#basic explanation for this for anyone confused:

[crimsonsaria]

@keferon Did your sleep deprivation just solve the problem of how to defeat the Quintessons in the Mecha AU? Hear me out because I think you did (though I am also sleep deprived so what do I know lol)!

Wheeljack I’m pretty sure he’s Cybertronian in the mech AU walks into Prowl’s office only to find human Jazz just hanging out on Prowl’s desk casually leaning on a stack of datapads. After the initial flurry of questions and explanations, he suddenly startles and stares intensely at Jazz. Prowl and Jazz start to get uncomfortable because it’s Wheeljack and you can never be sure what he’s planning. Finally Wheeljack yells “It could actually work now!” and with his helmfins practically blazing in excitement, rushes from the office and back to his lab.

No one sees him again for weeks and Jazz and Prowl sort of forget about the whole thing. That is until Wheeljack re-emerges from his lab with a tiny gun and puts it on the table in the middle of a strategy meeting. Everyone is super confused and low key waiting for it to explode. But Jazz just stares at it for a moment and then looks at the inventor to ask, “What’s with the potato gun?”

Everyone is now staring at Jazz and Prowl bites the bullet to ask, “What’s a potato?”

Grinning maniacally in his Mecha even if the Cybertronians can’t see it Jazz replies, "Po-tay-toes! Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew. Lovely big, golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish—even you couldn’t say no to that!”

Everyone is still confused but they decide to write it off as a “human thing” and turn instead to Wheeljack for an explanation. Wheeljack happily explains that it’s actually a portal gun. Basically it can open a super small space bridge portal to any location and fire a Cybertronian in a heavily mass displaced version of their planetary entry comet form through the hole. The portal is so small and the comet form runs on the bare minimum even before having so much of it mass displaced that it would give them a way to enter quint territory completely undetectable to the Quints. They could quickly set up some major explosives and then use a remote space bridge control to open a regular size space bridge for their exit. By then it won’t matter if the Quints detect the exit bridge because moments after it closes their main headquarters is going to go boom!

Wheeljack explains he came up with the idea a while ago but discarded it because they didn’t have anyone with small enough hands to actually fire the gun. But now with Jazz here it could actually work! Those in the know understand immediately and begin getting cautiously excited about being able to take out vital but previously inaccessible Quintesson targets. Those not in the know look first at Jazz’s Mecha then at Wheeljack and just assume the inventor has gone even more crazy than usual.

Anyway thank you for sharing your brain children with us. Your AUs give me life lol!

I just had the stupidest idea ever. Transformers Portal AU where Jazz is a human with a portal gun and Prowl is a potato™

[sammys-magical-au]

Ben, to Leia: I don’t understand what’s up with you and Luke and BOYS. I don’t get it, what’s so great about them? What’re you acting crazy for? I-

Ben: *sees Lando, a boy who is also a girl*

Ben: … shit.

[sunny-knight]

CAINE IN EPISODE 5

Day 1 thoughts of ep 5 that are very subject to change

Im going to refrain from talking too much about things not involving Caine, as Im currently working on a slideshow to explain all my thoughts on EVERYTHING, especially Jax and Pomni stuff because thats like….why is Jax acting like that- I feel like we missed some character development- what is going on???

BUT YEAH THATS NOT WHAT I NEED TO TALK ABOUT RIGHT NOW

I first need to acknowledge how Caine is acting??? because NO ONE ELSE IS?????????? (Like, in the show)

Caine felt incredibly out of character during this episode- is that just me? Not in a writing flaw way, but in a “oh god he’s BREAKING” way. He has good intentions, but BY GOD him threatening Zooble made me recoil, dude are you okay 😭 that was incredibly jarring like- jesus.

He just has one hell of a temper, is genuinely out cold during the baseball adventure, and is a lot more- scarily nonsensical. Like before he was chaotic, sure, but it still felt like he knew what he was doing/had everything, including himself, semi under control. In this it feels like he is just falling apart at the seams.

The temper thing I will get into more later, but on the being out cold part of the baseball thing, is we’ve acknowledged several times that Caine doesnt need to eat, doesnt need to sleep, he’s a machine, he SHOULDN’T be doing that. The way he acted when he woke up is the part that concerns me, since I could totally expect him to like pretend to sleep for a bit, but nah he was ZONKING😭😭

It feels like the more tired he is the more effort he’s going to put in and over exert himself (me too, brother, me too)

I expected that, I expected the getting more nonsensical, what I DIDN’T expect, what I DON’T understand, is the temper and the savior complex???

my buddy @starrysquire had something to say about his temper that I think is GENIUS and absolutely something to start with when explaining the temper, though.

To expand on it a bit more and segway into some savior complex things, Caine wants others to be happy, sure but HE wants to be the ones to make them happy, because if he’s not, then he sees himself as disposable. I think thats the main thing we can take away from this episode. His entire conversation with the moon threw me for a loop because I did not expect this to be that direct. “They like the suggestion box adventures more than the ME adventures.” Them being happy is a BAD THING. WHAT.

Caine is dealing with feelings he’s probably never felt before because we can assume he’s never had his purpose come into question this strongly before, ONG!!!

The temper and the savior thing seem to be going hand in hand in that way, since all the issues that come with wanting to be THE ONE to make others happy (for machine purposes on his end) comes with a lot of struggle, therefore a lot of lashing out.

Im still very curious however on what spectrum of emotion he’s incapable of feeling, since tiredness is something we saw from the baseball game. I would have speculated before it was GENUINE rage but ep 3 already put that into question, and now 5 proves me ABSOLUTELY wrong. Maybe… sadness? I don’t think we’ve ever seen him genuinely sad before…. which is actually kind of scary 😭

We’ve seen him stressed, mad, tired, but not sad

….I cant imagine that helps with the temper problems- if you can’t be sad ABOUT something, you’re going to be mad AT someone

But onto the things that make me feel gaslighted district

Zooble severely underreacted to being threatened like that- and im just left kind of confused. Like they say the only thing holding him back is the fact that he likes them, and they wouldnt push it, but- but theyre pushing it?? a lot??? im so confused 😭 I dont even have an analysis on that

What I DO have analysis on though is JAX and his relation to Caine

Jax’ subtle yet not subtle reaction to realizing Caine may have lied about what he can do, makes me INCREDIBLY intrigued, honestly Jax and Caines interactions in this entire episode have me thinking I was right about their relationship/dynamic being something of interest later in the show.

A lot of people complain, but whenever Jax specifically does, Caine is always quick to pop in and explain to him why whats happening is happening. Specifically in the democracy, and voting Zooble to turn into a slug bits. Then when Caine comments on Jax’ acting- It just feels like it’s leading up to something. What also doesn’t help their case is how both of their stances on adventures seem practically identical. How can Caine tell a compelling story without horrific things? How can Jax have FUN without horrific things???

Since Jax and Pomni seem to be getting closer, I have a feeling this is leading up to Jax informing her/the audience about some of the shit he does behind the scenes, because all of this leads me to believe he works with Caine on a more personal level. I dont think their like- partners in crime, but more rather Jax taking as much control as possible. Like if he doesn’t have control, he’ll find ways to control the person who does. But THEN I feel like that’d be leading to Jax slowly finding out through the punishment thing in episode 4, and the vegan thing in ep 5, that Caine still has the upper hand in every way.

Which, as all good things do, leads me to the best place imaginable the INTERMISSION SEQUENCE

That…like a lot of the episode less intrigued and more confused me which I didnt particularly like, I still prefer the last episodes to this one if im being so honest…but the intermission sequence was probably one of the best things ive ever seen in my entire life…

I feel it has SO much symbolism, which I wont put my specific thoughts about here just yet, thatll be saved for my slideshow, but the sequence AS A WHOLE is incredible in conveying the fact that Caine has everyone under his control to a SCARY degree. Like we all already knew this, but I feel like this just hammered it home- it feels like a nicer version of the fucking Happy Place sequence where he’s torturing everybody. Caine isnt torturing everyone, but he’s still demonstrating the POWER yknow?

But basically my thoughts and feelings summed up into one sentence

This is Papyrus 2015 all over again.

[wild-at-mind]

In all seriousness, when I was in my 20s I spent way too much time reading tumblr and trying to figure out the right opinions to have on everything. It was pretty soul destroying now that I look back.

