#but the default should be courtesy and kindness

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Thank you to the defaulters at sims2defaults database for all your work! Just be kind if/when you tear into it lol

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[psychotic-tbh]

It’s not too much to hope for respect as a default. Kindness should be the default. I think the thing is, so many people were treated with cruelty that people act towards each other with mistrust.

I can’t help but think about the friends I’ve made who lived through the 70s who’ve said that the world back then was less scary!

So it is possible, especially if we’ve done it before!

You, reader, please hear me out:

1.) You’re not unworthy of respect because you have a mental illness or disability of some sort.

2.) You’re not “asking for too much” by wanting to be treated with basic courtesies.

3.) The world we deserve IS attainable if we all work towards it.

4.) You don’t/didn’t deserve abuse hurled your way.

5.) It shouldn’t be something people let slide. You’re just as good an individual as anyone else so long as you’re genuinely doing your best. (Also, doing your best does NOT mean continuously stretching yourself thin!)

[anachronistic-falsehood]

3 + 27 + 29 for writers ask game for u!!! >:3

ROSWELL SOLLUX INTERTEXTS MY FRIAAAAND <3

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

OUGHH REALLY HARD QUESTION. gaghh. i think my two favourites are brutal and my which prime defender are you quiz!!! brutal was just so fun to write i love when winters family torment nexus!!!! and the quiz because i knew exactly what the reception to it would be (oh silly fun quiz!! yay--oh. Oh No) and i was very correct and it was very fun to see people cursing my name in the feedback question. the quiz was definitely the funnest one to put together!!!! i should do more experimental stuff like that :3 very fun

27. What do you listen to while writing?

GOD i have like five million playlists i cycle through depending on my mood. i have like a playlist of party/sex/etc. songs, another simply called ⚔️BADASS SHIT⚔️ (yes sword emojis included) that i named years ago and don't have the heart to change the name of, one with songs that provide me with serotonin, etc. however i think my favourite playlist is gay fuck jazz (name courtesy of my brother who once described will wood's music as gay fuck jazz and it hasn't left my brain since) gay fuck jazz is usually my default!!!

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

URGHGHGH. I DONT KNOW. THERE R SO MANY GOOD ONES. hmmm lemme think. ohhgh this one from shotgun <3 w vyncent cleaning off the. shotgun

"The shotgun is easier to clean off. Vyncent scrubs the butt of it with a handful of wipes, and they come away dark red, leaving the shotgun sparkling clean.

He lifts it from between his legs and holds it across his lap, just looking at the thing. A shotgun is different from an axe or even a chainsaw. It’s a lot more... removed. Distant. He’s never liked guns all that much. He doesn’t know how Ram uses them.

Hesitantly, he turns it over, and with hands that do not shake, shut up Jason, get back from the front you shouldn’t be here fuck off!!! he lifts it and places his hands where William’s would rest. Will’s left handed, so it feels kind of weird, but Vyncent’s been trained to fight with either hand, so although it’s different he can more or less comfortably hold the shotgun the way Will would, placing his palms over the places he’s seen Will hold it by, curling one finger around the trigger, the other hand gripping the fore-end. He wedges the butt into his shoulder, lifting the stock to rest against his cheek. He looks down the barrel, where it’s pointed at one of the windows.

He shouldn’t load it, shouldn’t cock it, shouldn’t even rest his finger on the fucking trigger, because if he misfires this thing a bullet could rocket out of the Winnebago and hit some poor old lady driving in her Prius, or a random animal on the side of the road, and he doesn’t want to see a splatter of blood on the highway.

It feels. Weird. Holding this. Having some machine with a dozen movable parts in his hands, something capable of rocketing a piece of lead out the other end fast enough to reduce a person’s head to smithereens with just a simple press of a single switch.

His finger twitches against the trigger. His hands are shaking.

He really doesn’t like guns."

LONG PASSAGE I KNOW I KNOW BUT. IM REALLY NORMAL ABOUT VYNCENT AND GUNS. god. sorry now im just thinking about nhw virion and his fucking guns i need to be put down like a rabid dog

[princelylove]

funny thoughts-- deadbeat dad jotaro realising jolyne fucking kidnapped someone.

honestly just goes for any of the jojo parents. imagine your joseph and you visit your daughter's house in japan n there's just a random dude??? there???

holly honestly would just enable it tbh. she'd be all "awwwwwww" while jotaro's being a mf creep as he is.

your ever humorous peon---

🌸 anon

Jotaro doesn’t really have a right to comment, there isn’t a world where that sort of behavior wasn’t normalized in his youth. But a kidnapping charge is an entirely different story- alright. Imagine you’re Jolyne. You kidnap your darling, everything is going well, and then you get caught. You go to prison. Your deadbeat father who you haven’t seen since you were a child comes to visit you, and instead of sympathy, he tells you everything you did wrong and what you have to do to do better next time. We’re fighting, old man. There’s no way around it. 

You know, Bruno kind of expected Narancia to snap one day. His abandonment issues are definitely something that needs to be worked on. But Pannacotta? He doesn’t even ask for seconds when he’s clearly starving, how is he going to hold an entire human being captive? Pannacotta had the courtesy to not hold you in his own house (Like Narancia would have done.) where it’s incredibly obvious that he has someone, sure, but Panna sleeps here! That’s such neglect, if you’re going to have a darling, sleep with them! Looks like Bruno will have to have a talk with him- or take over. 

Poor Tomoko’s heart nearly popped out of her chest when she found you. She almost hit you, too, but for now she’s just clutching her chest like her life depends on it. WHY IS THERE A WHOLE ASS PERSON IN MY SON’S ROOM?????? She doesn’t think Josuke’s the type to do that, so her default is “this person most definitely broke in.” 

