#i feel so loved and valued when i listen to it

[yaniluvs]

“nerds don't date , right?”

[ 정인 ] ✷ ‎. . flirting with the chic nerd turns into something else ?

۫ 𖨂 𓈒 𝑛erdy!jeongin ₊ ‎ ‎ 𝑓em!reader ˙ . ꒷ g. fluff , humour , crack , forced proximity , classmates to lovers , uni au , fake dating , skz ensemble . 32OOw. ⎯⎯⎯ LiBRARY ⟢ cw. suggestive , as of now . ┆ 📹 ⋮ a y.jg mini series .ᐟ ֹ ₊

yani's note 𑁍ࠬܓ happy jeongin day! <3 thought this fic will end up too long (no surprise there..) so instead i'm turning into another series. ik i update all my series very slowly BUT listen, i will post freq. for this since it's a mini series !! this is pretty fast-paced, for the first chapter though. the upcoming ones may be slow-paced and not rush tho hehe. comments, likes, req./asks and reblogs are always appreciated !! send in a reply or an ask if you want to be in my mastertag, or my individual series' taglists. happy reading, love <3

the autumn air was crisp, golden leaves swirling across the university courtyard as students hurried to their morning classes. the faint scent of coffee and fallen leaves lingered in the air, mixing with the distant hum of chatter and footsteps against cobblestone paths. it was the kind of morning that made people pause for a second, taking in the poetry of the season—well, people who weren’t already running late.

you weren't late, but you sure weren’t in a rush either. the café near the library had just handed over your classic hot cocoa, still warm against your palms, and the world felt like it was moving at a slow, dreamy pace.

that was, until a familiar figure cut through the crowd like a scene straight out of a high-fashion editorial.

yang jeongin.

jeongin, the so-called nerd, of at least your year. the one with the perfect grades, the sharp jawline, and the ever-present black glasses perched on his nose. the one people assumed spent all his time buried in textbooks, immune to the chaos of university life. except, he wasn’t just a nerd—he was a walking contradiction.

because if jeongin was just a nerd, why was he stepping onto campus dressed like he belonged on a runway?

today, it was a black oversized blazer with a fitted turtleneck, silver rings glinting against his slender fingers as he adjusted the leather strap of his bag. his glasses sat perfectly on the bridge of his nose, giving him an air of quiet arrogance, like he knew he looked good but didn’t care enough to acknowledge it.

his dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d just stepped out of bed looking effortlessly perfect. and the way he walked—like the world was just a backdrop, and he was the main character—made people stare without even realizing they were doing it.

jeongin definitely had an idgaf attitude, you had thought when you first shared a class. not towards his studies—no, he was practically married to academic excellence—but towards people.

he didn’t care for the unnecessary drama, the loud parties, or the fleeting conversations about nothing. he had a small, trusted circle and didn’t entertain anyone outside of it.

which was exactly why you found it so fun to mess with him.

“morning, topper,” you called out, stepping in line with him as he made his way toward the lecture hall. “where’s the rest of your nerd squad?”

jeongin barely spared you a glance. “not a nerd,” he replied smoothly.

“yeah?” you sipped your cocoa, unfazed. “you literally corrected our professor’s math last week.”

“he was wrong,” the guy shrugged.

“yeah, but who does that?”

“a person who values accuracy,” he deadpanned, his lips twitching slightly.

you simply grinned, as you walked alongside him. your friend group always teased you for hanging around jeongin, saying you were probably the only person brave enough to bother the university’s golden boy.

he wasn’t mean, exactly, but he had a way of making people feel like they weren’t worth his time.

which was true regardless.

still, you had made it your personal mission to crack his icy exterior.

“so,” you continued, “you ever been on a date, topper?”

he slowed his pace. it was so brief that most people wouldn’t have noticed, but you caught the slight hesitation before he turned to you, raising a perfectly shaped brow.

“what?”

“a date. you know—dressing up, awkward small talk, trying to impress someone so they don’t ghost you after?” you clarified, voice laced with amusement.

jeongin adjusted his glasses, looking unimpressed. “i know what a date is.”

“great! so, have you been on one?”

for a second, he just stared at you, dark eyes unreadable behind his lenses. then, in a tone so nonchalant it almost sounded careless, he said, “no.”

you almost choked on your drink. “wait, seriously?”

he continued walking, unfazed. “yeah. why? is that surprising?”

“duh?” you huffed, catching up. “you’re, like, weirdly hot for a nerd. i thought people would be throwing themselves at you.”

he scoffed. “that’s the problem. i don’t care about people throwing themselves at me.”

you tilted your head. “then what do you care about?”

he continued walking, completely nonchalant as he gazed up. the morning sun caught the silver of his rings as he slipped his hands into his pockets, tilting his head slightly.

“why?” he mused, voice smooth as ever. “you wanna change that?”

you blinked. for the first time, you were the one caught off guard.

because jeongin wasn’t looking at you with his usual passive expression. no, there was something in his gaze—something sharp, something challenging, something that almost looked like interest.

and you, for the first time in your life, had no idea what to say.

flirting with a nerd shouldn’t be this hard.

the crisp morning air suddenly felt warmer.

you were not the type to get flustered easily, but the way jeongin had just looked at you—head tilted, hands in his pockets, voice smooth as hell—all the while walking straight ahead as if he hadn't just lowkey flirted with you—wasn’t fair.

it wasn’t nerdy. it wasn’t normal. it wasn’t jeongin.

since when did nerds flirt back?

you narrowed your eyes, stepping closer to mask your sudden loss of composure. “that sounded like a challenge.”

“maybe it is.”

you blinked. okay. this was new territory. you were used to jeongin rolling his eyes at you, shutting down your playful jabs with a bored look. not this. not him flipping the script so effortlessly.

but two could play that game.

“well, topper,” you hummed, leaning in slightly, “if you want me to take you on a date, you should just say so.”

his smirk didn’t waver, but you caught the quick flicker of his eyes—the way they darted to your lips before meeting your gaze again. he adjusted his glasses, his fingers briefly brushing against the silver rings.

“i don’t recall saying that,” he mused.

you grinned. “you didn’t deny it, though.”

jeongin exhaled through his nose, amused, before turning back toward the lecture hall. “come on. we’re already late.”

you watched him walk ahead, your heartbeat a little too loud in your ears.

what the hell just happened?

— inside the lecture hall

the class was already half-full when you and jeongin entered, the air buzzing with lazy morning energy. some students were half-asleep, slumped over their desks, while others were whispering about weekend plans.

the professor hadn’t arrived yet, but the massive whiteboard was already filled with equations from an earlier class—long, intimidating numbers that you barely had the mental energy to comprehend.

you spotted your some of your friends near the middle rows. felix, ryujin, and yeji were sitting together, with an empty seat next to the blonde. across the hall, the nerd's own 'gang'—jisung, hyunjin, seungmin, aeri and yunah—was all huddled near the front.

as you slid into the seat next to felix, he raised an eyebrow. “you were talking to jeongin again?”

“yeah?”

he leaned in, lowering his voice. “bae. people actually think he hates, like, everyone.”

you scoffed, unbothered. “well, i’m built different.”

ryujin, who was casually scrolling on her phone, smirked. “or maybe you just like hot twi— nerds.”

“he's not tw—”

yeji cut you off, nudging the other two. “what’s the bet again?”

felix only grinned. “y/n would either break jeongin’s cold exterior or completely embarrass herself trying.”

“so far, it’s leaning toward the second one.”

you groaned, shoving felix’s arm. “so i'm as valuable as a bet now?”

meanwhile, across the room, jeongin was already in his seat, casually flipping through his notes. jisung nudged him with an exaggerated smirk.

“was y/n hitting on you again?”

jeongin adjusted his glasses. “probably.”

seungmin, looking unimpressed, leaned back in his chair. “and you just let her?”

jeongin shrugged. “she's entertaining.”

aeri cackled. “you so have a crush.”

“i don’t.”

“right, right.” jisung rolled his eyes. “that’s why you’re smirking to yourself like a roblox character right now?”

jeongin’s smirk immediately disappeared. “shut up.”

