#i was like. ok i just need to move to a place with public transit and i'll Be Fine. lol. lmao even

[draconicace]

you know the bus service is underfunded when it takes less time to walk somewhere (1hr 20m) than to take the bus there (1hr 30m)

[hyatoro]

Sinbad Sub Headcanons

Sinbad

Part 2 of a request. You can find Kouen’s part here. 

SFW

Sinbad is a generous lover but because of everything that’s happened to him you can tell it’s all very surface level. Sure he can get up in people’s spaces and charm their pants off with his natural and hard earned charisma, but when it comes to his genuine relationships (as like a person) the ones that know him best have stuck with him even after seeing his ugly sides. 

How he loves and lets himself be loved can vary depending on what phase of Sinbad we’re talking about, but I’ll be sticking with the Sinbad we meet in early Magi. Not his prequel, and not late game Sinbad, though those are all sides of him. He is very welcome to public displays of affection, especially during festivals, but he hopes that his partner understands time and place, like when he has important meetings to arrange business deals. 

In contrast to Kouen, you wouldn’t need to be necessarily on his level djinn-wise. He just needs someone with a strong will to reign him in. He’s not as concerned about marrying another position of power. You’d likely still be somewhat of a power couple, since everyone he keeps around him is useful in one way or another. If we’re talking about having a relationship that has dom/sub stuff happening, then yeah. If he went to some red-light district and got dominated that’d be more a one time thing.

Your characterization is more open ended. As long as you find a way to make conversation with him and prove yourself, then you’re in. It’ll start as a fascination, and then evolve into an infatuation. Which honestly, he’d lie to himself about it because he doesn’t actually want to get distracted from his goals, which is what he thinks of it at the beginning. A distraction. Then he convinces himself that because you’re such a useful person that he’s just getting close to you to keep you in his arsenal. But then eventually he’d fold and admit that he’s weak for you. 

NSFW

Maybe he finally spills the beans when you corner him about why he’s been so annoying. “Why did you schedule me for so many meetings? All of which actually already have you in them so I don’t know why you would need me there.” 

Nervous sweating. “UH-”

He’s been in this wild mental state of “God she’s so hot and amazing and I’d be ok if she slapped me man i wish she would lol wouldn't that be funny” and “Haha eyes on the prize. Wake up and grind king.” 

So when you have him pushed up against a wall he’s frozen. And you already know he’s more than capable of just bolting if he wanted to. Then you realize exactly what weird emotions he’s feeling so you make the first move. 

A knowing look crosses your face and he gulps as you lean closer. You’re bent so that you’re looking up at him and he’s frozen like prey caught by a predator. And it’s kinda nice. 

You grab him by the collar of his shirt and whisk him away, and he can’t help but follow. Tired of dealing with his mental dilemma he surrendered the decision, the control, to you. 

As seen in my bondage headcanon for him, he needs a lot of trust. And that applies to all of this really. You may point out that dom/sub relationships need that in the first place. You’d be surprised. 

Of course he gives off his authoritative aura that exudes leadership, but he’s also just a silly goofy man sometimes. So it’s much easier to reign him in and transition to that dom/sub dynamic whenever, as opposed to Kouen where he has a hard line between private and public. 

Sinbad is down to get messy anywhere. 

Does not like choking. Is okay with gags if he’s not tied up. Basically if you want to tie him up you have to be thorough in making sure he’s comfortable. He doesn’t like anything around his neck like a collar or a choker because of his slave days. 

He likes edging and overstimulation. Testing his will and stamina gets him going and you can easily make him go crazy with little effort, or a lot. 

Kind of a masochist so he likes pain, but not to the point where you’re like actively trying to cause damage. It’s not like he hasn’t had worse but he doesn’t think getting beat is sexy. Spanking, pinching, slapping is all good. 

[lokavisi]

*~Housekeeping~*

Hail and welcome! The intro blurb at the top of the page tells you a bit about me but I wanted to get a little more in depth about the blog. My goal is to make my little corner of the internet here as safe and welcoming as possible, so I wanted to make some disclosures and set some boundaries. (Please read, especially for personal policy regarding minors!)

-First and foremost, Heathenry is for everyone. No matter your race, gender, sexuality, age, or ability. Fascism has no place here or anywhere else in Heathenry. I will not tolerate any such ideologies being spread here.

-A newly ignited passion of mine is fostering future generations of Pagans and Heathens. For that reason, I am accepting of minors interacting with this blog with some caveats. These are to protect ourselves and foster healthy boundaries.

1. Please limit interactions to likes, public comments, reblogs, or asks; no private messages. This keeps us both accountable for the appropriateness and intent of our interaction. I do not have the option for anonymous questions for this reason (and to generally try to deter trolls). I ask that these interactions stay related the topic of the post being responded to, working with Loki, or things relating to Heathenry/my other religious identifiers. I do not want anyone to ever question my intentions in wanting to educate you or other youth, nor do I want to put your safety in jeopardy.

2. Speaking of safety, the only time I will respond to private messages from minors is for questions regarding gender transition. As a trans person, I fully understand the need to discuss those things more discretely if it is not safe for you to do so publicly. I understand how challenging it can be to find safe adults and accurate information about the process. I am here to educate as best I can. If you have questions about the transition process, I will do my best to help you get accurate information. Please understand, however, that I am not a therapist and I will not discuss personal details with you. This is for our safety. The most I will ever share about my personal life is whatever is relevant to getting you accurate information (such as the process I went through to change my name or pursue surgeries).

-Related to the previous point, I will do my best moving forward to either tag and/or indicate at the top of my posts what may not be suitable for minors. (This will be based more on content than things like language. I figure if you're old enough to be online, you're probably familiar with a few choice words.)

-A lot of what I share on here is related to my UPG (unverified personal gnosis), practices, and beliefs. It is absolutely ok if your UPG or beliefs do not align with mine. However, I will not tolerate anyone trying to discredit my, or anyone else's, experiences. Keep all discussion civil and respectful. I hate doing it, but I will block people if harassment and the like becomes a continual problem.

-Life is too short to have a stick up your butt about comics and movies that people enjoy, so we respect Marvel fans around here. This does not mean that we are equating the Gods to Marvel's interpretations of Them, nor are we equating Tom Hiddleston with Loki. I am under no delusions here. That said, some people came to these Gods through Marvel material and it is something that can be enjoyed in and of itself. I have made a few posts about how the Gods can sometimes sneak Their way into that stuff and that's just fun (for me, at least) to see. Sometimes Thor likes watching those movies with me. I found watching the Loki series to be a surprisingly devotional act because of the character arcs and material correlating with a lot of the work I've done with Loki. None of this has to be your jam. Just don't be a jerk about it. (Also, if I use a Tom-Loki gif as a reaction or to indicate a vibe Loki's giving me, that's all it is. No need to get worked up.)

Other general notes:

-I tend to refer to Loki with He/They pronouns because of how They generally present around me. Whatever pronouns you use to refer to Loki are absolutely fine.

