#chickenshit.

[koohyunnie]

His hands moved out of habit, grabbing cans from a box and setting them on the shelf. Almost a decade of the same shit everyday had ingrained the menial task into his muscles. Koohyun briefly wondered what other things he did repeatedly without ever really thinking too deeply about them. There was plenty of mundane tasks that he had accumulated in a giant list in an attempt to be a normal functioning adult. What was the reason? To prove his parents wrong? Even though he had no real desire for their approval. He had long since stopped caring about them wanting him to be more like them. He just didn’t want to be bothered by people. He supposed at least pretending to be normal in public was okay. He was tired of his internal feud. He didn’t want to care about others’ opinion of him but he was acutely aware of everyone at work staring at him throughout the day. Especially lately.

Had he done anything out of the ordinary? Maybe. He couldn’t hone in on any particular incident. So he was standing at work, clearing his head while doing the menial tasks. After stacking cans he moved onto refilling the snack shelves towards the back of the aisle. He didn’t want to be near the front end. Koohyun tried to avoid the front end because the cashiers had a habit of trying to strike up conversations with him. And he hated talking at work. He didn’t even want to talk to customers. It was more exhausting than any manual labor he had ever done before. It was never a simple cut and dry conversation. Especially with the amount of tourists that would come in for snacks. The amount of American girls who would start snapping pictures of the colourful snack packaging and asking strange questions was staggering.

Maybe his lack of socializing with the new employees was causing issues. Koohyun thought, remembering that he was a manager and was in fact responsible for training the new stockers. And showing them around the store. He had been ignoring that aspect of his job. He usually left training to the other managers. He wasn’t great at explaining tasks to people.

He frowned behind his mask and cut the tape on his box, breaking it down and tucking it under his arm before he walked to the backroom. He needed to sit down and think for a moment. Not that it was time for a break or that he really wanted to take a break. He just wanted to figure out why everyone seemed to be acting just a little different around him. It wasn’t really noticeable at first. But Koohyun was certain that some of the front end employees had been staring at him longer than a simple glance. But none had tried to approach him to speak. Perhaps they were talking about him? What would he do then? Most likely nothing, Koohyun wasn’t keen on confronting people who talked about him. Whether it was good or bad. He just didn’t want people to talk about him. If they had an issue it would be nice if they would just say it to him directly.

He tossed the flattened box into the baler so it could be tied and recycled later. He tugged his mask off, letting it hang from one ear as he grabbed a bottle of water. It was room temp and had a stale taste. He had a bad habit of leaving his waters scattered around his stockroom but everyone was kind enough to not move them around. The basic level of respect, he figured. He sighed again and leaned against one of the racks of backstock. He was staring at the other shelves but he wasn’t really looking at them. He had tossed aside the thoughts about his coworkers acting differently. Now he was thinking about what he would eat after work. He had a rare double day off lined up and was thinking he would treat himself to something he hadn’t eaten in awhile. But he couldn’t think of what. He did have a bit of a hankering for pizza but he really wasn’t sure if that would satisfy his taste. Sometimes food just didn’t hit the spot right and made him feel like he had wasted his time eating it.

“Oh! Sorry..” One of the cashiers had come into the backroom so she could get to the breakrooms. She seemed startled to see Koohyun in the back. She flashed a small smile and brushed past to go take her break.

Koohyun watched her from his peripheral vision and could’ve sworn she had turned back to look at him twice in the short distance to the break area. He took a sip of his water before he set it down on the backstock shelf and grabbed a different box to take to the sales floor. There was always more room for the godawful snacks that tourists would buy. It didn’t take long to unload the box, break it down, and come back to toss it into the baler. He was wasting time by taking boxes out one by one. It wasn’t like anybody was going to complain about it. Not to be conceited but Koohyun was highly valued by the corporate level managers. They never questioned his method because he always got the shit done and the paperwork was filed that backed it up. And his current boss’ boss was the one who handled all of Koohyun’s employment records. His job was much more secured than his boss’ was. And he wondered if maybe that was why the other employees had started looking at him differently. Had he started giving off a different vibe? Koohyun paused in grabbing another box. He stared at the cardboard as he thought. He knew sometimes he could have a cocky strut. He had felt more comfortable around this store lately, it had been over a year since he had transferred to this location. So maybe he had started to walk around like he ran the place? That type of confidence could cause people to look at him differently. That was the most likely cause. It had happened at his old store. People had gotten annoyed with him acting like he ran the show, even though technically he did. He had been brought in by upper management to fix that location’s freight problem. People did seem to get annoyed when someone new messed with their way of doing things. And Koohyun was usually doing things his own way, not the way trained by corporate. That was the most logical reason for people behaving differently around him.

