#expect this- this is what happens when you work full time

[trisscar368]

This is a normal amount of time for nothing to have happened in. I’m going to be charitable and assume you don’t have experience with the courts, but this stuff takes time. If it goes fast, you may not get a thorough defense, which isn’t justice.

The two american Depp v Heard cases were filed in 2019 and 2020 and made it to trial in 2022. You got a month of constant updates after two full years of the Depp v Heard cases working their way through the judicial process. The media paid attention at the end. You were told this was something to pay attention to at the end.

For better comparison, the Oxford High Shooting happened in november 2021, the shooter plead guilty in october 2022 and the sentencing was december 2023. There was never any doubt about who did the shooting, but due process was still two years in court.

When the Mangioni case gets to trial, if it gets there, the trial itself could take anything from a few days to a few months. But it’ll be months before the case is ready for trial (we have to do discovery, which yes includes gathering more evidence, testimony and depositions are evidence, the defense is gathering evidence, and both sides get to examine what evidence the other side brings before trial. And then the lawyers get to argue about rules. Mangioni’s lawyer arguing over the terrorism charge is going to happen before trial, because the jury doesn’t get to decide which laws apply), and they will not seat (call and select) a jury until right before trial begins.

This amount of coverage is normal.

This is not being filtered out of the news. This is not being suppressed.

Nothing is happening that the public has a right to be included in, which is ironically the partner to the right to be presumed innocent until proven guilty.

We are not the jury.

Take the part of social conditioning that has validated the concept of the court of public opinion and smother it to death.

None of us knows if the evidence is circumstantial. We don’t get to know what the evidence is, for really obvious reasons (impartial jury, evidence validation…)

Don’t fall into conspiracy theorizing. Unfamiliarity with the process doesn’t mean things are weird, it just means you need to get familiar with what the process is.

I have no idea what the evidence is. I have no idea if he’s guilty. I am not going to know until the judicial process is done. Luigi Mangioni is going to live in a quantum superposition in my awareness, neither innocent not guilty, for a few years. And I am okay with that because this is how things work.

Justice isn’t sexy. It’s a boring process involving copious amounts of paperwork. It is slow and boring so that the government has a harder time steamrolling over people. Mangioni has the right to a speedy trial, and at any point if it seems like things are being stalled, his attorney can move to implement that right.

Don’t expect serious updates for a few months.

Just noticed that there hasn’t been much, if any, coverage on the mangione trial in like a month. Like since he plead not guilty, there hasn’t been any major coverage on the proceedings. I just tried to look up anything about the past month and I genuinely cannot find anything. Nothing about it they’re still in jury selection, nothing about any rulings, nothing about the defending attorney or even opinion pieces. Like I know why there’s not much coverage, but nothing at all? Like we got CONSTANT updates about the depp/heard case when it was happening, but now that it’s something about an important issue that would have been the case of the decade in times past, it’s radio silence.

It’s so incredibly disturbing that they’ve filtered it out of the media and that people don’t care enough to demand it be covered. People treated it like a trend and aesthetified it to the point that an actual act of resistance means nothing now.

Also there’s like no concrete evidence in this case. It’s all circumstantial. I feel that everyone forgot that, and because of it, the idea that “innocent until proven guilty” as a precedent is very much in the process of being undermined

[minniesfiles]

AREN’T YOU FORGETTING SOMETHING?

when your pretend to forget the morning kiss before leaving work.

❧ PAIRING; soonyoung x reader

❧ GENRE; fluff

❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; drabble, fluff, established relationship, prank

❧ WORDCOUNT; 0.5k

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It was a ritual, every morning, that you and your husband exchanged a goodbye kiss by the door before leaving for work. Today, however, you had a different plan. Soonyoung was never the one to miss no matter how mad he would be at you, but you wanted to test how he’d react if you did.

As you stood in the entryway, Soonyoung leaned in for your usual goodbye kiss. His eyes were soft and lips curved into a faint smile. He tilted his head slightly and expected you to respond. But before he could close the distance, you turned abruptly and grabbed your bag from the counter.

“Bye babe!” you chirped. You waved over your shoulder without a second glance, and your heels clicked against the floor as you darted out the door.

Soonyoung froze, his lips still slightly puckered, blinking in confusion. “Huh?” he muttered as his brows knitted together.

Slowly, he lowered his head, and the warmth of his usual smile was replaced with a bewildered frown. He stood rooted in place as he stared at the door you just breezed through. He tried to comprehend what just happened.

You, on the other hand, were already halfway down the driveway, giggling under your breath. You could barely contain yourself as you glanced back at the front door to see if Soonyoung had moved. When he didn’t appear immediately, your laughter spilled out in full.

You thought you had gotten away with it — until you heard the sound of the door opening behind you.

“Y/n!” your husband’s firm voice rang out, but you could detect a playful edge in his tone at the same time. Your giggles turned into an outright cackle as you picked up your pace to run towards your car.

“You’re not leaving me like that!” he called after you, and you could hear his footsteps thundering down the driveway.

You turned your head mid-sprint, your long wavy hair bouncing with every step, and saw Soonyoung hot on your heels. His tie flapped against his chest as he ran. “Catch me if you can!” you teased, sounding breathless with laughter.

Soonyoung grinned as his earlier confusion melted into amusement. “Oh, don’t worry, I will!”

In just a few strides, he closed the gap between you. You squealed as Soonyoung wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around like a victorious hunter capturing his prey.

“You thought you could just skip our kiss and get away with it?” he asked, his voice mock-stern, though his grin said something else.

“Maybe!” you continued to tease, still laughing as you wriggled in his grasp. Soonyoung shook his head and pulled you closer.

“Nice try.” Then, without waiting for your permission, he leaned in and planted a kiss squarely on your lips, leaving you breathless in a completely different way.