Lisa Lisa is… disappointed, to say the least. Her son should absolutely be better at kidnapping someone than this. It’s like he listened to absolutely nothing she taught him. Not a single lesson. She gave him a written down list of things to do should he ever need to leave the country, and here he is! With an entire unwilling person!  Diavolo is as proud as he is ashamed of Trish for kidnapping someone. Her mere existence is a pain for him- and now she’s committing crimes, badly? At least be subtle about it. Don’t drag a body twice your size down the street or get the bodyguards assigned to you involved. Jesus Christ. At least she knew not to do it in broad daylight, and to buy essentials in cash… She takes after her father, just not in the good ways.

[halfdent]

@thrspidcr 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳 :" I can't wait [you] to get outta here. This hospital scares the crap out of me. " ( He's 10/10 brought some coins, probably quarters and 50 cent pieces. If they aren't dumped out on the table already they shortly will be.

 ❝   That's  something  we  can  all  agree  on  .  -  Though  maybe  this  is  for  the  better  ;  us  being  locked  away  .  I  know  this  place  has  done  more  bad  to  us  than  good  .  At  least  in  here  ...  we  can't  harm  this  city  .  ❞  The  bag  of  coins  doesn't  go  unnoticed  .  Their  eyes  rest  on  it  in  disgruntled  scepticism  .

 ❝    The  city  is  already  in  agony  ,  that's  why  someone's  gotta  go  out  there  &&  𝐂𝐔𝐓  𝐎𝐔𝐓  its  𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐒   .  ❞  

Hand  reaches  for  the  bag  ,  opening  it  ,  money's  money  ,  though  this  was  mere  rations  ,  not  worth  taking  .   ❝  Ain't  this  s'pose  to  go  t'fundin'  you  growin'  some  brains  in  that  head  of  yers  ?   ❞   He  retorts  .   ❝   Gettin'  a  job  instead  of  buggin'  us  on  the  rooftops  ?   ❞    He  was  careful  with  the  last  bit  ,  his  voice  a  low  growl  by  default  though  somehow  it  could  soften  beyond  what  the  receiver  is  accustomed  to  .  Out  of  courtesy  or  perhaps  he  just  doesn't  want  anyone  else  here  to  know  what  he  does  .  Too  rich  of  information  to  fritter  away  so  carelessly  .   ❝    Sure  it's  good  t'keep  a  spare  we  always  do  but  there's  somethin'  special  'bout  this  coin  .  ❞   He  reveals  the  silver  talisman  from  their  pocket  .   ❝    the  old  man  had  a  trunk  full  of  'em  .  He  rigged  every  game  he  ever  played  ,  even  the  ones  he  played  with  us  .  But  this  kind  of  coin  is  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋  .  ❞ 

 ❝    He  doesn't  need  to  hear  this  .  ❞   Host  interrupts  .  ❝    Peter  ,  you  should  be  out  with  friends  or  seeing  a  girl  ;  not  paying  visits  to  a  known  criminal  .  A  sad  old  bastard  with  no  chance  of  redemption .  Not  like  the  one  you  have  .  Use  your  freedom  wisely  ,  don't  waste  it  .  ❞    He  cannot  help  but  wonder  what  affiliation  the  boy  had  left  on  the  visiting  form  .  Mentor  ?  Worse  ?  Uncle  or  Godfather  .  Nevertheless  ...

[bacchicly]

Some thoughts on "keeping score".

I know I am in a not so great place when I start to keep score (ironically my gut reaction when I notice myself doing it is to "keep score" of how I am keeping score) which is a whole 'nother rabbit hole.

What I mean by keeping score is...ideally I want to do things because I intrinsically believe in them or enjoy them...not for the gold star, or because I want someone to reciprocate in kind, or because I feel I have to and am somehow owed by the universe for doing them...so when I notice that I am thinking "well I did xyz so I am owed ABC" I get grumpy with myself but usually also grumpy with everyone else / the universe that is not "reciprocating"...which makes me grumpier with myself because my default is to believe that only "selfish bad people" (me...this does not apply when I give advice to others) keep score and do things out of self-interest. It is a game no one can win and I hate playing it.

I also hate playing it in the other direction. I hate feeling like I owe someone and my life long solution has been to over-pay as a way to try to avoid being a "burden". This is a vicious loop. And disrespectful of people around me. It also is the route of most relationships I have destroyed. I felt like I owed too much. More than I could ever repay and so I ran away.

I am at the crux of that again. With almost every relationship I hold dear. I feel so unworthy and so in debt and yet at the same time so deserving and so needy...that my instinct is to flee and hide. Or destroy. I feel like I can never give enough and that I need to take too much. And I know that even thinking that hurts people around me. I need to trust them to speak up for themselves. To set boundaries. To communicate their needs. To trust them with mine. But...it is so scary and big... And the demons are so loud.

Balance

Trust

Happy Medium

Assuming people are doing their best

Affording myself all the same courtesies...acknowledging I am struggling...still...even though it feels like it should be over and done with.

How do you ask for what you need when you don't know? Or don't trust your thoughts and instincts? Especially when you also don't trust the cultural norms and status quo?

You remember you can float in the quicksand.

You hold onto what you determined was true when things felt less desperate.

You rest. You care for yourself. You do no harm. You don't let yourself give in and rush to repay or rush to pile more on the "paid pile". You trust. You try to follow the advice you would give a friend. You forgive yourself and stay safe.

So for me...let's review my pre-decisions about what I believe:

People are doing the best they can always - if their best is not good it's the result of a larger systemic, cultural and/or physical/psychological factors.

Not good, for me, tends to be defined as "causing greater harm than good" - as I see most actions and things as a mixed bag of positive and negative impacts and that mix being influenced situationally. Harm for me tends to be characterised as suffering versus hurt or extinction.

