked at you, his smile falling. “You’re mine today, remember?”

You had, in fact, remembered. You’d been counting down to it, in fact.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be right there.” He waved at you, and you got back into the water, trying for about two seconds to breathe and ignore the sensations rushing to your pussy at the thought of what was about to happen. But then Minho stepped into the shower, his cock already hard, and you threw that idea out the window.

You met his eyes, and he put a hand behind your head, stroking the hair behind your ear for a second. His face was tender, and you were almost fooled for a second that he wasn’t going to rail you within an inch of your life.

Minho’s hand slid down, behind your neck, and he pulled you into a kiss. You moaned softly, opening your mouth so he could lick into it.

His other hand moved to your waist, then started to trail further down until he was gently circling your clit.

“Ugh, Minho.” You moaned. “Need more.”

“The way I see it, I get to set the pace.” He said with a snicker. “And you’re gonna be patient for now.”

He continued to kiss you, his hand tangling in your hair, pulling at it harder until your moans had grown from soft to desperate. “Minho…”

“Calm down.” He murmured. “Be a good girl for me and be patient.”

Your body was growing hotter and hotter, and it got even worse as he pushed a finger inside you. You felt so tightly coiled that perhaps just the right motion from Minho would have you coming. You hoped it would, you hoped he’d send you over the edge, holding you close and continuing to kiss you. You’d moan into his mouth as you came, and he’d stroke your hair, and—

He pulled his fingers out of you, smirking. “You were close, weren’t you?”

“Shut up and let me cum!” You whined.

“Ah-ah, that’s not what an obedient slut says.” He licked his fingers off, then held them up to the water to wash your remaining juices off. “A good girl doesn’t talk back.”

“I—”

“No.” He said firmly. “No. You don’t disagree with me.” He stepped out of the shower, and you were worried for a second he was genuinely mad. You bit your lip.

“I’m gonna leave a sharpie here. Put a tally above your left hip.” He said, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“What’s that for?”

“The amount of times you’ve been edged today.”

You shivered, despite the heat of the water.

—

You were sitting in the living room, reading your book, when an amazing smell began to waft out of the kitchen.

“Minho, what are you making?”

“Come in here!”

You walked into the other room, smiling as you saw your chef of a boyfriend stirring something on the stove. “Ooh, what’s that?”

“Pasta recipe of my own invention. Can you do some dishes for me real quick?”

“Yeah, of course.” You rolled up your sleeves and went to the sink, noting a few bowls that had already been stacked in it.

A few minutes later, you heard the burner click off, and the clink of metal as Minho moved the pot.

“Is it ready?” You looked over at him.

“It just has to sit for a second.” He smiled. “So we should do something for a second.”

You knew exactly what Minho wanted. “You know, I think I should try to get these dishes done.”

He shrugged. “Fine by me.”

You returned to the sink, but soon there were arms encircling your waist, and Minho was kissing up your neck. “Just because you want to do dishes doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun.”

You sighed as he bit a hickey into the soft skin of your shoulder. “Fuck, Minho.”

He continued to tease you for a little longer before you could feel his cock at your entrance. “Please.”

“Please what?” He teased.

“Please fuck me.” You whispered.

“Oh, well, we wouldn’t want the food getting cold, and the dishes seem to be done.” You could feel him pull back, and hear the zipper of his fly.

“I hate you.” You groaned.

“No, you don’t. Come on, lets’ have lunch!”

You rolled your eyes, but joined him at the table.

“By the way,” he said as he set down your bowl, “put a tally for that one. I know it’s not quite edging, but close enough, right?”

—

“Minho!” You called into the other room. “Help me pick the movie, I don’t know what to watch.”

He walked in, holding a bowl of popcorn. “It’s your night to pick, I can’t help you.”

“Yes, you literally can.”

“No, I literally can’t.” He laid down next to you, propping the popcorn between you.

“Please?”

“Just put something on, baby.”

You sighed and picked something from your watchlist that looked vaguely interesting, some fantasy art heist thing.

