#like I know there's a lot of good stuff out there!

[omtai]

in-between songs talking transcript (seattle)

under the cut for the sake of your dash because one thing that girl can do is ramble

(between dead! and disappear) Please, water for the boy! How are you! It’s been a very long time, it’s nice to see you! Good news, America! We’re The Black Parade! Brought to you by our most kindest, gentlest, Grand Immortal Dictator… if you would all be so kind as to make some noise! He who shall not die… and has never looked better… and we are being supported by The Draag National Auxillary Band, thank you so very much! Are you ready to have fun? Seattle! Let’s go!

(election) Hello Seattle! It’s a beeauuutiful daaaaay to be hereeee… with yoooou… right now, we’re gonna try an experiment, maybe. Maybe an experiment, maybe a practice of democracy. When you came in, you got a sign. Yes, you got a sign. One side says yea! The other side, says nay. What we are gonna do here is have an election. If you would pay attention to the big red round circle in the centre, you’ll see our four candidates for election. You will get a chance to vote them in or out of office. Seattle, are you ready?! Now, who rejects these individuals and does not want to elect them, say nay! Up, all around! Let me see the black if you disagree! Now I need to hear you. I don’t know. We have a lot more to try. There’s only one more colour. And that’s yea! Who would love to elect these individuals, let me hear you! All together, yeas and nays up at the same time, yea and boo, let me hear you! That’s a lot of fucking yea! Let’s go! Roll! Ready! Set! FIRE! Thank you! Thank you so very much for participating in democracy!

(news anchor after teenagers) Our time has come. (something) A simple act as many. A single word repeats across the stars, and then our hearts create us. And comes the time when all must ask, what cost to hide? What loss so great to scrawl our names in sand, or chisel them in concrete? Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight to all.

(after disenchanted in response to crowd lights) Paris… is beautiful at night. Paris is beautiful.

(starting b stage before im not okay) Please make some noise for Clarice Jensen. A dear friend of mine showed me her music a long time ago, we’re very lucky to have her. So one more time, please make some noise for her. And please, please make some noise for the Violent Femmes. It’s a dream just to have such a legendary band you grew up listening to, just sweet—sweet people, and just wonderful, music, that we’d listen to all our lives. So thank you. We’re My Chemical Romance. We’re gonna play you some songs, if that’s okay. Is it not okay?

(after im not okay) Thank you very much! We’re gonna—we’re? I’m gonna get this glove off. It’s so tight. Urgh! It’s the first time we’ve attempted anything like this. You know, like, all that stuff. Who was at the very first Black Parade show? (something) The stuff. When we had the stuff, and the uniforms… who was there? retty wild. Thank you for coming back. (laughs) Frank said ‘no fuckin’ way’. No fuckin’ way these people are alive anymore if we’re this old. Um, so many people to thank, and we’ll get through them all over the course of this tour, this is the first night of the tour, thank you for being here. We’re gonna shout out to Kayleigh Goldsworthy and Tucker Rule who were helping us with Clarice Jensen over in the Auxillary Band in The Country Of Draag. And all of our crew, thank you so very much. Everybody worked so very hard to make this happen, and there’s so many more people, whatever. We’re gonna play you a song off our first record, if that’s okay. It’s kinda stabby!

(after lady of sorrows) Those lyrics over there, they’re not for our benefit, right? Cause we got our own over here. Those are off the internet. Oh. Oh, I see what it is. I say something, it shows up there. Those weren’t singing lyrics. Yeah… yeah, yeah. That’s really fuckin’ cool. I got a really little mic stand now. All right. We got some shit to get through. This thing is off the um, the uh, second album. Pretty spooky! People used to put their light their—shit up, for this one. Their shit. Hey, I got a quick question, like, um, when you guys put your phones up, why is like it all blue now? Is that just, like, um, the new phones? Does my phone do that too? Everyone’s blue. It’s like, white, and blue. Anyway, fuck it, let’s go, this one’s called (spooky voice) The Ghost… of You.

(after ghost of you) We did, uh, a bunch of rehearsals, so we ran through this a bunch of times, a few times, um, in costume, and then uh, um, and also on here, and every time we got here it’d be like oh fuck, oh my god, how are we gonna do this? So old! That’s all the rest of that. I gotta drink some water, though. Um. Yeah. What was I gonna say? What was the thought I had? Oh, it’s really fun! That was the point. We’re having a great time. Um, uh, who’s coming out to some of the other ones? This part will be different, each time, and I’m sure some shit’s gonna change over there. We got a whole week to workshop that shit, you know what I mean? Gonna put somebody in a fucking rocket, who knows? WHO KNOWS! Alright, you ready to keep going? Let’s go! BRR! (nasally voice) Killjoys! Make some noise!

(after na na na) Thank you so much! So, a lot of people helped put this together, there’s an amazing crew and an amazing cast, a lot of people spent a very long time on this. (gags) Drank too much water, sorry. And, uh, in some cases, feel like a year and a half, two years, in the trenches together, was really just a lot of fucking fun. Um, there’s somebody I feel the need to defend right now because he slapped me so hard tonight that I’m afraid for his life, and his name is Charlie Saxton, and he plays The Clerk over in Draag. But I gotta be honest, you guys had probably wanted to see me get slapped like that for like, twenty years, so… I give the people what they want, you know? Are you like a country (?) Alright, we got more shit to play. There’s no plan around here, about what to say or anything, I’m just drinking water, and we’re all hanging out with you guys. Let’s do what you say, yes? Keep it coming! Mikey Way, let’s go.

(after give em hell kid) Beautiful! Ugh. Frank put this together, I think, the setlist, Frank puts a lot of them together. (german accent) I just feel like dancing this time, you know? Feel like making dancing. Would you like to dance with us like we’re in a dark club? Make good time, yes? What you say? (gags) I got a little fucking hazer in my throat. Whatever. You know what I’m talking about. Everybody’s got hazer in their throat.

(after planetary go) It’s getting a little chilly, sorry. Give me a minute. Haha! Here. That was a safety hazard. So we’re gonna play you, uh, something we don’t get to play often, it’s a B-side off Black Parade. It’s called Heaven Help Us.

(after heaven help us) Ow! Haha. I was talking to (someone) about this. Fuck, this is fun. That song’s fucking good, man. You know, we—all the time, we’re like, man, why the fuck—(cut off by bury me in black starting) Aaagh! You knew how to get me through this, you just started! Oooh! (something), but we keep playing it!

(after bury me in black) That sounds good. It’s a new…day…Charlie Brown… it’s a new day, Charlie Brown. Lay your blockhead down. All new day… Charlie Brown. Two more. Song off the first record. First My Chemical Romance song ever recorded. It’s called Vampires Will Never Hurt You.

(after vampires) I’m gonna drink some water, then we’re gonna—we’re gonna play you one more song, okay, Seattle? And thank you so much. You’ve been—this has been really special. You’ve been very sweet, and patient, and awesome. So lovely.

[keferon]

What if Prowl was left alone at first? What if Jazz made it to the end, beat Bombshell, ate his soup and cake, then left? That was his entire motivation in the first place, after all. Getting to go home was his only goal for (presumably) a long time, I have a hard time believing he'd give that up immediately. What if he leaves for a few years even, and Prowl had nothing better to do so he went to "sleep"? And while Prowl was sleeping, a war started outside and Jazz ended up building Autobot Special Operations from scratch? Maybe during the recruiting process Jazz would find a lot of people with the talent and potential to be exceptional spies and assassins, but he doesn't have the means or them money to train them; until he remembers Prowl. Maybe he brings Orion, Ironhide, and Ratchet to meet Prowl while Jazz asks him for help. They walk in the front door to find complete darkness, the entire building seeming abandoned. Then lights start coming on. Prowl is very, *very* smart, so of course he set up some sort of sensor to wake him up when someone came in. Imagine his surprise when his cameras and microphones finally come back online and he sees Jazz.

