#even the dermatologist does this for me

[itsays]

that post going around about not getting profesional diagnoses is crazy. but what are they talking about? just adhd or? because you need a professional diganosis for treatment so why wouldnt you?

[alienaiver]

my friend doesnt have tumblr so i can show it without spoiling her :3 but im making one of my bff's a 30th birthday present!!! she loves books and has a bookstagram, shes the one whos always helped me come back to reading whenever my adhd puts me in a slump and is my BIGGEST irl supporter for my writing!

ive never done fore edge painting before, but im having little my from moomin confidence that itll turn out great. this has become one of my favorite books, and with her library of 350+ books, its a miracle she doesnt own this one (and my chance to make a recommendation to her for once!)

the paint will be more correctly matched to the book (hopefully lol) when i paint it, these r just pencils i owned to illustrate/plan my sketch

[agayconcept]

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[laisai]

yeah like i use chinese medicine for colds and milder illnesses, or sometimes things that aren't "illnesses" that can be defined exactly but can be somewhat mitigated with chinese medicine. acupuncture can probably help with certain issues too, like perhaps my chronic back pain, but it's not gonna like. suddenly fix my eczema.

i am not going to use chinese medicine to cure covid, cancer, or like. infertility or other wacky shit. western science has that sort of thing figured out/is better at figuring that stuff out. but chinese medicine has its uses in filling in the gaps until then.

I'm all for natural remedies and traditional medicine, but I think when your "natural remedy" is based on the idea that water can become medicinal by being in the presence of a teeny itty bit amount of something, then it's probably bullshit and you're getting scammed. Go buy some ibuprofen or see a doctor.

[gojoacedia]

Katsuki is the type of boyfriend to be physically unable to find you unattractive. When you wake up next to him in the morning with your pimple patches and bonnet on he thinks you look like a goddess. When you open your eyes for the first time he’s already looking at you with those lovestruck eyes. He’ll even wipe the eye crusts from your tear ducts or the dead skin that accumulated around your mouth at night with the most adoring face imaginable.

You honestly get it though. You’ll put a pore strip on his nose and peel out all of his blackheads with a look of complete satisfaction. God forbid he has a pimple on his face or better yet his back/shoulders because you are on that shit. You turn into a whole dermatologist. Nitroglycerin sweat does wonders for his skin but he pretty much negates all of them by creating explosions with his quirk. You know how his body works better than any doctor could.

If you went up to Katsuki saying your tampon was stuck he would throw you on the bed and spread your legs like he was delivering a fucking baby. You already know he has sex with you on your period. He could not give any less of a fuck. If anything, he likes the extra lubrication. He’ll clean you up and get hard all over again being close to your messy pussy now leaking his cum. Then after another round, he would carry you to the bathroom to make sure you pee so you don’t get a UTI. He’ll just sit on the bathroom floor watching you get more and more amazed at how much cum leaked from your vagina. Even though Katsuki’s attachment issues make it so you can barely even shit without him in the room, you still get pee-shy every time.

“Stop looking at me! Every time you do my coochie clenches because you’re so hot and the pee won’t come out! Why are you laughing this is serious Katsuki! Do you want me to get a UTI?!”

[mangooes]

Skincares and A Touch

Sylus Qin was a man feared by many.

A powerful criminal mafia lord boss, draped in wealth and authority, known for his ruthless efficiency and cold demeanor toward those who wronged him. He was a man who could make everything crumble with a mere flick of his fingers.

And yet—

Here he was.

Standing in the middle of a skincare aisle.

A very pink, very fragrant skincare aisle.

Dressed in his usual all-black attire—leather jacket, gloves tucked into his hand, a long black pants, a watch worth more than the store itself—he stuck out like a sore thumb among the pastel shelves of moisturizers, serums, and face masks.

The sales assistant, a young woman barely holding back a squeak, hesitantly approached him, trembling.

"Uh… sir? Can I help you find something?"

Sylus didn’t even hesitate. "My wife uses this brand," he said, pointing at a neatly arranged set of glass bottles. "Which ones are new?"

The saleswoman blinked. "Um… does your wife have a specific preference?"

Sylus didn’t miss a beat. "She likes the datura-scented overnight mask but only uses it twice a week. The rose tea essence serum is a must, but she doesn’t like the lavender one because it’s too strong. She prefers gel moisturizers over cream-based ones, and if you’re out of the honey lip balm, I need a similar alternative—preferably with natural ingredients."

A beat of silence.

The saleswoman just stared.

The other customers in the store also stared, wondering who on philos would marry such a scary looking man?

Sylus arched a brow. "Well?"

"…Sir, are you a dermatologist?"

"No," he said flatly, picking up a pack of under-eye masks. "I’m just a very devoted husband."

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By the time Sylus got home, the smell of lemon tarts and fresh baked scallops greeted him—his sweet wife, (Name), lazily strolling through the kitchen in one of his oversized shirts, flipping through her sizzling pan.

She glanced up as Sylus walked in, helmet in hand, a small bag of purchases in the other.

Her brows lifted. "Ah welcome home Sysy!...What’s that?"

Sylus smirked, tossing the bag onto the kitchen counter. "Your favorites." As he leaned against it admiring his wife from the distance.

She perked up, leaving the now half baked scallops on the pan, peeking inside—only to find her exact preferred brands, neatly arranged in the bag. Her very specific products, some of which were even hard to find.

She looked up at him, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Sylus… did you just go out and buy me skincare?"

"I do it all the time," he said casually, shrugging off his jacket, hanging it before walking towards her "I like to keep my wife looking radiant."

She gawked at him, then turned back towards the now baked scallops on the pan. "I never even told you what I use."

Sylus smirked. "Sweetie, I memorized the way you sigh when something smells too strong. You think I wouldn’t memorize your skincare routine?"

He strides closer, both hands wrapped around her imidietly, as he snuggled inhaling the sweet scent of his wife and his favourite dish.

"Mhmm, i smell baked scallops...how romantic of you, kitten."

"Flattery won't get you anywhere husband, this is your favourite after all, do you think i would forget?"

Sylus lets out an amused laughed, he leans in to capture a kiss on the lips, as a reward.

She giggles in respond, enjoying the affection that is centered towards her, then she blinked. "Remembering my skin care details...that's, oddly romantic don't you think?"

"I’m an attentive husband sweetie, you wound me."

She huffed a laugh, shaking her head, her hand leaving the pan handle for a moment to hold her husband's much more larger hand, intertwining it.

"Alright, alright, My sweet Attentive Husband. Since you memorize my skincare so much, let’s put it to good use later."