-If you are curious, the meaning behind the name Lokavisi and my choice to use it can be found here.

-Loki and Their family tend to get the most of my attention, but I have had experiences with and some connection to other deities in the Norse pantheon and beyond. I am also looking to "shake hands" with more deities and spirits for my own edification and oracular practices. (If I'm going to be sharing messages from Someone, I feel like it helps to know Them at least a little.)

-My main blog is @bifuriouslyqueer. So if you see that blog following you or liking your posts, it's me. If you care to follow (and it is absolutely ok if you don't), that's a little more DNI for minors. It is full of my pop culture hyperfixations, mental health and political woes, and general trash memes.

-Banner art is "Loki's Children" by AnywhereButReality on DeviantArt. Profile pic art is from @jessiarts

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Alright, enjoy the blog!

[ozwriterchick]

Something to read...

Summary: You are new to the area. With your stuff in transit, you stumble on a local library that feeds your love.. of reading..

Characters: Librarian!Bucky; OFC!Reader; mentions of Librarian!Steve

No warnings

Word count: 915

A/N: So this popped into my head when I was relaxing reading one day. I wanted to make a one shot - let's be honest, that's what I am always striving to do and I usually fail.

This one could be a one-shot - unless you want more. If so, let me know and we might get some drabbles or imagines. Anyway, enjoy, don't forget to like, reblog and comment.

I appreciate each and every one of you.

Not Beta'd so any mistakes are my own.

Masterlist

You had just moved to the area, arriving a few days ago.  All of your belongings were still in a moving van, probably only about halfway across the country at this stage.  You should have planned this better you thought to yourself, maybe having your stuff collected a few days ahead of you leaving your old place.  

There would still have been the need to stay a few days in a hotel and really, it seemed more logical to do that in your new hometown and spend the time exploring the area without the hassle of also trying to unpack.  You spent the first 2 days here in the hotel just recovering from the trip.

California to New York was a ridiculous move, but you’d been offered the job of a lifetime, working as a PA to Tony Stark, the Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist of Stark Enterprises.  The pay was phenomenal, the hours and perks amazing.  You’d certainly never be able to afford to live in New York without the pay he had offered.  Not even in Queens or Brooklyn, where you would be renting an apartment for the first few months at least.  If you liked the job and the area, you’d decided that you’d see if you could afford to buy something, to put down roots.

It had been years since you had any contact with your family, and you didn’t have many close friends either, simply deciding that the less people you had close to you, the less chance of being hurt.  There had been far too much hurt in your lifetime for you to endure any more..

You thought today would be a good opportunity to venture into Manhattan and suss out where the Stark building was, but as you strode through the tree-lined streets heading for the subway station, you noticed a sign for the local library.  Knowing your stuff was still a few days away and you were wanting some reading material, you decided to check it out and maybe go into Manhattan afterwards.  Feeling unsure whether this library was close enough to your new place to join and whether you’d be able to check out any books without joining.

Walking up to the front door, it looks fairly non-descript.  Just a normal brick building with a few windows, you weren’t expecting anything fantastic inside.  The sign out front said Brooklyn Public Library.  Inside it wasn’t huge, but it was bright and airy, had a few tables in the middle and shelves of books around the outer area.  You also noticed a few comfy looking chairs and you thought if they didn’t let you check any books out, you’d be able to spend a few hours in one of them reading the books you chose.

The front desk was unattended but you saw a bell so you rang that and waited for someone to come so you could ask a few questions. After about a minute you heard a deep Brooklyn accent behind you.  

“Mornin’ sorry to keep you waiting.  How can I help you?” The voice asked.

Turning around you saw the most intense blue eyes you’d ever seen.  Words failed you as you felt like you were swimming in the ocean blue eyes that were looking at you.  “Oh, Um, hi” you stuttered, feeling more like a teenager and wondering if your cheeks were as red as they felt.

“Are you ok sugar? Can I help you with something?  My names Bucky, I’m the head librarian here.”

“Oh, yeah.  Sorry” you say, shaking your head to clear your mind.  “I’m new to the area and all my books are still on their way and I wondered if I could borrow a couple of books?  But I’m not sure if I live close enough to join this library”

“No problem sweetheart, where are you living?”

“Well, I haven’t actually moved in yet but I’ll be living down near Coney Island, kind of Gravesend/Bath Beach area? That’s if my stuff ever gets here.”

He laughed and you wondered what you could do to make that sound come out of his mouth more. “Well, lucky for you, that’s still in the Brooklyn area.  So all you need to do is join one of the libraries, and you have access to all of them.  So if you can’t get back here, you can go to the Gravesend branch, which shouldn’t be too far from your new place but the sounds of it.”

“Ok then, what do I need to do” you smiled at him.

You spent the next half hour chatting to Bucky and filling out the paperwork to join the library.  He handed you your new library card and offered to show you where everything was.  

“Oh I’m sure you have more important things to do, I’m happy just to browse.”

“Well, some things are more important, but if you’re sure I do have a kids session to host shortly.  Just give us a wave or a yell if you need any help.  Alternatively the other librarian, Steve, is around here somewhere.  He’s a blond meatball so he should be pretty easy to spot.”

“Thanks for your help Bucky, I’ll be sure to let you or meatball know if I need any assistance.”

Walking away, towards the shelves of books, you couldn’t help but hope that you could get back to this library branch in the future. 

Little did you know, someone else was hoping the exact same thing.

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[davidthephoneguy]

Could you give me a recap on the David lore because I forgor :’(

Oh boy that’s a loooong question (also rather comical and foreshadowing) /pos

Ok I’ll give ya all the David lore I have. I’ll go in timeline and say where the main two aus diverge as both aus have the same start.

David Evans was born in Australia (10th of October, 1956) after their parents had moved from Wales 11 years previously. Growing up he was the only ‘girl’ out of the kids and his parents were unfortunately rather misogynistic and so treated him poorly. His mother was mother the verbal abuse kind while his father was physically agressive. His three brothers (well one ended up transitioning later but i’ll keep it simple) who were about 9-8 years older than him were mostly good siblings (excluding his oldest brother who mostly mimicked their dad and was a general asshole).

(Somewhere in the childhood part David sees the Beatles perform on their famous Ed Sullivan show appearance and he became obsessed with them. This obsession continues on for the rest of his life)

He started transitioning in his late teens and his parents were wholeheartedly supportive of it as they just really didn’t want to have a daughter. David’s sister unfortunately didn’t get the same love when she transitioned and was shunned by their parents and older brother (also the youngest brother ended up dying at the age of 12 from drowning I think).

Anyways so David gets an extreme interest in mechanics and engineering and purses a course in it.

Now this is where timelines diverge and I’m gonna use colour coded text to tell ya which au the info is from. Red = Canon AU, Purple = Non-Canon AU

David fails the course and gets a job as a janitor at the local Freddy Fazbenders. While he works there he falls in love with a dayshift worker named Toby, they start dating until everyone’s favourite Tangerine and Aubergine show up at the location. They start causing chaos and eventually rig the suit to go off and due to neither of them showing up David is forced to wear the suit by their boss. He dies and is sent to the factory to become a phone guy (at the age of 29). (While at the factory an employee there glues roller skates to David’s feet so they’re permanently stuck there.)

