#i genuinely don't think im going to wear any other skin the rest of the season LMAO

[iholli]

shoutout to the Ringmaster Scarr who vibed with me for a few minutes until they got elim'd at the Nitrodrome, I picked up their crown and won the round for them 🦈

[quietblueriver]

Don't Ever Turn It Down (Ch. 3)

“Are you fucking kidding? Not one fucking grub?” Lilith looks murderous, eyes first on the toy bird feeder and then on Ava, as if Lilith’s disappointing roll could be blamed on her. Beatrice takes a sip of her wine to hide her smile as she feels Ava’s foot nudge hers under the table. 

“Oof, tough break there, Lil.”  Ava makes a show of ordering her own food tokens, pushing the stack of four grubs to the front. Her board is frankly outrageous—birds and eggs everywhere and a large cache of food. There’s absolutely no chance now that she won’t win, but Lilith would never admit that. 

“Oh, fuck you, Silva. You hardly know how to play.”

“I mean,” Ava gestures at her board and then stands slightly from her chair to take an exaggerated look at Lilith’s, “seems like I’m doing pretty well. Eggs-ellent, even.”

Beatrice snorts and Ava beams at her as she sits back down, turning slightly and holding her hand up, palm flat, to Beatrice. It takes her a second, but when Ava wiggles her fingers expectantly and raises her hand slightly higher, she understands and slaps their palms together. “Nice technique, Bea.” Someone complimenting her on her high-five prowess should not feel this good, but it’s Ava, who says it like Beatrice has truly accomplished something and pairs it with additional contact, her high-five hand now resting on Beatrice’s bicep. The result is that Beatrice, who has multiple black belts and incredibly well-developed hand-eye coordination, feels proud of that high-five. At Ava’s touch, the pride compounds because Beatrice had made what she now realizes was a brilliant decision to wear a short-sleeved button-down tonight. It means that Ava is touching her skin, and it’s very, very nice. 

Thanks to the wine, Beatrice doesn’t flush red at the compliment and contact as she usually would; instead, she sits a little taller, and, thinking of the way that Ava’s eyes had lingered on her arms when she’d helped Lilith adjust the table earlier, she flexes her bicep. It’s subtle, just enough tension that Ava, whose hand is resting there, will notice. And she does notice, eyes going a little wide and fingers squeezing. Beatrice thinks she might be flustered. Ava Silva is flustered. She’s fairly certain that is something to feel proud of. 

There’s a scoff from the other side of the table and both of them turn to the source. Lilith’s face is accusatory, eyes darting between Beatrice’s own and her bicep, as if Beatrice has committed a great betrayal. It’s so genuine and so melodramatic and so very Lilith, and Beatrice’s chest swells with affection. She loves this absolutely absurd human very much. Ava’s hand retreats, and Beatrice drops into disappointment. It’s quite the emotional up-and-down. Clearly, she’s had too much wine. She takes another sip anyway. 

“Really, Beatrice? She’s beating you, too.”

Normally, this is something that would bother Beatrice. She doesn’t like to lose, and she would be especially displeased to lose to someone like Ava, who she’s almost entirely certain is demolishing them all without any intentional strategy. From what Beatrice can tell, she is playing the birds she finds to be prettiest and spending her time between turns thinking about color combinations for her eggs.  

Tonight, though, Beatrice could not care less about whether she wins. It’s the first time she’s been to game night in more than a year, and she’s having fun. She tracks Ava as she tosses a small handful of popcorn and M&Ms into her mouth and bounces in her chair. She’s having more fun than she’s had in a very long time. She is happy and a little drunk and entirely unbothered by the thoroughly mediocre game she’s played so far. 

She shrugs, watching as Lilith’s scowl grows deeper. “Fair’s fair. She’s clearly got an im-peck-able strategy.” She can’t help but look at Ava, for whom she told that punny lie, and it’s all the reward Beatrice had hoped. She’s staring in delight and slight disbelief, bright smile paired with a gently furrowed brow. “Oh my god, Beatrice. Was that a pun?” At the same time, Lilith bites out, “Oh, fuck off. You know she doesn’t have a strategy.” 

“Whoa, Lilith. Such fowl language.” Ava’s got her eyes on Lilith now, voice and expression mock-serious, but she leans toward Beatrice, elbows her gently as if to make sure she’s heard the joke. “Nice one,” Beatrice offers quietly, and Ava gives her a lopsided smile. “Also,” Ava picks up her hand and shuffles her cards around, “harsh. I totally have a strategy.” 

Before Lilith can say anything, Camila places a soothing hand on her back, redirects with an amused but gentle, “Lil. Do you want to finish your turn?” Lilith settles with a last glare at Ava and says, begrudgingly, “I’ll take two mice.” She sulks into her whisky as Yasmine plays an American Avocet and Camila and Ava pick up their conversation about Love Island. 

As Beatrice expected, Ava wins by a landslide. After Yasmine announces the scores, she stands and holds out a hand to Lilith with a solemn, “Good game.”  

Lilith flips her off and, noticing Ava’s grin, puts her finger back down and says, eyes hot, “Not a word, Silva.” Ava holds her hands up placatingly and begins to put her cards away. It’s Yasmine, folding the game boards, who speaks next. “If you’d been that quick to play birds in the game, Lilith, you might’ve done better.” Ava cackles as Lilith gapes. 

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Beatrice is busying herself in the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and making more popcorn, when Ava hops up onto the counter beside her. 

“Hey, Bea. What’s popping?” 

Beatrice smiles and rolls her eyes and offers Ava the bowl of peanut butter M&Ms, which seemed to be her favorite when they were playing. Ava takes it and hums happily as she puts two in her mouth.  

“You didn’t want to play?” Beatrice nods in the direction of the sofa, where Lilith, Dora, and Yasmine appear to be in heated conversation about something, Dora gesturing emphatically with a controller in her hand. 

“Eh. They decided on Smash. I’m more of a Mario Kart girl.” She puts the bowl of candy down and picks up a corkscrew, turning the handle and pulling at the lever. “What about you? Switch not your thing?” 

Beatrice notes a two-second gap between popping kernels and opens the microwave, using the dishtowel hanging from the oven to carefully remove the silicone bowl and sit it down to cool. 

“I prefer board games, but I do love to watch Camila play.”