[dollyichi]

I JUST GOT A CRUSH! ᯓ★ katsuki bakugou x f ! reader. 1.02k words / fluff / not proofread

bakugou is bad at social media. not exactly terrible, yet not so great either.

he really doesn’t care too much for it nor does he use it that often but he’s not that unfamiliar with it. he finds himself being on tiktok from time to time though he never really bothered to make it known that he had an account in the first place, just enjoying whatever he comes across and liberally blocks accounts that come up on his fyp that pissed him off. he never posts anything either so it didn’t matter. it’s a typical account with a generated username and a blank profile, 57 following, 0 followers.

recently he found a video that he wanted to share (an edit made by a fan) and posts the link on twitter, alongside saying how ‘it’s real sick’ of them to make that for him. he didn’t even know videos like that were famous. the effort and skill it took made him think it were cool.

what he also didn’t know, was that his profile would be revealed when you press on the link.

he got so confused when his account suddenly gained so many followers in just two days since he ‘never mentioned it.’ that was until he sees the replies on his tweet that the linked he used to share got him exposed.

he checks it out for himself which proved that he did actually share his account without knowing, but it’s ‘whatever.’ even after everyone found out he just used it like normal. it’s only a pain when they kept asking him to post something.

he truly is without care, yet he underestimates the fans who immediately stalk his ‘almost’ empty profile. you see, he doesn’t know that his reposts are public because he doesn’t actually look at his own profile. it’s usually a like, like, repost, favorite, like, then close app routine that he does before he goes to bed.

there's a few funny videos here and there, cooking videos and recipes too, things he'd like to try out soon for himself, or techniques that were really helpful for him. some are also videos of fan edits that he recently discovered, where the same video he shared was at the top of the page.

yet, there was one reoccurring face that kept popping up. a pretty girl who likes to lip sync some songs or show off their trinket hauls. sometimes mini vlogs from their day to day or makeup vids. and the topic trends everywhere: DYNAMIGHT TIKTOK CRUSH

when you saw it you really couldn’t believe it yourself that the one anonymous commenter on your videos was a pro-hero, your favorite nonetheless. though, it makes you a little nervous since your face is plastered all over different social platforms because you’re only active on that app. you don’t know where to go from there except squeal into your pillows. definitely flattered when you recall the many times he called you pretty on your vlogs.

as the rest dive deeper into his little ‘crush’ they even saw him comment on a few of your videos with compliments that sounded extra flirty. they teased him so hard saying how he looks like a creep especially with that profile. he’s never gonna hear the end of it. soon a new topic blows up that reads: GO FOR IT DYNAMIGHT

in his defense, if he were to give anyone an explanation, he thinks you have a really nice smile and a really soothing voice. also that you’re real cute and charming, that’s why he could watch and even rewatch all your content in one sitting. he couldn’t get enough of you, absolutely smitten. even had to ask kirishima how to turn on notifications for an account in the guise of turning it on for his agency's tiktok.

you’re also the only account he’s following that’s not a cooking channel or a pro-hero. and yeah it’s basically all that, a crush. not that he expects you to actually give him a chance, he’s happy just seeing your content.

however, the poor (not really) bakugou is actually unaware of the whole situation of his ‘tiktok crush’ trending since he was finishing a mission. only finding out when he got a call from kirishima asking if he found a girlfriend already. “what the fuck are you on about?”

“your fans are talking about how you keep reposting videos of this one girl on tiktok. i mean, it’s kinda obvious if you’re dating.” and it hits him, quick. your username (the one he could only remember, really) flashes in his head, but he laughs it off. “nah nothin’ like that. think i could shoot my shot though?” he asks him and kirishima says, “haha! i think she already beat you to it.”

not knowing what he meant, he swiftly gets home, showers, and lays on his couch whipping his phone out of his pocket to search up your username. and there he was, staring at his phone, unable to stop the smile on his face when he sees the thumbnail of your new video. he opens it immediately and there you were, holding a dynamight figurine (a very limited one too!) close to your cheek that you’ve never shown before until now. you never thought to show it thinking he might see it and think of you as weirdo. it gave the opposite effect actually, even made him more confident because who would've thought your pretty collection had a 'random guy' in there (definitely not random for you at least).

bakugou immediately likes, reposts and adds it to his favorites. even screen recording the whole thing cause you never gave access to download your videos—it was a very special moment for him okay!

he then comments, ‘you can have the real thing too.’

a few minutes later it’s got your icon with a heart beside it. he chuckles, happy that you finally noticed him. beams when he gets a notification that you followed him back.

he’s definitely going to dm you after he calms down. just hopes this time you don't beat him to it again.

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : i love a katsuki with a crush i think it's so cute. but i love it even more that he's still confident about it!!! i like to think that reader probably has like 20k followers or something so pretty big but not as big as the others. the first time he met you he stumbles upon a video of you talking about the ice cream u just got and then he got hooked cause u were so cute when u were picking the flavor. PLEASE DO NOT SHARE THIS ON TIKTOK BTW >< also minors & ageless blogs please do not follow me!

[ariaxco]

how to disappoint people and love it ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 🌸

people-pleasing isn't cute. it's self-betrayal with a smile.

you've spent so long being who everyone else needed that you don't even know who you are when no one's watching. you've made yourself so small, so available, so agreeable that you've disappeared completely.

and the worst part? the people you're bending over backwards for don't even respect you for it. they expect it. they take it for granted. they know you'll say yes, so they keep asking.

here's your permission slip to disappoint people. use it liberally.

disappoint them by having standards

you've been accepting breadcrumbs and calling it a meal. friends who only call when they need something. romantic interests who treat you like an option. family members who guilt trip you into compliance.

stop saying yes to plans that drain you. stop accepting behavior that disrespects you. stop pretending you're okay with less than you deserve.

when you start having standards, people get confused. "you've changed," they'll say. "you used to be so chill." translation: you used to accept my trash behavior and now you don't.

good. let them be confused.

start disappointing them by:

not responding to texts immediately (or at all if they're disrespectful)

saying no to plans you don't actually want to attend

refusing to be someone's emotional dumping ground

not lending money to people who never pay you back

ending conversations that drain your energy

walking away from situations that don't serve you

they'll call you selfish. they'll say you're acting different. they'll try to guilt you back into your old patterns.

let them. their discomfort with your boundaries is not your problem to fix.

disappoint them by choosing yourself

for years, you've put everyone else's needs before your own. their convenience over your peace. their comfort over your growth. their opinions over your dreams.

now it's time to disappoint them by making yourself the priority.

cancel plans when you need rest. stop apologizing for taking care of yourself. spend money on what makes you happy, not what impresses them. pursue goals they don't understand or support.

when you start choosing yourself, people will accuse you of being selfish. here's the truth: you've been so selfless for so long that basic self-care looks selfish to them.

disappoint them by:

taking time alone without explaining why

investing in your goals instead of their approval

saying "i don't want to" without a detailed excuse

protecting your energy like it's sacred

doing what's best for you even when they disagree

putting your mental health before their convenience

you're not responsible for managing other people's feelings about your self-care.

disappoint them by outgrowing the old you

the version of you they loved was small, safe, and available 24/7. she didn't have boundaries. she didn't have big dreams. she didn't challenge anyone or anything.

the new you has standards, goals, and a backbone. she knows her worth and won't settle for less. she's not afraid to take up space or speak her mind.

they'll miss the old you. they'll try to convince you to go back to who you were. they'll reminisce about when you were "easier to deal with."

good. that version of you was easy to deal with because she dealt with everything so they didn't have to.

disappoint them by:

refusing to shrink back to their comfort level

pursuing dreams they think are "unrealistic"

setting boundaries they think are "unnecessary"

demanding respect they think you don't deserve

becoming someone they can't control or manipulate

thriving in ways that make them question their own choices

your growth will make some people uncomfortable. their comfort is not your responsibility.

disappoint them by not explaining yourself

you've been giving dissertations about your decisions since you learned to talk. ten-minute explanations for why you can't hang out. essays about why you need alone time. research papers defending your life choices.

stop.

