#feeling high and sentimental rn

[stevienixxes]

even tho i don’t particularly like some of the characterizations or the book in itself, the sun and the star is so important to me. a book, coming from a major author like rick riordan, that centers around two queer characters? of course i’m going to love being represented in something that people around the world can hold in their hands and read. it feels like a part of myself is being read by the whole world and understood and????zjajahbqbahwhhwh. it even centers around their relationship, the mutual trust that it takes to walk into hell itself for each other even though there’s the nagging fear that one of them has to leave the other behind in tartarus. the way the two just love each other? so casually? it’s not a spectacle like some queer romances are, it’s just… there. just two boys in love that would follow each other to the ends of the earth and it seems so simple and so stupid to be happy about that but i just am. it just makes me happy to see that, to know that i can be seen in these characters. don’t even get me started on the ending of ToA with piper and shel — piper didn’t even feel the need to explain herself to anyone, she just was queer. she just is. and just being is one of the greatest things ever. i see myself in her and i know so many others do. it’s important for me to be able to hold these books in my hands i guess and know its real and that im never going to be alone and that someone out there sees me

^^ so important to me. so so. important

[bacchuschucklefuck]

Riz has counted four casseroles this week alone. Five, if one goes by the method of cooking, but Yelen's scary when she's crossed, and calling her burek by its proper name is important to her, so Riz does her the courtesy and doesn't include it in his mental tally.

He holds the tupperware over his head to keep it out if the way as he takes careful steps over the piles of notes in his path. The dockman case just closed, relevant documentations handed over to relevant personnels, evidences dealt with as needed; all he has lying around now is just record of the process and traces of himself thinking through it. Unsurprisingly they still haven't invented a surface more convenient for people under five feet who like to pace to put pieces of paper on than the ground.

Actual records go into the case folder with the other documents. Anything else with at least one side still blank is going to the school kids in the block - they chew through an astounding amount of paper just learning arithmetic. The rest is for the recycling basket.

Later. It's his mandated lunch break right now.

Riz sits down in front of the corner file cabinet. In an office often overrun with papers and strings and sometimes even thumbtacks, he's never really managed to clutter up this exact square of surface like every other ones. Ever since the bottom drawer rattled for no discernible reason a day long past, his eyes have always just kinda decided to slide across the space without acknowledging it.

It's years out, now. Riz doesn't know why he thought it such a big deal anymore, back then. He wasn't scared, he doesn't think. Not anymore. Maybe just uncomfortable with the idea that certain things persist despite all efforts to change.

He opens the tupperware. Dame Carabelle's experiment greets him with enough spice in the aroma alone to knock out a small mammal. When he chopped the vegetables for this casserole he couldn't really imagine the eventual heft of it, evident even through just these few ladles' worth, maybe weighing heavier for being still warm. His folk eat more through the smell and the textures and the aftertastes than the taste itself. His folk's meal is really the cooking rather than the eating. The eating is the meal's end.

"Hey," he tells the file cabinet's bottom drawer. "Um."

It's the anniversary. Riz doesn't know the exact date of his dad's death; nobody currently alive does. He and Mom both use the date of the funeral, though as he moved out to Bastion and then got more directly involved with Interplanar he hasn't really been going to Dad's grave as much. Doesn't seem like very efficient use of his time, catching a train or borrowing a car or spending a whole spell slot on going somewhere he knows Dad isn't at. They're sorta coworkers now. They talk on and off every other week between missions. When he goes now, it's just to clean up the place, keeping the landmark tidy and respectable.

Without that work to mark the date he doesn't really know what it serves anymore. But he still remembers it. Still takes note, absently or not, when it comes around.

There's not really a good way to tell the drawer that. Riz looks for another way to start the... conversation, hopefully. The question at play, he'd guess, is why he's doing this. He's been pretty content ignoring all the rattlings and the knocks from inside and the times it sits slightly ajar without him ever opening it himself; hell, he still uses the three drawers on top of it. Space is fucking precious in Bastion.

Precious enough to finally fix this damn drawer so he gets his turn to use it? Riz asks himself. Is that what we're getting to? Then he dismisses the thought - he didn't manage to fix it the times he actually tried, let alone-- now. When he doesn't really care that much to.

That's probably a good place to start. "'s fine if you keep being in there, turns out," Riz says.

The lunch hours are quiet in the block, sleepy and bright with the brief window of sunlight that manages to break through roof overhangs and extended balconies and laundry lines and climbing vines. Riz's work isn't loud here (the loud parts happen away from his office, if everything goes right), but the fragment of early summer heat reflected in the steady warmth his meal still carries compels him to lower his voice even more. It makes the words feel intimate, in a way he's never been familiar with - if he says something he just says it. He doesn't whisper. If he gives his friends something, he gives it open-palm. He's found out, along the way, that people usually don't think of rituals and courtesies the way he does.

Small voice for a diminished monster. "You know why I think so?" Riz asks. "Because almost two decades ago you kidnapped me and almost killed me, and now you rattle a drawer in my office."

It doesn't sound as much like a taunt as Riz wanted it to; the drawer has made a lot of noises again this morning when he checked the calendar, and he was definitely annoyed at it. Now, though, facing it like this after cooking the whole morning with more grandparents and peers from the block than he can count on both hands to cater for a tenant union meeting, he thinks the annoyance has morphed. Changed shape.

It has the shades of something like pity. Riz is not prone to pity, and especially not at these kinda matters. It's slightly maddening that he coheres perfectly outside of this one spot. That he commands his spaces, except for a drawer.

He puts the tupperware onto the floor between himself and the cabinet. "I know we're aware it's the anniversary," he says at the drawer. "You do this every year. You make a ruckus every time I decide to go do my job instead of mooching off my friends' aircon, and every time I get an invitation to some stupid social thing I want to turn down, and every time one of the old people tries to introduce me to a child or a nibling, because being a bachelor over thirty is weird," he pinches the bridge of his nose. "I have three fucking jobs. I love doing my fucking jobs. I'm forcing funds into infrastructures. You're never leaving, are you."

The drawer vibrates lightly. It's a very, very mild acknowledgement, considering the history of reactions Riz has gotten from this thing. Riz thinks it's emanating joyous agreement, or satisfaction.

It only sharpens the pity. Riz doesn't like that, but it's how it is. That's, ultimately, the lesson he's been taught over and over and over again, just by existing as himself, turned every which way by space after space that don't see him eye-to-eye: it's not like he'd quit living over any of it. It's not like any of it can sand off these fundamental pieces of him.

He's outgrown a lot of things, he's found out. Again, and again, and again. A childhood home, a yearly trip, a monster.

"'s probably scary for you, huh?" He asks. "Because I left."

He thinks he hears joints creak that sound like you did. Probably the way a scorned lover would say it, in a movie or a yellowback. He has no more connection to the idea than he did as a kid. Less, because it doesn't even scare him.

"That's what it is, right? That it's the anniversary, and I'll never be like Dad." He raises a knee from the floor, pulls it back closer to him. Slings an arm over it. "You love to remind me. The thing is, Dad also left. He loved Mom and he loved me, and none of us wanted it to happen, but it still did. Because love does fuckall to make anyone stay on its own."

He's long past being bitter about it. It's just the facts. Once upon a time he looked into the future and the specter of his friends' happily-ever-after casted lightless, fathomless shadow over him. Love, marriage, that kind of devotion, to a fifteen-year-old with more solved cases than friends seemed so eternal. Final.