Ava waves the corkscrew in the air in excitement, wincing in apology as Beatrice steps back slightly to avoid being gouged. She sits it down and presses her palms flat against the counter, lifting her body up slightly and swinging her legs. She’s wearing black jeans and a dark purple v-neck t-shirt cut low enough that Beatrice has had to admonish herself several times over the course of the night for staring, but it’s her arms she can’t look away from now. The flex of her muscles with the casual display of strength is so distracting that Beatrice almost misses her next words. “Oh my god, right? She gets so into it. It’s incredible. The first time I saw her play Smash I thought she and Lilith had done, like, some Freaky Friday body swap thing.”

Ava lowers herself and Beatrice laughs, picking up her glass of water and leaning her hip against the counter next to Ava. 

“I understood exactly how much Lilith loved Camila when I watched her lose graciously to her without even an ounce of resentment. It was the first time I’d ever seen it, in twenty-odd years of being in competitive environments with her.” 

“Ugh, they’re so cute.”  Ava leans closer, voice conspiratorial, and says, “Cam told me that you almost always beat Lilith when you spar?” 

Beatrice shrugs, pleased but trying not to let it show. “I don’t know about almost always, but I think I’d be ahead if we kept track.” This is a lie. It is almost always; she just doesn’t want to sound ungracious. Also, Beatrice does not keep count, but she would not be at all surprised if Lilith had a tally in the small Moleskine she keeps in her gym bag to track goals. 

Ava grins at her like she knows Beatrice is playing herself down. “Uh huh. Right. Got it, got it. Keeping it humble, yeah Bea.” She leans closer and says, eager, “I really want to watch you kick her ass.” 

Beatrice laughs and offers, going for casual, “You’re welcome to come to the gym with us if you’d like. Camila does sometimes. We’re able to spar much more often since I left the firm.” It’s selfish and prideful. She would like very much for Ava to see her beat Lilith. 

Beatrice isn’t sure what’s going on between the two of them. She’s had enough to drink that she can admit to herself that tonight there has been flirting, mutual flirting, but she’s sober enough to remember that she likes Ava and isn’t sure she wants to risk the friendship that’s developing, or the dynamic of their larger friend group, for something more. 

What’s more, flirting seems to be a preferred method of communication for Ava, so Beatrice isn’t certain whether Ava’s actually interested in her or if she’s just having fun the same way that she does with everyone. Beatrice had watched her charm a typically impassive barista at her favorite coffee shop into a stuttering mess a few days ago, complimenting his earrings and nail polish and turning the full force of her attention on him as he explained the quiche of the day. Beatrice had tucked a five into the tip jar in sympathy, aware of how long it might take him to recover. Sure enough, he’d fumbled over the order of the man behind them, apologizing as he asked him, twice, to repeat it. 

“Oh my god, yes. Should I bring a sign?” She waggles her eyebrows, spans her hands in front of her like she’s envisioning a marquee. “Float like a butterfly, sting like a Bea.” 

This is the problem, Beatrice thinks, as she smiles affectionately at Ava, who is biting her bottom lip and pressing her hands into her thighs, proud and excited. Right now, Beatrice’s impulse is to step in between Ava’s knees and pull her close, tuck the ever-escaping strands of her behind her ears, feel the shape of her grin against her mouth. It’s tender. It’s dangerous. She wouldn’t want something casual with Ava, and she’s not sure that Ava would want anything at all, much less something more than casual, with her. 

She keeps her hands to herself, reaching instead for the large ceramic bowl for the popcorn and transferring it from the popper. “Going for the gold with that one, Silva.” 

Ava laughs and claps her hands together. She is possibly the most physically expressive person Beatrice has ever met. She gestures between the two of them. “Is this our thing now?”

Beatrice smiles. “If trading terrible puns is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.” 

“Beatrice! Ava!” It’s Camila, holding a controller and looking very serious. “Bring the popcorn. It’s time.” 

Ava hops down from the counter and salutes in Camila’s direction. “Yes, ma’am.” She turns to Beatrice, grabs the bowl of M&Ms and the open wine bottle on the counter. “She’s kind of hot when she gets all Lilith-y.” 

“Go, Ava.” 

Ava lifts one of her shoulders but starts toward the living room. “You know it’s true.” 

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Beatrice dries a wine glass and sits it on the towel spread over the counter, waiting for Camila to hand her the next. She’s the only one left, Ava having gone about ten minutes ago with a lingering hug and a quiet, “Night, Bea,” into the skin of her neck. Beatrice had suppressed the shiver but hadn’t been able to hide the gooseflesh on her arms. Ava hadn’t noticed, she’s fairly sure, but Camila had, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows at Beatrice as she hugged Yasmine. 

“So,” Camila begins, “Are you going to do something about whatever is happening between you and Ava?” 

Beatrice takes the next glass and keeps drying. 

“Oh, come on, Beatrice. She likes you! It’s obvious. And I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you smile so much around someone.” She bumps her hip into Beatrice’s, softens her voice. “It’s very nice to see you so happy.”

She puts the glass down and turns slightly to face Camila. “I like her a lot, Camila.” Camila’s face lights up and Beatrice qualifies quickly. “As a friend.” 

“Bullshit,” Lilith snorts, strolling in with the remaining dirty plates and bowls from the living room and pressing a kiss to Camila’s hair as she sits the dishes by the sink. “I haven’t seen you moon over someone like that in like fifteen years. What was her name? Ali Brewer?” Beatrice groans and Lilith laughs. “Yeah, that’s the one. You’ve got it bad, Liu. It’s kind of fun to watch.” 

Beatrice abandons the towel when it becomes clear that Camila is taking a break from washing, having turned around to lean against the counter and into Lilith, who has made herself comfortable beside her. She’s relaxed, and Beatrice, far from the first time, gives thanks for Camila. Until they started dating, Beatrice had only ever seen Lilith let her guard down like this with Beatrice herself, and much more reluctantly than she does now. It’s good to see her friend, however insufferable, be this happy. 

“Fine. Yes. I am attracted to Ava.” Camila squeals and Lilith smirks and Beatrice sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “However.” Lilith rolls her eyes as Camila says, “Boooooooo.” Beatrice ignores them both. “However, I don’t want to risk our friendship to pursue that attraction. I’m not certain that she’s interested in me, and I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.” 

“Lame,” Lilith says. “Beatrice,” Camila tuts, almost chastising, “I’m not sure how you don’t see that she’s interested in you.” 

“First,” she looks at Lilith, “Grow up.” Lilith sticks her tongue out, defiant. “Second,” she turns to Camila and says, gentler, “She flirts with everyone, Camila.” Camila opens her mouth to respond but Beatrice continues before she can start, “Additionally.” 

Lilith interrupts, exasperated, “This isn’t oral argument, Beatrice.” 

