#i made this in 10 mins i know it’s shitty

[kam-kkushka]

he is so silly!!

so unserious.

so depressed…

actually someone help him

(@artwithoutblood)

[skrunksthatwunk]

playing dmc1 with my earbuds in (but on low volume bc they're being weird) while my roommate and her shitty bf argue. i feel like i'm recreating the very specific experience of some child of divorce out there

[void-wolfie]

It's Not About Dinner

summary: After accompanying Jenna to dinner with some friends, the two of you get into an argument. It ends a bit differently than expected. [request]

pairing: Jenna Ortega x gn!Reader

tw: mentions of a toxic past, (not exactly sure what else, feel free to let me know if I need to add anything), my terrible writing lol

words: 900

a/n: so, in complete honesty, i suck at writing arguments, so i borrowed bits from the all too well (10 min) music video. i might come back to this prompt one day when my writing skills improve but for now, i think this is about as good as it's going to get.

You slammed the door shut behind you, the walls shaking from the sheer force. Jenna dropped her stuff on the kitchen table, the noise echoing throughout the house.

You were pissed, and Jenna had clearly picked up on that.

You stormed straight off to your room, more than ready to climb into bed and forget about your shitty evening. Jenna trailed after you, hot on your heels.

"Are we going to talk about it?" Her question rang out. You nearly laughed. So now she wants to talk...

"Talk about what?" You asked, not bothering to spare her a glance as you dug around in your dresser drawer for pajamas.

"Whatever has you so pissed off,"

"I'm not pissed off."

"You clearly are." She spat, "You won't even look at me."

"Gee, wonder how that feels," you mumbled under your breath, taking your clothes to the bathroom so you could get changed.

Before you could shut the door behind you, a hand caught it, pushing it back open.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She stood in the bathroom doorway, practically burning holes through you.

"I don't know, why don't you go ask your friends?"

She scoffed, "Is that what this is about? Dinner? You wanted to come with me, you didn't have to-"

"It's not about dinner, Jenna! It's about how you wouldn't look at me once tonight. It was like I wasn't even there! You barely even said a word to me once-"

"That's bullshit!" She cut you off, raising her voice.

You closed your eyes, trying not to wince at her volume. You hated shouting; it reminded you too much of your childhood. Of that little kid hiding under the bed just to get away from your parents screaming matches, flinching at the sound of slamming doors, scrambling out the window at the nearest sign of conflict. You’re not that kid anymore, you tried to remind yourself.

You set your eyes back on Jenna, the anger of the situation seeping back in, "You wouldn't even hold my hand. How do you think that makes me feel?"

"I don't- I don't even know what you’re talking about."

It was your turn to scoff, "Of course, you don't. Why would you? You were too enthralled by your fancy friends to even look at me. Do you know how that feels, Jenna? It makes you feel like shit, it made me feel like shit-"

"God, you are so annoying! I was just trying to catch up with some friends, why are you making this all about you?!"

You tried your best to ignore the jab about being annoying. She was just upset; she didn’t mean it… Did she? She didn’t actually think you were annoying, right? But what if she does think that? You shook off those thoughts, a rabbit hole for another time.

"I'm not trying-"

"Yes, you are!" She raised her hand, and you flinched back, putting as much distance between you and her as you could.

She was only trying to make a point. She had a habit of talking with her hands, a tendency of getting animated in conversations or arguments. She would never hurt you.

She took it too far. She shouldn't have fought with you. She should've just admitted she was wrong; God, why did she have to be so stubborn?

You stood with your back against the wall, tears streaming down your face. You hated crying, you were better than that. But you just couldn't help it. It's not your fault, you tried to convince yourself.

"Babe?" She took a tentative step towards you, half expecting you to run off like a scared puppy.

You pressed your back further into the wall. You pawed at your eyes, trying to get the tears to stop.

"Baby?" She took a few more steps towards you, gently pulling your hands from your face. She tried wiping the tears from your cheeks, but they kept flowing regardless, "I'm so sorry, my love."

You tried to push her away, but you were too tired, too deep in your own thoughts to really push with any force. She hugged you, despite your attempts to push her away. She held you close to her chest as she tried to soothe the sobs that wracked your chest. Sobs that she caused.

If the scared look on your face wasn't enough, the sound of you sobbing as you pushed against her was. She caused that, she did that. It nearly broke her.

It took a minute or so before you stopped trying to push her away. Instead, taking comfort in her arms, in the way she rubbed your back softly trying to soothe you.

A few minutes after that the crying died down altogether. You weren't sure when the two of you ended up on the floor, her arms wrapped around you as she kept you pressed close to her, but you didn’t mind. The warmth was welcoming.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I am so sorry,”

You snuggled further into her chest, too tired to be mad anymore, “Please don’t leave me,”

You said it so quietly, Jenna almost missed it. It broke her heart that you thought she would leave you after one argument. It spoke volumes about the hell your ex put you through, about what your family put you through.

“Never. I promise.”

[jejeta]

about leaks | warning: spoilers for first 10 min of episode 4 season 2

° a little introduction: I don’t support people who publish leaks and I will not show any fragments of it here, the post is intended for those who have already watched the leaks and just want to discuss it among themselves

About Alastor and Rosie:

The dynamic of Alastor and Rosie's relationship, as well as Alastor's entire character, is broken, I don't know why or what for, but they have a deal that seems terribly humiliating to me for Alastor, it's weird and doesn't fit with what was in season 1. From the moment Al walks through the door, he and Rosie act like they're in a silly theater, their facial expressions, their faces, their manner of speech, it's all not the same as in season 1. Am I the only one who feels cheated in a bad way? And it's not because I don't want Alastor to suffer or feel sorry for him, there were more interesting and deeper options for who he could have made a deal with that would have actually made him suffer more colorfully, now it's just humiliating. Now it's as flat as a sheet of paper. And can we talk about the fact that the character has lost his charm and vibe and manners? He literally became selfish, heartless and damn he is such an asshole! His humanization does not reflect him at all, what kind of creepy maniac is this? Where are his principles? Where is all this aesthetics, where is the thoughtfulness? WHY MUSTACHE BRO WHYYYY??? I don't want to feel disgusted by my favorite character on the show. I didn't have high expectations or anything, I just wanted him to act like HE did. He was just a dude who flipped a coin to a busker, ate delicious food, and danced with his best friend. He wasn't callous, he had issues with that, but he could empathize, and he LOVED his friends.

I just don't understand why such decisions were made. So many interesting paths but we got the flattest one.

About Lucifer:

Let's face it - he was a shitty father. But at the end of season one, he was ready to change and find the courage to take responsibility for his daughter and her hotel, become normal father. He had to act like an adult and set his priorities straight. What does a man who respects his daughter do? He remembers her friends' names for example, he respects her friends, he cares about his daughter feelings and he won't drag anyone around her through the mud. He will be with her when she needs him.

Oh no it's just my fantasies. He does nothing! He puts Alastor down knowing his daughter wouldn't want it. He doesn't remember names. And he's not with Charlie when needed, why is she only with Vaggie again? Alastor clearly can't be with her but what's Lucifer's problem? Oh, he has some really important things to do? Maybe work? No, no. He's sitting on the couch surfing the Internet. Dude, you have a daughter! You might not be that stupid. He sends Alastor away knowing that his daughter will be upset, did he even think about the consequences of Alastor's dismissal? Or is this a joke for him?