He starts working back at Freddy’s, seeing Toby but not knowing who he is, Toby doesn’t realise at first either. But as soon as he does he ends up being fired.

David works at the location for a few years before being sent back to the factory to wait until he’s needed.

This results in him working for Mr J (the same Tangerine from earlier(the best way to describe Mr J is that he’s more like the business Jack in dsaf 3, more caring for money then people.) and he is just the worst boss. The only good thing he does is giving David his alive name back to him but doesn’t actually let him use it in public. He abuses David verbally and physically, poor dude is just covered in bruises, tiny cuts and burn marks from Mr J’s taser as well as his skeleton just having so many fractures and improperly healed breaks. (Funfact cause this whole thing takes place in Australia, healthcare is free so Mr J could let David go to hospital for 0 charge but he doesn’t.) Mr J just continues to make him work like that.

Due to the phoney process David’s body can no longer age, permanently frozen at the age he died. He’s mostly immortal because of that.

During the time when his partner Toby was firstly fired a child randomly spawned in the house he and David had been living in and so Toby just started raisin them as his kid (Jay).

Long story short of that part after David leaves freddys (due to a complicated cross-over event) he goes to find Toby only to find Jay living there as a fully grown adult with his own (adopted kid) and to learn that Toby had died a while ago in a car crash.

David starts living with his family and starts to notice that immortality thing as he watches his son and granddaughter growing older but he doesn’t seem to change. It finally clicks in his head when his son dies (natural causes) and he stays as close to his granddaughter and her kids as he can, not wanting to loose them.

He slowly starts to disassociate and becomes a but reclusive, the only thing he still has is a dog named Parasite (complicated au cross-over event that carried over to the canon. Basically Parasite used to be a clone of mr j but he got turned into a small lil mutant doggo and mellowed out, becoming David’s therapy dog)

David does get to meet all his descendants though and he tries to be as loving and caring to them as his was to his son and granddaughter.

Ok finally time for the other one!

So this time around David passes the course and gets a job at Freddys as a technician. While he works there he falls in love with a man named Toby (same one as before).

David ends up starting to work for Afton Robotics and works his way up in the company.

One day a child spawns inside their home (Jay, yes he just spawns because its just funnier), David notices how Jay looks identical to how he looked as a kid so they both decide to keep and raise them.

A few years later Toby passes away in a car accident leaving David alone to raise Jay while still workin at Afton Robotics. He does his best and tries to make things work around raising Jay and still making sure the company doesn’t fall behind on things (as by this point the original owner and operator of Afton Robotics had been revealed to be a fraud and was sent to prison, David being basically in second command basically became the new owner and operator). Two years after Toby’s death David starts dating again and falls in love with a dude named Joia. They date for about 3 years before getting married. (David is 40 when he marries Joia)

Blah blah wholesome cute family stuff with raising Jay and Jay eventually going and adopting a daughter (Moon).

David is 59 and Joia is 57 when Jay adopts Moon and they continue to be a happy family together.

At the age of 67 David starts to notice his slipping memory and general recall issues and so he and Joia end up going to the doctors about it, they come back finding out that David is in the early stages of dementia. As the years go on he starts to be affected more and more by the dementia, loosing memories and the ability to walk, not wanting to talk, sleeping more and more, being easily confused at where he is and who his family is.

Joia stays by David through it, slowly watching his husband fade away. Jay and Moon both visit frequently to check in on them and spend time with them.

David eventually is taken into the hospital as Joia was informed he only likely had a week left. By this point David has no idea who Joia, Jay or Moon are. To him its just a room of strangers.

The last day he ends up getting his memories back for a short while (something that does rarely happen with dementia irl) and he gets to give a proper goodbye to his family. Joia holds his hand and kisses him one last time on the cheek before David falls asleep again. He sleep for about 30 minutes, his breathing getting slower and slower until he forgets how to breathe and dies at age 85

(And because my friends didn’t want it to be that sad heres the extra part)

David becomes a ghost, regaining all his memories, staying with Joia as he just couldn’t bare to leave him behind. Joia can’t see or hear him, he doesn’t even know he’s there but he does talk to himself sometimes in a way thats meant to be a conversation with David. David answers but yk he can’t be heard by Joia.

About 6 years later Joia also passes away and they are reunited in the afterlife to spend eternity together.

So there you go, all the David lore you could ask for!

[herobrinna]

so i had some thoughts on witch culture, regarding what they do with their dead, or at least what they used to do pre-Belos:

so first off, witches/demons believe in their body connecting with the Titan after death, but, just as different part of the Titan provide witches with different things, so should the body of a witch/demon connect with different things.

first are the brain and the heart, which are both believed to be connected to the witch's soul, each keeping different parts of it that make the person whole (eg, the heart might hold all uncontrollable things about the person: their fears, their love, their compassion), and to join the Titan in soul a witch must loose all earthly (fleshly(?)) attachments, thus the brain and heart are usually extracted. whats done with them depends on the culture, but the most common course of action is cremation. another one of note is a form of cannibalism; where a tiny piece is cut from both organs and given to all family and friends of the person (pieces being so small you could swallow them without chewing, as its more about connecting with the person, and letting them move on, more than anything, with consuming each part meaning connecting with a different aspect of the person: eating the brain piece shows your love for how they thought, eating the heart for how they felt (like were emotionally), not eating a piece would be interpreted as the person disliking an aspect of the deceased person (eg, ok i know bigotry doesnt exist on the BI but lets pretend for the same of thing cause i cant think of anything else: so imagine a terf mother, her child recently gone, and at the funeral she doesnt eat their brain piece cuz she saw the child's transition as nothing more but a silly "opinion" that infiltrated their soul))

now, the flesh of the Titan itself is the life of the world, its what gives crops nutrients, its what then gives everything else whats needed to live, and as such the flesh of the person is important in continuing the cycles of life. as such the body's flesh and bone are separated (after the brain and heart are extracted of course).

whats done with the flesh then depends on the family, a farming family with turn it to compost, thanking their family member for providing them with a good harvest (and the Titan Themselves of course). whilst anyone living in a town/city would give the flesh to what im temporarily calling a necromancer even tho they aint one but im not creative with names. what these "necromancers" were, were people who used a mixture of plant and abomination magic, (although such distinctions didnt exist pre-Belos, but yknow) with them usually also being the ones to do all the funeral rituals, they would then use the flesh of the person to help any areas of the Titan that were struggling, like if a flashfire damaged a forest recently they would use it to introduce more nutrients to the ear- erm, flesh. otherwise, they would generally spread it around the chunks of wilderness they were protecting, helping keep up the health of the area.

as for the bones, the Titan's own's bones are believes to be the foundation of life, a literal backbone lol. and with that vague belief came a lot of interpretations, and a lot of differences in what was done with the bones, not just from culture to culture, but sometimes there were slight difference per family. some example: some witches had a sort of catacombs, where a limited amount of bones would be left before the place would be sealed off to be reclaimed by the Titan over millennia. others used bones in rituals, carving them glyphs (<- during very ancient times, before they fell out of fashion and Belos later erased all public knowledge on them (unrelated but i hc that Evelyn taught Caleb glyphs, as they were considered like a "nerdy" thing to study in that time, for being an outdated form of magic) or enchantments that would then help ward the household from dangers.

anyways yh, thats some rough ideas.

and oh, after Belos started gaining more popularity, cremating the whole body became the most common way to deal with a dead body. although even by the time canon takes place, some secluded towns might still hold a form of the old tradition.

