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[gottencents]

Nervous - Yu Jimin

causal masterlist. main masterlist. navi

pairing. meangirl!karina x soccerplayer!reader

synopsis. While studying together, Karina’s usual interruptions are starting to get on Y/N’s nerves. In an attempt to end the distractions, Y/N comes up with a simple yet effective solution—by kissing Karina.

Y/N let out a small sigh, pushing her hair out of her face as she tried to focus on her textbook. She could hear Karina shifting beside her, a soft hum escaping her lips. Y/N glanced over at her, noticing Karina had completely stopped writing and was now tapping a pencil on the desk, lost in her thoughts.

“Karina,” Y/N started, trying to keep her tone even, “I’m trying to study here. You’re not even looking at your notes.”

Karina, looking guilty but not enough to actually stop, just smiled and shrugged. “I am studying. I’m just thinking.”

“Thinking about what? You’re not even on the right page.”

Karina let out a soft laugh, twirling the pencil in her hand. “Okay, fine. I’m thinking about you.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her patience thinning. “About me? Really?”

“Well, you’re kind of cute when you’re all focused,” Karina teased, leaning back in her chair, clearly not feeling the same urgency to study that Y/N did.

Y/N rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. “Karina, we’ve been at this for two hours, and you’ve barely gotten through one page.”

“I’m getting there,” Karina replied, her voice light and playful. “You know, I think I work better when I take breaks.”

Y/N stared at her, trying to hold onto the last shred of her patience. She was just about to respond when Karina gave a dramatic sigh and stood up to stretch.

“Y/N, how do you do it?” Karina asked, glancing at her with a teasing smile. “You’ve been buried in those books for hours, and you’re not even bored. You’re—what’s the word?—in the zone?”

“Yeah, I’m in the zone,” Y/N muttered, tapping her pen against the desk. “But I can’t be in the zone if you keep distracting me.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not like I’m doing anything that bad,” Karina said, leaning over to glance at Y/N’s notes. “Besides, I think you need a little fun every now and then.”

Y/N bit her lip, trying to keep her frustration in check. “I’m not here for fun right now, Karina.”

“I know, I know,” Karina said, her voice dropping slightly, sensing the shift in Y/N’s mood. She hesitated for a moment before leaning closer, resting her chin on Y/N’s shoulder. “You’re just so serious when you study. I think you need a break too.”

Y/N shifted uncomfortably, her attention flicking back to her notes, but she couldn’t ignore the warmth of Karina’s presence so close to her. She didn’t mind it—well, she didn’t mind it usually—but right now, it was getting harder to focus.

Finally, after what felt like a long pause, Y/N snapped. She placed her pen down with a little more force than necessary, turned her head, and kissed Karina.

The kiss was quick and unexpected. Karina froze, eyes wide in surprise, as Y/N pulled away slightly, her breath coming a little faster than usual. Karina blinked, clearly caught off guard, and for a moment neither of them said anything.

Y/N felt her cheeks flush as she awkwardly cleared her throat, not sure what to do next. “Well,” she said with a soft smile, “that ought to get your attention.”

Karina’s lips parted in shock, her eyes scanning Y/N’s face as if trying to figure out what just happened. Slowly, her expression softened, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Did you just kiss me to get me to stop distracting you?”

Y/N shrugged, suddenly very aware of how close they were. “I mean, it worked, didn’t it?”

Karina laughed, her fingers brushing against Y/N’s arm. “You’re a little sneaky, aren’t you?”

Y/N blushed but didn’t pull away. “You kept distracting me. I had to do something.”

Karina’s eyes darkened slightly, the playful tone from earlier shifting to something a little more intense. She leaned forward again, not in the usual teasing way, but with a more deliberate, purposeful movement. “Well,” she whispered, “if that’s what it takes…”

Before Y/N could respond, Karina closed the gap between them again, this time kissing Y/N more deeply. The kiss was soft but filled with something unspoken, something that made the room feel warmer than it had moments ago. Y/N’s heart raced as she leaned into the kiss, her mind momentarily forgetting about the textbooks and the studying.