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And that was how Sylus Qin, feared criminal mafia lord boss, ruler of an Onychinus, a man who had taken lives without blinking—

Found himself lying on their shared bed, a white facemask plastered onto his eye skin.

She giggled beside him, applying serum to his face with gentle strokes. "You have really good skin for someone who never does this," she mused. "I swear, it’s unfair."

Sylus, eyes closed, let out a pleased hum. "It’s because my wife keeps touching me all the time. I absorb your glow."

She snorted. "That’s not how skincare works, Sysy."

"It is if I say it is."

She laughed, trailing her fingers over his cheek, smoothing the mask in place. He looked so content, his usual sharp, dangerous demeanour completely replaced with lazy, pampered bliss.

(Name) grinned, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "You, my love, are the most ridiculous husband in existence."

Sylus smirked, cracking open one crimson eye. "And yet, you’re the one putting skincare on me."

"Because I love you."

His smirk softened, fingers reaching to lazily trail over her wrist. "And that, sweetie, is exactly why I let you touch me so freely."

In every world and every life, no one else could reach him—no one but his beloved, the only one who could touch him, tease him, challenge him, and claim his heart in every lifetime.

ANOTHERR MAGNUM OPUS INSPIRED CHAPTERRR i love magnum opus so sos os ososo much guys help its concerning, i'll publish the inlaws fic tmrw because i need to revise sum *sigh

[undiagnosedcruelty]

" Bruises? Mate they’re Badass."

Pairing: skz x 9thmember!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Summary: When hurtful comments about your bruises shake your confidence, the Stray Kids members come together to remind you what your marks are worth.

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Content Warning: mentions of hate comments, insecurity, mentions of bruises and sensitive skin, comfort, reassurance

Word Count: 1k

A/N: to the person who requested this, I'm really sorry you had to experience scrutiny for having visible bruises─which is yes, a normal condition to have sensitive skin. The fact they felt the need to comment on it is on them, not you. Thank you for sending in this request, I hope this brings some form of comfort❤

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The dorm was unusually quiet that evening. The usual hum of laughter, music, and playful banter had faded into a background noise you couldn’t focus on. Instead, you sat curled up on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through comments that you shouldn’t have cared about.

You weren’t new to hate comments. As the only female member of Stray Kids, scrutiny was inevitable.

You had dealt with everything—from people questioning your talent to criticizing your appearance. Most of the time, you could brush it off. But today? Today, it stung.

A picture of you from the airport had gone viral. Not because of your outfit, not because of anything you did—but because of your legs. More specifically, the small bruises dotting your skin.

"She looks so unhealthy, does she even take care of herself?"

"What’s wrong with her legs? It looks disgusting."

"Idols should look flawless. She looks like she got into a fight."

You had never been insecure about it before. Your skin was sensitive—your dermatologist had told you as much. The slightest bump against a chair, a misstep in choreography, or even just leaning too hard against something could leave faint purple marks.

Your grip on your phone tightened.

The members knew this—they often joked about how you could probably get a bruise just by looking at a table wrong. It was normal to you. You had always thought so, at least.

But now, with the weight of strangers’ words pressing down on you, you suddenly felt hyperaware of every mark, every imperfection.

A sigh escaped your lips as you pulled your legs up onto the couch, resting your chin on your knees. Maybe you should start wearing longer pants or stockings to cover them up. Maybe—

"Y/N?"

You looked up, startled. Chan stood over you, arms crossed, concern etched into his face. He must have just come out of his room—his hoodie was slightly wrinkled like he’d been lying down.

"You okay?" he asked, lowering himself onto the couch beside you.

You hesitated before nodding. "Yeah, just… thinking."

Chan didn’t buy it. His gaze flickered to your phone, then back to your face. "You saw the comments, didn’t you?" His voice was gentle, but there was an unmistakable edge of frustration in it.

You sighed, placing your phone face down on the cushion beside you. "I didn’t think it would bother me, but… I don’t know. I never thought my legs looked bad, but now I feel like I shouldn’t wear shorts or dresses anymore."

That was all it took for Chan to call the others. Within minutes, the rest of Stray Kids had gathered in the living room, their faces shifting between confusion and concern.

"What happened?" Hyunjin asked, dropping onto the floor in front of you, resting his chin on his hands.

"Is it the antis again?" Han added, climbing onto the armrest of the couch beside you.

Seungmin, standing near the kitchen, let out a scoff as soon as he caught sight of your phone screen. "People are unbelievable."

"What now?" Changbin frowned, peering over Seungmin’s shoulder. His expression darkened. "Are you serious? They’re talking about her legs?"

Felix, who had been sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaned forward. "What did they even say?"

You hesitated before mumbling, hugging your legs to your chest "That my bruises are ugly."

For a moment, silence. Then—

"Are they blind?" Jeongin blurted out, eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "What’s wrong with them?"

"Exactly!" Felix said, throwing his hands up. "Bruises don’t make you ugly! If anything, mate they make you look kind of badass." He added, his Australian accent showing.

"They do!" Hyunjin nodded enthusiastically. "They show that you’re active, that you’re out there living instead of worrying about every little mark on your skin."

Minho, who had been quiet up until now, suddenly reached out and grabbed your knee, making you jump slightly. "Okay, show me which one of these bruises is ugly," he said, voice serious.

You blinked at him. "Huh?"

"Which one?" he repeated, tilting his head. "Pick one and tell me why it’s ugly."

You glanced down at your legs. There were a few small ones on your shin, a faint one near your knee, but… none of them looked particularly different from the others. "I— I don’t know," you admitted.

"Exactly," Minho said simply, letting go of your knee. "They’re just bruises. They come and go. Your legs are fine."

Changbin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "And even if they did stay, so what? Do they stop you from dancing? From being talented? From being you?"

Slowly, as their words processed through, you shook your head.

"Exactly," he repeated, ruffling your hair with a small, fond smile. "So don’t let a bunch of random people on the internet make you feel bad about something normal."

Jeongin suddenly gasped dramatically. "Wait! does this mean you won’t wear your pretty summer dresses anymore?"

Your lips pressed into a thin line. "I don’t know…"

"But you love wearing them!" Felix pouted, reaching out to grab your hands. "And you look so nice in them!"

"Don’t let dumb people take that away from you," Hyunjin said firmly. "Wear what you want. And if anyone stares at your legs, I’ll just glare at them until they trip over their own feet."

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at that. Warmth spread through your chest, the heavy weight of hate comments in your mind slowly lifting.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. "Okay. I’ll try not to let it get to me."

"Good." Chan smiled, patting your back. "And if you ever feel self-conscious again, just remember—"

"—that we love you and your bruised-up legs," Han finished with a cheeky grin.