But you can only watch your friends build up apps' worth of jilted lovers for so long before getting over it.

"You know what I learned?" Riz tells the drawer. "Love doesn't make anyone stay. Project management does."

He stands up, and picks up the tupperware of Dame Carabelle's casserole, that he helped make, that he helped share with a block's worth of neighbors and members of a community he's at home with, and goes sit at his desk to eat. "Last chance to get any," he drops an offer over his shoulder as he walks away.

He doesn't eat all of his share in one go. What he's spared he leaves on the desk when going outside for a smoke break. Baron looks the exact same as when he saw them last, when he catches a glimpse; they haven't grown at all. They aren't there when he comes back inside, but the leftover has gone days-old cold, like someone's sucked the future out of it.

[noxtivagus]

how fleeting huh

[elix8r]

Monkey Bars (sjy) - Teaser

PAIRING: jake sim x fem!reader

GENRES: smut, fluff, crack, college au, frat au, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, maybe the slightest bit of angst?

TEASER WC: 0.35k once again i have no clue how long this is going to be but from what i feel rn it’s gonna be another long one and it’s also going alot slower than pink whitney rip ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა

SUMMARY:  Jake Sim was like the epitome of the perfect fourth-grade boyfriend. He had it all – being a year older automatically put him on the cool list (which in turn also boosted your popularity), genuinely kind, and very cute. But then, the earth-shattering truth that he was a two-timing cheater hit you like a ton of bricks. You caught him red-handed, holding another girl's hand and it devastated you beyond measure. So of course, in your nine-year-old mind, there was only one deserving punishment – a forceful push off the monkey bars during recess, resulting in a broken arm. 

And so, the battle lines were drawn. You and Jake became sworn enemies, a feud that carried on even into college. You saw him as a total fuckboy who always knew how to get under your skin, while he saw you as a snobby bitch who thought she was better than everyone else. But fate, in its twisted sense of humor, had other plans. Out of a class brimming with a hundred other possibilities, it was Jake who ended up being your assigned partner. 

Clearly, the world had favorites and you weren’t on that list.

THE FRAT DIARIES MASTERLIST

As Waka Flocka's "No Hands" reverberated through the pulsating house, your body instinctively moved to the infectious rhythm, the alcohol adding to the blissful sway. Suddenly, a strong arm snaked around your shoulders, and the intoxicating scent of cologne filled your senses. Your body melded snugly with theirs before they leaned in, whispering into your ear.

"What's your name?" His voice jolted you, instantly recognizable and sobering. Slowly, you turned your head to face him.

Jake fucking Sim. 

Out of all the people in the world, of course, it was him. The realization seemed to mirror his own sentiment, evident from the annoyance etched across his face. Disgusted, you pushed him away, eager to distance yourself from his unwanted proximity.

"Oh, fuck no. Fuck off," you shot him a withering look, brushing at your shoulders as if trying to wipe away any remnants of his presence.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" His question only served to reinforce your belief in his sheer stupidity. You rolled your eyes, mustering up the patience to respond.

"Really, Jake? Why do you think you dumbass?" The realization hit you that Epsilon Nu was the frat Jake belonged to, instantly eroding any remaining respect you might have had for the house.

"No way you got a bid from AES," he exclaimed incredulously, disbelief radiating from his eyes. "Only hot and cool girls go AES, and obviously, you're neither."

"You've clearly become even dumber since high school 'cause it seems like you've forgotten that I'm a triple legacy," you emphasized, feeling your blood pressure rise with every passing second of the encounter.

"Whatever, get away from me," he retorted, his face still contorted with disdain, prompting a scoff to escape your lips.

"You're the one who came over to me, you asshole." With that, the two of you abruptly turned away from each other, stomping off in opposite directions, each eager to put distance between yourselves. The excitement and joy that had previously filled bid day were now replaced by a sour mood.

Leave it to Jake to ruin everything.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: jake is so mean in this story but i love him sm like it’s so fun to write when both your main characters are assholes lmao it adds spice like this is already such a different vibe than pink whitney despite being in the same universe but i love it (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) 

[slut4msby]

i miss you. iwaizumi hajime x reader

+ tags & warnings; pure fluff (for a change) :3

+ a/n; i need myself a hajime iwaizumi (27) athletic trainer so bad rn its not even funny i want him so badly and i could treat him so well, he can take out any stress and/or anger on me pls i love hajime iwaizumi (27) athletic trainer pls let me be like ur pretty little house wife hajime iwaizumi (27) athletic trainer

“I miss you, Hajime. I miss you so much it’s not even funny. The whole house feels so empty without you here. How has it only been three nights…” You ramble through the phone to your fiance. He had left to go on a work trip to a very important match. You and Iwaizumi both knew there was no way he was getting out of it.

“Mhm? Is that right darling?” He responded, “I wish you were here with me…” Iwaizumi sounded exhausted from the strenuous exercise and work he was doing. You wanted to take care of him like you would always do after his long weeks. Sitting down together, you giving him a back massage, him rambling on about his day. It was one of your favourite intimate moments to spend with your partner. “Laying here with me, in my arms. Kissing me…” 

“Hajime, you get so clingy when you are lonely.” You chuckle. Despite being a tall and well-built masculine man. He was always a massive cutie, and you adored his soft side. It always felt so personal in contrast to the version of Iwaizumi everyone else saw. He cared so much about not only you but everyone. 

“Mhm, can’t help it.” 

“Whatever, you big loser. I’m gonna head to bed now, I’ll talk to you in the morning, yeah?”

“Of course, darling. Sleep well, I love you.”

“I love you too, Haji.”

You hate to admit it but that night was the hardest night yet. Something about how clingy Iwaizumi was tonight sent butterflies to your stomach. Your big beefy boyfriend's weakness was you. His pretty little fiance. Your bed felt empty, lacking the usual warmth from Hajime’s proximity, leaving a noticeable void behind you.

It had now been two nights since that phone call. Your eyes open the next morning, waking up to the familiar tone of the empty house. Despite the day ahead, thoughts of Iwaizumi linger in your mind. You missed him more than ever right now, all you wanted was to feel the embrace of your partner. 

As the evening approaches, you find yourself yearning for the comforting sound of his voice. Dialling his number, you eagerly wait for him to pick up. The exhaustion from his work trip is evident in his tone, but the warmth in his voice brings a sense of relief.

"Hajime, how was your day?" You inquire.

"Long and tiring," he sighs, "but I can't wait to come home."

"I can't wait to see you, Haji. The house feels incomplete without you, I feel incomplete without you" you confess, a genuine sentiment underlying your words.

"I feel the same way, darling. I miss you more than words can express," he admits, his voice softening.

“I need you, Hajime.”

“I know, Y/N. I’m not any better than you.” Hechuckles in a deep, hearty manner.

God his laugh could bring you back from the dead with how it makes your body feel. 

The call ended once again for the fifth night in a row, only two more nights to go. This was the longest amount of time you and Iwaizumi had spent apart from each other since getting together. What you didn;t know was the mental toll it had on Hajime. He had initially anticipated being the strong one in this situation, but in reality, he would willingly abandon any commitment just to be with you at that moment. 

As part of the cycle you wake up again. In an empty bed, once again. Craving the touch of Iwaizumi, craving his presence. You missed waking up to him, even when he was in a deep slumber. His face soft, hair a mess. He looked ethereal, more ethereal than the vacant sheets and pillows that now occupy his usual place. 