As the opening credits started, you snuck a glance at Minho. He looked alert, like he was waiting for something.

You reached for the popcorn, and suddenly he was on top of you, his knees on either side of your hips.

He reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to reveal the two tally marks on your left hip: one from the shower, one from the kitchen. “This is too few.” He mused.

“No, actually, I think it’s too many, don’t I deserve to come?” You raised your eyebrows.

“And that is exactly why you don’t deserve to come.” He smirked. “Someone hasn’t learned anything.”

He got off of you, laying down on his back where he’d been before. “Ride me.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. You hurried to pull your skirt up, and you hadn’t bothered with underwear all day. Minho unzipped his pants, but left you to do the rest. Your hands shook as you pulled them and his boxers down.

He was hard, as he had been all night. You sank down on his cock with a loud moan. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, that’s a good slut.” He breathed. “So tight around me, fuck.”

You began to move up and down, fucking yourself on his cock. He reached so deep inside you, you whined and moaned with each movement.

“Feel good?” He asked, reaching over to touch your thigh.

“Yes.” You panted.

“Good, tell me when you’re close.”

You continued to ride him, and he continued to comment.

“Good little slut.”

“Pretty thing, keep going for me.”

“So fucking tight for me.”

You were so into it you were on the edge before you knew it. “Minho, I’m going to come.”

“Stop.” He said, and you paused where you were.

“What?”

He looked at you like it was obvious. “You’re not allowed to come.”

“Aw, please?”

He laughed. “You’ll have to beg better than that if you really want it.”

“Please.” You whimpered. “Please, Minho, can I cum? Please? I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

He considered for a moment. “Hm, fine, I’ll let you come if you can edge yourself five times.”

“Five?”

He nodded. “Anything, right?”

You whined. “Fine, five times.”

By two, your knees were dead, so Minho flipped you over and began to fuck into you himself, biting your neck and shoulders as he went. You moaned and shivered under his attentions, pushing your hips up into him. “Jesus, Minho, more…”

He made a tally himself on your hip every time you lost an orgasm. It felt like an eternity, but you got up to five, making seven total.

“Please, can I cum now?” You begged, shaking under the duress of being edged five times.

“Yes, you’ve been so good for me.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, and you smiled.

“Thank you, Minho.”

“‘Course, baby.”

He fucked you even harder than he had before, his hand coming down to play with your clit.

Your orgasm hit quickly, washing over you like a tide. You moaned and writhed on the bed, and it felt like fireworks were going off all through you.

You fell limp. “So good.”

He kissed you gently, still inside you. “Beautiful girl. I’m glad you feel good.”

You felt him draw a mark on your right hip, and then he pulled back and kept going. “Now, we’re going to see if we can get those numbers to match.”

You moaned as he began to fuck you again.

[pilot-boi]

So I know this is probably a really out of date question.

What are your headcanons for Jinder after they get out of the ever after?

If you already did this, sorry, and disregard

AFTER Jinder gets out of the Ever After?

Well first of all, we need to establish what happens to them IN the Ever After. And heads up, this REALLY really got away from me

Jaune and Cinder’s souls never mesh, even when trapped in one body for decades. They each hate themselves and each other too much to truly sync (which then rebounds back on itself and makes it all worse)

Jaune hates Cinder and himself for killing Penny, for killing Pyrrha. Cinder hates Jaune for trapping her here, for helping Winter steal the powers, for getting in her way. They hate each other, and they hate themselves. With that much bad energy trapped in “one” head, it’s really a wonder they dont destroy themselves long before RWBY lands

The worst part, for Cinder, is the sorrow she can feel from Jaune’s ocean of a soul. Not for himself, for her. Even though she can feel his hatred, she can also feel how his soul can’t help but try to heal her

The worst part, for Jaune, is the terror he can feel from Cinder’s tattered remains of a soul. Terror at being trapped, and worst of all terror at the lack of control she has in this situation (The Grimm arm is missing. Will it come back if they unfuse? Can her soul handle the strain of that?) Even though he can feel her rage, he can also feel that Cinder has been terrified every day of her life