[mightdeletelater]

The current discourse surrounding the cost of living crisis seems somewhat incomplete to me. When it comes up in the media or in discussions around me, it is consistently framed in terms of individuals' financial constraints, addressing what people can or cannot afford. I am not disputing that at all; that perspective is undeniably valid. In fact, I would argue that livable wages, affordable housing and rental control, neighbourhood resources, adequate public transit, high-quality education and efficient and productive health services are all very prevalent issues that fall under public safety.

But aside from all of that, when thinking about the cost of living crisis, I find myself asking: Why must we pay for everything in the first place? Today, I read this article highlighting local repair shops evolving into community hubs for free assistance in fixing gadgets and clothing. It prompted reflections on a bygone era when reciprocity thrived in communities, emphasising mutual aid rather than profit.

The individuals interviewed in the article are far from being revolutionary figures. Their actions echo sentiments reminiscent of historical resistors of industrialisation, like the Luddites (a word I learned from an English professor I hated) from the 19th century. Their resistance took various forms, some violent, but it takes one Google Scholar search to show that many chose to assert the mentality of: 'I do not need your money as desperately as you think, for I have systems of kinship outside this monetised economy.' The viewpoint of acknowledging that while currency is nice to have and it provides things, it really does not meet the majority of my needs right now is one that I am newly trying to adopt every single day. For me it's about starting small. I constantly think about that one viral Tumblr post about the commodification of friendship. It says:

the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you’re supposed to help your friends move even if it’s hard work. or stay up with them when they’re sad even if you’re gonna lose sleep. you’re supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that’s how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they’re sick. you’re supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there’s actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.

No, it isn't talking about the cost of living crisis, per se, but I like that the writer has specified how important community is and how yes, it may be unbalanced at times, and you won't gain from it monetarily, but that's OK. I'm constantly trying to remind myself that the human experience should be about giving. And I try. With my family. My friends. And in my community.

And so back to the main point: Does a significant portion of the cost of living crisis lies not just in our inability to afford things but in the imperative to afford everything. The issue transcends high prices; it's about the pervasive commodification of all aspects of life. It's about everything having a cost to begin with: whether that is physical items (like the things people were working on in repair shops) or emotional support (commodification of friendship). Capitalist logic has infiltrated to such an extent that almost everything is now part of a monetised economy. That's just so lame to me and not a trap I want to fall into.

[cocamalfeta]

https://www.tumblr.com/peachjagiya/756255264340082688/hey-speak-yourself-osaka-2019-how-you-doin?source=share

What do you mean here by saying they didn't interact in these concerts? I know 2019 was crazy with hybe restricting their interactions even in concert. If I'm not wrong Jungkook also had an accident near Tae's place near this time. Any particular thoughts about this?

Anon, if you know Hybe was restricting their interactions in concerts around that time, then you know everything already. I don't have time to check notes now or the vids, but I think the timeline was sth like this.

Those 2019 concerts took place early July. There was a Tkk account covering Tkk moments in both days, with a running total time of about maybe 10 min. or even less of interactions? I think for starters that's very telling. Besides that content, I'd usually read the fans comments, and they were pointing out too sth was off between them.

First, we had Jimin posting that Tkk pic sitting next to each other on the plane, like everything is ok, right? Then when the first day concert takes place I found out it was going to be turned into a DVD release, so it makes sense there was zero interactions between them.

Second night, In my view was Jk trying to do silly things to make Tae laugh, but it looks like he wasn't having it. Like, all members had to slide this massive sledge down, in pairs, but Tae just pushed Jk to slide down on his own --maybe he was saying to Hybe "you want us to be separated right, then so be it" (Sth like this)

Then you have Jk meddling with Taejin fanservice, I think Jin was a bit annoyed and so he poured the water all over him (I also think Jin tried to signal Tae to move but he wouldn't listen --but I'd have to check that again).

So, taking that pic of Jk sitting over Tae's lap on his own at backstage, without considering the context, is very misleading. You'd think that was normal for them then, but the pic got so famous because it wasn't exactly a normal thing at the time.

For more context on this time, I like to read @esthariv posts, but you'd need a strong heart to read all that. Those concerts took place just before the summer break, when Jungkook spent his time on his own in Seoul and went to meet Mijoo the tattoist and then had the accident a bit later, around Sept. or Nov.

Around this time it trended the hashtag "taekookisoverparty" too. That moment was when Jungkook overall stopped doing fanservice with Jm, but dates would vary according to fans.

But I think you can say this time was a transitional period to start showing more of their relationship in public, thus the significance of that pic.

The car accident would be a way to signal that Jungkook was being anxious of losing Tae definitely, that was why he'd take the decision to abandon doing fanservice with Jm. All this is what I took from @esthariv --I wasn't here to witness it first hand-- but as I said before I like the way she writes on these things. It makes sense to me.

I haven't check all details but then you get an idea.

[albertserra]

hi! you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, no worries—but i'm curious what you generally like/dislike about living in DC? i just got a job offer there and it's a big move, so i want to ask around first. i like public transit, if that helps.

this is hard since i feel like something like a place to live is so subjective lmao but ill try

likes

public transit is like. mostly good? i can get pretty much anywhere within the heart of the city that i need to go using the metro, just with some walking added on which i dont mind. I don't use the busses but theyre there and thats whats needed to get around outside the major parts of the city. its also clean. dont expect it to be as fast or convenient as nyc. its more sparse and trains dont run as often. its also much more expensive (trips can be up to $6 based on distance). i like it personally but theres definitely a *lot* of room for improvement. theres constant track work that can interfere with commutes and the replacement shuttles suck a lot of the time.

its a city so like there are gay people. i feel mostly comfortable walking around visibly gnc to a point but ive been heckled and shouted at and whispered about and stared at and laughed at. lowkey sexually harassed once. never anything more direct and nothing physical but thats my personal experience. its way less prevalent/common than in nyc in my experience. keep in mind i have my own reservations about presentation that im still trying to work through so im not always super feminine, dont wear dresses etc, even my heels are usually more tame like boots and stuff. so i dont go through what visibly trans women or more outwardly gnc people likely go through. ive done pda in the city and no one cared.

i like some of the theaters (afi even though its a trek, angelika, theres a landmark but it kinda sucks but the programming is ok sometimes). some of the museums sometimes do really interesting film programming

museums can be cool but this is also very subjective. they can also get old quick.