When they pulled apart, both of them were breathing a little harder, faces flushed. Karina didn’t say anything right away, just stared at Y/N with wide, slightly surprised eyes.

Y/N, trying to regain her composure, cleared her throat and glanced at her notes, but her mind was still buzzing. “Well, that wasn’t exactly what I expected to happen.”

Karina chuckled softly, her fingers now tracing the edge of Y/N’s book. “I’m not complaining.”

Y/N shook her head, trying to gather her thoughts. “Okay, okay. No more distractions,” she said, her voice a little quieter than before. “We really should focus.”

“Right,” Karina agreed, but her voice was softer, almost teasing. “But maybe a little more of that wouldn’t hurt.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile creeping onto her face. “We’re supposed to be studying, Karina.”

“I know,” Karina said with a wink, “but we could always take another ‘break’ if you need it.”

Y/N, flustered but also unexpectedly warm from the moment, felt her heart flutter as she glanced at Karina. “Let’s just—let’s get back to studying.”

“Sure,” Karina said, settling back into her chair but with a knowing smile. “But I’ll be here… if you need more distractions.”

Y/N shook her head, but her lips twitched into a grin. “You’re impossible.”

Karina leaned back in her chair, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on Y/N. “Yeah, but you love it.”

Y/N sighed, unable to argue. The day’s distractions had turned into something more than she expected, and she realized maybe studying wasn’t the only thing that needed focus right now.

As the minutes ticked by, the tension between them lingered, neither of them able to ignore the quiet chemistry that had flared between them. The books in front of them, the scattered notes, and the half-open textbooks felt insignificant in the face of the undeniable pull.

Y/N shifted in her seat, glancing at Karina, whose eyes were locked on her with an intensity that sent a ripple of warmth through her chest. Karina leaned back slightly, biting her lower lip, as though weighing her options. The playful teasing, the soft banter, it was all still there, but now there was an undeniable hunger in the air.

“Y/N,” Karina whispered, voice low and teasing, “are you sure we should be studying right now?”

Y/N swallowed, trying to maintain control, but the way Karina was looking at her, the way her fingers lingered on her pencil, was making it impossible to think clearly. She set her pen down with a soft click and pushed the books aside, leaning forward in her chair.

“I’m not sure about anything anymore,” Y/N replied, her voice softer than she intended.

Karina smirked, leaning in as well, her lips brushing against Y/N’s ear as she whispered, “Then maybe we should figure it out together.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as Karina’s lips barely skimmed her skin. Without thinking, her hand reached out, grabbing Karina’s jaw gently and turning her head, their eyes meeting for a split second before they closed in on each other.

This time, when their lips met, it was different—more urgent, more desperate. Karina’s hands cupped Y/N’s face, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, soft and heated all at once. Y/N’s heart raced as she responded in kind, her fingers weaving into Karina’s hair, tugging her closer until there was no space between them.

The kiss grew more intense, mouths moving together, tasting, exploring, as if the world outside their small room no longer existed. Karina’s hands trailed down to Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her off her chair and onto her lap with ease. Y/N gasped slightly at the shift, the sudden change in position igniting a new kind of tension between them.

Karina’s lips never left hers, her hands sliding down Y/N’s back, drawing her body even closer. Y/N’s breath came faster, every touch of Karina’s fingers sending sparks through her veins.

“Karina…” Y/N whispered breathlessly against her lips, her voice shaking. “We’re… we’re not studying anymore, are we?”

“No,” Karina breathed, her lips trailing along Y/N’s jaw, her hands tightening around Y/N’s waist. “But who cares?”

Y/N’s hands slid under Karina’s shirt, fingers grazing the soft skin of her back as she pulled Karina back into another kiss, harder this time. Karina responded immediately, her body moving closer, the heat between them building. The world around them felt distant, muffled, as the kiss deepened and the tension turned into something undeniable.