"not exactly how I would’ve worded it, but yes. We love you even if you have sensitive legs," Chan chuckled.

You looked around at the eight people who had become your second family—their eyes filled with nothing but warmth and reassurance. The bruises on your legs didn’t define you. But if they were a part of you, then they were a part of someone the boys loved and cared for.

And that was more than enough for you.

[kitkatscabinet]

The definitive and CORRECT hygiene and skin care headcanons for the 141, courtesy of me and @perfinn

JOHN PRICE

2 in 1 Shampoo and a bar of soap for his body, uses the soap on his face too 💔. It’s a miracle that his skin is as good as it is.

Looks after his beard more than his skin has somewhat of a routine and it’s so soft, more so than any of the other hair on his body.

Though when he moves in with his partner he’ll use their products, starts to moisturise with the nice smelling creams. At first because you’re so aghast with him but comes to enjoy it on his own.

Constantly smells like cigar smoke either way until you gift him with some nice deodorant and cologne that helps to cover the scent.

KYLE GARRICK

The ONLY one with some sort of skin care routine but it’s still fairly simple.

Has a face wash that he uses in the shower and then moisturises when he gets out. Has separate shampoos, conditioners and body washes that always make him smell like a mosh mash of scents that don’t necessarily match.

Buys whatever is on sale, has no brand loyalty.

Has a loofah/face towel

Gets more into skincare if his partner has a routine. Will do little spa days and such with you. He already had perfect skin somehow but now he literally glows.

SIMON RILEY

Atrocious. 3 in 1 everywhere. Hair and skin and just scrubs with his hands and the water.

It’s not that he’s unclean or has poor hygiene, he does actually wash himself very well but just doesn’t use the products he should.

It’s a vicious cycle as he argues the mask hides his face and therefore acne, but it’s made even worse by his routine and the mask perpetually irritating his skin.

It takes a partner getting him to a dermatologist and spoiling him with all sorts of lotions and moisturizers for him to start looking after himself.

Starts to look forward to when you shower together because you’ll lather his hair in shampoo and gently cleanse his face in nice-smelling products that soothe his skin.

JOHN MACTAVISH

Absolute fucking menace. 18 in 1 and scrubs like a madman until his skin is raw

wants to be in and out as quickly as possible. he does clean himself well enough it's just that he's so perpetually sweaty and sprays himself in deodorant that he smells like a teenage boy.

comes home from deployment and is so horny and desperate to fuck but he just smells so bad :((

you have to take him to a rubber tub out back and spray him down like a dog using all your nice-smelling products. You also have to let him mouth at your chest to pacify him as you scrub his scalp.

[scientia-rex]

Saw a patient today who had been through a series of medical visits that epitomizes what I hate about multiple different kinds of care providers. Their VA dermatologist took a scoop out of them to remove a basal cell cancer. Fine. I’m not a dermatologist, maybe it needed those wide margins. (If it didn’t, going that deep should mean it was an excisional biopsy and they put in sutures to close it.) They gave the patient and his wife confusing instructions about wound care. They didn’t provide guidance around keeping it covered or moist. It got infected. His wife took him to Urgent Care. The UC doc took a swab of the wound and started antibiotics. They came to see me for a visit we scheduled ages ago for something else.

Here’s the thing. Wounds need to be kept at what I call the Goldilocks moisture level: not too dry and not too wet. If it’s pruny/white/mushy like it’s been in a bathtub, it’s too wet. If it’s cracking, it’s too dry. This is why you can’t say “cover it for X days and then leave it out.” That would be like telling someone with heart failure and lower extremity edema “take the diuretic for a week and then stop” without any instructions around dry weight, dizziness, etc. It’s more complicated than that.

This wound was too dry. No one had talked to them about keeping it moist. No one had even mentioned Vaseline.

No, they got a wound swab. Want to guess how good a wound swab is for an open wound exposed to the world? Pretty terrible. You can improve it a little bit by making sure you’ve removed some kind of layer and then expressing fluid directly from the wound with the swab, but it’s still bad. The only time I give a shit about what grows from a wound swab is when it was a) collected in the OR (as when the podiatrist gets a sample of osteomyelitic bone in a sterile environment) or b) when it grows pseudomonas. Everything else? I can figure out by looking at it. If it’s skin it’s probably either staph or strep. If it’s staph, it’s either MRSA or MSSA. If it’s MRSA, it’s making a lot of pus, it’s red, it’s hot, it’s painful. This wasn’t. So it was either MSSA or strep. So what are we going to do for systemic antibiotics? Probably the same thing we would have done anyway—Keflex.

And what’s the utility of systemic antibiotics in a skin wound? Not a lot, most of the time. This wasn’t cellulitis proper. It wasn’t red or hot or angry enough. A red border around the wound does not a systemic infection make. And if you don’t care properly for the wound itself, there’s no point in antibiotics, because it still can’t heal. Antibiotics can get where blood goes. Blood does not go into the slough that is the bacterial biofilm covering a wound.

So I sat there with gauze and saline and gently debrided the 100% slough off the wound. It’s yucky and it takes time and attention. It doesn’t get compensated. That’s why no one else had done it yet. The derm had blown it off as “it’s healing, it’s fine.” It wasn’t healing. It was developing rolled edges, where the wound edges couldn’t heal across the slough and so they started to curl back under themselves. If taking off the slough (and keeping it gone by MAINTAINING PROPER CONDITIONS) doesn’t let it heal, I’ll need to get him back in and rough up the edges with a Buck’s curette until it can heal.

Multiple professionals who should have known better tried to make my patient just go away, rather than heal him.

I’m pissed. I’m tired. I think I have a cold. I shouldn’t be doing the work the dermatologist or the UC provider should have done. And because of everything they’d told her, his wife was pissed at me for doing what was correct. “We’ve heard a lot of different things!” Yes, and I’m right. You’ll find out when the wound actually starts healing when we care for it properly.

The value of a model is in what it can predict. Wounds are great about making it clear when your model sucks.

[storkmuffin]

Unwarranted Thoughts about Mingi (1/n?)

I do not yet have an Ateez bias. I'm just going through each of them like I'm picking a different chocolate piece out of the box, and it's just Mingi's turn in my mouth now, is all. If he's your favorite darling about whom only your thoughts are correct I am going to say up front that you are absolutely right, perfect, and impeccable. I fully agree in advance that I have no idea what I'm talking about whatsoever, and you should stop reading right now.