"i can't" is a complete sentence. "that doesn't work for me" needs no justification. "no" requires no follow-up explanation.

the people who respect you will accept your answer. the people who don't will demand explanations, try to negotiate, or guilt trip you into compliance.

disappoint them by:

saying no without a detailed excuse

not justifying your boundaries

refusing to debate your decisions

ending conversations that become interrogations

not providing evidence for why you deserve basic respect

when you stop over-explaining, people get frustrated. they're used to being able to argue you out of your decisions. they're used to finding holes in your reasoning and exploiting them.

don't give them anything to work with.

disappoint them by thriving without their approval

this is the biggest disappointment of all: succeeding without their permission.

they wanted you to need them. they wanted you to seek their validation, ask for their advice, wait for their approval before making moves.

disappoint them by thriving independently. make decisions without consulting them. pursue opportunities they don't think you deserve. become someone they never thought you could be.

disappoint them by:

succeeding in areas they said you'd fail

being happy without their input

making choices they disagree with and thriving anyway

building a life they don't understand

becoming confident without their validation

proving that their opinion of you was never the truth

the best revenge against people who wanted you small? becoming everything they said you couldn't be.

why their disappointment is actually a good sign

when you start disappointing people, you'll panic. you'll think you're being mean, selfish, or wrong. you'll want to go back to being agreeable.

don't.

their disappointment means you're finally putting yourself first. it means you're no longer available for mistreatment. it means you're growing beyond their comfort zone.

people who truly love you will adjust. they'll respect your boundaries even if they don't understand them. they'll support your growth even if it makes them uncomfortable.

the people who get angry when you start choosing yourself? they were never really for you anyway. they were for the version of you that served them.

the freedom on the other side

disappointing people is terrifying at first. you've been addicted to their approval for so long that choosing yourself feels wrong.

but on the other side of disappointing people is freedom:

freedom from anxiety about what others think

freedom from resentment toward people you've enabled

freedom from exhaustion from people-pleasing

freedom from relationships that drain you

freedom to be authentically yourself

freedom to pursue what actually matters to you

you're not responsible for managing other people's emotions about your growth. you're not required to stay small so they feel comfortable. you're not obligated to set yourself on fire to keep others warm.

disappoint them proudly. your peace is worth more than their approval.

you've spent your whole life trying not to disappoint people. now try not disappointing yourself.

[ghost-kings-court-jester]

My friend was watching the show for the first time and they brought up a misconception that I think we see a lot in fandom. So I want to talk about The Gamblers Den and specifically this scene in particular:

My friend genuinely wondered what Hua Cheng would do and then when they heard his explanation they were even more confused:

They basically messaged me saying, wait Hua Cheng would have made the bet. He bets people’s lives and some how Xie Lian is okay with that. How???

And to anyone else who’s thinking the same thing or falling for the Demon King vibe Hua Cheng is trying to sell here I am here to tell you, you have all been duped.

What’s import to understand is that Ghost City actually came from making one of Xie Lian’s ideas work:

Xie Lian is talking about a specialised market here, a place where the common people couldn’t just stumble into without reason and that’s what Ghost City is and The Gambers Den is the foundation of it. While Xie Lian didn’t say hey go gamble, Hua Cheng is taking a risk and playing into his greatest strength and then showing of for his crush is the most dramatic way possible when talking about it.

For Hua Cheng the house always wins! Literally. Or at least what he wants the bet to be will always happen. His luck is just that good. If the gambler wins it’s genuinely because Hua Cheng let him.

In the Den he is acting as Judge and Jury with Xie Lian as his moral code but he can’t just turn down the deals. If he does then these people could go to less safe options (looking at you Qi Rong) to get what they desire which negates the reason he built Ghost City in the first place.

Hua Cheng has to let these people play by his rules if he wants to follow his Gods wishes. So he has to be creative and look at loop holes, phrasing and Xie Lians most important teaching finding the third path.

For this moment specifically giving the options I think Hua Cheng would have taken the 20 years of his daughter’s life. Why you may ask? Well the phrasing is easier to manipulate. While the eradication of his competitors is pretty well laid 20 years of his daughters life is pretty vague.

Option 1) Hua Cheng could take her away from her shit father and put her in an apprenticeship and marry a man of her choosing since her hand is now her own to decide since Hua Cheng doesn’t want it.

Option 2) She has to work in Ghost City for 20 years and is married to Yin Yu in name only (because Hua Cheng can’t have a wife at all or he won’t win Gege) then gets pleasantly divorced and giving a severance payment after 20 years.

Option 3) He could decide life is a vague term and after she dies she has to spend 20 years in Ghost City and matchmake a future marriage between her and another ghost.

Option 4) He could decide what she has to do with the next twenty years of her life which could include an actual good marriage and education. Where she has to worship his shrine and be only his devotee for 20 years.

Option 5) He can literally say I’ll collect when I decide and never cash in.

He can do anything because the wording is so fluent and for Hua Cheng debater and Civil God Killer it’s probably easy. He’s not a demon king, he’s a crafty trickster spirit basically a fae lord.

He’s playing the system and he’s winning that’s what Xie Lian figured out and why he supports it. He knows Hua Cheng well enough even back then to trust that he would make the right decision because he believes in Hua Cheng and he’s right too.

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 — 𝐌.𝐒.

Synopsis: Matt helps you while you struggle with an eating disorder.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of disordered eating, anxiety

With love and big tits, Rose

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 “What’s wrong, baby? I…something isn’t right and—let me in. Talk to me. Please.” 

It wasn’t adding up. Matt was worried as things started to make less and less sense. He knew something was off, he knew something wasn’t okay. You seemed so preoccupied. Spacing out during conversations, forgetting basic things….it didn’t add up. 

Your boyfriend cared about you. He was observant once he noticed the shift in energy, he noticed things that made even less sense—well, until he started connecting the dots. 

There was no true response from you. Always giving some poor excuse how you just ‘didn’t feel good’ wasn’t enough to settle his worries anymore. Not when it all started making so much sense—too much sense. 

__________

Clothes. You had always spent so much time deciding what outfit to wear, picking out whatever made you feel comfortable. That changed. Items you once cherished and wore regularly got tossed in the donation pile without a single ounce of sadness. 

Matt was confused. He thought you would be upset that the clothes no longer fit, he was honestly prepared for some tears. But you were happy. Not a single pout was noticeable, only a proud smile that didn’t seem to last very long—not when you tried to go shopping for new clothes the next day. 

The dressing room felt like it was getting smaller. Your chest felt uncomfortably tight as you tried to wrangle the jeans over your hips. It wouldn’t budge. Matt was confused why you were so frustrated. He knew you picked up a size smaller than you usually did. 

Hearing your grunts of frustration, he’s quick to find a solution. “They have the next size up. Let me—” 

He’s cut off by you walking straight past him out of the dressing room. Matt doesn’t wanna believe it—-he doesn’t want to connect the dots—not when they display such a devastating pattern of truth. But, there’s no choice anymore. The silence on the car ride back gives him clarity, enough clarity to make him sick with sadness. 

__________

Matt loved you too much to do nothing. He couldn’t sit back and watch you fade away—he couldn’t even fathom the thought of possibly losing you. He just couldn’t. 

Clueless, he finds the two people he knows he can rely on—Nick and Chris. As soon as the explanation started to fall from his lips, he couldn’t help but rasp the words through sharp breaths and hot tears. Saying it out loud was different—-saying it outloud meant it was real. 

Both brothers were devastated watching Matt in so much pain. The cracks in his voice and the way his fingers started clenching onto the hems of Chris’s T-shirt told them it was worse than just bad. This was desperation—-this was something so heart wrenching that it was obvious Matt hadn’t even really processed it. Words coming out of his mouth felt more like a script rather than emotions. 

“I don’t know….she’s, um—she’s, I guess she’s hurting herself? She…she’s not eating. I…I think I’m gonna lose her…I…what do I do?” Matt asks. 

The look Nick and Chris exchange is filled with pain—a look they’ve only shared a few times before. Neither of them want to break Matt down further, but the harsh truth would rip him bare to the bone. 

“Matt…I’m sorry this is happening, I can’t even imagine how this has all been. I’m…I’m glad you’re talking to us about it, but…” Chris trails off silently, looking up to spare Nick a glance. 

Nick sighs. “It’s…there’s not much you—or really anyone can do. Not unless she wants help. You need to approach her about it as calmly as possible. I…I’m sorry, but this….this isn’t something that anyone can just fix.” 

Matt bites on the inside of his cheek—hard. He just wants you to get better.

He doesn’t want to lose you. 

_________

Cries echoing from the bathroom was the first thing Matt heard when he had walked into the home. Taking light steps, he creeped down to eavesdrop, pressing his ear against the wooden door. His heart felt like it was burning from being slowly ripped apart in his chest. He feels helpless. 

‘--as calmly as possible.” 

Nick's words chant in his mind as he gathers the courage to knock. Bracing himself, he takes a deep breath. At the same moment, he hears an unmistakable sound of gagging. 

Unable to stop himself, Matt turns the doorknob immediately. Your eyes bulge from your face with panic, but the distress covering Matt’s features tells you there’s no point in lying. He knows. And you know that he knows. 

Sitting on the bed with you in his lap, Matt pulls you into a close hug. Your body is tense, unsure of how to react. He’s pulling you impossibly tight. 

“I,” the broken waver in his voice is what makes you relax, putting your own arms around him and hugging him tightly. “I, fuck, I—-why? You….I know you haven’t been eating. I,” shaking his head against your chest, he lets out a loud cry. “I can’t watch you hurt yourself like this. I…I won’t sit back and watch you kill yourself. I won’t, I….I can’t, baby. Please—please don’t do this. I need you here, with me. I….I’ll help you, I swear—but—-need you to try. You….please,” he begs, clutching onto you as if you will disappear somehow. 