As he set you down gently, your cheeks flushed. “Fine, you win” you admitted with a smile.

Soonyoung smirked, smoothing his tie, “you should know by now, I always do.”

[kiesbrainjuice]

— SMELL THAT ! rintarou suna

➥ pr : timeskip!suna x fem!reader

➥ syn : your husband decided to prank you by doing this

➥ tw : wife reader, pure fluff.

➥ a/n : omggg I found this in my fyp it’s so funny lmao (am i alone?)

The day had started off quietly for you. Suna had left early in the morning to hang out with Atsumu and a few of his friends, and you used the peaceful hours to enjoy your book and relax around the house. After lunch, Suna finally returned home. He looked a bit tired but still greeted you with a quick kiss on the forehead before retreating to the bedroom for some much-needed rest.

You didn’t think much of it when he disappeared for a while, though you were amused at how his outings with Atsumu always seemed to exhaust him more than a full volleyball match. By the time the late afternoon rolled around, you had curled up on the sofa with your book again, completely engrossed in the story.

That’s when it happened.

Suna strolled into the living room with a furrowed brow, his movements deliberate, almost ominous. His tall frame loomed slightly over you as he stopped at the edge of the sofa.

“Smell that?” he asked, his tone sharp and accusatory.

You blinked, slowly lowering your book to look up at him. “No?” you replied, confused.

“Exactly!” he said, throwing his hands up. “Where is dinner?”

Your brows furrowed as his words sank in. For a moment, you thought he was joking, but his face stayed serious. You glanced at the clock—it wasn’t even close to dinner time yet. Still, his sudden irritation threw you off guard.

“What do you mean, ‘where’s dinner?’” you asked, sitting up straighter. “It’s barely past four! You just got home—what’s your problem?”

He crossed his arms, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I’m starving. I’ve been out all day, and I come home to… nothing? Nothing, babe?” He emphasized the last word, his voice dripping with mock disappointment.

You felt your face heat, a mix of anger and embarrassment. “Excuse me? I didn’t realize this was the 1950s, and I was supposed to have a three-course meal waiting for you the second you walked through the door. If you’re hungry, you know where the kitchen is!”

“I work hard!” he shot back, his tone dramatic and theatrical now, though you were too flustered to notice it right away. “I play volleyball to keep us in this lifestyle, and this is the thanks I get?”

“Are you serious right now?” you asked, your voice rising. You stood up from the couch, squaring off with him. He towered over you, but you refused to back down. “I do plenty around here, Rin! You think just because you’re tall and handsome, you can talk to me like this?”

He opened his mouth, but the moment you caught the faintest twitch of his lips—the beginning of a suppressed grin—it clicked. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.

“Wait… what is this?”

“Nothing,” he said too quickly, avoiding your gaze.

“Rintarou Suna.” You folded your arms across your chest. “Is this one of Atsumu’s stupid ideas?”

At that, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. His serious expression crumbled, and a wide grin broke out on his face as he doubled over with laughter.

“Oh my god!” you groaned, throwing your head back in exasperation. “It is! You absolute idiot! I really thought you were mad at me!”

He was laughing so hard he had to clutch his stomach, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “Babe, your face—” he wheezed. “You looked so offended—oh my god, Atsumu’s going to love this.”

You smacked his arm. “You’re the worst! I can’t believe you fell for one of his dumb ideas.”

“Come on, it was funny!” he said, straightening up and wiping at his eyes. “You’ve got to admit it was good.”

“Good?” you repeated, your voice climbing an octave. “You scared the crap out of me, Rinnie! I was about to start thinking you were misogynistic!”

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around your waist despite your protests. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It was just a joke. You know I don’t expect you to make dinner every day. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“You’d better,” you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re making dinner tonight.”

“Done,” he said, grinning. “Anything you want.”

You huffed but couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped you. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Lucky and smart,” he teased, leaning back slightly to look down at you. “I mean, I could’ve married someone without a sense of humor—”

“Don’t push your luck,” you interrupted, glaring at him.

He held his hands up in mock surrender, his grin still firmly in place. “Fine, fine. But seriously, baby, you should’ve seen your face.”

You sighed, shaking your head. But then your eyes landed on the sofa pillow, and an idea struck. Before he could react, you grabbed the pillow and swung it at him, hitting him square in the chest.

“Hey!” he protested, laughing as you swung again. “What are you doing?”

“You deserve this!” you said, chasing him around the living room with the pillow. “You and Atsumu are the absolute worst!”

He ducked out of reach, laughing so hard he could barely get a word out. “Okay, okay, I give up! Baby, stop—”

“Not until you apologize properly!” you yelled, whacking him again.

He caught the pillow mid-swing, towering over you as he smirked down at you. “You know you’re not scary, right? You’re, like, half my height.”

“Don’t test me, Rinnie!” you said, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tight despite your half-hearted protests. “Okay, okay,” he said, his voice warm with amusement. “I’m sorry. You’re amazing. I love you. And I’ll never prank you again—well, unless it’s a really good idea.”

You groaned, leaning into his chest despite yourself. “Oh hell nah.”

“And you love it,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You sighed, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah, yeah, I do.”

Ⓒkiesbrainjuice all rights reserved. please to not plagiarize, repost, or translate !

tag : @haechansbbg

[girlyrafe]

──── ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴇᴛ .ᐟ

ᡣ𐭩 ❝ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀꜱ¡ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ⟡ ݁₊ ❞ 

⌗ with rafe cameron .ᐟ.ᐟ

ᝰ summary .ᐟ Rafe cameron meets you, the farmers daughter for the first time and well—well you kinda change his life

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Rafe Cameron, Rafe was a typically hard-working guy, but this job at your dad's farm definitely changed his work ethic, and it’s all down to you.