In the midst of their lips moving together, hands exploring and hearts racing, it became clear that nothing else mattered. No textbooks, no notes, no distractions—only them, in that moment. The kiss turned into something more passionate, more intimate, as the world outside faded completely. Neither of them was thinking anymore, just feeling—feeling everything, all at once.

And as they broke the kiss, both of them breathless and flushed, Y/N stared at Karina, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Maybe we should study… later?” Y/N whispered, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.

Karina chuckled softly, her forehead resting against Y/N’s. “Yeah… later sounds good.”

And for the first time that day, they both let themselves enjoy the moment—no books, no distractions, just each other.

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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]

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[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. 😭

[morganbritton132]

(A little continuation from this post about teeny tiny Steve asking Wayne for help)

“It’s not a lie!” Steve insisted, grabbing hold of Tommy’s backpack strap so they don’t get separated as they filter out of the school building. “It really happened, I swear.”

“Superman really came to your house?”

“Not Superman. Not a superhero,” Steve shook his head. “He’s just has powers. I saw them with my own eyes.”

Tommy waited until the crowd started to thin out before saying, “I think you need to get your eyes checked.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “I’m serious, Tommy. Mr Wayne could see through metal and had super-strength, and - and he can control electricity like an X-Men.”

“If he’s a superhero how come you know his name? They’re supposed to have secret identities.”

“Cause I’m smart and figured it out.”

Tommy makes a face, leading them over to the crosswalk so they can make the trek to his house, “Is this like when you went to ninja school over spring break?”

“I did go to ninja school!”

“My mom said you went to your grandma’s.”

“That’s where the ninja school is,” Steve insisted. “Grandpa Otis taught me ninja moves from the war.”

“Grandpa Otis isn’t a ninja.”

“He has a sword, Tommy. Why would he-“

“Hey, guys! Wait up!” They heard behind them and stopped as Carol ran to catch up. “Choir was cancelled. What’s up with the police here?”

“They have to be here,” Steve answered, “To help with the traffic after that girl got hit a car.”

“But why are they staring at you?”

What?

Steve turned and looked over at the cop monitoring the crosswalk. He was a big scary looking guy with a big mustache and big arms, and yeah. He was staring at them.

Steve looked away from Hopper quickly, “We didn’t do anything.”

“Maybe they know about the superhero and are looking for him,” Tommy said dramatically. “Maybe they want to capture him but they don’t know how to get to him so they’re looking at you. They know how to you easy.”

“Oh my god, he’s still talking about the superhero thing?” Carol asked.

Tommy grinned at her and the two walked off, but Steve stayed rooted to his spot. He turned back one last time, observing Hopper as he observed him. Steve frowned.

Then he ran after his friends, “Guys, wait for me.”

[ballpitwitch]

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

[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.

[gottencents]

Dibs - Jennie Kim

pairing. meangirl!jennie x loser!reader

synopsis. jennie kim the school dubs as the it girl & of course a mean girl has called dibs on the schools biggest loser not to bully but to love ?

Jennie Kim had always been the center of attention. She was the undisputed queen of the school—head cheerleader, top of every best-dressed list, and the girl every student wanted to be or be with. She walked through the halls like she owned them, because, well… she did.

But nothing turned heads more than her obsession with Y/N L/N.

Y/N was the school’s biggest loser. At least, that’s what people called them. They weren’t part of any social circle, didn’t care about fashion, and had a permanent residence in the library. While Jennie was basking in the spotlight, Y/N was content sitting in the shadows. They weren’t bullied, per se—more like ignored.

Except by Jennie.

Jennie, who stared at them from across the cafeteria.

Jennie, who shut down anyone who had a single bad thing to say about them.

Jennie, who had once made an entire group of guys apologize after laughing at Y/N’s thrift-store hoodie.

Jennie, who was absolutely head over heels in love with the school’s most oblivious outcast.

