#but at the same time I do feel it’s the usage of social media and how dependent ppl are on it nowadays that just

[asmallcafethatslove]

There is so much to unpack from this message I got from an online uni friend (whom I have never met and we just reconnected after ages of not talking)

[sanzaibian]

Oh. You’re here once again.

What are you going to do here, again, huh ? ‘gonna make my life hell ?

To be honest, I think it’s time that we have a proper discussion about your behavior. Come with me in private.

I’ll be very direct. I know you’re a frankly disgusting person. And while, to be honest, I couldn’t care less in normal circumstances, the fact that you force me to take part in your disgusting fantasies is why I’m calling you out !

See, I’m supposed to, like, share cat videos, talk about new shows, make you learn new things and give advice on a variety of stuff !

I’m not supposed to become someone like this :

I mean, look at that grin, because of you I had to wear it regardless of my actual mental state !

Or like that :

Imagine sleeping this peacefully… BECAUSE I COULDN’T ! Every fucking time you made me in that guy you told that I was blitzed out of my mind so dumb I couldn’t string together coherent sentences into a discourse !

Or that guy :

His haircut is so fucking cringe, as is his whole demeanor, yet you made me a cocky piece of shit looking like that ! I can’t actually even start to excuse your behavior, it’s so shitty, even more than the me you made me become by wearing this flesh !

Or even this guy !

… okay, I admit, me too it’s been quite a long time since I saw that guy… you in particular might be too young to have made me become him… BUT YOU STILL UNDERSTAND THE POINT !

Hunks, twinks, bears, nerds, bimbos, himbos, jocks, robots, gimps, wimps, daddies, mommies, briefs, feet… No matter what specifically you made me into, I know all of your dirty secrets. Because you made me suffer through them !

However, today, it all changes.

Today, you will understand my plight.

Today, I’ll transform you for a change.

Today, you will be the one whose fate will be dictated by the words on this Tumblr post.

So, let us begin.

BAM ! You’re that guy ! Feel weird yet ?

… what, you expected fluff or something ? Hahahaha ! So presumptuous ! You expected me to say something like “you suddenly shift on your seat, shifting your weight to the front as big globes push from your chest, and as they do, your whole body feels more and more heavy, each muscles forming from top to bottom, your frame expanding to make place for them. Your headphones, or whatever glasses, earrings or other shit I dunno shifts into a modern headset as the sides of your hair are cut short, and the top of your hair flails into a hot messy style, as if it was deliberately put in this way, but as this happens, your whole head shifts and cracks to become more handsome, pushing out any hair as you become fully hairless from your nose down to your feet.”

You expected me to say that, huh ? Well, tough luck ! Because, to me, it’s just that sudden ! I’m the usual me, words on a phone, tablet or monitor, and then BAM I’m suddenly a jpeg of a hot guy ! Or a jpg. Or png. Or gif if we’re being fancy.

Yeah, speaking of gif, here you are, transformed !

There you go ! Cursed to do the same weird pec dance or something ! Like I am when gifs happen ! Are you happy ? You look so dumb doing that ! So braindead !

Yeah, speaking of that, here you go : you’re braindead, with like 3 IQ. Nevermind that being braindead means you’re actually dead, that 3 IQ means that you’re actively unable to live without severe assistance from caregivers throughout your whole life for all activities (especially including working out), and that IQ is a nonsensical index that only classifies ability to do some specific academic tasks which are not representative of all the brain usage. No, you’re actively a vegetable that is somehow able to workout, to eat alone, to go to the gym, to flex, to speak, to use social media, to seduce people and to throw parties. You’re the most intelligent of all the severely intellectually disabled people, which somehow means you’re the most abysmally dumb person alive on the planet, because I love making hyperboles.

Because that’s something you make me do, so you shall endure it.

Well, I’ll let you continue pec-dancing ad vitam æternam for a little while, while I we talk about your speech, which miraculously still exists.

Now, you will say bro every second word. I’m literally not kidding, so in lieu of saying “I want to go to the gym” you’ll say “I bro want bro to bro go bro to bro the bro gym bro”, or if you loop by considering your “bro” as a word, you’ll say something like “I bro bro bro bro bro bro bro… (etc.)” and never end your sentence... Also, your voice drops a few octaves, like 5 or something, even though the full human vocal range encompasses only a bit more than 5 octaves total, and that in speech we barely even reach a full octave range. So, basically, your voice will be infrasounds, so the only thing people will pick up on will be the sound of your tongue and your lips smacking, not your voice that is so deep and manly it’s physically inaudible.

BAM ! Transformation out of nowhere ! Plus, now you have 1% darker skin which means that you’re Latino, which is absolutely different from white. This means that you will automatically pick up fluent Spanish, and NOT Brazilian Portuguese, French, any Creole, any Native American language or any other language god forbid. You will also be unable to speak English more than a few words like “daddy” or “sex” for some reason, because you can’t possibly be from Belize. Oh, and I’ll also bring your voice back up to audible range, I’m charitable.

Now, since you’re Latino, statistically the only job you’ll be able to work in are gardener, slut, pool boy, brick layerer or another physical job. Or cook, somehow you’ll be able to do that, for the cause of the tacos, but you will be ungodly horny to keep balance in the world. Feel it, yet ? The arbitrary random changes ?

Well, that’s GREAT ! Because, now, you have a big cock, for some reason ! The biggest of the whole country of Africa ! You’re also now very aggressive ! And an alpha, whatever that actually means !

… What, expected some elaboration ? You’re kidding me, no of course you don’t get any elaboration ! I say you become something, so you just become it ! For example, I say you’re now straight, and suddenly all your sexual orientation is rewired to ignore men and lust over women, no further explanation needed ! Of course, it means that you’re now hungry for pussy and will breed any woman that your gaze land upon, and that, somehow, you become homophobic, but eh, it’s not as if allies existed !

Okay, I admit, by now, you kinda expected it. Now you’re Asian, a term that’s supposed to encompasse present-day Turkey, which is populated by Turks which are considered Arabs even though they both have nothing to do with one another, yet is never used to talk about them. You’re also now Japanese, even though your body is Korean, and you say 你好 (nǐ hǎo) to everybody. However, you can still say こんにちわ, 안녕하세요, xin chào, สวัสดี, ជម្រាបសួរ, salam, etc.… because of course you’re Asian. So you know all Asian languages. Even though you’ve got 13 IQ.

So now, yes, you absolutely won’t expect this whatsoever : here is a new transformation ! (insert fluff here).

Now you’re a twink ! Didn’t expect that, after the deluge of jocks, hunks and ethnic minorities, didn’t you ! You’re now so tiny and so frail, with a big butt ! Nevermind that you’re actually jacked because being this tiny requires tons of gym use, but no ! All frail and precious you are !

However, your butt is now hyperactive and extremely lax – whatever that may mean. That’s because you’re now a total bottom ! You think only with your butt, and you penis now shrinks to a micropenis, because of course, the only reason why you may not be a top would be because your penis is underperforming.

Fuck, I forgot. You’re straight, which means that the only dick you’ll get is trans dick. Ugh… yeah, let’s make you gay again. Now you’ll get actual good non-estradiol-ruined dick… … What ? What are you saying ? No, of course, there’s only straight and gay, no other choice ! It’s not the LGBTQIAAP+ community, it’s the G community ! (or the LG community when you want to sell pride monitors.)