I also believe in informed consent. The power of yes and no within the context of understanding the complexities of potential outcomes. I believe that information gathering is more than an intellectual exercise. Gut feelings and the body should carry weight. As should respect for the sacred.

Diversity of thought and action is essential; I want more "good" overall and I will stand up for what I believe that to mean but I need to be curious about what others believe and see. Even people I fundamentally disagree with.

Communication is important and takes time, courage and skill.

Hope is a skill.

The Personal Trinity is: Body - Self - Brain (versus feeling - thinking - action)...

Together we are stronger; everyone has worth

I believe in order. I believe in checks and balances. I believe in flexibility.

It is not shameful to ask for help

It is not selfish to set boundaries or have needs

Not everyone must do everything all the time.

The sacred is in the "in between" when in relationship

Caring is not uncool or wrong - but also not always easy

Signals in the maelstrom. Chaos in the order.

Actions I believe in:

Trying again

Taking up space

Resting

Making the world a better place one smutty story at a time

Wearing brown

Swimming

Following through

Changing your mind when evidence supports the change

Listening

Loving

Better not perfect

[lauren-elizabeth-raheja]

Earlier this afternoon (in Minnesota, Sunday, the 9th of February in 2025), I emailed

this section of writing to the Sarah Dixon the passage references. The Subject line of the email reads "pertaining to a crime you might be arrested for." At the end of the email, I concluded "Sarah, I have written to you attempting to encourage you to write and submit a legal affidavit explaining that you have committed a crime against my brother and against me. I don't have any proof of your having taken this request seriously. Feel free to reread the Subject line of this email." The question at the end of the first stanza is a question I wrote considering a paragraph on a Susanna Moore book called Paradise of the Pacific, rather than a question that is in the New Yorker briefly noted, or (to my knowledge) in the actual book.

2.9.2025

Taking a second and only that

to consider

"anti-racist" literature

I have already

read,

I think

contemporary "anti-racist" literature

asserts that

there might (still)

be racist thought and

racist behavior

amongst people

who identify as white.

Although I think

identifying as "white"

as though it is a category

of ethnicity

might breed racist

thought

and racist behavior that

assumes

oneself as the default

or that which

automatically

is neutral or good,

I don't know that

this linguistic argument

is central

to contemporary "anti-racist" literature.

do i think

contemporary

"anti-racist" literature

asks people of color to assume

anyone who looks "white"

is certainly

going to be racist

(so racist that the behavior

should actually be labeled

racist)?

i do not. reading 2015 New Yorker

BRIEFLY NOTED,

what kind of literacy,

if any literacy,

did Kauai contain prior

to 1777?

Sitting

on a #3, having

asked for a courtesy ride

and having

been politely

granted a courtesy ride,

i turn and see

a yoga studio, remember how,

as a victim

of crime,

I have inquired 

about work/trade at other

yoga studios, know

there isn't any way

for me to ask

that my Indian identity

be taken into consideration

in the context of yoga,

think that somebody else,

seeing that I am Indian,

should have

taken it conscientiously into

consideration,

and conclude that a crime

being committed

by a person

named Sarah Dixon

is causing people to think

that a person from India

is committing

a crime. I believe

that there

is such a thing

as unlawfully

preventing a person

from filing with the IRS,

and I believe

that I cannot

accurately be described,

by anyone,

as committing 

a crime.

I can believe that a path

on which

one reaches

(without having any scorn

for "the homeless") not understanding

homelessness, i can

believe that it isn't

really riddled 

with racism or classism,

but is riddled with

perceiving homelessness

as consisting of

not having any

of a specific

kind of plans, and not

understanding

how one comes to not have

any plans

of that variety.

[jentlemahae]

i strongly agree. the tracklist needed to be different bcs the second half of the album is significantly weaker than the first half. it loses my attention a little. plus some of the later ballads aren't that strong. imo albums should end on a high note but the final 2 songs are most people's least favourite. i'm curious to see if the deluxe tracks are ballads too. i get why vampirehollie didn't make the cut in a thematic sense but i still think maybe it should have stayed. it's a slower song but it still has some oomph that some of the other slower songs on the album lack

i also think if there were a couple less ballad-y songs added towards the end, the tracklist would be kind of fine as it is. it would definitely make apt less out of place too. tbh the album having a lot of ballads seems to have really confused (and lowkey alienated) new listeners who weren't previously familiar with rosé bcs they expected more faster tempo rock songs bcs of apt. apt is so great and i think rosie would have benefitted from having another song or two with a similar vibe in order to balance out the album more imo

actually, i think that's my main criticism, the album needs more balance so either the order of the songs needed to be rearranged or there needed to be a couple more uptempo songs on there

i feel very conflicted about this :/ cause on the one hand i get why she put all the uptempo songs in the first half cause unfortunately as a default setting spotify plays tracklists in order unless told otherwise (courtesy of adele), which has resulted in most artists nowadays trying to put singles and stronger tracks in the first half of their albums because new listeners will play the album in order so artists have to make sure they make a good first impression lol so i understand the logic behind the decision. but i don’t love what it does to the album for us fans who like listening in order 🤷🏻‍♀️

and i don’t love dance all night either (i love too bad for us tho </3) but, again, i get why it was included as the closer since we know it has meaning for rosie (it was the song that got her over writing block and allowed her to make the album, in a way)! also, putting it in the middle wouldn’t make a lot of sense for the narrative so i get why it was put there. tho, i also think it would have been good as a deluxe track, and vampirehollie would’ve been very nice as the album closer

[cavefilllingcorporation]

Absence Honey

This is a continuation of a previous Employee Experience which happened on the same day.