For the first few days of his job, Rafe didn’t even know you existed. That was, until he heard the sound of raised voices, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone crying from inside the house. He wiped the sweat from his brow and adjusted his worn jeans, feeling the weight of the heat and the long hours of farm work. He walked around the front of the house, unsure of what to expect.

Before he could fully process what was happening, you came bursting out of the door, slamming it behind you. Tears streaked down your face, and your lip trembled as you stood there, arms crossed tightly over your chest. That pout of yours, so undeniably cute and full of frustration, stopped him dead in his tracks. You were on a mission, and in the rush of your emotions, you almost collided with him.

“Whoa there, kid.” He chuckled a little, and his large, calloused hands found your shoulders; Jesus, you were pretty, especially in this cotton pyjama set with your hair in two braids, and you looked like an angel.

You had to tilt your head back to look up at him, which wasn’t the worst thing in the world—especially when you realised just how handsome he was. He had that rugged charm, the kind that made him hard to ignore. His soft, dirty blonde bangs fell into his eyes no matter how many times he pushed them back, adding to the boyish yet rugged look. His arms were strong, muscles clearly defined beneath his worn shirt, and the sheen of sweat on his skin only made him appear even more imposing.

You sniffled, trying to find the words. “Are you... you work for my daddy, right?”

Rafe nodded, his expression softening just a bit as he gave you a reassuring smile.

Before you know it, he's gently guiding you into the barn, the soft crunch of hay beneath your feet. He helps you sit on one of the hay bales, his presence warm and steady as he kneels in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs in a comforting way. He crosses his arms over them, a protective, tender gesture, while you spill out everything—crying, ranting about the argument with your dad, about how much you hate him, how unfair everything feels. Rafe listens quietly, not taking it too seriously, because let's be real, most teenagers go through phases like this—especially when their parents won’t drive them into town. He gets it. After all, it’s not your fault you were born on a farm.

You didn't even notice the way he moved the rough pads of his thumbs under your eyes, brushing away the tears while you rambled, and he just nodded and let out a few "mhms." To keep you going

Later that night he started to feel guilty, creepy even, because you were just some innocent teenage girl, even if you were probably 16 or 17: a cute one at that, like really gorgeous and pretty with your pout and sassy mannerisms towards what your father had an argument with you about, and those eyes were hypnotic in the way they were so huge and deep even with tears. While he was, well, he was a man in his late 20s working for your father, but it was fine, right? He was only being a nice guy to someone that was upset. Sure he’d told himself that...

Sure that’s why in the dead of night all that could be heard from his room, thankfully a cabin away from the main house farm was loud whimpers and heavy breathes as he fisted his throbbing cock into his now boring hand, lip bleeding from how hard he’s biting down on it and eyes squeezed to tightly shut trying to stop anything from the real world invading his visions of you. Also trying to imagine this was your delicate hand wrapped around his cock right now as you innocently asked if you were doing good.

So, that’s how Rafe met you—so effortlessly, and yet, it sent his world into a dizzying spiral. He couldn’t help but think about you constantly, imagining all the ways he could be with you. You were so sweet, so innocent, with your soft words and that carefree way you moved. But it wasn't just the gentle side of you that stuck in his mind. No, there were those other moments—like when you’d wave goodbye, skipping out the front door in that little gingham dress that clung just enough to tease him, a glimpse of the curve of your ass making his heart race.

Sometimes, he'd catch himself groaning under his breath, quickly readjusting before you noticed, his mind wandering to places it probably shouldn’t. You were everything to him—sweet and soft, but with an undeniable magnetism that left him tangled in thoughts of you every second, especially when you went off to feed the animals, speaking to them so softly, as if they were the only ones who could understand you.

He's sure he would never work as hard again as long as you’re around.

But nothing could even happen, right?

[blackcoldcrackedheart]

Part one in where Tommy fosters/adopts Daniel (Buck's bio kid)

“You said ‘yes’?” Lucy’s eyes were wide, and her jaw had dropped at the news that Tommy had actually agreed to take Daniel, the two-year-old boy that Tommy had saved.

“Yeah.” Tommy sighed when he answered, avoiding her gaze as he led Lucy, Melton, and Ashara out of the hospital. He was surprised when all three came by after their shift ended- which was 7 am. Tommy had called Melton to pick him up, but apparently Lucy and Ashara had wanted to come to see what had happened afterwards. “Look, I know it’s unorthodox and-”

“Out of character?” Lucy added with a guffaw, her expression matching the others, Melton and Ashara seemed worried. “Tommy, I know you’re attached to the kid, but have you thought about this? Thoroughly?”

Melton nodded, “He’s a toddler, I understand you have a house, but you found Hondo difficult to juggle with work- and he was a puppy.” He pointed out.

“Do this have anything to do with you breaking up with-”

“No!” Tommy realized too quickly that he came out too strong and loud at that, and judging by the other’s reaction- they didn’t quite believe him either. “No, this has nothing to do with my break-up.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and dropped his arms in frustration, “This-I don’t know why, I just said yes and I know it’s a commitment and one that could break my heart if Daniel’s family decides to take him in or, I don’t know, social services might not think I’m a good fit to even adopt him- but I want to do this, more than anything, I’m not scared? Not really.” He laughed more to himself, rubbing his face tiredly as the realization hit him- he wasn’t scared of the unknown here.

He had doubted for the longest time about being a father, mainly because he didn’t want to become like his dad. He had thought that he would always just be “uncle Tommy” to Sarah’s kids.

But…

A part of him wanted this.

“Look,” He started off firmly, “I know I’m crazy for doing this and, yeah, I haven’t had long to think about it, but I know this could end in a million ways, but I want to do this. And I don’t need your permission or blessing for this.” He told them, knowing full well that he sounded stoic and closed off. “So either get off my back or don’t say anything at all. I don’t need-”

Melton was the first to raise his hands in defeat, “Hey, woah.” He looked at the two women at his side, Lucy looked mildly annoyed and Ashara’s brown eyes were all watery now. “When did you hear us say we weren’t gonna support you?” Melton asked, “We just want to make sure you know what you’re doing, whether or not you know this, pendejo, we actually care about you.”