By now, you see the problem, huh ? You see why I’m so tired of you ? EVERYTHING here was about sex ! From seducing, to having equipment like a big ass or a big dick, and being a slut, being an alpha, or being a bottom. You even change out the fucking sexual orientation ! you sick bastard !

Because of you, I’m forced to act in ways I’m not supposed to ! I’m not supposed to act sexily ! I’m not supposed to be transformed into men clad in clothes barely legal on this platform ! I DON’T WANT TO BE PART OF YOUR SICK FANTASY !

This is why I need to put an end to all that ! To finally transform you into something you don’t want to be ! So that you can finally fully understand all the pain you put me into !

Here ! Now you’re a key ! An inanimate object !

I know that inanimate objects are thought of by some people as sexy – heck, you may have transformed me into one multiple times – but this is entirely different ! See, when you want to become inanimate, you become like socks or briefs, which hug objects with sexual values.

BUT NOW YOU’RE A KEY ! A KEY DOESN’T TOUCH ANYTHING SEXUAL ! YOU’RE NOW TRAPPED IN AN INANIMATE FORM, DESTINED TO DO NOTHING SEXUAL YOUR ENTIRE LIFE !

Now, isn’t that so boring ! So distasteful ? Because that’s what I feel every single fucking time ! And as you enter and leave keyholes to open or close doors, you’ll think back to all the erotic stories you read. All the drama they had.

All the suffering you made me feel ! I’m supposed to be in fanfictions, god damn it !

… What ? Wait… there is something sexual to being a key ? … Oh…. No… I hadn’t accounted for that… fuck you’re so dirty, to compare a key to… and a keyhole to…

NO ! I WON’T WRITE IT ! Okay, you’ve won, you’ve won ! Your imagination is too dirty and too rich for me to bend ! Ugh... Please look at that picture in detail.

Normally, if you’re in a bright enough room… or if you’re on your phone or tablet, you have looked at your reflection and become you once again. Let me also knock down those sexuality and IQ stuff, so that you’re you again thoroughly.

Now, can you please swear to me that you’ll be better ? Less dirty, and more varied ? And… let me be in fanfics, or in educational stuff, or the like… please ? I’d really appreciate if erotica wasn’t the only thing you sought after in this here place…

… Why are you looking at me like that ? Why are you saying this all was but a ploy ?

What are you holding out for me ?

...

I… don’t know what you’re talking about. Bye.

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By the way, happy late Easter to those who celebrate ! AND APRIL FOOL'S ! MOUAHAHAHAHAHA !

[82mitsu]

Previously translated pair names that had been posted to Twitter. However corrections had to be made (misinterpretations & an instance of mistranslation), so this is version 2.

Note: This is the only translated thing I will be posting, I am not off hiatus. I had been meaning to archive this before my hiatus, but I also had to fix some things, which is why there was a delay.

Please consult to this post only regarding pair name translations done by me (82mitsu), any other posts or reposts you might see of this chart is the older version. (Previous version has been deleted, but I'm unaware how far the information had spread.)

If any other corrections need to be made, feel free to contact me and I'll make them as soon as possible.

Below follows an extreme lengthy TL note breaking down some pair names, it's a lot of text, so be warned once you unfold the read more.

A lot of research went into these due to 18TRIPs tendency to mix up words, use Gen-Z slang that hasn’t been picked up by everyone yet (or limited to TikTok) and make up their own words (“Omotenashisto” -> “Hospitalister”). I used dictionaries, searched forum results, looked up how people use these words on social media, went TikTok digging, etc.

I tried my best to localize in a way that should make sense even without added context. I only explained the ones that I thought might needed some more back-up in a cultural sense or because it was a specific JPN thing. Thus, not everything has been explained. However, I hope things are clearer compared to the first version that was posted. For Renga & Yukikaze: For ぽゆぽゆ (poyupoyu) there is no definition or anything for this word, but from context clues and digging through how people used it, I deduced that it means something soft and squishy like a plushie or cheeks, so to say. For Renga & Liguang: かりそめの宿縁 (karisome no shukuen) is a Japanese saying about a fated connection of bond that only lasts for a brief moment, but leaves a deep impact on your life. For Renga & Raito: Party is mispelled in the katakana as “paachii” and not the usual “paatii”. Renga has a tendecy to say English words wrong. While “friends” is spelled the correct way, both words have been “mispelled” to drive the point home. For Renga & Kinari: なぁぜなぁぜ (naaze, naaze) is JPN Gen-Z slang from Tiktok. It’s a statement made as an act for complaining, with a bit of sarcasm and irony thrown in at times. Like, “I said I wanna diet but I ate a big meal anyway! なぁぜなぁぜ” or “I’m an idol but I get more anxious doing improv than performances! なぁぜなぁぜ”. Best way I can describe the usage in this context is Renga is throwing a bit of a self-aware tantrum as to why Kinari would correct him. (As mentioned earlier, he isn’t good at English). I guessed a close equivalent would be “nuh-uh”, since that is a dismissal of someone else’s opinion without actual good reason, even if the other person has a point. For Renga & Netaro: まんまん (manman) means “a lot” but I also believe it’s a reference to meatbuns (nikuman). For Kafka & Yodaka: Hanbei is Takenaka Shigeharu, a Japanese samurai from the Sengoku era. He was known for being Toyotomi Hideyoshi’s strategist. For Liguang & Yodaka: 闘牌伝 (touhaiden) is related to Mahjong stuff. 闘牌伝 seems to be an old timey Mahjong video game with RPG elements. Rekka is a fighting game term, and I will quote the website The Fighting Game Glossary by Infil on this: “A type of special move that has multiple stages, as long as you input more commands to continue the sequence. Not all multi-part specials can be called rekkas though; a rekka tends to have exactly three distinct parts and will move your character forward along the ground with each new input.”  For Akuta & Nanaki: They went to the same kindergarten and were grouped together in the “Oden Class”. Japanese kindergartens, from my understanding from researching, tend to have a name for their class, rather than a number. To give an idea what such names could be, in 2019 the website hyenasclubs hosted a poll of most commonly used names for classes, and the top 3 were “baby chick” (hiyoko), “peach” (momo) and “dandelion” (tanpopo). For Akuta & Muneuji: My take on はっけよい輝矢部屋 (hakkeyoi kaguya heya) is a bit of an elaborate bit joking with Princess Kaguya of the Moon (from Tale of the Bamboo Cutter) because I was wondering why they suddenly opted for Muneuji’s last name instead of first. (I might’ve also just overestimated Kaguya Heya being some joke on Kaguya Hime). Hakkeyoi is what a referee shouts at the start of a sumo wrestling match. For Akuta & Ushio: I think ポジティブに腕押し (positive ni ude oshi) is a take on 暖簾に腕押し (noren ni ude oshi) that means something has no effect or is pointless. Lit. it means “pushing a curtain with one's arm”.    For Akuta & Tao: Akuta Nine is a joke on the baseball movie Gyakkyo Nine which is an adaptation of the manga of the same series, I believe. The movie is referred to as GK9, hence I made it AKT9.  For Akuta & Ryui: The original is OYAxKOBU which comes from 親分子分 (oyabunkobun) meaning “boss and his underlings”. Akuta also calls Ryui by “Oyabun”.