And today, she was going to do something about it.

The cafeteria was buzzing with its usual energy—students chatting, music playing from someone’s speaker, and Jennie sitting at her usual table with her usual crowd. Lisa was talking about some new dance move, Jisoo was scrolling through her phone, and Rosé was engaged in a deep conversation about the ethics of pineapple on pizza.

Jennie, however, was not listening.

Her eyes were locked onto Y/N, who sat alone at the corner of the cafeteria, lazily eating their sandwich while reading a book.

Lisa followed Jennie’s gaze and sighed. “You’re doing it again.”

Jennie didn’t look away. “Doing what?”

“The whole ‘I’m-in-love-but-refuse-to-admit-it’ thing.”

Jisoo smirked, finally looking up from her phone. “I still don’t get it. You could have literally anyone. Why Y/N?”

Jennie tore her gaze away just long enough to glare at them. “Because I called dibs.”

Lisa snorted. “Dibs? That’s not how people work.”

Jennie crossed her arms. “I don’t care. Y/N is mine.”

Rosé raised an eyebrow. “Does Y/N know that?”

Jennie opened her mouth, then closed it. A beat of silence.

Lisa laughed. “Yeah, didn’t think so.”

Jennie rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I’m making my move.”

Jisoo blinked. “Wait—now?”

“Yes, now.”

Jennie stood, smoothing down her designer skirt before making her way across the cafeteria, her every step turning heads.

Whispers followed her. People watched with wide eyes, some elbowing their friends as they noticed where she was headed.

Y/N, of course, remained completely unaware, flipping a page in their book.

That is, until Jennie plopped down across from them and stole a fry from their tray.

Y/N finally looked up, blinking in confusion. “…Did you just steal my fry?”

Jennie smirked, twirling the fry between her fingers before eating it. “You weren’t eating them fast enough.”

Y/N stared at her, unimpressed. “Do you need something, Jennie?”

Jennie propped her chin up on her hand, batting her lashes. “I just wanted to keep you company.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “And that has nothing to do with the fact that people are staring like you just walked onto the loser’s table?”

Jennie feigned innocence. “What? I can’t sit with my favorite person?”

Y/N gave her a look. “I’m pretty sure you’ve never spoken to me before.”

Jennie grinned. “Not my fault you avoid me.”

“I avoid everyone.”

Jennie hummed, stealing another fry. “That’s cute.”

Y/N groaned, setting their book down. “Okay, seriously—what do you want?”

Jennie leaned forward, her voice dropping into something softer, more genuine. “I want you to let me take you on a date.”

Silence.

Y/N blinked. Once. Twice. “…A date.”

Jennie nodded. “Yeah, you know. Those things where two people go out together, and one of them falls madly in love with the other.”

Y/N gave her an unimpressed stare. “So you just assume I’d be the one falling in love?”

Jennie smirked. “I already have.”

Y/N’s brain short-circuited. “…What.”

Jennie rested her chin on her palm, watching them with the kind of intensity that made it hard to breathe. “I’ve liked you for years. I was just waiting for you to notice.”

Y/N blinked again. “Jennie. You’re literally the most popular girl in school.”

Jennie shrugged. “And?”

“And I’m me.”

Jennie tilted her head. “Exactly. You’re you. And I happen to think you’re perfect.”

Y/N opened their mouth, then closed it. For the first time in their life, they had no idea what to say.

Jennie leaned forward even more, whispering just for them to hear—

“So… what do you say?”

Y/N swallowed. “…You’re not going to stop bothering me if I say no, are you?”

Jennie grinned. “Nope.”

Y/N sighed, rubbing their temple. “Fine. One date.”

Jennie beamed, standing up as if she’d just won the lottery. “Great! I’ll pick you up Friday. Don’t be late.”

Y/N watched in stunned silence as Jennie walked away, leaving the entire cafeteria whispering and staring.

Lisa, Jisoo, and Rosé looked at Jennie expectantly when she returned to her seat.

