#district 12 isn't supposed to be here but like i said before

[princesslocket]

Pitting some of my fav OC ships against each other to see how chaotic it will be 🎉

Nothing too eventful for the bloodbath

[coldmilkcreamery]

Luminescent Moonlight

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: nct dream x male reader 🥀🌹

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1862

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: y/n sneaks out of the dorms every friday night. the dreamies notice and follow him only to find out that…

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: degradation; swearing

𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 ��𝘆 🌙

𝗮/𝗻: uhh... idk how to feel about this? at first i was proud of it but now reading it i'm like... meh but enjoy ig ^^ this marks the last day of our launch week, which means we won't be posting daily anymore :(( we have 2 requests and we're working on them, if you have any feel free to drop it at the ask box !! good night <33

> 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 <

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Both hands on the clock point at 12 again, signaling Y/N’s departure from the NCT dorms. As their newest and youngest member, Y/N was thought of as the sweetest, purest, and on top of all, most respectable member of NCT. He graduated Neo High with honors, was friendly on campus and auditioned for SM only once, unlike the sea of trainees who had to audition for more than three times. Because of this, he was viewed as this innocent prince once SM told the boys that he would be joining NCT. But, just like any cliché scenario, none of them knew of what Y/N did in the dead of night, when the moonlight shone on the city and no one knew him, not even by his silhouette.

✦ 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 ✦

“Has anyone noticed Y/N during the weekends recently? He usually isn't sleeping on his bed when he’s supposed to be.” Shotaro asks, genuinely worried about him.

“He probably just goes to the comfort room and stays in there for the whole night or something, no biggie.” Jeno says sarcastically, shoving a mouthful of popcorn into his mouth as he blabs his mouth.

“Hm,” Jisung mumbles, skeptical of Y/N’s actions, “there is definitely something up with him.” Jisung wasn’t one to get jealous often but with the addition of Y/N into NCT, the beloved, innocent, has-never-committed-a-sin Y/N, the attention wasn’t on him anymore. He was a tad bit jealous, but he would never admit that out loud.

“So what do you wanna do about it then?” Jeno replies, still staring straight at the television playing Titanic, “Confront him about it? It’s not like he’s gonna budge. What are you gonna do then, force him to tell you? Huh?”

“Quit being an asshole Jen.” Jaemin slaps Jeno sitting beside him, a frown on his face.

“How about we just, you know, pretend to sleep and wait till he gets up and leaves, then follow him?” Sungchan suggests, equally as worried as Shotaro. Both the former and the latter know how hard it is to be new members of a group that has already debuted. So, they felt the need to let Y/N know that he didn’t have to keep leaving the dorms, for an escape or whatever.

“Then it’s decided,” Jeno speaks up, finally peeling his eyes off the television, “tonight, we find out what the fuck Y/N has been doing for the past 6 weeks.”

✦ 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 ✦

Y/N rises up from his bed, making extra effort not to make a noise. He grabs the hickory duffle bag from under his bed and unzips it to check if he’s had everything for his night out ready. He zips it back just seconds after and drapes it over his shoulder, getting ready to leave. He pulls his hoodie up and ties his black converses before opening the wooden door and leaving the Dream Dorms, oblivious to the boys�� plans.

Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Chenle, Sungchan, Shotaro and Jisung are led from the warmth of their dorms into the cold autumn night as they follow the figure wearing a black hoodie in front of them. The 8 boys walk for what seems like hours, crossing street to street, going through alley to alley, main road to main road as they do nothing but stay in silence and tail the (H/C) boy in front of them. They don’t know how many neon signs they’ve passed by now, only noticing how red ones become more and more evident as they venture deeper into the city.

“I think we’re in the red light district.” Haechan blurts, being met with shushes from the 7 other boys he was with. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Y/N of course, who pauses and turns around, only to look at a dark, empty street behind him. Y/N furrows his brows, confused, as he resumes his amble towards his destination.

Hiding behind garbage bins, the 8 boys sit in disgust as they hide from Y/N, scared of being caught halfway through their stalking session. Haechan peeks his head out and speaks up once again, but this time quietly, “The coast is clear.” All 8 stand up synchronized, noses scrunched as they glare at Haechan.