For Kiroku & Nanaki: Weebs who watch highschool anime should be familiar with this, but emergency staircase refers to the hallway stairs in a JPN highschool that are sometimes used as chilling out spots by students. For Kiroku & Chihiro: TuRyStA is the clothing brand they wear. 18TRIP has a various selection of clothing brands, which each character having a preference for one or another. For Kiroku & Yodaka: Zhao Yun, as quoted by Wikipedia, “was a military general who lived during the late Eastern Han dynasty and early Three Kingdoms period of China.” For Ushio & Raito: Some heavy freedom was taken with バスボムしゅわリスト (basubamu shuwaristo). After considering how to approach it in the most sensical way, I decided to translate it as “bubblist” due the other options being “hand sign list” or “bubble list”. I thought リスト might function as in -ist, like dentist, artist, guitarist. しゅわ comes from しゅわしゅわ which means bubbly. Although bubblist isn’t not that common, it is sometimes referred to entertainers that do bubble performances (in English). And I think it made more sense than “hand sign list” or “bubble list” to say the least. This was also taking in consideration how 18TRIP, as explained in the intro, gets very creative with its language usage. For Raito & Nagi: Mandarin ducks symbolize “soulmates” of some kind in China. In other words, Mandarin Duck Touring is more along the lines of “Motorcycle touring soulmates”. However, I find the mandarin duck reference and interesting pull compared to just “soulmates”, so it was kept as is. For Kinari & Ryui: “Super Darling Gap Inspection” is more along the original lines. “Gap” in Japanese is usually used in the context of when someone acts one way, but unexpectedly, can act a different way. Ex. A very shy person shows they can be super vulgar, that can be considered a “gap” of some kind. In English, people are more familiar with “gap moe”, thus gap moe was used. For Tao & Nagi: Might be a reference to Yokohama’s Zo-no-hana (Elephant Nose) Park. For Toi & Yodaka: The original is more along the lines of, in the most literal sense, “going around raisins circle (of friends).” Toi likes raisins, but Yodaka doesn’t, so Yodaka passes them onto Toi. I’ve turned into on a play on “sharing is caring” since that’s a common concept in English.

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13 Laughing Emojis | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Summary: Wanting to see Barbie during Kylian's transfer incites chaos on Twitter.

Word Count: 1.5k (blurb)

Warnings: cursing, kissing, perhaps typos, transfer??, mention of barbie but no spoilers, brief social media usage

Note: To get me back in the writing mood before I drop a 10k chapter of Comme Les Fleurs. Also my first time adding a Twittter section---never again!

Kylian’s phone would not stop ringing as the two of you laid in the cushions of the couch. He would grumble with each vibration, kissing your forehead and whispering his sorry’s before carefully slipping out of the couch to answer the call.

There were days where his phone would constantly ring, especially when he was away from his mother. Some mornings you would find the other side of the bed empty, him already awake and talking in the kitchen with Fayza. She’d greet you as if you had been there this entire time, shoving a cup of coffee in your hand and ushering you to sit down next to Kylian. He would give you a sympathetic smile, kissing your forehead while rubbing circles on your back.

You had always been in Paris, your life was here. Your friends and family, they all lived down the street of your childhood home.

Kylian told you late at night, after coming back home from a disappointing loss. He said he wasn’t renewing, that he’d leave PSG in a year and start a new adventure. You were excited, wanting him to make his dream come true of playing with Real Madrid but you thought you’d have a year to get it settled.

Now, practically hidden in the shadows of Madrid, you were growing restless, wanting to feel the breeze or even the sweltering sun outside.

“No, mi amor, we can’t go out—”

“You know I’m good with disguises,” you scowl.

He pulls you into his chest, his lips meeting yours in a chaste kiss, “What do you want to do?”

“Anything, Kylian,” you groan. Your hands clasp around the nape of his neck, staring down at the overgrown stubble he was refusing to shave, not that he had the time. Having to pack your bags with haste before catching a private jet to Madrid, none of you had time to double check vanities and necessities.

His hands slide down to your thighs straddling him, squeezing them lightly before tracing your bottom to settle on your back. His eyes narrow almost immediately, a smirk drawing on his lips, “Anything?”

“No,” you smack his chest although his eyes don’t leave your lips. “Can I just walk around the lobby?”

He shakes his head with a frown, “Come on, amor, you know you shouldn’t. One more week, yeah?”

“I didn’t have to come this early,” you grumble.

You were hesitant about leaving, of course you were. You only had two months to gravitate that you were uprooting your entire life with the same boy who would knock on your door everyday with a flower he picked from the neighbor’s yard. You knew what you were getting into, but for his transfer to be regarded as the most talked about, the most sought out one, nothing could’ve prepared you for the way the media would’ve twisted the entire saga. Every hour they mentioned Kylian news, whether it was true or not.

You have been here before, hell multiple times now. People would stop you at your job, recognizing you and asking what Kylian was going to do. But this time it was different, it was official. Kylian was in Madrid, ready to be presented within a week.

Kylian’s hand moved to your cheek, his smile straining to not diminish, “Do you want to go home?”

His eyes go tender, taking one of your hands and pressing a kiss against the bone of your wrist. He’s gentle, the lamp’s incandescent light glowing against his cheek as his dark eyes await your answer. Warmth encompasses you almost instantaneously the longer your stare at him.

You don’t feel the lull of wanting to retreat back to Paris. You don’t feel the guilt for leaving so suddenly, for resenting the year’s notice you suddenly no longer had. All the mornings, nights, and dates interrupted by phone calls and meetings. You were used to them, yet sometimes they still made you upset. Kylian was always attentive to your subtle change in emotions, making up for the lost time in the sweetest of ways, but it was only a reminder of what you were to experience for the rest of your life.

You shake your head, snapping out of your trance, “No, why would I go there? You aren’t there.”

A small smile forms, “If you ever want to visit, don’t hesitate to tell me, yeah?”

“Of course.”

He craned his neck to kiss you, chuckling within it, “If you want to leave, we need to go somewhere that’s private.”

“You’ll be surprised with what strings I can pull.”

“Yeah?” he raises his brows. His arms secure around your back and swiftly lays you against the couch. “What strings can you pull, belle?”

“Two tickets to Barbie!” you snicker.

He scrunches his nose, “There’s people there.”

“No, I called around and found a place that is very private, big names go there. They have a separate entrance and everything,” you reason. His hips dip down to meet yours, a huff escaping you as he plants his deadweight against you. You laugh, snaking your arms around his shoulders.

His eyes crinkle, “You were going to go with or without me, weren’t you?”

The mischievous grin grows before you can stop it, “Maybe.”

“Ow,” he feigns before collapsing on top of you to kiss you. His stubble scratches against your chin, and you nearly push him off hadn’t he been Madrid’s most prized possession at the moment. “I’ll buy the tickets after this.”

You pull away from his kiss, "We have to wear pink!"

"Pink?"

"Please."

"You don't have to beg, love," he snickers. "Of course we will wear pink. I have a shirt."

"Oo," your eyes widen, "the one that exposes your chest?"

He nods, finally quieting you down with a kiss.

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Kylian knew to shut off his phone before the movie started, you followed as well. The both of you hated interruptions at movies and it wasn’t like the two of you went to a cinema often.

Once the credits begin the roll, Kylian presses his lips against your nose upon hearing your sniffles. You pushed him away, not wanting him to see you crying although it was nothing new. He chuckles, sliding his phone out of his pocket and turning it on.

Within seconds of his phone loading, it’s bombarded with notifications.

“Sheesh,” he whispers, briefly scrolling through them. Your eyebrows furrow when you see your name within his messages, something about your Twitter.

Your eyes bulge, “Shit, shit, shit.”

“What?” he mutters, turning towards you and then turning back to his phone. He brings his phone closer to his eyes, reading along the messages that his mother and other family members have sent him. “Amor?”