OH YOU’RE COOKINGGG

OKAY WHAT IF ALSO. Hear me out.

I'm imagining that like. Jazz has other responsibilities right. He HAS TO be with his people, they NEED him. So when Bombshell is defeated Jazz is like "alright now it's one of two options. Either I have to leave or I tell my people to move in."

And Prowl is like "NO ABSOLUTELY NOT." Because after everything he's been through he doesn't believe that those people won't try anything shady like rewriting his code or removing him from the complex entirely.

So they say goodbye and Jazz goes to find the other Autobots and Prowl obviously stays where he is because he literally cannot leave the building when he IS the building.

That is. Until the war gets really bad for the Autobots and their other base is completely fucking destroyed and there's A LOT of them with nowhere to go. Decepticons are REALLY close to tracking them down and destroying them completely so Jazz crosses his fingers and goes "Hey I know a place...."

They arrive to the complex and it has the whole GIANT and super elaborate weapons and security system with tons of guns and aaaall that stuff is immediately gets pointed right at them. So Jazz crosses his fingers again and slowly approaches one of the cameras and like "H-hey it's been a while and I know you don't want anyone here but...I really need your help."

Heh now I really want a scene where Prowl is like. Okay fine I can't leave them to die those are Jazz's friends. Lemme open the doors.

Guh what is that they're all soaking wet after the rain? Lemme warm up the rooms a bit.

Half of them are injured! Where's the medical kits! Oh no I think they might be hungry as well. Need to find those food packets. And perhaps pick up some clothes while I'm at it. And organize enough beds! I need more beds! And hot water! I need to warm up the water! There's so much stuff I need to make a spreadsheet

And he keeps doing that while the Autobots are completely in awe because HOLY SHIT the house is alive and is actively trying to be a good host.

Also absolutely mysteriously. Jazz already has his own personal towel and toothbrush there.

[kisses-from-lady]

mayhaps if it interests you, could you do something along the lines of 141 reacting to being nibbled on?? just a random little bite because those arms are so chewable..

Notes: 141 biceps make me drool I wanna bite and suck on those men so freaking baddddddd so yummy, reader with oral fixation and bitingggg, asks literally fuel me, loving this

Ghost: Totally used to your shit by now literally doesn't even flinch, lets you bite and nibble very happily, next time he wears a short sleeve on base he gets a lot of stares, so many hickeys all over his biceps from your bites like a cute little painting

Also lets you bite and suck on his arms to shut you up while he pounds into your sweet pussy making you drool and whine 💔 (I may be a gentle Ghost truther but this is too good to pass on)

Soap: If you're biting on his arms, you better be ready to get bitten back, I feel like Soap bites thighs and tummys very gently and softly, or just for funsies, that's always decently fun

Will let you bite him while you ride his thigh as a treat, he knows you like biting and nipping and he's into it if you are!!

Price: I can just imagine reader that sits in his lap while he does all his boring paperwork stuff, you get bored, chewing gum or something else until you lean in and simply roll Prices sleeves up and bite his arm

Surprisingly, he enjoys it! You end up biting at his arm very happily and very satisfied as you grind on his lap, making him feel much better about doing his paperwork- he's totally forcing you to do this again

Gaz: Idly cleaning his gun or something like that, Idk why but boom, bite at the shoulder first with a little giggle, you both pause the second he actually lets out a groan and you see his dick slowly straining in his pants

He fucks you in missionary while you bite at his arms and chest, spurring him on even more, turns out he likes biting a lot more that he expected to

[holdtheskeletongrillby]

They did a small study about how using AI affects the brain, I'm on mobile at work or I'd look for it to link it, and the biggest takeaway was that if you used it without having at least the baseline skills, it impaired cognitive function. Like they had group A generate essays with ChatGPT, group B and C write their own essays but Group B got to use Google to look stuff up while Group C had to do it all themselves. Group B also had reduced cognitive function compared to C, but not by much. Then after a couple days, they let the manual writers use ChatGPT while the AI users had to do it themselves. When they did this, Group C still had it best and also performed better. The biggest takeaway for me, even with a study this small and not yet repeated (at least at the time I read it a few weeks ago), is that kids absolutely should not be using AI in grade school and AI should only even be messed with once you have your fundamentals down.

If you're an adult who actually knows what you are doing and can get benefits by putting some of the busywork parts on AI, I guess, but I decided to play with it myself (to make sure I know how to use it just in case some job in the future demands it) using just prompting and then again with feeding it some worldbuilding notes from a project I toyed with in college but due to my adhd never did anything real with, since I don't care if that gets used somewhere else by someone. Just prompting, the man behind the curtain was so obvious and there's no real feeling behind it. Feeding it my notes and using it more to help organize my thoughts worked a lot better and the responsiveness of the AI helped me stay focused longer, but I'm sure there's better ways of achieving that. That's really the only decent use for AI I see with writing creatively as it stands now, but getting a good roleplay partner or a more interactive writing software should do the same. And I just saw another article yesterday that it turns out it just tricks software devs into thinking they're faster when it takes them more time than just working manually, so like... It's not saving anyone time.

Whenever I think about students using AI, I think about an essay I did in high school. Now see, we were reading The Grapes of Wrath, and I just couldn't do it. I got 25 pages in and my brain refused to read any more. I hated it. And its not like I hate the classics, I loved English class and I loved reading. I had even enjoyed Of Mice and Men, which I had read for fun. For some reason though, I absolutely could NOT read The Grapes of Wrath.

And it turned out I also couldn't watch the movie. I fell asleep in class both days we were watching it.

This, of course, meant I had to cheat on my essay.

And I got an A.

The essay was to compare the book and the movie and discuss the changes and how that affected the story.

Well it turned out Sparknotes had an entire section devoted to comparing and contrasting the book and the movie. Using that, and flipping to pages mentioned in Sparknotes to read sections of the book, I was able to bullshit an A paper.

But see the thing is, that this kind of 'cheating' still takes skills, you still learn things.

I had to know how to find the information I needed, I needed to be able to comprehend what sparknotes was saying and the analysis they did, I needed to know how to USE the information I read there to write an essay, I needed to know how to make sure none of it was marked as plagerized. I had to form an opinion on the sparknotes analysis so I could express my own opinions in the essay.

Was it cheating? Yeah, I didn't read the book or watch the movie. I used Sparknotes. It was a lot less work than if I had read the book and watched the movie and done it all myself.

The thing is though, I still had to use my fucking brain. Being able to bullshit an essay like that is a skill in and of itself that is useful. I exercised important skills, and even if it wasnt the intended way I still learned.

ChatGTP and other AI do not give that experience to people, people have to do nothing and gain nothing from it.

Using AI is absolutely different from other ways students have cheated in the past, and I stand by my opinion that its making students dumber, more helpless, and less capable.

However you feel about higher education, I think its undeniable that students using chatgtp is to their detriment. And by extension a detriment to anyone they work with or anyone who has to rely on them for something.

[colossrat]

Marvel is stressbaking

Miss Marvel (Mary) with her lunchbox, not at all happy: Yay, brownies again…

Kid Flash: You don't want it??? They look delicious, why are u sad???

Mary Marvel: Sure, i mean, yes, they are delicious. It's just that I've been eating nothing but bakery stuff all month. Ever since the League and Fawcett problems started happening at the same time, Caps is so anxious and stressed that he is baking nonstop in his free time…

Kid Flash: So... Want my sandwich for those brownies?