So they never truly mesh. Jaune’s soul keeps her trapped to protect the Afterans (and to protect her) Cinder’s soul clings to his to harness his Aura (and to protect herself)

Phenomal power, more Aura than any person to walk Remnant and nitro boosted Maiden powers on top of that. But their minds are fractured. Two souls were never meant to be trapped together for this long. The Wildfire Knight is truly a volatile force

Mentally, Jaune and Cinder actually come to an accords of sorts (twenty years of absorbing the thoughts and fears of another person will do that). The stepping stone for them for not battling in their minds constantly was their realization that they both want the same thing: To leave the Ever After

And eventually they do. There’s shenanigans along the way (I can’t recap all of V9 in this post, it would take too long)

When Ruby runs, Jinder is the first to find her

Their anger compounded against itself and they screamed at their friend-nemesis. Jaune’s guilt makes them stand, Cinder’s determination makes them move. The Maiden powers speed them after Weiss Schnee (Why did she stay? Why does she care?) They reach her, pass her, and dive into a dilapidated mansion

(Why did they dive between the Cat’s claws and Ruby’s unprotected chest? Why did they curl around the girl’s battered, screaming form and shield them from the Mad Hatter’s onslaught? Why didn’t they move faster? Why did they care? Why did it take this long to do something right with their life?)

Jinder finds themself standing in front of the Blacksmith

A Young Explorer left her knife for them. A shining blade to cut through the rusted chains binding two souls together. And for the first time in decades, Jaune and Cinder are alone in their heads

It’s not ascension. Not really. It’s more like rebirth

Jaune got to be the hero he wanted to be, but realized that he ran from the person he wanted to be along the way. Cinder got to be strong as she wanted to be, but realized that she was blinded by fear along the way

Jaune chooses to love. Cinder chooses to hope

When they open their eyes, they’re both as they remember before falling into the Ever After plus a few changes

Jaune has white streaks in his hair, and his leg is now missing as Jinder’s was. A humming white and gold prosthetic attaches in its place, melding so seamlessly that he can’t tell where flesh ends and synthetics begin. He can feel the fabric of his jeans, the pressure of his boots, even the warmth of his socks. He doesn’t know why he’s surprised. The Blacksmith forges people, a false leg must be easy as breathing to her

Cinder has hair streaks of her own, and she definitely doesn’t choke up when she sees that the Grimm arm is gone, she’s free. Wait, but something is different. She blinks, waves a hand in front of her face, blinks again, moves her head back and forth, and only then realizes that she has both eyes. A smooth glowing orb like a coal sits in her eye socket, surrounded by scar tissue like a starburst

They appear beside the Blacksmith’s forge together. Separate, but together. Yang, Blake, and Weiss are all immediately on guard when Cinder appears, but Ruby seems strangely at ease

Of course. She’s the only one among them who knows how liberating this feels

They’re apart now. They no longer feel another presence in their heads. They no longer feel a weight draining their soul, crushing their minds

Jaune and the others gather in front of the portal, and Weiss takes Jaune’s hand, interlocking their fingers and smiling up at him. Cinder rolls her eyes when he starts to cry and wraps the heiress in a hug. If there’s been one constant, it has been Jaune’s over emotionality

What she doesn’t expect is for Weiss to offer her other hand to Cinder, in a way that’s clear this is no accident, this is a deliberate decision. A snowflake trusting a fire not to burn it

Schnee’s blue eyes are ice cold, but somehow they’re warmer than Salem’s fire-red ones have ever been. She’s shorter than Cinder, slight, small, but somehow she’s a rock to the knight clutching her hand. Cinder remembers how easy it was to skewer her like a butterfly to a board. She also remembers how Jaune felt watching that happen.