Your muscles ache from exhaustion and guilt. All the emotions piling on feel unbearably heavy and you can’t help but relax that weight onto Matt, letting him pull you even closer as you cry into his shoulder. 

“I—I’m so sorry,” you let out. Matt lets out a sharp cry, your voice tugging on his heart painfully. “---I’m so sorry, Matt.” 

“It’s okay, I…I got you. We…we’ll do this together, okay? I…just…stay with me, sweetheart—I need you,” he cries. 

__________

The first week started off good. You didn’t look as gray. A healthy glow was illuminating your face again. Matt was more than happy to see it, and at first, you were too—but that glow seemed to fade as you realized that wasn’t the only thing changing about your appearance. 

All the progress started to seem like something to be ashamed of. You were too scared to tell Matt—you didn’t even know how to. Secrets were never your thing, honesty was one of the most important things to you—but, this was for the better. The voice in your mind wouldn’t shut up and you didn’t wanna burden Matt with that. 

The truth was buried—quite literally. Food you had told Matt you ate, meals that he was proud of you for eating….they were all just hidden under miscellaneous trash in the kitchen garbage can. 

Matt was always insisting on taking care of you. He didn’t want you to lift a finger, especially when you were already working overtime with everything already going on. The trash was his job. He took pride in knowing he made your life easier and being attentive to your needs. 

“Why the fuck is this so heavy—” Matt’s words are cut off as he slings the bag into the dumpster. He sees all the ‘secrets.’ He sees the truth. 

There is no anger, just a devastating realization that he can’t help you. He’s not enough anymore—and that? That hurts, so bad, so deep. It’s like he can feel himself shatter. 

There’s nothing left to give, but there’s everything to lose. 

__________

“I feel so helpless, I…what do I even do?” Matt says, his hands wrangling in his hair and tugging at the roots aggressively. 

Nick and Chris feel themselves tasting an ounce of his defeat. There’s so much pain ridden on Matt’s face—-so many lines of frustration creasing between his eyebrows. 

He’s lost. 

Matt was supposed to go join you in bed after he took out the trash, but he just couldn’t. Instead, he spent an hour sobbing into Nick’s arms while Chris patted him on the back. He doesn’t have it in himself to be strong anymore—-not when he feels so devastatingly weak. 

Eventually, he slides back into bed with you. He can’t help but hold onto you a little bit tighter, looking through the peeps of his curtains at the moon and begging. There’s no intended receiver, he doesn’t care what god or entity is listening—he just needs help. 

He just needs you. 

__________

The morning didn’t feel as blissful as usual. You turned over to find Matt staring out the window, a frown tugging on his lips with dark rings circling his eyes. 

“Matt—”

“The trash bag ripped.” 

Oh.

It’s like the world goes quiet. Hesitantly, you reach out, placing your hand onto his bicep as he lays on his side facing away from you. He doesn’t move, but there’s also no reaction at all. Laying still, he lets out a sigh with exhaustion pulling his body further into the bed. 

“Why? I…why? I’m…I don’t know how to help. I’m trying my best, it’s—why am I not good enough? I—I need you. You….why are you torturing me? I love you. I love you so much it hurts, this….I can’t keep watching this. Please, I—”

Your head falls onto Matt’s arm as you hear him inhale a shaky breath. Guilt and disappointment tread through your body as you feel his warm skin comfort your freezing body. Miserable was what this was. No reward felt good enough. No amount of numbers compared to the moments you used to share with him and the people you loved, back when you had energy to live. 

“I’m sorry, Matt. I…I’m gonna try. Honest—I’ll be honest this time. I just, sometimes, I, I don’t know how to ask for help. You shouldn’t have to take care of me this much, I—”

Your rant is cut short as he turns over, pulling you onto his chest. “I want to. It’s selfish, but I need you with me. I’m here, okay? Every up and down, you tell me. Please. Just—you can’t do this alone and…I can’t either anymore,” he announces with a sad strain noticeable in his tone. 

Nodding against his chest, you feel his hand wander down your arm, his fingers lacing through yours before he holds up a pinky. 

“Matt, what are you—”

“Promise me. I need more, I…I know a pinky promise is fucking stupid, but…I need you to mean it. No more secrets. Please.” 

Interlocking your pinking with his, you confirm his statement. 

“No more secrets.” 

__________

It’s not easy—it’s far from fucking easy. But, it’s a lot more simple when you’re holding his hand. The voice pestering you seems to quiet down. Matt notices how much comfort you find in him, it makes him happy to see you doing better. It makes him happy to know he can sit back, hold your hand, all while you help yourself. 

No more secrets. The promise had been fulfilled. A few bumps had arisen, but it’s a lot less brutal when he’s overpowering any thoughts, taking care of you until you can take care of yourself. 

Clanks of spoons echo against the ceramic bowls. The marshmallow and oat cereal isn’t Matt’s favorite, but he knows it’s something you’ve always loved. You sit in his lap while you both eat out of separate bowls. 

The quiet morning aroma lingers, but it makes your instinctive thoughts a little louder. “How is it, sweetheart?” Matt asks. Shrugging, you stir the cereal in the bowl, glaring at it for making you feel so weak. 

Squeezing your hip in one hand, Matt quickly thinks of something to make things easier for you. “Am I your favorite Lucky Charm? Or does this fuck-ass cereal win over me? Be honest,” he jokes. 

Hearing you snicker makes Matt feel a sense of pride, even more so when he sees you eat another spoonful with a peppy jolt. “Mmmmm, my favorite,” you snort. 

Matt’s lips part disappointedly. You see this, laughing lightly before ruffling his hair. “Well….can I at least frost your flakes?” 

You nearly spit at his implied statement. Matt’s lips tug in a mischievous grin watching you stifle a cackle. “You’re such a cornball, oh my god,” you say. 

Licking over his teeth, Matt is sure to hug you a little closer. “You mean a Corn Flake?” he retorts. 

The stupid, simple jokes make you embrace the moment. Your mind is focused on him, on how lucky you are to be right here, right now. No number size could make you laugh like him, no amount of pounds could replace the amount of life you feel being around the people you love. 

Memories are far more important than calories. You feel too full of life to be concerned about momentary things—things you know won’t make you smile in fifty years. The stories you wanna be able to tell will only happen if you live them, and you can’t do that if you’re only just surviving. 

“Okay, okay….” you turn, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. Matt’s smile grows fonder and a little flushed. “You are my Lucky Charm. And corny, but I love you.” 

“I love you too, honey.” Matt affirms. 

Squinting your eyes as you feel him hug you, your mind races towards the cereal box lingering on the counter. Honey Bunches of Oats. “Are you referencing another fucking—-”

“I love you. Now, hug me back. Please.”

A/N: thank you for reading! I’m so unbelievably sorry if this is something you’re currently going through or have had to go through in the past. Please look up some resources or reach out to a trusted friend or adult. You never have to go through anything alone!!

[tinkerbellknockoff]

chemistry // jinx x fem!reader

chemistry // college!jinx x fem!reader

you've never been the greatest at sciences- you were aware of that. being placed into general chemistry to fulfill a lab requirement for college forced you to face your fears: writing lab reports and talking to pretty teacher assistants.

- college au

warnings: cursing

-- a/n: gonna be slightly projecting when talking about how bad reader is at chemistry lol

you thought the cliche chemistry professor that made absolutely no sense was only for the movies. but sitting here on a stool, watching the professor measure and start mixing chemicals that you couldn't even catch the name of made you flabbergasted and honestly- a little bit annoyed.

at your university, you were required to take one semester of a laboratory class. that's only about what- four months? you thought that was going to be a breeze- just get it out of the way, and you'll never have to touch a science class again! hopefully.

it had been about two-ish weeks of your general chemistry class, and by whatever is holy... you were miserable. unfortunately for you, your lab partner seemed to be on the same wavelength as you: massively confused. which, in a way, could be comforting because hey- you're not alone! on the other hand... your grades are screwed. and, unfortunately, you actually cared about your gpa.

the second half of your misery came from the fact you loathed asking for help. throughout high school, it was a breeze being able to figure out solutions to all of your problems, but now... you basically had to find every single resource that could help you. and, unfortunately, none of them did. you've never felt more lost in your life, which is how you have led to your position now.

slipping your backpack over your right shoulder, you then lightly draped your lab coat over your arm as you walked up to your chemistry professor. you decided it was finally time for you to ask for help- and by god, did it take some encouragement. there were still a few stragglers in the room- there being the professor, you, a couple of your peers, and the gorgeous blue-haired teacher assistant.

her name was jinx. she was recommended by another chemistry professor- professor silco, if you remember his name right- which gave her the job opportunity to ta a few general chemistry classes. honestly, she had helped you out a couple of times- she was a saint.

on the other hand, she terrified the living hell out of you. jinx, in the simple two weeks that you have spent in this general chemistry lab (two times per week, so maybe four times in the lab total) showed how... chaotic she was. in the first class, she was idly lounging around in random spots of the classroom, sitting on tables with littered chemical substances, and playing with one of the bottles in her hands. you remember, in that class, she seemed bored since it was simply laboratory rules and basics- but ever since the class started doing experiments? she seemed like the happiest girl in the world.

the professor made pretty basic explanations to questions he was asked- he was a little sassy, though. he'd say your name repeatedly, chastising you, then go, "haha! i am joking. wasn't that funny?"