Anyway, Kid Flash will gossip with Flash about Marvel's stress baking situation, Flash will tell Hal that Marvel is really anxious right now because hes not really taking time off and is using the kitchen to relieve stress. And Hal will gossip with Superman that Marvel is so tired of so many problems that hes stressbaking so hard that his whole family has diabetes right now

Of course, Superman will say the same to Trinity, and they'll call a meeting to talk about how good it is to take breaks, to stop for a while when everything gets overwhelming, and to let the league know why they are a team

In the end, Captain Marvel says, "Yes, yes, I totally agree"

Superman: Oh, really…? You agree that those with bad workaholic habits should take a break?

Marvel: Yes! Of course, we are a team, we will continue to be here to protect people so that those who need it can rest without worries!

Batman: "we"?

Marvel: Yes, indeed. I know Superman was being very subtle, but I think everyone here knows that a break would help you a lot, Mr. Batman!

Wonder Woman: Actually, we called this meeting to persuade you to take a break, brother. But now that you mention it, rest would do great things for both of you

Marvel: Yeah! --Um, actually, excuse me? Me? I don't need a break. I don't get tired

Batman: Even if you're not physically tired, everyone gets overwhelmed by constant work

Marvel: Does that include you?

Batman: No

Marvel: Yeah, I'm not taking a break. I'm fine, guys! I don't even know where you got that, that i needed a break

Flash: You may look fine, but we know that when you're at home, you cant stop stressbaking to a point where your family can't even think about sugar anymore!

Wonder Woman: You're one of the most dedicated members of the League. You always show up for your monitor duties, you never ask anyone else to take over, in fact, you're one of those who always accepts to cover for others

Superman added: At one point, we had to make a rule to limit the number of monitor duties someone could take. You pulled almost a week of night shifts in a row!

Marvel looked a little embarrassed by that.

Marvel: Well, what can I say? I enjoy what I do… yeah, okay, it's been a lot lately. With league obligations, Fawcett has some new villains, drug gangs, and drug trafficking to keep an eye on… And I also help Zoom (Darla) and Circuit (Eugene) with the housework… I walk Thunder(Pedro) to his baseball practices and games… I deal with Junior (Freddy's) school problems… and I've been wanting to go shopping for new clothes with Miss (Mary) for a while now… I also got a new job… a civilian job… on top of the freelance work I started to help with the bills…

JL:

Marvel: actually i think I'll take a break. Yeah, it's not as bad as it could be

JL:

Marvel: But only If Batman takes a week to rest too!!

Just to recap some of the hcs here.

Billy is 15 years old and was homeless like all the other kids (except Mary, who lives with the Brombofiled)

The kids were adopted, and Billy still keeps in touch

He visits Darla and Eugene's backyard to chat and help with their homework with Solomon's wisdom.

He walks with Pedro to practice and never misses a game.

He waits for Freddy after school every day to defend him from bullies if they try anything

And occasionally hangs out with Mary as civilians to keep in touch with his sister

He works as a freelancer selling photos for the Whiz and was recently hired as an internthere too. Now he's even have a roof!! and a kitchen and money to bakestress, always making and sharing desserts with his siblings

[eye4katz]

I Think I Love You || Megan Skiendiel

Pairing: Megan Skiendiel x Female!Reader

Genre: fluff, high school au, grumpy!reader x sunshine!megan

Content Warning: mild language, sodani, marz (slight heh), hmm... nothing much. just fluff!!×*#**×#*!

Word Count: 3.2k

Synopsis: Following precise measurements, recipes, and rules has always been Y/N’s way of life. Love—specifically the romantic kind—is the last ingredient she wants in her already chaotic kitchen. But when someone throws a whole lot of sugar into her bowl, will she cover it up with something bitter to balance the taste? Or will she finally take a bite… and taste a cherry pie?

"Y/N! Thank you for bailing me out of the jail booth!" Sophia, the school's student body president, exclaimed as she stepped out of the booth.

The idea of the booth for the Valentine’s event actually came from Sophia herself, yet somehow, she ended up getting victimized by her own activity.

A jail booth is part of the Valentine's Day special held by the SBG—or Student Body Government—where you bring two people and "jail" them together until someone bails them out.

Sounds cute to be jailed with someone on the 14th of February, right?

Well, for Y/N, one of the senators… it wasn’t.

Y/N genuinely hated Valentine’s Day, mostly because of all the couples who made everything romantic. Hugging here, kissing there, was just wasn’t for her.

She’d never experienced being loved by someone, except by her friends and family, and she was sure she never would, not by some random stranger she met on a random ass day. That’s what she told herself, anyway.

She prioritized facts and logical explanations over feelings and emotions.

What can you say? She’s top of the class, after all.

"Bro, come on. You got trapped in your own booth." She scolded Sophia as she handed $2 to YoonChae, their junior senator, for the bail.

Sophia just laughed, holding up her wrist still cuffed from the activity. A shit-eating grin was plastered on her face like the love-drunk puppy she was.

"Come on, it was sooo worth it! Me and my crush got cuffed together for like 20 minutes!"

Y/N, the ever-bitter (and, well… logical) one, scowled. "Oh, you mean the Latina who never actually notices you in any of the activities you organize? Damn, right."

"Well, she noticed me just now." Sophia rolled her eyes, but she was clearly too giddy to care.

Y/N sighed, knowing she wouldn’t win this argument. Sophia was a debater, after all. No wonder.

"Call me if something happens again. If someone puts you in the jail booth—even if it’s with Avanzini—just tell them you’re the one organizing it, so you can’t."

Sophia murmured something, but Y/N was too drained from her job, which involved delivering love letters all over campus to even bother rebutting any further.

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Later, as the students ate lunch, Y/N and Sophia went to the student council lounge to take a break along with some other officer.

They sat at the long table—the same one where late-night meetings, prop-making sessions, and fueled debates had happened.

"It’s great to see Y/N participating in Cupid’s Day, no?" Manon, one of the senators, teased as she sipped on her lemonade.

Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes. "Please. I’m just here to help y’all." She plopped down beside the Swiss girl, pulling out her bento box.

"Let’s not tease her about it. She might go lovesick again," Sophia added while sliding into the seat beside Y/N.

Now Y/N was trapped between two yappers.

"Lovesick isn’t even a thing! You can’t get sick from friendship and stuff!" Y/N shot back, her voice tinged with playful annoyance.

That earned a good laugh from Sophia and Manon. Y/N’s face twisted into a playful scowl as her friends kept teasing her.

She huffed, trying to defend her point. "It’s not even a disease! What’s the diagnosis then—?"

"Bruh, come on!"

"Girl, you don’t need to be scientific about everything!"

Knowing Y/N, she got easily triggered by stuff that wasn’t logically correct. "Oh, whatever. Believe your delulu stuff, but don’t force me to listen to your yap."

Sophia and Manon just grinned. They both knew Y/N didn’t like nonsense talk, especially not from the Swiss senator who was overly talkative. But they also knew Y/N had a soft spot for them, so she was stuck listening anyway.

Before Y/N could prepare her next attack, Lara, another yapper of the governmen. stormed in. She left the door slightly ajar.

"Job done, bitches!" she announced, slamming down the tip box filled with cash from the Valentine’s booth.

Y/N sighed. Her patience was being tested, but she still loved these people anyway.

"Oh, by the way, I brought two people with me," Lara added casually.

Two heads peeked from behind the door. Two girls, shy and hesitant to come in.

Y/N’s brows furrowed, and Sophia and Manon exchanged confused looks. Their lounge was supposed to be exclusive for the student government officers.

"Why would you do that?" Y/N asked, her annoyance already stacking up.

"Well, I couldn’t just leave them alone!" Lara shrugged.

Poor Lara. She just couldn’t leave the girls—who, by the way, she’d only just met at the booth.

The Indian senator gestured for them to come in and get comfortable in the lounge.

"You can’t just let random students go in he—" Y/N started, but she was cut off by Sophia, who had just noticed her crush among the random students peeking inside.

