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[gottencents]

4 Your Eyez Only - Jennie Kim

love hangover masterlist. main masterlist

paring. katseye!oc x jennie

synopsis. After falling asleep mid-Weverse Live, Tatum unintentionally exposes that they’ve been at Jennie’s house the whole time, sending fans into a frenzy

Tatum had sworn she wouldn’t fall asleep.

It had started out as a chill, late-night Weverse Live—just them chatting with fans, answering questions, and vibing to music. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But the exhaustion from weeks of packed schedules had finally caught up to her. Her responses had started getting slower, her blinks longer, her voice softer.

Until, eventually, her head lolled slightly to the side, her breathing evened out, and just like that— shewere out cold, live in front of thousands of fans.

At first, fans in the chat weren’t sure if she were joking.

— “HELLO??? DID SHE JUST FALL ASLEEP?”

— “nah no way she messing with us”

— “wait the breathing looks too real omg”

— “y’all… I think she actually asleep”

Minutes passed. Then ten. Then twenty.

And Tatum did not wake up.

More viewers started flooding in as word spread across social media—Tatum from KATSEYE just knocked out mid-Weverse Live and no one knows what to do.

Fans were panicking, but also losing their minds at how ridiculous the situation was.

— “so we’re just sitting here. watching them sleep. this is our life now.”

— “someone call her members pls”

— “this is so unserious what if she wake up and see 50k ppl staring at her”

— “wait… where are her members???”

That was when the speculation started.

KATSEYE’s dorm in L.A. was usually lively—if Tatum had fallen asleep, someone should’ve found them by now. But there were no sounds of other members in the background. No Daniella or Manon barging in to mess with them. No Lara making fun of them in the comments.

Nothing.

Fans began to wonder—where exactly was Tatum right now?

And then, just as the chat was spiraling into full detective mode, movement appeared in the background.

A familiar figure stepped into frame, walking toward the couch.

Jennie.

Fans collectively lost their minds.

— “WAIT. WAIT. WAIT.”

— “JENNIE KIM???”

— “WHY IS SHE THERE???”

— “I THOUGHT TATUM WAS AT THE KATSEYE DORM??? EXPLAIN.”

— “ARE THEY ACTUALLY AT JENNIE’S HOUSE???”

Jennie, completely unaware of the chaos she had just caused, crouched down next to Tatum and nudged her shoulder. “Hey,” she murmured, her voice soft. “Tatum, wake up. You’re still live.”

Tatum barely stirred, mumbling something incoherent before shifting deeper into the cushions.

Jennie sighed, shaking her head with an affectionate smile. That was so typical of her.

Meanwhile, the chat was in absolute flames.

— “WHY IS SHE SO SOFT WITH THEM STOP”

— “IS THIS A CONFIRMATION OR??????”

— “TATUM WAKE UP YOU’RE MISSING HISTORY”

— “ok but this means they were at Jennie’s house this whole time”

Jennie glanced at the screen and finally realized what was happening. Her eyes slightly widened as she read the comments.

“Oh,” she muttered, realizing no one was supposed to know where Tatum had been streaming from. She blinked at the phone for a second, then cleared her throat. “Uh… surprise?”

The chat exploded.

— “HELPPPP SHE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY”

— “SURPRISE???? JENNIE BE SO FOR REAL RN”

— “THEY’RE DEFINITELY TOGETHER I DONT CARE”

— “so no one was gonna tell us they’ve been at her house this whole time?”

Jennie quickly decided to just ignore the speculations for now. Instead, she turned her attention back to Tatum, sighing as she grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she muttered, draping it over them.

Tatum let out a content sigh in her sleep, snuggling deeper into the warmth. Jennie hesitated for a moment, then—without thinking—reached out and brushed a few strands of hair away from tatum face.

The chat?

Utterly feral.

— “OH. OH MY GOD.”

— “DID SHE JUST??? STROKE THEIR HAIR???”

— “THIS FEELS ILLEGAL TO WITNESS”

— “THE WAY SHE’S LOOKING AT THEM???? STOP.”

Jennie, completely oblivious to how down bad fans were, turned back to the camera. “Alright,” she said softly. “Looks like that’s it for tonight. Thanks for keeping them company, but I think it’s time to end the live.”

She reached for the phone, but paused as she read one last comment.

— “PLS TUCK THEM IN PROPERLY WE NEED CLOSURE”

Jennie chuckled, shaking her head. “Fine, fine. But only because you asked nicely.”