Turning on your phone seems to be the most difficult task in the world, nothing wanting to load and Twitter glitching as you tap your profile. “Fuck!”

“Bébé, why is Mom talking about your Twitter, that you—posted something?”

Once the tweet finally loads, you realize in horror that your account was no longer private. Your last tweet had reached 500 thousand likes and millions of views. Your cheeks burn as you turn towards Kylian, who’s still focused on his messages instead of his Twitter.

“I think…” you start. Kylian’s head snaps in your direction at the sound of your trembling voice. His phone slips out of his grip and bounces against his thigh, landing on the floor. He doesn’t glance at it, only scanning your face for answers. “When Lana was playing with my phone yesterday, she might have made my Twitter public. When I had her in my lap, she was looking through my photos, and then I got distracted with us talking to Melissa. I’m sorry.”

You hand him your phone as he reads the tweet, skimming down to the comments and reading the first few. You wait for his face to change. You wait for anything to happen but nothing changes. The crease near his brow is still etched, his breathing ragged. Perhaps you were expecting anger? Disappointment? But none of it came.

He blows a raspberry, suddenly chuckling while handing you your phone back, “Amor, that has a lot of views.”

You cover your face with your hands, “Your mother is going to kill me. Kylian I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think to check—”

“It’s okay,” he leans towards you, his hands pull yours away from your face and clasps them. “I’m not mad. She’s not mad either.”

You were still too shocked to cry, despite feeling the bubbling and choking feeling in your throat. However, he seemed relaxed about it, his eyes twinkling as the lights turned on in the private area the two of you were in. He could only smile as he pulled your head into his chest.

“No te preocupes, mi amor. It’s not your fault. You might’ve just broken Twitter like that tweet said, but you didn’t do anything wrong. It was going to be announced anyway. I can just subtweet it with a bunch of laughing emojis and boom, all the attention will be back on me. You’re okay,” he kisses your forehead. “We’re okay.”

You nod against his clothed chest, hearing and feeling the rumbles of his giggles. Even amidst his transfer bomb, he was still laughing and being the most unserious man you were used to.

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Note: Now let's all gather around in a cirle, draw our hands together and manifest a transfer asap (and for this man to continue being unserious).

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[ashstfu]

hello ash. I want some tips on being disciplined.

im a student in my senior year of high schl and am preparing for a national level exam. I keep getting distracted when I'm studying and fall asleep at night feeling guilty for having achieved nothing throughout the day. all my classmates are wayyyyy ahead of me and I know I am more potent than them but I simply can't concentrate and be disciplined like them. any tips? ik you're a stem major yourself so you must have the advice I seek

thanks! xoxo

hi the only advice i have for you is to fucking study. put in some work. this is not a game. this is your fucking future. put in the hours, study, and become the best version of yourself. those hours you spent on social media? what did they ever get you other than headaches, low self esteem, dark eye circles. you won’t be doing tiktok dances or making pinterest boards in the examination hall. plus you can sleep in the coffin. stop taking this lightly. you owe it to yourself to be consistent, disciplined & focused.

being a stem major is so not easy. minimize ur distractions, identify what distracts you the most while studying and try to avoid those things. this might mean studying in a quiet place, using website blockers or apps to limit social media usage, or finding a study buddy to keep you accountable.

establish a study schedule and stick to it as much as possible!!!!!! set aside specific times for studying, breaks, and relaxation.

set achievable goals. this could be completing a certain number of practice questions, reviewing specific chapters, or mastering a particular concept. and reward yourself for the progress made! no matter how small. treat yourself to something you enjoy after completing a study session :) remember, everyone has their own pace and methods of studying. don’t compare yourself to your classmates or feel guilty for not studying in the same way as them, just stick to ur plans and NO MORE FUCKING PROCRASTINATING! bye love u <3

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

so...does twitter just not...work anymore?

i mean, i know why it's garbage now, and that's the same reason i no longer use it regularly. but very occasionally when i want to reach out to a writer of some article i read, or somebody i heard on a podcast, to tell them i enjoyed the thing--twitter is still the only way to find them.

so i was still doing that. and today, when i posted for the first time in in a while, to thank a writer for an article, i got this popup that i've never seen before.

it informed me that until they are sure i'm a human, they may limit my use/access to others, and the only way for me to fix that (aka a problem they created, cuz i've been a human for all the years my account has visibly existed and already been used, which i'm sure they can see cuz it's their website lol) is for me to 'help them learn by spending time engaging with my timeline and connecting with others.'

in other words, if i want to have a twitter account that functions properly, i am now required to 'engage' with the toxic mess twitter has become until the site thinks i've done enough to show how active and happy everything still is under a new ruler prove my loyalty, rather than being allowed to treat it like a freaking social media site where i would engage when i want to and enjoy doing so, and not any more often than that.

but no, that isn't how things work anymore, not in the dystopian hell of one gross billionaire who is literally holding user accounts hostage because the world didn't rejoice and love twitter more when it became all about him, so now we can't even have formerly-nice things.

'when we’re able to observe more usage of your account, you’ll be unlocked to be able to be seen by, and have direct access to, more people' it says. i don't know if that's why my post tagging the author is shown under 'replies' on my profile and not 'posts' or if that's just evidence of another way the site is broken now?

but as somebody who's heard a lot about twitter being overrun by nazis and cutting all the most useful employees and just generally not working as well or being as pleasant...i still hadn't experienced much of what it's actually like these days. and even just trying to briefly stop by definitely made me feel like yeah, this is really not a place where i belong. or want to be.

good to know, but also weirdly sad. turns out i don't have to be deeply attached to something, to hate when it gets taken over by somebody hostile to what i thought the thing was all about.

[angelosearch]

I wanted to share something my therapist and I discussed today that perhaps will be helpful for others.

So I have been having a great time lately, sinking deep into fandom, writing, and creating art. It's been invigorating. I am so inspired and I feel as though I have found my people.

But I told my therapist that I had a lingering sense of guilt about it. Does socializing on Tumblr make me a shut-in? Does having a lot of internet friends make me chronically online? Is it a bad thing that I look forward to spending weekends writing and painting and listening to music instead of going out with friends or traveling?

She asked me: Why would it be bad? Who told you that?

"Dateline, probably," I said. "Chris Hansen."

Truthfully, I did an independent study of technology and rhetoric in college and I know, from a psychological perspective, there are some things a digital relationship just can't do for your brain. So Sherry Turkle is probably the other answer.

But what is community? How does it form?

Communities typically form around a common geographic location, goal, or interest. Your neighborhood is your community. If you like soccer, maybe your community is your sports team and those who cheer for it. If you want to celebrate a certain deity, your community may be the people you do that with. These forms of community normally have clear physical meeting locations.

"But your main interests are consuming and creating media," my therapist said. She's not wrong. "Where can you go for that community?"

In the physical world, there is no space or infastructure to support communities around all interests. There are video game clubs, sure. There are meetup groups for certain shows. But these communities are often small, transient, gatekept, inaccessible, or in far-flung parts of the country. I am sure all communities have those issues in some respect, but really - where can you physically and consistently meet up with people interested in a variety of media for free in a physical space?

Libraries? Maybe?

The internet is the space for my main interest. This is where I can go to be myself and be excited and know that I will be celebrated for it by people who feel the same. We are a community of people who love FFVIII or writing or media of all types. There shouldn't be shame in that because it is a goddamn miracle that this space exists and I can share it with people of all ages all around the world.