“Additionally,” she continues, “I like spending time with her. I like spending time with all of us, together. I’m not willing to make that awkward. I like her more than I want to risk that.” She hesitates for a moment and then forces herself to say, because she trusts them and this is important, “We haven’t known each other that long but I…I like her. A lot. I would want to be…to be sure she wants the same things I think I do, before I said anything. If she…I would rather…I would rather be her friend. I am happy to be her friend, if that’s our common ground.” 

She turns her eyes to her navy socks, exhausted and slightly embarrassed, and wills them to understand and let it go. Of course, Lilith can’t.

“Okay, dumbass, listen, you are…” 

“Lil.” Camila grabs her arm and squeezes and Lilith shuts her mouth, quickly. Beatrice offers her a grateful smile. She inclines her head slightly at Beatrice before leaning up to kiss Lilith’s cheek. “Remember how long it took you to ask me out?” 

Lilith sighs. 

“Fine. Fine.” Camila kisses her again, a chaste press of their lips, and then turns back to the water. “But,” Beatrice sighs and picks the towel back up, bracing herself as Lilith takes a moment to get together whatever admonishment she’s surely concocting, “you’re fucking great, Beatrice, okay? You’re excellent, and I don’t like Silva…”

“Yes, you do,” Beatrice and Camila chorus, even as Beatrice feels her cheeks getting hot and, horrifyingly, tears building in her eyes.“I don’t like Silva, but I think she’s smart enough to realize how lucky she would be to date you. And if I’m wrong about that, well. Fuck her.” 

Camila hands Beatrice a plate and then squeezes at her hip. 

“Lilith’s right.”

“Of course I am.” 

Camila rolls her eyes. “You are a catch. And Ava knows it. But we,” she looks meaningfully at Lilith who tilts her head in acquiescence, “respect where you are right now.”

“Thank you,” Beatrice says, sitting down the plate and reaching for the next one.

“Always,” Camila says as Lilith grunts in acknowledgement. “I’ll put a towel on the dresser in the spare room. The sheets are clean.”  There’s no question in her voice, and Beatrice doesn’t fight it, because it’s late, and it would be nice, to wake up tomorrow and eat breakfast with her best friend and her partner. She says, instead, “Thanks, Cam,” and takes another plate. 

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello, could i please get a matchup for Demon Slayer & Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood? I hope you're well rested and hydrated <3 Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Panromantic Grey-Sexual

Zodiac/MBTI: Taurus & INFP

Appearance: I'm pretty average or short at 165cm (5'4), I'm hispanic with tanned skin and dark brown eyes. My hair is a wolfcut that goes to my shoulders and is typically 'spiked up' or sticks out on the sides with bangs. I have glasses :D (blind as a bat)

Personality: I'm a strong ambivert lol, when I'm around more extroverted people I am dead silent unless I am familiar with them. But around more introverted people, suddenly, I s p e a k. I'm blunt, preferring to be straightforward and honest with people. I like to think I'm observant and I try to help others whenever I can, having *too much* patience at times. I have a very bad memory though and am always writing things down in fear I'll forget. I'm,,,unfortunately very easy to tears? its a little weird to explain but if i like bump into something, tears will automatically spring up, its a physical response more than anything emotional

Likes: Helping (genuinely it just is nice to see others feel more at ease), giving massages (i love cracking my fingers and am very flexible), cats (any animals really but cats are my favorite), people watching (i like to study expressions and their lil habits) taking care of others (i am the silent, mom friend who carries bandaids and extra water with me for you) Knives (i have a lovely little switchblade collection :D)

Dislikes: Idiocy/Ignorance (not like dumb people but people who genuinely don't try to understand or put in any effort into it), The cold (im very sensitive to it and will always wear longsleeves)

Hobbies: Writing, Reading, Drawing, People Watching (if that counts), Stretching/Doing Yoga (its good for your spine and posture)

thank you <3

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchups!

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

No matter how much your introverted side shows, you'll still be more outgoing than Giyu! Normally, he hates it when people try to get him to socialize but when it's you, somehow he doesn't mind.

Appreciates you observant and patient nature. He's already got to deal with people like Zenitsu and Inosuke, you're a nice change of pace.

The first few times you started to cry seemingly out of nowhere, Giyu was quick to panic. He hates seeing you cry and wants to fix whatever's causing your tears.

Now, he knows it's more of a physical reaction than an emotional one but he'll still check on you to make sure it's nothing more than just stubbing your toe.

I see Giyu as a cat person as well, so he'd love to go to cat cafes (in a modern au) or just go for walks and try to find some random cats around the town.

Would try yoga with you. He's not sure whether he likes it or not, but until he decided, he'll continue to join you.

But Giyu's favourite thing to do with you is relax while you read to him. He doesn't care what you read; he's usually asleep before you get more than a few pages in.

Giyu is naturally more of a "mom friend" as well, but his personality and initially cold disposition hides it well. The fact that you're more openly a mom friend draws him out of his shell a bit more.

Touch starved! Please ask him for hugs to help you warm up. Just the blush from his face will make you feel warmer.

In Fullmetal Alchemist, I match you with...

You and Alphonse are so similar in so many ways and that makes him your perfect match!

First off, you're both cat people. Whenever he's hiding a cat in his armor, he'll wait until Ed's asleep before beckoning you over and lifting the cat out so you can both lavish it with love.

Definitely a "mom friend". I headcannon Al as someone who would take advantage of his armor and carry supplies in there.

Whether those supplies are bandages, food, extra water, or fabric for when Ed ultimately destroys his coat again, you can usually find whatever you need in Al's armor.

Al feels sorry he doesn't have his normal body because he can't warm you up with hugs. His armor's very cold so he usually tries to stay a bit away from you when you're especially cold. He doesn't want to make you any colder.

Another one who will worry when you start crying. Like Giyu he's more used to it now but he'll still check. The last thing he wants is for you to start crying because of an emotional reason (or genuine pain) and he brushes it off as just your physical response.

Al would love people watching with you. He's not the most inconspicuous person though so people are often watching you guys as well.

Would feel honoured if you show him your writing. Always gives you the nicest compliments about your writing and gives you really good feedback on how you can improve your writing.

[mikecrewsteacup]

Hi! Your “who howls my name” fic is literally my favorite fic on a03 right now. Im really fucking enjoying it and am so excited for everything you’ve got planned. Absolutely loved the “from gerard to gerry” in the last chapter.

I’ve got two questions. One, is there any particular fan art you have that shows how you imagine jon and Gerry in the fic? I know a lot of people imagine them different ways, and even though I usually go for majority fanon jon (dark hair, darker skin, short) I’ve noticed you describe him a little differently so I was just curious.