— after class, the campus café

after suffering through an hour of math (or thriving through it, if you were jeongin), you found yourself at the campus café, sipping on some watermelon juice you had gotten. the café was a cozy little spot near the library, filled with the soft hum of conversations and the clinking of coffee cups. the warm lighting made the wooden interior glow, and the air smelled like cinnamon and espresso.

you were sitting with felix and ryujin when jeongin entered.

of course, he looked annoyingly good again.

and of course, he had changed his attire after class.

noon's outfit: a fitted cream turtleneck under a tailored charcoal gray coat, paired with black trousers and sleek leather boots. his silver rings caught the light as he pushed his glasses up, scanning the menu like he wasn’t aware half the café was stealing glances at him.

you sighed dramatically. “does he ever look bad?”

felix smirked. “that’s what you’re worried about?”

“no, i’m worried about myself, because apparently, i’m developing a thing for well-dressed nerds.”

ryujin raised an eyebrow. “oh? so you admit it?”

at that moment, jeongin’s gaze flickered over to you. your eyes met. and instead of just nodding or ignoring you like usual, he did something that nearly made you drop your drink.

he smiled.

not a smirk. not a teasing glance. a smile. dimples and all.

you blinked, stunned.

felix leaned in, whispering, “oh. you’re so done for.”

and for the second time today, you really had nothing to say.

the art of losing (to a nerd).

jeongin had smiled at you.

not a smirk, not an i’m-better-than-you glance, but an actual smile. dimples, soft eyes, the whole deal.

you were losing your mind.

“i—what—he—” you sputtered, gripping your juice like it held the answers to the universe. “did he just smile at me?”

felix sipped his iced coffee with an amused look. “yup.”

ryujin smirked, barely glancing up from her phone. “congratulations. you’re officially the first person outside of his nerd cult to get that privilege.”

“oh lord.”

across the café, jeongin had already turned back to the counter, unfazed. he ordered his usual—black coffee, no sugar—before casually making his way to a corner booth. he moved so effortlessly, extremely nonchalant.

you, however, were still stuck on that smile.

what did it mean? was he just being polite? was he messing with you? did he—

felix snapped his fingers in front of your face. “hello? earth to y/n? you’re staring.”

you blinked. “i am not.”

ryujin raised an eyebrow. “you totally are.”

felix leaned in, grinning. “wait. wait. are you blushing?”

“no.”

“you’re so done for,”

“first stage of denial: over.”

“i hate the both of you.”

. . .

a few days later, you were at the campus library, attempting to study. spoiler: it wasn’t going well.

the problem?

a nerd sitting across from you.

it wasn’t planned. you had been minding your own business, laptop open, notes spread out, when jeongin had materialized in front of you, dropping his books onto the table with an air of casual dominance.

“reserved seats don’t exist,” he had said when you had gaped at him.

so now, here you were. stuck at the same table, trying (and failing) to ignore each other.

you tapped your pen against your notebook, sneaking a glance at him. he was focused, dark eyes scanning the textbook like it was the most interesting thing in the world. his glasses slid down slightly, and he absentmindedly pushed them back up with a knuckle.

how was it possible for a nerd to look so effortlessly cool?

“you’re staring.”

you flinched. “observing.”

jeongin didn’t even look up. “creeping.”

you huffed, crossing your arms. “you are so full of yourself.”

a smirk. “you’re the one staring, not me.”

you scowled, ready to retort, when an idea hit them. a terrible, wonderful idea.

you leaned in slightly, lowering your voice. “you know,” you mused, “if you ever need a break from all that.. nerding, i can take you on a date.”

jeongin finally looked up, raising a brow. “are you seriously flirting with me in the library?”

“why? is it working?”

a pause. then—

jeongin leaned in too.

too close. close enough that you caught the faint scent of his cologne—something woody, expensive, unfairly attractive.

“you tell me,” he murmured.

your brain short-circuited.

felix was right. you were so done for.

. . .

you had two rules in life.

1. never get involved in unnecessary drama. 2. never—ever—fall for a nerd.

unfortunately, han jisung existed solely to ruin both of those.

the set-up (aka jisung's dumb idea)

"so, uh… i kind of need a favor."

jisung plopped down beside you in the campus café, grinning like he hadn’t just uttered the most dangerous words in existence.

you, munching on a cookie, didn’t bother looking up from the textbook you were pretending to read simultaneously. "no."

"you don’t even know what i’m asking."

"i know it’s stupid."

jisung pouted. "wow. no faith in me at all?"

you finally sighed, setting the cookie down. "fine. what’s the favor?"

jisung clapped his hands together, practically vibrating with excitement. "so, jeongin has this family thing coming up, right?"

"okay… and?"

jisung leaned in, lowering his voice like he was about to reveal a government secret. "his parents keep nagging him about dating."

"and why is that my problem?"

jisung grinned. "because you’re fake-dating him now!"

silence.

you stared. "i’m what?"

"you heard me."

at that exact moment, jeongin—who had just arrived at the café (wow magic) —froze mid-step. he turned to jisung with a glare sharp enough to cut glass.

"what are you doing? no!"

jisung pouted. "come on, dude. your mom keeps asking about your nonexistent girlfriend, and y/n is perfect for this!"

you smirked, propping your chin on your hand. "perfect, hm?"

jeongin shot you a flat look. "don’t."

jisung, ignoring him, continued excitedly, "think about it! y/n’s hot, pretty, you two already bicker like an old married couple, and—"

jeongin cut him off. "i’d rather die."

"well, damn," you muttered, feigning offense. "you could at least pretend to be a little enthusiastic about fake-dating me."

jeongin turned to you, unimpressed. "i’d rather explain quantum mechanics to a toddler than date you."

you grinned. "you know quantum mechanics?"

"that’s not the point."

jisung threw his hands up. "guys! focus! jeongin, do you want your mom setting you up with random girls?"

jeongin clenched his jaw. he hated when his mom did that. every family event ended with some aunt introducing him to their neighbor’s niece, followed by exhausting small talk and forced compliments.

his eyes flickered to you, watching him with that stupidly smug smile. you probably weren’t taking this seriously, right?

good.

because he wasn’t doing it.

"no," he finally said. "not happening."

jisung groaned. "dude. it’s one dinner."

"still no."

you leaned in, resting your elbow on the table. "you’re really against the idea of dating me?"

jeongin exhaled, looking you dead in the eye. "fake or not, i wouldn’t date you if you were the last person on earth."

you grinned. "good. that means i can flirt all i want, and you totally won’t get attached, right?"

"oh yeah? wanna bet on it?"

"oh you're on, yang. i'll flirt with you as much as i want for-"

he cuts you off, "-one month. a whole week of me buying you snacks and lunch on the line. if you win."

"hmm, scared much? why not make it three months and i'll actually leave you alone after it all?"

"oh this is fun." jisung only stared between the two.

"bet."

jisung clapped his hands together. "so it's settled! you two are fake-dating!"

"i never agreed to this," jeongin muttered.

you simply took another bite of your cookie. "too late, topper. we have a date to plan."

jeongin swore under his breath.

this was going to be a disaster.

. . .

the night of the dinner came faster than jeongin would’ve liked.

you, unfortunately, were thriving.

"so, babe," you teased, nudging him as you walked toward the fancy restaurant where his family was waiting. "are we holding hands or what?"

jeongin shot you a glare. "no."

you pouted dramatically. "you’re so bad at this."

"i don’t want to be good at this."

you sighed. "fine. but i am calling you ‘babe’ in front of your parents."

jeongin stopped walking. "don’t."

you smirked. "babe."

jeongin groaned, rubbing his temples.

this was hell.

so, the second you stepped in, jeongin’s mom beamed.

"iyennie! you made it!"

you nearly choked. iyennie?

jeongin shot you a look that screamed, say a word and you die.

you, of course, took mental notes for future bullying.

his mother, looking as happy as ever, turned to you, eyes lighting up. "and this must be your girlfriend!"

you smiled sweetly, reaching for jeongin’s arm. "yes, ma’am! i’ve heard so much about you."

jeongin stiffened. his actual nightmare was happening.

his mom clapped her hands together. "oh, she’s adorable! and so polite!"

jeongin shot you a glare.

y/n, in response, squeezed his arm.