Why is This Guy an Idol and How Does It Work

There are very specific appearance related fetishes that Koreans have. It's all relative and very painful, actually, because the standards are so strict, but I will say that Mingi does meet all of the criteria, at once.

Tall > Short, Long legged > Long Waisted, Pale > Dark, Angular > Round faced, Small Head > Bubble Head, Narrow > Wide.

A mutual asked how the talent company could've known to launch Mingi as opposed to other candidates (where talent isn't enough or, sad to say, necessary to launch a successful show business career), like, did they know that he was going to be able to carry out a sexy persona when he was a lanky teen?

I would say yes. From what I know of the Korean entertainment industry, they can look at a relatively small child, prepubescent, and accurately predict what that child will be capable of doing in show business ten or fiteen years down the line. It's a weird capacity they've perfected. There's also a system in place - physical trainers, dieticians, plastic surgeons, dermatologists, stylists, make up artists - that only require the basics (be a pale, small headed, angular featured, long legged, slender person) to be able to churn out a standard Idol.

It's actually still physically very rare for someone to have all these traits in one body AND also grow up to be a tall man AND with a bass voice who is ALSO capable of enduring the very intense training to be an Idol. (To be fair, the training to be anything at all in Korea is superfucking intense - scholar, scientist, accountant, lawyer, dentist, nurse, pharmacist, civil servant, run of the mill office employee of Samsung, Hyundai, SK Hynix, LG, etc etc). On top of very much wanting to do this work, for himself, then, Mingi would've been constantly told to keep at it and not give up, even as he spent long days being also told that he was doing it wrong. (This my personal impression of life in the arts - the better you get, the more talented and 'advanced' you are, the more time you spend being told that you're doing it wrong LOL).

The problem Mingi has as an Idol is the non-standard personality he keeps displaying. A lot of my mutuals clock him as being autistic-spectrum. What stands out to me is his unwillingness or inability to be pleasant even on camera. The first time I encountered Mingi as a person of note in this group was during one of the reality content for the Ice On My Teeth music video. The staff had all of them 'break' ice balls that had little challenges and messages frozen within, in order to 'win' dental care related products.

Mingi was visibly not having a good day, nor a good time.

The caption in the first thing says, "He's just melting some ice but Mingi is a little bit scary today" and the second caption says, "He's making a noir film by himself." FOR NO REASON is implied. They even tell him, in camera, that he's being scary.

"No but you're actually being really, uh, sc- sc- scary."

Koreans generally don't say things directly in a command format - which in this case would be "STOP BEING SO SCARY" (그렇게 무섭게 하지 마세요!) - unless they're much more powerful than you and can speak to you in this way (very rare occurrence) OR they're willing to back up the attitude with actual physical violence. So for KQ Staff, the emphasis by the (faked?) stuttering is meant to convey, STOP THAT RIGHT NOW. But he didn't. He stayed pissed the whole time.

Sidebar to say: I really hate the way the word 'film noir' which is a very specific term of art for a specific genre of film and 'noir film' - the Konglish neologism which means something quite different - are interchangeably used in Korean colloquialism.

Reaction from the Korean internet was pretty harsh, actually. They fault him for having a bad attitude, in comparison to the other members. He's rude, they say, and disappointing. (He also refused to take the admittedly silly dental care gift they gave him as a 'prize.')

The commenter @다다다다오오올 (top right) says something that is pretty typical of the demands made on Kpop Idols: "아무리 힘들고 피곤해도 카메라 앞에선 티내지 않는게 아이돌의 숙명 아니겠나요" No matter how tired or a hard time you're having, if you're going to be an Idol, it's your obligation to not seem that way on camera.

Mingi is very bad at fulfilling this requirement, and because I initially found him shouty in a subgenre of K pop music that was already very loud and noisy (and yet, compelling!), I wrote Mingi off, and it didn't feel like a loss. I already had Wooyoung who is emobodies Eager To Please at all times, as well as San and Seonghwa who don't know how not to be pleasant and spoke in my home dialect. I was good.

Then I got to the health check up Wanteez and we had the (in)famous "난 나오면 그냥 깬다니까" moment of Mingi coming out of anesthesia and being so extremely proud of himself, even as Wooyoung gets increasingly annoyed with him.

Mingi asks the nurse, Do you find me annoying? And Wooyoung, leaving, says 어 짜증나 너 - yah you're annoying. Look at Mingi! He really did get 'stabbed' by Wooyoung's words. They really do take over his whole world.

I DID NOT REALIZE until I got to the end of this entire video that this kid, who gets so, so crushed that his cranky ass teammate calls him annoying, was the same person who was clearly contemplating shoving the ice ball he was told to make fun content with up someone's nostril.

His reaction, which is just to be crushed, as Yunho (who came to check on him) folds in half laughing (Mingi makes Yunho fold in half a lot by the way) at the situation, is so different from how all the others would react. If the roles were reversed, with Mingi calling Wooyoung "annoying," Wooyoung would probably just leap on Mingi and bite through his shoulder. San would say something. Seonghwa would smack. I don't even want to see Jongho's reaction. And so on.

Mingi has no filter, and I guess like many things in life, this is simultaneously his great weakness and his great talent. He's just so responsive. This is the answer then, for me. Mingi is an Idol because he has the unusual combiation of physicla traits and a unique sounding voice but above all is extremely expressive.

When something is funny, it's SO funny to him he hurts his hand smacking the table. He almost dislocates his jaw. He also has what I consider (as a desk bound person) a dancer reaction of expressing the amusement he feels with his whole body. He gets up out of his seat, involves his whole body in it. (Yunho, who is much more in his head even though he's a dancer, tries to understand and puzzle out a situation even as he reacts with laughter).

Mingi goes all out. That seems to be his artistic self. He doesn't have layers of self protective filter and cover between his artistic expression and the outermost layer of his skin.

Because of his big, generous, unfiltered expressiveness, if you don't go with the visuals and just listen to the Ateez songs, actually, it becomes increasingly clear that the most important singer in the whole group is Mingi.

Yeah I said it.

Mingi is musically the most important singer in Ateez.

It's not only because he has the most distinctive voice in Ateez.

Yeah I said it x2.

Mingi has the most distinctive voice of everyone in Ateez.

Ateez's songs are often excessively dramatic, and most of it sounds like Christian rock to me, with the overt Christianity subsumed under the extremely complicated, dystopic savior-fantasy lore they have going on as a narrative device. Mingi coming on like St. Jerome, like Elijah yelling out in the desert, is essential for Ateez to pull this off. He's the least reliant on the different noise sound effects (the kettle coming to a boil, the space ship engines, the train bell ringing past) that the production liberally deploys.

