#i had no idea what to put in the caption so i simply did not.. amen

[mclarenyaoi]

[octuscle]

A matter of honor

After splitting up with his girlfriend, Angus' financial situation became increasingly precarious. The hotel he had moved into when he was kicked out of the apartment they shared was far too expensive for his means. And after a short time, he realized that his standard of living did not match his income, but hers. Every use of a credit card was a gamble. And Angus was finding it increasingly difficult to keep his cool.

He realized that the situation was critical when he went to his fashionable gym after a short and not very lucrative day at work. His membership card wasn't working. So he went to the counter to ask why. And his jaw dropped: Nicolas, who worked at the front desk, was usually the epitome of a crossfitter. A handsome young man, well-built, well-groomed, a feast for the eyes! But the fellow who was now standing opposite Angus was, firstly, almost a head taller and at least twice as heavy as Angus. A beefcake! His right arm was inked all over with the kind of images you'd expect to see on a hooligan. A greasy mullet on his head and a horseshoe moustache on his face. And a huge cock that was squeezed into his tight trousers.

"Hi Angus, are you having any problems?" asked Nicolas. "I don't know, Nicolas" replied Angus, "you tell me!" "Name's Nick, let me have a look". Nick explained to Angus that the last two contributions could not be debited. And that letters to his address had been returned as undeliverable. No wonder, Angus had of course given his girlfriend's address. Angus took a deep breath and explained his problem to Nick. It felt good to finally tell the truth. Somehow he felt like he could tell his fellow anything. "Angus, my buddy, I think I have a solution," Nick said and pulled out his cell phone. "I'm easily making a thousand pounds a day with this app here at the moment. Sometimes even 2,000 if things are going well. He looked at Angus almost lustfully, grabbed his crotch and said that he could easily make just as much money.

"Hell," Angus thought to himself. As long as my cell phone isn't blocked, I'll give it a try. Nick let Angus into the gym and Angus installed the app. If he understood correctly, this was basically something like OnlyFans. People paid for voyeurism. He could only hope that none of his friends joined in. Angus took a deep breath, put on his most dazzling smile and posted the selfie with the caption "Guys, I'm new here. Looking forward to interacting with you!"

Angus had just finished warming up when he received his first message. "Would love to see you with a nipple piercing. Offer 20 pounds." Angus wondered what he should do now. He could select "Accept", "Decline" or "Counter-proposal". He pressed "Accept" once. The account balance display jumped to 20 pounds. Apart from that, he didn't notice anything. Very strange, he thought as he played with his right nipple, lost in thought. Maybe it would be a good idea to pierce the other one at some point. When he was financially liquid again. The feeling of the piercing was simply hot!

Angus had almost finished training when he got the next message. "What do you think about a new job? Offer you 100 pounds." This was getting stranger and stranger. He pressed "counter-proposal" and jokingly entered 5,000 pounds. What could happen? The display read "Crowdfunding active" and the account balance rose slowly but steadily. Angus finished his training, posted a quick selfie with a sweaty torso and went to take a shower. Back at his locker, he glanced at his cell phone. The account balance was 4,975.89 pounds. And then it jumped to 5,020.00 pounds. Nick had been right, it was a piece of cake. He got into his not-so-clean overalls, put on his work boots, grabbed the toolbox and set off. He had the late shift at the emergency plumbing service today, he had to hurry. He said goodbye to Nick with a fist bump. He liked the fellow. The bald head and the full beard looked great on the guy. Okay, at just 5'6" he looked a bit like a garden gnome. But at least he looked like a damn muscular one.

Angus' boss didn't like it when he played with his personal cell phone during work. So he could only read through the new messages after he had finished work at around 10 pm. There were a lot of offers. Some were strange at best, really sick or perverted at worst. He couldn't even put up that much money as a counteroffer that he would agree to a one-inch cock or six fingers per hand. With others, he didn't have to think twice. Someone had offered him a new apartment for 500 pounds, for example. Another had offered to adjust Angus' hairstyle. For 200 fucking pounds. Angus really had to grin. As he sat around the corner of his basement apartment in his favorite pub, drinking an after-work beer, he scratched his bald head. He still didn't understand what this app was for and what it did… But he already had almost 7,000.00 pounds in his account.

It had been a tough day. Angus was tired. He was glad to be in bed. The last message he accepted before falling asleep was the offer that he was now called Liam. For 50.00 pounds, after all.

Liam knew what he owed his fans. Still lying in bed, he posted a selfie with the caption "Out of bed, off to the gym. And then back to cleaning clogged pipes".

While sitting on the loo, Liam accepted a few more tattoos and a septum piercing. It brought him almost another 400 pounds. But if he wanted the muscles to burn, he had to hurry now.

Nick greeted Liam and told him what work still needed to be done in the men's shower. By taking on these small janitorial tasks, Liam saved himself the horrendous club fees. He could only hope that he had understood Nick correctly. The ascetic Indian's accent was really hard to understand.

"300 pounds if you become a weightlifter". Accepted. "50 pounds if you work out in a basement gym in a backyard in Newham" Accepted. Bloody hell, he was here to work out, not to chat. Liam simply accepted a series of requests without thinking. He hadn't fucked an ass for over ten hours now. And his shift as a sewer worker was about to start. He had to let off some pressure first. One of the fellows working out with him had been watching him the whole time. Liam stood up in front of him.

"Ever sucked a proper ma'e's cock?" Liam asked with his booming bass in his deepest cockney accent. The young man immediately and willingly got down on his knees. Yes, Liam had a mountain of debts to work off. But a man's got to do what a man's got to do.

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[jackles010378]

Wait Till I Get Home

Requested by Anon: Could you do a fic where the reader teases beau by sending sexy pictures while he is at work and says whatcha gonna do about it now lol and he shows her how it’s going to be please

I hope this is ok for you 😊

(Beau Arlen x You)

Y/n gets bored whilst Beau is at work, that is until she decides to send some not so innocent texts to Beau 😜

Warnings: contains smut 🔥 and fluff 🥰

Minors DO NOT INTERACT‼️🔞

Y/n stared at the clock, bored out of her mind as she lounged on the couch. Beau was at work, and she had the whole house to herself. A mischievous grin crept across her face as an idea formed in her mind. Why not have a bit of fun and spice up Beau's day at work?

She quickly got up and headed to the bedroom. After a few minutes of rummaging through her wardrobe, she found the perfect outfit - a sultry black lace lingerie set that she knew Beau would love. Y/n pulled out her phone, set the timer, and struck a pose in front of the mirror. Click. The first saucy photo was taken. She changed her pose Click, the second picture was taken. Y/n carried on till she had a decent amount of photos to send and tease Beau with.

She scrolled through the photos, selecting the ones that she deemed the steamiest. With each click, her confidence grew, and she felt exhilarated by the idea of surprising Beau with these daring photos. Y/n knew she was pushing the boundaries a bit, but she also knew that Beau wouldn't be able to resist.

After selecting the best shots, Y/n attached them to a message for Beau. She added a teasing caption to accompany the photos and hit send. As soon as the messages were delivered, Y/n felt a rush of excitement and nerves. She couldn't wait to see Beau's reaction.

Meanwhile, Beau sat at his desk, buried in work. His phone buzzed, indicating a new message. Curious, he picked it up and unlocked the screen. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw the photos that Y/n had sent. Beau's heart raced, and a smirk tugged at his lips.

He quickly composed himself, realizing that he couldn't let Y/n have all the fun. Without missing a beat, Beau typed out a reply, matching Y/n's boldness with his own saucy message. The playful banter between them escalated, each message more daring than the last.

As the day went on, the exchange between Y/n and Beau became hotter and hotter. His last message sent a shiver down her spine "Wait till I get home darlin'! 😏"

By the time Beau arrived home, the tension between them was palpable. Y/n was there waiting for him, still wearing the black lace underwear from the photos she sent him.

"Wow, what's gotten into you?" Beau asked, his eyes wide with surprise and desire. Y/n simply shrugged innocently, pretending she had no idea what he was talking about. But the sly glint in her eyes betrayed her.

Unable to resist any longer, Beau closed the distance between them and pulled Y/n into a heated kiss. The spark between them ignited, fuelled by the anticipation and desire that had been building all day. Y/n's plan had worked perfectly. Beau couldn't keep his hands off her, his touch setting her skin on fire.

Beau pulled away from the kiss only to fling Y/n over his shoulder. Y/n let out a small yelp "Beau, put me down" he slapped her ass making her yelp again. "oh no darlin, i told you you were going to pay for sending those photos". Beau dropped her at the foot of the bed, slowly removing his jacket that he had yet to take off. A nervous feeling was rising in y/n stomach. she had never seen Beau like this before, the lust in his eyes, the darkness that took over him.