It was also entirely possible that Koohyun was being paranoid and mistaking innocent glances as longer stares. He wasn’t always great at understanding other people’s actions. He would figure it out eventually. But he didn’t want to deal with the uncomfortableness of thinking people were watching him work. It made it harder to zone out. If he became too aware of people watching him he might end up doing something embarrassing like dropping items or even tripping on his own feet.

“Excuse me, sorry.” The same cashier was trying to exit the stockroom now. Her break apparently over. Koohyun stepped to the side, leaning against the backstock shelves to give her more room to walk. But instead of walking out of the room she stopped near him. “Are you new here?” She asked and Koohyun was too stunned to reply for a moment.

“New?” He raised a brow and shook his head. “No. I’ve been here for a year or so.” He shrugged. Why was she talking to him? He couldn’t think of why she thought he was new.

“Oh.” Her cheeks turned pink. “Sorry. I never saw you around before. I started a couple of weeks ago.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. Koohyun noted the silver hoops, she had three piercings in her earlobe.

“I’m not usually hear during the day.” He shrugged again. His eyes met hers. She had colour contacts in, they were brown to match her eye colour. He didn’t really understand why people would wear contacts in similar colours to their own eyes.

“Oh.. I see.” She laughed softly.

Koohyun wasn’t sure why she was talking to him. Her break should be over. Which meant that she should be back up at the register by now so the next person could take their break. But it seemed like she wanted to say something else. Koohyun wasn’t great at conversations in the workplace. “Gets busy during the day. Lots of tourists.” He stated and she nodded in agreement. He figured that he had killed the conversation successfully and he stopped leaning back on the shelf so he could get back to work. But she made no effort to go back to the front end of the store.

“Well, uhhm, I’m Yang Jihye, cashier. But I look forward to working with you.” She was smiling again.

“Yeah..” He nodded. “Lee Koohyun. Freight Manager.” He glanced towards the backroom doors. “You should probably get back to the front before you get in trouble with Nana.” He gestured towards the door. Alluding to the front end manager who got agitated if the break schedule was thrown off too much. Jihye grinned before disappearing out of the backroom. Leaving Koohyun very perplexed. He had a new thing to ponder about for the rest of this shift. 

Because what the fuck was up with that random introduction?

[haliaiii]

funger sketches :)))

[catboydan]

[pussypopstiel]

Sam and cas propose to eachother at restaurants to get free food and every time it happens dean goes to the bathroom and grips the sink while staring at his reflection for five minutes

[princenotsocharming]

1968

[fdelopera]

Antisemites are going mask-off. And we Jews see you.

So some shit for brains antisemite sent me this message the other day. This is one of several antisemitic Anons I've gotten recently, but this one is the most blatant.

My first response was to taunt them. I thought of writing something like this:

"Hey, you fucking loser, you forgot the part of your Nazi script where you try to deny that the Holocaust happened. Lame ass motherfucker, you can't even get your own lies right. Next time you try harassing a Jew online, at least try to tow the Nazi party line, you white supremacist. Also, you fucking COWARD, how dare you come to my inbox on Anonymous. If you’re going to tell me you wish I would die in a Nazi gas chamber, at least have the common courtesy to tell me your username so I know who I am blocking."

But then, I thought: No. That's not how to respond. Because that's not what this is about.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. Making fun of a stupid a Nazi by telling them that they forgot to deny the Holocaust when they decided to harass me for being a Jew — that is gallows humor of the darkest kind. But a morbidly glib zinger of a reply doesn’t actually address the real issue here.

The real issue is that a lot of you with antisemitic tendencies have been going completely mask-off the last few weeks, and you have been diving headfirst into Jew-hatred.

