#are you jay!? 👀

[justplaggin]

a vision

[ohgreat-moretapes]

Tim I noticed a lot of indigenous patches on your jacket, are you Native?

Idk what my dad was 'cause I never knew him, but yeah my mom is (or... Was.. I guess..) Muscogee, the tribe native to the part of Alabama I'm in.

If I remember correctly she came to Alabama from Oklahoma (where a lot of Natives were displaced to in the 1800s) to "get back to her roots."

But yknow, I was separated from her in childhood (which tbh is upsettingly common for Native families) and I was raised in a very white very Catholic asylum so I'm not as connected to the culture as I'd like to be.

-Tim

[lunabug2004]

Mike Wheeler Needs A Hug (and not one that he initiates)

I saw someone say that when people claim Mike doesn’t receive comfort it’s a complete lie because he hugs Karen and Hopper, and yes, to an extent this is true. He does receive (physical) comfort multiple times throughout the show. But the problem is that he receives it too late and he’s almost always the one who initiates it. Even with these two factors alone, we can still come to the conclusion, just like he probably has, that no one cares about his issues.

Karen only hugs him in seasons 1&3 because he came into the house upset and in obvious need of support, he was hurting so much that he let his usual walls fall down (at least partially, we don’t ever actually see him open up). Hopper only hugs him in s2 because he was literally bursting at the seams and in obvious need of support. Of course, this is also after Hopper yells at him for being completely reasonably upset.

He has to make his emotions very obvious before anyone will comfort him because no one pays enough attention to notice his silent suffering. Every time he’s received (physical) comfort he’s either asked for it by letting his walls down almost willingly (s1&3) or his walls unwillingly breaking down (s2).

This is why we say Mike has not really received comfort. Because he shouldn’t have to (essentially) ask for it, that makes it almost meaningless.

[thefangirlinsideofme]

man rewatching the early seasons of ninjago is so fun because it's constantly like "there's something i haven't told you" "there are still so many secrets to unlock" "i'm looking forward to the future"

and i'm sitting in front of the tv, giggling, squealing, kicking my feet like

oH YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA

[duusheen]

we made each other happy, Jay

[butchnavi]

so i'm trying to be friends with this girl, and we talked for the first time last night, AND KAVYA

SHE IS ANTI MODI

LGBTQ ALLY

POSSIBLY QUEER HERSELF

MODI ANTI

i think i struck a goldmine bc aint nooo wayyy i actually found someone like her at my own school

LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO YOU NEED TO BE BEST FRIENDS WITH HER KEEP ME UPDATED ON YOUR FRIENDSHIP DEVELOPMENT

[smimon]

Omg how will Bojan react to giant k 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀. The more k the better (worse, he’s so gone) for bojan. He will die, cause of death overload of vitamin k. I mean they went absolute nuts about each other. 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

And mikke!!!!!! With his giant lil brother. As someone who is the oldest but also shortest (my lil brother is close to two meters and still growing) I feel that. No matter how tall he’s gonna be, he’s always gonna be my lil brother. 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹.

(Sorry for the spam) 😅

(Ask date: 24.09.2023)

Vitamin K overdose is no threat to Bojan! If they could, they would spend all their free time together 🥹

And yes, can relate, my little brother is like one head taller than me - but otherwise we look identical, to the point that some people think we are twins 😆 we are just like Daltons 😎😎

Now bonus time 👀 Giant K series #13: hey Bojan, could you come here for a second?

Annnd second bonus because Mikke deserves some appreciation too 😤

Do a barrel roll!

And also this one little victory for Mikke because he's worth it 😌

[hungharrington]

Pls trying to convince stevie to let you jsck him off after a date and he’s like no sweetie it’s not necessary ughhhh

HEHE i won’t lie i first read this as ‘after a day’ and i was like so fucking real bestie, he gets home, gets in the door and you’re just like babe can i make it better? can i jack you off? and he’s like actually my day was really good! and ur like nuh uh i said can i make it BETTER and he’s like sweetheart, you really don’t need— and ur interrupting anyways, pawing all over his chest, smothering him in lil kisses like can i jack you off pleaseeee can i jack you off

[lokislytherin]

NOW I SEE DAYLIGHT (and i can never walk away)

tags: lookism, jaeseok, alpha!jay x beta!dan, older dan, falling in love, pining, crush, childhood friends, age gap, heat/rut, obsessed younger top oblivious older bottom

summary:

"kitae-yah, your little brother's name is jaeyeol, right?"

jaeyeol gazes up at the boy his older brother had brought home, the boy looking down at him with a sunshine smile and rosy cheeks.