Jaune is still holding the heiress’s other hand, and for once Cinder doesn’t scoff at the open expression on his face. He trusts her. He trusts her. Somehow, despite everything, despite the pain she’s brought him that she can still feel in the recesses of her mind, Jaune Arc trusts her

And Jaune Arc trusts Weiss Schnee. And Cinder lets the hope she chose guide her decision. She will not let fear take any more of her than it already has

Cinder takes Weiss’s hand, her real human hand touching another person for the first time in decades. Weiss’s face is impassive, but she seems proud, somehow. A first step. Why does she feel like she’s lighter than air?

The portal blazes in front of them.

Jaune and Cinder stand separated, apart, but held together. They’re really here. They never dared to believe it would happen, even as they fought day and night to get here

They’re finally going home. To love and hope, and fight and die. But that’s what being human is. And somehow, despite falling through worlds and fractured minds, they might actually get a chance to do the one thing they both agreed upon

Jaune and Cinder will live

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY NEVE GALLUS - PARTY BANTER *  assorted banter from dragon age: the veilguard

we're under fire! look out!

i've got you covered.

that's one way to handle it!

we're getting somewhere!

might want to stay quiet.

well, isn't that a treat?

i'll take your word for it.

you helped me as much as i helped you.

do i want to know where this is going?

what do you need?

guess i'm still stunned.

it's easier to hide.

a stake out's easier in the dark.

does it bother you?

it'll be just like old times.

you ran into him?

he was the meanest pie maker i ever met.

what was it doing in the middle of a crowded market?

where's the truth start and the rest begin?

that's how the whole job started.

i heard you and [name] arguing.

sounded like you were ready to kill each other.

i get why you're worried about [name].

we need both sides of the coin to have a shot at this.

the place has quite the atmosphere.

i heard it from a friend of a friend's cousin.

fair enough.

they seem like the types to enjoy a spooky story or two.

is fighting monsters about the hunt or about the victory?

you've got a funny idea of fun.

are we going to sell flowers?

guilt comes out in funny ways.

you hear something different?

you know [name]. probably sprained an ankle.

you want to know if i've tried it myself.

you keep things quiet.

he walked into my office.

there's a case. i've got a lead.

i'm not sure yet, but i'll get back to you.

you don't need magic for that.

i'm connected. whether it's well connected depends on who you ask.

i probably know someone.

that step's a formality.

someone's always willing to take a chance.

who's going to stop it?

you wonder why i'm busy.

someone's been visiting the fancy part of town.

i'm a sucker, that's all.

right, should have guessed.

you've done well for yourself since.

i wasn't trying to pry before about where you came from.

i just notice things.

might even get some sleep tonight!

for that, i'm sorry.

you'll give it your best shot.

i'll take your word for it.

you think they'll come through?

are you getting used to your new abilities?

you're getting the hang of those powers.

this should be interesting.

i watch everyone.

we don't know that.

we'll manage something. might even make it out alive.

that would make sense.

if you ask the question, maybe i can answer it.

are you mad at me for something i did in a dream?

you know him better than i do.

i'd hate for assassins to find me predictable.

don't flatter yourself too much.

i don't trust anyone on first meeting and i keep an eye on everything.

you're just so serious.

it wasn't personal.

does this mean you trust me less?

you don't have to.

find me at midnight and we'll test the theory.

it was your call to make.

i might have a weakness for seafood and candlelight.

we have our moments.

my work leads me to strange places.

you're not bad to work with.

thanks for noticing. not everyone does.

isn't this exciting?

you've got me there.

i've got the feeling i've missed something.

[thecircularsystem]

Let’s try this (a THIRD time ffs) during my 30 minute lunch:

Responding to this post, not linking because clearly this user didn’t wanna interact lol.

My response is going to be much briefer and less informative this time because I have spent way too long trying to write this, so let’s just bullet point it:

The terms CDD systems use (I’m assuming you mean parts, system, and alter) have been shared for over 40 years at this point. In reference to plurality, the Natural Multiplicity Movement (as flawed as it was) came from the CDD community. They were one and the same before the mass divide of non-disordered plurality breaking off. I’m not saying it was without its problems, obviously, but the terms have always been shared.