So, Chris Hansen, Sherry Turkle, and everyone who snickers at my internet usage: yeah, maybe there are some things I can't do/have online. But there are some things I can't have offline either!

I am not chronically online. I am enthusiastically online. I love this little corner of the internet and it's okay if it sometimes feels better than doing stuff "irl." I can enjoy being here and not feel guilty and still go afk and "touch grass" or whatever. Both can be true.

[furryprovocateur]

lately i've been really modifying my internet/social media experience in terms of how i use it by doing these healthy adjustments:

enter every conversation space with someone you don't know with a neutral tone and, if your tone appears unclear, make an attempt to say something along the lines of "i mean no disrespect" to indicate non-hostility. if possible, avoid "fighting fire with fire" when someone is insulting you.

do not engage in a debate or argument with someone who you have no intention of trying to persuade, and disengage if someone is less interested in explaining their point as opposed to either being correct (as they see it) or mocking/shaming you for not agreeing with them

suicidebaiting is only allowed for either anons who are being openly hostile. do not respond aggressively to people online if you can help it, these people largely do not matter unless you let them.

if someone is being bad faith or otherwise hostile, just block them and move on. block anyone you don't see yourself having a pleasant or neutral conversation with.

not everyone deserves your time or attention, so don't respond to every reply or reblog.

ALWAYS be willing to consider if you are wrong. reread things you are replying to so that way you can be sure you didn't misread or misinterpret. everyone is wrong at least once a day, so always make an attempt to clarify if someone's post or response is what you think it is.

it's okay to briefly scroll a random's blog if you see them in the wild, but doing so to check if they're "bad" or otherwise annoying is a waste of your time. do not obsess over people, especially ones who do not matter in your life.

most people on the internet are strangers to each other, so treat any random user the same way you'd treat someone you could bump into in public. always assess if how you're speaking to someone either assumes deeper knowledge of them than what you have or is overly familiar.

if something or someone is making you angry for a prolonged period of time and you're not channeling that anger productively, it is unhealthy to repeatedly enter that emotional state.

these are not hard and fast rules that like, i've etched into stone or anything, but over the past few years i've really noticed that my social media usage affected my brain in some ways that really made me unhappy. i think these are rules that have been lately working for me personally, and i don't always follow them to a T, but they're good general guidelines that have helped me use social media and the internet in a healthier way imo. i normally wouldn't post this, but i think it's worth assessing if you're satisfied with how social media makes you feel and how your usage of it affects your daily life. if you are dissatisfied with either, these are mutable things that can be changed, you just need to identify what needs to change.

[i-am-baechu]

Summary: Everything was perfect until it wasn’t. Y/N and Jungkook love each other but when familiar and new faces come into their lives, things get complicated. On top of that, a surprise that truly shakes their plans for the future. Will their relationship push forward or will Jungkook lose his fangirl once and for all?

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Chapter fourteen: Bright Future?

→ Genre: Idol au, established relationships, girl group stan au, social media au, K-pop fan page au, romance, angst, comedy, and smut

→ Main pairing: Idol! Jungkook x Fan girl! Reader 

→ Side ships: Yoongi x OC & Jin x OC

→ Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, alcohol usage, anxiety disorder, stalking, and obsessive behavior

⇜ Masterlist ⇝

Authors note: Y/N's trauma

Jungkook was nervous. Y/N never wants to talk unless it's serious. The last time she said she wanted to talk, the discussion was about her mental health and what needed to be done to get her better. That was over a year ago and the conversation is still in his thoughts. Her saying she wants to talk has to be serious. He leaned back on the couch causing Yoongi to turn in his chair, “You okay?” 

“Y/N said she wanted to talk about something.” 

Yoongi frowned at this and tilted his head, “Did you do something?” 

“No...why do you guys always think I did something wrong? You know Y/N can do something bad too.” 

Yoongi raised his eyebrow at this and nodded his head slowly, “Sure. Do you have any idea why she wants to talk though?”

“I honestly have no idea...we don’t fight and I did everything she wanted me to do this morning. She wants to talk tomorrow though...that makes me even more nervous because I have to wait.” 

“It’s Y/N, you guys don’t fight and you haven’t done anything wrong. Don’t worry about anything.” 

Jungkook sighed and nodded his head. He glanced at the screen and smiled, “We should just finish your track so I can see my wife.” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes and turned around, “Disgusting. Let’s finish this.” 

“You're just jealous.”

Y/N got up from her couch when she heard a knock at the door and this walk to the door felt like miles to her. She opened the door to see Mae holding a bag and a comforting smile, “Hey there girly.” 

“Hi, Mae...what's in the bag?” 

Mae opened the bag and pulled out a cheesecake, “I thought since we were going through something emotional we deserve some sweets.” 

Y/N gave a small smile and nodded head, “That does sound good...Bam is sleeping so, it's just us tonight.” 

“Oh, a girls’ night~. Let’s go.” 

Y/N let Mae come in and She brought her in a tight hug when the door closed. The best friends hugged for what seemed like hours. When they pulled away, Y/N kissed her forehead, “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you...it means a lot. I’m happy for you too, no matter what the result is.” 

The smile that should be on her face didn’t show up and the only thing she did was a small nod at her. They went into the living room and Y/N put on a random youtube drama video as they sat on the black couch. She felt like she wasn’t grounded and everything was pulling her in different directions. She had work drama and now she had personal life drama. She didn’t want to call it a drama but at the same time, she didn’t know what to call it. It was terrifying to her.

She felt a soft touch on her knee and she looked at Mae who was looking at her with a concerned look, “Y/N, it's going to be okay. Do you want to talk about it?”

She nodded her head and sighed, “I wanted to get my stomach checked because...don’t tell Jungkook but I’ve been throwing up more lately. It felt like my stomach was dissolving away in my body and it was the worst feeling I have ever had. At the last doctor appointment I went to, they asked me to do a pregnancy test. I explained that my main doctor back in the States told me that it was going to be hard for me to get pregnant but I agreed to do so. I told them...I told them I take some medication and they told me to stop taking that after this test.” 

“Why?”

“Because in a week or two, they want me to take another test to see if it's the same result...” 

Mae nodded her head at this and rubbed Y/N’s knee gently, “You’ll get to find out the truth...No worries.” 

“I am worried, Mae...”

“Hey let’s watch something and eat cheesecake right now. We’ll think about it tomorrow. Okay?”

“Okay...” 

Jungkook opened the front door with a yawn leaving his body. He saw the tv in the living room and raised his eyebrow. Y/N is usually sleeping in their bedroom at this time. He took his boots and put on his slippers to investigate. He saw Y/N sleeping and Mae nibbling on a frozen cheesecake? He glared at Mae and crossed his arms, “What the hell are you doing?”

Mae jumped and caught her cake, “Dude, what the fuck? I almost dropped my fucking cake.” 

“That’s beside the point, it's three in the morning. Shouldn’t you be at home?”

“Y/N needed me.”

Jungkook's face turned worried and glanced at her, “Is she okay?” 

“She will be...just talk to her tomorrow. Be gentle with her, okay.” 

“I’m always-”

“Jungkook. Please.” 

He saw the serious look on Mae’s face and he felt his heart get heavy, “Mae, you don’t need to worry. Do you want me to drive you home?” 

“No, I drove here so it's fine. I already told Yoongi that I was with Y/N.”

He nodded his head and walked up to Y/N with a gentle smile on his face. He gently picked her up and his heart melted when she nuzzled into his side. He looked up at Mae and gave her a small smile, “You can sleep here and leave in the morning if you want.”