Gently, she adjusted the blanket, making sure Tatum was warm and comfortable. Then, as a final touch, she murmured, “Goodnight, dummy,” and—without even realizing the damage she was about to cause—pressed a light kiss to their forehead.

The moment she ended the live, Twitter broke.

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[emjaydoubleyou]

this post is fearmongering. the results of this study are concerning and should definitely be a matter of public discussion, but this is certainly not the conclusion the researchers came to.

the point of the study was to assess the risks of exposure to toxic metals- something one of the co-authors notes are “ubiquitous” fwiw- via menstrual products. Their research confirmed that these metals are indeed present in tampons, but no further conclusions are drawn. it is possible the metal entered into the cotton from the soil, which is a well-known phenomenon; cotton is so good at lifting heavy metals that it has actually been suggested as a part of the solution for revitalizing polluted ground.

the authors conclude with an acknowledgement that the study should be repeated- their sample size was 60 tampons- and a suggestion that further testing ought to be done to indicate whether or not these metals can even leech out of the tampon in the first place, let alone whether or not such leeching could occur at levels deleterious to human health.

there is, in fact, a body of research- too small, for sure, but much larger than this single study- indicating that long-term proper tampon use has no observable negative impact on health. i am grateful and thrilled that more research is being done and i hope that this study is the first of many on this line of questioning, but i am really frustrated at this post and the response it got.

obviously, if this study alters your approach to menstrual health, more power to you. consumers should be informed-risk-takers, and menstrual health is double-obviously a very personal choice. but it definitely wasn't the researchers concluding that you ought to “avoid using tampons at all cost," only this tumblr user did. the lead author of the paper, in fact, specifically says that she hopes people do NOT panic about the results.

(the notes of the post were disappointing. people affirming that they knew they were right to be suspicious of tampons all along, or even recommending alternatives that actually have very little to no research regarding the safety of long-term use, etc. it’s a different conversation, but categorical distrust of tampons is old-school misogyny. you certainly shouldn't wear them if you don’t want to, but there is nothing inherently scary or wrong about them, and people who prefer them are not being reckless or crass.)

((if you're really worried about exposure to heavy metals, you may want to turn a critical eye to fast fashion, as an aside))

[retquits]

1.6 is coming—see you march 19th!!! 🥹🌱

[gongyussy]

MODERN WEEKLY STYLE CHINA Photographer: Hailun Ma; Stylist: Macci Leung; Makeup: Yooyo Keong Ming; Hair: Zhou Xue Ming; Art Director: Doris He; Models: Wai Wai, Annie, Una, Juan, Hei Wa, Bonnie, Ginny

[xxplastic-cubexx]

obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut

[an-established-butt-dent]

"What have they done to you,

Old friend."

Trapped in the fade, Solas comes face to face with the remnant of his spirit.

The Dread Wolf was his wisdom, mirror to his pride. In the wake of the wrathful Evanuris, it too, has succumbed to their taint.

Or, where I'm making wild plot speculations surrounding Solas trapped in the fade. while turning my brainrot into art pieces and gifs. I'M PACING MY ENCLOSURE. Looking for crumbs and scrabs of Veilguard. Please Bioware I'm begging, feed me. 😭

[ballpitwitch]

𝐊𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐍𝐉 - 𝟏𝟎/𝟎𝟖/𝟐𝟑

[royal-misfit]

The main reason I think Goncharov worked better as a piece of mass produced fiction over Zepotha really does come down to the basic concepts of each piece. Goncharov had a concrete idea from the start, it was a lost 1973 mafia film directed by Martin Scorsese. Meaning that people new to the joke could more easily understand how to add to the story. Martin Scorsese has an unique style to his films, he has directed multiple mafia/crime dramas that people could pull from to create a cohesive story that sounds plausible for him to have made. People were able to come up with characters (and the actors who played them) and an actual plot by just studying the genre and finding what would work. Zepotha is just marketing a single artist's work under the idea of "an 80's horror film", no director, no actual genre other than "horror" (what kind of horror? Slasher seems to be the most popular, but Zepotha sounds more like a giallo style supernatural horror to me). There's no director listed, so no one knows how this film would play out or look. Because horror is such a vague descriptor here, people are throwing just about everything to the wall to see what sticks, which slows down the actual storytelling potential. People are making up characters first, before a plot leading to there being like 50 named characters, but any actual story is lost. Tldr; Goncharov found it's footing much easier and faster by starting out with a concrete idea, while Zepotha is stumbling because it's vagueness makes it hard for anyone to agree on basic things like story or characters.