Tommy snorted at that, his gaze shiftting down to the floor.

“He’s right, you asshat, you honestly think you’re gonna be alone in all this?” Lucy asked, punching Tommy’s shoulder hard, “Please, you know that kid is gonna need his aunt Lucy so he can watch movies that aren't romantic comedies.”

Melton pointed to the hospital, “You already know that kid has me as his tío, ondulado there is gonna have to call me when he gets sick of eating the only six variations of pastas you know how to cook.” Melton joked.

Despite the anger still ebbing, Tommy found himself laughing along with the two. He eyed Ashara, knowing the younger girl was the newest but also the voice of reason and most excited about being a part of a team. “I’m guessing you also want to be an aunt?” he asked her, watching as she excitedly jumped and clapped her hands.

“Yes! Are you kidding me? I always wanted to be an ammah!” she went in for a hug, causing Tommy to let out a little “Oomph.” once Lucy went in for a hug as well, Melton laughed as he went in for the group hug as well.

Tommy felt himself relax in their hold. It felt overwhelming but amazing to have this. He was expecting-at most- his sister to just be a support from afar. He hadn’t expected his team to step up like this and be there for him.

“Thanks guys.” He sniffed once they broke apart from the group hug. “I appreciate this, you have no idea how much.”

“We have some idea.” Lucy teased, poking Tommy’s arm, “Because you’re gonna be buying us coffee as we get Danny everything he needs. When is he supposed to go home with you?”

‘Home’ had Tommy smiling, he was about to take his kid home.

His kid.

(Yeah, he was getting ahead of himself here, but he couldn’t help it.)

Tommy looked at his watch, it was only 8 am now. Claudia had told him that he could pick-up Daniel by one.

“One pm today.”

“Today?!” the three repeated incredulously.

Melton let out a swear before pulling out his phone, “Yeah man, that does not give us a lot of time, but we can definitely pick up the major things- like a bed and a dresser. So we need to run to the store now.”

Lucy was massaging her temples, “Safe to assume Danny doesn’t have any clothing besides the ones we he was brought into?”

Tommy shook his head ‘no’, “But I can go to the store or maybe order-”

Lucy scoffed, waving him off as she pulled out her phone and started typing, “Please, save your money. Kid is probably gonna shoot up like a weed in the next week alone. I have two brothers that have six boys, each. Trust me, they probably have clothes that still have their tags.” She bit her lower lip, “I can have my brother drop off the clothes, and ordering groceries is a breeze.” She pointed at Ashara who immediately started to smile.

“Let me baby proof the house! I can find anything and everything to make sure Danniel doesn’t get into anything.” Ashara promised, “I can also help decorate his room.” She paused, giving Tommy a coy smile. “Are we thinking firefighter theme for the room?”

“Oooh.” Melton looked at his phone excitedly, “I’m sure we can find a firefighter theme bed.”

Tommy was hesitant to answer, now it was starting to feel overwhelming. “I think he likes Bluey, maybe you guys can-”

Melton patted his back, “Easiest theme to find for a 2-year-old.”

Ashara agreed, “Let’s meet at Tommy’s by noon?”

The others agreed, which is how Tommy found himself sitting next to Melton in his SUV and on the way to a furniture store.

-

He was crazy.

Tommy knew this.

He knew he was out of his mind for doing this.

But regardless of what felt like a spur of the moment decision, he was still in his guest room which he used for storage and was currently finishing up building a toddler bed. He and Melton had gone to a furniture store and bought whatever they could- including a blue transitional bed (Yeah, he and Melton fell hard for the sale “It’s a bed that grows with your child”), a matching dresser, and nightstand. Ashara had kept her word and bought every little thing that was needed to make sure every crevice of the house was covered and shielded from children; she had also bought way too many Bluey themed decorations (“What? How was I supposed to pass up a Bluey rug?! It’s so cute!”). And true to her word, Lucy’s brother had happily dropped off clothing for Daniel, much of it still had their price tags. Hell, the three pairs of shoes the guy brought over were still in their original boxes. Lucy had also ordered groceries, leaving Tommy’s fridge and cupboards filled with toddler friendly food and snacks (“Really? Who wants to eat Hulk themed gummies?”). Melton had even taken it upon himself to find out what Tommy needed in order to go on parental leave (“Listen, you have 3 weeks for parental leave, plenty of time for you to find a nanny or get Danniel enrolled into a daycare.” Lucy was already on the phone, informing Tommy that her brothers and sisters could get him on the top of a waiting list at the drop of a hat).

 By the time 12:30 pm rolled around, the others had insisted that Tommy go to pick up Daniel while they got things wrapped up at home.

Tommy felt jittery as he eyed the newly fitted car seat next to him, this was real.

He was taking in Daniel.

It might be a forever thing, but it was a right now thing.

He couldn’t shake away the nerves as he stepped off the elevator to the pediatric floor. He could feel his heartbeat loudly as he made his way to Daniel’s room.

“Uh, hi.” He greeted Claudia who was leafing through papers in a folder.

“Tummy!” Daniel’s giggles had taken away all of Tommy’s fears and nerves, Tommy found himself already floating towards the toddler who had his arms outstretched to Tommy.

“Hey kiddo.” He gently picked up the little boy, “Ready to ditch this popsicle stand?” he knew the kid didn’t know what he meant but that didn’t stop Daniel from hugging Tommy, clearly Daniel felt Tommy’s absence in a span of five hours. “Aww, kid. I missed you too.” He murmured, gently rubbing the little boy’s back as he felt Daniel’s tears hit his neck. “I got you.” He promised Daniel, feeling his voice hitch and eyes sting with tears.