"Hey! Come on, you can eat with us!" the president beamed, her shit-eating grin back in full force.

A curly-haired girl and a ginger stepped into the lounge, still adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings as they looked around.

Y/N scoffed at the unprofessional invitation, which only made the other senators snicker.

"The president already invited them. No more arguments can be used." Manon shrugged, flashing a grin.

Y/N just rolled her eyes, annoyed by the broken rules. She was so triggered she couldn’t even look at the two girls invading her so-called sanctuary.

She hated rule-breakers.

Lara helped the girls find seats. The blonde sat across from Sophia, the ginger across from Y/N, and Lara herself sat across from Manon.

They all started settling their lunches onto the table.

Sophia introduced herself to the girls, as if she wasn’t already campus-famous.

"I’m Sophia!" she said, reaching out her hand, well, specifically to Daniela.

Y/N sighed, clearly annoyed, as she looked away. "Girl... she already knows you," she muttered under her breath, already getting an allergic reaction to how Sophia acted like a puppy around the fierce Latina.

Daniela side-eyed Sophia but reluctantly shook her hand. "Hey, I’m Daniela Avanzini."

Even if Daniela’s face looked like she wanted to bite someone, Sophia could still see the dimples poking out as their hands met.

That just made the Filipina smile even more cheesily.

The ginger finally spoke out, waving both of her hands to the senators and the president.

"Hi! I'm Megan Skiendiel!"

Her smile came with whisker dimples that just added to her charm.

Manon and Megan continued to converse with each other, while Sophia was still busy admiring her favorite student—which, by the way, was Daniela. (simp alert!)

Y/N didn’t know what came over her, but she finally decided to look up at Megan as soon as she heard her voice. She could feel the ginger's energy radiating just by sitting across from her. Y/N’s thoughts ran a million miles away from the room, seeing things she shouldn’t, or mustn't, see.

What?

Vegan? Oh! Megan.

She… has whisker dimples.

This feels weird. It's irritating.

Ugh!

Maybe I feel this way 'cause she has bad energy.

Right, bad energ—

Y/N’s attention snapped back to reality when Manon clapped in front of her face.

"Stop intimidating Megan, you bitter bitch!" she exclaimed.

Megan, who was watching the whole interaction, chuckled to herself; though she couldn’t help but admit she was a little intimidated by the sudden glare, zone-out, or whatever Y/N just did.

Y/N just shook her head, looking away almost immediately.

She swore she saw pink swirls around Megan!

Pink swirls = bad energy. She mentally noted.

After a few chit-chats here and there, they finally finished their food. Thank the school for making lunch last until 2:00 PM.

"Bae, where’s the cherry pie you always bring?" Lara asked Y/N.

It’s a cute inside joke the officers had together—to tease the bitter senator who secretly had a sweet tooth for cherries.

Y/N’s cheeks matched the color of the cherries she always brought with her.

She was known within the student government for always bringing cherry pies, and she was too shy for that information to be revealed in front of the students who trusted her to be in a senatorial position.

Megan noticed her fuming cheeks, making her chuckle softly as she watched the senator reach for her lunch bag, glaring at Lara for even bringing that matter up.

"I apologize for the current action you’re seeing with our senator here," Sophia added, making Manon snicker.

Her glare shifted to Sophia as she placed the pie in the center of the table. This just made the five of them laugh.

The girls also found it funny how Y/N's walls were so high that no one could ever reach or jump over them. Well... maybe her co-senators could, but Y/N won’t admit that!

Thank goodness the two outsiders were there.

If they weren’t, Y/N would’ve scolded Lara and Sophia, and her voice would’ve been the only thing heard in the room except for the cackles of her co-officers.

Manon tried to make Y/N feel a little better.

"Just so you guys know, Y/N is actually a good baker. Her favorite is cherry pie, that’s why she always shares it with us."

Y/N sighed, finally feeling secure.

"I love cherry pies too," Megan unexpectedly replied.

The girl in front of her was still bitter that the rules were bent just for them (maybe because she also saw pink swirls around the ginger), so she couldn’t help but mumble under her breath,

"I didn’t ask."

Sophia, the observant one, couldn’t help but hear Y/N’s mumble. She pinched Y/N’s inner thigh tightly like an Asian mom would.

The girl being pinched let out a yelp, slapping Sophia’s hand away.

"Ouch!!! Stop it!!"

"Then better behave!"

Megan watched their interactions as the other girls reached out for the cherry pie.

It was so amusing how Y/N could behave with a single pinch from her Filipina mom.

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Lunch break was finally over, so that meant Y/N went back to her awesome and exciting job.

Yay….!!!!!

Y/N went to the DIY mailbox the officers had made weeks before Valentine’s Day to get the newly inserted letters.

Hours passed by, and there were only two left in her messenger bag. She looked down, checking who the next letter was for.

To: Senator Y/N

Her eyebrows furrowed, confused by the unexpected letter that had landed in her bag. She gathered enough courage to open it, only to be greeted by a message that said:

"cherry pies are the best, aren’t they? -🍒"

Y/N was taken aback by that.

She looked around, paranoid that other people—besides her co-officers and the two strangers she met—might know her sweet tooth secret.

As an overthinker, she was scared that this info would be used against her.

Petty, right?

So instead of stressing over it, Y/N just brushed it off.

Y/N, of course, found these letters written on sticky notes weird since she always got them after class or after hanging out with the gang.

Eventually, she soon found these things cute—not because she thought the sender was some desperate puppy going after their loml—but because it was the effort and the thought that counted.

She still hates romantic shit, btw!

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After the 14th of February, the two new girls always hung out with the four senators for the following weeks.

Dani and Sophia might be a thing.

Lara and Manon miiiight also be a thing.

Y/N still hated Megan’s guts.

And YoonChae... was still YoonChae.

Y/N would always glare at Megan whenever they made eye contact during functions.

She just hated how mesmerizing her fucking smile was!!

She always wanted the ginger to feel not included, always moving away whenever the other one came near.

Megan was an introvert, yet a talkative one.

She fits right in with the gang, always opening up topics about her niche interests and random stuff.

But when Y/N kept pushing her away, it made the ginger feel disappointed.

The bitter senator still received random sweet messages from ‘🍒’.

The sender was consistent, giving the notes at the same time: every morning at 8 AM, before class at 1 PM, and after school at 5 PM.

Some examples of the letters she received were:

don’t forget to smile, miss maem. -🍒

do u like ginger kitties? cuz i have one -🍒

i think u would rock your bangs when they’re dyed pink -🍒

Another event was being held by the student government on campus, and it was a busy day for the officers. They needed to make sure the fair went well and also give people some relief from their midterm break.

This was just another exhausting day for the officers—especially for Y/N. But not until she realized that she hadn’t received her morning note yet.

It’s not like she was expecting it… right?

She wasn’t into romantic stuff in the first place.

Maybe she was just annoyed because of the change.

She despised change.

The sun continued to do its daily cycle, leaving the officers even busier.

And well… Y/N got more frustrated—about the note? Perhaps.

Second note: still none.

It was already past 1 PM.

This made Y/N moodier than usual, especially because of the exhaustion from organizing the event and the sudden break in her routine.

Things were already getting inside her head. Each complaint or order from her schoolmates made her more irritated.

Is the letter the main cause of her irritation, though?

Y/N couldn’t handle it anymore.

She didn’t want to just burst out and walk away from her tasks just because her feelings got in the way.

Instead, she finished all of her responsibilities first before subtly disappearing from the world—maybe trying to run away from the agitation.

She dragged her feet to the nearest, peaceful, and quiet bathroom.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sat on the closed toilet, her head pressed into her hands.

She didn’t even know why she felt heavy and suddenly so emotional.

Ahh. Typical Y/N.

Her disappearance wouldn’t even be noticed by people around her since she was the quiet and reserved one, well, at least that’s what she thought.