dislikes

theaters are limited. will never compete with nyc or LA. no real film festival on the level of nyff. if you care about this you *will* miss interesting releases that dont go wide enough to hit dc. I was begging on my hands and knees for Memoria for months until it finally came here for a week. restorations are much less likely to screen here.

its the capital. you will brush shoulders with government employees and lots of military soldiers and employees and whatever. the pentagon literally has a metro stop. i still want to shoot someone when i see a bunch of uniformed navy/army/air force people on my train. people you encounter may actively or passively participate in the various crimes of the state and not blink an eye. obviously not everyone is like this, if the palestine protests are anything to go by there are a bunch of dissenters and leftists etc but like be aware that these people are here. in a similar vein, military contractors are also rampant here.

being the capital the tourists are also a different... flavor... than in other cities ive been in/to. ive seen high school tour groups buying and wearing a bunch of maga hats as edgy post-irony jokes. then theres ofc the very serious hardcore nationalists. shit like that. on a related note. oomf has an israeli journalist (for a right wing publication of course) that regularly comes into his place of work.

its expensive. but my main frame of reference city-wise is nyc and its not nearly on that level (yet).

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Listening to NPR can sure make me grumpy.

I mean, in some ways I do love listening. Most days it’s my first news, and the radio stays tuned to it. I trust them about as much as I trust any news source. But DAMN , they live in another world than me!

I know they can’t help being utterly clueless about the lifestyle of the poor an rural. Most news sources, ad pop culture for that matter, does not get it. People live in bubbles, and it’s hard for folks in my bubble to move into another. To transition to a world in which they get to have a “voice” in the culture they have to transform a bit, through classy educational institutions, living location, money, or whatever. Even if they were born in my world it’s easy for them to forget.

Today I caught a bit railing against dollar stores. Someone actually was actually like “If they don’t have grocery stores, why don’t they just start food co-ops and community gardens?” Rather than have those icky Dollar Generals. And at another point a man was saying how it was 10 miles to the nearest grocery store and the host actually asked if they had “robust” public transportation!

Ok, so I live in a town with a Dollar General, and let me tell you that I’m actually kind of grateful for it! No, I’m not delighted with chains like that in concept, but when it has been over 20 yrs since the gas station (the only one in town) wasn’t the only source of “groceries”, no one else was going to be opening a store!

We are a town of less than 500 people, 10 miles from a grocery store, mostly consisting of the poor and old, and public transit does not exist. You need to either be able to drive a minimum 20 mile round trip, or have someone give you a lift, and considering the road is a busy four lane highway I SERIOUSLY advise against biking. The people that live here either are working too hard or too unwell to do the work of organizing a co-op. As for a community garden, you have any idea how hard it would be for a community to grow all their own food AND pay the bills?

So yeah, I’m no Dollar General fangirl, but I am glad there is a place people can get to easily, even walk to, where they can get necessities on a pinch.

Oh, and let me add , once every two weeks I do my shopping and my first stop it Dollar Tree to tick things off my list. Why? Because I am broke!! Every single penny counts for my survival.

I admit I feel sensitive. I’m trapped in this rural hick town, worried that if anything goes wrong with my body or car I won’t be able to even run errands. I don’t have people to turn to and donn’t have money to pay people. I am too poor to live except in the most post-apocalyptic way, like someone gave be food they were throwing out to give my pig, and I ended up sorting out half to eat myself. (OOOOOH BLUEBERRIES! How I’ve missed you!) I have $15 right now, and I have to figure out how much of that to use for gas and still have a little for mailing something, ‘cause I’m running way too close to empty. Too close to drive 10 miles!! So hearing people with a ton of advantages full of “just” suggestions annoys the hell out of me!

[foxy-the-silly-little-hooligan]

Ok but literally this.

My city has a decent public transit system (not amazing, but you can def get from point A to point B with enough planning), but it still has the issue of not always having accessible bus stops. Like they'll BE there, but you sometimes have to wade through tall grass or a sketchy footpath or the shoulder of the road to get to it.

No big deal, right? Just suck it up and get to the bus stop bc you got work! And rent's due soon!

However, I'm a crutch user.

I don't always need them, but when I do, those paths become A LOT more treacherous and difficult to navigate - and that's not even taking weather into account! I was genuinely at risk of being hit by a car or having a fall and hurting myself if I stepped wrong on the uneven ground (I had plenty of close calls).

Recently, we moved to a different spot in the city and there's sidewalks and crosswalks where I need them to be to safely get to the bus stop so I can get to work! :D

That means so much because it isn't just ease or convenience, its literally safer and gives me more confidence and independence to use the bus, even on crutch days. Little things like that can provide SO much freedom, not just for disabled or lower income people.

And I've lived in places without public transport or sidewalks, and had to walk treacherous paths through parking lots and on road shoulders daily just to get to class. This was back when I was able bodied but it was still so nerve-wracking! I got honked at, nearly hit in parking lots and on broken crosswalks, and had to step over hazardous material dumped on the side of road. I couldn't imagine trying to navigate that with crutches or a wheelchair.

And Uber rides rack up quick.

So here's me, a disabled person that has trouble walking sometimes and needs mobility aids, supporting op's point of "its not fucking ableist to literally have a safe, smooth, wide path to travel on to get from point A to point B." Because having these resources BE safe and accessible is one of the main reasons I'm able to work and study and survive a society that likes to punish people for needing these resources in the first place.

"Walkable city" is not "City where to have to walk everywhere."

"Walkable city" is.

Sidewalks big enough to fit you, your stroller, your wheelchair, your guide dog, or anything else you need when you're getting from one place to another.

Safe crosswalks frequent enough so you don't need to walk in traffic.

Bike lanes to keep bikes out of foot traffic and car traffic.

Accessible and affordable public transit.

Cities where the essentials are close enough you can travel on foot (or in wheelchair)

Cities where it's reasonable to be able to get from point a to point b without requiring you, yourself, to drive

People get so caught up in the "Walkable" part of the term and like to spout "Walkable cities are abelist because not everyone can walk".

Bitch. The modern city structure is abelist because not everyone can drive. And classist because not everyone can afford a car and it's pretty damn impossible to get a job if you don't have a car.

Walkable cities are cities where people can reasonably get from pointA to pointB without requiring a motor vehicle.

"But fae. Disabled people have issues using the paths in modern cities." Bitch abled people can barely use the paths in modern cities. That's kind of the fucking problem.

Also walkable cities have fucking benches. Not only for disabled people. But sometimes you just twist your ankle and need to sit for a moment.

"Put fae. If you have benches, homeless people will sleep on them."

Then get fucking housing for the homeless. Problem solved. They'll sleep in their nice warm homes instead of on the benches.