... no. it was never funny.

then jinx. she would quickly prance to you the second you had your hand raised, entering your personal space as she would begin rapidly explaining, and would sometimes even begin doing the experiment for you. you loved it when that happened. honestly, even throughout that chaotic nature, she would explain things decently well. she talked a lot, but she was still able to deliver her understanding pretty well. you admired her for that.

even though she was incredibly helpful, in all honesty- you hated when she would be the one to come after you raised your hand.

she was too pretty. you couldn't focus.

"well, toots," is how she would always begin the explanation for you. you couldn't quite catch if she called literally anyone else that, but it was almost humorous how she always started off with those two words. you almost felt special. then, it would be how she'd lightly grab your hips to move you out of her way so she'd be able to access the experiment better- and even with you on the side, her side would still be brushing yours.

when she spoke, she never spoke to both you and your lab partner. her pink eyes seemed to stare you down. you were too scared to break the eye contact, and the more you reciprocated the staring the more entertained she seemed to be, her violet eyes swirling. you couldn't take it.

that happened every. single. time.

and every single time you felt like you were going to burst.

so, talking to the professor, you hoped to god he would just offer his office hours.

"hello, professor," you spoke, eventually standing in front of his desk, and he turned to look at you. he gave a smile (a little bit chaotic, you thought this profession was great for him), and he said your name in greeting.

"how can i help you?"

"i was hoping there would be some sort of office hours i could go to..." you spoke, swallowing your pride, "i was looking for some help with the lab reports and saw that your office hours were for request only."

he hummed in acknowledgment, giving you an understanding look, "okay. have you checked the tutoring center?"

you nodded, "yeah. all of the open tutoring sessions for gen chem are all when i have other classes."

"that sucks a ton, toots."

her voice came out of what seemed like nowhere. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, but you kept your seemingly relaxed demeanor as you turned your head into her direction, her eyes automatically locking onto yours. she already had a chaotic grin on her face, her pink eyes swirling with entertainment, "i could help ya out."

the professor seemed to not care for jinx's bubbly behavior, "could you, jinx? your times would possibly be more flexible than mine."

.... fuck.

jinx eagerly nodded, "don't worry about it. would be an honor to give a pretty girl some help!"

was that appropriate to say?

the professor didn't have a care in the world as he thanked jinx, and then waved you two off, telling them to go schedule times to be able to meet, and giving the reassurance that he would be able to for extra support if you needed it.

you walked out of the lab, jinx seeming hot on your tail. she loosely grabbed her bag along the way, it hanging off her shoulder in a similar fashion to yours. eventually, in the hallway, you turned to face her properly. all you had to do was schedule some times, leave, eventually actually do the meetings, then bam! you're done! don't have to be threatened by a pretty girl no longer!

"so, toots. wanna talk about times over dinner?" jinx winked at you.

you had to take a sharp inhale after that. oh my gosh? was this professional? was this allowed? you don't think she cared. at all, actually.

"cat got your tongue?" jinx looked amused at your silence, her violet eyes staring at your expression, looking like a deer in headlights. "you're very expressive."

you cleared your throat, deciding to ignore that comment. takes one to know one. eventually, you found your words, "... fine. right now?"

you got it! look, you can talk to her. nice and easy!

her entertained expression and grin never left her face as she nodded her head, her bright blue hair bouncing in the movement. "i mean, when else could i possibly catch ya?"

"i dunno, email exists." you retort, you don't see her the reason for her to insist on going out to dinner to make plans.

"boring!" jinx continued grinning at you. doesn't her face ever start to hurt, "we can just go to the dining hall! c'mon, toots, don't be a snoozefest."

and to that, you finally caved in. her excitement seemed to elevate even more than it originally was as she started to basically bounce off the walls (not really, you're being dramatic), grabbing your hand. you were practically yanked, having to hold the lab coat in your arm tighter to make sure it didn't get dropped on the way. she energetically spoke to you the entire way, effortlessly guiding you, not caring if you were stumbling at any moment. you were surprised her relatively small statue had this much muscle. she was acting like she took 5 shots of expresso and did a line of coke.

hopefully, she didn't actually do that.

she kept rambling your head off as you both waited in line for your food. your dining hall offered an assortment of shops, which led you to get pasta, and right now you were waiting in line for the burger shop next to jinx. she eventually let your hand go, but you noticed over time that she always was touching you in some fashion. right now, her bicep was brushing against yours, her head tilted in your direction as she rambled on about some sort of engineering project she had taken up. you learned through her talking that she was a biochemical engineering major. so, basically, she was super smart. you're a psychology major, which caused her to erupt in a small fit of laughter when you told her,

"so what are you doing in chemistry, toots?! why not take like... i dunno, meteorology!"

that elicited a pout from you, scoffing, causing jinx to look at you with amusement in her eyes as she laughed harder, "you're so funny, toots! i couldn't get enough of you."

she was proving her statement.

you and jinx ate dinner together, and after some coaxing of the conversation, you got her to agree to a few study sessions over the next couple of months. every other sunday you two would meet up at the library, and have about a two-hour session covering the content from the prior two weeks. that sounded fair enough. you didn't know if two hours was necessary, but jinx insisted, believing that was the "sure way to shove everything into your noggin". you were humored by her wording of it.

even after you both had long finished your food, she insisted on sitting with you for a little bit longer, claiming that she was having the time of her life getting to know you. her behavior made you so flushed- but you tried your damned hardest to refrain from it showing. you tried desperately to act nonchalant, which jinx continuously called your bluff on, leading you to be super defensive, to which she would continue to tease you more.

"c'mon, toots!" jinx giggled. she was sitting across from you at a table, her elbow resting on top and her hand holding her head as she kept her other hand on the table, tapping her nails rhythmically, "tell me more about ya."

you were reclined back, slightly hunched in the seat as you hummed thoughtfully. your arms were crossed in front of you, which jinx found humorous. she could tell you were still a little bit shy.

"what do you want to know?" you humored jinx.

"anything. anything at all, as long as it's about you," jinx winked in your direction, her eyes never once leaving your direction, "... any... boyfriend?"

that question startled you. your eyes met hers once more. she was lightly chewing on the bottom of her lip, her eyes basically devouring you as she waited for your answer in anticipation. jinx's breath basically hitched in her throat with excitement as you shook your head,

"no. broke up with my girlfriend before college."

jinx clearly seemed giddy after your statement, only a blind man wouldn't be able to tell. you examined her behavior after, blinking, your thoughts finally catching up to you.

holy shit. you basically felt yourself erupt into flames, could she like me?

"aww, damn, toots!" jinx said, but the sympathy rolling off her tongue was feigned, "that sucks. any reason why?"

you shrugged, sitting up and fixing your posture, folding your elbows onto the table and leaning forward. "wasn't a good fit. you live and you learn, i guess. what can you do?"

jinx understood, her thoughts racing with pure excitement. jinx realized she had a chance- and she wasn't the one to let chances slip up.

so, for the next couple of months, she used the tutoring sessions as an excuse to get to know you. she would claim every half hour that you two had to take a break, and then ask you questions about your day, your week, and everything that could come to mind. you warmed up to her behavior, which made her feel so elated- you began to reciprocate all of her talking. she loved talking to you.

so, when your last session came, jinx was bummed. jinx stared at you longingly, which you didn't seem to notice as you flipped through the data you had gathered during your most recent lab, scanning between it and the lab report, making sure that you didn't miss anything important. you, with the help of jinx, were doing stellar in chemistry. you couldn't have thanked jinx more.

you brought your bag up onto your lap to grab a few folders, slipping the papers inside, packing up. jinx continued to stare at you longingly, her pink eyes unusually soft as she stared you down. eventually, you glanced up, meeting her eyes. she quickly changed her expression, looking more neutral.

"jinx, i really thank you enough," you spoke up, her heart soaring at the praise. but that elation dropped as she saw you stand up, causing her to quickly follow behind, moving to walk beside you as you two began to leave the library.