. . .

the dinner had barely started, and jeongin already wanted to disappear.

his mom was in full hosting mode, greeting everyone at the long, beautifully decorated table like she was running a royal banquet. his dad, more relaxed but equally nosy, sat at the head of the table, eyeing jeongin and you like you two were the most interesting thing in the world.

and then, of course, there were the relatives.

the visiting relatives.

which jeongin had not been informed about.

"aunt nae is here?" he whispered to his mom in horror as they took their seats.

"of course! she and minji wanted to see you, and they had to meet your girlfriend," his mom whispered back, beaming.

jeongin shot a look at you, who was way too comfortable in this situation, greeting his relatives like you'd been part of the family for years.

he exhaled sharply. this is fine. one dinner.

you turned to him, grinning. "jeonginnie, babe, scoot closer."

jeongin flinched. "what the hell did you just call me?"

"jeonginnie," you repeated, full of amusement, before turning to his mom. "it’s my nickname for him. cute, right?"

his mom melted. "oh, that’s adorable!"

jeongin clenched his jaw, gripping his fork like it was his last lifeline.

you were having the time of your life.

"so, y/n," jeongin’s dad started, leaning back in his chair. "tell us about yourself. what are you studying?"

you smiled, setting your chopsticks down. "music and literature."

jeongin’s mom clasped her hands together. "oh! a creative soul!"

jeongin muttered under his breath, "more like a chaotic soul."

you kicked him under the table. he barely held in a grunt.

one of jeongin’s aunts, a well-dressed woman in her late fifties, eyed you curiously. "and how did you two meet?"

before jeongin could stop you, you smoothly responded, "in the library. he was too shy to talk to me at first, so i had to make the first move. such a baby, right?"

jeongin nearly choked on his water. "that’s not—"

"oh, my," one of the older relatives gushed. "that’s so cute!"

"it really was," you continued, ignoring jeongin’s silent death glare. "he kept glancing at me over his books. adorable. my little nerd."

jeongin took a slow, deep breath. "lying is a sin, you know."

you turned to him with a sickeningly sweet smile. "so is being grumpy at your loving girlfriend, babe."

jeongin gritted his teeth. "i hate you."

"no, you don’t."

the rest of the table ate this up.

minji, his cousin, sighed dreamily. "you two are so cute together."

jeongin gave you a sharp look that screamed, look what you’ve done.

you only smirked.

and so, the dinner continued, filled with stories, laughter, and jeongin’s silent suffering.

until his father, casually sipping his drink, said, "we should invite y/n to the family trip next month."

silence.

jeongin’s brain short-circuited.

"excuse me?"

his dad smiled. "the family trip! your mom and i were just talking about it the other day. since y/n is part of the family now, she should come!"

jeongin nearly passed out.

you, on the other hand, simply blinked. "family trip?"

"oh, yes!" his mom clapped her hands together. "a whole week at the beach! we go every year, but this time, you’ll be joining us!"

jeongin stared at them in horror. "no, she won’t."

"of course, she will," his dad said firmly.

"we’ve only been dating for a few months!" jeongin protested.

his mom tilted her head. "so?"

"so?! that’s too soon for a family trip!"

you, who had been silent, leaned in slightly. "i mean, i do like the beach."

jeongin whipped his head toward them. "are you kidding me?"

you smirked. "what? i think it could be fun, babe."

jeongin clenched his fists. "i hate you." (keep counting guys !!)

"no, you don’t."

the table broke into excited chatter about the trip, completely ignoring jeongin’s very obvious distress.

this wasn’t happening.

this couldn’t be happening.

but it was.

and you were enjoying every second of it.

. . .

the evening air was crisp, a sharp contrast to the warmth inside the restaurant. the soft glow of the streetlights cast elongated shadows on the pavement, flickering with the occasional movement of people walking past. somewhere down the street, a car honked, followed by the muffled laughter of a group of university students spilling out of a nearby café.

none of that mattered to jeongin.

because he was currently standing outside the restaurant, rubbing his face aggressively while you stood beside him, grinning like you had just won the lottery.

as soon as you had left the restaurant, he had dragged you to the side, glaring.

"you just had to play along?"

you shrugged. "what was i supposed to do? say no and make it obvious?"

"yes!"

you smirked, tapping your chin. "hmm… too boring."

jeongin groaned, rubbing his temples. "this was supposed to be one night."

"well," you said cheerfully, "looks like we’re fake-dating for a month now. hope you’re ready, iyennie. oh, and this doesn't mean our bet is off the line now."

jeongin groaned louder.

this was hell.

"you're enjoying this," he accused, voice flat, eyes burning into them.

you smoothed the skirt of your blue, satin dress, pretending to think. "maybe a bit."

jeongin shot you a glare.

okay, a full-blown murderous glare.

you, still entirely unbothered, placed a hand on your hip. "i don’t see why you’re mad. i mean, a free vacation? beachside views? quality time with your loving girlfriend?" you batted your lashes. "i’d say that’s a win."

jeongin exhaled through his nose. "a win would be me never having to fake-date you in the first place."

you gasped dramatically. "that hurts, iyennie."

jeongin physically recoiled. "don’t call me that."

"aww, but it’s cute." you tilted your head, smirking. "just like you."

jeongin’s entire body tensed. "i hate you." (what did i tell you?)

"no, you don’t."

"besides, you could've asked any other girl for this whole.. fake dating agenda, you know. but you didn't, so i think that's very contradictory to your complains right now."

"you think i had a choice when jisung practically threatened me there in the first place?"

"please, you could reject it if you really wanted to. that man would forget about it if minho appeared randomly."

jeongin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "this was supposed to be one night. one dinner. one stupid meal, and then i could go back to my normal, peaceful life."

"peaceful? dude, you have two research papers due, a physics exam next week, and you literally stress-buy sweaters. what part of that is peaceful?"

"shut up," he muttered.

"aww, did i strike a nerve?"

jeongin clenched his jaw. "let’s just go."

"go where?"

jeongin pointed to his car. "i drove you here, remember? which means, unfortunately, i have to drop you home, too."

"aww, you care about my safety, now? such a great boyfriend."

"no, darling, i just don’t want my mom thinking i abandoned you on the side of the road."

you gasped, pressing a hand to your heart. "cold, iyennie. cold."

jeongin ignored her and walked to his car.

jeongin’s car was clean. of course it was.

dark leather seats, faint traces of cologne and fresh laundry lingering in the air, a neatly placed water bottle in the cup holder, and absolutely no mess in sight. it was exactly what you had expected from someone like jeongin—controlled, neat, meticulous.

you, on the other hand, sprawled in the passenger seat like you had all the time in the world, kicking off your heels with a sigh.

"ugh, finally," you said, stretching your legs. "i swear, those things were invented by a man."

jeongin side-eyed them as he started the car. "you chose to wear them."

"yeah, because i actually put effort into my appearance, especially because i was meeting my boyfriend's family, you know. not to mention, i also had to match someone's peak of fashion sense."

you looked him up and down, eyes dragging over his outfit. "speaking of, i gotta admit, you looked kind of good tonight, nerd."

jeongin, dressed in a perfectly fitted black button-up (with the sleeves slightly rolled, because of course), navy slacks, and a silver watch that sat just right on his wrist, kept his eyes on the road. "kind of?"

"mhm. but don’t let it go to your head."

jeongin clicked his tongue. "too late."

you laughed, leaning against the window. "so, when were you going to tell me you had a whole extended family coming to dinner?"

jeongin let out a deep sigh. "i didn’t know."

"mm-hmm."

"i didn’t. if i had known, i would’ve never agreed to this in the first place."

"bet your mom planned it on purpose,"

jeongin’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. "oh, she definitely did."

silence filled the car, the quiet hum of the engine the only sound between them. the city lights flickered past, casting patterns of gold and silver against the windshield. the streets, alive with late-night chatter and the occasional honk, blurred into the background.

you shifted, turning to face him. "so, what’s the plan?"

jeongin frowned. "what plan?"