-fae

[obscurecurse]

longpost - can i tell you about a research-heavy haunted-house-attraction coworkers frerard i've been pondering

(excuse to organize the research, get the thoughts down)

i look at old maps to calm down (/i need to calm down a lot.) i mostly study the city edge conditions - the evolutions of the industrial districts lining the river. most port cities in the world saw their edges shift over the centuries, as they were engineered with land infill to harden their soft, natural edges - so that the machine could continue to turn. cities have been going on for so long. evidence of that is everywhere still.

what has always stood out to me about this area is the train tracks. these were factories. wallpaper, stationary, distillery equipment, paint, clothes, everything. the tracks are there to transport these goods, either to ships on the waterfront, or to transport these goods further inland. or to transport the raw materials to produce these things! but there was also a network of trolleys, which got workers down to these areas for their factory shifts.

a lot of these buildings were torn down in the 60s when they built a raised highway to circulate the city but many still remain. (in a previous post i talked about the importance of describing the warehouse, maybe now i can admit to myself that's it's a Special Interest lol)

now consider the pseudoscientific Stone Tape Theory of ghosts... the paths these people traveled to get to these places may no longer be traversable paths today. a highway has replaced the streets, condos have infilled the alleys, etc. they died, but they still walk these paths. it was the parts of their day they spent on autopilot, walked hundreds of times, relying on the part of the brain that wants to go home and knows the way.

i noticed a seasonal haunted house recently opened in one of these warehouses...

imagine, if you will, you are a jaded artist (...like, guess who i'm talking about) done with your shift at the Spook Factory or whatever it's called. you're smoking a cigarette on the loading dock. all your coworkers just left in-costume, most of them are already driving home now, still in zombie face paint, or finally taking off the potato sack they wear in the chainsaw room all night.

and someone walks by, covered in soot, wearing tweed. you wouldn't think twice. you hear a trolley horn, then. there hasn't been a trolley here since automobiles tanked public transit in the 50s.

you say what's up. they don't answer. they keep walking. every night you see them, over and over.

are you going crazy? do you need to tell someone? will they believe you? you decide you can tell that one coworker (guess-the-fuck-who), so they wait up at the end of the shift with you to see it for themselves. this goes on for a bit, the two of you waiting for the ghost.

eventually one of you is like, "ok what if we followed the ghost." now you are just wandering the industrial wastes together at night. the ghost disappears at the end of the block every time. you ask yourself why here? did they die here? was there something else here?

does their spirit need help moving on? (no. it doesn't. but you don't know that. it's something else you can try with your coworker.)

if the street is haunted, it can be reasoned your work is also haunted. you must operate in pairs, for safety, for science.

[alistairian]

@theway-thetruth-thelife

Lol ok I'll bite

Started to think I was trans at 14, came out at 16, started HRT at 17, changed all my IDs at 18 and "cut off my breats" at 20. Never wanted bottom surgery and still don't.

I'm 26 and in that time I got to graduate high school as a boy with my current name on my transcript and in my yearbook, attend college as a young man, use public gyms and public changerooms, sort my mental health out, travel domestically and internationally without any trouble, date, have relationships, and get engaged (wedding date pending), work in a number of industries including work where I sleep in a different city each night and work where I labour over power tools for 10 hour shifts surrounded by other men, drink, experiment with drugs, get tattoos, get dental surgeries and new glasses, have pets, go back to school, move apartments, sign contracts, etc etc etc.

Basically: I got to have a normal life and make my own choices, exactly as sweatermuppet was saying. That's what you're proposing we deny people, a shot at a regular life. How condescending of you to pretend you know what's best for anybody when you already admit you barely know what's right for yourself. Like you really showed up and said "I'm not trans but I totally know what's best for trans people because I was a young woman with insecurities once" because that's the same thing to you, right? You're the first woman to discover that the world isn't kind to women? Give me a break.

And don't even come back with "what about all these detransitioners" because I'm getting married to one, I'm friends with detransitioners, and you don't get to speak on their experiences either because you don't have the first fucking clue as to why they chose to transition in the first place or why they stopped. You can't speak for anybody but yourself.

This isn't "out of love" this is purely your need to validate your own feelings and choices and control others, so you infantilize trans people and treat us like we're helpless confused children so you can swoop in with you "wisdom" and hold our lives hostage, conveniently, when the rest of the world is trying to exterminate and bury us. Quite frankly, this shit is pathetic and we will all get along just fine without "input" from people like you just as we always had.

PS - I think you still need to work on that internalized mysoginy because "trans men are too susceptable to being manipulated and too unstable to make their own choices and govern their own bodies" isn't the girlboss pussy power statement you think it is

"irreversible side effects of HRT" all of life is irreversible. i cannot go back a single second in time

[anuragthecoach]

HOW TO USE NOTES IN PUBLIC SPEAKING

It has always been a debatable topic whether to use notes in public speaking or not. There have been many answers for this question. Some say one may use notes, some say notes should be completely avoided and some say one must use notes.

What type of notes should you carry- an entire script or the bullet point or nothing? Let us see different situations where notes may be used and where they may be avoided.

You may require to read out the full script if your script has been written by someone else, you have to speak at an exceptionally formal event, if you had very less time to prepare or if you a new in public speaking and still need some more time to gain confidence or some similar situations.  On the other hand, reading out from notes is not at all desirable if you are offering a toast, your speech is short (may be 6 minutes or lesser), you have to give a TED Talk, you are giving a presentation as an employee looking forward to move ahead in career etc. There are also some situations like delivering a webinar, teaching a course, a day to day presentation in your company etc. where it is acceptable to use the notes (bullet points).

You should always be prepared to speak without notes or use them as less as possible. I would not recommend you to memorize your speech word by word because in this case, if you happen to forget something on the stage, you would spend more time in recalling it than in connecting with the audience. Reading out from the script should also be avoided if possible as it hampers the eye contact with the audience and your focus may be mainly on reading out the script.

TIPS TO USE NOTES IN PUBLIC SPEAKING

Here are some tips for using the notes with bullet points in public speaking:

Use short phrases in writing. When making notes, do not write complete sentences. Write short phrases, bullet points which you can easily understand, recall and explain. This would make your speech sound like a conversation and not just script reading.

Use gaps. Leave enough gap between words and bullets so that they are easily readable. Avoid stuffing all the bullets on a single page.

Write in large bold letters. Whether you print the notes or write them yourself, make sure that your font is large enough to be read quickly without having to see too closely or carefully.

Use single side of the page and write page number. This would avoid the hassle of turning the pages for each point and you would not be confused with the bunch of pages if you would have page numbers written on them. You may also use sticky notes so as to pile up the “done” ones on one side.

 Practice with the bullet points. Since you would need to add description and transitions with the bullet points, so you must practice with these bullet points to become fluent and confident with it. By practicing this way, you would also become familiar what is written where.

Put your notes on the lectern or any other convenient surface. Once you are on the stage, place your notes on the lectern (or somewhere convenient) but do not stick to the lectern. Move freely, connect with the audience and for the next point, return back to the lectern while moving if you need to glance again at your notes still staying connected with the audience.

Do not apologize. It is ok to have notes and to look down to read them so do not apologize for these things.