He dropped down to his knees in front of her, his hands slowly creeping up her thighs with feather light touches. Her skin trembling with anticipation. He looked at her with complete dominance "I need you to lay down for me sweetheart" he said in that deep husky voice that drove her wild. She did as she was told, moving further up the bed to get comfortable. Beau painfully ran his hands up her thighs to pull at her now soaked panties "damn darlin, your soaked already, I've barely touched you". He pulled them down her legs as he stared at her dripping core.

The light kisses he was leaving on her thighs was making her squirm already. She was getting nervous and excited at the same time. Her hands fisted the sheets as he made contact with her throbbing clit, his tongue swirling, his teeth nipping, his lips sucking. Her head falling back further into the pillow as the sensation of his actions took over. Her moans spurring him on, he inserted a finger. Her gasp telling him he had found the right spot, he inserted another finger curling it upwards. Beau wasn't wasting any time, she has plagued him all day with those pictures. He could feel her walls starting to pulsate around his fingers, an evil thought came to his mind.

Just as she was about to climax he stopped. Y/n looked up in shock. Beau had never denied her before. "Thats for teasing me with those saucy photos y/n, I told you I'd make you pay" he said as he looked at her with the biggest smirk on his face. Y/n sat up in a huff, all riled up. Beau couldn't keep a straight face "don't worry sweetheart, the nights not over yet". The blush that crept up y/n cheeks was undeniable.

Beau stripped out of his trousers and shirt. Y/n sat up on the bed admiring the man she fell in love with. He approached her caressing her cheek lightly "your so god damn beautiful". She could never get use to him complimenting her.

He kissed her deeply as he pushed her down, caging her underneath him. He had shimmied his boxers of as he kissed her. "you know I wanted to punish you for making me blush at work, but I just can't do it. I wanna take my time with you, savour every touch, every kiss, your beautiful moans" with that said he sheathed himself inside her. Her eyes rolling at the feeling of him filling her completely.

He got lost in the way he felt against her warmth, the way her face contorted with pleasure, the way he could tell she was getting close. With each delicious drag in and out of her, Beau thought he had died and gone to heaven. "Beau, go faster, please" she asked him. He crashed his lips onto hers as he picked up the pace, both of them becoming breathless. Her walls pulsating, his cock was throbbing. He knew she was close but it felt like she was holding back "come for me darlin" she placed a hand on his cheek "together" she replied.

They came hard, and together. Beau couldn't quite believe it happened. It was the most euphoric feeling he had ever had. He collapsed to the side of y/n, both trying to get their breathing under control.

As they lay tangled together in the aftermath, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Boredom had turned into excitement, and she knew that their love was as fiery and intense as ever. "I love you Sheriff Beau Arlen" he grasped her hand bringing it to his lips "I love you Y/n L/n, Always".

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[asmogorna]

I can't recall if I have already asked you this or not, but were you the one who drew this?

(If so, then I need you to know that this is the best Will Wood fanart that has ever been made. Plus he would totally wear that.)

i'll tell you more. there's a prequel to this. and i have a huge history with this very art. grab your hot cocoa, your popcorn, or whatever else you consume when listening to a story..

NOW tbh this mf piece of art makes my heart sink every time i see it simply because the memories of the past still haunt me and theyre not lovely /hj

imagine, year 2023, (relatively) young asmogorna doesn't yet know how twitter can get when it comes to fandoms based around real people, and his friend gives him an idea

"i had a dream about will wood drawing hamilton yaoi" his friend said to him "you should draw that"

and draw that young asmo did

but then a funny teehee connection was created in asmo's head. "hey" he thought "you know what else is related to hamilton. miku binder."

and he, inspired by this truly humorous and silly idea, drew that very masterpiece, posting it on twitter later that day, with the caption "i am so sorry mr william wood". "oh what a splendid laugh me and me lads (mooties) shall have" asmo thought, as he closed the website

yet little did he know, that the next time he opens twitter its going to be multiple people jumping him and beating his ass in the qrts

"erm,, why are we drawing real life cis men in binders?? /neg /genq" they chanted

"will wood would KILL this person" they howled

"

" they preached, as they threw their torches and rotten tomatoes at stupid young asmogorna

he was shocked, truly shocked, for he did not expect such a backlash. the last thing he had in head is implying that mr william sunshine woodiam of the okultra is trans with his art, his mind blown by the amount of people misunderstanding his intentions, for he didnt even think about the intentions people would assume he had. "where tf did i ever say that this is a headcanon of any sort THIS DOESNT EVEN HAVE TO BE A BINDER FOR TRANS PPL WHAT ARE THEY ON" he mumbled softly to his friends, glancing at the raging crowd.

asmo shamefully deleted the post, wrote a public apology thread, and decided to throw the painting he put so much shits and giggles in out in the trash, forever forgetting his legacy....

but to be fr tho that shit was funny asf and im still mad at twitter for making me look like one of them tallyship mfs who headcanon real life people as .. anything really😭

will wood would scoff and giggle in disappointment at this MAX trust me his ass does NOT gaf

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Picture prompt masterlist #7!! You and H just finished fucking and he takes a picture to post on his close friends but her accidentally posts it to his main and quickly deletes it, but the thought of him knowing that people saw it and he just got fucked makes him kinda horny again and you tell him to turn his phone off or smth like that🥺

What a good idea! I love it!!! Hope you like the blurb! Thanks for the inspo 🫶🏻

You were catching your breath after you’d finished riding Harry’s cock. You were smiling as he peppered kisses all over your bare chest and neck. Your pussy occasionally pulsing around him since he was still buried inside you.

“Fuck that was so good…” You hummed and then kissed the side of his head, “Did it get bigger while you were away?” You asked jokingly and he chuckled.

“Nuh-uh, that’s all you, baby. So fucking tight thought I might have to stretch you out f’me all over again. Like way back then.” He said and you sighed out a little laugh.

“Wow…those were the days…” you hummed and he nodded.

“Baby?”

“Hmmm?”

“Wanna do a post-coitus portrait with me?” He asked lowly, right up against your throat and you giggled at his question and bit your lip as you pulled him out from your neck by the hair.

“Like a saucy picture?” You asked with a curious and delighted grin and he hummed and nodded yes. “Yeah, let’s do it.” You agreed easily and he smiled at you before holding you against him with one arm while leaning over to the bedside table and grabbing his phone and you watched as he actually opened up his instagram. “Wait? On social media?! You dirty, little slut!” You teased with a playful and shocked tone and he smiled bashfully at his screen.

“Yes.” He said simply as he slid over to his story. His dimple carved deeply into his cheek as he continued smiling at his reflection now. He was so pretty to look at you and you sighed dreamily in his arms. He raised the phone a bit more so that it was level with your mouths. “Kiss me. Right on my cheek.” He instructed and you smiled and leaned in. You puckered your lips and smooched him, holding still as he wiped the smile off his mouth and snapped the picture. “That’s nice.” He mused, “Do you like it?”

“Yeah. Actually I do. Gonna post it?” You asked as he looked it over a bit more.

“Can I?” He asked you and you shrugged with a smile.

“I don’t mind.” You assured.

“OK.” He hummed as he started to type something, “How’s that?” He asked and you grinned as you read his little caption: Making up for lost time 🐇🐇❤️‍🔥

“Cheeky boy.” You chuckled and watched as he pressed post and locked his phone. “H.”

“Yes, baby?”

“You posted that on your story.”

“I know.” He chuckled and then you laughed.

“No, like your regular story! Not private!” You alerteded him and his smile dropped and his eyes grew wide in concern.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“YES! I’m positive! Hurry up and take it down!” You urged and he grabbed his phone quickly and unlocked it.

“Oh, shit…shit, shit, shit, shit!” He cursed as he saw that it already had nearly 300 views, he saved it and then deleted it quickly, but he knew the damage was done. His fans acted fast. He then reuploaded it to his private and locked his phone. “Fuck, I’m sorry that’s going to be everywhere… fuck.”

“It’s OK, It’s just a kiss on the cheek, yeah? And well, the caption’s a little spicy but it’s tasteful.” You assured and he chuckled and shook his head.

“I think you’re enjoying this…”

“A little…I don’t often get to claim you publicly. It kind of turns me on.” You said softly and he grinned.

“Me too.” He grinned back and you giggled.