Moreover, these terms have been shared with IFS since its inception. Yet I don’t see anyone making a fuss about singlets calling themselves parts or systems. The terminology was taken directly from the idea of parts working together, just like the modern usage of system.

The original usage of the term “system” wasn’t even community based; from what I saw, it was more so focused on the neurological aspect of neural pathways working together. If you want to be salty about people misusing terms, the entire community is using system in a non-medical way at this point.

Endogenic systems did create their own terminology. CDD systems co-opted the language. Collective, plural, fictive, factive, and headmate, just off the top of my head, were all coined by pro/endo systems, and many of them coined explicitly to avoid more medicalized language. Then CDD systems began using it, and anti-endo systems even yelled at endogenic systems for then using their own terminology, such as plural and fictive. If we want to be upset about terminology being “stolen,” then be upset at anti-endos as well.

Using the same terminology does not mean someone is saying they’re exactly the same. An individual who says they experience intrusive thoughts is not saying they’re OCD. An individual saying they’re hyperfixated does not mean they’re saying they have autism. An individual saying they’re a system does not mean they’re saying they have a CDD. They can make a comparison — “my system is similar to a CDD system” even — without implying they’re one-to-one.

To connect to the previous point — I see myself as similar to my singlet partner. I see myself as similar to my endogenic friends. I use the same terminology I’ve seen used for those with ADHD. I am not a singlet, endogenic, or a pwADHD. Yet I can relate to those experiences to some degree! When did people start getting mad that humans can relate to each other? /genq

Lastly; I’m pretty sure I’m working with a different definition of gaslighting here. Gaslighting, afaik, is when a person in a position of (real or perceived) power over another convinces their victim that the factual truth of an event is false, causing them to question their perception of things. Endogenic systems do not hold any power over me? Them using system terminology isn’t them challenging my perception? Genuinely so confused how this would be considered gaslighting.

[babyjinsu]

[r/Unsent_Unread_Unheard] i found the pieces of love that are not mine.

PAIRING ⟢ sungchan jung x fem!reader

GENRE ⟢ reddit au, written, angst, just sungchan as your husband

SYNOPSIS ⟢ what is a husband to do, when he finds a box containing memories of his wife's dead lover? he expresses it on r/Unsent_Unread_Unheard.

STATUS ⟢ completed!

💭 dude ok im so.. i hope u guys love this as much as i do :(

[r/Unsent_Unread_Unheard] i found the pieces of love that are not mine. posted by u/chan01 • 5h ago

i'm not sure what to feel about this whole situation. i should have never opened the box. you hid it for a reason and i don't know why i let my curiousity get the best of me.

i wasn't even looking for it, i swear. i was just cleaning and moving things around to make space to put our baby's crib in our bedroom, and then i saw the box-- tucked away so neatly under the bookshelf.

i shouldn't have opened it. if i had known it would hurt me this much, i never even would have touched it.

i've always known about the existence of your ex boyfriend, even though you never told me; and i know you never knew i knew. i know he died several years ago from a car accident on his way home from work. and i know that for seven years, his mother has still been reaching out to you to talk about her son and you guys meet up sometimes.

i always thought you were just being kind-- helping her heal and cope from the loss of her child but no. i think. in some ways, you still want to be connected to your dead lover.

the box was filled with movie tickets, love letters, dried flowers, photographs, and everything that reminded you of what it used to be. your diary was filled with nothing but him, grieve, love, and longing. your last entry was a few years ago. we were married then. maybe you're over him now, with our baby on the way.

he's been gone for years, yet he's still lingering around your mind and our home. he's in the way you write about him, in the way you keep your memories tucked safely from me like it's sacred and untouchable. he's in the way you grieve and in the way you pray for him.

i can't even be mad or hurt because you're not cheating on me. you can't cheat on me with someone no longer here. you're not lying to me because i never asked about him. i didn't want to remind you of him. you're not even doing anything wrong. you just... you just can't let go. you're just grieving of a love ended too sudden and too soon.