"you know, the fake-dating plan? we need a strategy."

jeongin blinked. "we don’t need a strategy. we just—" he exhaled. "we just survive the trip, act normal, and then break up after."

you gasped. "break up? so soon?"

jeongin shot you a look. "we are not actually dating, idiot."

"but think of the drama!" you grinned. "we could stage a messy breakup—throw some fake tears in, maybe have a whole 'it’s not you, it’s me' moment—"

"no."

you pouted. "boring."

jeongin rolled his eyes. "you are the most insufferable person i’ve ever met."

"and yet, here you are, fake dating me. out of every girl in town."

jeongin groaned. "i hate my life."

you smirked, playing with the edge of your dress. "no, you don’t."

. . .

when you finally pulled up in front of the women's uni dorm building, jeongin parked and rested his head against the seat, exhausted.

"alright, we’re here. get out."

you gasped. "no goodnight kiss?"

"out."

you laughed, wearing your heels back and stepping out. before closing the door, you leaned down slightly, peering inside. "sweet dreams, iyennie. don’t miss me too much."

jeongin glared. "i will actually block your number."

you winked. "you wish you could."

and with that, you shut the door and disappeared into the building, leaving jeongin staring after you, questioning every life choice that had led to this moment.

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[mackthe4rd]

I just wanted to take a moment to tell you how much you truly mean to me. Life is a journey filled with ups and downs, but having you by my side makes everything feel a little brighter, a little easier, and a lot more meaningful. You’re one of the most incredible people I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing—someone who radiates kindness, warmth, and genuine care for the people around you. It’s rare to find a friend who understands, supports, and uplifts the way you do, and I want you to know that I don’t take that for granted. Your presence alone has a way of making everything better. Whether it's through your contagious laughter that can turn the worst days into something bearable or your ability to listen without judgment, you bring so much light into my life. I admire the way you navigate the world with strength and resilience, even when things get tough. You never fail to show up—not just physically, but emotionally too. You have this rare gift of making people feel seen, heard, and valued, and that’s something truly special. I cherish every moment we've spent together, from the deep conversations that stretch into the late hours of the night to the completely ridiculous inside jokes that would make no sense to anyone else. Those little things—the shared glances, the spontaneous adventures, the times when we couldn't stop laughing over something silly—are what make our friendship so meaningful. No matter what, I know I can always count on you, and I hope you know that you can always count on me too. Life can be unpredictable, and people come and go, but I genuinely hope our friendship lasts a lifetime. I’ll always be here to support you, celebrate with you, and stand by your side no matter where life takes us. You deserve all the happiness, success, and love in the world, and I hope you never doubt how truly valued you are. So, thank you—for being you, for being my friend, and for making my life infinitely better just by being in it. and I just want to take a moment to tell you how truly special you are to me. It’s hard to put into words the depth of my gratitude for having you in my life because you mean more to me than words can express. You are such a beautiful person, both inside and out, and your kindness, generosity, and warmth never cease to amaze me. You have this incredible gift of making every day brighter with your smile, your infectious laugh, and the way you genuinely care about the people around you. Whether it’s offering a listening ear, giving the best advice, or just being there when I need a friend, you always seem to know how to make me feel understood and supported. Every moment we’ve shared has been a treasure, and I’m constantly reminded of how lucky I am to have you by my side. You have a way of making the world feel a little less heavy, even during the toughest times, and I can’t tell you how much that means to me. You’ve helped me grow in so many ways, and you inspire me to be better and to embrace the beauty in the world, no matter how challenging things can sometimes get. You always manage to find the silver lining, and your positive energy is absolutely contagious. Your friendship is one of the most precious gifts I could have ever asked for, and I hold it close to my heart with so much love and appreciation. It’s not just your big gestures that I adore, but the little things too—how you remember the details that matter, how you always know how to make me laugh when I’m feeling down, how you light up any room you walk into. I am so thankful for every moment we’ve spent together and for all the laughter, deep conversations, and memories that continue to shape our friendship. I want you to know that no matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you, just as you’ve been there for me, and I’ll always cherish the bond we share. You are truly loved, and you bring so much joy and positive into my life.

@weirdsillycreature @alexfreakkkk @i-am-xp-64 @fluffypuppy56 @ella-the-fella @ermwhatthefilp1

[tilphil]

Freedom in Shackles & Chains

Freedom in shackles and chains ...

… how does that work.

Freedom! Liberation! These are so deeply, deeply treasured human values.

Are they any good?

Yes. Most certainly yes! But you can have too much of a good thing. I found very early on that making decisions gives me anxiety. Being in charge stresses me out. Being put in control leaves me very, very much unable to control myself or the world around me.

Enslavement to me is being placed under guardianship. Guardianship is nothing bad. It means that a person decides for another person to protect him from harm.

Enslavement to me has little to do with dominance and all to do with care.

Waking up in the morning, hands tied behind my back and feet shackled and chained to the bed, I feel safe. First feeling in the morning is that I am not in control. There are no expectations on me. I do not get up. I will be gotten up, when my owner sees fit to take me.

Bondage is there to reassure me. Bondage is there to make me feel safe. My feet are shackled and chained. I do not ‘make a stand’. I do not ‘go the extra mile’. Humans use their feet to make a statement. I am a slave. My feet are used to secure me, to discipline and to treat me. When I am gotten up in the morning, my owner unlocks my feet. I get a short walking chain, am led into the bathroom.

There is hardly a more cared-for feeling than being washed in the morning.

Sometimes my hands are untied but often I enjoy breakfast with hands tied behind. Feeding is a very, very caring act. From the first bottle given to a helpless baby to me sitting at the breakfast table, having my owner feed me – pure care.

My teeth are brushed, a loving, caring kiss and I am gagged. ‘Speak up!’ ‘Voice an opinion!’ ‘Louder!’ Sometimes it felt relentless. From early on is school we are taught to speak and speak a bit more. Silence, the ability to listen is pushed aside. I totally enjoy the freedom of being gagged. No expectations. I don’t need to make an idle comment. I don’t have to say something. I am allowed to be silent.

You cannot really spend all day for days on end with your hands tied behind. It is bad for the shoulders. My owner unties me and locks my hands into mittens. Comfortable. Helpless.

“Book?”

I nod. My owner leads me to the sofa, lovingly caresses my feet, takes away my walking chain, secures my feet, chains me to the sofa. The furniture has lots of inconspicuous eye-bolts in places to keep me secured. I sit on the sofa, legs half bent. I am good at turning pages with my toes. I read. I am not in charge. I enjoy myself. I am not in control.

That does not mean life just happens!

At some point my owner comes along, talks to me. Decisions to be made, priorities to be set. My gag comes out. We discuss. We argue. We weight up and address. Finally after complex thought and musing, my owner gags me again. “I know what we will do.”

Yes.

Yes, that sums it up.

My input, my ideas, my opinion – all that is really, really valued. But, I am a slave. I am free from deciding. My owner decides. I don’t need to decide. I am not a pet. Pets have rights. I am a thing, an item, my owner’s property. And I am precious property. I am valued, and valued highly. And like any valuable property I am kept under lock and key. I don’t need to fear that I ‘go missing’. Left to my own devices – God knows what might happen. But my feet are shackled and chained. I am secure. I feel secure.  

“More reading?”

I shake my head. My owner blindfolds me. My hands in mittens, feet shackled and chained, gagged and blindfolded, I rest. I exist. No expectations. I don’t need to be doing anything. It is a wonderful privilege to just be. 

[chrollospsychologist]

Tanjiro

This man worships the ground you walk on. No, literally, he would drop to his knees and wipe the dirt off your shoes with his haori.

He loves hugging you—he says your warmth feels like home. He’s always rubbing your arms, back, or belly absentmindedly while talking.

If anyone so much as thinks about making a comment on your body, Tanjiro will sense it before they even speak and shut that down IMMEDIATELY. His tone is still polite, but his eyes? Unforgiving.

“I don’t know why you thought that was an appropriate thing to say. Maybe rethink that before you say anything else, hm?”

Loves carrying you. You think he’s joking when he offers, but he’s not. Easily lifts you like you weigh nothing, and he’s so proud about it. “See? Told you I could do it!”