A knock suddenly echoed on her bathroom stall door, followed by a familiar voice.

"Y/N…?"

The senator’s ears perked up. Maybe it was just a random student asking about the event or some shit.

She cleared her throat before replying,

"Yeah? This stall is taken."

The person on the other side hummed, waiting for Y/N to get out.

Y/N hated when people waited for her. Being a people pleaser was kind of her thing.

She quickly wiped any visible tears from her eyes. She already had an excuse prepared if they noticed the redness.

Allergies, Y/N thought.

The stall door swung open, revealing a tall ginger woman leaning her back against the sink.

Y/N never expected that, out of all people, Megan would be the one asking questions about the damn event.

"What do you want." She said flatly, as if she hadn’t just spent minutes crying.

Megan gulped. She didn’t know what to say or how to act. "Are you okay…? I saw the way you’re more irritated than usual." She blurted out.

Y/N was wrong.

Very wrong.

Someone did notice her disappearance, someone even noticed her mannerisms.

And that person was Megan.

Megan always looked out for Y/N, even if she was being mean (and annoyingly pessimistic) to her.

The senator cleared her throat, trying to shrug off the vulnerability.

"I’m fine."

"You don’t look fine."

"Just allergies. And maybe a migraine. Some stupid people decided to complain about the event, and I’ve been handling shit the whole day."

Y/N yapped consecutively—so unusual of her.

Megan could see right through her. What do you expect from a geek who loves psychology?

She hadn’t even asked yet, but Y/N was already giving excuses. Some might be false, Megan knew.

"I’m actually the one giving you the letters." The ginger suddenly confessed, cutting off Y/N’s rambling. She figured that maybe not giving the notes was the actual root of the senator’s grumpiness.

Well, Y/N was always grumpy.

But today?

She was extra grumpy.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she gently pushed Megan. "The fuck?! The one giving me cheesy stupid letters?!"

She thought it was stupid… but it was also kind of cute. Not that Y/N would admit that.

Megan nodded, nervous that she’d just blurted it out.

Y/N calmed down a bit.

She didn’t want to be rude, not right now. Not in this situation.

"Why… are you telling me this?"

"Because I thought it’s the actual cause of your frustration." It actually was.

"I- wha-" She couldn’t even form coherent words because, well… maybe it was true.

"I stopped giving you letters because I thought you hated it."

Y/N frowned, her usual high walls starting to crumble. "No, I don’t."

Megan’s ears perked up, like a puppy hearing the word walk. "You don’t?"

A grin crept up on the ginger’s face—the sight made Y/N look away as her cheeks betrayed her, turning a soft shade of red.

"Yes, I don’t. Now shut up."

Megan’s giggles echoed in the room, teasing Y/N for her flustered response.

"So… am I actually the reason for your extra grumpiness?"

"Yes." Y/N whispered, walking closer to her.

She finally found the courage to look up into Megan’s eyes.

Tears started to roll down again, seeing how much she could be vulnerable whenever she's with Megan.

The main reason for her frustration was solved, but the burnout and exhaustion were still there.

Megan scooped Y/N’s face in her hands as the girl leaned into her body.

"Let it all out. I’m right here, all ears if you ever want to rant."

The senator let her feelings pour out. Words were too complicated for the exhaustion she always buried.

After a couple of minutes, Y/N finally calmed down. Thanks to Megan—who somehow knew how to tame the brat that was actually so soft inside.

"I never actually meant to be too rude to you."

Y/N confessed, much like how Megan had earlier.

She knew she was direct, maybe even mean sometimes, but she didn’t want to be extra rude to Megan.

"I just… felt an unexplainable pang in my heart when I saw you the first time. It’s inevitable. That’s why I kept pushing you away. I'm... sorry."

Megan understood her side, watching every move and expression she made.

"A ray of sunshine might be too much for a cloud of rain. I understand. You don’t need to apologize for something that’s not your fault." Her voice was tender, making Y/N’s heart soften even more.

It was basically as soft as a pillow now.

She couldn’t think anymore, not with her guard down and her vulnerability resurfacing.

"Fuck it."

Y/N leaned in, pressing her lips against Megan’s. Their lips were soft, moving slowly and gently—speaking the secret language of intimacy. The world fell into silence the moment they kissed.

Minutes later, they finally pulled away.

"I think I love you…"

Y/N muttered, seeing all the pink swirls around Megan all over again.

"I love you too, Y/N." Megan whispered, pressing her forehead against hers.

The ginger spoke again just to tease Y/N, knowing how much the senator was secretly a sucker for her.

"Can you keep a secret? I’m a little shy."

"Mhm… yeah?"

"You taste like cherry pie."

[alpaca-clouds]

Reading through a lot of Superman posts here, and I realize that a lot of people here (especially younger folks) do not know the story of how James Gunn got to be the head of DC-movies. Because... Yeah, I saw people calling him apolitical. And the entire thing is, that... he is anything but.

But also this story is wonderul and I love it, because it shows that sometimes Karma really works.

So, you know probably that James Gunn did the Guardians of the Galaxy movies, right? And like many directors that Marvel Studios hired at the time he was not quite a big director at the time. He had done a couple of bigger projects compared to folks like Taika Waititi or Ryan Coogler, given that Gunn was a writer for Dawn of the Dead and the Scooby Doo live action movies, but he had not directed anything outside of Indie stuff. But at the time the MCU was hiring a lot of indie darlings.

Now, the other thing you need to know: James Gunn is one of the rare instances of a white cis guy, who starts out very edgy and often misogynist, and queerphobic, and then realizes this before there is a scandal, rethinks his ways and publically apologizes. Like, early on he was pretty shitty. But he basically had his change of heart around 2012 and ever since had been pretty progressive in his politics.

So, he did the first two Guardians movies, and the people working with him (actors, staffers and so on) loved working with him. Said he was a good director. BUT also Gunn was one of those people who online would not shut up about his political opinions. Which very much included calling out Donald Trump and other rightwing pundits on their BS.

Which lead to some folks losely connected to the GamerGate movement - and big, big Snyder-verse DC fans - planning an attack. Mind you, them being Snyder fans is kinda ironic because Snyder and Gunn are good friends.

But yeah, they were among the kind of people who loved Trump and Snyder's dark and egdy Superman and for them James Gunn with his lighthearted, positive Superhero takes, his criticism of toxic men, and his criticism especially of Trump and his cronies was everything wrong with Hollywood and modern superhero media.

So, just as ComicCon 2018 was getting started they posted stuff online. Mostly a collection of screenshots from tweet Gunn had made before 2012. Aka, before he realized that toxic masculinity was shitty. These tweet (which he had not delected) included rape jokes, including CSA jokes, and jokes about the Holocaust. Again, all things he had apologized for repeatedly and unpromptedly back in 2012 and 2013.

But because it was SDCC, everyone was talking about it now, and media was all over it, the heads at Disney got cold feet and fired him before the con was over.

Which lead to outrage... from the left. Because most more progressive movie fans knew that Gunn had long apologized for this stuff. And the main actors who had worked with him on GotG 1 and 2 basically said: "We will not do GotG 3 without Gunn, even if it means we have to pay millions to Disney, for breaking our contracts." (Judgement is out on whether or not they would have done it, but they definitely threatened it.)

But the board of Disney was a bunch of cowards so they did not say anything. For months.

And during those months the folks at Warner were looking at it and came to Gunn: "Say, if you could just take any DC property and make a comic book movie out of it. What would it be?" And Gunn went: "I would make a good Suicide Squad movie." And Warner was: "Okay, here you go."

Which lead to Gunn making The Suicide Squad. Which was one of the better performing and especially better rated DCU movies.

By the time the movie got released Disney had seen the errors of their ways and rehired Gunn for GotG 3.