Take for example, Man On Fire. The one who carries the song is Mingi. Unless you're very very familiar with their individual voices, Yeosang sounds very similar to Seonghwa, and WooSan sound like one man, and Yunho, with his great facility for being husky and tenor interchangeably, just blends in with the rest. Jongho has a strong voice but it's not terribly expressive or flexible in the way he's asked to use it in these group songs. It's Mingi who sounds actually desperate, who actually sounds like he might set things (or himself, or uh, you) on fire, who knows what that feels like.

Both Hwa and San acknowledge that he owns the song.

The combination of his untrammeled personality and the hugeness of his voice makes Mingi a very unusual asset for Ateez. It doesn't hurt that he's striking looking with a model's height and build, and that he wants to be a star badly enough to avoid pasta so long he starts crying about it on camera, of course. But his specialness comes from his expressive capacity, and his capacity to be excessive, which is so difficult for any Korean to do. Mingi can scream and cry, despair and beg and rage, and not be ironically distanced from any of these feelings.

This is why he's an Idol, I think.

And apparently, in person, in performance, Mingi has something, that makes him undeniable to even those whose ults are someone else. Below is a youtuber whose ult is Yeosang, but after seeing the End of Year 2024 Ice on My Teeth performance live, she spends the majority of her review talking about Mingi. How he's really dangerous and She can't stop thinking about him even though he was too much and annoying and anyway Yeosang is her favorite, he really is, but all she can say about Yeosang is that he was very kind to fans, was very beautiful and cute, and ... nothing else. She couldn't even remember what he wore exactly, but she could remember each and every too much and annoying comment that Mingi made on stage.

By the way, if you speak any amount of Korean, I really recommend the 자매다만세 youtube channel that specializes in Ateez lore. They're charming and funny as fuck but also have the longest and most thorough Ateez lore video ever, which was apparently personally vetted and endorsed by Yeosang.

[flippinpancakes64]

can you write cullens x reader who is insecure about their acne? 😽

The Cullens with a reader who is insecure about their acne

Again with you people being inside my walls. I’m convinced someone has a camera in here.

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He thinks you’re perfect either way

He loves you, acne or not

He’s rich so if you want to do like a chemical peel or something else that’s expensive but will help with the acne he will do it no questions asked

And yes you can use his cold hands if your face starts to burn up from it

He hears what people think, but he doesn’t tell you

And if anyone tries to say something to you they are getting decked

Alice:

This is her department

She’s all about fashion and makeup, i feel like she knows about skincare too

She does everything she can to help you

Creams, treatments, washes

But she’s also very clear that she loves you no matter what

She’s helping you because you want the help

She also doesn’t lead you on with false hope

“I just saw that this cream doesn’t actually help you much in the future, so let’s try something else”

Jasper:

Genuinely doesn’t notice

He just sees you, feels your beautiful emotions, and loves you

But he definitely understands the most out of everyone

He has all of his scars that he hates but he can’t control

On really bad days, he uses his ability to help you feel better

But again he’s super supportive in anything that you try to help get rid of your acne

He reads up a bit on what’s supposed to help the most and he tries to do that

But more than anything he’s very understanding

Rosalie:

She is perfect, so you’re a little hesitant to bring up your insecurities around her

But she’s so nice

She keeps up with beauty trends and products throughout the years, so she has some stuff for you to try

She will do anything with you

You feel weird about using this new product? She’ll get in the bathroom with you and put it on too

And don’t even get me started on people at school

I’ve already established she will kill someone for being mean to you

That still applies here

Emmett:

He feels a lil crazy

He genuinely didn’t even notice that you had acne

Bro thought it was freckles or moles or smthn

So when you start complaining about it saying you hate it he’s like “no you’re perfect i love your birthmarks”

Cue the deadpan from you

He just steps back from that side of things

He lets you handle that cause he doesn’t know what he’s talking about lol

But he will beat a bitch up for you so you have that going at least

Esme:

She knows the struggle

I feel like she probably had pretty bad acne for a while when she was a teenager

She tells you all of the things that used to help her

She’s there for you every step of the way

Constantly reassuring you that she still finds you attractive no matter what

And yes she will fund any treatment you want to try

She just loves you and wants you to be happy

Carlisle:

Just looked it up, he is a surgeon (meow 😼 yummy)

So dermatology is not his strong suit

But working in a small town he has to know a little about everything

So he can help you on the surface level (telling you to wash your face, what foods to avoid, etc)

But he’s much quicker to schedule you an appointment with an actual dermatologist

But again, this only happens if you expressly state that you hate your acne and want it fixed

You don’t have to change anything for him

Vampire! Bella:

Some kids used to call her pizza face in middle school

So she knows the feeling

Nothing ever worked for her tho so she doesn’t really know how to help

It just sort of evened out as she got older

But she’s supportive with whatever you want to do

Or don’t want to do

If you never try anything to get rid of your acne then she’s okay

She loves you for you and you don’t need to change anything for her

[weewookinard]

i think the bucktommy fandom is sleeping on the idea of body lotion. hear me out! buck especially is having to deal with very high temperatures on his job on a regular basis, aside from the regular hot af carlifornian sun, plus he has a very physical job that needs him to wear specific work clothes for a long time, using heavy machinery and all that. i think this alone warrants a solid skincare routine after every shower because dry, cracked skin is no joke. and that can be tacky and take a good few minutes to soak in properly, meaning that buck walks around butt naked in tommy's house after his shower, glistening from the lotion, body still a little damp from the humidity, until he is dry enough to put on clothes. uwu

Anon I love you!!!

Evan has always taken care of himself and of his body. He knows what product goes where, how to prevent any skin issue and even if his friends make fun of him for it sometimes they have to admit that he has a great skin. He is also demanding on the products he uses to do his laundry and does not let anyone do it for him. He has a sunscreen tube on his car for emergencies and knows every dermatologist in his neighborhood.

Tommy on the other end has had trouble with taking care of himself for years. His father and his co-workers always told him it was a girl thing, so he skipped almost everything but clean his face once in a while. It bugged him though and when he finally felt comfortable in his life he tried to be better at skincare. He stopped using all in one body wash and asked for advices, which made his friends laugh, but not a cruel laugh.