Second question, are we ever gonna get Georgie and Melanie? This one’s just out of personal curiosity bc they are my favorites and I would love to see them meet Gerry! (Not even entertaining a possibility where they AREN’T girlfriends) (Jkjk)

Thanks for all your work and time going into this fic! You are very talented and I can’t wait to read the rest 🥰😍

!!! This is so sweet to hear, thank you anon for letting me know you like it so much :) I am also loving working on it - it's one of my faves - but my self-confidence that others will like my output is a fickle thing, so this is so kind of you to reach out and let me know you're enjoying it. Gerard-to-Gerry reveals are some of my favorite things to read haha so I was super excited to do my own take on it, I'm thrilled you enjoyed. So it's funny, you're the second person to ask about my headcanons for this fic for their appearances! Which isn't bad at all, but my choice to make Jon blond was a genuinely random one and based on wanting him to feel sort of washed-out and homely with his white-plagued hair LMAO but I'd say I typically imagine him in my head differently! But here is someone who draws blond Jon who I ADORE the art of, and they just came to tumblr from twt too. I don't quite imagine him with an undercut, though... (Also I'll say that I actually usually imagine Jon like how this person draws him, I just had to pick a hair color in chapter 3 or 4 of the fic and blond won, lol.) As for Gerry, I imagine him looking on the more masc and plain end of goth - with piercings but little to no makeup, heavy boots & leather jacket, etc. Here are some great fanarts that are mostly how I imagine Gerry (and the first art of blond Jon has a Gerry design I enjoy as well, for hair/facial structure). (There is another artist who's nearly 100% it but I cannot find them, they're only on twt and someone recently reposted their art here tho...hm.) I don't personally imagine Gerry has lip rings or gauges or even wears eyeliner (he seems both too practical and too tired for shit that can get caught on things, or that would cause extra pain, or that would require constant re-application) but I do tend to think of him as having multiple ear piercings & probably a bridge as his facial piercing. There is actually an entire future conversation in my doc for this fic where he and Jon discuss his piercings! :D And ooh, Georgie & Melanie! Georgie will likely remain as mentions only, but Melanie actually has an entire pre-written scene (which I may need to rewrite to keep the flow), so she will almost definitely appear :) And yes they are always girlfriends LOL. In order to keep a tighter grip on the length & plot we will probably only meet Archives cast, and not all of those, either. Thanks so much for messaging me! It's very sweet of you to say so ksdjfksdf and nice to hear <3 I hope you keep reading and enjoying :D

[poppy-metal]

Demure

Wc: 4k

Pairing: eren jaeger x reader

Cw: car sex, fingering, emphasis on reader being innocent and a virgin. reader is armins little sister. corruption kink

you're 6 years old when you first meet eren jaeger. apparently he'd run off some people that were bullying you big brother, armin. you admire him and mikasa immediately.

you're 8 and he's 11 when you get a scrape on your knee from playing tag. eren runs into your mothers bathroom to fish out the first aid-kit, you know he just doesn't want you to tattle, you never would anyway, but he pulls out a pink band-aid with little ariels all over it and places it gently over the cut. he stays there for a few beats, soothing the skin around the hurt area with his thumbs. his big bright green eyes look up at you, "better?" and that's the first time your heart skips for a boy.

you're 11 and he's 14 when armin starts becoming protective. "he's had like. 5 girlfriends in middle school, who knows what he's gonna be like in high-school"

it intrigue you, for some reason.

you're 13 and he's 16 when he taps furiously on your window at night, wild eyed and wearing a t-shirt and sweats. he falls ungracefully on his ass when you let him in, though he grins at you from the floor. "thanks, squirt"

you wince at the nickname, knowing it solidifies you as someone only platonic to him. armins little sister and nothing more. "what's this all about?"

he gets up and swipes imaginary dust off his sweats, looking around your room. its absurdly girly. he picks up one of your plushies and tosses it up, then catches it, peering over at you and grinning. "i hope you never change," he sighs and flops down onto your pink sheets. "girls my age are fucking psychos"

you creep closer to him, snatching your plush back. "im sure there's something you're leaving out there. im not completely dumb, you know"

he waves his hand, "yeah but you're....i don't know? innocent or whatever. you don't care about shit like boys and drama"

i do care about boys, you think, watching the way his shirt rides up to expose a hint of tan skin. you look away, squeezing your plush to your chest. "im gonna grow up eventually, ren"

he sighs and sits up, looking at you from under his ridiculously cute floppy brown hair. "Just promise me you won't go boy crazy"

you roll your eyes and sit down next to him, he leans in and licks a broad stripe against your cheek with his tongue, grinning "we have cooties"

you swat at him and wipe your cheek, groaning and calling him gross. "i know that. you and armin never let me forget how gross boys are", you side eye him. "what did you even do? really?"

he looks to the side, only now having it in him to look the least bit sheepish, "my girlfriend may have caught me with my hand down historias skirt..."

"EREN JAEGER!!!"

yeah, boys really are gross. but not eren, no he's beautiful and magical and makes you feel all the fluttery things. but he's also a player, a bad boy, dangerous and completely off limits. maybe your crush should have ended there, but of course it didn't.

You're 15 when you go on your first date with a boy. until now you haven’t allowed yourself to even think about men outside of the enigma that is eren jaeger, but that’s a lost cause, a stupid crush you need to let go of. and despite what eren thinks, you’re not that innocent. not in your head anyway. you’re a girl and you have fantasies. 

the guy is nice, armin likes him enough. big and tall and humble, reiner brought you flowers for your first date. the age difference is a little weird, he’s in erens grade, a senior, but you think its harmless. you’re turning 16 soon. the date goes well, you smile and giggle alot, and reiner seems smitten by the end of it. he even goes as far as to kiss your hand when he drops you back off at home, at 8pm sharp, just like he promised. he was kind and sweet, and you liked him, but you wonder what it means that there were no flutters in your belly, not like when you’re around him…

you’re still thinking about that when you open the door, and walk inside. the house is quiet, and you wonder where armin is, and eren. thinking they both must be in armins room, you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopping on your path there when you see eren on the couch. he’s lounging back, hand idly wrapped around a gaming controller as he watches you.

you glance around him. “where’s mimmin?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off you. “annie called”, he leans forward a little, propping his chin in his palm as he observes you quietly for a moment.

you squirm in place, his eyes are too hot. “oh” and you make to start moving again but his voice stops you. 

“so. braun, huh?” his tone is hard to discern, the words coming out cool and detached, but his eyes are that intense green. 