“Yeah, I can tell.” You said softly as you ground down against him, “Got so hard so fast.” You said and clenched your walls and he moaned into your neck.

“What if we record an audio?”

“Please put your phone down before you butt-dial your mom or something…” you advised and he chuckled.

“Fine. Fine.” He agreed and tossed his phone to the empty side of the bed. You smiled as you draped your arms around his shoulders and slightly raised your hips before lowering them back into his and he smiled at you through hazy and lust-filled eyes. “Good girl, fuck me.”

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[ateez-himari]

VERSACE: NEW GLOBAL AMBASSADOR

ATEEZ Himari joins Stray Kids Hyunjin as the fashion house's representative.

September 17, 2023 (6:11PM)

Following the attendance of ATEEZ vocalist Himari at the La Vacanza fashion show, many expected an ambassadorship announcement to follow closely behind yet when the awaited post came only one idol had been put forth for the position. While some speculated that the young woman simply did not fit Versace's criteria, others claimed that due to the group's busy schedule KQ Entertainment had turned down any offers for external work.

On September 17th however all rumors were silenced by a singular post released on the brand's account, which contained a picture of Himari wearing an outfit similar to the one Hyunjin wore in his own announcement with the caption: 'The house of Versace is proud to announce that K-Pop's Princess, Min Himari, will be joining our Prince as global ambassador.' Merely minutes after the statement's upload countless comments began flooding in, for the most part conveying how excited they were that the idol was finally making an official entrance in the high fashion world.

This was not entirely unexpected as during the few months following the fashion show she had been seen almost perpetually wearing at least one Versace piece. It is quite possible that KQ Entertainment wished to wait until the group's schedule cleared to let the artist pursue external offers, hence teasing the collaboration.

'When we met in person for the first time there was something about her very being that immediately had me mesmerized, which is quite the feat because when working in an industry like this you see so much beauty that it almost desensitizes you. To me she truly did look like a princess not only in her visuals but the way she spoke, the way she moved, her posture and immediately I thought to myself 'that's her, if Versace had a human form it would be her'. Throughout the show she tended to stay near Hyunjin and when I saw them together I realized why people call them K-Pop royalty, so much so that I couldn't imagine our house being represented by simply one of them.' - Donatella Versace

'To have been chosen for this position truly is an honor, especially by someone whose fashion I have been following for quite some time now. I can't wait to experience first hands the extent of Donatella's creativity and to take part in the house's amazing journey.' - Himari

Both South Korean artists are recognized for their artistic abilities so it came as no surprise when the fashion brand's creative director expressed her desire for their pieces to inspire a future collection. In the past Himari had shared several images of reformed clothing, a skill she learned from ATEEZ leader Hongjoong, which makes this idea becoming a reality all the more likely.

Himari's attendance at Milan Fashion Week will be her first official appearance as a Versace ambassador, with many more schedules to come. Meanwhile her visage has already begun appearing through displays in stores based in Korea.

The duo's stunning visuals as well as their creative minds is sure to bring the House of Versace to new heights and we eagerly await to see what will come out of the artistic synergy. With a few of their bandmates having been chosen as ambassadors (Hongjoong for Balmain and Felix for Louis Vuitton) we can also look forward to more members making their way into the fashion industry.

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[filmbyjy]

I want angst to fluff

youre dating heejake but you feel like youre not bcs they are always together, when 3 of you are in dates they would always be close to eachother, so you decided to end thjngs with them, they were grieving so much and they only noticed they werent giving you affection, one time you posted on like insta or smth but the caption is " ty for being my friends you guys were the only one who were there for me" (insert pic of friends). Heejake saw your post and went to apologize to you but they saw you with jaywon , they were showering you with hugs and kisses on the cheek. so they decide if its the best to leave you alone, you were happy with heejake but not happy as jaywon.

IM SO SORRY IF ITS TOO LONG

a/n: no!! long asks means its a good thing!! I will have bigger idea and its been narrowed down to how you’d like it! so yes, I don’t mind getting long asks!!

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader x jake

genre: polyamorous relationship, angst and fluff

warning: there is angst for the first part but don't worry! the ending was meh, i'm so sorry :')

word count: 1.3K words

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don’t leave me

it had been a total 245 days since you’ve started dating these two boys. about 8 months or so. you love them both however, recently...you were feeling like a thirdwheel. you knew your two boyfriends were practically attached to the hip.

they were best friends since middle school, they practically grew up with each other. at first when dating them you knew what you were signing up for. you knew they were very close but you just didn't expect them to literally ignore you at times. it was like you weren't there at times and it hurt you.

you tried telling them about this. expressing your feelings. they did try to improve on it but then they just went back to how it was. you had enough with it, you couldn't deal with this anymore.

"let's break up." you told them as they were laughing in the living room talking about all the crazy fun things they had done together at the arcade. you weren't even invited to it.

it went silent. the two boys staring at you wide eyed. you looked away from them so you couldn't see their expressions. you knew you'd breakdown the moment you saw their faces. you still loved them a lot but you couldn't handle more of this. you didn't even feel like a friend, you’re just like an outsider to your relationship.

— placing this in case the read more messes up —

"what, why?" jake voices out. his tone was soft, he knew you'd cry any second now.

"just because." you simply said.

"babe-"

"i'll pack my bags and leave tonight. you two take care, alright?" you left the living room and went to your room.

it had been a month since the break up. you've moved out of their house and left not a single trace. you had such a hard time for the first 2 weeks. you didn't leave the bed. not even once. your two friends jay and jungwon had tried to pull you up. get you out and make you happy but it was hard.

jay and jungwon were a couple. though, they frequently deny they are in a relationship but it was obvious they liked each other. you assumed they didn’t want to put a label over their ‘relationship’.

jungwon nudges your shoulder, "hey there, pretty. here, a glass of water to sober you up."

jay drapes his jacket over you. you smiled at him and thanked him.

"look, i know you want to forget about them but sometimes it's okay to say that you miss them." jay says. you laid your head on jungwon's shoulder.

"is it obvious?"

"very." jungwon says. you smacked his arm. he chuckles and grabs your hand, playing with your fingers. you've never experienced this when you were dating heeseung and jake.

sure, they did a little affection but they did more together then with you. jay and jungwon always gave you the perfect affection. they both initiate it on you (despite being only friends with those two. it was simply platonic)

"you know...if you want them back, we could always devise a plan." jay says.

"a plan of revenge, hyung?" jungwon asks. jay smirks and ruffles jungwon's hair.

"god, now you are making me feel like a thirdwheel." you groaned.

"ah, no. you aren't a thirdwheel! you know we love you (name)."

"yeah yeah. just bring me home. i wanna sleep, i'm tired. i don't wanna deal with life anymore." you mumbled out. jay and jungwon sighed. they brought you home that night and tucked you into bed.

jay dials for jake.

“she’s asleep.”

“that’s great.” jake says.

jay sighs, “look, I know you two miss her. it’s obvious every time we hang out. I literally can see you two pouting every time we mention her.”

“we don’t-”

“cut that bullshit. you two love her a lot still and the break up was stupid. the three of you could’ve worked it out if you talked. (name) told you about it and you did nothing.”

“we did try something but it didn’t work. maybe we were never meant to both date her.”

“what do you mean. you both brought the best out of her. she was happy. yeah, she’s happy with us but she’s not as happy as when she was with you.”

“well it’s over.”

“not if you two get your asses back to her, get on your damn knees and apologise.”

“but she won’t-”

“jake, both me and jungwon love you but sometimes…I JUST WANNA SMACK THAT IDIOTIC FACE OF YOURS.” jay yells. jake winces.

“alright. we’ll go talk to her tomorrow.”

however, they never did. well in the morning nor afternoon but you heard the doorbell ring at like 1am. you had just gone out of bed to grab a glass of water since your throat felt dry. the moment you opened the door, you swore your heart dropped at the sight of your exes.

“(name).” heeseung says. you wanted to shut the door on them but you couldn’t. you were frozen in your spot. it’s been too long since you’ve seen them since the break up.

“we came to apologise.” jake adds.

“can we come in?” heeseung cautiously asks.

it was freezing and the two boys had simply thrown a hoodie over their body. you knew they both got cold easily and you would feel bad to let them freeze so you let them in your home.

all three of you settled on the couch in the living room. jake kneels down on the ground. you were shocked.

“(name). we are so sorry.” he voices out. heeseung does the same and kneels in front of you.

“boys, get up.” you pulled them up. “why are you doing this?”

“we can’t forget about you, (name).”