As Jake and his boss headed towards one of the hangers, they saw dozens of Crates parked in it, along with a crew that was unloading them. His boss then went over to one of them, as he waved over who appeared to be a captain.

“Hey Benny! What took you so long?”

Benny then noticed, stopped what he was doing, and waved back, while answering the question:

“Sorry Ravoli! One of our Packbackers broke down on a mission, and we had to wait for a repair crew to come and repair it. Repairs took a while too. It was busted bad. Not even sure why it was cleared for the mission.”

“Ah well. All’s well that ends well, ey friend?”

“Sure. Hey, who’s your new friend here?”

“Ah, this is Jake Adams. I was going to have him deal with his special mission requirement today, and you just saved him from compost duty!”

“Ah, nice to meet you Jake. So, what do you know about unloading Crates?”

Jake then started to answer: “Well, I haven’t moved anything before, but I can lift boxes of stuff if you’re asking…”

As Jake was saying this though, a thought kept popping into his mind. This was mostly him being confused by noticing his surroundings. There were a few sacks of potatoes sitting by a Crate. There were workers sorting through carrots, saving the good ones and putting bad carrots into a compost chute. He could even hear the jingling of something in glass containers as workers moved boxes behind the trio.

With this, Jake followed his answer with a question of his own:

“That being said, I thought that the Corporation didn’t deal with organic matter.”

“Ah no,” Ravoli replied. “That rule is for our customers, not for us. After all, food items have to go somewhere, right?”

Benny followed this up with a more thorough explanation: “We don’t sell to customers, because when it comes to food, most people trust home grown stuff anyways. I mean, we do manage with meat, but there’s also the problem of perseverance. A lot of the time, magic or absence technology keeps food fresh, but once we get our hands on it, they decay like any other food, and its quicker to get it home for us than onto shelves to hope that customers will buy them in time…” He then glanced behind him, as if he was looking at a Packbacker “… most of the time.”

Suddenly, it started to make sense to Jake. “Oh! That’s why there often periotic times when we make dishes from those crackers or weird apples!”

Benny replied: “Yep! Courtesy of the Storytime dimension. It so weird how those lootboxes are so easily able to preserve food like that…”

Ravoli then interrupted their conversation: “So, what do we have today for my kitchens?”

“Not much in produce, that’s for sure.” Benny answered. “We have a few sacks of potatoes, a few crates of carrots, and some apples. I think the next shipment is going to have a ton of gilded bananas though; not gilded when they get in your hands of course. I wouldn’t know for sure; they’re coming from the Default project. Oh, but we do have a ton of honey!”

“Oh good! I think we were starting to run low on that-” Jake said.

“I wouldn’t count on that. This honey is… different.” Ravoli explained, while Jake sat there confused. “How do I explain it…”

“No need to explain, we can give him a sample right here and now!” Benny interjected.

“Really?”

“Yeah. One of the repairmen though it was a good idea to crack one open for a sweet treat. He was in for a surprise. It’s not the nasty kind though, should be safe for him. I’ll go get it!”

Benny then ran back into the ship, while Jake stood their confused. Before he knew it, Benny was back with a large jar of yellow honey. He also had some small spoons, and handed them to both Jake and Ravoli. Jake, after being prompted, put a spoon into the honey and then took a bite. He was then immediately surprised, and even almost reeled back. It had the texture of honey, and had its flavor but… where was the sweetness? It was utterly dull!

Ravoli, after tasting it himself and seeing Jack’s reaction, merely laughed. “Surprising, doesn’t it?”

Jake was dumbfounded though. “I’ve… I’ve never had something like that. Honey is supposed to… to taste like… its not supposed to taste like this!” It wasn’t just the fact that it was dull. If it wasn’t for a honey flavor, it tasted like paste! It felt so…

“There’s a good reason why your body is reacting in such an extreme manner tasting this for the first time. After all, this material is completely unnatural to a normal universe.” Ravioli explained.

“Then how-” Jake asked.

“Absence technology.” Benny answered. “It tends to leave a large amount of unusual side effects, especially on food. Sometimes, it’s like this, dull honey. Other times, it runny, like water. It even gets bitter on a rare occasion, and I’m not talking normal bitter honey (a real thing that does exist btw), but both bitter and sweet at the same time!”

“Yes, and because of this, we use them in unusual ways. This batch of honey for instance is usually used as an all-natural thicker. It’s also why I restricted you from using the absence pantry until you started getting around to those culinary lessons.” Ravoli clarified.

Now it was starting to make sense. He had similar feelings when he had some sweets made with the thickener, but he chalked it up to weird chemicals. It was also making sense why the culinary lessons he was offered were classroom based. He thought they were just about the basics or something, as if he somehow flunked the tests he thought he passed with flying colors. Little had he known at the time they were about how to cook with absence products, not cooking 101.

“Well, I think Benny can show you the ropes here. I’ll be heading off.” Ravoli said.

“Wait, where are you going?” Jake asked.

“Back to the composter area. Somebody has to do that job, and honestly, I problably should get to doing that. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, you focus on helping Benny unload, understood?”

Jake wanted to argue, but he learned pretty quickly that if his boss wanted to do something good for Jake, or any other chef for that matter, there was no stopping him. It would be pointless to argue. With that, Jake said his goodbyes as Ravoli went back to the composter, leaving Jake to unload the absence honey.