“No shit sherlock,” Chenle whisper-shouts, hues of scarlet and crimson decorating his face, “it’s red everywhere! Of course we’re in the red light district!”

The others giggle as they stare at Chenle.

“No, you dumbass,” Haechan replies calmly, “a red light district is like a place full of clubs and.. you know…” He trails off as the other seven’s brows furrow.

“Let’s not jump into conclusions,” Sungchan cuts him off, remaining positive, “let’s just keep following him.”

They sneak behind Y/N once again, trying their best not to get caught. It was only a minute or two before they saw Y/N turn a corner. The 8 slowly creeped up on the opening of the alley, just in time to see Y/N enter a building with an indigo sign, which stood out in the sea of bright, neon red signs.

“You don’t think… he’s a…” Jaemin spoke up as all of them shared a glance. The eight of them stood in silence, too scared to speak up, under the illusion that Y/N may be a male stripper. That wouldn’t be a problem but he was… 17.

“Only one way to find out.”

♪♪♪♪...

The deafening music boomed from the speakers, resonating into the indigo aesthetic of the club. Contrary to the word, this side of the club was the opposite of aesthetic: sweaty bodies stuck together, giving the 8 boys an unsettling feeling. They had almost started contemplating on leaving the said club, but not before Jaemin spots a quiet section, free of the sweaty bodies grinding against each other. It wasn’t free of people, per se, as there were a few people making out here and there, but it definitely wasn’t as congested as the indigo dance floor they had previously stood on. They saw vacant seats at the bar and, just like anyone who had been walking and hiding for 30 minutes, took a seat. All 8 of them had their backs turned away from the bar as a familiar voice spoke up.

“What can I get for you?” Y/N asks, a smile forced on his face. Y/N’s blue velvet suit shimmers under the spinning disco ball, exhibiting various accents of blue. Azure, cobalt and lapis and sapphire compliment Y/N’s face as he looks down, glass in one hand and towel on the other, wiping. He’s wearing nothing but a blue velvet blazer as a top, chest out as if he was as the beach. The boys turn around, mouths agape and unable to speak. They lock eyes with Y/N when the latter looks up due to the long, uncomfortable silence, eyes wide open, his body frozen in shock.

Attempting to cover his exposed chest, Y/N drops the glass and immediately places his hands flat on his chest, the feeling of fear, embarrassment and surprise devouring him.

“Y/N what the fuck?” Jeno blows up, completely losing his self control, “What the fuck are you doing in this… this.. strip club? You’re sev-”

Y/N unsticks his palms from his chest and re-sticks it onto Jeno’s mouth, shushing the older. “Shhh. let’s…” he pans his eyes from left to right, staring into his hyung’s disappointed faces, “let’s talk outside. Wait for me.”

The boys head towards the exit as they pass by the cramped dance floor once again, the silver disco ball spinning endlessly above them. They exit the club, the chilly breeze of the autumn night slapping them on the face once again as they step out. They wait in silence, leaning on the wall, occasionally staring at the indigo sign above them. Just as Chenle was about to break the silence, the cushioned doors of the club open slowly, revealing a boy in a more decent outfit. Y/N steps out, head burning holes into the stone floor. As soon as the doors of the club seal shut, all 8 of them went into chaos.

“What the fuck?”

“Is this what you’ve been doing for the past 6 weeks?”

“What are you doing with your life?”

“I can’t believe you’re actually a fucking stripper. What made SM recruit a stripper?”

He let himself get scolded but got caught off guard when Jisung uttered those words. “Wait, stripper?” Y/N looks up from the now-molten floor, eyebrows furrowed, tears pricking the corner of his eyes, “I— how could you even call me that?”

“Don’t act like you didn't have your chest on display before we got there.” Jisung replies, disgust written on his face, “Is this really what you've been doing for the past month and a half? Whoring yourself out? I guess you love people’s attention on your body don’t you?”

The gates of the dam that had held his tears finally gave out, spilling endlessly as Y/N tried to find his words, “I— that’s just the uniform for us bartenders… I work in a club so… we’re required to—”

“Exactly Y/N!” Jaemin shouts, “You’re 17 for fucks sake, why the fuck are you working at a bar? You’re a fucking idol! You're going to be publicly announced as a new member next month! What if people start recognizing you, huh? Then what?”