Learns how to take care of your hair like it’s breathing technique training. He watches intently when you do your wash day routine, making mental notes. The first time he helps, he moves so gently, treating your scalp like sacred ground.

“Tell me if I’m doing this wrong,” he whispers, massaging the oil in. You swear you almost fall asleep.

Scalp massages that make you MELT.

Thinks your cooking is god-tier. You made him jollof rice once, and he nearly cried. “This is better than Udon,” he says as he stuffs his mouth til his cheeks are protruding outwards, with the most serious expression. You laugh, but he’s deadass. You catch him trying to recreate it in secret, mumbling about “honoring tradition.”

Values your strength over everything. You tell him stories about growing up—how you had to work twice as hard, push past stereotypes, and stand tall no matter what. He listens.

“You’ve had to be strong for so long,” he says one night, voice soft. “You can rest with me.”

Zenitsu

He screamed when he first saw you. Not out of fear—just pure, unfiltered admiration. “HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO BEAUTIFUL?!?!”

This man is CLINGY. He will attach himself to you at any given moment, draped across your lap, hugging your waist, or just resting his head against your chest. He calls it his “safe place.” :eyeroll

He loves buying you gifts, especially jewelry that compliments your skin tone. “Gold/copper looks so good on you, babe!”

Compliments you at least ten times a day. “You’re so soft. You're the best girl ever. You’re literally the love of my life.”

If someone says anything negative about your body, Zenitsu goes FULL THUNDERCLAP AND FLASH on them. They won’t even have time to regret their words.

Will cry over how beautiful you are. Not an exaggeration. If you dress up for a date, he might actually tear up. “I don’t deserve you… you’re divine…”

Overdramatic but in the best way. You wear a sundress one day, and he faints. You twist your hair up? “You’re a queen.” You walk into a room? “Oh, we’re so blessed.” Sometimes it’s silly, but when he says, “You deserve to be adored every second of the day,” you know he means it.

Goes through phases with your hair. First, he’s scared to touch it. Then, he’s obsessed. Tries to “help” braid it once but gets frustrated within five minutes. “How do you do this every week? Your fingers must be blessed by the gods!” Ends up just watching YouTube tutorials and taking notes so he can at least detangle it right.

Buys you clothes he knows will hug your curves just right. He’s your personal stylist, making sure every outfit makes you feel confident. “You’re literally a goddess. We have to showcase that.”

Loves playing with your hands. He’ll trace his fingers over your knuckles, kiss your palms, and interlock fingers just to feel close to you. “Your hands are so soft… just like the rest of you~”

Inosuke

At first, he didn’t understand why you were insecure about your body. “You’re strong, right? You’re soft, but you’re still strong. That’s all that matters.”

He thinks your thighs are the best pillows. Falls asleep with his head on them all the time.

Brrrraaaagggs about you to random people. “My woman? The most beautiful woman in the world! No one else compares!!!”

Accidentally matches your energy. You side-eye a stranger? He side-eyes them harder. You start talking with your hands? Now he’s really talking with his hands. “Why you acting like me?” “You act like this, so now I act like this.”

He doesn’t let ANYONE disrespect you. The moment someone even looks at you wrong, he’s ready to fight.

Inosuke is surprisingly gentle with you. He’s loud and brash with others, but when it comes to you? His touch is careful, his voice softer. You’re his queen, and he treats you like it.

Loves resting his hands on your belly. Not in a teasing way—he just likes the warmth. Sometimes he pats it and hums in approval. “Comfy…”

Yuji

This boy is your biggest fan. He hypes you up more than you hype yourself up. “Look at my girl! Just LOOK AT HER. She’s GORGEOUS.” Hands flailing and errthang.

Has no spice tolerance but tries SO HARD. You give him a plate of pepper soup, and he’s struggling, but he refuses to tap out. “I love it,” he chokes out, sweating. You hand him water. “Admit defeat.” “NEVER.”

He’s always touching you—holding or fiddling with your hand, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. Physical affection is his love language.

Loves going out with you, could be anywhere, he cherishes every moment. He loves going shopping with you.

When you’re cuddling, he loves tracing little patterns on your arms and thighs, pressing soft kisses to your skin every few minutes.

Yuji is a lot more attentive than what people give him credit for.

Thinks your family’s side-eyes are the funniest thing ever. You don’t even have to speak sometimes; your expression says it all. He starts doing it too. “That’s not how we do it,” he whispers at a restaurant when he sees unseasoned food. You’ve corrupted him.

Takes random pictures of you all the time. Even if you think you look bad, he insists otherwise. “Nope. You’re breathtaking. End of discussion.”

Chrollo

Chrollo finds beauty in all things, but with you? He’s utterly captivated. Every curve, every dip, every inch of your skin is a masterpiece to him.

He always talks about you like you’re a rare, exquisite art piece. “She moves with the grace of a queen, and her presence alone demands reverence.”

He loves reading poetry to you while tracing slow circles on your skin. “Every poet wishes they could capture your essence in words, but they all fall short.”

Writes poetry about you. You’ll wake up to handwritten notes describing your beauty in the most devastatingly romantic ways.

Buys silk scarves for your hair like they’re artifacts. You mention needing a new scarf? The next day, he gifts you one that’s imported. “I researched the best fabric for your curls,” he says like it’s a thesis.

Buys you the most luxurious clothes and accessories. He has a particular weakness for seeing you in silk and velvet. “It compliments your figure beautifully.”

You’re the only one who can humble him. Others fear him, but you? “If you don’t sit down somewhere,” you say, and he actually does. When he gets dramatic, you just give him a look. “My apologies,” he says immediately.

If anyone dares to insult you, they simply disappear. No one knows what happened. No one asks.

Okarun

This boy is absolutely down bad for you. The first time he saw you, he nearly malfunctioned.

He blushes EVERY time you touch him, no matter how small the gesture. “W-why are you so soft…?!”

You catch him staring at you all the time, completely mesmerized. If you call him out on it, he gets all flustered. “I-I wasn’t staring! …Okay, maybe a little.”

He is your personal hype man. “You’re so cool. So pretty. So amazing. How did I get so lucky?!”

Gets overwhelmed when you wear something form-fitting. He short-circuits. Stares. Mouth open. Blushes so hard he might pass out. “U-Uh… wow.”

Loves cuddling into your chest. It’s his safe space. If he’s stressed, he’ll just bury his face there and mumble, “Five more minutes, please…”

Calls you the strongest person he knows. Not just physically—he admires your mind, your resilience.

Has a phase where he just loves your accent, slang, and language. You call him “boo,” and he’s grinning for days. You switch between English and your parents’ language? He’s trying to learn. “What does that mean? Say it again.”

Thinks protective styles are sorcery. You get braids done, and he’s baffled. “How long did that take?!” You let him touch them, and he treats them like royalty. “This is so cool…”

Loves watching you dance. At a party, you hit a move, and he’s just staring. You pull him in, and he’s awkward at first, but he tries. “Am I doing it right?” “...Bless your heart.”

[chemical-ghoul]

emily armstrong scientology thingo

That freak who wants Emily dead and thinks she’s married to Chester has me blocked so I can post whatever I want now thank the fucking lord 🙏

I've done tons of research on this topic and like… there is so much proof against Emily being in Scientology, people refuse to inform themselves outside of random articles or listen to people of the likes of Jamie Bennington, who is known for making up obvious vile lies about the band & who's own mother has a restraining order against him due to his crazy claims and stalkerish behaviour. Obviously we won't know anything until and unless Emily says something but I'm absolutely willing to bet she's either on her way out or has been out for a while.

If there’s anything wrong here please do feel free to correct me, I love learning about this topic.

For the things that still may qualify her being in the cult, other than her ~2013 & prior involvement from the gala (that brought awareness to this issue in the first place) the only CURRENT thing I can think of is probably her relationship with her mother--it doesn't necessarily mean she's in or out, but her mother is a higher up in the cult and therefore would probably want to provent her daughter leaving. Emily has discussed speaking to her mother as recently as September.

As much as I wish she wouldn’t, I understand why she would still want to connect with her mother even if she isn’t in the cult anymore. And she can absolutely do that, but if she wants to speak out about it it’d mean leaving her mother behind and becoming a suppressive person, which I doubt she would want to do. From what I can gather, she’s most likely left silently.