and i know you love me. i know you love me because you said yes when i asked if i could be your husband for life. i know you love me because you laugh at my bad jokes. i know you love me because i've heard you talk about me to the stray cats and in the way you pulled me closer in your sleep. you chose me.

but you love him too.

and if it's not love, it's grief. but that's love too. love that is unspent and has nowhere to go. grief is your love preserved and you must've loved him so much to grief this long. and i fear it will forever remain with you, unexpressed, unspoken, implicit, intimate.

i can't compete with a ghost yn. i can't compete for your love with someone who has been idealised in death. i can't fight with someone who has no body. i can't ask you to forget, to erase, to call it off, to let him go.

oddly enough, i don't know why i wish he was still alive. but if he was, i wouldn't have had this chance to be your husband. but if he was...

do i pretend like i don't know? that you still visit his grave from time to time? how do i convince myself that the person you love now is me? i love you so much yn, as much as it hurts.

even if i'll probably never have all of you, the parts of you that i do, those are everything to me. and for that, i'll keep on loving you and the parts that are not mine to have.

💭 aaa i know i'm not finished with the first riize reddit series yet, but this is another series that i'm not sure what to call yet but it's angst mostly. i love angst... aah...

[coquettecouture]

How to: Make Valentine’s Day your day!

As spring begins to approach us, there’s one holiday that lingers. Valentine’s Day. The dreaded holiday for singles, and the sweetest for those who aren’t. Valentine’s day may seem scary but with my help it can actually be fun! From one single girl to another, the day doesn’t have to be about romance! A day of romance can easily be the day to celebrate pink, hearts, candy and any love! Platonic or Romantic! And here are some different things to do to make the day special for you and only you. After all, self love is the most important kind!

Self-care!

From everything showers to face masks, a self care night is the perfect end or beginning to a day of celebrating yourself. Feeling clean not only makes you feel ready to take on the world, it also helps you feel more pampered. One of the easiest ways to destress is to take care of your mind, soul and body. Whether it be with a nap or with a hair mask, try to find your inner peace. Slip on a robe, do a face mask and take care of yourself!

There is no better day than Valentine’s Day to fall in love with yourself! That includes the nitty gritty self-care. Even something as simple as a hair mask and painting your nails your favorite shade of pink can boost your mood! My favorite Valentines remedies are my favorite chocolates, a nice steamy shower, and my favorite pajamas as I watch a cheesy film. Find any type of self-care that brings you joy, and I promise you’ll feel better than ever.

Movies!

My favorite part of Valentine’s Day aside from the candy is the movies! Romance is my favorite genre whether it be books or cinema, and Valentine’s day is the perfect day to enjoy it to its fullest! Whether you like horror or romance, Valentine’s Day has you covered!! Especially with all of the new releases, you are sure to find something!!

My lineup this year is, Valentine’s Day (2010), My Bloody Valentine, 10 things I hate about you and Emma!! With the new movie releases this year such as Bridget Jones: Mad about the boy and Heart Eyes, there is definitely something out there for everyone. Grab some snacks and pop in your favorite cheesy film!

Snacks!

In my opinion, the very number one thing on this list will be all of the delicious snacks you receive and can make! The pressure of the season is so high, watching your friends get chocolates and flowers. However, why be down when you can get it yourself! There is a stigma around people alone for holidays, but I say screw them all! Buy yourself that chocolate bear you were eyeing, and make those cookies you have saved for a special occasion! Life is too short to dwell on what you don’t have.

The most comforting snacks on Valentine’s Day is of course chocolate everything. From the boxes to strawberries to edible arrangements, there is one common denominator. Chocolate! A personal favorite is the Ghirardelli Valentine's chocolate covered strawberry hearts, and Russell Stover’s 17 piece assortment box! Let me know if you try them or what you receive in the comments!

Hang out with friends!!