You turn and look at your bedside table, on it is a photo frame, a photo of you and Hajime from your high school graduation. The day he had expressed his feelings to you. With a wistful sigh, you trace your fingers along the edge of the frame, reminiscing about the moment captured. As you place the photo down and get up, move out to the kitchen. You stand in front of your coffee machine and stand there as the espresso pours out. Next to the coffee machine sat Iwaizumi’s mug. The mug he would use every morning, as you two would sit cuddled up on the couch before the day started, just sitting and basking in the feeling of being with each other. It was a large blue mug, nothing special but it belonged to Iwaizumi Hajime.

You take your usual seat on the couch, turning on the TV to whatever shitty news station was last left on. You try paying attention to the weather or whatever, she was talking about. Before it moved onto the sports section, more specifically volleyball. You look around at the familiar faces of Hajime’s team, but no sight of Hajime. You were hoping maybe you could catch a glimpse of your boyfriend on the screen, but nothing. You let out a sigh, before taking another sip from the mug in front of you.

You are truly in a world of your own when you get interrupted by the door opening. You had sworn you had locked the door, you freeze still. 

“Goodbye cruel world.” You think to yourself.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice says softly, your head darting around to see someone standing in the doorway, removing his shoes. Not just anyone, your someone. 

“HAJIME?!” You shout with excitement.

Your heart skips a beat as you leap off the couch, abandoning all composure. There, standing in the doorway, is Iwaizumi Hajime – your massive, cutie of a boyfriend who was supposed to be away on a work trip. Disbelief and joy flood your senses as you rush towards him, practically throwing yourself into his waiting arms.

"Hajime, you're back!" you exclaim, your voice a mixture of surprise and delight.

He chuckles, his strong arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. "Couldn't stay away any longer, could I?"

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you pull back slightly to look at him. "But the match? The work trip?"

“I wrapped things up early for you.”

“They let you?” You questioned.

“Told them I was sick.”

“You can’t just lie like that, Hajime.” You say playful hitting his arm.

"Turns out, I couldn't bear to be apart from you either.” He says kissing your head, “and technically not a lie, I was sick of not seeing you, darling.”

A surge of emotions overwhelms you, and you can't help but pepper his face with excited kisses. Iwaizumi responds with laughter, his deep and hearty laugh filling the room. The void that haunted the past nights dissipates, replaced by the warmth of his presence.

He places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Missed you too much. Couldn't resist coming back to my pretty little fiancée."

As you both settle on the couch, Iwaizumi takes the mug from the coffee table, the familiar blue one he always used. "Missed this mug," he remarks with a smirk.

With a playful eye roll, you reply, "Yeah, well, I missed you using it."

As the TV continues to drone on in the background, you find yourself caught up in the joy of the unexpected reunion. The cycle that seemed endless has been broken, and the empty bed, the vacant mug, and the lingering void are now filled with the presence of Iwaizumi.

©slut4msby.

[1eoness]

thanks for replying dear! also what pet names do you think leon would use for a so im so curious i keep thinking on babe and maybe even bunny for some reason ??? lol

HII ANON i have a long weekend and im taking a brief breather from writing today rn but i saw this so why not

other than your name rolling off leon's tongue affectionately? i think leon really really likes calling you names that make you feel cared or adored for :3

also i'm not sure if ur comfy w nsfw so ill put a seperate sectioning.

cw: just leon and the petnames he uses on gn! reader; with a VERY short nsfw snippet, only 17+ >:(

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other than your name rolling off leon's tongue affectionately? i think leon really really likes calling you names that make you feel cared or adored for :3 but he doesn't really use any uhm.. creative nicknames cus hes a fucking loser. but regardless he has his sentiment to them nd thats what matters hehe

sfw

"oh, sweetheart.." ♡ leon uses 'sweetheart' often when either of you feel vulnerable.

"oh—you okay, baby?" he murmurs before he stifled a laugh, seeing you accidentally hit your head against a pole. ♡ leon uses this in sudden or mild moments

you see leon immediately approach the foyer when he hears you're finally home. "why didn't you call me, my love?" he murmurs lowly before placing a kiss on your forehead, his hands coming to take your raincoat off. ♡ leon uses this as a greeting whenever he misses you or when he knows he'll miss you when you go out.

"...my sweet baby." he coos in a sleepy and inaudible whisper while he cradles your slumbering little head to his heart. ♡ leon mostly uses this when he remembers he has you all to himself! [sometimes it's 'sweet little girl/boy']

or sometimes leon just babbles with your face in his hands, kissing it all over while you activate his cute aggression. "you're always so good to me, bunny.." he murmurs incomprehensively atop the crown of your hair. and if you get all eager or shy u just make him melt!!

v nsfw! v (hehe.. may or may not be a snippet)

"l-leoon! ngghh... hngg..ah!~" you plant your mouth onto the soft fabric, leon's hand on the back of your head keeping you face-down while he pummels into you with reckless abandon.

he moans lowly as he drags his cock further in your clenching little hole, watching your sweetness pour while you cry helplessly into his comforters. "poor bunny, can't even think... uhh.. hmff.. f-fuuck..." leon coos with mock-sympathy, dragging a bellicose groan out of him— he pulls your hair back lightly, a gentle yet controlling grip; like he were pulling on a bunny's ears. he adjusts your hips up again, coercing a high-pitched whine out of you as he thrusts faster into where he knows you're sensitive. he wouldn't give his dumb little bunny the light of day, your blabbering voice now unmuffled and falling satisfactorily to his ears ♡

[goldenspringmornings]

thinking of cassian this morning unfortunately and it’s something I’ve mentioned in tags on other people post but I just gotta yap about it again real quick.

I’ve never understood how or why cassian is so insistent is the best word I can think of rn on his ‘bastardy’ and how hard his life is cause iirc wasn’t he practically adopted into the high lords family at like, 10??? when he and rhys were in the windhaven training pits practically torturing azriel??? cassian almost definitely doesn’t know any other life aside from one of privilege just by virtue of calling rhys ‘brother’ and later being Illyria’s General which leads me into my next point:

yeah no shit the illyrians don’t respect you cassian you’re a race traitor stupid. all he ever does is complain about how backwards and savage illyrian’s are all while lamenting how he can’t do anything to change them but he ‘still has hope for his people’. cassian is just as trapped in the cycle of abuse as any other male illyrian he just can’t see it cause he’s sulking about his own personal trauma 500+ years later and hung up on all of rhysand’s platitudes and conformist rhetoric. and even if he did see it he wouldn’t do anything about it imo cause that would mean having to confront the fact he’s been complicit in the very cultural things he’s always been so derisive of. which leads into my next, and hopefully last, point:

ik a lot of people were/are of the opinion that acosf should have been about cassian and nesta and reforming illyria over….whatever that was….and while I don’t disagree with the sentiment (sf is my mortal enemy) I personally feel that illyria is so deeply tied to azriel and his specific internalized racism that inserting cassian into that ticking time-bomb would be detrimental to all of illyria in the end (not that I expect sjm to even touch on such a nuanced and heavy topic unless she gets to play white savior). I simply refuse to believe that illyrian culture is war and abuse and misogyny, there has to be more to it than that and I don’t think cassian is the one that could explore the true underlying culture of illyria because he doesn’t care- he doesn’t want illyria to change for the better, he just wants it to not be so embarrassing imo. cassian to me reads as a character incredibly ashamed of where he came from and found validation in people telling him he’s ‘not like the other illyrians, you’re special, you’re better than them’ because, referencing my first point, cassian was raised in the household of the high lord, he’s been both purposefully and unintentionally othered from his own people and so can’t see how and why they’re truly suffering and how to best help them