I don't understand why his character development was thrown out and he returned to the point where he doesn't care about anyone.

this is all i just want episode 4 to be a dog's dream

[slytherweasley]

Hello could I get a draco Malfoy x reader story based on the song all too well by Taylor swift (if you have seen the 10 min short film could you base it around that where they are fighting) -@graceperry8

All Too Well (Draco’s Version)

For my fellow swifties <3

You were meeting his friends for dinner, you actually suggested it, a dinner party at your house to get to know them. You were at the point of the relationship where you’d been dating for a few months and were ready to get more serious. You were so anxious the whole day, you remember showering and feeling so anxious you felt like you were going to throw up.

You got out of the shower and made your way into the bedroom where Draco was getting ready. “I’m so nervous” you say coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around him. “Don’t be they are great you’ll love them” he spins you around and pulls you close to him pressing a longing kiss on your head. “Im not worried about me liking them, I want them to like me” “they will, I like you there’s no reason they won’t.”

Draco is 9 years older than you, which means his friends are older too, although you and Draco got along well you felt intimidated as they were approaching 30 you were just coming to terms with turning 21 shortly. You thought you wouldn’t have much to relate about.

The long awaited moment came and once you’d been introduced you served dinner. They were talking about their times at Hogwarts, it was nice to hear but you didn’t have much to add but you did your best.

“Draco was the best at Potions despite what everyone thought of Potter” Pansy says “Really? I didn’t know that! I was also top of my class in Potions” you say taking Draco’s hand “but Hogwarts changed changed a lot since we left, really it went downhill. You didn’t experience Snape the best potions master of the century” he avoided your hand placing it on the table. Your heart sunk to your stomach, no one noticed and the conversation kept flowing but you weren’t able to get over it.

You kept quiet the rest of the night. You cleaned up after they left and Draco was helping you. “You’re awfully quiet, what’s going on? Didn’t like my friends?” “No they were great” “what is it?” “You, why did you treat me like that? You just dismissed me the whole night, you dropped my hand.” “I can’t even remember that” “Well you did it” “It was probably an unconscious action” “it was full of thought and intention.” “Well I didn’t mean anything by it” “you definitely meant to make me feel like a child when you told me that after you guys left Hogwarts every year went downhill.” “You’re making a night about me and my friends about you! That’s so fucking selfish, I didn’t expect that from you” “it’s not about me it’s about you and how you are being a shitty boyfriend” “don’t put your insecurities on me! This is you, you’re being so selfish!” He spat.

Your eyes welled up and a the painful lump in your throat was about to be released. You turn away from him and continue cleaning to let out your tears. “Hey, I don’t want to fight” he turns you around and wipes your tears “I’m sorry, I was a terrible boyfriend” he knew how to guilt you “no, you’re not” you said trying to catch your breath. He pressed his lips to yours and made you feel like you were overreacting.

Things had changed, fights would start over small things until one day it hit the breaking point.

Draco was in his study working when you came in after not talking all day. You didn’t get into an argument you were just in a rough spot. “Hey baby” you say sitting on his lap, he didn’t wrap his arms around you and just let you sit there.

“I’ve been thinking for a long time and I can’t get it off my mind” “talk to me” you take his hand and he lets you. “I’m not feeling this anymore, us. We are disconnected. It’s not the same” you get up and gave him “are you about to break up with me?” “Yes, it’s done” “we are going through a normal tough situation it’s no excuse to break up.” “I know you’re trying to make this work but I’m over it, I’ve been through this at your age. If we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine.” You weren’t even sad just mad. “Fuck this. Fuck you! You knew what you were getting into” “I don’t know what I was thinking, you’re too young.”

You just left and never came back. Never saw him again.

[explosionkatsu]

Getting back together

Bakugou x Reader

Okay, don't judge me. I’ve been reading a lot. Like a lot of Bakugou x readers here and maybe I wanna try. Haha! This is my first one-shot in here. Enjoy! 😘

“After defeating the villain. Dynamight was rushed to the hospital due to the severe damage the villain has caused him-”

-

It was raining and there you are sitting comfortably on your sofa.

Work was hectic and it stresses you out. Your boss has been giving you a huge amount of work and you couldn't help yourself but work overtime just to get things done quicker.

Being in your not-so-cozy apartment was all you can think of. Why? Because you don't feel like it. Not after what happened. You pushed to forget all the stuff that occurred but everywhere you go, it constantly reminded you of him.

It's almost 10 pm and you just got off from work, thinking if you could grab yourself something to eat before heading straight to your apartment. But your body was screaming exhaustion so you just decided to head home straight.

Home..

After the 15 mins trip, you finally reached your apartment and paid the driver. Once you entered your apartment, you locked the door behind you hearing a loud thud of thunder.

“Huh.. The forecast said it won't rain.. Weird.” You muttered before almost instantly heading to your sofa and lying down.

It's been 2 months since you and he last broke up and yet the ache was still there. Seeing him everywhere as well wasn't helping, making it difficult for you to get on.

You remembered him looking at you in despair when you told him you needed time. You remembered him telling you to not go when you were choking on your tears. You also remembered him embracing you so tight before you departed his apartment. And now, it's been 2 months ever since all that happened and here you are sulking over your own decision.

“Ah. How will I ever forget!” You cried out frustrated. “Maybe watching tv will work..” You mumbled.

Grabbing the remote, you clicked the power button before standing up and grabbing yourself a bottle of wine and a glass. As you went back to the sofa and place the bottle of wine on the coffee table, you were about to open the cap when you heard your ex-boyfriend’s hero name, making you look up to the television.

“After defeating the villain. Dynamight was rushed to the hospital due to the severe damage the villain has caused him-”

You weren't ready to see him on the stretcher all bloody and bruised up. The image of Katsuki on television made you dazed. You watched the medic pull Katsuki inside the ambulance before watching it take off in a rush to save the number 2 hero.

Without hesitating, you unconsciously snatch your work bag and fled your apartment fast forgetting to lock your apartment.

It was now raining and finally, a taxi pulled over.

-

“I’m glad you're awake bro,” Kirishima said sitting on the chair beside the hospital bed where Bakugou is on. “Why didn't you call us for backup? Bro, you could've died! That villain was powerful!” Kirishima added, worried about his friend.

“Tch. For like I care if the villain was powerful. I know I could handle him myself.” Bakugou grumbled looking out the window and watching the rain pour.

“Bro. If this is about Y/n-

“Dont fucking say her name! This has nothing to do with her!”

“Chill out, bro. I just noticed you've been working overtime lately. I'm just worried about you.” Kirishima looked at Bakugou worriedly. “After you and Y/n split up, you've been working nonstop.”

“This doesn't concern you, shitty hair,” Bakugou responded.

“Sigh. Alright, bro. I won't pry. But you know you can tell everything right?” Kirishima pressed on, trying to make Bakugou open his problems to him. He knows too well that this is how he’ll tell his problems to him. He respects his pal so much and even promised not to tell everyone about his troubles.

“I know,” Bakugou responded shortly.

A long silence was engulfing the room. Kirishima was waiting patiently for his friend to say something before getting up to grab himself a beverage from the vendo in the hospital canteen.

“I’ll get you water, I’ll grab us a drink,” Kirishima said. He was about to open the door when he heard his friend speak making him pause on his tracks.

“I just missed her.”

Kirishima sadly looks at his best friend who's undergoing heartbreak at the moment. He's well aware that Bakugou keeps himself occupied just to cover up the ache he is feeling which is not a useful thing.

Keeping his mouth shut, Kirishima open the room door greeted by a soaked Y/n who was about to knock.

“Y/n?” Kirishima said loudly, making Bakugou turn his head towards the door.

“K-kiri?! What’re you doing- Oh shit no. I shouldn't be asking that.” Y/n face palmed.