[cherryblossomshadow]

Constructive criticism is good, but it's not a right to give it, and it's not a need to receive it. Unasked-for criticism should be kept private. (comment courtesy of @topsydead)

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Not to mention, with commercially-published fiction, what generally happens is that reviews are put in newspapers and magazines and blogs and things, which the author can then choose to read or not. Commenting on a fic is the equivalent of coming into someone's house and putting your reaction into the author's hands. It's a very different thing. (comment courtesy of @beatrice-otter)

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Never thought about it like this before… As a person who likes getting critique, I had it in my head that a good review is supposed to include some things you liked and some suggestions for improvement. (Like they made us do in language arts in grade school.) But maybe that can come across as entitled? I always kind of assumed there was an understanding that a review/comment is just one reader’s opinion that the author is in no way obligated to acknowledge. Like, I get that super harsh reviews on free fanfiction or trollish behavior like ship-bashing is not cool, but is it rude to say things like “character X is interesting, I wish we got to see more of them” or “the action in this scene was hard for me to follow”? Obviously if the author requests no crit I respect that. It hadn’t occurred to me until now that maybe no crit should be the default. (comment courtesy of @yumecosmos)

From @captainbunnicula​:

I guess my feeling is that when you spend money on a book, part of what you’re buying is the ability to express criticisms of it without coming across as an asshole (assuming, of course, that you are not purposely trying to come across as an asshole). You haven’t paid anything for the fanfiction you read, so you don’t have that ability.

You have opened my eyes. You have caused my world view to shift. I will never be the same again, and I have you to thank.

From now on, there’s a new rule in place. Criticism on fanfiction will now cost you money. Being nice costs you $0, but criticism will now cost you $3.

Time to put your money where your mouth is, assholes.

[felidthing]

i feel like too many people have this black and white stance on the word queer when in reality its a really complex situation because it is a slur. it really is and it doesnt help anything to claim it never was. but its also been a label people have used for a very long time. and its still used against us and its still used as an identity. like... its both. and you just gotta accept that and let people decide their own personal feelings towards the word.

[wizardologys]

i dont get people being mad about the "culturally christian" thing. i get that atheists/non-christians from christian families don't like to have the label "christian" forced on them, but if it makes you mad, you shouldn't be angry at the people pointing it out. in fact, isn't it kind of validating to acknowledge you've grown up in a system that forces christian philosophy onto on you. and then by acknowledging that, you can heal/grow/move on from it? actively make the effort to unpack what that actually means to you? idk maybe i'm approaching it from a different place of experience + i'm not an atheist + i didn't grow up christian, but i also can acknowledge how christian values have seeped into my worldview unintentionally. "culturally christian" is not like. a descriptor of one's quintessential character, or a judgement upon anyone, it's just how some people happened to be raised. and if it's not you it's not you. but the acknowledgement of it does not mean you ARE secretly christian and have been the whole time... it just means you were raised in a certain culture and of course that affects you

[enhypenandpaper]

rewriting fate (to get the ending we deserve) | yang jungwon

pairing: Yang Jungwon x gn!reader

genre: soulmate!au, angst (with a happy ending), some fluff

warnings: blood, self-inflicted wounds (in an unconventional sense), mentions of scars, self-doubt

word count: 2.3k

summary: in a world where the universe designates two people as soulmates with matching tattoos, you were raised to trust and respect the universe’s will to no end. however, when the boy you love turns out not to be the other half of your fated pair, you begin to question how much the universe can really be trusted. are you and Jungwon actually making a mistake? Or has the universe?

-

You were laying on your back next to your boyfriend, the blanket he always kept in his car for moments like this protecting your clothes from the wet grass. With the stars shining above you and the boy you loved beside you, you felt like you could conquer the world.

You turned your head so you could look at Jungwon; his big, sparkling eyes, his soft hair resting on his forehead. Your eyes travel down his long neck and pause at the collarbones peeking out from his t-shirt. You watch as his chest rises and falls, it takes a moment for you to realize that yours is moving at the same pace. Your breathing was linked.

Jungwon, having felt your stare, moved his head to confront you. He raised his eyebrows and started to smirk, obviously about to make a joke about how whipped you were for him until you interrupted.

“You’re so beautiful,” you tell him.

Now it’s your turn to smirk, watching Jungwon try and fail to hide the way your words affected him, pressing his lips together to hide his smile and turning to face the night sky again so you can’t see how pink his cheeks are.

Your boyfriend unlaces your hands and, before you can whine, configures the two of you so that you can rest on his chest with his now free arm around you.

You snuggle closer into him, feeling his heartbeat pulse through your body.

“My parents had a talk with me,” you blurt out, unable to keep it a secret like you originally planned.

“…About?” Jungwon asks tentatively. 

“They think we’re too old to be dating someone who isn’t our soulmate.”

God, you hated that word. 

In this world, everyone was born with a mark, sort of like a tattoo, somewhere on their body. The placement changed with each generation and growing up, you and your peers walked around with dark blue drawings right above your hearts, courtesy of the universe. There were only two of each mark per generation, a matching pair indicating that those two people were soulmates.

Soulmate, perfect match, life-long confidante, a person who complemented you in every way and was worth any sacrifice, a person fated for you and you, them. 

If you didn’t think it was total bullshit, you would’ve found it romantic.

You weren’t usually one to question the universe or think up complicated conspiracies to refute how the world worked, but this was something you wouldn’t budge on.

Because how could the universe always be right when you and Jungwon didn’t have the same mark?

Yang Jungwon, the boy with the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen and a smile to match. The person who could make you laugh at the most inappropriate of times, smile at the darkest, relax at the most stressful. The boy whose side you would never leave, the boy you would let the world burn for, the boy for whom you would do anything because anything that brought him happiness brought it to you by default. 

Your best friend-turned-boyfriend, Jungwon has been by your side through it all. But now that you two were becoming adults, you were expected to leave your little “crushes” behind and start looking for your respective soulmates. People in your world still dated, even if they knew their significant other wasn’t their soulmate, but it was mostly seen as a way to gain experience for later. It was a given that if the person you were dating found their soulmate (or wanted to start looking), you would let them go with no questions asked.