When they finally meet, Tommy is in awe of how Evan seems at ease and confident with his body. He watches him putting creams and lotions and one day he asks his boyfriend if he can try. Evan is more than happy to oblige and they spend the rest of the evening massaging each other and learning how to do a perfect manicure. When they finally go to bed, it is with a smooth and pretty skin and smelling like peaches

[rewritingcanon]

victoire weasley headcannons NOW pleaseee

YAS THE ONLY GIRL EVER!!!!

looks almost the exact same as her mum and has her mum’s personality (with a little bit of bill fused into her)

she has the oldest daughter mentality where she always needs to be StressedTM over something. even when she has nothing going on in life she will create an issue to be worried over. when she was younger this was hard for her to emotionally handle but she has gotten better at pretending she is sane over the years

this also led her to do med school. idk healer vic is something so personal for me. idk what exactly she’d be doing but i know it would be in the big buck areas. a dermatologist or a optometrist or a surgeon or something. she’s smart as hell.

very particular about presenting a good image for her family. she was the oldest weasley in the new generation and so she knew she had to present herself in a certain way, and she never thought she minded until she was suddenly 18 and having an identity crisis

furthermore, the rita skeeter incident with her and teddy nearly killed her. shes been through some traumatic shit but that was crossing the line

gets into so many fights with dominique because both of them are polar opposites and are jealous of each other for completely different reasons. dominique wishes she can fit into the mould like victoire so easily does, victoire wishes she could be as free and uncaring as dominique is. both don’t understand each other

HOWEVER victoire and dominique are the ultimate soulmates. it doesn’t matter how much they fight, they’re very close. dominique rants to her and sends her memes victoire can’t understand and victoire will still pay for dom’s meals when theyre out bcuz it doesn’t matter how old dominique is, she is still her little sister. and victoire retains every last piece of dom’s friendship group drama, and stalks them all on social media silently judging the shit out of them

no seriously victoire and dominique are The Siblings like the most important relationship in each others lives i could write essays on my hcs for their dynamic. ask me about headcanons for them specifically and i will go into LOTS of detail

anyways. victoire loves journalling in sparkly ink from wizard smiggle. is the type to write “heart diseases” in glittery pink aesthetic cursive.

she absolutely rocked the 2010s. probably had a minecraft streaming channel with teddy.

i have also made a huge amount of tedoire headcanons here so i will keep this post relatively free of them hehe

every song MARINA ever sings is about victoire tbh

she’s a ravenclaw to me, which made her a little insecure because everyone sort of assumed weasley = gryffindor, so she had to change her brand a little bit and establish herself as a delacour so people would lay off her. it helps that shes as insanely pretty as her mother

sucks ass at quidditch but no one will ever know because she graciously avoided flying at all costs (she can do enough to pass the compulsory flying classes but that is IT)

loves legally blond the movie

cosplays as annabeth chase for every fucking halloween party because she literally only has one costume and refuses to buy more

bisexual but she didnt know until she started dating teddy and liked them just as much when they would metamorph into a girl. then she started connecting all the dots… that one traumatising breakup with that friend who ditched her for their bf…. how all her fav songs are wlw songs… why she likes gina gershon from bound so much…

dressed like gwen stacy in the amazing spiderman movies. long socks. polished black high heels with straps. brown woollen vests and cream coloured shirts with frills. pink lip gloss. ALWAYS in headband season. very fem academia.

very outwardly polite and nice to other people but always retains a sense of distance. she wants to be close to people but she doesn’t know how to build those connections— she’s very scared of being hurt or betrayed so she sticks with people she’s already known before her walls went up.

used to be a little dictator when her, dom, and louis played games around shell cottage. she would make all the rules and be very strict about following it all. dom and louis were useless at games without her, because they couldnt make rules where there were stakes and it wasn’t fun without them. yknow, older sibling shenanigans.

pretended to be supportive but cried for three hours silently in her dorm when both dom and louis and ALL OF HER COUSINS were sorted into NOT ravenclaw

always mained princess peach in mario bros games and would get genuinely pissed when someone took her instead

reads booktok books… sorry… shes a STEM girlie…

secretly has a big appetite towards meat.. definitely not inherited from her dad… definitely not haha (she went vegetarian for nine months to try and stop herself and it literally almost killed her she was hangry all the time)

can speak french fluently and better than her siblings can

has like five beauxbatons penpals excluding the maternal cousins

this isn’t even all of them but i will leave her here for now. i LOVE VICTOIRE so so so much dawg..

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

okay. here's a thing that confuses me about healthcare differences. sometimes i see people say things like "ask your gynecologist" or "ask your dermatologist" or whatever about specific problems. and this suggests that some people specifically have a gynecologist or a dermatologist or some other specialist that they see regularly, or at least were previously seeing before whatever this issue was arose, even if they did not have previous problems in this area

and that is strange to me. i do not know anyone who regularly sees specialists who does not already have a known chronic condition that requires them to see that specialist and even then they're usually struggling to get regular appts. i would understand more if it was like "ask your GP to refer you to a dermatologist" or even "ask A dermatologist" in general. but your dermatologist? i don't have a dermatologist. i don't have a gynecologist either. i get my smear tests with a nurse at the GP surgery like everyone else i know and have so far not had cause to do anything else in that regard so maybe it just hasn't come up but i am not sure most people i know have a gynecologist specifically

so. this perplexes me. it is clearly a cultural difference. but it is usually americans who say it and i do not, generally, get the impression that multiple forms of specialist healthcare are something one can really have on demand when you are paying lots of money for it. what does it all mean

[lisupandowntown]

Rory Protective III

A/N: No emeto here, just a little further into Rory's brain.

Rory told himself he would try harder with Noa, and he really did.  After deleting the tracker app on his phone he forced himself to be okay relying on twice daily updates from the probation office assigned to Smith’s case. 

The second text on Friday arrived late; the officer had forgotten to send the notice until Rory reached out and reminded him.  He was sitting on Drew and Jeremiah’s sofa, three beers into the basketball tournament, when the message came through.  Rory stared at it for a long second, rubbed his eyes, and then looked again.  The words hadn’t changed though, and his blood ran cold. 

“Fuck, I’ve got to go.”  Noa was out with friends at a bar.  She was across the river, nowhere he could get on foot.  “How long will it take to get an Uber from here?” 

Avery jumped up too.  “What’s wrong?” he asked tersely.  “I’m coming with you.”

“What, you don’t even find out what it is first?” Drew whistled.  “That’s impressive.”

“That’s a partner,” corrected Avery.  “He’ll tell me on the way.”  

Rory was already pulling on his coat.  “It’s Smith.  He’s coming to Boston tomorrow.”  Noa was at Back Bay Social Club.  It would be crowded and hard to get in this time of night, but Rory was prepared to show his FBI identification if he had to.  “Noa doesn’t know.” 

Avery’s hand was suddenly heavy on his arm.  “And why does she need to? Don’t tell me you’re planning to go find her right now so you can what, get her all worried for no reason? C’mon, Ror, you know better than that.”