[natsuslover]

ur account is so cutee !!

do you have any erasermic headcanons? (*^^*)♡

aww tysm! 🫶

and ofc i have erasermic headcanons they’re so chaotic i love them so much. i didn’t know if u wanted platonic or romantic so i just wrote platonic bc i have more hcs for that 😭😭

ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic erasermic headcanons ੈ✩‧₊˚

notes— i’m rewatching mha rn so i’m actually really excited to write all these mha headcanons

ft. shota aizawa, present mic (idk his real name)

warnings: very light spoiler in one of them i think

present mic gossips about the students ALL. THE. TIME. (mostly complaining or like random tidbits of tea but it’s harmless) to aizawa but he doesn’t really pay attention lmao.

except from time to time when mic says something that’s so clearly not the truth and aizawa just has to correct him.

when mic asks aizawa how he knows so much about the students aizawa’s like “they just tell me” which gets mic somewhat ticked off because the students never go to him for anything lol.

when aizawa’s teaching class present mic just randomly pops in from time to time to “shake things up”

he blatantly interrupts the lecture and goes up to the podium and gets all sentimental while dramatically retelling the students stories of his and aizawa’s high school days.

meanwhile aizawa just whips out his sleeping bag and uses the time to take a much needed nap.

really i think present mic does that on purpose because he KNOWS aizawa doesn’t sleep enough so it’s his own way of caring.

both of them just sit and reminisce about their high school days every once in a while because they want to remember the good things about shirakumo :(

aizawa’s not the most sentimental person (at least he doesn’t show that side very much) so present mic is one of the only people who gets to see aizawa when he’s really emotional.

they’re literally the grumpy x sunshine, golden retriever x black cat, opposites attract trope.

aizawa always pretends to be annoyed or exhausted by mic’s presence but everyone knows that’s not true.

despite acting like he doesn’t care he’s actually really appreciative of present mics friendship.

aizawa often goes through tough times with all his students (especially izuku, shoto, and katsuki) getting dragged into situations because he cares and worries about them, and present mic is there cheer him up and reassure him that everything will be fine.

present mic has a really optimistic outlook on life which usually uplifts aizawa’s pessimistic attitude.

whenever it comes to lesson plans both of them help each other out to the best of their abilities because neither of them enjoy planning stuff out.

honestly, i feel like even though they were friends in high school, their bond truly got stronger when they started teaching and because of their students.

random but one time in high school present mic dyed aizawa’s hair blond while he was sleeping at a slumber party.

the next morning aizawa woke up to mic’s relentless giggling, looked in the mirror, and was too tired to even care his hair was yellow lmao. he just looked at mic like “seriously dude?” and continued to wash his face.

but when present mic looked in the mirror he noticed that aizawa lowkey looked better than him in his signature hair color and immediately ran to the store to find black hair dye to dye it back.

after all, there’s no way he’d live it down if aizawa started pulling more girls than him…

unbeknownst to everyone else, aizawa and mic have super smash bros competitions every weekend (mic’s idea obviously)

aizawa wins

every time lmao

mic gets super pissed off about it because aizawa’s not even trying like 95% of the time and he’s STILL unbeatable.

present mic hates olives and aizawa doesn’t mind them, so whenever they get food with olives in it, mic spends time picking out EVERY olive and puts them in aizawa’s food.

they both like spicy food but while present mic is huffing and puffing and hakahajcahak-ing through his food, aizawa doesn’t even have a single drop of sweat on his face.

whenever they want to skip a teacher meeting, they use each other as excuses.

like “oh shit mic just uh… fell off a mountain i have to go help him brb” or “damn looks like eraser broke his foot gotta go check!”

they’re both dedicated teachers but sometimes those meetings can get sooo tedious.

aizawa often has to help present much grocery shop even at his grown age because man does NOT know how to shop like an adult lmao.

aizawa’s telling mic how he needs more onions because he ran out but in a split second the entire cart is filled with an entire year’s worth of snacks and junk food.

one glare from aizawa and poor present mic is putting back every single food item that he got lol.

mic is without a doubt the yapper of the duo.

like bro doesn’t know when to shut up and aizawa just goes along with it because that means he doesn’t have to talk as much.

actually aizawa’s like zoned out the whole time but present mic doesn’t really care he just likes that he can talk without interruption.

both of them are such opposites it just works out somehow and i really love that for them.

ok so this is really rushed and def not my best work but my brain is so fried rn i can’t think of anything so i hope this works 😭 i’ll definitely do more erasermic hcs later on when i can actually think tho.

[kamomie]

This is kind of a view on q!Bad's current personality and it's heavily based on my own experience with my personality and how quickly people will define you by your worst traits during your worst moments. I Mostly wrote this for my own peace of mind but feel free to read and engage however you want :D

I've been seeing the sentiment that q!Bad is being his true self rn, because he snapped and went "back"(?) to his true self.

I disagree. q!Bad isn't being the person he "really" is. He's being the person he becomes under extreme emotional distress.

Was he always a good manipulator? Yes. Was he always hypocritical? Yeah. Was he always paranoid? Yep. Was he always somewhat morally dubious and willing to do what others wouldn't? Yeah.

Did he ever really cause harm to anyone before this arc? Not really. He annoyed people a lot, but it was never the way it is now.

All his worst traits have amplified and his good traits are somewhat surpressed. And he has traits that are unusual for him. Like, he's been awfully meaner to people and doing dangerous pranks that he normally wouldn't. He was always capable of a degree of cruelty and violence, but not towards his friends.

The worst part is before the eggs went missing he was dealing with a lot of emotional turmoil, after the furniture shit and being imprisoned on no proof. Like it has been shit upon shit for q!Bad lately. Like his trust issues have been sky high, and it really culminated today, with him telling q!forever outright that he's not welcome in his home...

Anyways, the person q!Bad was when he was stable/"under normal conditions", was kind, caring, helpful, trustworthy/reliable, protective, paranoid, childish, hypocritical, a bit of a liar, and a bit of a manipulator. That was so much more his true self than what he is now.

However this arc is one that might permanently alter how q!Bad is as a person. I honestly don't see him return to how he was before and if he does, it'll take awhile.

I'm sad.

[dear-kumari]

Getting my meanest criticism out of the way rn

Arthur I'm sorry that your parents died but did your childhood poem about mourning them have to be so long. Like it looks shorter in the transcript than it felt while listening to it, but 14 verses is still an awful lot. I like the adolescent amateur quality of it, that's fine and expected, but you can't be carrying around all 56 lines of that in your head along with the best of Robert Frost. Give John the abridged version, please, this is probably really awkward for him

Ep 20 is just so, so heavy on the cloying sentimentality between that and the cute animal death that I do think I nearly dropped the show because of it. I went from binge-listening to taking several weeks to get through it (though I resumed my binge immediately after). It's supposed to be the emotional culmination of their journey but came off as manipulative and contrived to the point of cringe. I hate to sound unfeeling, but the whole time I was like can you guys try to strategize about confronting the King instead of reciting eulogies and crying. Or strategize while crying, that's fine, just — something. Anything. The show is about their emotions, yes, but it's also ostensibly about surviving horrors and outwitting powerful forces. Kayne cuts the latter out of the equation almost entirely by handing Arthur the special object he needs for the climax and essentially telling him what to do with it. And then Arthur does it! He spends more brainpower puzzling out what he's supposed to do with the dagger than considering that maybe he shouldn't go along with the desires of the mass murderer he just met. He says the predetermined nature of their journey makes him feel powerless, but the only thing they try to do differently is head deeper into the city. Arthur is a defiant atheist whose big "fuck you" to an actual god is … to attempt to follow the advice of another, more powerful god, by slitting his own throat. Awesome.