[gottencents]

Blow - Jennie Kim

love hangover masterlist. main masterlist

pairing. katseye!oc x jennie kim

synopsis. Tatum and Jennie share an intense and passionate night, where Jennie’s playful demand for more kisses leads to a slow-burning.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, casting long shadows on the walls. The only sounds were the quiet hum of the city in the distance and the rustling of sheets as Tatum tried to slip away, gently pulling herself from Jennie’s embrace. But as soon as her body shifted, Jennie’s arms shot out, wrapping around her like a lifeline, pulling her back to the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jennie murmured, her voice a sleepy mix of teasing and a hint of vulnerability, like she couldn’t bear the thought of being without her just yet.

Tatum laughed softly, trying to mask the warmth spreading through her chest at the sound of Jennie’s needy tone. “I figured I’d let you rest. Get up, grab some coffee, maybe even do something productive. You know, like an adult.”

Jennie groaned in protest, her arms tightening around Tatum’s waist as she nuzzled her face against her skin. “You’ve been kissing me for ages,” she mumbled. “I need more.”

Tatum could feel her lips twitch into a smile. Of course, this was coming. Jennie always had that irresistible pull when she wanted more. The way her voice would soften, full of that subtle desperation, always made it hard to say no. She smirked, glancing down at Jennie with a mix of amusement and affection.

“More?” Tatum raised an eyebrow, barely managing to suppress her laugh. “Jen, we’ve barely stopped kissing for half an hour. Don’t you think that’s enough?”

Jennie, however, wasn’t having it. She opened her eyes, locking her gaze with Tatum’s, a playful yet serious look in her eyes. “Never enough,” she whispered, her fingers curling into the fabric of Tatum’s shirt, pulling her in again. “You can’t leave yet. I need you… closer.”

Tatum’s heart skipped a beat. The way Jennie said it, the way her voice dropped into that honeyed tone, was enough to break any resistance. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling that familiar flutter in her chest. She leaned in again, her lips brushing over Jennie’s, teasing her gently as their mouths met for another kiss.

It started slow, soft, with the kind of tenderness that always seemed to flood between them, but it quickly escalated as Jennie pulled her even closer, her hands trailing up the back of Tatum’s neck, threading into her hair and tugging her down.

“Just a little longer,” Jennie murmured, lips brushing against Tatum’s as she pulled her in again, this time with more force. The kiss deepened, their mouths moving in perfect synchrony, both of them hungry for more.

Tatum’s hands roamed, one sliding to Jennie’s waist and the other curling around the back of her neck, tilting her head to deepen the kiss even further. Jennie’s breath hitched, her lips parting just enough for Tatum to slip her tongue in, and the world outside their bubble faded completely.

Their kiss became more urgent, more desperate, as if they had to make up for the lost time. Jennie’s hands slid down to Tatum’s shirt, tugging at the fabric as if she was trying to close the distance between them entirely. Tatum’s fingers traced the line of Jennie’s jaw, pulling her face closer, her lips moving against Jennie’s with an intensity that sent heat rushing through her.

Jennie responded in kind, her body pressing against Tatum’s as she kissed her harder, deeper, her hands exploring every inch of Tatum’s skin they could reach. She made a soft, almost needy noise against Tatum’s mouth, and Tatum couldn’t help but moan in response, her chest tightening with the overwhelming need to be closer, to lose herself in Jennie completely.

The kiss turned into something more passionate, their movements no longer slow and deliberate, but frantic, as if neither of them could get enough of the other. Jennie’s fingers fumbled with the buttons on Tatum’s shirt, the sound of fabric rustling filling the air as she tugged it off, her skin meeting Tatum’s with the softest of gasps.

Tatum’s hands went to Jennie’s hair, tugging her in closer, kissing her as if she was trying to memorize the taste, the feel of her. Jennie’s body was pressed so tightly against hers now that there was no space between them, no air, just the heat of their shared kisses. Tatum could feel Jennie’s heartbeat beneath her fingertips, quick and erratic, matching her own, and it only drove her more insane with the desire to never let go.

But just as they were lost in it, Jennie pulled back, breathless, her face flushed with desire, her lips swollen from their frantic kissing. She gave Tatum a half-smile, still holding onto her tightly, as if she couldn’t bear to let go. “More,” Jennie whispered again, a hint of amusement creeping into her voice despite the intensity of the moment.