“we also feel awful about ignoring you. we didnt intentionally do it. it’s just-”

“our first time getting into this kind of polyamorous relationship. moreover, you are our first girlfriend.”

“we didn’t know how to act and to be honest, it was a jerk move to completely ignore you and not communicate with you.”

“you deserve the world, (name). we didn’t treasure you enough and for that…we’re extremely sorry.” jake says. the moment you looked up to meet their eyes, you noticed the tears falling from both of their faces.

“jake, heeseung.” you pulled them into a hug. it felt too long, you missed this. you missed them. however, you knew you’d be a fool to accept them back. what if they continued with the same thing again?

you let go of them once all three of you calmed down.

“I’ll be honest, I don’t know if I’ll be ready to fully accept you guys back. i’m afraid that you guys might ignore me again and we’d just go back to how it was. i don’t want that to happen.” you say. they nod.

“we completely understand. we should leave, thank you for hearing our apology (name).” heeseung says. he pays jake’s shoulders and jake stands up. poor jake sniffles, he already feels like crying once again.

“wait.” you say. they turned around and you hugged them again. “i love the both of you.”

“we love you too.”

they left that night feeling guilty and sad. however, nothing could fully prepare themselves for when you appeared at their front door. kissing the living daylights out of heeseung since he opened the door.

it had been too long. since you’ve felt your lips against his.

“hyung, who was at- the front door..” jake pauses. he did not expect to see you. you pulled away from heeseung and turned your head to meet jake’s eyes.

“umm hi?” jake says. you walked over to him and pulled his onto his collar before smashing your lips against his. jake yelps in surprise. he wasn’t complaining though, your kiss was truly something else.

his hands wrapped around your waist. you pulled away.

“why did you-”

“i know i’m stupid but I really don’t want you guys gone from my life. i really love you two. i umm, can we try this over?”

both heeseung and jake looked at each other.

“of course.” jake pulls you into a hug.

[twilight-good-yall-dumb]

A perspective on social media from a girl who (mostly) had none~

Recently, I created an Instagram account, because I wanted to experience what having a normal social media was like for a change. I haven't been on any traditional social media besides Tumblr since early high school (I am now an adult in college), and I've kept it that way for a reason. I'd had Instagram, Twitter, and maybe even snapchat way back when, all throughout middle school and up into my freshman year of high school. But then I realized what a terrible impact it had on my mental health and also became a bit of a luddite simultaneously. So, after a few bad interactions with social media my freshman year, I'd proven to myself that it did more harm than good in my life, and I got rid of it (seemingly) forever.

Fast forward to me at the start of this summer. I was feeling isolated (back in my hometown, away from my university life), and I had a thought that almost instantly became a plan. I would get Instagram for the summer. At the time, it felt brilliant. I could experience social media properly as an adult, study the effect it had on me, stay in touch with friends while I was lonely, and have an opportunity to post some of the film photos I was proud of. The excellent caveat was that I had given myself a time restraint. By the end of summer, I'm to delete the account no matter my experience. I told my friends about my plan and made them promise me that they would not let me keep it any longer than I'd stated.

So, I make an account, and it's fun! I'm following all of my friends, I'm connecting. I get the dopamine rush of posting for the first time, getting follow requests and comments from my lovely friends, all very enthusiastic for this experiment. But even in the high, I could already see that nothing had changed. My brain was systematically the same brain it had been all those years ago, and I knew almost instantly, that I would have no trouble deleting the account when the time came.

Now here's the thing: I don't regret making it. I've had fun, but the way that it almost immediately shifted my focus and scattered my routine has been sort of mortifying. I've found myself many times mindlessly scrolling and thinking, "I thought I was better than this? I thought I'd bested the brain rot and short attention span of social media?" But what I've realized is that there's really no such thing. The only way to do that (other than maybe not being neurodivergent but uh, I can't help that) was to just not have it at all.

And the process as well has made me reflect on Tumblr as a platform. What I've come away with thus far is that Tumblr, despite being a far less profitable or populated social media than most, is a far healthier online space (for the most part. it still has it's issues, like a hivemind mentality at times, etc.). I've seen posts where people discuss this before, but it's become so true to me: Tumblr is one of the only social medias that truly encourages discussion. It's the only social media where people aren't scared of words. Nowhere else could I make this post, nowhere else would something this long and convoluted gain any traction or incentivize any interaction. And though I have no idea if this will get any notes, I do know that it's possible. Being so used to that, it's been so strange to try and wrap my head around the short form content I'm fed over there (I think TikTok would put me in my grave). Whether it's the caption on a post, the length of a video, the comments, the words accompanying a story, language and content is so restricted. There is so little to be said and so little to add.

As I've played around with stories, I've had a blast simply making myself laugh and posting little photo collages of things I've been up to or making shitty ms paint stories with my random thoughts. But what's so strange to me is I'll make a story, post it, and then look at how much I've written and feel ashamed for it. And how can you not when the function of a story is to last a few seconds? Sure, Instagram is meant to be a primarily visual platform, but these are not novels I am writing, they are simply thoughts. Sentences. And I look at them and feel embarrassed immediately for putting so much of myself on display.

Which only feeds into my final thoughts on the thing. Relative anonymity on social media is a fucking gift. We are so incredibly blessed on this hellsite to be given the opportunity to create a blog rid of any semblance of our true identity, and still create a community. We can post about the things we love unashamedly, discuss our interests at length, and make friends with mutuals, all while never feeling obligated to give any of your real self away. I think that is the most beautiful version of an online space we can cultivate. I post something a little bit goofy on my Instagram, and I immediately fear the way people (in my real life) will perceive the REAL version of myself. I think constantly about how the version of me in other people's minds is being systematically molded by the presence I have on that damn website, and it's crippling. I'll never get to be my truest self there, because I'm too scared of a somewhat uncontrolled group of people knowing so much about me. But here, fuck it. I can say the most untamed, feral things, and somebody will like it and maybe even play along, all while having no idea who that thought belongs to. There's a peace there.

Lastly, on an unserious note, this website has altered the way I talk about things in an online space that I think normal people just are not equipped for. I will say something on my Instagram that I assume is recognizably a joke or meant to be taken lightly, and I'll have somebody respond to it in a manner that disregards the sarcasm or silliness all together. I'm like dude, this is clearly a funny, a silly even. Perhaps I'm just too weird for normal social media, and I can accept that. But honestly, I think so many people would benefit from being their true selves in real life only, and approaching their online space as something different entirely. Let the world and the people around you discover who you are as a person, not the curated profile you have on some evil website. Delete your social media. Embrace peace and discover a sense of self that is separate from the shallow online world. And maybe get a tumblr. It's pretty cool here.

[euphorianyx]

TOXIC |3|

Pairing : certifiedwalkingredflag!! Taehyung & MC Genre : Riveting / Smut / Romance / Angsty Summary : Never imagined my university life to be such a mess, and never thought the reason would be him. Kim TaeHyung… The trouble I should have avoided, yet I just let him swallow me. Why did we go back to each other every time? We could not be together, we could not be apart. Why, love and hate were in disguise when they came to us? ALL CHAPTERS

Gasped in disbelief, I stared at Mi Sun's phone again.

“I… What?”

Mi Sun watched the reaction closely. When she saw me fuming with anger, Mi Sun was sure nothing happened between me and Taehyung.

“It's a lie, isn't it?”

After a sharp nod, I directed my eyes back at her.

“You think?”

She seemed distressed for a couple of seconds, then took a step toward me.

“People saw you two left the party together. That's why they posted this.”

Almost throwing my bag on the chair, I stormed out of the classroom to find Taehyung. I passed the hallway with quick steps and found myself on the other side of the building. I stopped one of the passersby. She stared at me awkwardly, so I felt the need to give a small smile.

“Sorry… Do you know where Taehyung is?”

She stared at me up to down and furrowed her eyebrows.

“Aren't you the girl from last night?”

Her tone was mocking, but I just ignored it. Finding him was my priority.

“Third classroom on the right.”

I simply thanked her and made my way to the classroom. Me literally busting into seniors' classroom was sure unexpected. Ignoring everyone staring or whistling at me, I scanned the room. TaeHyung sat by the last row, completely unaware of my presence. Head in front, he was on his phone and did not even look up until I knocked his desk.

“We need to talk…”

He lazily put his phone down and kept on chewing his gum with a dull expression.

“Go ahead.”

I squinted my eyes and grabbed his arm as I dragged Taehyung outside. I saw a few disgusted stares and heard a few chuckles. Some tall guy by the corner was mentioning a number.