The only real proof of her ever being properly active in the cult at the time of me writing this, are from photos and other peoples retellings of her as a child (some of which explain just how uninterested she was IN actually being a scientologist), one completed task on her profile from 2007 & the latest being in 2013, when she went to a Scientology celebrity gala (probably the wrong name but i'm mind blanking) and there's been basically nothing since.

For the things against her being in the cult: For starters she has never promoted the cult. She's mentioned having a therapist in recent interviews and discusses mental health & anti religion SO much in her music. I don't think someone whose ideologies still line up with Scientology would have been as anti religion and pro mental health help as she is and has been. I believe a while after 2013, maybe roughly when 'Pleasure to Meet You' (Dead Sara’s 2nd full album) released?, is when her lyrics began getting more close to lyrics that a scientologist probably wouldn't write. Alongside this, since 2017, a few years after PTMY came out, fans have noticed changes in her attitude that make her seem a lot happier and less tired. I think this change is worth a mention, as the record that came out after 2017, Temporary Things Taking Up Space, is so lyrically against all of Scientology’s values it’s shocking a so called hardcore scientologist could even think to sing these songs.

Colin, Linkin Park’s drummer, has denied himself having any connections with the cult in a vague instagram comment, which isn't much but I do think if they want to stay quiet small instagram comments poking fun at people accusing them is a fine way to go about confirming anything. Mike spoke out about Scientology a year after he met her--which in most cases and discussions i've seen, would have a scientologist cut ties entirely with a person. She has associated with many people who have left the cult and spoken out about them, Mike being the most obvious example but Beck is a good one too. He left the cult many years ago and only spoke out about it years later due to fear of retaliation from the church. She’s also friends with Brian Bowen Smith who to my knowledge photographed Leah Remini for her book about Scientology.

Her being a lesbian also helps my case, but not by much because if anything it really depends on if she came out before she was in Dead Sara or not. They tend to allow famous people to be lgbtq without issue by the looks of things, but we aren't sure when she came out. Speaking of DS, they have performed at lots of events raising money and awareness for mental health including the charity Talinda Bennington (Chester's wife) set up after Chester passed away. Not really relevant but worth a mention, they’re also good friends with the band Badflower, who have songs that are very openly about mental health and abuse. I don’t see a scientologist being friends with someone like Josh Katz who can write and sing those words.

The people accusing her of being a hardcore scientologist (Cedric and his wife Chrissie? could be wrong about her name—also those shitty scientology youtubers who keep making videos on this subject that should really be dropped by now LMAO) are still yet to really show any proof she's still in other than claims which I don't think should be taken as 100% fact—none of this paragraph stuff should either but I think someone who’s been a LP fan for years and has always been very openly anti scientology may have a good outlook on the situation so this is my two cents.

[inamindfarfaraway]

why do you ship poppy and sparrow from eah?thoughts on duchess swan and sparrow?

I have nothing against shipping Duchess and Sparrow! I just slightly prefer to think of them as best friends. Honestly, considering how she’s lived in the shadow of tragic doomed romance her whole life, I think it would be really nice for Duchess to find her happiness without any long-term romantic partner. I feel like she’d have anxiety about romance ending badly for her. Yeah, it turns out destiny is fake, but fifteen or so years of having the inevitable narrative of your future drilled into you and knowing that you are meant, you exist, to be hurt and betrayed and doomed by your romantic partner? That’s gonna mess your attitude to dating up. And since destiny is fake, non-doomed lovers are just one bad day away doom. There is no permanent happily ever after. Anyone could hurt her for any reason; and as she hopefully matures to be nicer and more moral, she could be afraid of hurting her lover too based on her past actions. But to learn that she doesn’t need to be anyone’s love interest could be empowering and liberating. She and Sparrow are definitely each other’s true loves in some way. I personally enjoy the platonic sense better, but the romantic option is just as valid an interpretation.

Okay. Duchess tangent over. Now, as for what I like about Poppy/Sparrow.

Poppy says in her bio that she finds Sparrow cute, but would like him more if he weren’t so arrogant. That’s a good foundation on her part. She sees worth in him, but also his flaws. If he ever wanted to play around with her, her standards and boundaries (and Holly) would force him to get his act together at least a little, which could be a catalyst for his character development.

They both have themes of freedom and rebellion. Sparrow is a Rebel more because he values his personal freedom than because he’s invested in human rights, refusing to conform to the law by stealing, his story by keeping the gains for himself and social norms by being an ass. Poppy loves not having a predetermined future and officially becomes a Rebel to avoid being the next Rapunzel and queen. Her least favourite class is Princessology, where you learn to be a responsible, respectable princess. Sparrow gets that. But she can show him how to express himself and defy social mores without being obnoxious about it.

They’re both creative types with unconventional styles and adventurous spirits, Poppy’s medium being hair and fashion while Sparrow’s is music. However, Poppy is a great, popular hairdresser. She’s good at listening to her clients’ input and giving them what they want, without sacrificing her own integrity. Sparrow is technically a skilled guitarist, but he hasn’t bothered to become as that good a singer, only cares about what he wants and is terrible at responding to criticism. He could learn from her to be a better artist. And I think their alternative aesthetics (I know Poppy’s is still pretty tame and feminine, but that feels more like Mattel being Mattel than the ultimate expression of her alleged personality; fanart that depicts Poppy with a wilder fashion sense my beloved) could complement each other really well.

Conversely, Poppy has sometimes been known to be unsure of new situations or herself, like that whole time she was on the fence between the Royal and Rebel ideologies or when she was nervous about ice-skating for the first time. It’s easy to extrapolate that being raised as the spare to Holly’s heir with the glaring lack of a destiny could have given her some identity issues in general. (Canon doesn’t really show that, but canon shows us so little depth that we have to fill in the blanks.) Sparrow does not have that problem. Ever. He knows who is and what he wants in life, and he’s gonna take it. Maybe he could influence her to be more confident.

It’s less much less obvious because Poppy is genuinely kind and morally principled and socially competent to balance it out, but she has a selfish streak too. She regularly cuts off her magically strong, long and fast-growing hair and sells it. Why sell it? Why not just donate it? Because despite having all the money she could ever need, she wants a little more for herself. She makes a steady profit by selling something she doesn’t have to work for and doesn’t want. That’s a shrewdness and initiative Sparrow can appreciate. I think her choosing centrism wasn’t as callous or stupid as some fans have made out; the Royals have a lot of understandable, sympathetic arguments, the Rebels at this time can’t prove that the other shoe won’t drop and with a Royal sister who’s probably afraid of her going poof, it would realistically be an emotionally fraught political debate for a teenager. But her “Roybel” identity is still a safe position where she tries to have the best of both worlds and can feel vindicated no matter which side wins. And it’s interesting that for as good a person she is and as many friends she has with Rebel stances and/or tragic fates, what drives her from “The face-eating leopards have pros and cons, let’s see how things go” to “Face-eating leopards are bad and need to be fought” is literally “Wait, the leopards want to eat my face?” If anything, I think her selfishness is wiser and more effective than Sparrow’s - she stays inside the law and benefits others enough to have strong friendships and a glowing reputation.

We also see in the ice-skating webisode that Duchess develops respect for Poppy and her courage after initially viewing her as a rival, setting up a friendship and a fun dynamic as Sparrow’s two true loves. Especially if, as I suspect, Poppy wouldn’t make a half-bad partner in crime herself. And on the other hand… Sparrow and Holly. Sweet, gentle, polite Holly who finds nothing more exciting than reading. And Sparrow Hood. Needing to coexist and learn to get along. That’s hilarious. Imagine the wedding speeches.

In the original Rapunzel tale, she was born to poor farmers and married into royalty, so an O’Hair falling for a commoner is at once a reversal and a return to form. It feels fitting.

Likewise, the original Robin Hood was in some versions a nobleman who abandoned his decadent lifestyle to serve the lower classes. (They weren’t always comfortable having a true peasant hero.) So I like the idea of Sparrow inverting that with his journey, being a greedy, selfish scoundrel as a poor kid and then only gaining riches after becoming equally rich in compassion and generosity. Only once he’s ready to share the wealth does he get access to a royal treasury. Legally, even!