Which then got shot. But while it was in production Warner was realizing that right now their DC stuff was not working and struggled to find an audience. So they decided they needed someone to actually properly lead the project. Ideally someone who loved comics, and who people liked working with...

Which led them to decide on Gunn (together with another guy, who also is a director).

So then... Gunn got to make all the DC movies he wanted. Including those that were full of his political opinions. That by now are very much focused on toxic masculinity and how it harms people, on the issues of marginalized groups, and so on.

To sum it up: Some right wing nutjobs tried to get Gunn removed from GotG 3, partially because they wanted all comic book movies to be dark, gritty, and toxically masculine. And it ended with Gunn getting the control over the DC movies, putting his politics, that those right wing nuts hated, into those as well.

Karma is a bitch and I love her. :D

Also, you know what? I do not like Snyder's movies. But by now i have been convinced that despite the way his movies look, he is actually not a rigth wing nut-job. And actually, I kinda would like to see a movie written by someone more Gunn-aligned but directed by Snyder. Again, those two are good friends. So I could totally see that work.

[valeriehalla]

thoughts about language-learning

i'm going to tell you something that you may find kind of cringe, especially coming from the mouth of a native english speaker. however, it's true. the trueness of this statement will become clear to you shortly. for now, you're just going to have to lay eyes upon it and accept it.

here it is:

"I like manga and anime" is actually a pretty good reason to learn Japanese.

okay. alright? are we good? let's talk about it.

maybe you read that sentence and your immediate thought was something like, "that seems like a shallow reason to learn a language." maybe you feel that learning a language for the fulfillment of mundane desires is in some way disrespectful. you might think of it as akin to becoming catholic just because you can't get enough of those little biscuits.

well: maybe it is? like, sure. it might be like that. i think that's a discussion you can have. language is, after all, culture.

but here's the thing:

the only way to acquire a language is through thousands of hours of exposure. and the only reason anyone commits to that sort of thing is if it gets them something that they really really want.

if you want to know what i mean, please follow me to my chambers.

listen:

nobody acquires a language out of pure academic curiosity.

did you know most linguists are monolingual? a linguist might know the grammar, history and even vocabulary of a half-dozen languages like the back of their hand, yet not necessarily be able to speak any of them in a way that's useful on a day-to-day basis. this is because there is a fundamental difference between having an academic understanding of a language and being fluent in a language.

some linguists distinguish between these two kinds of knowledge. they say that the former is the result of "learning" a language, and the latter is the result of "acquiring" a language.

language acquisition is the reason you can read this post and understand it without each sentence feeling like a mental sudoku puzzle. for most of the people reading this, including many of the ones for whom english is a second language, i'm willing to bet that you're not translating what i'm saying word-by-word as you read it. you simply read the words, and the meaning appears in your head, unbidden.

you just get it.

that's what fluency is. that's what it means to acquire a language.

but here's the thing, and it cannot be stressed enough: language acquisition only happens through long-term exposure.

and we're not talking about a little bit of exposure. we're talking about, like, a lot. how many words does a baby have to hear before they figure out how to say their first grammatically-correct sentence? how many before they can understand a whole bedtime story?

of course, your prospects as an adult aren't quite that grim. i mean, a baby also has to learn every single other thing about the world in addition to their first language. a baby has to learn what the hell a dog is before they can truly appreciate the majesty of a Big Red One Named Clifford. in this respect you already have a foot in the door of every language on earth.

still: you don't acquire a language without exposure. and the amount of exposure required is so huge that within a rounding error of zero people will ever get off their ass and do it—unless they have external motivation.

consider two guys:

guy A wants to learn Japanese because it's an interesting language with a rich history and it'll look great on his résumé.

guy B wants to learn Japanese so he can read untranslated yaoi.

maybe this will come as a surprise to you, but it's simply a fact: guy B is about 10,000× more likely to actually acquire Japanese.

if he does, guy B will definitely come to understand that japanese is an interesting language with a rich history, and it will look great on his résumé. but he'll get there because he's going to read millions of words' worth of raw japanese input, as much as he can possibly stuff his head with, and he's going to do so happily because it's what he wanted to do anyway.

nobody gets good at anything without a good reason. and if acquiring a language is your goal, then what counts for a "good reason" is just whatever gets you to use the language, as much as possible, as often as possible.

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one more analogy, just to really hammer it in:

i could stand to exercise more. i know that exercise is good for me, and i already own a bike and everything. but the fact of the matter is that abstract rewards like "it's healthy" aren't enough to motivate me to get on my bike.

you know what does get me on it?

the fact that i don't own a car!!

if i want to go somewhere, i gotta get on that freaking bike! the bike is the means by which i am able to fulfill my base desires, such as "food" and "beverages" and "being anywhere at all other than my house".

yet though my desires are base, the benefits of riding a bike nonetheless attend their fulfillment. my stamina is way up, my resting heart rate is down, and my pant legs keep getting caught on my big-ass calves.

as with the bike, so with japanese.

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over the past few weeks i've read a half dozen novels in japanese. for the most part, it's all stuff i would have been thrilled to read in english. but most of those books had no english editions; and for the ones that did—well, that would have amounted to Buying A Car.

i've been learning japanese for a long time, and almost 100% of that time has been spent on immersion. when i first started this process, it was like pulling teeth in a haystack. i understood maybe 10% of what i was reading at any given moment. but, i had important business to attend to that absolutely required that i read japanese. and yes, that business was untranslated yuri VNs.

it turns out that 10% is enough. that 10% is the working end of the crowbar. 10% becomes 20% easier than you'd think. many years later, i'd say i'm up to about 98% depending on what i'm reading. i couldn't tell you when it happened; it happens slowly and unconsciously. you never feel like you're making progress, the same way you never feel the earth spinning.

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anyway, that's all i wanted to say. if i were you, i wouldn't construe anything in this post as advice, per se. these are just observations of things i believe strongly (and from experience) to be true.

in particular, one thing i don't think you should take away from this post is the idea that academic language study is pointless. it's super pointful! it's just that it's step one of a multi-step process.

it's been my experience that a lot of people—most people—get stuck at that step and never move on. they study and study and study, but they never get to a point where they feel like they're "ready" to "move on" to reading "real stuff".

if you want my two cents, it's this: i don't think you can get to that point through study alone. i don't think most people are ever going to feel like they're "ready".

you just have to want to do it, and you have to be patient enough with yourself to put up with doing it badly for a long time.

so, like, you might as well be reading about boys kissing or whatever while you work on it, is what i'm saying.

[yvilonion]

da boys (this is my first time drawing them btw sorry if they look weird)

rafayel - majoring in fine arts (clubs; cooking/baking club, leisure club) has an art scholarship

wears glitter to class

hands has a small tinge of turpentine. theres dry paint under his fingernails too which takes him forever to get rid off so he hides it with nail polish

has like 10 tote bags, miniso addict

roommates with xavier whos a heavy sleeper which is good bc as an art student he stays up all night with the lights on and crashing out

xavier's also a good "time to eat" reminder

uses caleb and sylus for manual labor to pick up/carry his art stuff like plywood, canvases, easels etc.

always looks for zayne for anatomy advice: "are u sure arms can bend this way??"

finishes his art assignments in class then leaves

has the best fucking hair ever and he knows it, later inspired zayne to grow his hair as well

has matching fish flip flops with the boys

popular

xavier - majoring in physics, minor in astronomy (clubs; botany club, foreign language society, history club)

has slept on his glasses more than 3 times and had to change the frames so much the optometrist gives him discounts every time he comes bc hes considered a patron (useful for zayne as well)

the typa guy u rarely see around campus but is deemed a star student amongst the lecturers

just a swell chill guy. most of the time.