“yeah” you say, shifting on your feet. “he was nice. kissed my hand and everything”

“sounds like a dream” and that is definitely said sarcastically. you bristle but eren is already turning away from you, facing the TV. “didn’t think he was your type though” 

because erens been your type since forever, you guess he’s right. reiner couldn’t be more different in both personality and looks, but maybe that’s a good thing. “maybe he can be” you say softly, looking at your feet. you dont see erens eyebrows jump, or his lips twist disdainfully. 

“If you wanna settle for missionary the rest of your life, then sure, go ahead” he sounds a little miffed and that confuses you. makes you look up. you don’t even know reiner that well, but you feel the need to defend him from erens usual snarky jabs. 

“not every guy that doesn’t live on Xbox and fuck half the school is a bland guy” you huff. you feel a little guilty for calling him out but he started it. eren hated preps, that was obvious, but its not like he was a model person either, if his long track record of promiscuity was anything to go by. reiner wasnt boring he just…..wasn’t eren. but that wasn’t a flaw. It shouldn’t be. 

“you been keeping tabs on me, princess?” eren asks wryly, smirking now. you just glare at him, quirking a brow and daring him to prove you wrong, to say he’s better. 

he doesn’t. he just looks at you, sets his controller down and does that tick he’d developed since he was young of jiggling his knee, tapping his finger on it. “don’t go on more dates with him” 

you squint your eyes, “and why not?”

“because i said so” 

“you’re not my boss” 

“because..” he scratches the stubble on his jaw, gaze looking far off as he stares at his bouncing leg. “guys shouldn't touch you” 

your mouth pops open. you get that, right now, you’re too young for stuff like sex, but being touched? everyone your age had boyfriends, why should you be any different?

It feels a bit like deja vu when you tell him, “m’not staying innocent forever. dating and s-sex are apart of life. you do it, why shouldn’t i?” 

you didn’t really get his whole overprotective bit, armin, who was your brother, wasn’t even this bad. he’d seen happy almost, when you told him about your date with reiner, even, so you really don’t see where eren is coming from. 

erens lip curls in a smirk and he points a finger at you. “that’s why” he says. “you can’t even say the word sex without stuttering. what’ll you do when you see a cock for the first time?” 

your skin heats, hating that he’s right. “I’ll grow out of it” you promise him. 

he huffs a laugh. “sure thing, dork” but then his face gets serious. “you don’t need to change though. sex is lame, i promise.” 

“you seem to have alot of it, so there must be something good about it” 

“for me, yeah” he grins. “but im selfish. most men are, and you deserve better than some highschool tumble with a guy who looks like he can’t find the clit to save his life” his eyes weigh you down. “just keep bein’ you. If i come back from college and hear that you’re the towns tramp stamp, m’ not gonna be happy” 

and that’s that. 

you’re 16 when eren leaves for college. you get to 18 without ever being touched. 

you’re 18 and you wish you hadn’t begged armin to let you come to this stupid bomfire party. it’s just the first time he’s been home in the 2 years since he’d left for college, and you know that means eren is back too, though you have yet to see him. he’s supposed to be at the party though.

you wonder if he’ll react to having seen you after not for awhile, if he’ll look at you different now that you’re grown. you’re wearing a simple pleated white skirt and a pink top, the picture of innocence you’ve always been, never changing. 

being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, you want to cling to armins side, but you don’t want to be annoying so you tell him its okay to leave you. your eyes scan the mass of people on the crowded beach as you nervously hold your solo cup to your chest. 

your eyes stop their nervous skittering when they land on someone familiar. 

college eren is completely different and yet wholly the same since you’d last seen him. he’s wearing a red bomber jacket, over a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, scuffed converse kicking in the sand as he shifts from one foot to the other. you peep tan skin, a hint of a tattoo peeking on his neck and….and black hair. he’d dyed his hair, and, is that jewelry on his ear? rings on his hand?

he’s smiling easily with a pretty blonde and...and reiner. talking to them like old friends as he tilts his head back and laughs, taking a swig from his cup. he’s still chuckling and shaking his head when his eyes flick distractedly over, rove over you and then stop. even from all the way where you are the green of his eyes pins you in place. the warm glow of the bonfire dances across his features, and you see the bastard has a lip ring as well. he takes his time cataloging you and you do him, before his lips tilt, he hands off his drink and he makes his way over to you. 

your whole body is tense with nerves as he gets closer and closer.

when he’s standing in front of you, the smell of his cologne wafts over you. his smile is small and genuine. “hey, pip” 

pip as in short for pipsqueak. you have to fight the urge to grin at him, your cheeks warming pleasantly, even though you groan out loud. “m’ not little anymore” 

“I can see that” eren eyes rake over you, linger on your bare legs before dragging slowly back up. his eyes feel like a caress and when they meet yours again, you’re already tingly. you’ve never been touched sexually, and just one look from eren has you wet between the legs like nothing. “still dress like you wanna be an extra in a Bratz commercial” 

the tension disputes as you swat his arm. “shut up!! Its a fashion choice, not like you’d know. dressed like a wannabe rockstar” 

“aw, c’mon. you’d be my groupie right?” 

you roll your eyes. “you wish, jaeger”

“mm” he hums softly. “s’cute though. always has been” 

before you can even register the compliment, he’s leaning forward to peek into your cup, swiping it easily from you. “underage drinking, are we? left you for a couple years and you go rebel barbie on me” 

you squawk as he chugs all of your drink back in one gulp, crushing the cup in his fist and tossing it behind him. “ren! I wasn’t even drinking it. It was..” you wave your hand around. “for the aesthetic”

“uh huh” he drones, but then he jerks his chin. “i’ll get you another one to stand around and look pretty with then. C’mon”

cute, pretty. the compliments are gonna make your heart fly out of your chest if he doesn’t let up. you follow him as he leads you to a keg, one that’s a little ways away from the bustle of the party, close to the parking lot where you came in. 

you shyly say ‘thank you’ when he fills you a cup and hands it to you, proceeding to lean back against a car as he goes back to observing you.

to distract yourself you mumble, “you can’t just lean on a strangers car for the sake of being cool” 

the grin is back. “you think im cool?” when you glare at him he rolls his eyes and slaps the hood of the car. “she’s mine, pip. you can untwist your panties” 

you blink at him, “since when did you get a new car? and when did you dye your hair?” 

he looks at you curiously, drumming his fingers. “do you not, like. follow me on instagram?”

you look away, kicking your feet in the sand. hesitantly you admit, “didn’t wanna miss you, so i didn’t look” 

he doesn’t say anything to that. the silence stretches between you, making you nervous. should you not have said that? you guessed it was weird, after all, but it was true. If you’d looked at how erens life was progressing without you there to see it, you’d have cried and been a total lovesick girl about it. 

he finally breaks the silence. “do you have a boyfriend?” 

you look back at him. “uh...no? do you?”

the smirk you wanted ghosts over his lips again, and your eyes are drawn to his lip ring when he tugs it between his teeth. “nah, you know me. unattainable” 

“yeah, i know” you say under your breath, thinking of how eren jaeger had been an unattainable fantasy for you for years. 