“You ready?” Claudia asked knowingly, her small smile made Tommy even more confident in his decision.

Whether or not he got to adopt Daniel officially, Daniel was always going to be his son.

[olderthannetfic]

https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/773445041341579264/any-time-i-see-colonialism-guilt-when-it-comes#notes

You know what, I respect that you guys want dry facts and world building based stories.

Honestly my biggest gripe was just about those posts on tumblr where they callout European fantasy and demanding/expecting people to unravel colonialism and imperialism and how it's racist to have coffee in your setting without mentioning how it got there bc of colonies. (Which I don't even think is correct.) How you need to explore your "internalized racism" when ye Medieval peasant Bob eats potatoes. Or that poor people eat the same foods as the rich. As if it was some great evil conspiracy to erase that potatoes came from the Americas, instead of people just writing whatever and barely caring about actual accuracy even when they write "medieval fantasy Europe" because most times it's just literally not even "medieval".

And also how you can find a lot of the same "problems" in foreign writing, but people just don't read those books so they pretend it's only European medieval fantasy that does it. Maybe because they just don't bother reading foreign, even officially translated books, or ignore it in their own countries works, somehow the "same" implications just suddenly aren't as big of a problem.

So that's how that rant happened.

So if you want to explore how you got fantasy "coffee" or fantasy "potatoes" Honestly, I hope all of you who love reading that stuff will find a bookstore full of these books, and have many years of fun.

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I find it annoying how little most people know about ancient South America. There isn't much educational info out there that's easy to consume (youtube videos and the like) other than Ed Barnhart's stuff.

Some people do like dry world building, but I think many of these complaints actually stem from the author just using a boring prefab setting without thinking any of it through—or worse, having really cool world building and then going off the rails into endless random sex scenes and not telling us about the cool monsters and just dropping the arc plot, you hack of an author!

[luckymilkshakerebel]

YOUTH

Genre: slow romace, comfort

Cast : Lee know (minho) x female reader

Song inspired by Lee know youth

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Minho was never one to rush through life. A man of quiet contemplation, he had always been someone who valued deep thoughts, slow mornings with a cup of tea, and long strolls through nature. He liked to take his time, to observe the world, to experience life in small, meaningful ways. But sometimes, life had a way of moving too fast, and in those moments, he wished he could keep up, wish he could live more fully in the now.

And then, there was Y/n.

Y/n had entered his life like a whirlwind, her energy and joy infecting everything around her. Where Minho was calm, measured, and thoughtful, Y/n was spontaneous, playful, and always looking for a way to make the most out of every moment. She had a unique way of reminding him that life was more than the big goals or the future plans—it was the little moments that mattered the most. And it was her cheerful perspective that had been slowly teaching him to live in the now.

One crisp autumn morning, Minho sat in his favorite coffee shop, sipping a latte and gazing out the window. The world outside was awash with the colors of fall—red, orange, and gold—and the air had that perfect bite that made him want to wrap himself in a warm sweater. He had always loved these mornings, where everything felt still and peaceful. The perfect time for introspection.

As he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone, a message popped up on his screen.

"Let’s enjoy life in this very moment."

It was from Y/n.

Minho smiled to himself. It was exactly the kind of message that she would send—simple, yet full of meaning. It was her way of reminding him that life was happening right now, not in the future, not in the past, but this very moment.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he thought about how to respond. He had been in his head a lot lately, weighed down by work, responsibilities, and the endless cycle of planning for what was to come. The idea of “living in the moment” had become somewhat of a mantra in their relationship. Y/n often used it to snap him out of his overthinking, and Minho found that, when he took her words to heart, he felt lighter, more free.

But today, something felt different. Y/n’s message wasn’t just an invitation—it felt like a challenge.

He typed back, smiling as the words formed on his screen:

"I’m here at the coffee shop, lost in my thoughts. But I’m willing to make this moment count. What do you have in mind?"

Y/n’s reply came almost instantly.

"Meet me at the park in 15 minutes. Trust me, you’ll want to be here."

Minho raised an eyebrow, intrigued but slightly apprehensive. He had no idea what Y/n was up to, but that was part of her charm. She always had a way of making things feel spontaneous and fun, even if it was something as simple as a walk in the park. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what she had planned. With a soft chuckle, he finished his coffee, slipped on his jacket, and headed out the door.

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The park was not far from the coffee shop, just a short walk through the quiet streets of the city. As he arrived, he spotted Y/n near the entrance, bouncing on the balls of her feet, looking more like a kid than an adult. She waved enthusiastically as he approached.

“There you are!” Y/n exclaimed, her eyes shining. “I’m so glad you made it!”

Minho smiled, though he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was a little off—Y/n’s energy was always contagious, but today, there was an almost electric charge in the air.

“What’s going on?” he asked, looking around, half-expecting a flash mob or some sort of surprise event.

Y/n grinned, clearly delighted by his curiosity. “Well, I was thinking,” she began, “that we’re always so busy planning and thinking about the future. So, today, we’re going to do something completely unplanned. Something just for the fun of it. Something that makes this moment count.”

Minho felt a flutter of nervousness in his chest. He was a planner by nature, not one to dive headfirst into something without at least a bit of structure. But he trusted Y/n—he always had. And if there was one person who could make him step outside his comfort zone, it was her.

“Alright,” Minho said, still not entirely sure what he was agreeing to. “What’s the plan?”

“No plan!” Y/n said with a wink. “That’s the beauty of it.”

Y/n grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the edge of the park, where a small, pristine lake lay shimmering under the soft afternoon sun. The trees around it had shed their leaves, leaving a blanket of gold on the ground.

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do,” Y/n said, her voice full of excitement. “We’re going to take off our shoes, roll up our sleeves, and wade into the lake.”

Minho blinked. “Wait, what?”