Normally Rory would have listened to Avery without question. The guy understood him, understood risk, was an excellent read of situations.  But now he shook him off.  “This is different and you know it.”

“It’s not different.”  Avery’s voice was too reasonable.  “Smith’s not here now, and I assume he has a good reason to come to Boston tomorrow; something that has nothing to do with Noa.”

“Damian Smith’s coming to Boston?”  Gabe sat down on the sofa and put his feet up on the coffee table.  “Why?  I thought the guy had to stay in the rehab place.”  He took a big bite of the pizza he was holding and crumbs rained down on his lap  

“Feet off the table and please use a plate; what, since your girlfriend’s not here you think you can turn back into a Neanderthal?”  Jeremiah nudged Gabe’s knees and handed him a paper plate.  “And what’s this about Smith coming to Boston tomorrow?”

“He’s got a fucking dermatologist appointment.”  Rory couldn’t keep the disgust out of his voice.  “Getting a mole removed or some shit like that.”  

“Which means he’ll be in Boston  for an hour or two, tops, and then go back to Worcester.”  Avery stared at him unblinking, until Rory looked away.  

“Noa needs to know,” he said stubbornly.  “I’m not going to surprise her with this news tomorrow morning, once he’s already here.”  It was more than obvious to him, that Noa needed to have this information as soon as possible.  And then the two of them could stay home and watch movies or something, until the probation officer confirmed Smith was back in rehab.  Bake brownies maybe.  Or better yet, get out of Boston for the day.  They could drive east, away from Worcester and towards Cape Cod.  It wasn’t really the season, but that meant there wouldn’t be traffic.

Avery wouldn’t give up though.  “Why does she need to know?”

“Because I’m not keeping something that big from her!” Rory didn’t quite yell but almost.  “Holy shit, Morrison, you of all people understand that the more we know the safer we are.”

“Why isn’t Noa safe? Do we need to go find her?” Gabe put his plate of pizza on the table and stood up.  “I’m coming too.”  Rory smiled gratefully at his friend.   

“Noa’s fine,” said Avery with a touch of impatience.   “And to be honest, Landis, I’m a little offended that you’re not listening to me right now.  You trust me with your life, don’t you?  Why not with Noa’s?” 

Oof, that stung, and he knew Avery could tell. But before Rory could try to find the words to explain - not that he was sure what he was going to say- Gabe barked out a laugh.

“Because Rory and Noa work best when Rory’s being a little bit nuts about her.  And Noa loves it; has since she was like 15.”  He punched Rory on the arm.  “Do we need to go beat someone up?”

“No one needs to get beaten up.”  Avery sighed heavily.  “Jeremiah, a little help here?  Can you tell your friend all the reasons he doesn’t need to extract his girlfriend from her night out with her friends?  Come up with something medical if you need to.”  

Jeremiah walked over.  “Rory, sit down; you don’t need to find Noa right now.”  

Rory recognized what Drew called Jeremiah’s “operating room voice”  It accepted no argument or debate, although he didn’t use it a lot with their friends.  Rory and Avery had a similar tone they used in tense work situations.  It had just been easy for Rory to ignore Avery tonight, he was just repeating the same arguments he’d been making for a week.  

Jeremiah was a different story.  Rory was used to listening to him when it came to Noa, but that was mostly because it usually had to do with her health.  This was different, and Rory wasn’t ready to give in.  

“She needs to know, Jer, come on. We’ve been telling her all week that Smith’s staying in Worcester.  And now he’s coming to Boston.”  Gabe was still standing, waiting to see what was going to happen, but Avery had sat back down, clearly signaling he would not be going to the bar with Rory tonight.  Jeremiah looked torn.

“You can tell her,” he allowed.  “Tonight when she gets home; that’s plenty of time.”  Jeremiah sat down too, apparently satisfied with his decision.

Rory looked across the room.  “Drew?  What do you think?”

The nurse held up his hands. “Don’t ask me; I’m Switzerland.”

“Fine.  Fine.”  Rory stomped into the kitchen where Jeremiah and Drew kept their bourbon.  Fuck beer.  Part of him wanted to just leave anyway. Noa would be tipsy and happy to see him and they could be together at the bar until he took her home.  She’d want to know Smith was coming to Boston, Rory was sure of it.

But even knowing he was right didn’t mean he wanted to argue with all of his friends.  After he poured himself a glass of bourbon and took a sip, he pulled out his phone.  

He knew it would be too noisy to call but she’d see his text on her Apple Watch and then she could go somewhere quieter to call him back.

R: Just found out that Damian Smith is coming to Boston tomorrow. Doctor appointment. Don’t worry.  We can go to Cape Cod or something fun. Love you.

It took almost five minutes for her to text back, during which Rory paced around the kitchen and tried not to envision Noa stressed and upset with a bunch of girls who wouldn’t understand.  He sent another message.

R: Do you want me to come get you?  I can be there in 20 minutes. Don’t worry. He’d have to surge price and Uber but that was okay.  

Finally Noa responded.  

N: I’m not worried.  Three dots appeared and disappeared twice before another message came through.

N: You don’t need to come; I’m having fun. Jacey’s in rare form and is probably going to need me to hold her hair back soon.  I love you too.

Rory frowned at his phone.  Had Noa read his first text right?  Without stopping to think more, he tapped out another message.

R: Did you see what I said about Smith?  I thought we could go somewhere tomorrow; maybe Cape Cod.  You could take photos.

This time Noa’s response came back quickly. 

N: I saw. And I said I’m not worried.  I need to go take care of Jacey now. Love you. 

R: text me when you’re ready to leave and I’ll come by with an Uber.  If Noa was on puke duty with Jacey that meant someone else could handle making sure she got home.  Noa didn’t respond, and he grimaced in sympathy at the thought of his girlfriend crammed into a bathroom stall helping her friend while she threw up.  He slowly walked back into the living room.

“I’m staying,” he announced, taking off his jacket and picking up a piece of pizza. No one reacted, but when he finally sat down, Avery cleared his throat.

“What did Noa say?” he asked casually.  Rory turned to glare at him.

“She’s glad I told her,” he lied.  “I’m going to meet her at the bar later.” 11 would be a reasonable time to leave, he decided; the games would be almost over by then anyway.    

“Is she worried?” Jeremiah leaned in.  

Rory shrugged nonchalantly.  “I told her not to; we might go away tomorrow.  Cape Cod.”  

“In March?”  Drew shook his head.  “It’ll be freezing.”

“Hey I thought you were Switzerland,” Rory protested.  