You are finally feeling liberated to speak the Jew-hating words that you have been dying to say.

You have been practically champing at the bit to tell a Jew that you wished there would be another Holocaust so you could get rid of all those millions of "bad Jews" that you don’t like, and now you feel liberated to scream those words from the rooftops.

Over the last few weeks, we Jews have been watching you, some of you that we considered to be friends, and we’ve seen many of you turn on us and spit out the most vile, hateful things about us.

And we know exactly what you will be doing when the next Nazi craze spreads like wildfire from country to country, throughout cities and towns.

You like to claim that you would have been punching Nazis in the face during World War II. You like to claim that you would have protected us. Some of you even like to claim that you would have sheltered us, like the heroes who hid Anne Frank.

But we know better.

No. That’s all just romantic bullshit that some of you like to tell yourselves to make yourselves feel important.

In reality, you would have been deciding who is a "good Jew" and who is a "bad Jew." You would have been deciding who you should rat out to the police for a reward. You wouldn’t be protecting us! You would be saying, "I really don't like that Jew. I’m going to go tell the Gestapo about them." Or worse, you would be saying, "Oh, that Jew over there, they’re just an animal. They’re barely human. The Nazis can kill them, I don’t care."

Most of the people who turned against their Jewish neighbors in Nazi occupied Europe weren't monstrous, inhuman beasts. Most of them were people, just like you, who had been conditioned to hate Jews by nearly two thousand years of Christian antisemitism coupled with a targeted campaign of white supremacist propaganda. This widespread antisemitism allowed the Nazis to transform an irrational and enculturated feeling of distrust towards Jews into a feeling of intense hatred, where gentiles demonized Jewish people and blamed "those Jews" for all the bad things that were happening in the world.

And the white supremacists are doing it again. And YOU are falling for their trap. Again!

Don't you get it? This is the oldest trick in the book! Periods of antisemitic violence usually erupt every 70-100 years or so, after most of the Jewish elders who hold the living memory of the last genocide have all passed away. And the Holocaust was 80 years ago. And here we are. Again.

And just like the Christians in Europe who turned on their Jewish neighbors, you are starting to turn on us.

You buy into antisemitic conspiracy theories, just like the white supremacists do.

You stand in the streets, screaming "gas the Jews" and "die Jews die."

You sound like the Proud Boys. You sound like Nazis. Do you even hear yourselves???

You pretend that all Jews are all a monolith and a hive mind, and you try to convince yourselves that we are all a proxy for the fucking Israeli government, which the vast majority of Jews fucking despise. If we could, trust me, most of us would strangle Netanyahu with our bare hands.

You celebrate Jewish deaths because you have convinced yourselves that killing a random Jewish civilian is "just the same" as killing Netanyahu, because you have manipulated yourselves into believing that all Jews are the Israeli government.

And you don't see how fucking STUPID that is!!

Jewish people are no more the Israeli government than YOU are YOUR government.

A people are NOT their government.

According to Tumblr statistics, nearly half of you reading this will be from the US. Shall I blame YOU personally for the actions of the US government? Of course fucking not! And you'd better fucking not blame random Jews for Netanyahu!

And some of you Jew-haters, in pretending that Jews are all a monolith and a hive mind, even say vile, antisemitic shit like, "Looks like the Jews are becoming the Nazis."

You choose those words carefully, twisting the Shoah, our greatest tragedy, into a knife. You try to weaponize the slaughter of our people against us. You try to reduce the 6 million of us who were murdered into a white supremacist meme.

YOU SOUND LIKE THE FUCKERS AT A TRUMP RALLY, FOR FUCKS SAKE. DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELVES???

And you do that to dehumanize us. You do that to feel morally superior. You do that to feel less uncomfortable when you laugh at our deaths.

But we know that WE are not becoming Nazis. But YOU are. The reason you say that shit about us is because YOU are projecting YOUR insecurities onto us.

Because you know that you are slowly, insidiously being coopted by the Nazi ideology of David Duke and Richard Spencer.

And perhaps somewhere deep down, you feel uneasy about it. So you accuse Jews of being a monolith, a hive mind, and then you say stupid antisemitic shit like, "Maybe the Jews are the Nazis after all."