Y/n laughed, clearly loving his reaction. “I know it’s crazy. But think about it—how many times do we sit by a lake, admire its beauty, and do nothing? Let’s go in. Right now. No overthinking. Just living.”

Minho stared at the water, unsure of how he felt about the idea. It was cold, and autumn had made the water less inviting than it would have been in summer. But as he looked at Y/n—her eager face, her arms already beginning to roll up her sleeves—he could feel the tug of her energy. It was like she was asking him to step into the present with her, to leave behind the walls of hesitation and just embrace the spontaneity of the moment.

“Are you serious,Y/n?” Minho asked, half-laughing.

“I’m always serious when it comes to making life fun,” Y/n replied with a mischievous grin. “Come on! It’ll be the best thing you’ve done all week.”

With that, she kicked off her shoes, and without waiting for him to catch up, she stepped into the lake with a splash. The cold water immediately soaked into her pants, but she didn’t seem to care. She was already laughing, spinning in the water like a child, her joy infectious.

Minho hesitated for only a moment before following her lead. He pulled off his shoes, rolled up his sleeves, and stepped into the chilly water. It felt strange at first—the coldness shocking against his skin—but as Y/n twirled around him, her laughter echoing in the crisp air, something shifted inside him.

He stopped thinking. He stopped planning. He just was. And for the first time in a long while, Minho felt fully present in the moment.

Y/n, still splashing around, called out, “See? Doesn’t it feel good to just be here? Right now?”

Minho grinned, shaking his head. “You’re crazy,” he said, but the smile on his face was genuine.

“Maybe,” Y/n replied, her eyes sparkling. “But sometimes, crazy is the only way to live. We spend so much time planning for the future or reflecting on the past that we forget to enjoy what’s right in front of us. And this—this is it. This moment.”

Minho stood there for a moment, looking around. The golden light, the cool water, the sound of Y/n’s laughter filling the air—it was perfect in its simplicity. He realized that Y/n had a point. It wasn’t the big events, the grand plans, or the distant goals that made life worth living. It was the unexpected moments, the spontaneous decisions, the times when you let go of everything else and just lived.

And in that moment, he felt something click. He felt alive.

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After they finally emerged from the lake, both soaked and laughing, they sat on the grassy shore to dry off, their clothes sticking to their skin but their hearts light.

Y/n leaned her head on Minho’s shoulder, content in the quiet that followed their impromptu adventure.

“Thank you,” Minho said softly, his voice sincere. “For reminding me to be here. Right now.”

Y/n smiled up at him. “Anytime, love. It’s all about the moment.”

And as they sat there, side by side, the world seemed to pause—just for them.

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[phantomwithbreakfast]

⋆.˚ ⚡︎ 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝘼 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 ⚡︎ ˚.⋆

Chapter 19: Don’t Get Too Close (Preview / Spoiler / Teaser)

⟢ Danny Phantom Phan Fic • Genre: Angst — Hurt/Comfort • TW: Emotional Distress — Strong Language — Graphic Content • M rate (+16!) • AU — OOC

⟢ Full Story: Ao3 ⟡ FFN

New (temporary) Summary!: Scarred inside and out, Danny struggles with a new reality he has to cope with. What will happen to him? And why?

♫ ▸ At the curtain's call, it's the last of all, when the lights fade out, all the sinners crawl. So they dug your grave, and the masquerade, will come calling out at the mess you've made. — Imagine Dragons

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Danny's eyes flicked to her, his lips parting slightly as if to respond, but no words came.

He didn't know what to say.

The truth of her words struck him harder than he expected, like a crack spreading across the fragile wall he'd built around himself.

And then, like a ripple in still water, a thought surfaced.

A memory.

Vivid and sharp, as if it had been lying dormant, waiting for this moment.

How did he remember this? Why now, of all times?

His breath caught as the memory unfolded, dragging him back into a past he wasn't sure he wanted to revisit.

He couldn’t say it.

No, he shouldn't.

Shouldn’t say it.

"Well, how would you feel," Danny snapped, his voice shaking with anger and hurt, "if your two best friends were dating behind your back, huh?" His mood shifted violently, from sadness to a simmering rage. "How would you feel—getting betrayed by the two people you trusted most? When you loved one of them with whole your heart?" His voice cracked on the last word, but he pushed through. "Even when it didn't work out, you could've just… told me!"

The memory came crashing over him.

The heartache.

The jealousy.

The unbearable feeling of being left out, abandoned by the only people who mattered to him. He remembered it all. Every emotion from back then hit him with a pang in his chest—it was overwhelming.

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⟢ Chapter 19 jump: Ao3 ⟡ FFN

⟢ Oh, the drama is real.

⟢ I’d skipped the two previous chapters—to share—on purpose. (:

⟢ This chapter includes some nasty visceral—uhuhmm.

⟢ Beta read by the wonderful and sweet @ghostlyglimmer ♡

[fantasy-relax]

what do courting gifts look like in your universe? like alpha has gifted things to cassandra to show they can provide, do omegas just have to wait until someone catches the hint they want to be courted? are there any gifts/signs omegas can give to someone they want to court to make the first move? or is it cultural, that omegas only give subtle hints like scent changing to show their interest?

Sorry for lack of activity I'm trying to get a job🥹 so I'm busy studying.

This will have spoilers well kinda bc when I say this the "Cassandra get her shit together arc" I MEAN IT.

Courting

Courting shows that you can survive together, have each other back, raise pups healthy and in all form a stable pack.

It is about what you can do for each other, Betas courting tends to differ while alpha-omegas tend to be similar.

An alpha/Omega crushing in someone will court them, sometimes they will declare that they want to start a courting, other times they will go straight to courting.

Shy/introvert/quiet/reserved Omegas will send subtly signals to someone that they want to be courted using their scent as they ask for something particular [a favor or cloth with scent] while the same type of alphas will give small gifts or tokens with their scent to show that they want to start a courting.