That was sort of the plan when you and Jungwon started liking each other back in your last year of middle school, giggling and looking away whenever you held hands or made eye contact for long enough, but the young relationship that everyone cooed at easily developed into a strong bond between you and the boy lying next to you, an unbreakable bond that nobody could seem to understand.

So, to everyone else, you and Jungwon were just wasting time.

“Do you agree with them?”

“What?”

“Do you agree with what they said?” Jungwon repeated quietly. “Do you think we’re wasting time?”

“No,” you answered immediately, feeling your boyfriend exhale. “Do you?”

“Y/N, if I ever thought that this wasn’t worth it, I would’ve ended it right away. I would never hold you back like that.”

He always thought in terms of you, not him.

“But what if I’m holding you back? I want you to be happy, the happiest you can be, and if that means you have to be with someone else-”

“It doesn’t,” he assured you. 

Your hand that was resting on his stomach fiddled with the fabric of his shirt.

“I told them that I had already found my soulmate, that I haven’t needed to look for anything since you moved in down the street.” You smile, thinking of how chubby Jungwon’s cheeks were when you first met as children.

He huffed out a laugh, raising his head to kiss the top of yours.

“You make me feel unstoppable,” Jungwon told you, “like the two of us could take on the universe when we’re together.”

“We kind of already are,” you joke, referring to how you’ve been ignoring the universe’s will for years now, “even the universe has failed at keeping us apart.”

You hesitated, unable to force something to the back of your mind.

“What about them, Jungwon? Are we horrible people for leaving them alone?”

He knew who you were talking about.

“I hope that they both have someone in their life who chooses them,” he told you, “instead of letting some glorified drawings control their happiness. I mean, if they really are supposed to be exactly what we need, maybe they aren’t looking for us either. Maybe they’ve found what we have.”

You sat up suddenly, Jungwon’s arm falling off your shoulders and flopping down beside his own body.

“What happens when you’re running errands one day or you’re out with your family and you see someone with the same mark as you?” You ask softly, staring ahead at the ground as your fingers tangled themselves in the grass, tugging and breaking the weak strands. “What if you meet them one day? What if someone’s shirt slips and it’s like you’re standing in front of a mirror or someone taps you on the shoulder because they could’ve sworn that-”

“Y/N,” Jungwon stops you, pleading. 

You hear him sit up to join you.

You looked at him and physically felt all the anxiety leave your body in waves once your eyes met his. His sparkling eyes held so much love that it would be painful for anyone who didn’t share his feelings to look directly at them. 

“There is nothing that anyone could say or do to ever make me rethink my decision, make me rethink you. We’ve never needed something to tell us how to feel, this relationship is entirely our own. Nothing can take away what we feel for each other… what we’ve built together.”

That was when you smiled, overwhelmed by the sweetness and the realness of the boy sitting next to you. 

He was right, of course, your love wasn’t sketched out in the blueprint of the universe. It was grown and cultivated by two pairs of gentle hands, like a flower blooming in the box outside someone’s window or a blazing fire heating a home.

You had never needed the universe’s help to find true love.

Your boyfriend reached toward you, cradling your tear-stained cheeks with his hands. 

“Do you feel that, Y/N? Do you feel like you’re on top of the world? Because that’s how I feel whenever I’m with you. You give me strength, strength that has defied the universe. How could a stranger pull my attention away from all of this? From you.”

“If they see them, how do we explain to them that there was some mistake?” You whispered.

You and Jungwon may be set on ignoring the curses inked on your chests, but the ones who shared your marks may not be.

 One would think Jungwon was going to kiss you with the way he was staring at you, but his gaze was much too serious for that. It looked like he was searching for something, searching for a solution, an answer to your question.

But, instead of kissing you, he moved away and toward the picnic basket you had packed and brought for your little stargazing date.

He dug around for a few seconds before finding what he was looking for. The moonlight flashed across the silver knife as Jungwon moved back to where you were sitting with it in his hand. 

“Jungwon…?”

He pushed his shirt off one of his shoulders. Your eyes grazed over his bare upper chest and sharp collarbones before settling on the blue ink resting above his heart. 

The skin around his soulmate mark was a little lighter than the rest of his body, because of how often he covered it, which made it stand out even more. 

It was the thing you hated most, permanently attached to the thing you loved most, so you couldn’t stop staring.

The glint of the knife tore you from your daze. Jungwon had raised it to his chest.

“Jungwon, what are you doing?”

He paused. “Choosing my own path.”

You placed your hand on top of his that was clutched around the hilt of the knife. You weren’t really sure what he was trying to do, you had never been so in the dark when it came to him before, but you knew that you didn’t like the idea of something dangerous being so close to your boyfriend.

“We should be free to be with whoever we want, Y/N, and for me, that’s you. Mark or not,” he told you.

You stared into each other’s eyes, a silent conversation passing between your gazes. You let go of his hand and watched, torn, as he brought the edge of the knife up to his chest and began to slice a clean line through his soulmate mark. He hesitated before drawing another line in the opposite direction, ending up with an “x” over this tattoo. 

The blood dripping from the cut exposed how deep it really was. It would definitely leave a scar, as you knew was his goal.

You grabbed napkins from the picnic basket, carefully wiping the blood away from Jungwon’s skin before it all traveled far enough to stain his clothes. He sat there quietly, watching you, trying to gauge your reaction to what he had done.

You dabbed at his skin gently. With the blood gone you could really see what the knife had done. A red “x”—the blood was already coming back—had marred the small stain of the universe. He had made sure that nobody, not even his soulmate, would be able to see it, let alone recognize it as a copy of their own.

All those years of being told that the universe’s will was absolute and that a splotch of blue ink was the highest law that could be adhered to had been rendered invalid with two swipes of a knife. Jungwon had freed himself from the heavy, groundless expectations set by an invisible force and upheld by your friends, family, society. 