“Not when it comes to frostbite,” the nurse said primly.  Jeremiah reached for another slice of pizza and Drew elbowed him out of the way to grab it first  “It’s mine,” he explained.  “I’m still getting my strength back from the stomach flu.”

“By the number of slices you’ve eaten tonight you should be as strong as the Hulk soon,” commented Jeremiah dryly.  He ducked when Drew tried to hit him with a pillow.  

“I guess we’re not going to beat anyone up at the bar,” sighed Gabe.  “Hand me another beer, will you?”

The tension in the room eased.  Avery started talking to Rory about one of their new cases - weapons dealing - and everyone ate brownies Noa had sent. Rory kept subtly checking his phone and finally texted a quick how’s Jacey? a little before ten.  

A couple of minutes later he got a thumbs up emoji in return.  There were no more messages after that, and by 10:45 Rory was too antsy to keep watching basketball.  

“I’m going to meet Noa at the bar,” he decided.  “Anyone else?”  

Gabe was going to Logan’s, no surprise, and Jeremiah and Drew quickly declined the invitation to leave their home to hang out in a straight bar.  Avery hesitated.  

“I think I’m going to crash at Jack’s; he’s only two blocks from here,” he said finally.  Rory and Avery’s third partner, Jack Yu, had moved his family into a renovated Cambridge brownstone six months earlier.  

That made it easier for Rory.  He texted Noa and got in the Uber, and was already across the river when her reply came through.

N: After we take Jacey home, Rhyan and I are going to sleep at Julia’s.  She lives in the same building.  She and Rhyan and I are going to do some work tomorrow on the new treatment groups we’re starting.  I should be home by 1. Love you.

Rory pushed down a sudden spike of panic as he tried to remember what kind of building Julia and Jacey lived in.  Did it have a doorman? Julia’s apartment wouldn’t be on the first floor, would she?”  He quickly texted back.

R: Remember what I said about Damian Smith coming to Boston tomorrow?  Text me in the morning and I’ll come pick you up.  You and Rhyan and Julia can work here.

The next reply was almost immediate.

N: Boston’s a big city, Rory. I’m not worried about running into him at the corner Starbucks.  Really, I’ll be fine.

Rory wished he’d just gone to the bar two hours ago like he’d wanted.  If he had, Noa would be with him right now, not about to wander through the city to stay at someone else’s apartment overnight. But short of showing up there and insisting Noa come home with him, there wasn’t anything he could do.   

“Sleep well, I love you,” he texted instead.  And then he couldn’t help but add “Text me in the morning; I’ll bring you all coffee.” It took a while for Noa to respond and Rory paced around their condo, waiting for confirmation that they’d made it safely to Julia’s.  Finally she texted back. 

N: Love you too. Normally she’d send a couple of emojis too, but no matter how long Rory stared at his phone, it stayed dark.  

He slept terribly. Not having Noa in his bed made him restless on an ordinary night, but now Rory found it almost impossible to turn off his brain.  Too many possibilities swam through his mind, of all the ways Damian Smith could figure out to get to Noa tomorrow.  And logically he knew most of them were unlikely, but logic wasn’t in control at 2 in the morning, or 3, or 4.  Instead he paced, staring at his phone and telling himself not to text Noa. Finally, at 5 am he fell into an uneasy sleep on the sofa, trying not to think about what had happened to his girlfriend the last time she’d napped in that same spot.  If Rory had been home that day, none of this mess would have happened. 

When Rory woke up, the sun was shining through their front windows and his phone said it was 10:30 in the morning.  There was a single text from Noa from an hour earlier that had Rory off the sofa, into his clothes, and out the door in less than ten minutes:

N: Hope you had fun with the boys last night.  Heading to the hospital with Julia and Rhyan to do some planning work there - we need those huge sticky note pads, lol.  I should be home around one. Love you. 

Fuck Fuck Fuck.

[pruneunfair]

Colorism should be a big no

This is why some western audience were super mad when Asian creators introduced POC elements in stories, at first I thought this was normal until I realized they were basically saying: "Darker skin means ugly" and that's just so weirdly rude, I mean as an Asian, I was basically indoctrinated to believe white skin is the best and beautiful and having darker skin is not pretty, even though now it's not as bad for me, but my mom still tells me to keep my skin white by wearing extra covers when outside like coats to avoid sunlight to reach the skin

Which is why in Vietnam, there's the ninja lead culture where women riding their motorbikes wear covers from head to toes like ninjas, basically this:

I can understand why, the sun in certain times of the year is a massive bitch and you can feel cooked alive if you aren't well covered but I myself prefer not so many layers cuz it's definitely stuffy and makes your body feel like a steamed dumpling (Oh that means those sunlight proof protective gears are basically the dumpling skin)

Also the toxic belief of white skin is almost fanatic and unhealthy here, since I saw some ppl who advertise those whitener creams that bleach your skin white and I saw a woman looking like she just got bleached like Jeff the killer and this is bad bcuz it basically just ruins the skin's hard layer that protect the flesh under the skin (I think so I'm not a dermatologist)

So yeah nope, I prefer my normal skin more than bleaching them out with chemical creams, my skin isn't even that dark, it's lightly tanned

ANYWAY, moving back on Asian fiction having POCs, yeah I totally get why actual POCs hate seeing their representations in Asian fiction like manhwhas due to how easily they get racist stereotypes and SOME Asians including readers and authors even think they're being overly coddled victims and thinking they're getting angry over nothing but this isn't that case, you can still make good POC characters without those stereotypes (Can't forget the hot barbaric slaver POC ML), whether intentional or unintentional, those stereotypes are still racist and I don't think the creators know that, they just don't care

Also that FL above can just wear a mask if her grand beauty is such a problem but nope apparently having brown skin is ugly now even though there are wonderful beautiful women in real life regardless of skin colors, no one would have any issue if she wears a mask, even though the masks can turn into those typical "masked ladies everyone thought was ugly is actually a beauty goddess" ahh stories, it's better than this colorism bullshit

Yeah, Asian media isn't really know for their good POC representation, I have watched many anime and can confirm myself that if there is actually a black character, they are drawn in such a racist caricature. Genshin impacts does whatever it can to avoid including POC, a lot of manhwa like this use racism in the form of POC features being considered "ugly" or featuring POC characters as barbaric or underdeveloped civilizations.

A big excuse I hear is that places like Japan and Korea simply don't realize it's racist because they are so used to only seeing members of their own race which is fucking stupid and feels more like Weeabos and THOSE kind of K-Pop stans defending a country solely because it produces a medium they enjoy. Racism shouldn't be coddled just because it's not a predominantly white country perpetuating it.