“so no current boyfriend or…?” 

“no boyfriends...ever” its embarrassing to admit, but less humiliating than admitting that the reason that was is because you’re in love with your brothers best friend, the very man standing before you now. 

“that’s kinda tragic, pip” eren hops up on the hood of his car and fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. he waves a hand at you, “you’re rockin’ a bod like that and no one’s bagged you? thought you’d be beating down options with a bat by now” 

you watch the smoke that plumes in the air, the way it coils and wisps, and really look at eren. he’s tragically beautiful. his no black hair is boyishly messy, tangled around his head in a dark halo. his face is sharp and tan, his eyes striking and making you feel like you’re sinking into the sand beneath your feet.

you’ve wanted him for so long, it makes you ache. years and years of pushing away men and declining confessions for this man in front of you. you’d never expected anything from him, but you couldn’t move past the fantasy in your head. couldn’t imagine giving any of your firsts to anyone but eren. 

“you told me to stay innocent” its out before you can stop the words, they just fumble out, spilling from your lips and into the air like the smoke.

eren stills, pauses from where he’d been about to take another drag. his expression is unreadable. he flicks the ashes from the cig on the sand, stumps it out under his foot as he hops down. the wind ruffles his dark hair as he just looks and looks and looks at you. 

“yeah?” and oh, jesus, if the rough gravel in his voice doesn’t make your cunt warm immediately. “and you listened?” 

you squeeze your thighs together, an action that draws erens gaze between your legs. to late to back down now, you think, and wet your lips. “y-yeah. I did” 

“you didn’t let any boys touch you while i was gone?” eren continues and he draws closer, creeping towards you.

you shake your head, silent as he comes in front of you. he reaches up to delicately push a strand of hair behind you ear with one of his ring fingers. he keeps it tucked behind your ear as he towers over you, staring you down. “you’re still my innocent little girl, huh?” 

you wonder if this is how it feels to be seduced, seduced by eren jaeger no less. his eyes are warm, and they make you feel warm from where the rest on your eyes, and then, your lips. they part under his gaze, on instinct. “I am, ren. always have been” 

his eyes darken, and the finger behind your ear becomes his whole hand sliding to cup the back of your head, slowly fisitng your hair in it. “shit” he tilts your head up. “you can’t say things like that, baby”

baby, baby, baby. your head swims. you’re on autopilot now, speaking without thinking and you think that’s good because if you were thinking clearly you wouldn't have the courage. “i’ve always been your good girl. no one elses” 

you have one second to hear his exhale before his lips are crashing against yours, and oh. oh, he’s good. you feel the metal of his lip ring against your bottom lip as he slides his tongue in your mouth, eating you up.

“god, you’re sweet” he nips your lip. “knew you would be”

you pant into his mouth, your hands curling on his chest, “y-you’ve thought about me?”

“‘course i did, im not blind” he pulls away. “I just really like my dick and didn’t want it chopped off. armin is scary” 

you know he can be when he wants to be, knows if he saw eren ravishing his little sister against his car right now, body parts would be strewn about. and that’s just from armins verbal warfare.

you look at eren demurely from under your lashes, “i don’t want anything to happen to your…” you trail off at the end.

erens eyebrows climb up his forehead, he presses close to you, tugs you to him. “my…” he prods, eyes glinting with mischief. 

you look away, pouting. “know i can’t say it” you mumble, hating that even now, saying vulgar words is embarrassing for you.

erens chest shakes with a laugh. “you just sucked my tongue down your throat, pip, and you can’t talk about my cock? you’re precious, c’mere.” he starts walking backwards, towards his car. “we gotta be sneaky about it but-” he dips down to kiss you again, once, twice. “i really wanna touch you” 

you gulp, and nod, let him pull you to his car and open the backseat for you, climbing in after you. he shuts and locks it behind him and then he’s facing you, eren jaeger giving you his full attention. looking at you like he wants you, like he’s seeing you, like he wants to do alot of bad things to you.

you place a shaking hand on his shoulder. “im- i dont know what to do..”

you want to impress him, but pretending you’re good at something you’re not won’t do that. eren doesn’t like liars anyway. 

he scoots close to you, pulling you halfway onto his lap until you’re sitting comfortably against him. you bite your lip when you feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your ass under your skirt. one of his hands settles on your bare thigh, scooting it up just barely.

“you ever watch porn, sweetheart?” erens breath puffs against your ear and you squirm on top of him. 

you push down your own embarrassment, resigning yourself to be a big girl and be honest. “s-sometimes” 

“yeah?” god, why does just that word turn you on so much? “tell me what kind of stuff you watch when you touch your little pussy” 

his vulgar words go straight to your cunt, at the same time his hand slides up your thighs and slips under your skirt. you close your eyes when you feel the tip of his finger trace over the band of your panties. “they’re always a couple..” you gasp when his hand dips inside, palm cupping over your pussy. “a-and the guy has dark hair..”

“Imagining anyone in particular?” eren teases, but you hear his breath catch at the same time yours does when he sinks one long finger inside. the folds around your slit part seamlessly around the intrusion, sucking his finger in like your pussy wants it there. “so wet, baby. keep talking for me?”

ever the good girl, you push through the tingles and the heat spreading down your legs, the slick sound of his finger fucking in and out of you filling the silent car as you struggle to find words. “s-shes always inexperienced. Its her first time and...and hes gentle” you moan a little when erens thumb comes to swirl around your clit, hips lips finding your neck. he’s teasing another finger at your tight entrance when you swallow another groan and try to keep talking like he’d asked. “he’s gentle but he takes. t-takes what he wants”

“mm” eren hums, tongue sliding against your skin. you gasp when the tip of his ring finger edges in beside the other one, stretching your tight passage around his digits in thorough little twists of his fingers. “that’s real good, baby. you like the sound of that, huh?” 

eren hooks his chin over your shoulder, bunches your skirt around your waist so he can see where your little pussy is clenching and squeezing around him, clit engorged and throbbing for attention. when you don’t answer, he continues, using the slick dripping down your slit, gathering it and then pushing back into you. “I bet” he says, low, husky. “In those videos, he eats her out real nice, yeah? makes sure her little virgin cunt is wet enough to take his cock”

“y-yeah” you pant, holding his wrist but not pulling it away, pushing him more towards you. you’re starting to grind down against the pleasure, walls rhythmically fluttering around his fingers, fucking yourself on them without even knowing it. he curls them, and your head thumps back against his shoulder as you cry out. 