Jennie smirked. “Told you. Dibs.”

For the rest of the day, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

It wasn’t paranoia—people were actually staring at them. In the hallways, in class, even when they went to their locker, whispers followed in their wake.

Did you see Jennie sit with them at lunch?

I heard she asked them out!

Is this some kind of joke?

By the time the final bell rang, Y/N’s head was pounding. They had spent their entire high school life flying under the radar, and now, thanks to Jennie Kim, that was officially over.

They trudged toward their locker, exhausted, only to find her already waiting there, leaning casually against the wall.

Jennie smirked when she saw them. “Hey, cutie.”

Y/N groaned. “Please don’t call me that.”

Jennie tilted her head. “Would you prefer ‘my future spouse’?”

Y/N shut their locker with more force than necessary. “Do you ever stop?”

Jennie grinned. “Nope.”

Y/N sighed, rubbing their temple. “Look, Jennie, what’s your deal? I mean, really.”

Jennie raised an eyebrow. “My deal?”

“Yeah. You’re… you. And I’m me. We don’t make sense.”

Jennie’s expression softened, and for the first time since this whole ordeal started, she looked genuine.

“Why do you think that?” she asked.

Y/N hesitated, shifting uncomfortably. “Because you’re popular, rich, and everyone in this school either worships you or wants to date you. And me?” They motioned to themselves. “I don’t even think half the school remembers my name.”

Jennie took a step closer, her gaze locked onto them. “I remember it.”

Y/N felt their heart stutter.

Jennie took another step. “I remember the way you always choose the seat by the window in class because you like the natural light.”

Another step.

“I remember how you only ever eat peanut butter sandwiches for lunch because you think cafeteria food is a government conspiracy.”

Y/N’s face burned. “I—”

Jennie smirked. “I remember how you always chew on the end of your pen when you’re stuck on a math problem. How you roll your eyes when you’re flustered. How your nose scrunches up when you laugh.”

She was so close now that Y/N could feel the warmth radiating off her.

Jennie tilted her head, her voice dropping into something softer. “You might not think you’re special, Y/N, but I do. And I don’t care if the rest of the school doesn’t see it.”

Y/N swallowed hard. “…You really like me?”

Jennie let out a soft laugh. “I called dibs on you. That’s basically a love confession.”

Y/N snorted despite themselves, shaking their head. “You’re impossible.”

Jennie grinned. “And yet, here you are, still talking to me.”

Y/N sighed. “I hate that you have a point.”

Jennie smirked, reaching out to adjust the collar of their hoodie, her fingers brushing against their neck for just a second.

“Get used to it, loser. You’re stuck with me now.”

And as Jennie sauntered away, leaving Y/N standing there with a racing heart and a flushed face, one thought crossed their mind:

They were so, so screwed.

Y/N stood frozen in the middle of the hallway long after Jennie walked away, their thoughts racing at a million miles per hour.

How was this their life now?

One minute, they were just a nobody, and the next, Jennie Kim—the most untouchable girl in school—was calling dibs on them like they were her personal treasure. And now? Now they had a date with her.

A date.

Y/N groaned, pressing their forehead against their locker.

“Uhh… are you okay?”

Y/N turned their head to see their classmate, Mark, giving them a concerned look.

“No,” Y/N deadpanned.

Mark blinked. “What happened?”

Y/N exhaled dramatically. “Jennie Kim.”

Mark’s eyes widened. “Oh, yeah. That.”

Y/N lifted their head, narrowing their eyes. “Wait—you knew she liked me?”

Mark gave them an incredulous look. “Dude, everyone knew.”

Y/N gawked. “How? I didn’t even know!”

Mark shrugged. “It was kinda obvious. The staring, the shutting down anyone who talked bad about you, the fact that she nearly started a fight with Minho when he tried asking you out last year—”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh.” Mark scratched the back of his neck. “You didn’t know about that?”

“No, I did not know about that!”