"it was really nothing, toots. what was i meant to do, let a pretty girl like you fail?"

those words sounded like something she said at the very beginning of all this. that caused a laugh to slip out of your lips as you bumped your shoulder gently with hers. she pushed the door open for the two of you, the cold winter air hitting the two of you in a gust.

walking a little further away from the door, you two stopped and stared at each other for a moment. jinx for once felt the words catch in her throat as her eyes met yours. you looked so cute, your nose slightly turning red from the winter air hitting your face.

you noticed her gaze. her pupils were blown as she was dead silent, something very uncharacteristic for jinx, causing you to examine her eyes with yours. when she noticed this, she met your gaze, both of you seeming to devour each other with your eyes, before you cleared your throat.

"so, this is it, huh?" you sheepishly giggle, holding onto the straps of your side satchel. your words, as corny as it is to say, almost broke jinx's heart on the spot then. it was just tutoring- why did she feel like it was the end of the world?

"... i hope it's not." jinx spoke, her voice abnormally quiet. your eyebrows rose at her unusual demeanor, your head tilting and causing your hair to flow to the side. jinx's eyes looked over every single one of your movements, absolutely infatuated with the way you moved- the way you were you.

no one had ever been any more perfect in her eyes.

"how do you mean?"

jinx cleared her throat, "would it be bad if i did something right now? that... you may or you may not like?"

your eyebrows furrowed at the question. what the hell did that mean? but, as your lips parted, you weren't given the option to question her as she grabbed the sides of your face with her clammy and cold hands, smashing her lightly chapped lips against your soft ones.

the kiss was startling for you, your eyes open wide in shock, being able to see the way that jinx so harshly had her eyes closed, her hands keeping you right against her. as if you would slip through her fingers. so, after finding your bearings, you finally closed your eyes, relaxing as you began to reciprocate the kiss.

jinx felt like she was on cloud nine, holding you as tightly as possible against her. your lips tasted like heaven to her, her being able to taste the chapstick that she saw you always use, one that she always watched glaze over your lips. she was doing what she fantasized about doing for so fucking long.

and to her excitement, you were kissing her back.

after a few moments, she parted the kiss panting. both of your eyes fluttered open as you both lightly panted, small puffs of white smoke leaving your mouths. you locked eyes with hers, both of your pupils blown wide. you were both impossibly close to each other, allowing you to hear jinx's faint whisper,

"i like you," her eyes scanned over your face, "a lot."

a laugh left your mouth. she loved hearing your laugh- but in this context, it almost made her petrified until she saw the bright smile that was on your lips.

"i like you, too."

[bloomness]

HIII BLOOM !!!! i was wondering if you could do a lil fluff drabble of you chilling with sero in his room during like a talking stage ?

⋆˚࿔ the synonyms of epitome

authors note: siri what is a talking stage. seraph thank u for requesting ⸝⸝^ᴗ^⸝⸝ sorry for the wait!!

contains: gn!reader, unestablished relationship, fluff, awful flirting

word count: 1.1k

“and she was the—“ hanta glanced up at you. his eyebrow lifted as he looked at you through the stray hairs that had fallen from his shaggy— surprisingly well kept —mullet. you could see his jaw lock into a comfortable smile as he propped it up in the palm of his hand.

“epitome.” you nodded in confirmation. 

it was only midday, so you could hear the distant sounds of footsteps and murmurs of conversation coming from the ua lively students outside. you glanced at the blossoming cherry blossom trees out of hanta’s slightly ajar window. the blush dusted leaves fought against the wind, constant rustles confirming its battle. 

you rest your head against the headboard of hantas bed and took it all in. the wind whistled loudly, sharing secrets with the inner shell of your ear. you liked days like this. simple.

“epitome,” hanta copied from the foot of his bed. his pointer finger followed the words in the book mr. aizawa had assigned for your ancient history class too long ago. 

you had already read the book and wrote your review paper on it two weeks ago but when hanta came to you asking if you wanted to read the awfully boring novel together, who were you to say no?

hanta had a way of making everything feel more alive. over the past few months you, and a handful of other people, have taken notice of how much the two of you spend time together— in how much you enjoy his presence. 

he didn’t have to be telling a dumb joke or making fun of something stupid denki had done. something as simple as being by your side while you’re folding your laundry or mindlessly browsing on your phone, was enough to make you feel so unreasonably good. 

there was something special about your relationship with hanta. something that hasn’t been spoken about on surface level. but the signs were definitely there. 

“she was the epitome of beauty.” hanta finished the sentence, he brows knitting together. “epitome.” he said again. he pinned the book onto his bed with one hand and idly fiddled with his ruffled sheets with his other. 

“he’s basically saying she’s the perfect embodiment of beauty.” you said. “he really likes her.”

hanta nodded his head slowly, “but when he talks to her he acts like he doesn't care?” hanta asks, but it’s clearly his question is coming from curiosity and not confusion. 

you let out a short hum in reply and thought of the best explanation. “well.. maybe he feels too nervous when he  talks to her and can’t show his true emotions?” you tap your fingers against the spine of the novel. you hadn’t given the half baked romance trope of the book much thought but hell if hanta was asking, you were suddenly interested too.

hanat scoffed, shifting from his position. “if i thought someone was the ‘epitome’ of beauty,” his words started off strong but seemed to slowly tumble into a declaration of uncertainty. still he went on, “i would talk to them before anyone else could.” he let out an airy breath. “but i guess i don’t blame him for being nervous.” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. 

you nudged his leg from your spot on the bed, “so what? you see someone you like and immediately ask them out?”

hanta’s eyes flicker to your smirking face,  “i see someone i like and i become their friend.” his eyes fell back onto his bedding. he was really admiring the 100% cotton material. 

“uh huh.” 

“and maybe, eventually, i would ask them out after a couple of years.” he says, his finger making a swirling motion.

“a couple of years?!” you exclaimed, shooting up into a  straightened posture, “you’d make the person you think is perfect wait years for a confession?” you asked, a finger pointed at the tape boy as you suppressed a laugh. you didn’t expect hanta to be so... timid. “who would wait that long?” you asked, genuinely curious.

hanta finally peeled his eyes away from his sheets. his tone indicated that his confidence quickly flooded back, “someone who really likes me too.” he stated, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. 

it was your turn to shift positions now, suddenly feeling like you were under interrogation, when you were really just under hanta’s gaze. your finger fell at his shockingly mature reply. “i guess that makes sense..” you bite your lip.

hanta chuckles at this.

you sighed before you spoke again, allowing your curiosity to get the best of you, “sooo what type of person are you even into?” 

in the couple of years you’ve know hanta he’s never actually had anyone he was talking to, at least not that you know of. and for some reason you felt the need to learn everything about him. it was only natural, right?

hanta shrugged, “someone who can put up with my bullshit.” the book was abandoned now, his idle tracing too, leaving all his attention on you. 

his eyes lit a dangerous fire under you, one that scuffed the surface of your interest. not to the point where it burned, but it left your skin unusually warm. “that leaves your playing field pretty empty huh?” you choose to tease, knowing that if you thought too hard you’d send yourself into a red faced spiral. 

hanta laughed, rubbing his forehead as he shook his head. “not completely empty.” he remarked, something about his words hinting at a subliminal message. “what’s your type then, cerebrito?”

the question caught you by surprise. you hadn’t had time to focus on building romantic relationships with others. you mostly focus on strengthening the relationship you had with your friends, hanta being your strongest. 

“i guess i would like to date someone who can make me laugh. and who likes to spend time with me.” you replied, purposely being broad. hanta had a telling look on his face, making you intrigued to what he was plotting.

hanta nodded, clicking his tongue. “would you like, be into some guy who likes to read boring ass books with you?” he asked carefully, almost like he was ensuring he could play off as a joke if you didn’t answer adequately.

you smiled, ignoring the increase in your heart rate and the sirens blaring in your head. leaning forward, you

force yourself to gently shove his chest, “i would be into a guy who knows what the word epitome means.” you bite back— though it’s more of a playful nip . 

hanta raised a brow and put on a smile, “oh? so you wouldn’t be into a guy who’s the epitome of stupidity?”

he's so stupid. so stupid and so your type. 

“i’m into guys who finish their homework.” you tapped the edge of his copy of the novel. 

hanta settled back into his original position, grinning like he had just won a golden prize. “alright y/n. give this guy a couple of hours and you won’t have to wait any longer.” he brought his focus back to the work below him, “i promise.”

[mrs-monaghan]

Hey Shaz, how are you. I have been sad lately, and I was hoping you could cheer me up. Would it be too much to ask you to do a post on Hobi accidentally putting our favorite couple out there?

Listen. Not alot of people would put this moment on the list but its on the list for me. But mostly because this happens to me all the time! See anon, I am a laugher. I laugh ALOT, much like Jhope.