“Twenty third, I guess”

He sure was from Taehyung's squad and seemed proud of him. When he saw me staring daggers at their side, he rubbed his arms as if he was cold. TaeHyung kept quiet and followed me until the door, then he stopped abruptly.

“What is it?”

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath before I blew up. I shoved the phone to his face and asked the most basic and rightful question.

“Why did you do this?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at me as if he had no idea.

“Did what rain girl?”

I urged him to take a look at the phone and the caption. When our eyes met again, he stared at me almost blankly.

“I did not do this. It seems you got lucky.”

He handed Mi Sun's phone back with the stupidest and biggest grin on his lips. Then he turned around to leave as if it was nothing. Reaching my limit, I tapped his shoulder twice.

“Wow… You really think your stick is a blessing or something?”

An arrogant smile spread across Taehyung's face and his tongue pocked his cheek.

“And you really want to know, don't you?”

It took every single nerve to control myself from not slapping him right then and there. My hands turned into a ball of fists. I knew myself well enough to realize I had to back off. Though I did not want to, so I went all out instead.

“That is another level of narcissistic. Listen here… I do not want to be associated with neither you nor your so-called magic wand, okay? So fix this mess.”

Shoving his hand in his pockets, TaeHyung stared down at me. Eyes dark, he spoke rather coldly with his deep voice.

“Talk about prejudicial…”

He took two steps and slightly bumped into my shoulder.

“You gave me your jacket then dropped me off. Now everyone at the party thinks we left together, so you could f*ck me good. That's exactly why you helped me. I am another score.”

Taehyung stopped and turned around to face me again. Shaking his head, he laughed nonchalantly.

“Rain girl… With or without you, my score is already high enough. And I helped you because I wanted to.”

A pleased smirk plastered on my heart shaped lips, I encouraged his remark.

“Fine, then you do not need me on your list, so tell whoever shared that picture to remove it.”

Head thrown back to rest on the wall, Taehyung frowned rather impatiently. Rolling his eyes, he took a step away from the wall, he rested his back.

“That actually is your problem and I do not care what people think, so you are on your own, rain girl. Think of it as the cost of my help.”

The way he emphasized 'help' stroke me. After a couple of silent seconds, annoyance got the best of me. I stepped in front of him and stomped my feet once. My finger directed at his chest, I looked into Taehyung's eyes directly.

“I may make myself clear… Either you fix this mess, or rumors that you went soft on me will be going around tomorrow.”

Taehyung directed his pitch black eyes at me. His body that lazily resting by the wall was on full alert. He took a step then hissed at me.

“No you can't.”

His deep voice was not even kind at all. Not caring a bit, I crossed my arms on my chest.

“Try me if you dare… Kim TaeHyung.”

With those last words, I ended the unpleasant conversation. Without sparing another look at his side, I hurried by the hallway.

Staring behind the tiny body move away from him, Taehyung had no expression on his face. Cho Yee walked closer to him slowly. Her arm resting on his shoulder, she gave Taehyung a foxy smirk.

“Who knew the Kim Taehyung would finally learn a lesson.”

Taehyung arched his eyebrows and raised his hand. Cho Yee knew he wanted a joint. She handed it right away with her manicured nails and long fingers. Taking it from her right away, Taehyung's deep voice filled the empty hall.

“She did not teach me sh*t.”

Cho Yee locked her eyes to Taehyung as she asked.

“What do you have in mind.”

Taehyung shrugged while he flipped the lighter.

“Nothing…yet”

He threw it back at Cho Yee and walked away with the joint between his heart shaped lips. On his way out, professor Godfrey was headed to class. Taehyung took the other hallway as he walked faster. Walking up to his secret hide out, he loved the fresh air welcoming him.

The rooftop was cooler so he zipped up his jacket while he thought about what happened within these couple of days. Maybe Cho Yee was right and rain girl needed a lesson.

When I finally arrived at our classroom again, the lecture already began and the professor was not happy that I interrupted her. I stepped in by the big door and apologized right away.

“I am sorry, Professor Bethany. I arrived earlier, but something urgent came up.”

The tall, middle-aged woman rolled her eyes at me.

“Just take your seat quickly.”

Became her only response, before she went back to her topic.

“So when we consider both basics and society, some words are inevitably upgraded or …”

Her flat tone faded in my head when Mi Sun whispered beside me.

“Check their insta.”

I grabbed my phone and searched the account with shaky hands. The post was finally gone. Closing my eyes, a sigh of relief left my lips. I texted Taehyung quickly.

Thanks.

Seeing the text, a mischievous smile spread across Taehyung's thick lips. The idea that bloomed in his head was sure to teach you not to mess with him ever again.Being overly kind would not be him at all so he replied rather casually.

You would not let me live. Can I talk to you? Meet me at the rooftop on the break.

I had no idea why he wanted such a thing. I also had no reason to accept. However, I ended up in front of the gray metal door again. Slowly stepped up from the stairs, I saw him by the corner. Standing there, one hand in pocket and lighter swinging on the other.

“I did not know you smoke.”

Taehyung shrugged.

“You literally know nothing about me, rain girl.”

Walking closer, I waited him to speak what was on his mind.

“Glamour Café… The music is our taste. I usually hang out there tonight. Would be nice to go with someone.”

I was undecided, hence that was something Taehyung expected.

“Come on!”

Taehyung spoke with a dangerously soft tune.

“Don't you think I deserve a chance?”

Giving up to his deceiving charms, I agreed to go. Seeing the necklace again, Taehyung felt a light guilt kicking in. Focusing on the harsh things he heard earlier, he washed it off.

It's on.

He texted to the group chat.

Not even aware of what was going on, I blurted out.

“It feels like you become someone else here.”

That remark caught Taehyung off guard. Had no idea how to react, he averted his gaze to the city view.

“I know I sounded a bit b*tchy earlier. I finally got a fresh start after everything. I did not want a rumor to ruin it all for me.”

Taehyung arched an eyebrow.

“Why do you care if people think you had s*x or not?”

The straight out question took me off guard and by my burning cheeks I could tell my face turned into a tomato. Unfortunately, that did not pass his attention. Eyes wide, Taehyung asked.

“Wait… You have never…”

His voice surrounded me like a haze. Embarrassed to my core, I did not want to admit it loudly. When his eyes were avoided at all cost, Taehyung knew it was the truth.

“Tonight is cancelled, rain girl.”

Dumbfounded that Taehyung called me off just because he learned I was a virgin, I stood there. Gaze still on his back as he was getting away. I gasped in disbelief.

[where-pain-is-so-pretty]

December Project 09

- The Boy In The Black Dress

Pairing: Joonas x Reader

Category: Angst/Hurt/Comfort

TW: Angst, Self-Hatred, Homophobia, implied/referenced Suicidal Thoughts, Bullying

Word Count: 1847

Request:

"Hello again this can be for the December thing. Joonas reaction to you ( partner) staring to quite drastically change how they look due to people not believing that they are a good fit. The partner being the complete opposite of joonas in style and how they are???? You can either make it into fluff/angst/smut. What ever you feel like ❤❤"

Requester: @biancathecool

Note: I loved the request so much you have no idea! I rewrote the story about 3x and originally didn’t want to make it into something so personal, it just happened 😔❤️‍🩹

I’m actually a bit sorry for hijacking your request to cope with some of my own struggles, but I needed that 🥺😅

Hope you still enjoy! 💜

~ male reader ~

Tears streamed down your face as you scrolled through the comment section of your boyfriend's latest post. Only days ago you had decided to make your relationship public. You had been with him for almost a year now. And he was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

The photo he posted showed the two of you, his arms wrapped around you as he kissed your cheek. You stood in front of him, happily smiling wearing a plain black dress, phone in hand to take a photo of your reflection. It was shot a few months back, in the dressing room before their show, you two wore matching make-up and nail polish. The caption simply read: "My love 🖤"

There was nothing wrong with the photo itself, but with you, at least that was what people made you believe. You were a guy, wearing a dress, make-up, and nail polish. And for some reason, it was okay that Joonas and the guys wore make-up and nail polish themselves, but it was not for their partners, at least not if they were male. It should not be that much of a problem in 2022, but it was. The comments under his post went from insults, like "faggots" to "He should have chosen a girl instead". And these were nothing compared to the disturbing headlines going through the finish rainbow press ever since you made it official. "BLIND CHANNEL GUITARIST GAY?!" "WHO IS THE GUY IN A DRESS NEXT TO BAND HOTTIE JOONAS PORKO" "WAS JOONAS PORKO FORCED INTO THIS RELATIONSHIP?"