And you say that to yourselves so that you can turn off your empathy and celebrate as you watch us die.

What a disgusting way to try to absolve yourselves of YOUR guilt.

And we Jews are watching you. We’re watching you very carefully. And when the dust settles, you will have found that we have vanished from your life.

Very soon, you won’t see us again.

And no, that won't be because we'll be walking into the gas chambers, as much as you'd like us to, like some historical movie about the Holocaust that you watched when you were a child but turned off halfway through because you just didn't care.

NEVER AGAIN MEANS NEVER AGAIN.

As much as we know that you ENJOY watching our deaths (sanitized, of course, with a blur filter over the video so that you don’t have to feel too guilty about watching us being tortured and murdered), that’s not the reason you won’t be seeing us again.

The reason you won’t be seeing us again is because we will be walking out of YOUR life.

You have lost us as friends, and you might not even know it yet.

We are gone from your life, because we know that we can’t trust you.

We know that when the Nazis come to our community and march down the street hoisting their swastikas and doing their Sieg Heils (I've seen it with my own eyes) … when the Nazis harass us Jews in the street (I've seen it with my own eyes) … when the Nazis SHOOT US DEAD (it happened at a synagogue a block away from my synagogue, and many of those who saw it will never open their eyes again) — we know you won’t help us.

You will shove us into the line of fire.

And we know that you’ll absolve your conscience, so you won’t feel too bad about our deaths. You’ll tell yourselves, “It’s okay. Why should I have protected that one? That one was a bad Jew.”

We Jews see you. We see your hypocrisy on full display.

And we are telling you this:

If you see Jewish civilians being tortured and murdered, no matter what country they are from, and your first response is to CELEBRATE … if your first response is to post memes that say shit like, "The Jews fucked around and found out" … if your first response is to say that mass murdering Jews is "brutal but justified" … if your first response is to behave like a Q-Anon believer or a MAGA-hat wearing Republican and treat all Jews like we're a monolith, a hive mind…

When THAT is your response to seeing a tragedy unfolding, you are a FAILED ally, and a FAILED advocate.

You are an antisemite.

But mostly, you are just a really horrible, shitty person.

And we don’t want you in our life.

[newnamesamecharlotte]

"I'm going," she repeated. And she shrugged. "Cohort rules." "What Cohort rule, Marta?" Abigail asked, bewildered. "'Chickenshits don't get beer,'" Dyas said. And, after a pause: "Might not be the official wording, but that's how I've always heard it." Magnus said, more than slightly delighted, "I have never heard that one." "As it happens, I have," said Matthias Nonius.

Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

[teisubrainrot]

might as well post something instead of just lurking umm

was doing male anatomy practice and decided to spice it up by having the jimas, ehem, “model” because they exist on a spectrum i swear

[parsp-art]

I need to work on smaller canvases also project sekai is changing their designs <3

anyway, リンさんはかわいいです。

[epically-epic-epicosity]

[moerusai]

Hey everyone, I understand that most of us aren't very active on Twitter but I need you to signal boost this please.

A notorious reposter is shamelessly stealing and claiming Tumblr gifs as theirs. It's not just me, if you've made a gif for KinnPorsche in the past year, you can be sure that your work has been stolen.

Twitter doesn't exactly have a system to report this disgusting behavior. But what we can do is spread the words, report and mass block. Shitheads like this don't deserve a place in fandom.

Reblogging is much appreciated 🙏🙏🙏

[koohyunnie]

2o23.o2.o4

His earbuds were snug in place plugging his ears, successfully drowning out the world around him. Koohyun had his eyes closed. Not that it made any difference in the complete darkness of his room. He was sprawled on the floor rather than lying on his bed. His back needed to be stretched and the floor was where he needed to be. He wanted to center himself. To realign himself with his roots, so to speak. Not that he could explain what that meant. Lying like this was what he used to do in his youth. He couldn’t believe he was approaching his thirties. Maybe that was why his back needed more stretching.

The music was loud, screaming in anguish or anger, he wasn’t entirely sure. English wasn’t easy to understand when they sung so quickly. But the vibe was more than enough. It wasn’t really relaxing to lay on the floor and listen to screamo music. But it helped Koohyun bring his thoughts into focus. Perhaps it was a bit counterproductive because his heartrate increased with the intensity of the music. A primal need to move to the riffs and yells. But not now. He was trying to sort out his own feeling. The root of himself and his issues.