The one thing that kept Jungwon from being completely yours (at least, in the eyes of everyone else), was now gone.

The knife lay discarded next to the two of you, blottings of Jungwon’s blood staining the blade and the picnic blanket beneath it.

“Y/N, if you’ll still have me-”

You picked up the knife, already brushing your shirt to the side with your other hand.

“Wait, I never expected you to-” he tried to stop you.

“I want to.”

His hands reached out toward you but stopped halfway, watching, confused, as your fingers traced the mark that, while completely different from his, was in the same exact spot on your chest.

You could feel your heart beating beneath your soulmate mark. It was pumping hard, as if to force the mark off your body from the inside. You thought of how much time you had spent hating the tattoo, wishing you would wake up one day and it would be gone or would have somehow morphed into something that resembled Jungwon’s. 

You recalled the night when you realized that you loved Jungwon, no matter how much your own skin was telling you you didn’t, and you had tried to scratch the ink off. Of course, it was much too deep to take off like that, and the resulting redness just made it stand out even more like Jungwon’s had, results of the contempt for your marks.

You mirrored your boyfriend’s movements from before, crossing out your tattoo with the knife and ignoring the bleeding. Jungwon went to clean up the wound with napkins, like you had done for him, but you stalled him, wanting every last remnant of ink to bleed out of your body.

Once the bleeding had slowed down, Jungwon placed a hand over your heart that beat solely for him. His thumb rubbed the tender skin gently, marveling at the new look of it while still being careful around the fresh cuts.

“Look, Wonnie.” you point a finger at his hand on your chest and another at his own. “We match.”

The two of you had overridden the universe and created your own matching pair. A soulmate pair. 

Jungwon smiled warmly, a giggle escaping past his lips as you shared this moment of disbelief and freedom and love.

He cradled your face in his hands once again, pressing his lips to yours and making you question how something so obviously perfect could ever be a mistake.

-

A/N: i hope that this isn’t… too much, the idea of two people making this choice for themselves, in this way, knowing that they were defying a fundamental law… i thought it was so romantic! drama is a little necessary when it comes to love, you know?

mwah <3

[mad-hunts]

at first, all barton could think of as to who could've possibly done this to jonathan was someone like doctor orion: a psychiatrist whom was once employed at arkham and now lied six feet under, courtesy of the doctor himself. but strangely enough... that terrible man's memory still haunted him sometimes through dreams, for dr. orion was a sadist through and through. this got barton to pondering if the infamous lyle bolton was the one who did this to jonathan; someone who was still at large within the asylum somehow, despite the wayne foundation apparently 'helping to oversee the staffing' of the place to better it. well... if that were true, barton thought, the playboy billionaire must've chosen the staff while he was high out of his mind.

wreaking terror among the inmates like some kind of specter wouldn't exactly fit anyone's definition of 'better.' barton only had a moderate idea of what kind of damage the head of security could do to people like jonathan emotionally, though, compared to physically. he had witnessed a bunkmate of his appear to go from feeling semi-confident that he could get through this hell to curling up in the fetal position at night and trying to hide the sounds of his crying by muffling it using his pillow. this was even worse than that, because although barton might not have known what jon's default reaction to trauma was — he looked like he was so disassociated from everything around him that he was practically having an out-of-body experience.

as a result, barton doubted that he had ever felt more bad looking at a person besides himself in arkham than he did now. he pondered what he could do for doctor crane without any basic medical supplies for a moment before eventually coming up with something then. the sound of fabric ripping suddenly wrang throughout the cell and without further notice, barton was walking over to douse it with cold water from the sink. at least that was one thing they did right here (arkham's water was always cold). he had gently sat jonathan up prior to getting up and now set the other's head back in his lap. barton didn't prevent doctor crane from looking at him as he began speaking.

this angle did actually work better for him in regards to holding the cold fabric up to the other's swollen eye to hopefully help alleviate some of the inflammation. a low, dry chuckle left barton whenever jonathan asked him who he was with a shake of his head. ❝ ahh... wouldn't you like to know. we can talk about that later, but for now, i just want you to try to focus on relaxing. since whoever did this to you obviously didn't want to bring you to the infirmary for fear of being implicated — ❞ the doctor used his free hand to sweep some of jonathan's hair back from his face soothingly, a sigh leaving him. ❝ you'll have to wait until later tomorrow morning to get actual help with your cuts and bruising. which means, rest is the best thing you've got right now. ❞

barton ran a hand through the other's hair to comfort him and shrugged in response to the question about his glasses. ❝ your guess is as good as mine as to where your glasses ended up, dr. crane. it must be daunting that you can't see right now and i'm sorry for that. everything's going to be okay, though, alright? ❞ he employed what his kids liked to call his 'dad voice' when telling jonathan that - for regardless of the nature of barton's character, he actually did have a good bedside manner as a doctor and found that he could calm patients down using it. this situation was slightly different, of course, because jon wasn't his patient but the principle was the same.

barton thought about what jonathan had said about keeping aviaries for crows, then. he kept on running a hand through his hair as wiped off any spare blood on the others face with the fabric carefully, ❝ huh. its funny you should say that, because i think its so interesting how crows can have different dialects based on what family group they're in. so not all of them can mutually understand each other. ❞ barton laid the fabric back down on jon's swollen eye and frowned, ❝ you weren't here all day, you know. i was starting to wonder whether they'd stuck you in some isolation tank and accidentally forget about you or something. ❞

Lyle Bolton had promised Jonathan Hell the next time he got thrown into Arkham if he escaped. It was all peacocking to Jonathan - the head of security did have bite, but he also certainly barked. A lot. And it made sense that the inept half-wit in charge of the shittiest security of any major prison would be pissed off and make threats regarding anyone escaping. So Jonathan didn't take it seriously.