falls asleep to raf and caleb bickering

sylus' lizard/bugs catching buddy

could befriend the campus' ghost if he tried hard enough

will randomly drop the deepest life changing groundbreaking theory ever at the front of the class then refuses to elaborate

probably has 5 different degrees

hangs out in zayne/sylus' room a lot for galen bc raf doesnt allow cats

plans on taking over spacex with caleb one day

caleb - majoring in mechanical engineering (clubs; robotics club, leisure club, sports club) applying for a scholarship

still calls zayne gege

doesnt necessarily hate sylus, but still thinks hes a smug asshole

roommates with gideon whom he bullies a lot (affectionately)

collects any spare metal parts he finds at the side of the streets

has slept in the attic of the university's administration office before

skates around campus, falls a lot, a lot of bruises on his body

sends in 4 versions of his assignments out of paranoia (no hes never failed a class before hes just crazy)

talks to himself a lot

do NOT play uno with him

"sir, sir i'm telling you one day we WILL have neon genesis evangelion Eva suits ive done the math it's not out the realm of possibi-" "caleb go sit down before i call your grandma again"

keeps designing planes rafayel calls ugly

is the only one that knows about the truth of sylus' website

also popular

since these guys are a few years younger than snowcrow, they met through the orientation programs for the freshmen that sylus suggested they joined as facilitators for networking/making friends and stuff. caleb obv was the first they met bc of zayne, then raf and xavier. its also coincidental that their rooms are just a few spaces apart, which made them grew closer bc of frequent hang outs in each others rooms. then snowcrow had to rent a place outside bc their dorm year duration ended. hangouts still happen, just not as frequent. but they still meet through elective classes and clubs.

they play games together, go on road trips, end the term with hotpot and a lot of other wholesome stuff. ofc the 3 can sense the chemistry between sylus and zayne, and silently rooted for them. yes, caleb too. tho he did swore he would jump sy if he ever did anything to his gege. not like sy was intimidated by that in any way. but he played along.

caleb *did* seriously warn sylus about his website, talking bout how he shouldnt hide things from zayne if he really cared about him. sylus knows that. its not like he ever lied, zayne just never asked. sy knows he himself isnt bad natured, hes just young. young ppl do dumb shit. theres still plenty of time to fix that, right?

bruhhhh im taunting you feel my taunt im edging you with mystery ooooo whats gonna happen... hm.....

AU list

snowcrow uni au intoduction

nerd sy

singing class

sleepy boys

the loo

gym rats

nyam nyam

[jeonscatalyst]

I was able to watch Jikook’s entire Live yesterday. Yes, those two kept me up late and now I look like a panda… but it’s okay, because I love them.

Let’s do a little recap of some of the things we learned from that Live:

• Jimin and Jungkook are, without a doubt, closer than ever. It’s so evident in everything… they genuinely love being around each other.

• Jungkook works out a lot… but he still ate six Krispy Kreme donuts and then had ramen right after with Jimin

•Jikook watched AYS in the military together.

• Earlier in the day, Jimin went shopping with his Yoongi and Namjoon hyungs. He was just tagging along since they were the ones who said they wanted to shop but somehow he ended up with three large bags of stuff while the others barely bought anything. Jungkook said he wants to go too.

• For some reason, Jungkook really wanted to apply lip balm on Jimin’s lips (he said they were dry) and playfully wrestled with him over it but Jimin wouldn’t let him.

• Just like in the past, we learned that Jungkook is still obsessed with going into Jimin’s bedroom. He goes in, takes tons of photos and videos of Jimin, some of which he sends to their group chat. According to Jimin, Jungkook comes in, watches him while he sleeps, takes pictures and videos, and then leaves.

• They take funny pictures of each other while sleeping and we actually got to see two of them during the Live. Doesn’t that suggest they’re around each other a lot when they sleep?

• Jungkook said he thinks Lives are better when it’s just him and Jimin.

• Jungkook desperately wants that YouTube channel. (Please!)

• He loves drawing cute, silly pictures of Jimin or with Jimin. We’ve seen some of his masterpieces before, and we got to see another one during the Live. (So cute!)

• Jungkook is tactile as hell. He’s always been touchy, but now it seems like he genuinely can’t keep his hands to himself when he’s around Jimin. And we’re not just talking about handshakes or shoulder and nape rubs… he literally wants to put his entire hands inside Jimin’s clothes because “it’s warm in there.” 😏

• Jikook still fluster the hell out of each other. Jungkook is much better at handling it now, while Jimin still can’t quite hold his own like Jungkook can.

• Their giggles? The most beautiful thing ever.

• Jungkook watched and loved K-Pop Demon Hunters. Jimin hadn’t seen it, but he had watched a few clips and knew a bit about the songs. Jungkook said he cried while watching it.

• All the other members had gone out and Jikook were the only ones at home.

• Jungkook read a comment out loud: “You guys look so good together.”

• Jungkook is still Jiminipedia. He knows his man isn’t going to sleep until he games a little. And let’s not even talk about the huge smile on his face when he said it.

• They did a pinky promise playfully and cutely … Jungkook held Jimin’s little hands and sang, “I promise, I will come to you.” (Do with that information what you will)

• Jungkook still finds Jimin incredibly cute and endearing.

• They watched some of their old performances together. Jungkook visibly cringed at his younger self.

• Jikook are back with the memes and inside jokes.

• Jimin still gives the best hugs.

JIKOOK ARE SO IN LOVE!

I might have missed some things. Will add as needed.

[demi-queen]

Stuff started to catch up to me in high school. I had always pretty much been a straight-A student and my “gifted kid” ability to learn in the way that schools wanted me to were only highlighted by the fact that my older brother had always struggled with school (my mom has confessed to me recently that she thought that he might have a learning disorder but that no one would listen to her when she brought up the potential for that and since that was her first kid she didn’t know what to do about it). But then my grades started slipping. Instead of straight-As I was getting more Bs and even a C here and there. Now, I know these aren’t bad at all (something I have had to come to terms with), but they were bad for ME and it wasn’t necessarily a result of me suddenly not understanding the material. In addition to being a “gifted kid” I also have pretty bad, treatment resistant, chronic anxiety and depression. Putting all those together in combination with teenage hormones means I was experiencing some pretty bad gifted-kid burnout. I recognized this (even if I didn’t know exactly what was wrong I knew something was) and did some research. I had started going to therapy in jr high for my anxiety but dropped that therapist when it turned out she was only making my anxiety worse— the point is I already knew my head was a little fucked up. So in my research I found out about 504 plans. Now if you don’t know what that is, it’s a thing put in place to help people with mental disorders get accomadations in school. I’m sure someone on here can give a better explanation of it if you want to know more, or you can try googling it yourself. Anywhomst, I brought this to my mom and we set up a meeting with my school. That meeting didn’t go well. Essentially, the school said that they weren’t going to give me a 504 plan because my grades were already good so clearly I didn’t need one. It wasn’t until much later that I learned that that’s not something they were allowed to do. You can’t be denied a 504 plan based on grades. Anyways, that year I got the worst grades of my life. I actually did fail a few classes and my depression was in the dumps. Almost a decade later and I’m only just recovering from that burnout and I hope to be finishing my undergrad this next year. I plan on giving myself a little more time after that to not be in school before diving into my PhD.