“Y/n! God! Look at you! You're soaked! Did you run all the way here!?” Kirishima asked frantically looking for a towel for Y/n to use.

“Yes. The taxi I was riding pulled over far from here so I had to run.” Y/n said panting. After catching her breath, she looked past Kirishima who was still looking for a dry towel to the man sitting on the bed.

“K-katsuki..” She mumbled tearing up.

Kirishima who heard this stopped and decided to give them space. “I’ll give you two some alone time. I’ll just buy us some drink,” he said pushing Y/n and closing the door behind him.

The atmosphere is thick. Y/n was still standing at the doorway while Bakugou turn his gaze on his lap.

Not used to this silence, Bakugou speaks out.

“Why the fuck are you soaked, huh? What kind of an idiot would run under this fucking rain.” Bakugou tched. Hearing no response from her, he added, “What? Are you just gonna stand there?”

He didn't know how much Y/n missed him. Just listening to him made her miss her more. Without asking for permission, Y/n darted her way to him and embraced him tightly, letting her tears out.

Bakugou was surprised. He was first surprised that she showed up, and now this? But he soon got over and embrace her in return, burying his face into her shoulder.

“What did you do?! Why are you so reckless!” Y/n cried out still embracing him.

He doesn't mind that his hospital gown is getting wet as long as she's the cause of it.

“You could've died! You idiot!”

“I’m sorry..” Bakugou mumbled.

“No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm so sorry Katsuki.” After saying this, she pulled away and placed both her cold palm on his cheek as she look at him straight.

Bakugou on the other hand grabs her hand and leans his head against her palm. “Dumbass. Come’er.”

He placed both his hand on her shoulder and gently pulled her, placing his lips against her. His hand slowly made its way to her cheek, caressing it with his thumb, while Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck deepening the kiss.

Without them noticing, Kirishima watched them. Holding the knob and keeping the door slightly open while on his other hand was the drinks smiling to himself.

‘I’m glad..’ He thought

[silviakundera]

Kinnporsche fic I won't write:

the one where we can flesh out the ep 3-5 timeline, as Kinn's escorts all start getting a crush on Porsche, who is hot and sweet.

After Big outs Kinn and Porsche tells him off, he gets a little protective

does that asshole fuck with you? Decides he will take home all of Kinn's boys and Show An Interest.

He asks about their job and let's them pick the music and stops for street food & beers on the way driving them home, gossiping about shitty, entitled customers and why there isn't more of a retail to serial killer pipeline. It's not unlike a really charming first date, which is why they start shooting their shot. and, well, he's been so lonely & is used to getting laid on the job. They're pretty and friendly and smell like sex.

soon Porsche is making out with each escort at drop-off while the car idles at the curb. Just soft, slow kisses as he rubs his thumb behind the guy's ear, making him shiver into it. Everyone's Favorite Bartender Porsche walks each one to the door every time and ruffles their hair goodbye, and he's just SO. MUCH.

a repeat buisness escort starts gossiping w Kinn one night about Porsche's everything "did u know what he did THEN???? and that chain around this neck..., his skin there is SO SOFT. FUCK."

Kinn is like laughing mad about it for about 10 seconds but then just incredibly relieved that finally he can vent about his crush and they break out the good shit, getting increasingly hammered on top shelf whiskey and sharing the equivalent of thirst posts about Porsche's laugh, tits, waist, ass, and attractively terrible winking that would make kpop stans proud.

(the only escort who's ever stayed the night)

(because he was passed out on the floor, head under an end table and cuddling a jumbo bag of shrimp-flavored chips)

but then after The Auction Incident, Porsche takes home the flavor of the day and the boy is like CONCERNED. what is wrong w Porsche?? who broke him?! Bangkok sex worker phone tree engaged.

Kinm gets petulant looks behind his back, lazy handies, and passive aggressively awful blowjobs. It's not just that Kinn is pining, he's getting objectively bad service and is too distracted to notice.

instead of Kinn following advice from Pete on how to stop screwing up with Porsche he finally just breaks and asks his escort in THE MOST AWKWARD moment. They're like mid-fuck and Kinn just pulls back, still breathing hard and resting his weight on his hands. ahh! stop. I gotta ask you something. ... You've made out with Porsche, right? Sober? "... yes?" Explain how u made that happen. In detail.

kinn takes actual! notes! he's gonna get his man. and so he never visits Porsche on his break but when Porsche comes back to the compound Kinn is downstairs in like 5 min flat, he's RUSHING. It's super embarrassing, because he's obviously excited-anxious and a lil flustered and Big very much wants to die. (no, Big! in this more sexy universe u LIVE) (anyway) Kinn strolls up with serious buisness face and Porsche immediately gets defensive but then, like, confused. because Kinn wants him to drive them around to run?? errands?? all day??

and Kinn keeps trying to make small talk? and ask about what being a mafia bodyguard is actually like and which super nutritious meal disgusts you the most. Kinn is trying so hard to be chill and relateable and not a weirdo rich crime lord. It's totally not working at all, except Porsche is reluctantly charmed by how bad Kinn's taste in music is and how confidently he says ridiculous things and how he smiles to himself out the window when he thinks Porsche isn't looking.

he has them stop to get food and then cheap beers. puts a hand on Porsche's thigh and looks very expectant.

it clicks for Porsche, OMG. he is actually running the post-job make-outs playbook. starts laughing in Kinn's face, naturally, but then the patented awwww noooo come 'ere and coaxing Kinn's stern face to tilt back to him and accepting a sharp, petulant kiss that Porsche breaks off from to laugh more. ❤

[fereldanwench]

under a cut for physical health talk (including weight) and achieving goals, nothing too intense, but i know sometimes seeing this stuff can put me in a bad place if I'm not in the right headspace so jic:

a piece of advice i've always really struggled with, particularly when it comes to physical health/fitness goals, is anything in the spirit of "be gentle with yourself" because

well

i will take advantage of it lmao

i am very good at justifying doing shit that is soothing in the short term but ultimately unhelpful, possibly even damaging in the long term

but being too hard on myself also has drawbacks because if i get into the habit of rationalizing bad choices and can't stick to a rigorous routine, i will feel like a failure which will send me into a depressive spiral

and i think in both cases the underlying issue is that i tend to fall into an all-or-nothing mindset, which was really compounded my anxiety for quite a few years. it was one of those situations where i knew that was a bad and counterproductive mindset, but the mental illness would not relent lmao

i did hit this wall again last fall after another yet failed attempt at a full diet and lifestyle overhaul (which was really too much at once even under the best circumstances, and these were not the best circumstances), but after i got over my little pity party, one thing i realized i did get better at was making better choices on a smaller scale

like okay, i had a long, shitty day at work, i want something fried and greasy and i do not have the mental fortitude to discipline myself into something else rn, but i can at least get a side of steamed veggies instead of onion rings with my fried chicken sandwich

and this is also advice i'd seen before and it always made sense to me, but i was just too locked into the all-or-nothing mindset that i couldn't get myself to implement it even if i knew it was good. on account of the mental illness lmao

so anyway, i'm trying something a little different with myself this year which is less about having a rigid routine when it comes to fitness and food, and instead about embracing a more flexible mindset. there are so many variables in my life that make trying to stick to a strict schedule impossible, but i can be more in tune with myself to make the best choices i can in a given situation

like monday and wednesday this week, i felt good physically and i had a lot of energy and some downtime at work, so i did 30 mins of cardio. that made me feel even better, and I'm currently in a headspace where i don't hate the idea of cooking (my relationship with food and grocery shopping and cooking is kgjdgdfgjdf I'm not even gonna get into it, but i have Issues™️ lmao) so i got some stuff to do some healthy dinners the next few days. i know meal prep and food planning beyond about 3 days doesn't work in my household and leads to food and money wasted, which makes me feel bad, so I'm not gonna try to go overboard here. just gonna do what i can while i can

and i'm trying to apply this to other things too, like reading. idk where this even got in my head, but at some point i was like 'if i can't read for an hour, I'm not gonna bother reading' which is dumb. so I've been reading 20-30 mins a couple of nights when it suits me. and I'm like a third done with a book i picked up a week and a half ago