Mark winced. “Yeah, uh… Minho made some joke about you being a ‘charity case’ for the school and how Jennie should date ‘someone on her level,’ and she kinda—”

“What?”

“—threw her iced coffee at him.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “She what?”

Mark nodded. “Yeah. Then she told him, and I quote, ‘If Y/N isn’t on my level, then maybe I should try lowering myself to yours and see if that makes me want to throw up less.’”

Y/N stared.

Mark shrugged. “Anyway, Minho transferred schools after that, so.”

Y/N still hadn’t closed their mouth. “You’re telling me Jennie Kim has been defending my honor for years, and I just never noticed?”

Mark gave them a flat look. “You walk through life like a background character. So, yeah.”

Y/N groaned, dragging a hand down their face. “I hate this school.”

Mark patted their shoulder. “Good luck on your date.”

Y/N groaned again.

If Y/N thought the attention yesterday was bad, today was so much worse.

The moment they walked into school, the whispers started up again. People glanced at them in the hallways, whispered behind their hands, and a few brave souls even nodded in approval at them like they had just won some secret competition.

By lunch, Y/N was exhausted.

They sat at their usual table in the farthest corner of the cafeteria, hoping for some peace and quiet. But, of course, that was too much to ask.

Because Jennie Kim was heading straight toward them.

Again.

And this time, she wasn’t alone.

Lisa, Rosé, and Jisoo followed closely behind her, their faces filled with amused curiosity. The entire cafeteria watched as Jennie plopped down in the seat directly next to Y/N—so close their shoulders were pressed together.

Y/N swallowed. “Uh—”

Jennie stole a fry from their tray again. “Hi.”

Lisa smirked. “Hope you don’t mind some company.”

Y/N stared at the four of them, then at the way Jennie was completely invading their personal space, and sighed. “Do I even have a choice?”

Jennie grinned. “Nope.”

Rosé giggled, taking a seat across from them. “You’re funny.”

Jisoo rested her chin on her hand. “So. Y/N. How does it feel knowing Jennie’s been secretly in love with you this whole time?”

Y/N nearly choked. “I—”

Jennie smacked Jisoo’s arm. “Unnecessary.”

Lisa leaned forward. “Nah, but seriously. You really had no clue?”

Y/N hesitated before sighing. “Not even a little.”

Rosé gasped. “Not even when she defended you all those times?”

Y/N frowned. “I didn’t know she was defending me! No one told me!”

Lisa whistled. “Damn. You’re really out here living life on airplane mode, huh?”

Jennie rolled her eyes but was still watching Y/N closely, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of their sleeve.

Y/N sighed, shaking their head. “I still don’t get it.”

Jennie raised an eyebrow. “Get what?”

Y/N looked at her. “Why me? Of all the people in this school, why me?”

Jennie held their gaze for a moment before speaking, her voice softer than before.

“Because you don’t care about any of this.” She gestured vaguely to the cafeteria, to the stares, the whispers, the constant attention. “You’re not like the people who only like me for my status. You don’t try to impress me, or be something you’re not. You’re just… you.”

Y/N felt their heart skip a beat.

Lisa fake wiped a tear. “Damn, that was deep.”

Jennie shot her a glare.

Jisoo clapped her hands together. “Alright, so when’s the wedding?”

Y/N groaned. “Can we not?”

Jennie smirked. “Not yet. Let me at least take them on a date first.”

Y/N buried their face in their hands.

Rosé giggled. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

Lisa nodded. “Agreed.”

Jennie leaned in, her lips brushing against Y/N’s ear as she whispered—

“I told you. You’re stuck with me now.”

And for some reason, despite all the chaos, Y/N found that they didn’t mind it.

Not one bit.

[moyazaika]

hmm

[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.

[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

[crunchchute]

made the other freak for my freak

(hes made from scratch from materials i had on hand, i copied the og plushies to get the same shape. the embroidery is done half by hand half by sewing machine)

[cherriesforheaven]

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