What you wrote may be different from what you speak and that is fine. You should meet your purpose of delivering the speech, no matter if the written and spoken speeches are different.

Engross yourself in creating bullets, practice them and keep your focus on your message.

[fandom-go-round]

How do you think the various Cú who know how to use runes (I know Caster, Lancer and Alter know how but I'm unsure about Proto Cú)would feel about having to hide their master who's been shrunk, in their mouth because they had to have their hands free and keep master out of harms way in combat and had no other options at the time, providing that they already had necessary precautions in place just in case it was ever absolutely necessary to do so, also one set in place just in case they accidentally swallowed so master would still be safe even if they happened to end up in their servants' stomach? And how they would feel knowing said precautions were asked for by their alright but also overly cautious Master in the first place? ( if runes magic can give someone the genitals of the opposite sex (source his scary teacher, Scathach, during an event in fgo) who's to say they couldn't be used for this purpose)

Warnings: Vore, Soft Core Vore, Swallowing Reader Whole, Throwing Up, Puke, Being Trapped in a Stomach/Throat, Graphic Depictions of Mouths

Lancer:

Lancer isn’t super excited about your hiding place, mostly because it’s hard to focus with you in his mouth. He tries to be extra careful because of his teeth (he doesn’t want to cut you) and as long as you don’t move too much he can deal with it. It’s harder for him to focus than some of the others because he likes to shit talk while he fights and now he can’t. It makes things go faster honestly, just don’t tell him that.

He may swallow you on accident, getting distracted by something and moving his throat without thinking. You’re not going to make it into his stomach though; Cu has excellent reflexes and is able to catch you in his throat before you go all the way down. It’s like you’re being squeezed by a wet towel and it’s not fun at all.

He finishes the fight quickly and gently pries you out of his mouth, snickering at the dazed look on your face. He’s unapologetic that you almost got swallowed, letting you recover a bit before moving on. You were completely safe with him! He’ll let you lecture him a little if you’re feeling really stressed about it but will move on quickly. Cu knew that the ruins you had would protect you, even if he never talked about them out loud.

Caster:

He notices that minute you set the runes up for yourself. He raises an eyebrow and teases you a little, wondering what you’re worried about happening. If you talk about your fear of being eaten, he’ll be a little confused but ultimately get it. Ok so you’re tiny and you’re worried about stuff, he can get behind that. And if he boosts your runes to make them better, he won’t say anything.

He can feel you saying ‘I told you so’ after he gently puts you into his mouth. It’s not as smooth of a transition as he would have wanted considering it’s the middle of battle but he makes it work. Cu tires his best to hold you still with his tongue, keeping you pinned down and unable to move. It’s safer for you and him.

He actually wards his own mouth quickly before placing you inside to help keep anything else from happening. It’s uncomfortable to have the ‘stopper’ in the back of his mouth but he’s able to handle it the entire fight. He does debate about swallowing you to make things a little easier but decides against it. No need to traumatize you more. The fight ends well and you’re unharmed, if a little wet.

Prototype:

Proto is probably the least prepared of all the Cus. He’s only in this situation because he had panicked and shoved you into his mouth. He was afraid of the others blaming him for what happened to you and all he wants to do is get you fixed as quickly as possible.

He’s very good about not swallowing you, hyper aware of very move that he makes. You’re very good about staying still and Proto will only have issues if someone surprises him. One good pat on the back has him swallowing involuntarily and he’s panicking all over again. Cu doesn’t know how he gets out of public but he’s in your room the next time he’s aware of where he is.

There isn’t anything glamourous about the next few minutes. He shoves his fingers down his throat and pukes onto your floor. It’s nasty and effective and he’s pretty sure you’re going to kill him. To see that you’re perfectly fine is a relief to him and he swears that he’ll make it up to you. Later, when you casually mention that you had a mystic code on to protect against you dying by stomach acid, he’s impressed but also concerned. You thought this was going to happen?? He loves you Master but what the fuck.

Alter:

Alter is not happy. Not happy at all. The people who are forcing him to do this are going to die very painful, bloody deaths and its better that you don’t see it. He doesn’t like having you in his mouth, mostly because he’s tempted to bite down and that’s a big no no. He’s growling the entire time so you’re bouncing up and down, not able to just sit still and ride it out.

He’s keener to spit you out than swallow you in all honestly. His teeth are even sharper than Lancer’s and any kind of swallowing will rub you against those. He’ll die before he admits that he also has a horrible gag reflex and there’s no way he’s going to let you find out. Worst case scenario he’s going to spit you out onto another surface, either a shelf or at someone else to catch. This isn’t all on him, you should be able to help a little.

Cu doesn’t notice the ruins and even if he did, he wouldn’t be inclined to say anything. He thinks you’re being paranoid about ending up in a stomach; he’s here to protect you. That would never happen. In general, he doesn’t mind you being extra cautious, even if he thinks it’s a waste of time. Alter likes it when you rely on him most of all, not matter the situation. He wants to get you back to normal as quickly as possible because that means you’re in less danger of leaving him.

[kkusuka]

hiii I was wondering if you could do a threesome w kuroo bokuto and y/n?? plsss💞

i can actually, that’s the fun part.

(I'm going to try to use gender-neutral pronouns, but the reader has female anatomy, I hope that’s ok!) 

I deadass just took this and ran with it oml. 

All 18+, public sex, circumstantial humiliation, slight voyeurism, orgasm denial, threesome M/F/M, they’re both kind mean but not really, slight degrading 

Synopsis: Your college chem class is kicking your ass so when your professor recommends you to Kuroo, who seems to come in a package deal with another owl-ish boy, you were more than thankful. 

4/25

You couldn't believe it, you were so sure you had done well on this test. You made flashcards and even scoured the web for as many quizlets on the subject as you possibly could. But one thing remained the same: Masahiro sensei’s chemistry class was kicking your ass. 

No matter how many times you looked at the reference tables and started at the elements you didn't understand a single word that came out of that man's mouth. What’s worse is that you seemed to be the only one who ever had trouble in his class, and he always made sure to let you know. 

Side glances during lectures, calling you out when he knows you have no clue what the answer could be, talking about how 'some people’ would do better if they tried harder. You just didn't know what else to do. 

So, in some twisted way, you were thankful when he requested to keep you a few minutes after class requesting to talk about some personal issues. Issues you wished would include a new grade and easier tests. 

But him telling you about a boy with exceptional grades who would be a perfect fit to help you out, was something you had expected, but did not want. You felt more embarrassed than you already were, couldn't he just give you a website where you could watch videos about ionic and binary compounds? 

Looking back to the phone number he had written for you on an index card, you relent. Sending a quick message to the number you shut your phone off and tried to get to your dorm, dropping onto your bed faster than you���d like to admit. 