(little tangential, but i'm also working on reframing how i feel about my past periods of success. like 10 years ago, i was eating very healthy ('clean') and doing HIIT like 5x a week, and when i felt out of that because it was ultimately unsustainable with my job, i was bitter and angry with myself for a long time. i felt like if it was something i did before, i should be able to do it again. but maybe i can't, and that's okay. i still did it at one point, and i still got a lot of benefits from doing it--that should be celebrated, not something i should hold against myself for not continuing)

something i encountered a lot when i was doing therapy and in fitness/weight loss groups was the concept of a SMART goal, which is a specific, measurable, achievable, relevant, and time-bound goal. and the part of my brain that likes things orderly and structured sees the benefit of that approach, but i just don't think that works for me for long-term change, particularly with something as amorphous (to me) as physical health

i tried noom (twice, as a matter of fact) because i knew a lot of my weight struggle was more mental/emotional than physical, and it's a very flawed program for a lot of reasons that I'm not going to get into rn, but one thing in particular that i could never really get on board with was setting a goal weight or a specific number of pounds to lose

i have no emotional connection to these numbers. i know when i feel good in my body and i know when i don't feel good in my body, and those experiences have never been tied to a specific number. i do weigh myself because it's an easy way for me to create some accountability for myself, but saying 'i want to be this weight by this date' just does nothing for me

(another small tangent but i think some of this also comes from being taller and naturally bulkier (even at my objectively healthiest) than the average cis woman anyway. like I'm never going to be petite or slim and i don't want to be, frankly. I've always had a really hard time connecting with women about this stuff in more traditionally female-oriented weight loss spaces (versus like a CrossFit box) because I've always leaned more towards muscle mommy than yoga girlie or whatever the cutesy internet terms are rn lmao)

so yeah! just some stuff i've been thinking about this week and wanted to get out. whenever i talk about this stuff i always feel like it's a big pile of WELL NO SHIT lmao but I've also just always felt like there's so much advice out there that just does not fully resonate with me and dumb brain until I'm ready for it. guess I'm ready for it now :3

[ygodmyy20]

Okay I finally am getting around to this post! It's the 'Fuck how can mob psycho help me in so many ways god damnit I hate and love this show' post!

Shigeo joining the body improvement club, and everything about this part of his story is so personal to me. I just have to talk about it.

So as we all know at the start of the story, Shigeo joins the body improvement club to impress Tsubomi. Thats it. Thats the goal. He also joins because he wants to get stronger and not rely on his psychic powers but really like...the main reason is to impress her.

And this isn't new. A character wanting to get fit, lose weight, change some physical part of themselves for a crush is SO common in stories that you barely notice it.

But what I love, what I ADORE is how this progresses and changes.

This gif from an amazing AMV by @thekagepro24 and it just UGH hits me so hard it is so perfect!!! I could watch this 5 second gif over and over and over again

I just am. I just am dying while running, I just am making progress, I just am enjoying this because I really like it.

This puts everything I feel into visuals (it's so gooooood watch the AMV!!! DO IIIIIIT)

So many times society tells us to change something about ourselves, or we tell ourselves to change for the appeal of others.

Lose weight so people think you're pretty.

Get fit so you can get into clothes that make you look hot.

Get swol to make a person think you're attractive.

You are the one and only you, this is your one and only body. So why are you working out, why do you WANT to get "swol" who are you trying to impress. Is it for yourself? A crush? Society?

I have battled with the above for so long. I come from an athletic background, and did a lot of sports growing up, but I have never been small. I have battled with weight my whole life and had my own shitty bouts with ED.

I have been in therapy, I have read books, I have watched videos, I've been in and out of PT for nearly 5 years because of a lower back and hip pain that NEVER went away.

I never figured out WHY i wanted to exercise. It just always was "To lose weight" because I couldn't get that goal out of my head for years and years and years.

But then I watched mob psycho 100.

And I started a new type of physical therapy.

And was it mp100 or was it the therapy finally working, who can say which did it—probably both—but one day I thought...

....maybe I should just go for a run...for 5-10 mins. Just to see how it feels. It went against all parts of my athlete brain (because 10 mins is too short to see "gains"....which is dumb but whatever)

I thought of Shigeo and how he basically passed out every time he ran for like 2 mins, but he got better. He had to start from 0, well...kinda like negative 5 really. But then he was doing so much not even a few months in!

35 pushups is so hard!!! You go my boi.

Shigeo started off doing it all for Tsubomi, for others, and even if he really wanted to do it to improve himself I think it was a secondary goal initially. Main goal was to impress someone. Secondary was to get stronger.

But then the marathon happened. And those goals SWITCHED! DURING THE RACE! just....man it hit me. It hit me hard. THAT WHOLE EPISODE IS JUST A LOT FOR ME GOD DAMN

He ran for her initially but he continued running for himself. He continued working at it because he wanted to and in the end, after everything, after confession arc, after all that

This scene!!! makes me cry happy tears!! look at how happy he is UGH IT JUST IS SO UGGGHHHHHHH

Anyway if you made it this far, know that everyones journey through their body improvement, mental improvement, emotional improvement is different. We all have to tackle it in the way that works for us.

It took me nearly 10 years to start again because of this beautiful anime connecting the right dots in my brain.

Every journey is different, but just keep fighting on and you'll figure it out!

[weirdfreakshow]

YIPPEEE COPY N PASTE BC I ALREADY WROTE IT IN YOUR ASKS 10 MINS AGO!!

okay, hear me out in s6 i feel like Grian would have a huge addiction to sh (due to past yhs/kov and probably family stuff that hasnt been resolved) and he would do it anywhere he could find privacy and time, sometimes he'd just let the blood drip off and dry because he was so desperate for the pain and harm, he did it alot around mumbo's place alot simply because he liked being around mumbo, and blood blends in with redstone (imo) and thats where we transition(🏳️‍⚧️/j) to mumbo, he has always had an odd fascination with blood imo. also mumbo has awful self asteem thinks he is shitty all the time and thinks hes dumb if he fails even 1 thing (was deff pressured as a child+labled gifted and got burnt out), he also deff has seen some stuff on the internet and thats how he heard of self harm, over the time it became a thing that he did more often, definitely not as much as Grian though, But mumbo always kept a stainless steel razor blade in one of his pockets if he ever needed it. One day Grian was cutting himself in a more risky area late at night (11pm-1am)and mumbo caught him (in Sahara's redstone area maybe? idk) grian was cutting with a super shitty blade but he still managed to get good results. mumbo noticing the shitty blade walks up to grian and this scares the SHIT out of grian bc hes been caught by not so nice ppl b4, he thinks hes about to get yelled at or something but instead mumbo pulls a new blade out of his pocket and gives it to grian says something like "use this instead, i dont want you to get tetanus or something" bc i feel like hes a bitch abt being healthy in that way/lh(paranoid) grian took the blade thankfully but also shocked bc like mumbo jumbo? self harm? thats kinda gay😕/j (im a fag dw) also mumbo was also wearing short sleve so his cuts and scars were showing too (he took off his hoodie(its night hes not wearing his suit) to show grian "hey same dude"). Grian unwrapped the blade and asked he he could continue, MJ said yes and pulled out his own blade and joined grian.