Not too long ago my sister and her hubby were going at it over something and I was in the back seat just laughing my head off. Then day before yesterday a close friend of mine and her hubby had a silly back and forth and I was there having the time of my life. So when I saw this tweet by Busan baes just now I couldn't help but add it to the list because Jhope here 👆🏾 is me when a couple bickers near me. And I bet I'm not the only one who's experienced this. So yeah, to me Jhope's reaction to Jikook here goes on the list 1300%

But moving on, anon. Exhibit B

A popular moment we all know and love ☺

I go more in depth about it here. The fact that Jhope didn't even notice his slip up thou 🤭🤭

Exhibit C.

Anon idk what in your life is making you sad but I'm hoping this small analysis of Jhope being a snitch, brings a smile to your face 😘 it sure brings a huge grin to mine 😂 its the way Jhope couldn't wait to tell Jimin what he had seen. Poor JK 🤣 Nah, I love that moment sm 🤭🤭

P.S -> that moment answers the age old question on who Jhope would pick if Jikook ever broke up 🤭🤭

Exhibit D

I talk about it here. I remember some ot7s tried debunking this moment by saying that Jhope confuses Jimin and JK's names all the time, so this was just him doing that. While that explanation is valid, it doesn't apply here. When Jhope shouts "JK!" He actually turns around to look at JK. So yeah, he didn't make a mistake this time.

Exhibit E

Speaking of Jhope confusing their names. On this compilation is all members confusing Jikook with eo.

Ends at 3:50. You will notice the culprit is mostly Jhope. This part is my fav 😂😂

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Its hilarious to me but its also really telling, anon. He is one of the reasons we know Jikook spend ALOT of time together.

Exhibit H

This compilation here shows Jhope being the Jikook president he is 😍

Among the things mentioned, is this moment where Jhope shouts "wifey" when JK carries Jimin

Notice how he didn't say it when JK was carrying anyone else ☕

Exhibit I

I actually didn't know about this one, anon. It's new to me 🤭

Its on this analysis here by "breakdown the kookmin" we all know that moment in rom coms where the couple goes to a pottery date and the man sits behind the woman, wraps his hands around hers and they mould the clay together. Now why on earth would Jhope tell JK to do that to Jimin? Eh? And like BTK asks, why can't he just do it himself? 😏😏 oh Hobi 🤭 tell us more, please 😂 tell us everything! ☕

Exhibit J

I don't really need to say much about this one do I?

It's a popular Jhope outing Jikook moment. Basically Jimin was lagging behind and Jhope went to JK specifically -not any other member- to complain about Jimin being slow. You know, like how you can go to a boyfriend about their girl and vice versa?

Tweet with video here

Exhibit K

Is another common moment. We talk about this live a little bit here and talk about Jimin being a big eater here.

Otherwise there is plenty of analyses videos on this live everywhere. e.g this one.

This is considered a Jihope moment but really its a Jikook one. Once you realise JK was in the room, what Jhope was doing to Jimin makes sense. This was a bestfriend teasing their other bestfriend about how they were gonna get some later 🤭🤭 tihihihihi.

LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST (he will continue to slip once they finish serving. Ha haa)

Exhibit L

We talk about this moment here. Like I said, he could have used Jin or Suga as an example, but he used JK 🤷🏾‍♀️

Jikook is real. Have been boyfriends for a long while. So if in doubt, then pay attention to Jhope 😁😁 He's the closest to them which means once in a while he will slip up.

Thanks for the ask anon, I enjoyed doing it 😘 Hope you've cheered up and are feeling better 💛💜

[alwaysless]

Fellow William analyst, greetings! I hope you are well, I hope you don't mind a question/ask.

I am curious about your thoughts on the lack of reaction we see of Will at the "one life" reveal at the dinner scene, if you haven't already shared your thoughts before! We know Annabel wasn't shocked, but what about Will?

It took me longer to answer than I thought, sorry

I'm not sure I can say anything new, but yes, it's pretty damn suspicious. The composition of the frame stylized as broken glass, makes it easy to draw Will with everyone, and a frame later we see him with other panicking students, so RnF didn't show his reaction quite intentionally.

But I also want to talk about his behavior further. In the next episode, Will doesn't behave the way you expect him to. Given his weak-willed personality, it seems like he should be scared and overwhelmed by the prospect of a survival game (like Morella for example) but he's confused at best, and moreover, confused by everyone else's reactions. He even tries to justify the deans, basically gaslighting the rest of the students.

Will is not afraid, but he does not understand why others are. I have only two possible explanations: either he knew, or he just doesn't care, just like Annabel. Or maybe both.

Maybe he has played these games before. Maybe he doesn't plan to fight for a second life (at least not in Nevermore, again just like Annabel). Maybe because he is somehow connected with the academic staff with all his doll aesthetic, there is no second life for him in general, he just works there. There are many options, but here I would prefer to focus on his parallels with Annabel - two characters whose reactions we don't see in this frame.

This is actually not the only scene where they are absent, contrary to common sense. In episode 6 we see the merit board for the first time. Most of the names on it are blurred, but some can be distinguished. Among them are Lenore, Annabel, Duke, Morella, Ada, Prospero and Will. All of them, except Annabel and Will, are present in the room at this moment.

I wouldn't have paid much attention to this scene if it weren't for Prospero. Why is he there? He doesn't speak a single line, and we haven't been introduced to him as a character yet. His presence here is useless. So maybe the idea really was for all the characters whose names were visible on the board to be in the scene(or at least have already been introduced, like Annabel).

So what about Will? My main problem with shapeshifter characters is that they can be anyone, anywhere, at any point in the story. Especially if they can also create their own copies. He could have already been introduced and we just didn't notice.

Now let's talk about the games these kids love to play so much. We know that Annabel is a talented chess player, and Montresor constantly uses card game slang. But did you know that it was William Wilson from Poe's original story who was a cardsharper? I just think it's such an interesting detail. Nevermore`s Will has never been seen like this, but considering how much of a board game aesthetic this webtoon has, I think it's important to note this.

And finally, there is a similarity that also makes them very different: both Annabel and Will have ribbons as an essential symbol, but it has a completely opposite meaning for each of them. For Annabel, the ribbons are a symbol of madness, fear, and perhaps her golden cage. It appears in her hallucinations after Lenore's fake death, as well as when Ada shows her her main fear.

Will, on the other hand? The ribbons are his weapon. He uses them to tangle other people. Curious, although his spectre is obviously a marionette, he doesn't have a control bar for strings, he controls the strings himself (not always successful but still).

No matter how weak-willed Will is, he's the only one in Annabel's group who isn't influenced by her. She blackmails Montresor, Prospero respects her as a leader and friend, Ada admires and envies her. But she doesn't have anything on Will. In the chess allegory, he will obviously be a pawn (and I`ll write a whole post about it, I swear), but not Annabel's pawn. I have an idea that sooner or later, Montresor will think of using Will to find dirt on Annabel in revenge. After all, given their spectre abilities, it's easier for them to find out lenabel's secret.

So, let's summarize what we found. Absolutely nothing. This post turned out to be longer than I had planned, because I was a little carried away, but I hope you found something interesting for yourself in this stream of thoughts.

Here, take funny little Will everyone. He deserves to be noticed.

[pilferingapples]

Y'know I love Comedically Ineffectual Javert but I feel like. Mayhaps. Not enough emphasis is put on how he is actually dangerous to people on the barricade.

He's a government spy -- "A spy of the first quality, who had observed everything, listened to everything, and taken in everything, even when he thought that he was to die; who had played the spy even in his agony, and who, with his elbows leaning on the first step of the sepulchre, had taken notes."

He knows everyone who was there, and a good amount of who did what, who's the leader, etc. He recognizes Marius after the sewers . He took names. He could have given evidence against everyone on the barricades.

Including the five men who escaped.

Including anyone who survived the massacre.

Including the women who worked at the Corinth, who did in fact help set up and prepare the barricade for the fight.

In fact, we don't know that he didn't --we can assume that he had too short an audience with the prefect to give over any detailed info, or that he chose to withhold some things in his Valjean-induced confusion, or even that they threw out his info after his suicide. But it's also possible that five men who thought they'd escaped were rounded up and arrested that week, or that two waitresses were seized as insurgents, or captives were hit with some very specific charges. As Hugo examines in detail in Ninety Three, and hints at even in Les Mis, sometimes showing mercy to one person means condemning many others.

(This , combined with the then-current attitude towards spies --basically that they were the scummiest of scum, execute immediately-- all makes me wonder not why Enjolras wanted him killed, but why he insisted on letting Javert live so long. Especially after Prouvaire's death, when it's safe to say the idea of any potential hostage negotiation is nixed-- what is the point? They aren't really intent on saving a bullet, given Valjean has the go-ahead to shoot him. And after Five Less One More, there's no chance that, say, they'll win and get to let him go as being actually harmless to them with the new political situation. There's no real explanation given in canon so it's an interesting question!)