“i’ll give that to you” eren promises, pumping his fingers faster, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits over your blouse, giving it a squeeze. “gonna take you home after you cream around my fingers and lay you out on your bed” he kisses your cheek, holding you firm against him when you start to twitch and writhe. “lick this little flower open. wanna feel your thighs squeeze my face when i drink the cum from your pussy, get you all loose and wet and then i wanna feel you drip down my dick when i slide it inside”

“oh god, ren!” you jerk in his hold as you feel your orgasm crest over you, gushing down his palm, as you ride his hand, milking it as tingles shoot across your whole body. A milky, creamy film rests around his knuckles when he slides his fingers out of your weeping cunt, still pulsating and twitching from the come down. 

he rubs the excess slick around your folds and clit, rubbing it in. you whimper and he chuckles and kisses your cheek. 

you sag against him, fucked out. eren brushes some hair from your forehead and kisses it. “wannabe punk pounds sweet virgin pussy into her bed” 

you look at him, confused and dazed “huh?”

eren grins at you. “s’ gonna be the name of our porno” 

[bakugohoex]

sweet Akashi going to your wealthy husband's funeral, and spending a bit too much time fawning over you, ghosting his eyes over your baby bump and wondering how such an old fuck could even produce sperm instead of just puffing dust after a viagra. You aren't crying, but for show you had your makeup done as if you had been, and Akashi can tell, gently taking the bottom of the veil attached to your pillbox hat and leaning forward, brushing his lips on your cheek while he whispers to you. "Sweetheart, we both know you could do so much better."

"Oh? Better? As in living, or as in..."

"As in me." He smiles, fixing your pearl and diamond beaded veil before he touches the chiffon of your dress, ghosting the floor and covering your red bottom shoes. "I'm sure you're dying to sit." He hummed, then hooked his arm with yours, not really giving you a choice while he walks you to another room and helps you settle onto the fainting couch, then lays you back before he sits at your feet and carefully removes your shoes, grinning a bit at the groan and sigh you let out.

"Thank you."

"Of course." He stares, and it would make you uncomfortable if he weren't so pretty, and you would move away from the warm hands that slowly ghost up your legs, leaving trails of fire on your skin, but you stayed still, almost desperate after spending the last year devoted to a man with a bank account as big as his... well.... the number was as high as his blood pressure, but that was fine. You never wanted it to last. "So," Akashi purrs, pushing the skirt of your dress up until it passed the bend of your knee, and gravity took it the rest of the way down until it laid bunched in the bend of your hip, "I'm assuming you're craving a new touch... I know I would be if I was in your shoes."

"Well, thanks to you, neither of us are in my shoes."

"Would you have preferred I kept them on you?"

"Fuck you, never. I'm 8 months pregnant, and heels? My feet are killing me." He thinks its adorable, watching as you whine and meekly reach for your toes before giving up, and rest your hands on your stomach, rubbing it just a bit. ".....at least the kid is well behaved... she doesn't kick too much, and I bet she'll be cute."

"I hope she looks like you."

"Oh, do you?"

"I do."

"And why would that be?"

"So in a year or so when my ring is on your finger we can lie and say she's mine. They won't be able to tell the difference if she's as lovely as her mother." He smiles, and chuckles at the shock on your face.

"That's bold."

"You like bold."

"I do like bold."

"Is it too bold or not bold enough to fuck you in the room beside where your ex husband's funeral is being held?"

You wait, trying to see some kind of punchline, but he just stares with those intense eyes that bore into you, and all you find it seriousness.

"I never liked that he had you." Akashi shifts so he's on his hands and knees, crawling over you until he's directly above you, and your round tummy brushes against the buttons of his starch white dress shirt. You wonder for a moment when he abandoned the deep red jacket and vest of his 3-piece, but don't get long to ponder until he's unpinning your little hat from your hair, and setting it on a nearby table. "I wanted you, but I suppose it was a first come, first serve kind of thing, and he despised it when other men even glanced your way..."

"I like possessive and jealous."

"I like getting what I want."

"So-"

"So tell me you're mine and let's get this pitiful little game over with." Akashi blances on his knees and one hand, the other moving to undo his belt. He raises an eyebrow, and a nod is all he needs before your breath is taken away along with any residing worries.

Red was never a traditional color to wear to a funeral, nor that Akashi cared, nore did he care that it was disrespectful to the dead to fuck the widow in the next room, with his fingers stuffed in your mouth to keep you quiet and his teeth in your shoulder to muffle himself. He doesn't wonder how much of a pain it will be to clean your cum out of the cushions, and instead focuses on drawing it out of you, moving his fingers just to hear your hushed cries declaring yourself as his while he lifts his head and pulls the neckline of your dress down to suck at your tits. You were struggling, trying to figure out if you were just needy, or if Akashi was just that good, drawing out desperate little sobs with each push and pull of his hips, and the feeling of his mouth in your achy chest was even better, making your legs shake and a new round of honey drip around his cock. You're away too long, and you can vaguely hear people beyond the door looking for you when Akashi pulls out and hurriedly uses nearby tissues to clean you both. He takes extra care to fix your clothes, and pin your hat back into place before he places a teasing kiss to your lips.

"Awe, my pretty darling... I just know that you'll be a splendid little wife for me."

"Mm... people will wonder..." You're exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sleep despite needing to read a shitty speech someone else wrote for you.

"Say it's the woe of a new widow trying to save herself the sadness, or," he leans down, and gives you gentle kisses that lull your eyes shut, "I can just get rid of anyone who dares say an ill word against my pretty wife and darling daughter."

"Mhm... your darling daughter." You mutter, letting sleep take you, at least for a short bit, and Akashi smiles.

He always gets what he wants.