Each comment and caption increased your self-hatred and your wish to simply eraser yourself. The post was supposed to take the weight off both of your shoulders and end the hide-and-seek. Show the world how much you loved each other. But sadly most fans did not take it well and the press made a big fuss about it to generate more clicks and views. Of course, none of this came unexpectedly and you two were prepared to get some hate and backlash, but you thought it would not hurt that much.

And maybe today was the right moment to put the black dresses down forever and start dressing like a decent man. To show those haters, that you were a good match for Joonas. You wiped away a single tear as you threw your black dress into the closet. …………………………………………………………………………

This was about a month ago, and oh you wished you were over it! You still got insulting messages or even death threats almost daily. And Joonas had people swiping into his DMs telling him to break up with you. There were weird edits on TikTok, rumors spreading over Twitter, people leaking personal information about you, and so on.

On the outside you remained strong, not wanting to make Joonas worry or feel bad or even guilty for coming out and making your relationship public. In the past weeks, he had found you more than once in bed, crying your eyes out and you were sure he was already sick of your whining.

Honestly, you were incredibly proud of him for taking the step and not making a big deal out of it, and you were even prouder to be on his side. His bandmates were supportive as well, they also were the reason why you two started dating in the first place, but was another story to tell. You were glad for him having such great friends and for you they had already become a family as well. And with these guys having your back you almost could ignore all the hate being thrown at you. That was until one day some girl attacked you at a bar, spilling her drink over you when you and Joonas were out for date night. That's when it simply got too much for you.

All this bullying made you relive your darkest memories from your childhood and school days. You had always dressed more femininely and loved to play dress up with your mother's clothes and make-up. You had been expelled more than once for violating the school's dress code. While growing up various people told you that boys were not allowed to wear dresses and skirts and that make-up and nail polish was for girls. You had been bullied over your bold outfit choices, and you could not count the times you were beaten up or had your clothes ripped and ruined.

You thought you had left these memories behind the day you moved out of your parent's house, but all this recent hate had opened up old wounds which you thought had been healed years ago.

Now you found yourself in front of your closet, searching for an outfit. You held back tears when your fingers brushed against the soft fabric of your newest dress, the one you were supposed to wear for the award show tomorrow night. Instead, you took out a suit jacket and a white buttoned-up shirt, hanging them next to Joonas' outfit. You had not worn a dress or skirt in weeks now, hoping people would stop commenting about your looks, sexuality, and relationship, but it did help, in fact, it made you feel vulnerable because now you felt like walking around without your armor.

"What's that?" Joonas appeared behind you, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, blond curls still wet from the shower he just took. "My outfit for tomorrow." You said, trying your best to sound happy while you searched for a matching pair of pants for the jacket. "What happened to the black dress we bought?" He sounded slightly concerned lifting his brows. Him mentioning the dress brought new tears to your eyes and you swallowed heavily, trying to get rid of the knot in your throat. You two had found the dress in your favorite vintage store, the day after you two had made your relationship official. Originally you had bought it to provocate people and show them an imaginary middle finger, but now you felt more like burning it, together with your whole existence. "I felt like it wouldn't fit the occasion…" You mumbled the answer into the closet, not wanting to face him and hoping he would just stop to ask questions. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" He stepped closer, lightly touching your shoulder. You did not react, still pretending to search for the pair of pants, although you had already found it. "Y/N, please look at me!" Reluctantly you turned around to him, looking at his feet instead of meeting his gaze, hiding your tears. Joonas cupped your cheeks, forcing you to lift your head, his blue eyes full of worry when they locked with yours. It broke your heart to see him like this and you wished you could pull yourself together, but a sob escaped from your throat, new tears following seconds later. Joonas brushed a few of them away, before pulling you into a tight hug. You could not hold back longer, all the negative thoughts now crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You collapsed in Joonas arms, sobbing into his naked chest, barely noticing that he carried you over to your shared bed and pulled you into his lap. His hands drew soothing circles on your back as he patiently waited for you to calm down.

You held on to him, the contact of his warm soft skin slowly helping you to get back to reality, as you buried your face in his chest. Soon your sobs turn into even breathing again. He kissed the top of your hair, causing you to slightly lift your head. His eyes were gentle on you but you could see the worry in them. And you could not help but feel pathetic for your breakdown, you should not have let it out on him. Joonas shifted and sat up against the headboard of the bed, his hands not leaving your back as he loosened the embrace to examine your face better. "Wanna talk about it?" His voice was soft, still, you could feel it vibrate in his chest. You swallow heavily, trying to find your words. "I just can't do this anymore…" He looked down at you in shock, realizing what you had just said. "Are you about to break up with me?!", the sadness in his voice almost made you tear up again. "No…I…I don't know, wouldn't you be better off without me?" you stammered out. "Hell no! It's still about what these dumb people said about us online, isn't it?" You nodded silently, not capable of answering without starting to sob again. You did not want to break up with him, but you felt you were the main reason for all his troubles and he deserved so much better than this. Joonas took both of your hands in his. "Y/N! Is that also the reason why you changed your clothing style?" He lightly squeezed your hands. "I…I didn't want to embarrass you. I didn't want to cause any more trouble." You looked down at your intertwined fingers, exhaling sharply. "You are not causing any trouble! Fuck those people and their opinions! I love you for who you are and I don't want you to change for these idiots!", one of his hands found your cheek, wiping away another tear with his thumb. "I saw how happy you were the day we bought the dress for the gala, and in these clothes, you don't look happy." He went on, gesturing to the clothes you were wearing as well as to the jacket and shirt hanging next to his. "But…" you wanted to disagree again, telling him that the press would have their eyes on you two tomorrow night, and you did not want his band's success to be overshadowed by another wave of weird headlines about his sexuality and relationship. "No buts! We are going to prove them all wrong tomorrow!"

Your vision was still blurred from tears when Joonas leaned in for a kiss, to prevent you from talking back again. Lost in the kiss, your eyes closed and you finally felt yourself relax. One last tear rolled down your cheek as you realized how much you loved him.

He broke the kiss after a while, his hand still lingering on your cheek.

"Do you think I could pull one off?" he suddenly broke the silence.

"A dress? Absolutely!", you told him instantly. Joonas was the type of guy who could wear almost anything without looking ridiculous; although Joel strongly disagreed with that.

"Can I borrow one for tomorrow?" He had a sly grin on his lips and you needed a second to understand what he had just suggested. His question made you smile, probably for the first time in a week or so, and you could feel happiness spark in your chest. "I love you so damn much!" Was all you managed to say before you pulled him in for another, more passionate kiss.

"I love you more…And now let's get you out of these clothes…"

[dubsteplevi]

Okay, this is going to be incredibly long and a lot of this is going to be a repeat of one of my last posts but this one will just go a lot more indepth of my feelings and thoughts towards the, in my opinion, terrifying movie Skinamarink (possible TW for suicide but there's no details going into it but I'm putting it just in case)

Simply to start off, I found it really slow but it definitely kept me on my toes of "what's going to happen next". However, I did find myself not really indulging myself into it (I also have ADHD so that might've had something to do with it lol) apart from that, because I'm an English nerd, I was also trying trying to find symbolism and such.

It was dark the entire movie except for at the beginning, which in literature light means knowledge and darkness means a lack of knowledge. If we apply that here that means that it in a way shows the kids are confused without them outright saying it. Other than that I couldn't really find anything else symbolism wise. This could be a stretch but colors could play into it as well with blue meaning, in this case, sadness and isolation with red meaning passion of either love or hatred, to which in a way I think could be both in this movie because the kids loving each other and their parents and hatred could be the parents feelings towards the kids, or at least the dad's (explained later) Blue is kind of obvious cause the theme isolation shows because they're trapped in the house and sadness is shown because apart from all the terrifying moments in the end the movie is really sad.

I mean, think about it! You're a 4 year old child who can't find their dad, you just fell down the stairs, things keep disappearing in the house, you have to piss in a bucket cause the ghost took away the toilet (the most scary thing in this movie /j), your mother cancelled her life subscription and your sisters face disappears halfway through whatever fever dream you're experiencing. In the sense of a 4 year old child that's terrifying but sad because you don't know much of anything else other than playing and whatever else kids at that age do.

Now, talking about scenes that kept us up, a lot of people talk about Kaylee's face disappearing or the mom dying but the scene that kept me up was the scene where we hear the repeatinng music (I don't remember what it's called even tho I saw it in the captions like 6 times with how much it repeated), Kevin screaming and us seeing blood splatter onto the floor again and again and again. At first I just saw that and I was like :o, then I saw it repeat and I was like :O then I heard the entity laughing and I was like 😧. It bothered me to a whole 'nother level cause that just implies that it's been happening for 572 days (I think that's the number).