Tatum let out a soft laugh, her chest rising and falling as she tried to regain some sense of composure. “You’re relentless,” she teased, but her hands were already finding their way back to Jennie’s body, her lips trailing a line down Jennie’s jaw.

Jennie grinned, her fingers tracing Tatum’s collarbone before slipping down to her chest, as if she couldn’t get enough either. “I know,” she said softly, her eyes half-lidded with affection and desire. “And you love it.”

Tatum didn’t even bother to answer. She kissed her again, this time with even more force, her hands roaming over Jennie’s skin, pulling her tighter against her as they kissed for what felt like forever. Their bodies moved in sync, a perfect dance of need and affection. The longer they kissed, the more the world outside of them seemed to disappear, leaving only the warmth of their closeness and the overwhelming sensation of being completely lost in each other.

There was no rush now. No need to hurry. Jennie wanted more, and Tatum couldn’t think of a single reason not to give it to her.

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[drmelking]

A consistent theme of this show is exploring how people react when they are pushed past their limits, and it’s something we saw a lot of in this episode in particular. The two women getting into a fight in the waiting room, the man blowing up and then punching Dana, McKay seemingly going over Robby’s head and reporting the kid with a hit list, Mel shutting down after that little girl died. Hell, this show opened with Robby having to talk a colleague off of a literal ledge. And so now we’re seeing it with Langdon too—after a day of Santos defying orders at every turn, being second guessed constantly by an intern, and then losing a little kid, he just completely lost it. Understandable? Definitely. But that still doesn’t make it okay. Langdon’s outburst went way beyond the realm of reprimanding a subordinate —he yelled at and berated Santos on a deeply personal level in front of a room full of colleagues, not to mention a patient. And that doesn’t make him irredeemably evil or a terrible mentor, and I don’t think this show is in anyway trying to villainize him and woobify Santos or vice versa, but people are not perfect and they make mistakes and they can have extreme emotional reactions in high stress environments. It makes them human. That’s the whole point of the show imo

[nija-orita20]

I know that this might be an unpopular opinion, but am I one of the only people that sees the dynamic between Dr. Mel and Dr. Langdon as platonic?? All I see is a mentor being impressed with his mentee and willing to listen and learn, nothing else. Plus, it’d be very weird to ship them romantically, mainly due to the fact that Dr. Langdon has a wife and two children. Lastly, it wouldn’t make sense narrative wise either.

[imageingrunge]

i love these screenshots ( did not edit any of these but perhaps i should pick up some editing skills)

[sexhaver]

i haven't bragged about the comical volume of weed i smoke/have smoked on here since my frat days but i keep seeing this specific gummy getting referenced as if it would make you see the shadow realm or give you synesthesia or something similarly dramatic, and, like, i have literally eaten more weed than this in one sitting, my plug sold me a bottle of "sizzurp" with 5g of thc in it, and i drank the entire thing at once because i was curious. you know what happened? i had the best fucking sleep of my life and woke up parched. that's all this will do to you if you eat it all at once. you won't get visuals, you won't be able to speak to your ancestors, you're going to spend approximately 45 minutes feeling stupider than you've ever felt and then timeskip to waking up disoriented on your couch 12 hours later. you don't even dream

[urbestestwindgod]

-sees the anniflamma artwork

-OH

-uhmmm that’s certainly a piece of artwork

i eat that shit up i fucking love the manwhore au everyone on tiktok is shocked guys thats ART

[phatcatphergus]

No but it actually makes me cry to think about Tubbo scrounging for money and doing every job he can and working until his hands are raw to save up money to the point that he limits teleporting because it costs money but he bought two expensive masks to match his daughter and then bought another for a kid that isn’t even his own so that he feels included and safe without his dad.

[shoot-i-messed-up]

Was always worried about the angst of unrequited love, had never realized the sheer amount of comedic potential that it has.

Imagine one-sided Superbat where Clark is fully aware that Bruce has a crush on him but is being his repressed self about it, and Clark is just like, “I’m not gonna touch that :) you’re going to figure that out for yourself, buddy, and in the meantime, I’m just going to have a good time and be best friends with you as you inevitably pull yourself together enough to either fall out of love or to confess :) and I’ll just let you down gently because I care about you :)” but he absolutely 100% is using it to his advantage in the meantime. His puppy dog eyes had never been so effective before. He’s gotten out of Monitor Duty three times in the past month.