This isn't even about the poem anymore but while I'm here, I don't like Kayne. He's not fun, he's not funny, he's not a particularly threatening villain and he fucking killed my little meow meow. The fandom take on him is basically Bill Cipher for adults, which is cool, but canon Kayne doesn't live up to the hype. His "carrot and stick" for Jorthur are too good and too bad, respectively, to be true, making it yet another case of raising the stakes way too high for the audience to truly care. He's also a trickster who straight-up lies rather than one who cleverly exploits loopholes, so it's not like it'll be that surprising when he doesn't honor his deal with them.

I mean, there is an actual kernel of genius in how Kayne is this kinda Christian-themed evil God (omniscient, daughter is "Lilith," jokingly answers to "Jesus Christ," encourages Arthur to listen to his Christian FIL and sacrifice himself) who is essentially offering the protagonists Heaven if they obey him or Hell if they fail. If Jorthur actually learn to see him as an abusive bullshitter with empty promises/threats of eternity ("this too shall pass" taken so far as to break the established eternal cosmic mythos RGU style), I will happily admit that that's a cool deconstruction of the existential dread at the heart of Lovecraft. I think they're just gonna luck into beating him with the Blackstone tho, or maybe he'll win bc he's the author self-insert and Jorthur will get their "happy" ending too, idk. Whatever happens, I don't think I'll stop finding him annoying. Just like that dumb orphan's shitty poetryyyy okay sorry I didn't know how to tie the post together after all that

[elly99]

us without me IV: new jeans

A story series from the perspective of Mia (fem!Reader/OC) as she goes through her memories and recounts falling in love with her best friend in high school, Minji. She suffers in silence until she breaks and it all comes crashing down.

Part 4 of 7. Check here for more details. Reading previous parts for context is encouraged. CW for language.

“Mia-ya,” she calls from behind her locker door.

“Mmm?”

“You wanna do something this weekend?”

“I dunno. Just relax, I guess.”

“You don’t wanna do something together?” She closes her locker, revealing her face pouting at you.

There were so many things you wanted to do together. But you bury those ideas under the books you stuff into your own locker.

“Did you have something in mind?”

“Nothing in particular. Just something with you.”

Fucking hell.

“Well, I think I need new jeans. Help me pick out some?”

You catch her smiling to herself.

“What?”

“Nothing.” She giggles. “I’ll tell you later.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“I’ll tell you later!”

“김민지 이상하다.”

Before closing your locker you notice a tiny bear sticker on the door.

“How did this get here? We’re only a month in and you’ve already started vandalizing my locker?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, bro.”

“Is this why you were laughing at me?”

“No, no! But I will admit it’s funny how you only noticed it now. And also how easy it was to guess your code.”

“Wait, yeah! How the fuck did you know?”

“Mia! No need to be so angry that your best friend knows you so well.”

It slowly dawns on you. “You remembered the date?”

“Of course! The day we got these,” she says, lifting her ring finger up to your face. “It was my idea after all.”

You look down at your own fingers. And you start to feel your sanity slowly slipping through them.

“To be fair, it did take me a couple of tries before I got it. But still… I know you’re sentimental like that, so it wasn’t hard.”

As she proudly struts away to the cafeteria you spot her applying lip balm - the same one you used.

You thought you’d buried it in your locker along with everything else but you find yourself powerless to stop the idea of kissing her making its way back into your mind as the lip balm touches her lips.

-

The smell of spring wafted in through the open bedroom window. You had your phone to text her in one hand and the chocolate bar she got you on the walk home in the other.

so we’re just going shopping tomorrow?

yeah unless u had something else u wanted to do

wanna watch a movie?

huh? i thought u didnt like movies

yeah but i just want to spend time with you and i know you like going to the cinema so

You admire the blue ring on your finger and laugh.

My girlfriend really likes me, doesn’t she?

As long as you had it on you could pretend. So you never took it off.

i just checked and there arent any movies showing rn that im interested in

wanna come sleep over at my place then? we can watch the movies we want

wow u really wanna spend time with me huh

you got a problem with that bro?

no its just ur being sweeter than usual idk

well i do have something really important to tell you and i just wanna spend the day together so we can talk about it

No, Mia. It can’t be what you think it is.

is this what u were being so secretive about earlier?

yeah

why so serious bro is everything ok?

yeah everything’s perfect! i just want to tell you in person

No. Fucking. Way.

why not now?

i’ll tell you tomorrow dw

you promise?

of course! i’ll pick you up at 10? or is that too early?

no im fine with it but i doubt youll wake up that early

you’re right 😖 i’ll just text you tomorrow

sure

okie good night mimi ily 💗

good night <3

Mia, there’s just no way. Calm down. You’re being silly. You’re being delusional. Stop it.

You start laughing again at the absurdity of the situation. At the fact you were even entertaining the thought. You laugh until tears start pooling in your eyes. Until you forget why you were laughing in the first place. Until the tears fall and you find yourself crying into the night.

-

i’m up

congrats on waking up before noon ig

hey i set an alarm just for you so you better be grateful

woah im so touched

we have a date today so i better be on time right? 😊

Damn it, Minji.

does that mean youll be here soon?

yeah in 30

cool

It was 11:10. You’d gotten ready to go two hours ago. But she didn’t need to know that. She didn’t need to know that you were dying to know what it was she wanted to tell you.

hey i miss you

What the fuck?

bro whats up ur never this clingy

sorry i’m just really happy

about what?

you’ll see

It was 11:11. You wish for what you’d always wished for. You knew there was no point but with her being like this and your ring still on your finger, the line between fantasy and reality had never been more blurred.

-

Waiting outside your front door, you see her approaching from down the street. Even at that distance you could see the radiant smile she was giving you.

Often you wondered what life would have been like had you not moved in just down the street from her. Had you not gone to the same school. What if the universe didn’t give you so many opportunities to get close to each other? Why did it have to give you so many reasons to fall for her? But you had no choice. This was your life now. The girl you called your best friend, the one standing in front of you, was the person you so desperately loved.

“굿모닝.”

“It’s not morning anymore. You’re late.”

“미안!” You’re reminded that every apology would sound like your name. “But I’m here now. Let’s go.”

“Don’t you have something to tell me first?”

“Later. Over dinner.” Her smile was cheeky. Teasing.

“We have dinner plans?”

“Yup. My treat.”

Your heart trips over its own beats.

“Bro, it should be my turn.”

“Mia, no. This one’s important to me.”

Then it starts to scream as it hits the ground.

“My god, Min, what’s this about?”

“Don’t worry about it! Let’s just go get your new jeans first.”

She starts laughing again and you still don’t know why.

-

“Minji! No way!” you exclaim, shopping bags filled with clothes in one hand, her hand in the other as she tugs you along to a familiar part of the mall.

She just smiles and sticks her tongue out.

“This place is expensive!”

“But it’s your favorite. So it’s where we’re going.”