Thats how they had their first cutting sesh together:3

HCs for this: Grian usualy does bean cuts and Mumbo does a bunchh of styros / cat scratches, he's done bean b4 but it made him almost pass out. Grian was deff Scene once and showed off his scars. Grian and Mumbo get high together all the time (and maybe a little toutchy 🤭🤭🤭).

ough i wanna make this like . a mini fic or something

also Grian and Taurtis totaly cut eachother for the funzies all the time

this is so big brain, and so extensive I don't feel like I'd be able to add anything substantial to it, but I'd like to say that I just love the image of Mumbo always carrying one or two new, fresh razors on the pocket of his suit. Something about it, about not really feeling ashamed of cutting but still having them hidden under the sleeves of his pristine suit. I also think of him having a strange fixation with everything red. From redstone, to red foods, to blood. Watching the cuts form, especially if they're clean, made with a sharp enough object it's just like cutting through butter. He finds it so satisfying in such a strange way, scratches his brain that perfect way he didn't know he needed.

Grian, shaky and afraid of being judged before Mumbo just places a shiny razor in his palm. So good.

Might not be accurate at all, but just thinking of .. Cuts giving Mumbo a sense of euphoria while they give Grian a sense of control.

"Mumbo has seen some shit on the internet" oh I KNOW that guy watched copious amounts of gore. He likes watching beans cuts but he just doesn't have the endurance to handle them, unlike Grian. A total expert, huh.

Can't help but acknowledge the mentions of yhs. I'm sure Grian learned from Sam, i KNOW Grian found Sam cutting more than once. Sam would be COVERED in scars too, always. He pushed Taurtis to cut for the first time too, insulting him in so many ways that taught him to hate himself, hate his own body ♡ so much fun

[huitzilinthebudgie3]

Nuestra Flor

Summary : Marc had a shitty day…and suddenly there's a Baby waiting at his doorstep………

What's Marc gonna do ? What's a guy to do ?

Notes : I know it's kinda out of order but , my minds kinda like a squirrel and this is kinda theraputic for me. I hope you guys like it , because it's not really what is seen in Para ti Papa..this is just a bit into how i think Marc , Steven and possibly Jake would've handled raising a baby girl.

And i know it's not mentioned but , it is not as canon to the show as it should be…i caught it and Steven and Marc know about eachother….but Jake is still hidden.

So it'll be interesting …..

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Marc was having a shitty day , he was getting home from work. He had to make dinner before Layla got home …he had laundry…a room and bed to clean ….he sighed slumping down onto the couch down and someone was ringing the doorbell. He frowned and sighed walking over to said door as he opened it glancing around to find it empty. Before he was met with small coos…he blinked at the small bundle wrapped in a bright red soft blanket that was wrapped with a teal and gold quilt that supported the baby in the carrier. The baby was blowing raspberries and cooing to itself as it stared at him with a curious look before giggling and kicking it’s small plush toy out of the carrier. 

Marc frowned, leaning down to read the note on the baby’s lap, as the baby babbled at him reaching out to touch him as he shrunk back and read the note that had a birth certificate. Social Security and all the paperwork that a baby its age would need to travel.

The note made Marc glance from the note back to the baby as he repeated the action twice before sighing deeply “There is no way , your mine” he murmured before flipping to the next page with a full blown paternity test confirming that he was indeed the father of said baby.

He sighed as he shut the door and getting ready to call the cops to take the baby as he threw the papers down. Well as soon as the door closed , the speed and sound of the old heavy door was enough to make a loud slamming noise that apparently startled the baby as it began wailing at the top of their lungs. 

His already shitty day was much worse as it didn’t stop after 5 minutes..nor 10 mins or 15..and at 20 it did stop but , he was curious so sue him. He opened the door to find the baby sniffling as it whined for the small plush. The baby according to her birth certificate was around 4 months old , and according to the note…sent to him as a last resort. To let the little one to get to know her father, as her mother apparently (Shitty mother in Marc’s opinion) couldn’t keep her and knew she deserved better. 

So he sighed grabbing his keys to at the very least leave her at the Fire Station. Give her a chance to live a normal life with whichever family member was written on the letter. 

And he was mind made up , on the steps of the fire station when the baby babbled softly reaching out with big wide brown eyes touching his hand before giggling at his attention and fixed him with a toothy smile (as much as a 4 month old could manage). 

 Fate has a really crazy way of throwing you hurdles…for Marc it was Steven fronting as soon as the baby touched his hand. Emotionally he couldn’t handle the idea of his blood in the broken system possibly suffering just as much as he did to someone not related to her or even getting dealt a worse hand as he sighed mentally letting Steven take the reigns. So he decided to take her to a family member and ensure she was safe with said family member. 

*2 weeks later*

It was interesting that the baby had appropriate traveling documents , as he stared at the baby . He’d purchased a set of clothes for it according to age and food, it didn’t like the car. He was currently in a diner eating breakfast as the baby cooed happily in his direction …so far other than being car-sick or teething it seemed , it wasn’t a very cry crybaby. 

“Aww she’s cute , how old is she ?” Marc quirked a brow “4 months ?” he said as the waitress hummed “Oh i’ll just wait for your mama , pumpkin” she smiled booping her nose as the baby yawned stretching out to bat at her toys hanging from the handle “Oh just us , we’re heading to visit mama” he explained. 

The waitress nodded, taking his order as he stared at the baby again “Don’t go getting attached , half-pint. You're going straight back to your mom or whoever's at this address” he said firmly as the baby giggled and kicked in excitement. She babbled in excitement but not yet having the articulation to quite form cohort sentences. 

Steven was strongly against taking the baby back to her other family members or back to her own mother. He also called the baby by its name clearly looking to get attached in his opinion. 

Marc sighed distracted by his ringing phone that had Layla’s contact…ringing and eventually stopping as another voicemail found it’s way into his contacts. In the grand age of 2008 , this baby couldn’t have chosen a worse time to make their presence known. He glared wondering exactly where this baby came from , Steven had no recollection of being with someone or even getting intimate…which Marc confirmed …as Steven ..had yet to get a girlfriend. 

And Marc had only been with Layla for months…except the kidnapped…and drunken portion of the…past few months before Layla had saved him. 

…..

…..

…..

… And suddenly this small being before him made sense…clearly he’d been with someone..he’d put that together a few days ago……………..

But how the hell was he going to explain that one ? To his wife , when it’d been his fault to begin with that he’d taken and more so that ….*sigh* he didn’t have time for this.

The small little being was cute..he had to give her credit for that “Flora..what kinda name is that ?” he murmured as the baby cooed at that reaching out for him “Flora…you look more like a y/n …but i’m not keeping ya..so thats that” he sighed drinking the black coffee as she blew a raspberry his way. 

*2 months later*

He finally found the mother of the baby , he was currently trying to talk her into keeping the baby….but she ignored him and kept walking. Refusing to acknowledge him before he set the baby down “Hey i returned her ! I’m married , you psycho !” the woman quirked a brow…she was beautiful in way that was different to Marc.And it hurt Marc…for some unknown reason…well at the time…that he could see how torn she was as she squated down and caressed the baby's cheek. Cooing words of love and affection as the baby giggled , knowing the face and kindness of her mother as she reached out ..probably craving it from a lack of it in a month. He could tell that her soul was hurting as she glared at him “I can’t keep her…she’s your responsibility now.” she said firmly “You must swear that she must never been an avatar” she said softly as Marc snorted “I’m an avatar smart ass” the woman rolled her eyes “Pues si pendejo ! I’m talking about Khonshu…Khonshu has a soft spot. He has no relation to her outside of her being your daughter. My deity is related distantly …and unlike Khonshu…she will never be able to be free of mine. I do not give her to you lightly!” the woman yelled as the baby cried out at that as the woman sighed deeply. 