Thanks for the ask! It was very fun articulating my thoughts and feelings about these characters, I’d never done that before and I thought of a few new arguments while I was writing this. I love all of them even more now.

[earthlybeam]

Your writing always brings me such joy. Would you be able to do Marriage & Parenthood with Glorfindel?

Thank you so much and I hope everything is well with you 💕

Thank you so much for your thoughtful and encouraging words. 🥺✨They truly mean a lot and are deeply appreciated. ❤️‍🔥🫶✨

Glorfindel version below.

☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

𖤓 Glorfindel, as a spouse, would be a partner defined by warmth, devotion, and boundless affection. Unlike the reserved Gil-galad, Glorfindel is expressive and unashamed of his feelings, wearing his heart on his sleeve in all aspects of your relationship. His love would shine like the sun, warm and radiant, and his presence would fill every corner of your life with joy and light. To Glorfindel, love is not just a quiet partnership but a celebration of life shared with someone he treasures above all else.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ ꕤ ၄၃ ꕤ ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Glorfindel As a Spouse

Glorfindel would be a spouse who embraces love with his entire being. For him, being in love means constantly expressing it—through words, actions, and even the smallest gestures. He would be the type to greet you each day with a kiss to your forehead, a soft touch to your hand, and a smile that could melt away any worries. His affection is unreserved and constant; he would never let you doubt how much you mean to him.

Glorfindel would place you at the center of his life. Whether he is busy with his duties as a leader, warrior, or emissary, his first thought is always of you—how you are, if you’re comfortable, and how he can make your day brighter. He would never hesitate to drop everything if you needed him, no matter how pressing his responsibilities. His love is not just steady; it is dynamic and overflowing. He is deeply attuned to your needs and emotions, always able to sense when something is wrong, even if you don’t speak it aloud. Glorfindel would gently coax you to open up, sitting beside you with his warm golden aura, holding your hands as he listens. He thrives on connection, and being able to share your burdens or your joys with him would be one of the most fulfilling aspects of his life. While Glorfindel is naturally affectionate, his protective instincts as a warrior and leader would also define his role as your spouse. He would face any danger with unwavering resolve if it meant keeping you safe, often going above and beyond to ensure you are shielded from harm or worry. He would be quick to reassure you during troubled times with his calm voice and steadfast presence. His courage on the battlefield extends to his courage in love—he is not afraid to show his vulnerability, admit his fears, or share his dreams with you.

In private moments, Glorfindel is a playful and lighthearted spouse. He thrives on bringing laughter into your life, teasing you gently or pulling you into spontaneous dances when the mood strikes. You would often find yourself surprised by his small but thoughtful gestures—flowers left on your bedside table, a favorite meal prepared after a long day, or a quiet picnic under the stars where he serenades you with a soft song from his youth.

Glorfindel’s love is generous and unselfish. He would prioritize your happiness and well-being above his own, often going out of his way to ensure you feel cherished. He is the kind of spouse who remembers every detail about you: your favorite flower, the way you like your tea, or the songs that make you smile. To him, love is found in the details, and he takes great pride in ensuring you always feel seen and valued. Though Glorfindel’s joy and energy are boundless, there are also moments of quiet intimacy that reveal his depth. He treasures the simple, peaceful moments of sitting together by the fire, holding you close in his arms, and speaking of dreams and stories from ages long past. These moments are where he feels most at home—where he can truly let his guard down and simply be with you.

Glorfindel as a spouse is unwaveringly loyal and devoted. He is a man who loves deeply and with all his heart, and he would never let the fire of his affection for you grow dim. His love would be the kind that lifts you up, fills your life with light, and surrounds you with an unshakable sense of belonging. With him, you would always feel safe, cherished, and adored—whether in the golden halls of Imladris or under the stars of Middle-earth. For Glorfindel, loving you would be the greatest adventure of all. It would be the melody that drives his life, the light that guides him through the ages, and the joy that gives him purpose. And in your presence, his golden spirit would shine brighter than ever.

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Glorfindel As a Parent

Glorfindel would be the epitome of a loving, warm, and endlessly supportive parent. His golden spirit, overflowing with kindness and joy, would shine even brighter in the presence of his children. To him, fatherhood would be one of the greatest gifts life could offer, and he would embrace it with all the enthusiasm and care of someone who treasures every moment of it. With his sunshine-like energy and deep capacity for love, Glorfindel would be the kind of parent whose very presence feels like home—a constant source of comfort, protection, and light.

Glorfindel’s parenting would be centered on creating a warm and loving environment where his children feel safe, cherished, and free to grow into their unique selves. He would shower them with affection, whether through big, joyful hugs or playful laughter that fills the house. Every day would bring a new adventure with him as a father—be it exploring the forests of Middle-earth, listening to his whimsical tales of ancient times, or simply sitting by the fire as he teaches them songs from the days of Gondolin. Glorfindel would have an uncanny ability to turn even the most mundane moments into something magical, his golden aura imbuing every interaction with a sense of wonder. As a parent, Glorfindel’s protective instincts would rival even his legendary valor in battle. Though his love is gentle and nurturing, he would be an unyielding shield between his children and the dangers of the world. If a threat ever came near them, he would rise with all the power and courage of the warrior who faced Balrogs, ensuring that no harm would come to his beloved little ones. However, his protectiveness would never stifle their independence—he would encourage his children to explore the world, but always with the knowledge that he is there to catch them if they stumble.

Glorfindel would be a patient and attentive parent, always attuned to his children’s emotions and needs. He would be the first to notice when something is troubling them and would gently draw them out with his soothing voice and warm presence. “You can tell me anything,” he would say, his eyes full of understanding and compassion. Whether they are sharing their dreams, fears, or triumphs, Glorfindel would listen with his whole heart, making them feel valued and understood. Teaching would come naturally to him, though his lessons would never feel like burdens. Instead, they would be shared through stories, songs, and hands-on experiences. He would teach his children the importance of kindness and courage, of standing up for what is right and helping those in need. Through his actions, he would show them what it means to be strong yet gentle, brave yet compassionate. Whether it’s guiding them in swordplay, helping them learn the beauty of Middle-earth’s lore, or simply encouraging them to follow their passions, Glorfindel’s approach to parenting would be one of balance—providing guidance while allowing his children to find their own path.

Glorfindel’s playful side would make him the kind of parent who knows how to bring endless joy into his children’s lives. He would chase them through golden fields, lift them high into the air to see the tops of trees, and let them ride on his shoulders as they laugh together in the sunshine. He would indulge their curiosity, answering every question with patience and delight, even if it means staying up late to talk about the stars. And when their little hearts grow weary, he would scoop them up in his arms, humming soft melodies as they drift into dreams. But Glorfindel’s love would also shine in the quiet moments. He would be the father who stays up late to comfort them after a bad dream, who leaves little surprises to make them smile, and who always knows when a simple touch or a reassuring word is needed. His love would be unconditional and ever-present, a constant source of strength that his children could rely on no matter what.

In times of struggle, Glorfindel would remind his children of their own strength. “You are braver than you know,” he would say, his golden hair catching the light as he smiles at them with pride. “But no matter how hard the road may seem, you will never walk it alone.” He would never let them feel as though they must carry their burdens by themselves, for his love is a partnership, a bond that never falters. Glorfindel’s children would grow up knowing they are deeply and unshakably loved. They would carry his warmth with them wherever they go, a light in their hearts that guides them even in the darkest times. And in return, they would see him as not just their father but their protector, their teacher, and their greatest source of comfort and joy. To Glorfindel, fatherhood would not simply be a duty—it would be a source of endless joy and fulfillment. His golden energy would infuse every moment with love, laughter, and light, and his children would carry that radiance with them throughout their lives, forever warmed by the sunshine of their father’s boundless affection.