Personally I really wish they played around with the idea a lot more, or at the least create a sequel to it if they want to keep that slow moving feeling since it is analog horror. I would've really liked to see some sort of story behind what's going on like why the dad being gone and possibly even an ending to what happens after but at the same time I like how they left it open to interpretation cause it just lets the audience fill in the blanks and create their own interpretation of the movie.

On how I interpret it, I see it as a metaphor for abused children (yes I think that because that's one of the most popular theories but that's not the main reason). It makes sense because the entity could represent the father abusing the children, Kaylee being "silenced" because her face disappears, the mother committing because of the chair literally hanging from the ceiling, etc. Another theory is this is all a dream from Kevin being in a coma because there's a constant theme of sleeping in the movie and I think it happens after he falls down the stairs. Little side note, can we talk about how calm the father was during that scene? Like sir your son, who is just barely becoming a little kid, fell down the stairs and it must've been bad cause you took him to the hospital how are you so calm and nonchalant about it???

Anyways I think it could be a mix of both. I think Kevin and Kaylee are heavily abused by their dad and their mother committed. Kevin at some point fell down the stairs and thus caused him to go into a coma and the whole movie is a nightmare (literally) and everything that happens is a reenactment of what happened in real life but more enhanced and dramatic because it's through the eyes of the child/children, which makes sense on why the jump scares aren't as scary as they would be because in nightmares, they seem scary for a second but then it just continues on and that's exactly what happens in the movie, every scare is for a few seconds then it continues as of nothing happened but we know something happened. That could also explain why the entity says "I'll protect you," even if it's in its own pretty twisted way cause it's trying to protect the child from the father's abuse.

Just now thought of this while writing but what if the entity also represents foster care systems?? Cause it claims it protects the child but then proceeds to hurt the child for its own enjoyment? Just a thought but like what if, y'know?

Anyhow I think that's all my thoughts on this absolutely wonderful movie. Even though it's done more psychological damage on my brain than any ex or break up will ever put in me through, it was so fucking good. I beg of y'all PLEASE watch it if you can. I have it on a Google drive but it's also available to rent on Amazon for like 5$ or something and on YouTube to buy unless someone has already uploaded it for free. Even though its slow paced, I'd argue that it made the movie better now that I've thought about it for a while cause it gave you time to process whatever just happened. But yes watch it, especially since it was done on a 15,000$ budget and it's made back like 2-3 Mil. It's worth it even if you don't like horror movies.

(as promised here's the @ @eggmixercortex )

[turnthepagealltherage]

Week 1 Journal

To keep with the Taylor Swift theme of this class, the URL of the blog is fittingly a reference to an unreleased Taylor Swift song (The Diary of Me). It's one of my favorites off her oldest material and I'm crossing my fingers that it reappears on the rerecorded version of Debut even though I know it's a really, really long shot. I have such a soft spot for her baby voice!

While I couldn't attend class on Thursday (I had an eye doctor appointment :/), I did still reread the assigned material, so I'll keep this journal entry mostly focused on a reflection of what I read. I read the article when it first came out, and the most accurate word I could use to describe how I felt when I did is "refreshing". The past few years, but specifically 2023-24, have felt to me especially strange as a longtime fan of Taylor. Obviously after Snakegate there had to be a change in how she presented herself to the public, so an increase in privacy was unsurprising. But even during the Lover, Folklore, and Evermore eras, Taylor was accessible in a way that has become unheard of now. It's not that she doesn't still interact with fans and send letters to reaction channels and still have that unimpeachable image of "someone you could be best friends with", but those kinds of interactions feel few and far between.

I feel like it's obvious that this feeling stems from her meteoric rise in popularity over the past year and a half. Taylor Swift has always been popular, but recently she's been POPULAR. So this increase in privacy that occurred post-Reputation feels as though it has slowly grown bigger and bigger, turning homegrown country-girl Taylor Swift (the one you could interact with on Myspace and who could pop into your Instagram Live to say hello) into the monolith Taylor Swift™ who commands an audience to the Super Bowl bigger than the audience that watched the moon landing simply by sitting in the stands. There have been fewer interviews, and fewer exclusive Good Morning America news clips, and fewer awards show performances and speeches because simply put, she's too big to do that. Even the interviews she partook in during the Red TV eras for the ATWTMV music video seem like a complete thing of the past. Her instagram captions still have more personality and vibrancy than those of her peers (of which realistically there are few), but more often than not they feel as though she's let someone else handle the keyboard.

I think that's why this article seemed so revitalizing to me. Here is the Taylor Swift I remember from even a few years ago: the one who makes big emphatic hand gestures and uses funny vocab like "so metal". Even though the main focus of this article was to describe how untouchable Taylor Swift has become, this insight from another person into what it was like to spend even an hour or two of time with her reminded me what it was like to have a peek into the life of a celebrity, as if she could be your friend. And while I know that idea has always been part of her brand, marketing, and rhetorical strategy, it still put a smile on my face to read her quoting the movie Gladiator in a silly voice.

I am really, really looking forward to the material in this class!

[catgirlwheels]

ok I really hope tumblr doesn’t eat my ask again lmfao! sorry in advance for so many numbers what can I say I’m just curious 😂 : 8, 14, 15, 20, 21, 29, 38, 39

(for the video game ask meme)

8. Most anticipated upcoming game?

Silksong. Easiest question. I'm excited about Hades 2 and the Elden Ring dlc I haven't started yet and probably some other things but I will drop everything the second Silksong drops no matter what it is. I will buy it on every platform because they don't charge enough for their incredible work.

14. Worst game you’ve ever played?

I remember having an extremely negative opinion of a fairly popular game and I cannot remember anything about it.

15. Hardest game you’ve ever played?

I think Sekiro is the only game I've given up on due to difficulty (as an adult). I simply cannot parry. I remember getting to the end of some other game and thinking damn that was really hard and satisfying, and I put off answering this until I could look at my steam reviews but I still have no idea what it was oh well. Darkest Dungeon was pretty dang hard I never did finish that.

20. A game that made you cry.

I'm not much of a crier but it does happen occasionally. Some of the story endings in Mass Effect 3 come immediately to mind. Legion and Mordin especially. More recently I'm still a little fucked up about the first leveling dungeon in Shadowbringers. I had to just stop in the middle of the dungeon for a bit. I refuse to do it again it's too sad. Iykyk.

21. A game you thought you wouldn’t like, but ended up loving?

Dark Souls. I bounced hard off it the first time. It was a bad port and I didn't understand what was happening. I never would have considered trying it again unprompted, and now it's my favorite genre of game. Thanks Dan.

29. Favorite childhood game?

Star Control 2. I took pages and pages of notes and figuring this game out shaped me as a person. The different funky aliens are so cool. The ship that farts missiles is so funny. I wrote my first fanfic about this game (for school).

38. An unpopular gaming opinion you have.

Game designers should be putting zero effort into making things prettier and all of that effort into code optimization. There should honestly be no need for me to ever buy another computer again. Only a mildly unpopular opinion I know.

Also. 4X games should not have real time combat. Fuck you Stellaris. I know this one's actually unpopular because everyone I talk to disagrees with me but no one's made a good space 4X game since MOO2.

39. What’s something you want to see in the future of gaming?

More accessibility features. It's gotten so much better in recent years; every time a dev puts effort into comprehensive assist modes and adjustable captions and fully customizable controls and everything else, an angel gets its wings. But I'm still constantly encountering games where you can't disable motion blur or screen shake and still none of this is universal, we have a ways to go yet.

I'm always saying the expansion of these features is in fact the only thing that modern games have over older ones.

[laurenpomfrett-ardn631-2024]

This is the disturbing story behind the iconic "Afghan Girl" photo

I think most people are familiar with this iconic, award winning photo of the "Afghan Girl" but it was truely interesting to see the build up to the shot and understanding her life as a young refugee girl.

First we learn that Sharbat Gula was found in a school class room playing with other children. She is over the age of 8 (10 years old at the time) and is wearing a burqa, which is a religious (Muslim) item of clothing that completely covers the face and body of a woman. We also learn that she has a number of practices to follow, some involving not showing her face or holding eye contact with a man and not being permitted to be in a room with a man that is not her family.

However, photographer, Steve McCurry uses his position of power to disregard these beliefs. She is forced to reveal her eyes, which does not satisfy McCurry, so her teacher forces her to reveal her face. This makes her scared to death and she flees as soon as McCurry leaves with his shot, the man who did not even ask her name.