Her anger melting away as she picked her up briefly rocking her gently muttering a small lullaby , Marc presumed as she walked over to him “I can’t have her live my life. And i can tell her soul and heart will be kind…she will be unable to deny her birthright” she sighed softly “And as much i want to keep her and see the person she grows into…i can’t…she can’t be tied to me . I fear he’ll be able to claim her” she said softly “So take , my sweet little flor. And grow her into the strong little rose bush that she will be” she said softly as tears dripped down her cheeks “Because i know my father will , and if you want he can help..but as the current avatar until i have a child or i die..i’ll be the avatar of my god” she sniffled setting the baby into his arms. 

Marc hadn’t even realized that he was crying until the woman kissed their daughter cheek and left apologizing once again. 

*2 months later*

Marc sighed as he sat in his and Steven’s shared apartment …he let Steven front over…and so far so good. He helped from time to time…and they had the baby and were going to try and get used to her and the idea of her before bringing Layla into this…because it was a pretty fucked situation no matter how you spun it…….

And the baby just barfed on herself…sigh…whelp enough journaling for today. 

Talk to you soon , Baby Girl. 

I hope you know I love you , and even if i’m not around…and if our start together wasn’t the greatest…i love you , bud…

….My Y/n

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End Notes :

Thank you again for reading , let me know if you like it.

Here's a link to my AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/users/Huitzilinthebudgie

And have a wonderful day or night :)

[pushycrocodile]

We listen and we don't judge

Looking to mend their relationship with Jack, the EVPs come up with a great idea to bond while in Japan...

Jack stares down at his phone while a picture of Matthew Jackson stares right back at him. His stomach churns as the phone rings. He tells himself it was the sketchy octopus Darby made him try earlier, but... He hasn't made up his mind by the time the ringing stops. He is, admittedly, relieved but it is short lived. The damn thing starts trilling again, this time Nicholas's face appearing.

Jack groans. "Yeah?"

"Hey! Jacky boy! Jack Jack! Our man!" Nicholas's fake enthusiasm makes Jack's stomach flip. Just the octopus, right? Right...

"Hey, how come you didn't answer when I called?" Matthew yells, clearly listening in the background.

"Were the two calls back to back really necessary? What if I was busy?" Jack says and the frustration leaks into his voice.

Nicholas pauses. "Oh...um... weelllllllll you answered anyways so you couldn't have been that busy. Anyways! We could tell that things were a little..."

"Tense." Matthew supplies faintly.

"Yes! Just a little tension when we met up earlier, y'know after we saved you--" "--You're welcome, by the way!"

Jack rolls his eyes. If he has to talk to the peanut gallery for one more minute, he's going to lose his fucking mind.

"Yes! You're welcome, but that's neither here nor there. We've come up with the most BRILLIANT idea for The Elite to bond while we're here. There's this trend that's been going viral all. over. social media. It's called 'We listen and we don't judge.' Have you heard of it? I'm sure you have, you don't live under a rock anymore like you used to before you became part of The Elite." Nicholas continues.

Jack backtracks to the beginning of the call, trying to count the total number of words he's said. Couldn't have been more than 10. He wonders how long it would take for them to notice if he hung up right now.

"--a GREAT IDEA for us to bond! Just us three, the three amigos. We wouldn't put it online or anything, God no, but it might be a good idea to help clear the air and get to know each other more without judgment. Not that we ever judge, of course, that would be unprofessional, but that's neither here nor there. What do you say Jack, you in??" Nicholas finally takes a breath.

Jack desperately tries to think of an excuse to actually never bond with the Jacksons, but comes up short. "Uhh...I--"

"Perfect! So glad you're on board. Always knew we could count on you, Jacky. We can meet in the lobby of your hotel in, say, 30 mins?" Matthew must have taken the phone, he sounds a lot closer now.

"Um--Wait, how do you know what hotel I'm in??"

"Oh. That's not important. What IS important is getting The Elite back on track and at the top of the world where we belong! We'll see you in 30, don't be late!" Matthew hangs up.

Jack watches his phone screen go black. "Can't make it, I'm going to have food poisoning in half an hour..." He mutters. He flops down face first on the bed with an OOMPH. It's not nearly as satisfying as it looks in the movies.

The bathroom door opens, slamming against the wall. There's a muttered "Fucking hell, weird ass doors." Darby emerges, disgruntled from his fight with the door--

It sticks. Jack told him he had to be careful with it, but it's not his fucking fault everything is so damn light weight here. Darby is built for shitty backflips and destruction, not delicate entrances.

--leaving a trail of water as he goes. He pauses at the edge of the bed and pokes through the mess of curls to find Jack's scalp. "Hey you. What happened to you? I leave you alone for 10 minutes..."

Jack lifts his head, ready to tell Darby about the hell that awaits him, but quickly hides his face again as Darby shakes like a damn dog. Water droplets fly everywhere, though Jack thinks he caught most of the spray.

"DUDE you know they have TOWELS here right??"

Darby shrugs and climbs onto Jack's back, doing a very convincing impression of a starfish. "Why waste a towel when I can just snuggle up to you??" All he gets is a sigh and a mumbled "You're literally the worst." Darby wiggles until he's satisfied with his front and rolls off Jack, letting the comforter dry off his back.

"Ugh, now I have to change and the bed is going to be all wet. You're absolutely feral..."

Darby winks with a smirk, "You like me feral, baby."

Jack smiles in spite of himself and rolls his eyes. "Nope, don't even start, we have to be in the lobby in 15 minutes."

"What's in the lobby?"

"Hell, hosted by our beloved EVPs. And if I'm going, you're coming with me."

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When the elevator door opens, Matthew and Nicholas put on their award winning smiles to greet Jack. Arms outstretched for a hug, they approach but pause when they see he's not alone.

"Oh. My. God. WHAT are YOU doing here???" Matthew whisper-screams.

"What do you mean? You told me to be in the lobby, so here I am. Now where's that hug???" Jack puts on his sugar sweet smile and revels in the EVP Discomfort Special. He gives both of them the most awkward three-way hug as they continue to stare daggers into Darby.

Nicholas is the first to regain composure. "Right, aha, we appreciate your cooperation. But uh, Mr. Allin, what are you doing here??"

"Jack said you guys were playing a judgment game and oooooh boy I cannot WAIT to judge you. Super stoked really."

"No, it's we listen--it's about NOT judging! The point is---" Matthew takes a breath, straightens his shirt. "Darby what are you doing in Japan??"

Darby slings his arm around Jack's waist, fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt. He makes direct eye contact with Matthew and says, "Well it's sure a lot easier to stick my tongue down his throat when we're not separated by an entire fucking ocean. Isn't that right, babe?"

Jack chokes, face red immediately. "I mean--"

"NOPE. NOPE, ABSOLUTELY NOT. I wish I never HEARD that. I don't EVER want details. EVER. Disgusting. Jack, I expected better of you. Oh god I'm going to gag--We'll have someone send you the MOUNTAIN of paperwork you just earned yourselves. Nicholas, we're leaving. NOW."