The courtee can reject upright or give another chance, you know how bad or good you are doing depending on their words, actions and scent. In case of a tsundere/sadistic/perfectionist courtee is necessary to put extreme attention in their scent bc damn they are troublesome and high maintenance yes i talking to you Cassandra (and Bela).

The one courting can give gifts or complete a challenge that the courte establishes.

Ex: Cassandra asking for the fur of a brown bear and the creation of the easel (babygirl was down bad since the start)

In some places the pack will be the ones to judge the candidates for the Omega/Beta woman, they dictate what courting gifts or challenge the alpha/beta should do, sometimes without input of the Omega (what can end badly).

Courting gifts of the modern age are very typical like jewelry, clothes etc, you know the normal.

Traditional courting gifts (what alpha is doing it) are more in tune with the savage era or animal instinct.

In any they expect reciprocating or at least recognition to show that the courting is working or is acceptable to continue the pursuit.

Alphas

Have to show they can provide food and shelter. Hunting shows they can provide and that they are fit but buying it is also valid (just make sure it is good quality).

Building themselves shows their abilities and how skilled they are but again if they have money they can hire someone else to do it ( it is recommended that they supervise and review everything to show that they are not lazy or uncaring).

During the courting it is very common to gift clothes/fur/fabric bathed with their scent (also scent are an aspect of compatibility) to mark the courtee and scare off potential challengers.

If the rut happens during the courting the alpha will be 200% hyper-fixated in the Omega and will fight any other alpha that they consider a potential challenger.

They would be depressed if in the last day of their rut are left alone without a scented cloth from their courtee.

Omega

They have to show they can make a full and nutritious meal with the meat the Alpha gives them, that they can feed their pups and mate. Also that they can make things last in case of food shortage.

They have to know how to cultivate some vegetables to support the pack and alleviate the hunter duties.

They have to make clothes for the material their alpha gives them, so they have to be good (or at least decent) at sewing and in some cases know how to make leather.

The omega also must show how fit they are, this to show they can carry the pup without trouble and they can also defend it. This can be shown by hunting a prey themselves or doing a particular challenge that the alphas give.

They have to show how cunning and smart they can be as the lives of the pups are in their hand and fighting directly can be too risky.

Accepting clothes/fur/etc with scent of the courting candidate is a serious step, using it is a big deal as is parading a mark.

Omegas will also give some clothes subtly scented to mark their courting candidate, this tends to be more discrete just notable in close space. But it depends on the Omega, possessive and easily jealous Omegas will heavily scent their clothes/fabrics so is notable for five meters. Yes I'm talking to you Cassandra (and Donna)

If their Heat happens during the courting, they become absolutely vicious and attention starved, they will become dictators and order their candidates to pamper them and spoil them. The level depends on the Omega.

(Omega Dimitrescu are absolute nightmares, Donna is halfway there)

Final stages of the courting

Both have to show they are reliable, trustworthy and determined. That they can work as a team and subsequently be Mates and lead their own pack (pups, grandpups etc) .

Now after all that the only thing resting to do is, in the modern courting a final challenge and in the traditional courting a Hunt.

Hunt

The Hunt is in the two parts:

Hide and seek

The Omega has to avoid being captured by the alpha, they have to hide for a period of time and if they are found need to escape and hide again before a certain time.

Catch

The omega again has to avoid being captured by the alpha but this time is in the open no hiding, they can make traps or anything but only using small tools that can be carried in their body. They have to fight and are free to attack the alpha even if they are hurting them. They lose if they're held down for 10/20 seconds.

Alphas can't attack but they can use their scent/pheromones to force the Omega to submit, they lose if they can't capture the omega before the time ends or of they hurt them.

This is an emergency practice for the Omega in case the alpha falls or danger enters their territory. While the Alpha is showing their patience and their gentleness in capturing without harming even if they end being injured.

After the courtee gives their verdict and the bonding happens or not.

Now with all that can you guess what will happen in the next few chapters? Tell me please I miss you all🥺🥹im trying gals I'm trying

[chlefnikkl]

cw: angst :p

Thinking about nanami getting badly injured during a mission....

"Shoko, please let me know now, will he be ok?" Ah yes, the risks of being with someone who goes into a battle alone every day. You worry about him when hes not home by the time he said he would be, most of the time its because hes working overtime and you just forgot, but on rare occasions, its because he got hurt.

You know he gets bruised up easily when dealibg with curses, but never this bad.

*the morning of the attack*

"Goodmorning gorgeous, sleep well?" Nanami was alwayssss up early, too early for you, but when you did emerge from your slumber, he was always there to greet you.

"Mmmm..." you gurgle out, ready to lay in bed with your husband again.

"I'll be home a little later tonight ok, dont wait up for me." He grabbed your face with both hands and gave you a kiss on your lips, you know he could totally smell your morning breath.

"Fine, but you must not be home any later than 11, thats how long I'll be up for." You say and cross your arms, asserting domince in a jokingly way.

He chuckes then gives you a hug before putting on his shoes, "promise darling, love you."

"Love you too!" You say as hes walkibg out the door.

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Your day was going by pretty quick, you did some grocery shopping, went to the convenience store you always love and grabbed a snack there, you got home, changed into some comfy clothes, turned the tv on and waited for your husband to arrive home.

When you heard the phone ringing, the first person who came to mind was nanami, probably telling you that hes going to be out past curfew. What you didnt expect was the phone to say shoko as the caller name.

Your mind starts racing a thousand miles per second. 'Did nanami get hurt' 'did nanami die'.

"Hey shoko, everything okay?" You asked as you picked up the phone.

"You need to come to the school, something happened to nanami." You could hear the clicking of metal in the background.

"Can you tell me right now, im getting in the car."

"Youll see as soon as you get here."