"jaeyeol-ah, you're so cute!"

at the tender age of five, hong jaeyeol falls in love.

a/n: i haven't posted any actual writing here in a long time and i need to transfer this from my work notes app to my private computer acc and what other way to do that than tossing all of it here? anyway enjoy!

on the third of october, hong kitae turns eleven, and for the first time, with his father's permission, he hosts a birthday party. he brings all his closest friends over - jang udong, baek hangyeol, lee jihoon, and his best friend, park hyungseok.

jaeyeol peeks out of his room, curious, but too scared to even walk over to say hello. "that's my little brother," kitae-hyung says, pointing to jaeyeol, "we can just leave him. he can entertain himself."

most of the boys offer him polite nods, except lee jihoon, who squints at him suspiciously, and park hyungseok, who waves with a bright smile that makes jaeyeol feel all warm and tingly inside.

jaeyeol retreats into his room and slams the door shut. the warmth inside him makes him feel like he'd just drank hot chocolate, but his throat is dry. he's not entirely sure what's going on, but he's scared, he doesn't like it.

he reads quietly as the older boys play rambunctiously outside in the living room. he reads through two books, gets bored, and just sits there by the windowside, watching the birds chirp.

he jumps when kitae-hyung kicks the door open. "you want cake?"

what cake?

"chocolate, you know it's my favorite."

here's a secret - jaeyeol doesn't really like chocolate. but he likes his brother, who is his closest friend, so he nods.

kitae-hyung lets jaeyeol sit with his friends, and jaeyeol sits himself down criss-cross-apple-sauce on the couch next to park hyungseok. hyungseok is on the chubbier side, unlike jaeyeol who's always been told to eat more because he's too thin, but he has kind eyes behind his thick glasses. he's already halfway through his cake, savouring it with a blissful smile.

"he's already so fat, he doesn't need the bigger slice," complains seongeun. 

jaeyeol glares at him as hard as he can through his bangs.

"what can i say," murmurs hyungseok, a little bit sadly, "i like cake, but it's expensive, so i don't get to eat it a lot."

when seongeun walks past to get a tissue, jaeyeol kicks him and makes it look like an accident.

kitae-hyung gives jaeyeol a little slice of cake to eat. there are no chocolate shavings, unlike everybody else's. jaeyeol is surprised - he didn't think kitae knew he didn't like chocolate. most of the time, kitae-hyung acts like jaeyeol is an annoying little bug that found its way into his house.

jaeyeol eats in careful little nibbles. he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of his brother's friends, after all, even if they're too noisy and some of them are a bit mean.

"kitae-yah, your little brother's name is jaeyeol, right?"

jaeyeol gazes up at hyungseok curiously. hyungseok beams down at him, sunshine with rosy cheeks. 

"jaeyeol-ah, you're so cute! you eat like a little hamster, hehe~"

jaeyeol giggles when hyungseok ruffles his hair. hyungseok is much nicer than kitae-hyung. jaeyeol hopes hyungseok will come around again.

hyungseok visits for playdates a few times, sometimes with the other boys, sometimes by himself. the butler and the maids adore him - he's so well-mannered, so respectful, responsible enough to clean up after himself. even jaeyeol's father thinks he's been raised well. 

sometimes, he comes over to help babysit baby jaehye too, since the maids need a break from looking after a wailing infant (read: literal demon in disguise), and jaehye seems to like hyungseok an awful lot. she'll climb onto his lap and hold his fingers and refuse to let go, and jaeyeol wishes he was young enough to do the same without it looking odd. 

it feels strange for jaeyeol to be fighting his little sister for his older brother's best friend's attention, but the hongs have never really been a normal family. 

jaeyeol finds out not long later that hyungseok is poor.

kitae-hyung decides to host hyungseok's twelfth birthday at their house, since it's spacious enough for everyone hyungseok wants to invite. hyungseok tries to reject kitae-hyung's offer, but the two hong brothers gaze at him pleadingly until he crumbles.

"it's like you guys want a birthday party more than me," grumbles hyungseok half-heartedly, "isn't it almost jaeyeolie's birthday soon anyway?"

"i just want my best friend to have a nice birthday!" kitae-hyung says. neither of the two brothers mention that jaeyeol doesn't have any friends to invite to a birthday party, which is why the hong mansion has only had one birthday party since kitae-hyung's last one. 

jaeyeol asks one of the older maids to teach him how to knit, and for the two weeks before hyungseok's birthday, he shuts himself away in his room, concentrating hard so he can make row after row of stitches. he pricks himself a few times, but it's worth it, because he now has a completed scarf that looks relatively good, considering he only just learned to knit. it's a creamy white color, and jaeyeol thinks it'll look good on hyungseok.

he keeps it safe until the day of hyungseok's birthday, and when hyungseok finally arrives - yes, jaeyeol was waiting by the door - he instantly shoves the scarf into hyungseok's arms.