“Minjiii,” you whine.

“Hey, if you really cared about me spending too much you wouldn’t have such expensive taste. You left me no choice, to be honest.”

“Bro!”

For the first time in a while you’re laughing together. For a reason you both knew.

“For real, though, Mia. It’s fine! It’s my treat, so don’t worry about it.”

“You’re so sweet, Min.”

As if that needed further confirmation, she pulls out a chair for you.

“Mia! Are you blushing?”

“What? No!” You quickly cover your face with your hands. Your ring smiles a devilish smile as you bring it close.

“Don’t fall in love, bro,” she says teasingly. But it was way too late for that.

“What do you mean? I’m just excited for the food.”

“Sure.”

With that one word her expression changes. You couldn’t quite parse it. But you convinced yourself that there was something about her face that told you that she knew. And there was nothing more terrifying.

-

As your meal comes to a close and the night slows down she finally says it.

“Mia.”

“Minji.”

“I have something to tell you.”

“I know.” Your voice falters as your heartbeats quicken. You clear your throat to hide it. “Just tell me already.”

She leans over the table, looking straight into your eyes with something like anxiousness in hers.

“I’m… I’m debuting in July.”

In that moment, as your pounding chest comes to a crashing halt, there was no greater dissonance than wanting to be happy for your best friend but being disappointed that she didn’t want to be more than that. Being excited for her future but being bitter that her future wasn’t you.

Then came rage. Fury. The dissonance between expecting, wanting, praying for her to confess and knowing that that was just a puerile, selfish fantasy you conjured for yourself. “You’re being silly again,” is what she would have said. You were so angry and there was no one else to blame but you.

“Bro, I’m so happy for you!” you strain. “All that hard work’s finally paying off!”

“Thanks, Mia,” she says softly.

“I don’t even know why you were worried you wouldn’t debut! You’re so talented. It was always gonna happen. I’m so proud of you, Min!”

“Thank you,” she repeats with her eyes.

“So, what’s the name of your group?”

She laughs once more and you finally understand why.

“NewJeans.”

“Oh my god, no wonder.”

“But don’t tell anyone, ok?”

“Of course, bro. Why would you even think I’d tell anyone?” you ask a little more aggressively than you’d like, still barely controlling your anger. Thankfully, she doesn’t notice.

“Just making sure.”

“How many songs do you have?”

“Four. And, yeah, we’ll be filming our music videos in Spain.”

“Oh, wow!” You wonder how much longer you could hide it. How much longer until she realizes you were faking it. “When are you leaving?”

“Next week. Which is why I wanted to spend time with you this weekend.”

“Wait, will you be gone for your birthday, then?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh.” You struggle to find words to say as your anger is replaced by sadness. “I’ll miss you…”

“I’m sorry! I’ll miss you, too! I promise we’ll spend lots of time together when I get back.”

“But I’m sure you’ll be really busy even then. Even more when you debut…”

“Let’s not worry about it yet, Mia! I’m still here. And I’m just happy to be with you now.”

“Me, too.” You smile weakly.

“I’ll just go pay, ok? I’ll be right back, then we can talk more about it at home. We have all night anyway!”

“Thanks, Min. For the food. For today. For everything.”

“Aww, bro, you sound so sad!” she says as she stands up. You look up at her from your chair. Seeing your hand on the table, she gently wraps hers around it and you hear the subtle clink of your rings as they touch. “I’m still here, ok? I always will be.”

You don’t take your eyes off her as she walks away. And they remain glued to her in forbidden admiration as she returns. Every time you looked at her there was always a part of you that wanted to just rush over to her and tell her everything. That she was your everything. Your first love. Now, knowing the world would soon fall in love with her, too - because you knew everyone would - that part of you wanted to keep her all to yourself.

Then there was the part of you just happy to see her. To have her in your life. Because she did make you happy. She always tried her best to put a smile on your face. She was an angel like that and today was further proof of it. And her smile - the same one you could see on her face now as she approached you - it made you feel safe. Like things were going to be alright. There was a strange, counterintuitive comfort you found in it, knowing that, even if she didn’t know your pain, she’d be there for you. She thought the world of you. She loved you like no one else could. Just not in that way. And you were happy with that. You’d have to be.

“가자.”

At the sound of her soft voice your sadness gives way to resignation. You remind yourself that it wasn’t her fault she couldn’t give you what your heart yearned for. And in doing so, you could finally, truly be happy for her.

With your hand hidden from her in your pocket, you slip your ring off with your thumb as she takes you home.

[iwriteaboutfeminism]

i worry a little about the message that because the current state of things is bad it must be the sitting president's fault.

yes biden has failed loudly in a handful of areas that progressives care about deeply and should not be sheltered from that criticism, but the fact is biden as president has done quite a bit out of the view of the media that genuinely will make this country more livable (particularly for queer people, union workers, etc.)

has the democratic party done enough to counter the rise of far right sentiment either in terms of policy or messaging? god no.

but also failing to acknowledge the things the democrats get right only reinforces this culturally conservative moment we're wading through. democrats notice the rise of right wing populism, try to triangulate to what the perceive as the new center (i.e. center-right/far-right), piss off their progressive voters, and then finally make the asshole republicans look good in comparison

again i dont want to spare biden from criticism. you're right that he NEEDS to step down if the democrats want to stand a chance in the election

but in working towards that goal, spreading a message akin to "well gas prices are super high rn fuck joe biden" that removes the complexity will only cause more disillusioned young progressives to stay home and more moderates/independents feel okay with supporting trump in spite of how god awful he is

sorry for the long rambly ask. i just wanted to throw some of these ideas around since (like basically every marginalized person in the us) i care DEEPLY about creating as much incentive as possible to vote against trump

Thanks for writing in and sharing your thoughts and perspective!

I have no problem with people talking about Biden's positive accomplishments. In fact, I think political campaigns should be much more about a candidate's positive accomplishments and plans to actively pursue future accomplishments, than to nearly exclusively fear monger (however accurately) about their opponent. People certainly understand the use of voting against a candidate, but they really do prefer to vote FOR a candidate.

Anyway, my criticism of people calling Biden our most progressive president is that it seems to overstate the facts to the extent that they threaten disbelief and ultimately lessen the effectiveness of that argument.

I think it would be more effective to list Biden's positive accomplishments in a "these are good things for a government to do, and I want to support the party/candidate who does things like this," type of way, rather than, "If you don't agree he is individually the BEST thing that has EVER happened to the American presidency, then you MUST be a filthy fascist." It's just obviously taking it too far.

Admittedly, the average American does not follow politics closely, but they're experts in their personal, everyday lives. And because people mostly don't follow politics closely, most people don't make political decisions based on ALL the available facts. They make decisions based on the information they're exposed to everyday. If Biden was as progressive a President as some people claim him to be, I promise that more people would have noticed, because most of the biggest progressive priorities are the kinds of things that would directly impact everyday life.

There is definitely a sizable list of good things that Biden has done. I think that stands on its own, and adding onto that with the claim that those things make Biden a progressive superstar only really makes people DOUBT the impact of those things because they know the superlative isn't true because that's definitely something they would have noticed. It's actually counterproductive to what they're trying to do by making that claim.

Once (hopefully) Biden steps aside, I hope the party is able to focus on the sizable list of good things they will actively pursue to make people's everyday lives better.