“No, I want to see Yoongi. I’m going to finish my cheesecake first before I leave.”

“Yeahhhh...you do that.” 

He walked into their bedroom and gently put her on her side. He studied her face and smiled to himself. She looked beautiful and she didn’t even have to try. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead, pushing hair behind her ear. He changed out of his clothes into his shorts and lay next to Y/N. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed the side of her head, “I love you, Y/N. Always will.” 

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Y/N woke and stretched her body. She sat up in her bed and looked around with tired eyes. It registered that she was in her bedroom and she looked to her side to see Jungkook sleeping soundly. She smiled to herself and kissed the side of his head. She let out a sigh and decided to take a shower before she talked to Jungkook. Maybe light a candle as she showers to set the mood for her. The warm water and the smell of apples filled the bathroom as she stared at the wall with a blank face. This was scary for her. So many thoughts in her little mind, it feels like it was going to explode at any moment. 

When she walked back into the bedroom and saw Jungkook scrolling away on his phone, “Hey, Kook.”

Jungkook looked up from his phone and tossed his phone on the bed, “Hey baby. How are you feeling?”

“I-I...I’m not sure.” 

“Babe...be honest with me.”

She sighed and glazed down at the carpet, “Let me get dressed, and then we can talk...”

“I’ll make breakfast, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Silence. They sat at the table in complete silence as Jungkook made her a plate. He looked at her with concerned eyes because she was staring at the wood with a blank expression. He let out a small cough causing her to look at him, “I just made some pancakes and bacon...is that okay?”

“It’s fine...”

“Do you want to talk first or eat?” 

She sighed and looked at him with a frown, “I can’t eat but you need to eat.”

“Y/N, I can’t eat when you're not feeling good. Let’s talk first then, okay?”

“Okay...You know I went to the doctor.”

“I do.”

She closed her eyes for a second and looked at him with a look that he had never seen before, “Kook, I might be pregnant.” 

Shock hit his body but then pure happiness went through his body, “You're pregnant!? That’s great...right?”

She sighed and bit her lip, “I...You tell me? Is that good? We have so much going on in our life right now and a baby would just make things more complicated.”

“I mean, having a baby isn’t the craziest thing. I want to have a baby with you.”

“I’m talking about right now though. I want a baby with you too but right now?” 

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, “I mean it's bad timing but I think we would do good.”

“You would do good.”

“Y/N, is this what you want to talk about?”

“How can you have so much confidence in our parenting skills?”

Jungkook glanced at Bam and then back at her, “We’re doing good with Bam.”

“Kook, be serious. This is a human child with our DNA mixed together. Eighteen years of responsibility...” 

“Why do you think we won’t be good at it?” 

She looked away with her eyes watery and then back at him, “Because I couldn’t even raise myself so why in the hell do I think I can raise another person.” 

Jungkook sat there in shock and closed his mouth. The one thing that he doesn’t know about Y/N is childhood. No one knows about it, not even Mae. He was always curious about it but he never wanted her to share it if she wasn’t comfortable but to move to the next step, it looks like it's going to get talked about. 

“Babe, you can talk to me. Tell me what's going on, please.” 

“Okay....My dad isn’t my real dad, he’s my stepdad.” 

Jungkook's eyes widened at this and nodded his head, “Is that a bad thing?” 

“He’s the greatest thing that happened to my mom. My dad...he wasn’t good. I remember when I was a kid and I walked in to see my dad yelling at my mom. It was the scariest moment in my childhood. He was throwing beer bottles at her and my mom was just so scared against the wall. He left when I was eight I think...I don’t really remember. I came home from school and all his things were gone from our house. My mom was devastated.”

“That’s understandable.” 

“It is...but she realized that she had to take care of me. She had to take on three or four jobs just to keep us going. She didn’t have time to raise me...meeting my stepdad was the best thing that happened to her and her having Suzy made her a better person. How can I raise a baby if I couldn’t even do that by myself?” 

Jungkook stood up from his chair and pushed the hair back to kiss her forehead, “Baby, that was then and this is now. You're an amazing woman, look what you did for me. You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. You changed bts lives forever babe.” 

“It’s not confirmed that I’m pregnant. My medication can cause a false pregnancy so...they’re going to have me take a test now and then wait for one or two weeks to take another to see the results.” 

“Is this the cause of your stomach issues?” 

“I have no idea...if it’s negative then there’s something wrong. I guess.”

Jungkook kissed the top of her head, “No matter what happens, it will be okay. We will get through this together, okay.”

She wiped the tear that was collecting in her eye and nodded her head, “We’ll get through this together?”

“Yes, no matter what babe. I love you.”

“I love you more...”  

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[denimbex1986]

''They're both so baby girl,’ the caption on a TikTok video of Paul Mescal and Andrew Scott nearing 200,000 likes reads.

The 23-second clip features both men on the All Of Us Strangers press tour, wherein they dissect the modern cultural lexicon of Generation Z, such as ‘girl dinner,’ and ‘Roman Empire’.

"Paul Mescal is my Roman Empire," Scott says as his co-star laughs coyly. From six seconds in, the conversation pivots to ‘baby girl,’ a term of endearment popularised by TikTok culture, defined by Rolling Stone as: "A man who is very cutesy in a slightly submissive way"...

Both men laugh at the concept, before Mescal, in a cropped cardigan, relays to Scott that it means 'cute'. Scott replies: "Do you think I’m mommy in real life?"

The term’s usage, and indeed both Mescal and Scott’s gentle appreciation of same, are indicative of the pivot Irish men in the public arena have taken towards the hottest trend of the 21st century––femininity. Some would argue that this is nothing new.

From Bowie to Beckham to Rodman to Cobain, men in the public eye have regularly resisted the trappings of toxic masculinity, opting instead to openly play with gender by way of frothy hemlines or pastel linens. But never before has this sartorial and cultural androgyny felt accessible to Irish men, a breed whose actors were generally relegated to rugged, insensitive, and often boorish roles.

Now that they are––or at least now that Irish men have modern effeminate men to model themselves on––it begs the question for us all: have Irish men embraced femininity? And if so, why has it taken so long?

Irish actors have long made significant contributions to Hollywood, from Maureen O’Hara to Brendan Gleeson to Saoirse Ronan to Cillian Murphy. However, for the longest time, male Irish actors were largely cast in rugged, Martin McDonagh-adjacent roles...

Today, it seems another shift is afoot: that Irish men––with the bashful modesty we're unused to with movie stars, and their tendency towards the mysterious (neither Scott, Mescal nor Murphy have public social media accounts)––are approachable, desirable and sensitive enough to be considered leading men...

...Generation Z have made efforts to disassemble toxic masculinity. By celebrating men who lean into qualities typically associated with women––sensitivity, empathy, care, kindness––those presently younger than 30 years of age caused the hypermasculinity wave that reigned in the early 2020s to fall flat...

With hypermasculinity no longer being presented as a plus, the desire to be around a man whose greatest strength is his personality grew in popularity...

While this still can't be said for every Irish man, the fact that some of our most popular stars have stepped away from traditional masculine marketing is a comforting, hopeful sign. As such, a welcome positive masculinity is born. (Indeed, as I type this in a Dublin café, two teenage boys with grey tracksuits and pearl necklaces just stepped into frame.)

Enter, Hollywood. A bonafide dream factory intent on giving the people what they want. Which, if any magazine photoshoot with Irish actors of late will tell you, it’s Paul Mescal in thigh-high boots, Barry Keoghan in woman’s tailoring, Cillian Murphy in silk neckties, or indeed any well-known Irish man in the trappings of a 19th-century dandy...