BABES please ya gonna make me become a whole ass simp for akashi like firstly fuck the old dead husband i just wanted money and now i have sexy af akashi

i’m in love with this like the fact that we fucked in the funeral like yeah i loved it and the baby will look like me and we can be a happy family where the old man is forgotten and akashi is the father and we have money and i get fucked and bred by the sexy boy

HES SO FINE LIKE THE WAY HE JUST UNDID THE CLOTHES AND LET THE DRESS RIDE UP AND TOOK THE STUPID HAT OFF AND THEN FUCKED READER BABES IDK HOW YOU THINK OF THIS BECAUSE GENUINELY ITS AMAZING AND IM ALWAYS SPEACHLESS AFTER READING IT ALL

i just love it all sm 🥺

[hobiwonder]

An Open Letter to BTS

Hi guys, time for another rant *cue idol*

So I recently watched a video on youtube by this girl SherlizaMoe (i think that's her yt user) on colourism in Kpop, Asia and in a BTS context. She talked about her struggles as a teenager with her skin colour, using lighter makeup in cosplay and generally just being a victim to the whole lighter-is-beautiful mentality before she finally started to love and feel comfortable in her own skin. She also touches on colourism in Asian countries such as India, China, Korea, Philipines etc. It's a great video and touches on a little but if everything for example why it is so prevailant, the historical reasons behind it and the mainstream stars now contributing to colourist ideas by promoting whitening creams, skin bleaches etc.

In that video she touched on kpop as well and more specifically, BTS. She obviously showed an older clip of Namjoon saying how he couldn't see Tae or Hoseok because they were "too black". Now, he has apologized and genuinely moved on from him ignorant beliefs and is very self-reflective and self-aware. It's evident in how much he has grown as a person that we don't need him to constantly apologize or reassure people with his words when we can see in his actions and personality that he has changed.

BUT I will say, the reason for my post is that I see the most change in Namjoon. He made a mistake and he learned from it. What hurts me the most - as it always did in the past but i ignored it like a dumbass - is that how the rest of the group members, unknowningly or knowingly i can't say, are still a victim of that mentality that lighter is the way to go. They may not say it directly but we all know actions speak louder than words. More specifically, Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung are the ones I still see that indirectly make these inferences.

For example, ever since their debut, there have been mupltiple instances in season's greetings, summer package and most of all, Bon Voyage where Jimin has made a commeny about other members getting tanner. He has called Jungkook a kamdoongie years back and I remember it was a big deal for a while until everyone - including myself - dismissed it as them being young and dumb. But that is it. I do think that Jimin still hasn't realised it. That his words and sometimes actions do hurt Army such as myself who are of tanner or very dark complexion. He constantly makes a note of Jungkook tanning, often teasing him for getting tanned which I have found hurtful myself and I can't imagine how Jungkook must feel.

I will say, it's Jimin who contributes the most in terms of his teasing comments. We all know the tan JK got in BV2 and all laughed at it as it sort of became a meme. Because he got a weird tan line, the members made fun of him and it was evident that it was mostly because of the weird tan line and not for getting tanned at all. However, when I watched the new BV, I was honestly kind of really weirded out by the amount of sunscreen Tae, Jungkook and Jimin would put on. Jimin pointed out that Jungkook got a weird tan last time so he should put sunblock on. Whoever has watched the new season can tell that he is teasing - albiet playfully - and then jungkook proceeds to put sunblock on every surface visible.

It's the same when Tae gets to Malta. The scene where he could be a mime with how white his face was because of the sheer amount of sunscreen he was putting on. In episode 2 or 3 I think, Jimin tells jungkook that he has already gotten darker. It's at the restaurant they are eating at so it might be second episode. Throughout the series, they just put on butload of sunscreen like it's going to stop them from tanning. I'm guessing Namjoon doesn't know otherwise he would clown them I think lmao that sunscreen DOESN'T stop you from tanning. It literally just filters the UV rays so the sun isn't going to cause damage and diseases like skin cancer. It does NOT stop production of melanin so regardless, you still get tanned. But we can all tell that that's precisely the reason they keep on slapping sunscreen - to prevent tanning.

Jungkook and Yoongi both wear dark clothes, covering their whole bodies to prevent from getting tanned. I moreso think that's why jungkook wore full sleeves. With Yoongi, maybe not so much but maybe he also wore full sleeves to avoid tanning. I don't see another reason he would be wearing dark full sleeve clothes in the sweltering heat. Namjoon goes out and buys sleevless shirts, Hoseok wear short sleeves, shorts, flowy shirts. Lile you can tell that Namjoon doesn't give a shit about getting tanned and niether does hoseok.

What strikes me the most is that despite Jimin making these comments, he wears shorts, doesn't slap on a gallon of sunscreen because I have noticed he doesn't tan as quickly or as much. We all remember debute Jimin. He wore sleevless and was tan probably because at that time, he was a trainee, went to school, etc. Now he is considerably paler because his wardrobe has changed and sometimes your complexion DOES shift. Mine was much darker when i was young and now im a few shades lighter but still very tan.

Now let's talk about their selfies. All selfies they upload, you can tell that they have either chosen the filter that is the lightest or their exposure is super high. Don't come at me that they are naturally pale or that they don't use filters because even when they are outside, you. can TELL that they have used a filter. It really, really hurts me guys. As I imagine other armies. I may sound dramatic but it is the truth. Seeing men who are my rolemodels, not embrace their own skin because of the societal norms of what is considered beautiful and what is not. It's kind of contradictory to their message and I hope Namjoon can educate them a little more on the impact they are having by these subtle things they do.

I'm not calling Jimin bad, or anyone else in the group. I love then dearly and BECAUSE I love them, I want them to be better people. The recent picture Jungkook posted in Fancafe. Have you guys seen how whitewashed that is? Like why do they appear so gorgeously tan and golden in the US? Any show outside of Korea they have gone to, they can be seen in their true skin colours. In Korea, the culture is to just put a wash to their cameras so everyone appears lighter than they are. BTS stands for not following the societal norm, to change things we are not happy with. Just because it's the culture, doesn't mean it is right. It is colourism. I was fortunate enough to have a family who empowered me and made me feel comfortable in my own skin. But not everyone has that.

Especially in Korea, Brazil, India, Indonesia and other developing counties who have these farmful beauty standards as a replacement for equal rights and opportunities to climb up the social hierarchy. I'm not claiming to know everything but i hope you get the gist of it. And I hope they can learn and move away from these ideas that lighter is beautiful. I'm sure many people feel the same way. If I am to criticise other groups for colourism, I want my own ult group to change.

I am also not saying lighter skin is bad or that BTS should be always tan. Skin colours change according to the weather we all know. But what I am saying is completely different.

That's all thanks for reading if you did. Check out these videos for more context.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=c4jhLttgQkk

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_YhxShoelz4 - Jackie Aina talking about skin bleaching.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UBhQus4yr5Q

- Skin bleaching documentary. It's something that is practiced all around Asia and Africa.