What better way to spend a day of love than with your closest friends? Tell them you love them! Who says love needs to be romantic? Spending time with friends beats boyfriends any day in my opinion. There are some times in life where all you have are your friends, and knowing they are with you makes the world feel easier to handle. Hosting a Galentine’s party or even just having a sleepover with your best friend can make a world of difference to how you spend the day.

Some things I will be doing with my best friend is mainly eating all of the chocolate we can get our hands on. After that though, we’ll watch a movie and just spend time together!! Whether you decide to make fun games and go drinking, or stay inside and talk it all has the same message. Love your friends and they’ll love you back! Let them be your rock and find love wherever it may be!

In conclusion…

I sincerely hope that this how to finds you and helps you feel a little less alone on this holiday season! There’s so much love in the air and whether you have someone or no one, there is someone who loves you on this blog. Me! If anyone needs a friend, or a stranger to talk to please don’t hesitate to message me!

Love is all around, but it is also within you. Spread the peace and joy you want to receive to others! Compliment a strangers hair, or make friends in the lunch line. The day of love brings so much unnecessary stress to people’s lives and that doesn’t have to be you! Love or no love, boyfriend or girlfriend or none, this does not define you or your worth. What truly matters is who you are and what you do with that! Happy Valentine’s Day my loves! As always leave a comment below if you have any suggestions or recommendations and stay cutesy! I love you all! 🩷

[freewilllife]

Viktor’s commune always gave off creepy vibes, but for me, the path it was taking became crystal clear at the start of ep6. That first scene basically spells out the extent of Viktor’s corruption and how far his actions and mindset are from any kind of altruism.

@jaybejaybeyes Personally, I interpret this after having some conversations as "Victor´s dream come true".

Indeed, it is a sort of corruption, but it seems Victor is actually well-meaning here.

And look at Viktor's face when it happens. That’s not horror. That’s not astonishment. That’s not grief. It’s… mild annoyance, I'd say?

Why should he grieve Salo´s death? I am just curious. They are neither friends, nor related. Victor "healed" them, but that doesn´t make him Jesus.

He may consider himself responsible in a way, but I doubt, that he became suddenly all-loving.

And that’s the thing about Viktor’s commune — it was never about the people who joined it. It was never about understanding them, helping them, or connecting with them. It was all about Viktor’s desperate need to be in control, about his refusal to confront suffering, pain, and all the messy, complicated parts of being human. From the very beginning, it was about Viktor going, “well, the end justifies the means”, but there’s nothing kind or humanistic about that philosophy, because it always comes at the expense of people’s lives. The end never justifies the means.

Nope, you are definitely wrong. Victor indeed has wished to make the lives of the people better with "hextech" , was even more outspoken, that he did not wish to create weapons and I guess that this commune is literally, how he envishioned it. There is corruption...but it is the arcane at work here. And maybe even in Jayce case.

There can be a conversation to be had, if the people are already dead or are still alive...but what is undoubtly true...The whole commune is dependant on Victor.

People can be both...Yes, Victor wanted to stay alive, but he is not a control-freak...And surely not a guy, who thinks that the "the end justifies the means". I mean, isn´t it funny, that the solution Victor is conviced of, plays in the hands of the arcane, which obviously has a will of its own?

It is literally right there...that the arcane heavily influenced and manipulated Victor, and most likely also Jayce.

The end never justifies the means.

That is an oversimplification. There are cases, where the end literally justifies the means.

And honestly, I was surprised to see how many people were mad at Jayce for blasting Viktor at the end of that episode. In my opinion, by then, it was quite clear that Viktor didn’t care much about his Arcane-modified toys. He wasn’t even pretending he did. Salo wasn’t a person to him. None of them were. They were just tools, stepping stones for his glorious evolution. And all of that was right there in the first scene of ep6.

Oh, that is interesting. Did suddenly "the end justify the means" or becomes murder a great deed, if the right character is killed?

In contrast, Victor tried to be responsible for his commune and tried to protect them, literally dying. I am sorry, but I am not sure, why you suddenly jump to such conclusions?