[langernameohnebedeutung]

Not sure if you're the right person to ask this but since you've been the only one on my dash talking about the things happening in chess rn - why the fuck are chess tournaments even separated by gender?! Like, genuinely. I can guess that it started that way thanks to misogyny and "conservative values" or some shit but nowadays? The separation in physical sports still makes sense because men do tend to have an advantage over women statistically speaking, that's all fine and dandy. But in CHESS? w h y?

Okay, this is the right ask now:

I mean, it's a difficult subject. Historically, chess was treated a "male" game, so boys were trained more thoroughly, more professionally, in far greater numbers which means that chess was largely a male sphere (which, obviously and as usual, led to the common interpretation that women are less capable at playing chess because 'hey, if they were, they WOULD be playing chess, what do you mean context matters lol' which further alienated young women and further cemented the idea of chess as a male sphere and hey, what's the point of training women to begin with).

This also had a political component: In some countries, chess was a national sport, in others it plays a minor role - which also translates into different average Elo rankings per country (so unless anyone thinks people in the Soviet Union had a magical chess gene, I think we can safely assume that training as many people as possible in chess translates into a high chance of ending up with a significant number of very good chess players. And those findings we can also apply to he gender disparity.) This also led to the usual sense of entitlement among male chess players that chess is 'for them' and that women trying to get into the game are somehow corrupting the dignity of the game or being intruders or just generally are not to be welcomed. This is something you historically often see when a space was opened to women like the first female university students who experienced a bunch of harassment at the hands of their male peers)

So all of this resulted in a scenario where a lot of male chess players were openly resentful against female chess players (translating into adverse playing conditions for female players), women on average had a disadvantage due to many of them not receiving the same training as their male counterparts (which results in lower Elo rankings) as well as the collective numerical disadvantage because men outnumbered women 16:1, which means that in pretty much any competition, the odds of a man winning were 16x higher than the chance of a woman winning.

So as a solution, the female world championship was established. And real talk, I don't have an issue with that. As I said, in chess, there are no physical denominators that would make a more sensible categorisation to even the playing field. It is also a game designed to leave little to no room for luck to determine the outcome. Women are still free to participate in the "regular" Chess World Championship, it is not restricted to men only the way most physical sports are. So this is mostly about representation and honestly, from that angle, I do understand the desire to show young girls that chess isn't a "male" thing and that they too can win and that there is a community of like-minded women (which is something I think is especially important for young girls that weren't made to feel welcome in the chess playing spaces in their direct environment). Although my long-term hope would definitely be that one day, we a) do something about misogynistic discrimination women experience in general chess and b) that enough young girls receive the training and the encouragement to play chess that one day, this whole thing is no longer an issue. Right now, the surge of chess in popularity among kids, I see that as a huge chance! This is great and I hope this causes a shift in sentiment!

(Another exception: Men and women also compete together in the equestrian categories in the Olympics. Except here with women significantly outnumbering men)

The thing is, I have yet to see any explanation for stripping trans men of their titles when they transition or stripping trans women of titles AND banning them from women's competitions that isn't…just about being a dick and harassing and humiliating trans people. Especially when the FIDE wants to document this (which btw would be highly dangerous for trans people from certain members states). Not to mention a bunch of misogynistic implications to boot by pretending that AFAB people don't have a chance against AMAB people one-on-one.

This is just bullying, plain and simple.

[worldstogetlostin]

WIP Questionnaire

Thanks @wintherlywords for the tag, this looks like fun! I've left a copy of the clean slate of questions below

Rules: Answer as many (or as few) of the questions about your WIP as you can.

1. What was the first part of your WIP that you created? The first part of the TGATWST I wrote was one of the endings of the three stories in the book lol, jumping right to the end. It's a scene where there is rain falling on a man's face and he, being in love with a god, feels it as an embrace from his lover - very sentimental and a bit mushy but what can I say, I'm a sucker for romance.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be? I think it would be like the music from The Hobbit or LoTR! Very instrumental and powerful, something that could move you.

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why? Oop that would be like picking a favourite child and I'm not going into too much detail on this WWIP as of yet (still in the very early stages and wondering if it will survive) but I definitely have characters whose voices I have figured out better than others.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story? The Hobbit, LoTR seeing as they're huge inspirations for me in everything I do lol. Maybe the inheritance Cycle and books like it? Honestly difficult to imagine anything I write having a fan base but if I had to give it a vibe I'd go with those!

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP? Motivation, every time. I have a demanding job and exams and I'm currently in the legal process of getting a house so lots of exciting things going on that usually mean I have no energy left for writing!

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them! Horses, cows and beasts lol, the WIP is set in medieval times (fantasy of course) so animals are a big part of the world, but not a huge part of the actual story.

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.) Horses, walking, some carriages for those with a little extra coin who fancy living the high life

8. What part of your WIP are you working on rn? The end of the beginning, and the beginning of the middle, which is a strange sentence to write.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your WIP do you think will draw people in? Gods and mortals and the relationships between them, found family vibes, self-loathing characters finding redemption, soldiers finding and losing faith, and lots of queer representation

10. What are your hopes for your WIP? That I can actually finish it and have it be something I am proud of.

I'll go ahead and tag (with no pressure) @verba-writing @elizaellwrites @writingmoth and @ceph-the-ghost-writer and anyone else who wants to have a go!

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

[prismaticpichu]

SephZack and 1, 10, 4? (I don't know if you ship them that way so feel free to keep it platonic)

*dropping hearts while i'm here don't mind me* -> 💖💚💛💜

Numero uno, thank you SO much for picking my favorite beans shshshsb <333 Numero dos, thank you SO much for considering my platonic taste! You rock, Pumpkin!! So much!! ❤️ (blasting all those hearts right back at ya!! ❤️💜♥️🧡🩵🧡🩵💛💙 💚 EVERYONE SHOW THAT LOVE TO PUMPKIN RN!!! Their blog is free serotonin <33 Funniest FF7 content on the internet!)

~

Which one is the better cook? ~ That honor goes to Zack!! While both SOLDIERs picked up most of their cooking skills from Angeal, Zack gets a tiny lil’ boost with the cooking experience he developed from his pre-SOLDIER days. Nothing makes the First happier than cooking cozy, classic Gongagan meals for his friend <33 And nothing makes Sephiroth happier than expanding his palette, eating some high-quality, nutrient-rich food, and getting a taste of the childhood that Zack shares with him every day. Thx to Zack, Sephiroth has never been more nourished <3 He has never felt more at peace. He has a healthy weight, a healthy complexion, and a healthy relationship with a friend who he trusts like no other.

What do they do on date night? ~ N/A ;3 Just kidding lol! It may not be a date night, but every Friday is Chocobo wings, pizza, and movie night at Zack’s place! They have respective spots on the couch, respective cushions, and one blanket that they share <3

What TV shows do they watch together, and which ones do they hide from the other? ~ Zack has gotten Sephiroth to binge the Last of Us with him—which resulted in Sephiroth having to calmly assure his shaking friend over and over and over again that a parasite will never control his mind, that he will never become a mindless, violent zombie, and that he will always be there to protect him <3 Meanwhile, Zack doesn’t have any shows he watches in secret, as he likes to share everything he finds with his bud. Sephiroth shares similar sentiments.

Except for the Pokémon Anime

[btshoseong]

👣. !!: [BANGTAN BOMB] J-HOPE ‘JACK IN THE BOX’ LISTENING PARTY EVENT SKETCH ‧₊˚

↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ author’s note , @ how has it already been just over a week since the last post bro 💀 sorry about that, just got a lotta uni enrolment stuff to get through and it’s been stressing me out <\3 anyways enjoy !!