“I-I’m sorry hyungs. I—” tears gushed from Y/N’s orbs, coating his face, “I just did this for money.” Disgusted looks turned to looks of confusion as the 8 boys stared at Y/N, puzzled.

“M-my mom is in the hospital, she’s dealing with stage iii breast cancer and,” Y/N says, shaking, unable to complete a sentence without stopping, “and my family couldn’t afford the hospital bills, and the company wasn’t paying me yet– and I– I couldn’t wait any longer so when I saw a poster one day, looking for a bartender, I applied and lied about my age. Hyungs I’m really sorry, I- I didn’t do it because- because I liked putting my body on display. To be honest I was really uncomfortable but– but I would do anything for my mom and—”

Y/N pauses as he feels a warmth envelope him, curing his heart’s hypothermia. “We’re sorry. You know we can always lend you a hand, right?” Jaemin says, regretting his thoughts. Renjun adds to the two boys hugging, then Shotaro, then Chenle, and soon enough, all 9 of them are one; all hugging it out in a giant fluff ball, in the aged alleyway under the moonlight.

“I’m sorry,” Jisung states, voice softer as ever, “for calling you that. And, I know your mom is strong, she’ll get through this.”

Y/N felt warmer, and suddenly, under the moonlight, all his worries and doubts vanished. Nothing was more calming than a hug from the 8 boys he loved the most. They stayed like that for as long as Y/N needed, the moonlight’s luminescence lingering in the air.

End.

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𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 01.11.21

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 01.12.21

[antiterf]

Alright last one I swear, I want to write down shit that happened here or just wheaton in general because ho boy.

At one point there were two kids going to private school and four that were homeschooled. The public school district here is one of the best in the state but God forbid our children come across people like me that now live down the street.

A child took out a Bible and read the part where a man was not supposed to have sex with another man. This kid was below the age of 10.

There's a facebook page called wheaton moms. It's pretty much a meme at my school. It's all the drama of an upper middle class white woman and an example is when a kid made one joke about shooting up the school (which isn't appropriate at all still) before the facebook page got so involved that the principle sent emails to all the parents and a serious police investigation went on until 3 am. It was settled hours before it was time to go to school that it'd be safe and a false alarm. The school was still practically empty the next day. This says a lot about wheaton and america's gun problem tbh.

More than 50% of the deaths here are caused by heroin overdose

“God bless you sir it's a catholic thing”

My friends mom moving here from Indiana: What the fuck? What the hell? Someone at the grocery store just told me that they're normally proper wine drinkers and normally don't drink unsophisticated beer? Where the fuck did I move to?!

Also friends mom: Alright Jordan (my little sister) so you live here and at the family reunion you may see some people who bother you because they're gay … wHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT YOUR BROTHER WAS TRANSGENDER

My friend with that mom carved a pentagram on a tree for protection since he practices witchcraft. Then someone chopped down the entire tree.

The blood donation organization that came to my school denied two transgender kids from donating. Said it was because transgender people “share needles” and claimed that it was a law. I started donating blood after that out of spite.

The homecoming poster for the gsa was torn down and was conveniently in the one spot in the school without a camera so it was never found out who did it.

My drum teacher told me about this 12 year old that gets information from only fox news and tries to taunt my drum teacher. A way he did this was going “Donald Trump is going to be more Christian in his practices, is that a good thing?” because he knows my teacher is Christian but he can also see it in his body language that he does not like Trump. The kid also wore a “make America great again” shirt to school, ended up having a hispanic kid push him, before he decked the kid in the face. He claimed that it was satisfying to watch it over again on the school cameras. This is what hell looks like and no one could tell me otherwise.

An ex friend of mine unironically told me that I was going to hell and I couldn't stop laughing for at least a minute in front of him.

One time this same friend took me to Church with him and the lesson was on not having sex until you're married. Or as I like to call it, the cock lock of christ.

Once me and some friends were at the pool and a Guy held a Girl in the pool and this woman, who none of us fucking knew, went up to them and gave them a long speech about how they should “save it for marriage”

I was walking down the prairie path while talking to a friend of mine and this old man just flipped us off. He didn't say anything he just took the hand on the side facing us, lifted it up, and there's a middle finger.