"oh!" 

hyungseok fumbles with it a little, almost drops it, and their fingers brush when jaeyeol catches the trailing ends of it and hands it back to hyungseok. jaeyeol flushes immediately, pulling his hand away because it tingles where he's been touched.

hyungseok doesn't seem to notice, instead cooing over the scarf. he wraps it around his neck, beaming. "thank you, jaeyeolie-ah, it's beautiful."

[myfriendsneedtostop]

I'm sorry was no one going to tell me how fruity Descendants 3 was? Or was I just supposed to watch it myself?!

[beaconhillsxbot]

Rhea: The one that appeared first *points at Cya*

Sehun: Blue skin?? *whispers to Lola* are they aliens?? Are we finally meeting aliens!?

Lola: *shushes Sehun* Would your admin like to be on the visitor list?

Rhea: Aliens, schmealiens. *waves her hand around, they look like people

Meet Beacon Hills' supernatural creatures

Lola: Hello and welcome to Beacon Hills! I'm Lola, nice to meet you~

Sehun: I see Rhea... I'm not getting near her again.

San: *waves* Hello, I'm Choi San.

Kyungsoo: I wasn't expecting to meet new people today... hi

Eunwoo: Welcome to Beacon Hills *waves with a soft smile*

Shotaro: Welcome, it's a lovely day today. Don't you think?

Hyunjin: Get your shades if you're walking through the Beacon preserve today

Yeji: That's why I'm staying in! *smiles*

Siyeon: It is a lovely day, but I think it's best to stay home today

Xiumin: Hello, how's everyone's spring break going so far?

Rhea: Pst... I dare you to go into the Beacon Hills Preserve at night~ *grins* maybe you just might survive~

Lee Know: I also dare you to go to the preserve. Just be careful, you never know what you'll find~ *chuckles*

Yeonjun: Well, just bring a flashlight. Never too safe to also take pepper spray or a stun gun~

Jisung: Rolling by and heading to the nightclub instead

Jisung: I don't wanna go to school on Monday... *sighs*

[shiraishi--kanade]

Unsure if that's what you meant but here's the colour testing i did ahahdhahs

Was mostly just sorting the colours

This is what I've meant yeah! Ty :D

Gorgeous colors really! Love 33 and 249 especially

[theothershin]

Timeline Prologue

It's published at last! Not as long as I'd originally intended, but really not short. I'm proud of it enough to share it now, at least!

[duusheen]

[tiny-banana-time]

My dear @mtreebeardiles tagged me for WIP Wednesday, and I actually have something that's fresh in the google doc!

From the next chapter of My Serene (pre-ME1)

Not gonna tag anyone specifically this time, but if any of y'all have a snippet of something you've got going on you should totally share 👀

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"Alenko was the one who discovered the evidence, and while he was ordered not to speak of it," she pauses, voice remaining calm, "I had a feeling he would tell you. Did he?"

One palm sweats into his fatigues while the other sets down the mug as it threatens to tremble. Cleaning his throat, Jay tries for an indirect confirmation and ends up spilling the beans outright.

"He won't be reprimanded, will he, Captain? I mean, he waited to tell me and only gave vague details once he did. But he was very clear that nothing was specific enough to be sure."

He's rambling, but thankfully Volk stops him with a gentle raise of a hand before he digs himself any deeper.

"Relax, Shepard. Alenko isn't in any trouble." 

He exhales in relief but remains wary at the small smile curving up one side of Volk's mouth. "In fact, I was hoping he'd tell you."

What?

"I… ma'am?"

The smile widens before disappearing behind the rim of her mug, adorned with crocodiles in tutus today.

"I wanted to inform you straight away, but the brass ordered it to be kept quiet until we had more information. So, even though I thought that was bullshit, I told Alenko to keep it to himself. But he's changed since he first boarded the Marathon. Grown. Realized he can do his job damn well without needing to have that stick all the way up his ass." 

He's not sure if his huff of laughter is out of surprise at her candor or amusement at the thought, but it lightens the weight on his chest either way.

"My point is… I had hoped that he'd grown enough to recognize a bullshit order and choose to disobey it to do what he thought was right. To help a squad mate. A friend. And he did."