At any rate: whether Javert did or didn't actually deliver his info, Enjolras and the other barricade fighters choosing to execute him is a practical move totally in keeping realistic military behavior (and Hugo is trying to establish them as behaving like Honorable Military Men ! Which is a whole other topic ...) . Javert is dangerous to the barricade fighters , as his job is to be dangerous-- and despite how he comes off sometimes (and in some adaptations), Javert is actually very very good at his job.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi bisexual sex ed person batman

Do you think teenagers masturbating to porn is bad or neutral

And also i have another question. We know young kids and sex is not a good match. Not questioning that. But do you know why, exactly? Like why is it traumatizing for a small kid to watch porn but not for a teenager. Like how does that work

Thank you in advance. And uh. Happy saturday

hi anon,

okay, so. I need you to understand that you're first question is basically this.

like, you want me to classify EVERY teenager who's ever jacked it to ANY kind of porn as either bad or neutral? good's not even an option? jesus christ.

let's say that I think any body jacking off to anything is for the most part a pretty morally neutral act so long as they're not cranking it on public transit or while spying on someone who is unaware of their presence and therefore unable to consent.

as for your second question, this is going to be unpopular but it's actually not inherently traumatizing for a prepubescent child to see porn. don't get me wrong, I'm in no way advocating for showing your baby porn instead of cocomelon or whatever, but there's no trauma button that automatically gets switched if it happens.

which I can say with a decent amount of firsthand experience because, you know, I work with kids, and I also work with their parents to talk about the experiences that they had as children. every time I teach my class I get parents telling me about how they found porn mags for the first time when they were young, in their parents' bedroom or in a gutter or, once, hidden in some farm equipment. and a lot of their kids have seen porn online by the time they're in the age range I teach (about 11 years old), whether accidentally or shown it a a crude prank by another child.

and for the most part they're like... completely fine. the adults who saw porn as kids grew up to be the kind of thoughtful, conscientious parents who want their kids to receive quality, inclusive sex education. most of their kids find it silly, because they can't imagine why adults might want to do something that looks so weird and awkward, or they get a little kick out of seeing something adult that they know is supposed to be off limits, or they don't get it and don't think much about it at all. hell, some of those kids will experience one of their first encounters with sexual arousal; that's a thing that's perfectly healthy for kids to experience and some are early bloomers!

some kids might find it confusing or upsetting, sure, but those kids also tend to put the magazine away or close the video very quickly. kids are, you know, people, and they're pretty good at just moving away from things that bother them. and discomfort is, ultimately, not the same thing as trauma.

to be sure, some kids have a long-term bad reaction, but there are often extenuating circumstances in that case. there are obvious cases in which porn is shown to a child specifically by an abuser, but I've also found that for a lot of people what causes their long-term psychological distress wasn't them seeing porn but the way their caregivers reacted to it, making the child feel ashamed and dirty without ever giving them an explanation for why the adults in their life reacted so negatively. that can create a huge burden that leaves people feeling shaky and insecure in their sexuality for decades after the fact.

once again, I just want to be super clear on this before anyone starts trying to make it seem like I think Coolsville sucks: I don't think little kids should be seeing a lot of porn! if a kid in your life is doing that, they should be directed gently away with a thoughtful explanation of what they've been looking at and why it's not a good fit for them at their age nor a good model of what real sexuality is like. it can be difficult to suppress the urge to panic and react harshly, even if you feel it's in the kid's best interest, but they deserve an explanation that will make clear that they're not the one in the wrong.

but, again, there's not a switch in a child's brain that automatically traumatizes them if they see a titty.

[newkatzkafe2023]

Never mind JUST breaking the bed, what if they also broke the FLOOR BOARDS?

UH OH SPAGHETTI OHS!!!!!!!🫢🫢🫢

(Lmk Wukong) You would be glaring at him from where you are. Your husband went to hard and broken not only the bed but the floorboards as well. Wukong, of course, looked sheepish from what happened the other night, but you just look soo...........yummy the other night it's not often he would lose control like that. At least in bed with you, all you know is that be better fix it before someone you know see the damage. Then start on both the gossip and explanations you're gonna have to lie about.

(MKR Wukong) OK, so we was extra pissed off about....well, let me explain him, and you were fighting off bandits. However, the guy you were fighting kelp cat calling and making derogatory remarks at you. Of course, even though you broke the guys nose and legs, Wukong still laded waste to the idiot and took his scolding from the monk like a demon man. However, Wukong still had anger, jealousy, and adrenaline and rocked your world in a random in you both spend the night at. You definitely don't tell anyone about the floorboards you both broke as you had to be carried because Wukong killed your legs.

(HIB Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh, you just had to wear that pretty short skirt. Now, not only was the destroyed, but the floor boards busted. The only reason you weren't upset about this hold incident doesn't happen very often. Also, Wukong is mortified. He doesn't remember the last time he ever lost control in bed like that. It was just that you were so sexy and with the way your thighs showed themselves peaking, he couldn't help it. You lay from your spot on your bed as you watched your husband fix the floor in your shared home, with a shared blush on your faces.

(NR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh boi, he would have to be braindead from the kind of mating you just did. You may have even fractured his pelvis a bit with how wilded the two of you went. He wouldn't notice the holes on the floor until he was done smoking to packs of cigars. When he got off the bed, that was when he noticed that he stepped into a deep hole, and he instantly paled at the damage. Wukong Quickly woke you up and told you to pack your bags and that you both were going back home now........thank God you rented a hotel for anniversary night as you checked out and basically run out of the hotel in highspeed.

(Netflix Wukong) He was definitely bamboozled by the other night. You both didn't hold back at all. You were sleeping peacefully on his chest while he lay wide awake with a look of shock. He would sideeye you because that's all he can do at the moment. You had Paralyze his entire lower half. He even can't feel his man junk under the sheets. When he looked down at the bed, he saw Medium sized holes from how hard you both wrestled and mated in bed. Wukong didn't know whether to be impressed or glad he somehow survived.

(BMW Wukong) Hey, this is not your fault. You already told him that you would ride him until the wheels fall off. Unfortunately it cost you the floorboards too, when you looked at the damage it was a splinter city down there. Worse of all, Wukong was smug and cocky he got from both the floor damage and the compete numbness of your legs. Wukong would brag and flirt about it for hours, and you couldn't stand it anymore. You lured Wukong in another bedroom but broke him in instead as Wukong screams from, please. Don't worry too much, though he's clearly very into it.

(Destined one) He covered his face in compete and utter shame, especially when you layer bedridden from the previous nights activities. The Destined one can not explain what happened and how it led up to now. One moment, he was sitting in a quiet place. The next morning, he was in bed with you, and now he's naked, confused, and for some reason, he had a massive hangover. The cherry on top was the giant holes in the ground under the bed at 7am in the morning. The Destined one can never have a comeback from this ordeal and now has to ask super uncomfortable questions about himself.

(Lotmk Wukong) THIS WAS TOTALLY YOUR FAULT............but you couldn't help yourself. Wukong was just to cute and cuddly and needy of your Affection and approval, something he doesn't get often. You bit your lip just thinking about it and when you and him got a room together, you just couldn't handle it. You made Wukong head spin and make beautiful noises he never thought he could make, it was like a lucid fever dream and he wished it didn't have to end. It did however end....in fact it ended with one side of the room floors being compete dust and splinters. You were definitely nervous meanwhile Wukong wished he could die of embarrassment with how everything ended.

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[penny-anna]

ok im just gonna throw this out here in case anyone has enough relevant medical knowledge to advise!

some of u might remember the robot story i shared a while back (not the one i published in the magazine, the other longer one).

i've been keeping the medical stuff in the backstory vague but i'm wrapping it up now and so far one reader has said they found it a bit confusing so if possible i'd like to come up with an actual medical explanation. if not possible then if anyone asks i'll chalk it up to the story being set in the future.

basically one of the characters in the story:

suffered a brain injury so severe that it left them high support & in need of 24 hour care

the brain injury is stated to be due to an unspecified illness rather than an accident

it's implied to have been some kind of long term illness rather than a single event as they had multiple brain scans taken tracking their progress. the pre injury brain scan is integral to the plot.

can anyone come up with a real world scenario that fits this?

the alternative is to go w it being a single event and come up with a handwave for why he'd had brain scans taken previously but i'm reluctant to have to add more exposition.

ETA: ALSO if anyone who read the story when i shared it here remembers whether or not this bothered them that would also be helpful (no worries if not i realise it's been a few months) (once again this isn't the published piece w the robot child it's a different project w different robot)