There are a lot of teachers that drive all the way to my school from Chicago (for obvious shit school system reasons) and that helps those teachers be way more accepting than the kids. I don't know man I just heard that it's normally the other way around.

I had this one kid in my gym class try to avoid me as much as possible. The gym class was a boys only one (I asked the actual principle why it was separated by sex and he said he didn't know). He literally tried to talk to everyone but me and would keep out of groups with me.

The neighbors that live across the street made a farm out of their front yard for a year before deciding to move to a Christian community farm.

Me and my boyfriend went on our first date at Chick fil a because someone gave me a gift card for there and I was Not letting them get that money for free.

Speaking of him, within a week of being back at school after break, some kid made a joke out of us to his table while we were holding each other. It was literally the day before the day of silence too.

The dean never got back to me about the kid that was harassing me in class, that I had screenshot evidence of him using slurs while talking to me ahead of time, AND bringing in another kid who he was harassing because they were also transgender. I recently got another message from him that had this anti transgender YouTube video, reported that to the dean to show that this is still an issue, he said he'd get back to me the next day but he didn't. I'm not some random kid either, I lead the schools gsa and took part in an equality meeting that was recorded and shown to every staff member in the school. No, I'm not this incredibly important person, but this just kind of shows how many shits they give because imagine the treatment any regular lgbt+ person would get when reporting a harassment case.

“We can't really go as far as we did for pride month as black history month because we'll get angry calls from parents” black history month was amazing by the way it has grown in the school but it's not like they put together an assembly for it. They talked about black history over the morning announcements and had a speech after school hours, but for us doing that it'd offend people.

According to the principal at my school, one kid once beat up another one because the other one wasn't Christian enough.

At the end of work, every day, my dad's coworker would wait for him to finish so that he could argue about Trump. My dad was the only moderate leaning liberal at his job and let's just say he speaks his mind, even if it lead him to be removed from a position in computer forensics.

The laws of Illinois compared to the views here are quite frankly surreal like I live through this with a legal name and gender change.

One of the main reasons why I thought I had to learn all defenses for anti lgbt+ shit, especially t since that is a part for me that’s hard to hide, is because I live in this:

Which considering that I only had one major harassment case, after being so open about it, I’m pretty lucky. For the most part the people of Wheaton find me tolerable, and by tolerable I mean that people will say to my face that they “disagree with it” but won’t be a jackass to me for it.

Of course when they disagree with it I open my big mouth and I start a conversation of why. Normally they don’t have a reason besides “my religion doesn’t agree with it” and act shocked that I asked them. As a good ol ex lutheran *cough* light catholic *cough* I always ask if they actually found something like that in the Bible, the answer is no.

The only thing in the Bible that was ever found was dressing as the other gender, which could be applied to women wearing fucking pants, and two men having sex. Both only in one line when the ten commandments are there because the Bible had so much added shit that Jesus just went “follow these since that is Way too much.” And no, being gay does not go under adultery to the one idiot that said that, you’re not cheating on shit.

Being very religious and going on literal church retreats in the past may lead to a lot of internalized transphobia but does have some perks.

And if you’re reading this thinking that I’m over exaggerating then I am a bit. Not many people have the balls to actually argue with me and the one that did eventually started harassing me. Once I get here normally people lay off, hell, when I ask them if they ever read it in the Bible they lay off, but this kind of shit does happen here.

There’s one college in this town, and this is how wikipedia describes it

This college is one of the worst colleges for lgbt+ students to go to and once had an ex lesbian speak there.

I’ve met about 3 kids at my school have parents who work there and I’ve taken field trips there. A college, even in a large town, isn’t something to look directly over nor can it really be avoided.

If it does come to the factual stuff well, that’s when every homophobe and transphobe looks the same. That’s why I tried to get so knowledgable on lgbt+ issues and good at debate/discourse.

Normally I post anti terf stuff but I really wanted to talk about how I’m actually affected by this kind of stuff in my everyday life. It’s long but I god damn I needed to get it out and I think it’d still be appreciated here.

[voskhozhdeniye]

I think I need to expand upon this.

So I run a department in the store I work at. I've been running it since September of 2016. When I first started my help was an older gentleman who is around my father's age. The only problem I had with him was that he couldn't read. When you live in one if the last places in the country to desegregate you tend to get that a lot among people of that age.