Members are currently getting ready in the makeup room for Hoseok’s Listening Party.

J-HOPE: *making a noise of approval* “Yahhh… look at my bro! Seong-ah, is this really you?” *coming up to rest his hands on seong’s shoulders as he gets his makeup done*

SE3OUL: “Oh, the star of the show came back here to see me?!” *going in for a high-five and holding his hand, looking at each other through the mirror*

J-HOPE: “Aish, of course I had to come see you,” *dramatic disappointment that seongie doesn’t know this already* “You’re my brother since day one.”

SE3OUL: “Joon-ah, I hope you’re hearing this.” *laughing rn*

RM: *shaking his head* “Traitor of the century. Twelve years of history down the drain.”

J-HOPE: “Yah, you think I’d invite you to this event if you didn’t mean anything to me? He just wants to hear intimate sentiments from me.” *pointing over at joon*

JUNGKOOK: “Hyung, are we all gonna sit down and listen to the music?” *curious wide eyed bunny looking at seokie through the mirror*

J-HOPE: “No, you’ll get it when you see it.” *excited to reveal the surprise soon*

SE3OUL: “Either way Seok-ah is having a dance off with me. Yah, promise me right now.” *holding his pinky up*

J-HOPE: *rolling his eyes with a laugh* “This guy seriously wants to embarrass me at my own party.”

JIMIN: “I think Hoseok hyung has a waaaay higher chance of winning though.” *teasing seongie to the max*

SE3OUL: “And whose side are you supposed to be on, huh?” *playfully narrowing his eyes*

V: *raising his hand* “I will be joining the dance off too. Winner has to buy everyone chicken.”

JIN: *can’t contain the chuckle* “Wait, the winner? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

SE3OUL: “He just has that unique perspective with things.” *nodding as if it weren’t a mistake*

JIN: “Ah, but Seok-ah…” *gaining hobi’s attention immediately* “I feel uncomfortable meeting new people. Do I really have to do the meet-and-greet?”

J-HOPE: “Oh, you don’t have to do that.” *waving it off*

SE3OUL: “Ooo our shy, introverted hyung~ oldest of Bangtan.” *singsongy voice and all*

J-HOPE: “Really, if you don’t want to, then after the event is over, you can just say you enjoyed the music.”

JIMIN: “I’m seriously way more nervous!” *laughing as he pats jin*

JUNGKOOK: *first to finish hair & makeup* “Hyung, how are you gonna say hello?”

J-HOPE: “Me? It’ll be like ‘Hello, I’m J-Hope.’”

J-HOPE: “By the way, Seongie you have to lead us well.”

SE3OUL: *finally finished with hair & makeup also* “Oh me?” *pointing at himself*

JIMIN: *grabbing his finger* “No, he’s going to stay in the bathroom with me all night to keep me company.” *ensue eye smile*

J-HOPE: “No, he has to lead us through. You as well.” *pointing at both of them*

JIMIN: “I’ll jump around a lot.”

SE3OUL: “We’ll do the iconic Black Swan performance with the spin.” *patting jimin with a smile ( p.s for context: seongie takes jk’s place during the black swan mma performance )*

J-HOPE: *smiling and satisfied*

JIMIN: “Okay, let’s go then.” *grabbing both seokie and seongie’s arms*

J-HOPE: “Ah, I wish Yoongi hyung were here too.” *tsking*

SE3OUL: *leaning into the camera* “Everyone, for those of you that don’t know, our Yoongi hyung has a fever. He couldn’t make it.”

JIMIN: “I heard it was around thirty-eight degrees.” *speaking in worried pout*

Soon Hoseok heads to the venue first in order to greet guests.

The rest of the members are still gathered in the makeup room.

JIMIN & SE3OUL: *playing around with jinnie’s outfit*

RM: “Thank you for coming.” *pacing + laughing nervously + practicing what he’s gonna say*

JIN: “Yah, Namjoon-ah, how do you say hi to celebs?”

SE3OUL: “Hyung, do you know what to do? You just go to the celeb right, and say…” *dramatic pause* “Bang to the Tan to the Jin!” *ensue cringey pose here*

RM & JIMIN: *giggling amongst themselves*

JIN: “Aish… who thought bringing this guy here would be a good idea?”

SE3OUL: “I know. Your love for me is so real.” *hand on heart, feeling touched*

After all of the fun and games in the makeup room, the members arrive at the party’s venue before the event officially begins, to look around.

Bang Shi Hyuk is also present so the members pose with him, all holding drinks with a huge smile.

JIMIN & JUNGKOOK: *feeling shy so decided to hide in a corner*

SE3OUL: *can never stray too far from his babies* “Yah, what are you doing? The party’s barely begun.” *caressing jk’s hair + looking at jm*

While the members get into the mood, Hoseok is getting ready to start the event.

J-HOPE: *styling his hair rq* “I’m sweating like crazy.” *begins moving to the groove of the music*

J-HOPE: “After introducing the DJ, I’ll say ‘please enjoy the drinks and enjoy yourselves today.’” *nodding along to what the staff is telling him*

After some time, Hoseok begins to make his way onto the main stage, waving and introducing himself.

J-HOPE: “I wanted to show you that this is the vibe that this guy has, so I invited you all here today. I hope you all enjoy this event. Let’s open the box now. Open the box, let’s go!” *finishing his speech before heading off stage*

All members are endlessly enjoying listening to Hoseok’s new album and vibing with the guests. Hoseong attempts to help his babies introduce themselves and get out of their shells.

Soon the members then reunite at the photo wall. Hoseok hugs everyone tightly one by one as they begin to take individual photos with Hoseok first and then a group one.

SE3OUL: “Go Jeongguk, go Jeongguk, go Jeongguk!” *hyping his baby on the dance floor lmao*

V: *joining in with jk and dancing together*

SE3OUL: *feeling very satisfied as he takes a sip of his drink and joins in as well* “Where’s Jiminie?”

JIMIN: *speak of the devil and he shall appear* “Yah, you all just left me by myself!”

V: *grabbing jimin’s arm and guiding him* “Let loose, Min!”

SE3OUL: “Aye! Aye! Aye!” *dancing in time with the rhythm, making the rest of the boys laugh and ease up*

SE3OUL: “Yah, I think the alcohol is getting to me, dude.” *still jamming tho + encouraging taekook too*

The boys dance for quite a while, enough to leave some of them sweating so they take off for a break. But Hoseong is an undefeated dance machine!

JIMIN: “I can’t believe he’s seriously still going.” *enamoured by his bubba on the dance floor with hobi*

JUNGKOOK: “Hyung’s stamina is really no joke.” *also watching him with jm*

Soon Jin is the first to make his early departure and decides to say goodbye to Hoseok. The members all enjoyed the listening event in their own ways, and those who could, stayed until the very end.

J-HOPE: *sat out in the hallway* “I don’t know how to express how honoured I feel. Lots of people came to congratulate me, and it was such a meaningful moment. It’ll definitely go down as a great part of J-Hope’s music career.”

J-HOPE: “Please look forward to my music. Now that the event is over, there’s a vlive tomorrow and the Lollapalooza performance. There are so many things to do, and so many things to show you, so please stay excited. Thank you!” *peace-ing out*

💬 — HOSEONG’S TAGLIST.

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