Jack gives up on covering his laugh while they watch their EVPs EV-Storm out of the lobby. Darby thinks if Matthew were a bird, he'd be one of the ones where his little head feathers would be standing straight up. Probably wouldn't even be one of the pretty birds honestly.

Jack cocks his head a little. "Do you ever think of them as birds? One of those parrots with the big mohawk crest thing? Always have their feathers ruffled. Always thought parrots were kinda overrated, and it tracks."

Darby just turns and stares at him. Jack opens his mouth to defend himself, and Darby doesn't need any further invitation. He already said he was there to stick his tongue down Jack's throat so...

[cherry-cristal]

Would the Survivors recognize Nicolas Cage?

So, I’m gonna put if the survivors gonna recognize Nic when he finally arrives to this hell

SURVIVORS / KILLLERS

YES/NO (if yes) Would they gush about it?

Dwight Fairfield: YES/NO | Dwight is you average white guy with average taste so of course he knows who’s Nicolas Cage is. He gushed, but not too much, from shyness and politeness.

Meg Thomas: YES/NO | She looks like she watches shitty movies with her mom whenever possible, so of course she knows who he is! She gushws, so much, like, she’s 10/10 an extrovert she made him sign so much leaves.

Claudette Morel: YES/NO | She knows who he is, has watch like, 2 and a half of his movies and knows more about his memes than him.

Jake Park: YES/NO | He knows who he is, but not being a huge movie person he doesn’t really care.

Nea Karlsson: YES/NO | She’s from 2021, she was a young delinquent and passed more on the streets that in front of a screen so she knows but she couldn’t give more of a fuck.

Laurie Strode: YES/NO | Her nightmare began in 1978, and the next few years because of her brother she could keep up with media.

Ace Visconti: YES/NO | HE KNOWS HIM and he knows how to fake his sign, he had got sooo much money with that scam! He of course asked for his autograph!

William "Bill" Overbeck: YES/NO | He was a veteran, bitter about the civy life, he heard his name once or twice but don’t really know him.

Feng Min: YES/NO | SHE RAN A FORUM FULL OF HIS MEMES! She was fan of his shitpost and asked him to reenact so much of her favorite dialogues!

David King: YES/NO | He knows who he is, has seen a few of his movies but doesn’t really care, so when he sees him he was like ‘yooo, no even celebrities are safe from this shithole’ and that’s all.

Quentin Smith: YES/NO | He knew the memes (the old ones) but after everything with Freddy and now being in the Entity realm he forgot about him.

Detective David Tapp: YES/NO | He saw like, two of his movies and that was all, his ex-wife was a fan but he doesn't really paid attention to mainstream media being a workaholic and all.

Kate Denson: YES/NO | She’s from the 60′ I don’t think Nic Cage was even born. 

Adam Francis: YES/NO | He actually learn about him when the Nicolastick became famous in Japan, but nothing more.

Jeffrey "Jeff" Johansen: YES/NO | He watched a lot of his movies when he was around 18 or 19, and even if he’s not as much as a fan now he still gushed a little about him.

Jane Romero: YES/NO | SHE had meet him before, even drink with him, but since their circles weren't really comparable, they didn't keep contact, she welcomed him not differently from whoever else falls in this nightmare.

Ashley J. Williams: YES/NO | Everything went to shit in 1982 for him, jumping from age to age and trauma to trauma he doesn’t even know what year he was taken from.

Nancy Wheeler/Steve Harrington:  YES/NO | Being from the 80′s, and with all that went on with Eleven and the kids, they don’t know who he is.

Yui Kimura: YES/NO | She knows him because Hiro (her bff) is a fan of his movies and camped with him outside a store when they announced the Nicolasticks, she almost cried when she saw him because she was reminded of Hiro and how he was when she dissapeared and really couldn’t face him in a while.

Zarina Kassir: YES/NO | She know he exist, maybe saw... one? Two movies? But she’s not interested in fiction movies and being a workaholic didn’t let her much time to care about celebrities.

Cheryl Mason: YES/NO | Nope, no idea, no having time for teenhood and all that “vessel of a god and Silent Hill stuff” didn't give her much time to kept up with celebrities.

Felix Richter: YES/NO | He knows him, his tailor once told him they tailored a suit for him, but that’s all to be honest.

Élodie Rakoto: YES/NO | Knows, doesn’t care, she’s too busy trying to save her parents thank you very mucho.

Yun-Jin Lee: YES/NO | She knows who he is, doesn't really caring BUT since Ji-Woon was SO OBSESSED WITH HIM she actually tries to avoid him... And everyone else to be honest.

Jill Valentine: YES/NO | Even if Nic’s career started to be noticed in the 90′s she didn't have time to go to the cinema so maybe heard about him from strangers in the streets, but that’s all.

Leon Scott Kennedy: YES/NO | Goody-two-shoes freshly outa school rookie cop Leon sure didn’t have time (or actually care) about the upcoming actors.

Mikaela Reid: YES/NO | SHE KNOWS HIM, she went to a couple of comic cons to meet him and has an autograph from him, she gushes so much and actually gets hurt when he told her he didn't remember her.

Jonah Vasquez: YES/NO | His movies were what keeps him sane whenever he had a little bit of time for himself, he binge watched every-single-one, with beer and stale nachos.

Yoichi Asakawa: YES/NO | He has seen a couple of movies and were there when almost all of his student were late to class because they camped to try to buy a Nicolastick.

Haddie Kaur: YES/NO |Knows about him, has seen a couple of movies, knows a few memes, but that’s all, she’s busy, ok? That doesn't mean she didn't ask for an autograph...

Ada Wong: YES/NO |  Nope, Nicolas what? No idea, doesn’t care, doesn’t matter.

Rebecca Chambers: YES/NO | Even if she doesn't know who he is, she gushes about meeting a celebrity, especially the Entity’s Realm!

Vittorio Toscano: YES/NO | Dude’s older that dust, he doesn’t know what a photograph is.

Thalita Lyra: YES/NO | Knows him, watched movies with his brother and actually really likes one of his memes, asks for an autograph for her brother (but it’s actually for her)

Renato Lyra: YES/NO | Has watched every single one of his movies in an “ironic” way, actually likes a lot of them and stuttered welcoming him.

Gabriel Soma: YES/NO | Dude’s from 2098 after a war that made humans go to outer space, I don’t think he even knows what a movie is.

[ohmeadows]

with the experience you have now, what is something you usually do when you feel the creative block so bad that it makes you want to drop all your writing during an indeterminate period of time? (Not considering talking to someone because i don't have friends with the same interests as me)

Lately i have been writing consistently but now i am in a point between the overwhelming need to keep creating and the suffocating need to just stop. the last time this happened not a single word was written in over a year xd

oh and im so in love with your writing btw <3

thank you and i'm sorry to hear you're struggling with a creative block, i know the feeling all too well. (there's a span of years between 2013 and 2016 where i didn't write at all.)

while a little break does do good, i know the threshold to getting back to it becomes so high it feels insurmountable. but it sounds like you need to replenish the well, as i like to call it. think of your writing as a well you draw from, and it needs a steady supply of water to be able to sustain you dipping into it for the power and inspiration to keep going. feeding it involves engaging in texts in a different way. for me, that's reading, and a lot. i sometimes feel so parched i have to steamroll thru ten books before i feel like i have it balanced again.

i've made some posts beforehand on how to approach reading as a writer (wish i'd tagged them better), but it boils down to:

make lists of beautiful words and sentences that you like; could you emulate them? could you write them in your style?