Anyway, around New Year's last year they started cutting everyone's hours. I got cut to 32 to 40 hours a week, he got maybe 16 hours. I run the department so cutting my hours is counterproductive, but whatever. Around February my hours were bumped back to regular hours, but my help still wasn't receiving his regular hours. He began complaining that he needed more to live. Instead of giving him more they transferred him to another store. I personally wanted more help than hours and would’ve gladly given him some of mine, but I wasn’t told what was going on. This is were the shady shit starts to happen.

My help was part-time like myself. His replacement is full-time. His replacement is also the "BFF" and roommate of a member of management. She's suppose to spend her entire shift with me in my department since she replaced my help, but instead they have her working half a shift somewhere else in the store, and the last half with me. Only once in a blue moon do I get her for a full eight hours. She also calls out quite a bit, and I get no cover for her when she isn't here.

I had been working myself to death to offset the lack of help I was getting. I’m pretty sure I had a mild heartattack at work in 2016. Middle of last summer last year I had a coworker approach me and tell me to slow my ass down. That this company love niggas like me because I'll work till I die in here and then they'll just replace me. She's currently trying to retire, but the company is dragging it's feet in doing the paperwork required for her to leave. I listened to what she said, but was still trying to do as much as possible. Late summer last year our former district manager who had been hounding a merchandiser finally pushed the man to the breaking point. The guy had a heart attack and died right there in the store. Another store not ours.

That was it for me. Since then I've been doing what I can and no longer going above and beyond for the job. No more energy drinks to push myself, and shit like that. It's done wonders for my depression. The same shit that would weigh me down before doesn't mean shit now. Before I would worry about how I was going to do everything I was suppose to do. Now I'm just doing the job. It's still physically demanding, but the emotional and mental toll is disappearing.

With that said now I'm tired of the bullshit and backstabbing that goes on here. I've been learning over the last year that the trading of my help was management doing some underhand bullshit. I mean I realized this before, but coworkers who are looking out for me are helping me learn how much I'm being fucked over.

They traded away a part-timer for a full-timer. Full-time here is 48 hours a week. You went from giving someone 12 to 20 hours a week to someone who commands 48?

My old assistance had only been with the company about a year, so he wasn’t making that much money. My new assistance has at least a decade if not two with the company. She makes way more than my old help.

I can’t get rid of her because as I said above she’s the best friend and roommate of a member of management. That member of management is a pathological liar. She will do anything to make herself look good. She will lie straight to your face with a smile and the store manager believes everything she says because as long as he’s able to line his pockets with money he doesn’t care. He’s pathological liar also and gloats about it. I’ve nicknamed him Patrick Bateman because that’s honestly who he reminds me of. I also call him god on earth.

My help called out last night. She keeps saying she’s sick, and she is, but she’s lying about what’s wrong with her. She has back problems, but is calling out saying it’s the flu or some shit. Management is lying to me going along with her lie. Unfortunately for them the pharmacist where she gets her prescriptions filled is related to a coworker of ours. So I know they’re lying!   

I also know that my department is allocated 100 hours per week in the budget. I’m working 48 hours and my help works 48 hours. But she only spends 3 1/2 hours per night in the section. The other 4 are spent elsewhere in the store. They’re using the hours in my section in other departments, but charging me for them.

When I’m not there shit plain doesn’t get done, and when I am there I get no fucking help. Sales have been going up since Thanksgiving and I’m getting less and less help. I can no longer keep up with the demand by myself.

The only semi-good thing about the job is that we’re union. Tomorrow I’m going to call my union rep and see how hard it would be for me to muscle my way out of the position. I honestly didn’t want it in the first place.

Management is slime and I already know there will be resistance to this because they don’t like being dictated to. No matter how small the affair. I don’t just want out of the position. Since you won’t make me full-time give me part-time hours, I want my free time back and I want the opportunity to possibly try to take some classes to help me get a real fucking job. Back in 2013 I randomly went to a Fuck Buttons show one night because I could. I’m tired of my life being shaped by this job. I might actually be able to find another one if I didn’t work 6 days a week.

It would mean less money for me, but at this point I don’t give a shit.

There’s more slimy ass shit going on, but it doesn’t even directly involve me so I won’t even go into it. Petty ass motherfuckers.

I work with some slimy ass people…