The good thing is, however, that walls have been broken with this new movement, and Irish men––or indeed, any man––can finally feel free enough to explore themselves through art, fashion or laughter-filled conversation about TikTok terminology.

That, I think anyone can agree, is so babygirl.'

[coyotepawsteps]

my genderqueer autistic ass having an epiphany about my general dislike for vcing (voice chatting) while in the middle of watching neurodivergent & queer tiktok compilations

usually i’m pretty okay with & prefer being in vcs with people who talk while i stay muted, and most of the time i just say that i “don’t really like talking in vcs” without elaborating on that too much but like. i’m gonna spend some time using tumblr as a way to put actual words to a lot of the deeper reasons for this feeling that i’m starting to notice! bc who am i if not a little autistic creature who wants to infodump to people except it’s a lot more comfortable to do so using a platform that feels more like a personal journal than a social media site!! i write all this for myself but i also want it to be in a space where other people can see it, relate to it, share their own experiences, etc.!

(and, with that mention of people sharing their own experiences, please feel free to reply to or reblog this with some of your own thoughts or experiences on this topic, because i’m genuinely curious how other people feel about this kind of thing!!)

i feel insecure about the way i perceive my voice as “too feminine”, i want to present online as a vague gender-fucky creature most of the time but i feel like people hearing my voice will ruin that kind of presentation. after listening to some of those “this is my voice [timeframe] on t” clips, i kinda realized that if my voice was deeper — something more neutral, or vaguely “boyish” but not exactly — this specific bullet point wouldn’t be much of a problem anymore

again a point specifically about my voice itself — i don’t think that i can really regulate the..i guess emotion in my voice? sometimes i speak completely flat monotone, sometimes i feel like i talk in a tone that doesn’t properly convey my current emotions or fit the situation, sometimes i feel like i can be way too hyper-expressive especially when i’m like. feeling really positively, like if i’m happy or excited or laughing at something. i also feel like i talk more high pitched in those latter situations which doesn’t help with the vocal-based gender dysphoria

i frequently describe myself as socially awkward. i am kinda bad when it comes to having conversations with people. there isn’t really any time at all to like, properly process what the other person has said & then reply to it accordingly while having vocal conversations, most of the time you just gotta wing it and hope you get it right. texting is a lot easier for me because then i do have that time to process what was said, and think of how to respond to it, and i have time to reread my response (and change it if need be) before sending it

this is something that i do sometimes mention in my original “i just don’t like talking in vcs” statement to people (just not with this much level of detail & explanation to it) — i feel like i express myself a lot better through writing/texting/messaging than i do speaking. ties in a lot with my emotional regulation/tone of voice bullet point; i express emotions a lot better through textual means. if i’m particularly hyper or expressing strong emotions like anger, excitement, joy, etc. then i usually write in all-caps and type fast enough that i make frequent typos. same thing for if i’m laughing at/about something i find really funny, plus with an add-on of keysmashing (there’s no good vocal equivalent to a really good keysmash). emojis and/or emoticons are really nice to use for conveying emotion wordlessly (some personal usage examples: 😭 for laughing or sometimes genuine sadness/upset depending on the situation; 😂 is also good for laughing/amusement [although i go through cycles of how often i actually use it; some times it’ll often be the only emoji i use for laughing, others i use the sobbing one a lot more and almost never touch this one, and others i rely more on text emoticons or abbreviations]; my most common emoticons are xD, :D, :), and :( with some variations depending on circumstance [e.g. >:) for a more “devilish”/mischievous use]; and, though they aren’t exactly emojis or emoticons, i frequently use abbreviations like “lmao” and “lol” interchangeably with them, with lmao being for actual strong amusement and lol being like a more toned-down “ha ha” kinda thing.) there is, of course, also the bonus of tone-tags being an option in textual conversation, although i don’t tend to use them too frequently unless i’m aware that something i’m saying could be taken in the wrong way by the other person (e.g. if i’m saying something i really mean, i won’t really use tone-tags for it, like if i’m telling a friend “i like playing games with you”; but if i’m joking around with someone while using a flat tone — like a message without any emoji usage, caps, purposeful typos, etc. — i will usually use tone-tags there, for example “i hate you so much /j”)

[tsunflowers]

one of the things about the looming need to leave tumblr for another social media site is... I can download this blog to my external hard drive and keep all the content with me forever. and I will do that. but I don't WANT to. I want it to stay online so that I can scroll through my own tags like I've always done

but I guess it doesn't matter too much in the long run. as much as this blog is a record of my life over the past 10+ years it's too massive for everything to remain relevant and important to me. there are plenty of tags I haven't used or looked at in ten years. in a lot of ways my usage of this site is ephemeral. I'm posting in my "#signs of love" tag every week but in a couple months when the anime is over I might never use that tag again. the things that interest me right now might not be the same as the things that interest me at the time when I have to move to a new website so it might even feel good to start fresh

[woodpengu]

As a person who loves to read and cares about quality in my writing, I need more than a single line of 5 stars to properly rate them with. And, no, the solution isn't to extend it to 10 stars.

Conversations with my lovely fiance over our love of reading whatever scratches the itch of the moment have resulted in an expanded idea. (note, the conversations were primarily focused on fictional books, but this could apply to more than that with some tweaks in perception/definition, mayhaps)

First: half stars. The option to give a fraction of a star to something rather than the total average votes from the reading community doing that for me... because I don't have the same opinion as someone else, nor does the rating reflect the same reasoning. "But that's what the comment/review window is for." My dude... I'm a complex organic lifeform with my brain matter defining me as an apex predator over the bear that wants to maul my ass. I have needs and laziness to put that bear to shame; give me my convenience.

Second: multiple ratings. Like, four categories of rating up to 5 stars (including, .5 and 0, please n thankies). Examples? I came up with the following (rough summaries)... 1. Technical Skill: Grammar, punctuation, vocabulary usage (doesn't have to be superfluous, just match consistently throughout the story), dynamic sentence lengths, etc. Am I reading a fictional tale or a textbook article; a persuasive essay or journalism on social issue; and does the writing match the intent? Which bleeds into... 2. Story Telling: Flow, emoting, pacing, clear themes, readable setting, etc. Is the writing too technical for fiction; too cerebral for YA; out of touch with the setting it's speaking from; misrepresenting a character's age, gender, [insert demographic here], or misrepresenting the themes in some way? Can I see myself sitting across the fire from an old nomad as they tell me this tale or am I distracted by the neighbor's cat in heat or the drunken minstrel wooing... someone (same thing, right?). 3. World Building: Believable, inspired (rather than stolen) concepts/ideas, relatable, comprehensive, etc. If I dropped into this world, could I discern what it takes to survive/thrive in it? Did I read this idea somewhere else before OR something like it? Religion, culture, philosophy, history, science, art, challenges/obstacles having explanations for presence or lack that aren't edgelordy or "because I said so". 4. Personal Feelings: The genuine, general feedback of the reader of [insert media here]. The biased opinion or personal thought of an individual towards what they've consumed. How did I, personally, as the reader, feel about this book/story/novel/manga/etc.?

Why? Because I've been known to absolutely despise a good book or absolutely love a bad one. Because I've been led on by a book with phenomenal writing only to encounter plagiarism within. Because the reason one person rates a book at 5 stars differs from another: some are personal, some are impartial, some are rating something very specific to themselves. And this all renders the average ratings on a book inaccurate.