When it is published against her knowledge, they twist the story and caption that her eyes were 'fearful of being a refugee with the war in Afghanistan' but this is not true. Her eyes show her fear of her beliefs being completely violated with her face being photographed by an unfamiliar man.

To make matters worse, a follow up photoshoot was arranged where they tracked Sharbat Gula down with facial recognition and got Steve McCurry to take her photo to recreate the first. This time her husband alongside McCurry were pressuring her to show her face against her desires.

As Sharbat Gula had grown up in Pakistan all her life, she considers it her only home, while being citizen of Afghanistan. Unfortunately, she is arrested and deported back to Afghanistan. A deal is made that her children will receive health care, shelter and education if she makes appearances on TV and interviews. She says what Afghanistan wants to hear, that she loves being back in her homeland, to ensure that her children receive the offers.

It is essential that as photographers, we acknowledge the beliefs of those we are photographing and cooperating with their desires. To put it simply, if someone does not wish for their photo to be taken, we must respect that. We cannot use our position of power to make profit off of someone else, and we cannot misrepresent someone's story to twist it in our favour. Additionally, we need to know the purpose of our photo. Are we documenting real life events of real people? Or are we staging a scene that misleads the audience through taking a scenario out of context?

These ideas are mandatory to follow to practice photography ethically.

[musicarenagh]

DT Unveils: The Evolution Behind 'Only a Matter of Time 2' Welcome to DT's world. Here, music keeps changing and growing like living things! He's the person behind "Only a Matter of Time 2," which is his second project. He believes that success will eventually arrive as it did before in "Time Part 1". DT's stage name came from his initials, but they were not picked by him. It stuck when folks began calling him that, and he accepted it. His ideas come easily. They are fired up by his love for music and respecting artists such as Larry June and Baby Face Ray, like a spark does naturally in the open air without help or support from anything else outside of itself (i.e., something not needed). His music, as he explains it, is simple and natural, it makes you move your head to the tune while listening. He enjoys playing basketball, gaming and exploring places apart from music. He's getting into basketball again after an injury. It is another thing he loves to do now. He is getting ready to put out new music, videos, joint works and another big idea beginning 2024. DT wants his fans to understand he's always there for them and is very grateful for their backing. "Only a Matter of Time 2" isn't just an album, it's DT believing in his inevitable success. For him, it's not simply a job; instead, he sees chance at tomorrow. Listen to Only a Matter of Time 2 below https://open.spotify.com/album/5TtrCTdV4jDy5rQNtigl2M Follow DT on Twitter Spotify Youtube Instagram Tiktok What is your stage name? DT Is there a story behind your stage name? It’s my initial’s I actually didn’t even give myself the nickname name but I liked it once people start calling me that, so I start going by that. Where do you find inspiration? it’s natural to me . Always been a passion of mine. I’m also inspired by other artist like Larry June, baby face ray. It’s a few more but those are my main two What was the role of music in the early years of your life? I enjoyed it it always helped my mood I prob had headphones on most of the time as teen. Are you from a musical or artistic family? Somewhat my mom likes to sing but she never got into recording . Couple only cousins do music too. Who inspired you to be a part of the music industry? It’s really just me . I like my music honestly . It motivates me to make more I get tired of hearing the same songs or waiting in my favorite artist to drop music so It push me to make more . [caption id="attachment_53478" align="alignnone" width="2000"] It’s really just me . I like my music honestly . It motivates me[/caption] How did you learn to sing/write/to play? Naturally it’s just something I can do I use to write raps in middle school I had a blue book I kept in my back pocket . What was the first concert that you ever went to and who did you see perform? I think it was young jeezy. How could you describe your music? It’s raw it’s organic but it makes you bob your head . I love my sound . Describe Describe your creative process. I honestly write random I could be out shopping and and lyrics just start coming to my head . I use to didn’t write them now but now I write everything Down I think that’s why music better . What is your main inspiration? just hearing my music . What musician do you admire most and why? Larry June . We kinda move the same in my eyes and people say our music kinds give the same vibes when I be on my smooth tip . Did your style evolve since the beginning of your career? Yes it definitely did I can probably rap on any beat now days . Who do you see as your main competitor?Me its always me vs me because I’m the only person who can slow me down . What are your interests outside of music? Basketball , video games relaxing & Traveling If it wasn't a music career, what would you be doing? Basketball is my other career . I’m getting back into that as we speak I was hurt so I took a break from it. What is the biggest problem you have encountered in the journey of music?

The people you deal with and trying to get where I need it be with my music. If you could change one thing in the music industry, what would it be? It’s A lot of people fake in the music industry. https://open.spotify.com/artist/3Hls0FRZPqf3x07edzHrNY?si=Re_w919gQ6CT-dtM2whcxw Why did you choose this as the title of this project? The meaning is literal it’s only a matter of time before I blow up. That’s how I see it . I feel it . What are your plans for the coming months? Drop some singles a couple videos , another tape for my brother vinnie LLV2 coming early 2024 . I have a few other tapes in the works sitting on 3 collab taps so they all coming soon . Do you have any artistic collaboration plans I have a few . What message would you like to give to your fans? Don’t be afraid to reach out to me , I  appreciate every stream . Who ever a fan of me I love you , I love all my fans I appreciate the support .

[edwardgdunn]

The No-Conditions Challenge: How Saying ‘Yes’ Transforms Ordinary Days into Extraordinary Adventures!

“Do you want to go to the party Saturday?”

 “I don’t know, who’s going to be there?”

 “I’m not sure, a lot of people though.”

 “Will Bob be there?”

 “I really don’t know.”

 “Well, if he’s coming, I’m not going. I don’t want to be around that guy. Is it outdoors?”

 “Yes, I think so.”

 “What’s the temperature going to be?”

 “I’m not sure, I haven’t checked the weather.”

 “Well, if it’s going to be hot, I’m out. What kind of food will they have?

 “I have no idea.”

 “You need to find out because if it’s hot dogs again, forget it.”

This conversation becomes all too frequent as we get older. It seems that as we age, we place more and more conditions on our social activities, our outings, and our fun. And while we may chalk this up to things like…

 “I’m just not willing to put up with certain things anymore.”  “My standards are higher nowadays.”  “I just like staying home these days.”

 …more often, the truth is that we have simply created so many conditions that we have sentenced ourselves to spending most of our free time on the couch, or in front of a TV, or at a gaming console.

Think back a few years, back to when you were younger. What you will likely find is that you had no such conditions – or at least not nearly as many. You participated mostly without conditions, expecting to have a great time every time. And in most cases, you did. If something wasn’t especially to your liking, so what? You simply ignored it and went on about your merrymaking.  But then something happens.  Slowly, often imperceptibly, we begin to rob ourselves with our ‘acceptable parameters’ for fun. We try to control everything we possibly can. In so doing we not only strip away all of the spontaneity and wonderful surprises that are so integral to life’s joys, we begin the all too common transition into the life that pop singer John Mellencamp described in his hit song, Jack and Diane…

 “Oh yeah, life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone.”

 I can’t think of a much more sad or depressing belief than that. But here’s the thing, it absolutely does not have to be that way. Life doesn’t have to be that way.

 The real danger is that one day we wake up and realize that years, perhaps even decades have slipped by while we were collecting and deploying all our conditions – more and more conditions. Now all that time is gone. Those opportunities are gone. And what did we trade them for, really?

 I saw a video meme not long ago that showed two older couples who looked to be in their late sixties, perhaps early seventies, riding bicycles to a beachside cantina. There they met up with other friends and they were all dancing, having a margarita, laughing, and smiling. The caption read…

 “Ya know why some old people seem to have such a great time? Remember all that insane stuff you used to do at 3 a.m. when you were young? They figured out you can do that stuff at noon.”

 I’m certainly not suggesting that as we get older our priorities, tastes, energy levels, etc don’t change. Of course they do. But that doesn’t mean that we can’t adapt and roll on. Of course we can.

 Life at any age is as glorious, mysterious, surprising, wonderful, inspiring and joyous as we will allow it to be – as we will allow ourselves to be. The thrill of living that Mellencamp missed lies in the simple fact that we have already won the cosmic lottery. Against staggering and incalculable odds, we were born. We’re alive. We’ve received the greatest gift imaginable – astounding really, if you stop to consider it.

 So, throw the conditions on the scrap heap where they belong and say ‘YES’ to your life.

 Don’t ever save anything for a special occasion. Being alive IS the special occasion.

Go do some happy.