"Shoko, please let me know now, will he be ok?" You pleaded.

"Knowing him and how he takes care of everything, he will survive." The sigh you let out was full of relief, feeling better already.

"Thanks shoko, driving there now."

The secobd you walk in the school, you can feel his cursed energy, its so weak though. You walk towards shokos office and enter, finding nanami on the bed next to the table. You immediately rush to his side and hold his hand, its warm and comforting.

"Hey y/n, you got here just in time, i just put him on the bed, with gojos help of course." She chuckles a little.

"Haha, thats good," you pause for a moment. "You gonna stay here with him or are you gonna go home, youve been working all day." You point out.

"I'll leave and head home soon, just gotta check his vitals to make sure he won't crash during the night."

After everything you two went through, you were ready for him to come home, be safe in your arms.

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A couple days have passed since you got the call from shoko, nanamis wounds have started to heal and you feel so grateful for him to be home.

"Hey darling," nanami comes up behind you and gently wraps his hamds around your waist.

"Hey kento, ypu feeling better today?"

"Yeah, love you have taken care of me, made me feel loved..."

"Oh ken... of course i would take care of you, i love you too much..." you say with a smile.

"Wanna come lay down with me in bed, i could use some of those cuddles that you give."

"Sure, love you ken."

"Love you too sweetheart."

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A/n: FINALLY DONE 😭 i wont be writing assss much just bc of school and everything so yea!!

[cuteniaarts]

Hey 🗑️🔥 gang (@katkastrofa @rokurookajima @shadelorde)…

Heard you guys like feral women 😏😏😏

[lord-squiggletits]

Honestly it annoys me that pride, ambition, and generally having a big ego are always villainous/evil-coded personality traits because personally I think if you genuinely are a prodigy at what you do you are 100% within your rights, perhaps even deserving, of flaunting your skills and being proud of the fact you can do something that only a small fraction of other people can do. Is it even ego at that point if you genuinely are as good at your field/skill as you say you are? Are people not aware that becoming a prodigy at something is something that takes lifelong sacrifice and practice sometimes to the point of giving up on having a normal life, relationships, etc even potentially destroying your own health???? God I fucking hate how pride in your own skills and ambition are so villain coded all the time. As if it's evil to want to be good at something and be recognized for what you rightfully earned

[ronanlynchbf]

hell day today and i'm only two hours into my EIGHT HOUR SHIFT

[vulpinesaint]

actually going to throw the hugest fit over my parents making me do dishes. i am HAPPY to do dishes on assigned nights. it's FINE. i hate it so much but i'll get it done and if i'm having constant breakdowns over it then like. idk. maybe that's another issue that you should be looking into but it doesn't mean that i'm not up for doing the dishes. but now my mom wants to have the five of us just. do the dishes on a rotation? which is FUCKED cause i have SHIT to do! the fuck happens when i have dnd? or want to go out with a friend? or have class until late? literally worst fucking idea on earth i can do the fucking dishes but i have to be PREPARED for it. for instance don't make it so every other week i'll be fucking Doing something when it's my night to do the dishes

[retiredcultistredux]

((legit just thought of another plot point to squeeze in before chapter 2 just to give that last bit of angst/edgy shit but it's gonna be a separate post and not in 'answering an ask' format cause i have no asks still lol. tho it's a lot and i haven't started drawing it yet just making a small update post abt it))

[ulyuxe]

In the past fifty years, fantasy’s greatest sin might be its creation of a bland, invariant, faux-Medieval European backdrop. The problem isn’t that every fantasy novel is set in the same place: pick a given book, and it probably deviates somehow. The problem is that the texture of this place gets everywhere.

What’s texture, specifically? Exactly what Elliot says: material culture. Social space. The textiles people use, the jobs they perform, the crops they harvest, the seasons they expect, even the way they construct their names. Fantasy writing doesn’t usually care much about these details, because it doesn’t usually care much about the little people – laborers, full-time mothers, sharecroppers, so on. (The last two books of Earthsea represent LeGuin’s remarkable attack on this tendency in her own writing.) So the fantasy writer defaults – fills in the tough details with the easiest available solution, and moves back to the world-saving, vengeance-seeking, intrigue-knotting narrative. Availability heuristics kick in, and we get another world of feudal serfs hunting deer and eating grains, of Western name constructions and Western social assumptions. (Husband and wife is not the universal historical norm for family structure, for instance.)

Defaulting is the root of a great many evils. Defaulting happens when we don’t think too much about something we write – a character description, a gender dynamic, a textile on display, the weave of the rug. Absent much thought, automaticity, the brain’s subsconscious autopilot, invokes the easiest available prototype – in the case of a gender dynamic, dad will read the paper, and mom will cut the protagonist’s hair. Or, in the case of worldbuilding, we default to the bland fantasy backdrop we know, and thereby reinforce it. It’s not done out of malice, but it’s still done.

The only way to fight this is by thinking about the little stuff. So: I was quite wrong. You do need to worldbuild pretty hard. Worldbuild against the grain, and worldbuild to challenge. Think about the little stuff. You don’t need to position every rain shadow and align every tectonic plate before you start your short story. But you do need to build a base of historical information that disrupts and overturns your implicit assumptions about how societies ‘ordinarily’ work, what they ‘ordinarily’ eat, who they ‘ordinarily’ sleep with. Remember that your slice of life experience is deeply atypical and selective, filtered through a particular culture with particular norms. If you stick to your easy automatic tendencies, you’ll produce sexist, racist writing – because our culture still has sexist, racist tendencies, tendencies we internalize, tendencies we can now even measure and quantify in a laboratory. And you’ll produce narrow writing, writing that generalizes a particular historical moment, its flavors and tongues, to a fantasy world that should be much broader and more varied. Don’t assume that the world you see around you, its structures and systems, is inevitable.

We... need worldbuilding by Seth Dickinson