Lately he had felt a vague feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Something akin to sadness or perhaps it was guilt. That’s what he wanted to know. But what could have spawned the feeling? He couldn’t recall doing anything outside of his mundane routine since the feeling had started to become noticeable. Perhaps that was the reason for his unease?

The song ended and the momentary silence before the next song on the playlist started seemed to last longer than normal. Koohyun almost moved his hand to grab his phone and make sure that the song hadn’t become paused. But his limbs were heavy. If he moved now he would disrupt his efforts to ground himself in his current reality. This is pointless, he thought briefly before the new song started and he felt a pang in his chest.

“Oh.” He mouthed and his eyes opened to stare up at the ceiling through the darkness. The image of her pained smile was etched in his retinas. That girl hadn’t contacted him in months. Or perhaps it was him that hadn’t reached back to her. He struggled to roll onto his side, pulling his phone close, the sudden light blinding him for a moment. He opened Kakao and was horrified to see the little red notification appear, the ‘(3) Unread’ beside her icon of a stuffed animal. One she had won from a claw game. Koohyun swore to himself. He always forgot that his kkt would bug out and fail to display notifications. Yet here was the reality staring him in the face. He hadn’t even bothered to check to send her a message to check-in in the months they hadn’t spoken.

What a shitty friend he was turning out to be.

He opened their chat at stared at the three messages.

Six Weeks Ago: ‘heuheuu look what i scored~’ with the attached image of a new anime figure she had purchased

Five Days Ago: an animated Kiki sticker crying

Koohyun wasn’t sure how to respond. The music blaring in his ears was distracting now that he had to focus on drafting a message to her. How could he apologize for the unintentional ghosting and salvage their friendship without coming off as an asshole? He wasn’t sure such a thing would be possible.

‘sorry. work has been hectic. hope you are ok. maybe we can play this weekend. i have a day off saturday.’

He sent his message and laid his phone face down on the floor. The music enveloped him as he closed his eyes again. He felt like his message failed to get across his remorse. He did feel bad. But he was lying about work being hectic. He really was a shitty guy to ignore her for so long then so selfishly ask to play games on his own day off instead of asking for her schedule. Even he couldn’t believe his own actions. If this was his roots and part of his core existence, he was a little disturbed but not entirely surprised. He had never been great at maintaining friendships. He sighed and removed his earbuds, returning them to their case.

His phone buzzing tore him from his inner scolding. He turned over the phone and stared in bewilderment at the banner notifications on the lock screen.

‘eek! a ghost!’ ‘i am free saturdaay~ lets play lets play~~’

Koohyun stared at them without opening them. He couldn’t understand how she could so easily brush off his absence and readily accept his invitation to play over the coming weekend. And she had acknowledged his absence with a joke. He couldn’t even bring himself to laugh. It was shameful to drag someone younger into his failures of friendship. But maybe he could mend it.

[mourningeddiesfagstache]

@kinkleydiaz do u want to tell me which post

[the-goofball]

Dear Thanator, I hear you and yes, I'm fucking hiding. Just go away... XD

I mean...

And I'm certainly no Neytiri

[goldiejake11]

source: goldiejake11

Next up on my 'don't be chickenshit to draw scenes from your fave fics' challenge is from chapter 4 of the absolutely incomparable scroldie diety - @lettheladylead 's phenomenal series 'Running in Circles'. I cannot express how much I enjoy this series and basically anything else that has come from the magic pen of 'that one duck bitch'. It is rare when someone can both write AND draw brilliantly and I for one absolutely loved devouring the delicious fics AND pics that Neopuff has provided over the years. Long may this scroldie queen reign!

[tenitchyfingers]

Funniest part being, Angela Carini is just used to pretending to get hurt in order to chicken out of matches.

She did the same in 2022 against the Turkish athlete Busenaz Surmeneli.

Is it a coincidence that she did it both times when facing brown women? Hmmmm.

Girl just get into e-sports. You ain’t gonna get hurt that way, unless you willfull- er, accidentally stick your fingers into an electric socket.