I still feel like we were ROBBED of that whole arc, watching Viktor descend to this. Because he gives a shit about Vander, so it's not like he's totally unempathetic--like he's still Viktor. It's just that from the start of the commune up to this point, Viktor has been going through a slow descent into madness from not having a single actual person to talk to who isn't completely bound to him in some way. There is nobody to question him and everyone is relying on him constantly.

@straysparks Yes, the influence of the arcane gets stronger.

Viktor is deeply empathetic but also vulnerable to megalomania, and having a whole group of people worship you for months on end is gonna get to your head eventually even if you really really really hate the idea. Which I think we can be pretty certain he does at first, unless you subscribe to the idea that the Hexcore is really majorly influential to his personality change.

Both, but why should this not be the case? The arcane has a will of its own and can be vicious if challenged. Victor was literally drowned in it and hears a voice the moment he wakes up...Of course, he is being changed/manipulated to a certain degree. When Ekko literally broke the armour, Victor woke up and realized, what he had done...This moment of "waking up" does not make much sense, if the arcane has not played a major role in the corruption process.

Because people being wrong are rarely persuaded by violence alone.

I think his disconnection from his empathy is driven by a need to get away from the closeness of the commune members. He's an extremely private person and he gets virtually no space or time to himself for months on end. Seeing the commune members as cogs in a machine is a coping strategy and I must stress that there is NO ONE to check him on this.

Or he already knows deep down , that they are already dead? He does care for them, but I mean, he is literally not Jesus, has hardly any personal attachment to them. In fact, Victor had always difficulties in that area.

Hexcore influence is convenient to the narrative, but Viktor's character is set up in such a way that his behavior here isn't even out of character given a particular series of events which we KNOW happen, we just don't see them on screen. It's ooc if you assume Viktor doesn't change between the times we see him on screen, but that's the thing, he DOES.

The hexcore influence is not just convenient, it literally explains so much...Look here:1,2

I saw the light after reading those posts. Nope, Victor does not suddenly become mad or cold for no reason, he literally is partly mind-controlled.

Viktor’s commune always gave off creepy vibes, but for me, the path it was taking became crystal clear at the start of ep6. That first scene basically spells out the extent of Viktor’s corruption and how far his actions and mindset are from any kind of altruism.

Think about it: Viktor sees Jayce kill Salo through Salo’s eyes. He’s connected to Salo but doesn’t even try to comfort him, verbally or mentally, or ease his pain with magic in his final moments. He just stands there, watching. Waiting for Salo to die, staring at Jayce. The only time he flinches is when Jayce lunges forward, and Salo dies abruptly — his vision cuts to black.

And look at Viktor's face when it happens. That’s not horror. That’s not astonishment. That’s not grief. It’s… mild annoyance, I'd say?

Like, ugh. Jayce didn’t get it. He didn’t appreciate my work. And now he’s also destroyed one of my puppets. Sounds pretty frustrating, doesn't it, Viktor?

Then Sky says, “poor Salo”, and Viktor? Immediately pivots to, “That’s not Jayce. It’s another will at work within him”. And a moment later, he’s fascinated by the Anomaly. Salo’s gone, and no one spares him an extra thought.

And that’s the thing about Viktor’s commune — it was never about the people who joined it. It was never about understanding them, helping them, or connecting with them. It was all about Viktor’s desperate need to be in control, about his refusal to confront suffering, pain, and all the messy, complicated parts of being human. From the very beginning, it was about Viktor going, “well, the end justifies the means”, but there’s nothing kind or humanistic about that philosophy, because it always comes at the expense of people’s lives. The end never justifies the means.

And honestly, I was surprised to see how many people were mad at Jayce for blasting Viktor at the end of that episode. In my opinion, by then, it was quite clear that Viktor didn’t care much about his Arcane-modified toys. He wasn’t even pretending he did. Salo wasn’t a person to him. None of them were. They were just tools, stepping stones for his glorious evolution.

And all of that was right there in the first scene of ep6.