Maybe he should have. Not that it would have stopped him from leaving, but at least he might have done better about avoiding this place even longer.

The physical brutality is par for the course. It hurts but he can handle it. It really hurts. But what hurts Jonathan Crane more? Words. They're far worse. And over time, Lyle has learned what buttons to push, how to dig nails under his skin, how to make him squirm. Miss me? You must have. You like this, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have gotten caught so fast. You escaped and came running back. Well, you have my attention, Crane.

The oaf has no clue why the things he says hurt.

You like this, don't you?

Or maybe he does. Jonathan isn't sure which is worse.

Thrown unceremoniously into the cell, Jonathan has seen better days. He can feel himself swelling up like a balloon. Out of it is putting it mildly. He feels woozy. Barely has his bearings. Can manage to think enough to head to his cot, but a voice catches his attention. Come over here.

Why not? Who cares. He can't reason much at all right now.

It's atypical for Jonathan, but his spirit is broken tonight. He does as asked. Before he knows it, the dizziness is catching up with him, and he ends up slumped over in Barton's lap. He barely has a clue what's going on. Lyle's words are echoing in his head.

You like this, don't you?

He doesn't even realize there are tears in his eyes, even with the blur of them. His glasses are gone - who knows what happened to those. He has a black eye making things worse. Really, he can barely see anything with all of it put together.

Birds. Well, that's something nice, at least.

"I didn't know," Jonathan mumbles. He's attempting to shake off what was done to him. Pull himself back together. "More of a crow man, myself. Keep aviaries for 'em when I can." The Southern drawl he attempts to hide at all times seems to easily tumble out of his mouth. He's certainly not well.

The hand rubbing his arm is comforting. Touch is something he often craves, but he is far too avoidant of to allow under normal circumstances. Jonathan turns to look up at Barton. Squints. "... Foolish question. Who is that? I—" Shaky breath in. Exhale. "No idea where my glasses are. Think I have swellin' in my eye, and—" There's the blurriness from the tears. "I can't. See very well right now."

[clatterbane]

Tonight's delight: my first Curryout Night in likely going on a year now! Because I got a craving.

Went with Art Of Spices delivery through Wolt, because they had good reviews and it looked like the location was a straight shot away to haul the stuff here.

Also picked them in particular since side dish vegetables don't really look to be common on menus here; it's full main dish size portions or nothing. I like to get more variety, and would have just picked two or three veggie dishes plus either a saucy meat main dish or, like, chicken tikka appetizer to round things out. But, Art of Spices was one of the places offering mixed thali options.

Great! Only they don't let you pick the specific dishes you want. I guess that also cuts down on the ordering indecision, when pretty much everything sounds tempting!

So, I decided to go with the Premium Thali. Sure, just fuck me up! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(Courtesy of Google Translate again.)

Which just defaulted to saying chicken plus two vegetables, etc. through Wolt--so I didn't know to specify further in the order comments.

What I ended up getting:

The main container, which I was obviously already scooping some out of. Basmati with cumin, what looks to be some very thick tarka dal, and what turned out to be saag aloo with the potato chunks stealthily hiding under the surface of the spinach when I opened it up. 😅

Plus..."Peneer Tofr 😑"? (ETA: Way better than I could produce in any Indic script, of course! Or maybe even handwritten Latin, depending on the day.)

Aha. Looks like maybe some Butter Paneer made with tofu instead? 🤔 They are listing Paneer Butter Masala on the menu.

I also didn't get any raita on the side--and, they were saying to specify if you wanted any of the vegetarian dishes made as vegan. It is SO much easier to find food here to suit basically any kind of special dietary requirements, as I've mentioned before.

So, I am guessing that what happened here was maybe some confusion with ordering through Wolt, so without further info they decided to play it safe and default to vegan. (Though, they do even offer Oatly yogurt as an option in the lassis, so you'd think they might also use that for vegan raitas. 🤔)

But sure, just fuck me up! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It all looks and smells good.

My first round, dished up. I was expecting to get at least two meals out of it, from the description. Given my capacity lately, though? Looks more like three with rice left over, unless I go totally vegan ham later.

The Masala Pappadoms, which I figured might just be flavored with some spices. But nope, they went with a chaat approach.

Most of the masala powder, crispy sev, cilantro, etc. like you'd use on Bhel Puri or other chaat dishes have mostly just fallen to the bottom here. Which should at least help keep the pappadoms from sogging out under the fresh herby bits as much, before I can munch them all down! Can scoop back up as needed.

Finally, the big cup of mango lassi, which turned out to be practically a spoonable fruity yogurt dessert. 😁 And is incidentally sitting right next to the insulin pen case, which is too appropriate!

Most of that is stashed in the fridge for later, though I did go ahead and drink like 25% of it thinned down with a little milk. Absolutely delicious, if no doubt a huge carb bomb even with the dairy yogurt rather than oat! (Haven't had Oatly's yet, but this tasted more like dairy.)

And now, for a cup of my own house special half-assed pseudo-masala chai, to help everything settle!

Very satisfying meal, as I had hoped. With some actual vegetables that I didn't have to cook, and everything. May need to order from them again, when I get the urge for more vaguely North Indian restaurant curry.

[bishopinblue]

A good phrase I've been keeping in mind now a days goes as such.

"I won't treat you badly, I'll treat you accordingly."

No one has a right to demonize you when you do whats best for you. You can treat someone with the kindness you would like in return as most should, but they may not in turn. Sometimes dropping that and biting back is best and shows them that what you presented to them isn't a default privilege, but a courtesy that can be lost. That is how respect works. If you lose someone's respect, then you shouldn't be surprised when you are treated accordingly.