how do the writers pull off the tricks you struggle with? for me this is knowing when to just move the scene along, or how to showcase that time has passed. (i did a whole study on this from my fave books and it boiled down to just writing "A day later/Weeks down the line/Three months passed before she/It didn't take more than forty-five minutes to get across town but it felt like moving backwards through time" which was fun to learn)

just reading for fun. cannot be understated. sometimes you just need to be pulled into a story and feel too dazzled to stop and think to be reminded of how delicious writing feels

and yes, this goes for mangas, comics, scripts, movies, tv shows, even game writing imo (visual novels are great fun for how they do dialogue and emotional appeal).

another thing to not lose touch with the writing as a practice but maybe take a little breather from the project is to start a journal. i like this one a lot personally, there's the concept of morning pages where you get up in the morning and write three pages without stopping or overthinking.

this leads into automatic writing, which is about setting a timer (25 mins is a good one i feel, but even 15-10-5 does wonders) and while it ticks, you have to keep writing. yes, even if all you write is the same word over and over, or your thoughts as they come to you. this is a key component exercise at all writing schools i've ever gone to. personally i like to "guide it" so to speak with a prompt, be it a word (Lust, Rose, Name, Echo) or a full sentence ("She didn't like where this was going.") or an image. what this exercise teaches you is to shorten the distance between hand putting the words down and your thoughts as they process and come to you, as well as embracing writing messy and ugly and shitty because you can always come back and fix a half-assed page, but you can't do anything with a blank one.

third and final thing: movement. go outside. look around. if you can, get moving, take in the surroundings. there's no expectation on you to write anything from this, just let the movement and your thoughts be it. whenever i hit creative rut, i go for a walk. the first half hour my brain is quiet and annoyed. then things start moving in there as well. i'll walk all the way down to the sea and look at the waves and back home and process an idea from it. (i do keep the notes app on my phone readily available for this, but a notebook or receipt or post-it notes also work fine.)

like all art, writing is a practice and the actual act of writing is maybe 20-30% of what it is. nourish the well and it will nourish you back.

+ for what it's worth, i also often try to edge in rest days where i don't write. at least two a week. be gentle and forgiving on yourself.

[cobiehaven]

Under My Roof — Ji Changmin

SYNOPSIS; you told changmin that you would do anything, and you mean anything, to have a place to stay for a couple of nights. although, you were a little taken aback by the things he requested from you.

PAIRING; changmin x reader

GENRE; drama, a bit suggestive.

WORD COUNT; 0.7k

TAGS/WARNINGS; changmin is lowkey a bad/fuck boy, reader just wants to live her life, story is lowkey played out like a japanese anime 😟, rude!changmin, pothead!changmin, both reader and changmin go to the same collage but it’s not really mentioned in the story, mention of sleeping together, mention of fake dating, mild language.

AUTHORS NOTE; i wrote this within like 30 mins so it’s short.

“and fuck you too!” you yelled as you watched your landlord practically throw your stuff out of your shitty apartment into the dusty hallway, her disappearing around the corner after she was done with you. you couldn’t believe you had gotten kicked out of your apartment just because you got on the landlords bad side.

taking in a deep breath, you squatted down to pick up your stuff. as you were practically shoving your thrown out clothes into your suitcase, your attention was caught when your next door neighbor, opened his door.

“changmin..?” you squinted your eyes at him, your head tilting with curiosity. “uh, yeah?” he raised a brow at you, leaning on his doorframe as he stared at your hunched over figure. “you’re my neighbor?” you asked as he took a long wif of his cigarette and puffed it out into the dirty halls.

“you mean i was your neighbor? seems like you just got kicked out.”

“well- i mean- yeah.. i did… but why do you care?”

“i don’t, you were the one who brought it up.”

why did being around him always have to make you get the worst second hand embarrassment ever?

“i just came out here to see what all of the yelling was about but now that i know it was just you, i’m not as interested anymore,” he sighed and turned around, about to shut his door when his attention was caught by the sudden cling to his door handle. “wait!” he groaned and rolled his eyes.

“what is it?”

“can i please stay the night? you’re the only person i know around here and i don’t want to be sleeping on the streets.”

it was already 10:58 pm, there was no way he could just let a young girl out on the streets with no way to protect herself!

he looked you up and down. on second thought, maybe it might have been better to just tend to the streets. “i’ll pass,” he tried closing his door again but you pushed against him.

“please!”

“what about your parents?"

“they live towns upon towns away, i couldn’t possibly be able to attend class with that amount of distance.”

“well that’s not my problem.”

“please.. i’ll do anything.”

as much as changmin hated girls who were persistent as hell and bothered him all of the time, there was no way he could pass up on a girl at his doorstep who was begging to stay the night and willing to do anything to do so.

“anything, you say?”

you nod frantically, unsure of what crude things he had in mind.

“fine.”

“thank you!”

you breathed out before practically barging in past him and dropping your stuff inside. the place reeked with smoke and other substances that didn’t smell anything like normal cigarettes, stains upon stains on his couches and crevices, empty and moldy dishes lying around that made you honestly want to pick up your stuff and actually sleep on the streets forever. but, he was kind enough to at least give you a roof so sleep under.

“so they’ll let you smoke as much weed as you want but they won’t let me paint the furniture white?” you raised a brow as you saw bags upon bags of substances stacked on his counter. he shrugged and put out his cigarette in the ash tray next to the door.

“so, where am i sleeping?” you asked, setting your things up neatly against the wall for now. “with me,” you nearly choked on your own spit.

“what?” he shrugged.

“you said you’d do anything to stay here, i say you let me have my way with you.”

“absolutely not.”

“then get out.”

“isn’t there anything else i can do for you? like, clean your house or pay most of the bill for you? i’d say both of those are pretty good options.”

you were both interrupted by an unexpected text chiming from changmin’s phone, him pushing past you to answer it. it took him a couple of minutes to read it, his expression contorting into a furrowed and stressed out one. “on second thought,” he set his phone down after hitting send on his phone. “i have something different i want you to do instead.”

“and that would be?”

“could you maybe, pretend to be my girlfriend?”

© cobiehaven 2023

[nicistrying]

How long was the phone call to my dad today to wish him happy new year and happy birthday? I placed my bet at 2 mins 30, we made it to 1 min 43 😂 it's genuinely not funny but god he's just such a prick. I ask him questions about his day, his dogs etc and he just cuts me off and says right I'm going to sort the dogs out bye. Like okay bye then 😂 speak to you in 6 months I guess. I'm so glad I was brave enough to say I wanted my nannas to walk me down the aisle instead of him bc seriously he doesn't deserve it. He was a great dad when I was younger but the past 15 years he's been awful to me. Just totally uninterested. I cba chasing after him any more. I told my nanna this and she defended him as always and said I shouldn't give up on him bc he's done a lot for me, which he has, but not in the past 10 years at least. He doesn't even speak to Matthew who is going to be his fucking son in law in 8 months. It's not as if we don't try. I said I'd book us a table for lunch today for his bday and he just said he already had his day planned. Not 'plans', just he was already going to the pub and would rather do that than spend 2 hours max with his family. So he can fuck off. It's just so sad bc all these people in the pubs and at the dog tracks know him so well and have great memories with him and I have nothing from the age of about 10 upwards. I honestly despise the man more every year. He didn't even speak to Matt the other day after I had told him his grandma had died the night before. Not even 'I'm sorry to hear about that'. Fucking dick. I just need to remember to bite my tongue around my nanna bc it upsets her hearing me talk about him like that but it's hard it makes me so angry. Never mind. It's new year's day, I've made the dreaded phone call, now I can stretch, tidy the house and go for our lovely long walk in the sunshine with Matt's family. Sending everyone with shitty family so much love. It's almost over 🫠🫠