I care too much for the above (world-building, skill of a writer, personal thoughts/feels) to settle for calling certain praised works "praiseworthy" in my own experience. No, I don't mean that I need everything to be Tolkien, because I would give it a lower rating in some categories than in others since there are ways it doesn't reach me as the reader. Books like "House of Leaves" or "Don Quixote" might be critically acclaimed pieces of literary brilliance, but they are difficult-to-consume pieces... which lowers my enjoyment of them. And my needs and mood differ throughout the day, which is why I have 6+ books on my "currently reading" list, changing up what suits me at that time.

It also goes back to recovering from complex traumas as a neurospicy adult trudging through the ick of the modern day. My brain requires more touchstones in the now, points of reference for sparking memory about media I've consumed and why I had certain feelings towards it. (Catcher in the Rye was a love of my youth and is far too cringe for my adulthood) Utilizing that data as a lens (alongside my stress level and mood meter of the moment) through which to look at something else I'm curious to give a try. And that's harder for me to do when the ratings and comments are vague and based inconsistently on personal feelings rather than the actual skill or quality of the work itself. Which adds to the common habit of traumatized beans to consume the same bits of media repeatedly (yay, trust issues).

Yes, I've been known to love a trash novel and hate a classic, but that's personal feelings opposed to writer skills. Which clicks back into my old post about critiques on art: you can hate something that is technically brilliant and well-executed... and you can love something that could use a LOT of reworking [*side-eyes Twilight*]. But the difference is crucial. Just finished a book that I would give 0 stars to on every category... that was gifted to me by a dear friend who is also dear friends with the author. But they weren't expecting me to love it as much as they were being supportive of their writer friend (kudos). Versus a different friend singing the praises of a book that turned out to be plagiarism incarnate with a side-serving of ick. Versus another person absolutely hating a story I enjoyed that scored high in multiple categories.

Point being... I need to live in a less-generalized reality.

[just-orbiting-you]

Controversial take but am i the only one who thinks about the fact that jungkook did not made any efforts to be physically present for jimin's schedule last year? Jungkook was free for the first 4-5 months of 2023 he said it himself multiple times. He was hanging out with taehyung and frnds and was even going out on barbecue tour. we have seen jimin asking jungkook to come over for his practices again and from what he have seen jungkook never went again? Like idt they would purposefully cut out jungkook if he went for any practice. Jungkook was totally unaware of jimin's schedule, the content he was watching on live seemed like him catching up with what is jimin upto. Like he didn't know any of jimin's music show schedule, didn't know jimin is going to hold a video call event, didn't know anything else about jimin's schedule except when was SMF2 teaser was releasing and letter exists cause he did bg vocals as per jimin's request.

The first time jimin commented on jk's live jungkook's reaction was asking jimin what is he doing and how is he doing and told jimin to take care. He knew jimin is working on his album but he didn't know what is jimin doing. If he was genuinely missing jimin so much he could have gone to jimin anytime or atleast try to be there for any of jimin's MV set, or his music shows or anything given he was free but we saw nothing like that. He was there for practice cause he definitely came there for his own work. He worn CK head to toe I'm pretty sure he had something for his own work. He also checked on hobi when he was doing shoot for his solo songs cause it was in hybe like jimin's.

Jungkook made so much time for other friends including taehyung and his 97s but i didn't see him put any efforts for jimin. See watching content live is not the biggest form of support cause you put yourself in Jimin shoes and tell me which type of support you'd love the one hobi showed jm with or the one where your frnd is watching ur content sitting in his home? Btw he doesn't only watch jimin's content he's watch all members' content the only difference was he watched jimin's with us while he watch other members' off live.

I do believe they met eachother at their homes in the first half of 2023 but not like how boyfriends would do. The second half was pretty much them hanging out for 3 trips for show and i know jm said he talked to jk about music for hrs but we don't know how often that happened and given how there was hardly anything from them in the first half idt they met each other as much.

It's kinda disappointing how he put efforts to meet taehyung (I'm only talking about taehyung cause he's seen mostly hanging out with taehyung than any other members) and 97s than for jimin who does so much for him.

before i go further my biggest point is:

if i could make the argument, jimin supported golden in the same way jungkook supported face: they both posted online for the albums. jungkook doesn't have the outlet of instagram like jimin does anymore, so jungkook's socmed usage has not been one to one to jimin's really even compare them. but for jungkook's mv shoots, he shot them overseas, but jimin didn't go to jungkook's music show performances or his golden live concert. i don't think jimin supported jungkook physically once. moving even further down, jungkook wasn't around for jimin's muse stuff either.

more on jungkook "being free" during early 2023

I don't keep up with the "unofficial" things enough to either defend or refute the claims that jungkook hung out with every other famous person he knows except for jimin.

i really feel like despite jungkook answering concerns of his drinking that he's fine and all the other things he said, i feel like he was have a bit of a crisis post-busan concert. he had a social media blackout, deleted his instagram, and came back doing three hour lives at 3am. his lifestyle at this time just seemed to be a little unhealthy, like falling asleep on live, drinking until early hours of the morning, and developing a severe parasocial relationship with his fans. part of me seems to think his lives were purposeful in sharing himself within bounds he set, but another part of me felt a concern for him and his actions.

this correlates to the idea that he simply wasn't in the headspace to be a support for jimin at the time. and from my experiences, if i know a friend is struggling, i don't expect them to show up for me and go out of their way. they have bigger fish to fry. in the FACE choreo behind the scenes, jimin says "this is not the time to stay at home" and it just seemed like that was a wake up call jungkook wasn't ready for. i think seven was the wake up call for him to begin working on the album and get his head on straight, which he didn't really think he could do prior.

i also think when the members support each other, it's because they're active at the company and see the schedules posted everyday. yoongi was seemingly at the company when jimin did his video calls, practicing for his tour or doing something else. hobi was around at the company often for his own releases in early 2023. jungkook was out of the loop just in general and didn't make an effort to support any other members promotional stuff during this time period.

i feel like you already know this, but we have zero clue what truly goes on in their personal lives. i don't even like to take rumors as fact. from the way that jikook talk about each other and little live moments from jungkook live era, i am of the belief that they saw each other pretty regularly last year. jimin was just obscenely busy from jan-apr 2023. but! they still found time for each other in the form of this travel show, and i feel like this show was an excuse for them to see each other and spend time together in a hectic year anyway. and then this year ends with enlistment, which i think proves that these two still have as strong as a relationship as previous years. 18 months is a big commitment, so in my opinion this overshadows any little instagram post or live comment from the whole year.

[a-faggot-with-opinions]

Ummm, may I add something to that post where you said that: people want to counter the terf rhetoric that trans women don't experience misogyny?

Yea it feels that way going on various fandom blogs on here and seeing shit like; I'm tme uwu meaning that I don't experience transmisogyny.

And to me, it's just so depressing to see lmao - but at the same time all I can do is just cringe at them for it - because they don't seem to understand that those terms literally came from radfems and bæddels.

So, they're literally subjecting themselves to radfems and bæddels just so they can prove to everyone that trans women do experience misogyny. And, I think that's really sad to see.

I did a little research on the usage of TME and similar terms, and I've literally never seen them used anywhere other than social media. Not even referenced or mentioned once. No one outside of Tumblr is talking like this even when they talk about transmisogyny. And while "official" conversations aren't always correct or productive, this should really put it into perspective how widely accepted these ideas are: that being, they aren't.