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Challenges as a Parent

As a parent, Glorfindel’s radiant, golden personality would make him naturally attuned to his children’s needs, but even the brightest light can cast shadows. His greatest challenge would be learning to temper his boundless enthusiasm and protective instincts with the patience to let his children learn and grow on their own. Glorfindel, who has faced the darkest terrors of Arda, would struggle with the idea of his children facing any danger, no matter how small. His love and fierce protectiveness, while born from the purest place in his heart, could sometimes manifest as overprotection. He might find it difficult to watch them stumble or fail, his first instinct always being to shield them from harm or heartache.

Though Glorfindel would encourage curiosity and exploration, he might be overly cautious when his children express an adventurous streak—especially if it echoes his own boldness. If they showed a desire to take risks or venture into the unknown, he would grapple with the fear of losing them to the same forces of darkness he once faced. “I know the world can be harsh,” he might say, his voice tinged with both pride and worry. “And I would face it all again if it meant keeping you safe.” Over time, however, Glorfindel’s deep wisdom and love would help him realize that part of being a good parent is allowing his children to find their own strength, even if it means letting them take risks.

Another challenge for Glorfindel might be balancing his sunny, playful nature with the need for discipline. His instinct would be to offer warmth and encouragement, but there could be moments when he struggles to set boundaries or enforce rules, especially if his children give him those wide, pleading eyes. “How can I say no to that face?” he might mutter with a laugh, only to realize later that he must guide them firmly when needed. As he grows into his role as a father, Glorfindel would learn to balance his natural warmth with the wisdom and structure his children need to flourish.

Tender Moments For all his challenges, Glorfindel’s love as a parent would shine brightest in the tender moments he shares with his children. Whether it’s comforting them after a bad dream, carrying them on his shoulders to see the sunset, or simply holding them close as they share their hopes and fears, Glorfindel’s presence would be a constant source of reassurance. He would be the kind of father who makes time for his children, no matter how busy his life might be. “There is nothing more important to me than you,” he would say, his eyes glowing with sincerity.

When they are young, Glorfindel would indulge his children with all the joy and playfulness they could imagine. He would tell them stories of his time in Gondolin, of bravery and triumph, but always with a touch of humor to keep them smiling. He would turn the lessons of the past into fantastical adventures, sparking their imagination and teaching them the values of courage, kindness, and resilience. On rainy days, he might create games to keep them entertained, filling their home with laughter and the warmth of his presence. As his children grow, Glorfindel would adapt his approach, becoming not just a playful parent but a wise and steady guide. He would take them out to the golden fields of Middle-earth, teaching them the ways of the sword or the beauty of the land, always emphasizing the balance between strength and compassion. “A warrior’s heart is not just strong,” he would tell them, “but gentle enough to protect what truly matters.” Whether teaching them practical skills or simply listening to their dreams, Glorfindel would be a patient and encouraging teacher, always striving to help them become the best versions of themselves.

Glorfindel’s affection would be shown in countless little gestures: a flower left on their pillow to brighten their day, a cloak wrapped around them when they’re cold, or a soft kiss on the forehead as they drift off to sleep. In moments of sadness or doubt, he would sit with them, holding their hands and reminding them of their worth. “You are more precious to me than all the stars,” he would say, his voice soft but full of conviction. And though he would never push, Glorfindel would always remind his children that they are capable of greatness. Whether they seek to be warriors, scholars, or something else entirely, he would cheer them on with unwavering pride. “Whatever path you choose,” he would say, his golden hair shining in the sunlight, “know that I will always walk beside you.” In moments of quiet, when the world seems still, Glorfindel might take his children to a peaceful glade or a starlit hill, sharing the beauty of Arda with them. These moments would be his way of teaching them not just about the world, but about the joy and wonder it holds. He would hum lullabies as they rest against him, his voice carrying the peace of ages past, and remind them that no matter where they go, his love will always follow.

Enduring Love To his children, Glorfindel would be a beacon of light—a father whose warmth, kindness, and endless love shape their lives in profound ways. His challenges as a parent would only deepen his commitment, teaching him to grow alongside his children and to love them not just as they are, but as they strive to become. Glorfindel’s legacy as a father would not lie in grand declarations or material gifts, but in the quiet, enduring love that shines in every moment he shares with his family. His children would carry his light with them, knowing that no matter how far they wander, they will always have a home in their father’s heart—a golden, unshakable love that never fades.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

okay unironically I love so much that porter is like this world SUCKS its BAD here and it HURTS you why do you care abt it!!! and literally every single bad kid is like ngl we just hate ur ass it does not matter what ur philosophy is

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[q33rwitch]

[TW: Mentions of SA/Rape]

You’re telling me that Jorge removed Circe assaulting Odysseus, made Calypso raping Odysseus over the course of Seven Years really vague and only implied to the extent that a large amount of the fandom doesn’t think it happened at all and says she “basically has the mind of a child” on his TikTok videos and has Ody never mention it again, BUT ADDS A WHOLE VERSE WHERE ANTINOUS PLANS TO GANG RAPE PENELOPE AND HAS ODYSSEUS LITERALLY SAY THAT THEY WERE GOING TO RAPE HER WHEN ANTINOUS NEVER DID OR SAID ANYTHING EVEN CLOSE TO WHAT HE DID IN THE ODYSSEY. 

[rosiesriiveters]

Rosie in episode 7 is so special to me, because when you re-watch it, you can just see why he’s going to ultimately choose to re-up. You can see it from the first scene he’s in. It’s this guilt of responsibility that will not budge from his shoulders. It’s all these things that keep happening around him and Nate Mann just rocks this role SO well because Rosie has such little dialogue in this whole episode but it doesn’t matter, because you can feel this burning guilt and responsibility building and building in each scene.

It starts with the conversation with Crosby about going to Texas or Florida and his heart clearly not being in it, but listening to Croz’s desperation to get out resonating with him.

It’s Black Monday - the mission that Rosie’s crew was grounded for that cost 150 of the 100th’s men. When the boys tell Rosie what they saw; that the boys that were on their 25th crashed and those that parachuted out of their planes were killed by the Germans anyway. It’s Rosie listening so intently, drinking in their stories despite the horror. He doesn’t try to placate their anger or their sadness, he just acknowledges it for what it is. It’s like you can visibly see Rosie taking and holding on to their words

It’s Rosie surviving 25 and the 100th throwing a party for him and his boys. And in such Rosie fashion, he seeks out Jack when he realises something is wrong, only for Jack to break the news: the tour requirements are changing. It’s 30 missions now.

It’s Shoens looking him dead in the eye saying congratulations Rosie. At least you’ll make it out of this fucking war alive.

And then it’s Rosie watching the parade of vans carrying bodies out of Thorpe Abbotts, unable to tear his gaze despite it all.

It’s all these - sometimes little, sometimes big - instances that build up make Rosie’s decision seem to just make perfect sense to the story, without it seeming overbearing or over the top. It’s understated, yet powerful (much like Rosie himself!).

He barely says anything throughout the whole episode, but I think that’s what makes it a perfect Rosie episode. Throughout the whole series, Rosie is usually the one listening, rather than the one telling a story - but his presence is still so big despite of it. Rosie doesn’t need to talk for the audience to listen.

And I think that’s reflected both in Rosie’s decision and the way Lt Col Bennett reacts to Rosie’s request. Despite barely knowing Rosie, he seems to understand the weight of Rosie’s presence at the base, and the weight of Rosie’s words. And I loved that Bennett decided not to blindside him with the new strategy, but instead allowed Rosie to make an informed decision. And Rosie’s reaction - unflinchingly meeting Bennett’s gaze and accepting his answer is the icing on the cake.

Rosie is outrageously humble! But understands how others see him and he is ready to take on the weight of that love, pressure and sheer resolve all over again.

[the-red-hoodlum]

killing people who don’t get an animals consent before touching them &/or ignore when animals are visibly uncomfortable with being touched.

[strxnged]

omg I've gotten so much worse at singing since last year 💀🙏 what happened (i haven't been practicing)

[gomzdrawfr]

🧡 thank you for all of the love. glad you like the warren so far!

thank YOU for the absolute bangers, just chapters of increasing unsettling vibes I LOVE IT!!

the warren

[picaroposting]

look okay it's bad to erase marvin's canonical sexuality and the fact that She Likes Men but i literally genuinely with all my heart think that she is a trans woman

[somethingsomethingcomic]

beware my wine rants