Hey, this is y/n l/n, Masahiro-sensei gave me your number for possible tutoring, if you're up for it of course. Any time for me works. 12:56 pm 

Yeah, he let me know about a possible tutoring session, how about the library tomorrow at 4? 1:03 pm 

I'm Kuroo Tetsurou btw. 1:07 pm

And like that your day got 10x worse, you don't even know who this way. You at least hoped it was the boy with the fluffy hair in the first row. At least Masahio told him, you assume it may have gone worse, tomorrow at the library at 4. 

You could deal with that. 

-- 

Your first meeting had gone fairly well. You arrived that the library entrance five minutes early reaching for your phone to let the mysterious Kuroo Tetsurou know that you had arrived, but before you could get that far- 

“No need babe, I'm right here, L/n right?” 

He was tall, taller than you at least. Tall enough to be able to lock down at you. Looking at you with his narrow hazel eyes and his sleazy yet comforting cat-like smile. His hands were shoved into the pockets of a bright red- volleyball jacket? Nekoma volleyball club must be from high school. 

He led you to an isolated corner of the science section on the third floor, a place you had frequented during your mid-semester crying chemistry sessions-- hopefully your tears have dried up by now and you won't make a fool of yourself. 

He wasted no time asking exactly what you need help with and seemed more than surprised when you told him everything. He let out a laugh that made you want to get up and run away before letting you know that it was normal to be confused and that you would just start with the electron configurations. 

It was going great, he was an amazing teacher and knew exactly what to tell you to make you remember all the rules of the SPDF configurations and everything leading up to the oxidation states of the transition metals. It was just sad that he had to go over everything a second time just for you to get it in your mind. 

In the middle of explaining lead’s second oxidation state, Kuroos phone lit up with a notification a Bokuto was calling. Without a second glance, he declined the call and went right to the first state of silver. 

Three seconds in this same Bokuto called back after a few choice texts, letting out a sigh he apologized muting about a stupid owl not giving him a moment of rest no matter the time of day. 

He picked up and tried to walk away as quick as he could, the only thing you could gain from the conversion was a 

HEY HEY! you still at the library? Though you’d be done by now Kuroo!

To which Kuroo told whoever was on the end of the line, that he didn't mind and they should mind their own business. Then you were out of earshot. when he came back he looked as if the life was sucked from his soul. 

He plopped into the chair across from you and sat for a second before releasing a deep breath. He looked back at you connecting eyes--they looked impossibly cat-like under the lights of the library-- before shooting you a shifty smirk. 

“Babe you're doing great but I've gotta cut it off for today, and you don't mind if a friend joins us for the next few sessions? He isn't that bright.” 

It took you of all five seconds to think of your answer, another person who wasn't the brightest will make you look less stupid. Just the thought made you feel bad, you're sure that Bokuto was a wonderful person, hopefully, and did not deserve to be used to make you seem less hopeless. Yet still, 

“Yes! That’s totally fine, I'll see you in two days?” 

“Sounds great” 

--

“‘C'mon babe what's the dashed configuration of bromine?” 

You didn't know, or maybe you did. It's not like that would matter considering the two fingers curling into your sweet spot. You could only focus on the way he rubbed your throbbing nub that sent sparks straight beach into your core. 

“I-i I don’t- god, please, please, need to cum.” you were so close, Kuroo had already ripped two orgasms from you because you didn't know the answer, and you were going to scream if he did it again. “Please, wanna cum” 

“No can do baby Owl, that’s the deal no cumming until you get the question.” 

Bokuto. 

You would have forgotten he was there if it weren't for his piercing gaze on Kuroo’s fingers drenched in your slick. Not once has it wavered from you, your silt to you tits up to your lips. 

You had to try, he’ll stop. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know the answer, they know you know the answer. Somewhere else in your mind you think about how you got caught up in this in the first place. 

How Kuroo was frustrated and told you the if you got another wrong answer he would fuck the right one into you. Or bokuto purposely mocking him that sent him further until his hands were pulling your panties down your legs stuffing two fingers in your cunt, saying how he won't stop until you get all the answers right. 

“Two- e-eight- eight-teen- please please, si--six- NO seven, it’s seven. ‘M so close please” 

Kuroo seemed pleased with your answer, his hands moving quickly around your bud and curling further into your g-spot as Bokuto makes his way around the table to where the two of you are seated. 

Pulling the shirt above your head, Bokuto circles a nipple through the fabric of your bra commenting on how quickly it had pebbled, attaching his mouth to your other as Kuroo commanded you to cum around his relentless digits. 

Clenching around his fingers you hadn't noticed a head of white and black hair moving towards your center. Coming off the high of your orgasm you felt Bokuto’s tongue spread your lips as his nose circled your clit.  

“Oh, dude! You gotta taste ‘em! Like liquid gold, Man!” 

You flushed further, if possible, tethering a hand into Bokuto's hair. Understanding the compliment Kuroo swiped a finger along your slick-covered thighs and let a mockingly loud moan fall between his lips. 

As if you could be more embarrassed by the noises of Bokuto slurping whatever he could catch in his mouth, Kuroo’s coos of how red you look and how delicious you look, as the man under you eats as if it was his last meal. 

Two hands grabbed your waist and lifted you off Bokuto, placing you back on your feet. Turing you toward the wall of windows and hand on your back bent you over the table surrounded by all of your notes. 

“Look at that, she’s just gushing all over the place. All this over a chemistry lesson? Who knew I was teaching such a cockwhore this whole time.” a hand met your clit as Kuroo began to push into you, forcing you further into the table. 

You heard a gasping moan as he bottomed out, glancing over to where Bokuto sat hand around the base of his cock, standing as Kuroo waved him over to you. 

“I think you can fit two, right?”  and just like that bokuto was forcing his way into your clenching walls. There was discomfort until a soft pop to which both the boys let out a sigh. 

You feel so full. You didn't know who but one of them was brushing against your cervix. The first thrust came to you as a surprise,  following with a second's rest before the two of them created a steady rhythm.

The faster they went the more apparent it was, they were using you like a fleshlight. You couldn't even speak as a cock hit right at your g-spot. Back arching you let out a series of small “ahs” much to Kuroo’s enjoyment. 

“You fucking like this! Getting dicked where everyone can see. By two cocks no less!” he laughed pulling your head up from its place in your arms, making you have to look at your reflection in the glass. 

“No-no I-” a smack to your ass stopped you from trying to defend what little dignity you had left. There was no defending as Bokuto leaned towards your ear, never breaking rhythm. 

“No?,” he was practically snarling, “Then why the hell are you clenching our dicks so well, Baby Owl?”  

As if he flipped a switch your world went dark as you clenched further on the two men as you came. Riding out your orgasm neither of them let up the pace as they jackhammered into your poor pussy. 

Bokuto came first, with a loud groan of your name before he slumped into the chair he previously inhabited.  Settling to watch as Kuroo pulled your chest up to meet your back to his chest. Rutting into you as his orgasm rapidly approaches. 

If you weren't so sure this place was desolate you would be worried about someone hearing the slaps of your skin, or Kuroo’s final grunt as he filled you with his load, dropping you to lean on the table. 

At least your next chemistry test was graded with a 21/25, you’re sure the two of them will love to hear about that.