In a recent trip home from college to visit my family, I was talking with my mom about my youngest brother and whether or not he was getting accommodations for his ADHD now that he was starting high school. She told me that now all my siblings got accommodations in school and apologized for not fighting harder for me to get accommodations when that initial meeting went so poorly. I don’t blame my parents for not getting me the help that I needed, because I know that they tried. They were new parents, I was their second kid, and I was and am so incredibly different from my older brother that it was almost like they were starting over entirely with me. My parents didn’t know what they were doing and they were fought every step of the way when they were trying to get me help because I was a “gifted kid” and clearly didn’t need it. My parents have 6 kids in total. Their youngest is starting high school this upcoming fall. It’s an unfortunate fact of life that as an oldest kid I had to experience a lot of my parents’ fuck ups in order for my younger siblings to get the help they need. I’m lucky in that my parents were able to look past the “gifted kid” to see the struggling kid even though the school wasn’t willing to; I know that not every “gifted kid” gets parental support— I’m pretty sure a factor of ME getting that support is that I’m like 99% sure my mom was ALSO a “gifted kid” growing up.

people misunderstand what ‘gifted kid’ actually means but it’s ok it’s fine it’s cool it’s good

[jefth3kilr]

how vocal the naruto boys are + how long they last 🎋🍃

includes: kakashi, gai, jiraiya, naruto, sasuke, shino, kiba, shikamaru, neji, lee

warnings: NSFW

not proofread!!!

kakashi

this guy is the complete opposite of vocal. the most you’ll get is a very quiet groan here and there, but other than that you can hardly tell if he’s even turned on from how quiet he is (but trust he is in fact turned on)

but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t talk dirty….he reads smut for a reason. his dirty talk is crazzyyy

i think kakashi would last a long time, of course if he’s extra tired from a mission it might be a bit quicker. but he’s definitely more focused on your pleasure than his. so you’ll cum 3 times before he even cums at all.

i think his stamina would be a bit above average since he is a ninja after all. he’ll go as long as you want him too, even if his dick hurts lmao

gai

oh he’s vocal. trust.

he’s not very good at dirty talk, it would more so become a motivation speech lmao. he also stutters a lot during sex because of the pleasure so he tries not to talk too much.

but trust he be moaning in your ear like crazy (i also thinks he cries from the pleasure hehe…i love pathetic men)

his stamina is WILD. he also lasts a very very long time because he is dead set on self control and what not. he will hold back as long as he possibly can.

if you dirty talk him though, he’s a goner

jiraiya

they call him the pervy sage for a reason….

i think he is vocal as hell, especially when drunk. he’s moaning your name over and over again and NOTHING you can do will shut him up. even if he’s eating you out, he’s still loud as hell.

even though he’s older, i think he has some crazy ass stamina. he can last a long time (from how much he goons regularly…) and he can go for multiple rounds.

“please, just one more time.” is his iconic line. one more NEVER means just one more.

trust you’ll be tired and sweaty by the time he’s done with you (and he’ll probably ask for one more afterwards too)

naruto

he tries to stay quiet, he really does. he even bites his lip and everything

but when your giving him some sloppy head he really can’t help but be whimpering and shit lmao

he will deny this as much as possible, but he is loud as fuck when he’s lost in the moment. he really can’t help it, especially with how messy and careless he is. your both covering each others mouth most of the time

stamina wise, i mean come one. he’s naruto, he never gives up even when he’s super tired

he can go for about 4 rounds before he needs a breather, but his refreshening period only last for 10 minutes before he’s ready again.

he also lasts pretty long…depending on the day. sometimes it’s embarrassingly quick (like 3 strokes in and he’s already cumming) or it takes forever and you literally have to beg him to finish.

sasuke

he’s sasuke, so yeah he’s pretty damn quiet. but he doesn’t moan or anything, he only whimpers. and he always bites his lip or keeps his mouth shut so you can’t hear because it’s embarrassing for him

he doesn’t like super loud sex (unless he’s in a possessive mood) i also think he wouldn’t really talk in the beginning, but after he’s a couple rounds in his mouth just keeps rambling praises and dirty talk (thought he always claims he doesn’t remember saying that stuff afterwards)

i think sasuke can last a very long time. even if your doing a really good job, it just takes him a while. as for how many rounds, he can go about 3 before he’s kind of worn out.

i hc that sasuke isn’t super sexual so once you guys are done he usually doesn’t want to have sex again for a little while. of course if you really want more he’ll usually do smth for you like eating your out or letting you hump his thigh

shino

like sasuke, he’s quiet as fuck. shino barley talks in general, so i don’t think he’d make a lot of noise. sometimes you don’t even know if he’s feeling good at all lmao (but trust he is)

every now and then he’ll say some praise so you know he’s enjoying it (especially if u talk to him about the whole being quiet thing)

but other than that i really don’t think shino would make a lot of noise at all

and again like sasuke, he’s not very sexually active either. he can last a long time and go a couple rounds, but after that he’s kind of done.

but when i mean he can last a long time…i mean like a lonnnggg time.

you’ve came like 5 times and he still hasn’t cum once.

it’s not that he doesn’t like it, he really does. it just takes him a while to get to that point.

he also would much rather pleasure you than himself

kiba

he’s loud; but not in the whimpering and whining kind of way.

he’s growling in your damn ear, and this man can NOT stop talking dirty to you

he loves making you flustered and needy so he’s honestly always talking dirty lmao

but trust, if your giving him head or finally get permission to take control, he will be whimpering like crazy. but he gets soooo embarrassed about it

stamina wise, he’s crazy. he doesn’t last for a long time because he’s always pounding into you way too fast.

but he can go for multiple rounds. he’s always overstimulating the both of you. but that does not stop him

shikamaru

he’s pretty quiet. you might get a couple of groans out of him but other then that he’s silent. he also doesn’t really talk dirty, he thinks it’s too much work lmao

but that doesn’t mean he won’t praise you for doing good and listening. if your being a brat though…strap in girl your in for a ride 😭

he doesn’t tolerate brats….thats about the only time he’ll really talk dirty to you. (mostly him just telling you to fix your attitude in that sexy voice of his hehe…i love him)

stamina wise, he can last pretty long. but he really can only go for one or two rounds.

i mean he can go longer, but then he starts getting tired and lazy. so if you want more, you’ll unfortunately have to put in the work for it

neji

it might seem like neji would be quiet, but it’s actually the opposite. he’s super sensitive so he’s a moaning mess while you both have sex. he’ll try to keep quiet but it’s difficult when your pussy’s so good lmao

his moans sound very elegant though, even during such an inelegant act.

stamina wise, he doesn’t last long…..he’s super embarrassed about it.

i hc that neji really never masterbauted or knew much about sex growing up, so this is all a very knew feeling for him.

and in the beginning he can only last a round of two, but after a couple months of being together he builds up better stamina (especially after he finds out how long lee can last, he makes it a competition)

if he can’t go for longer, he’ll do anything to please you. all that matters in his eyes if that your satisfied.

lee

please he is the most vocal guy on planet earth….

he will be whimpering and moaning in your ear without a care in the world. he doesn’t care who hears. usually you have to cover his mouth because he’s louder than you at this point lmao

as for how long he lasts…..babe he has the craziest stamina ever. he doesn’t train every day for nothing.

i think he would cum fast, especially his first time and when you give him head. but that doesn’t mean he’s done. he needs at least 3 orgasms to be completely satisfied, but he could definitely go longer.

he treats sex like training, his mission is to make you brainless and happy. and trust, he will do just that

thank u all for reading 💋 💋 sorry this took forever!! i’ve been doing a lot of hc’s recently so im gonna try writing some fics next! (possibly lmao) requests are currently closed because i’m working on finishing a lot of drafts and old requests! thank u all for being so patient with me! love u all ❤️

[ablobwhowrites]

I rewatched the iron giant movie and the new Superman movie

I just imagine a robot y/n who's kinda from space like the iron giant but looks kinda more humanish kinda like Zane from Lego Ninjago because of being more human ish but acts more like the iron giant and doesn't really know much about earth and is seen in the city by civilians and of course chief Gordon goes to investigate as well as Batman and it's just this robot human wandering around and of course Gordon is weary about this robot who just appeared especially after the mysterious pod like ship landed in the water but Batman quickly puts it together but tries to see if y/n is a actual threat and sees y/n stop a car before it almost hit a squirrel crossing the street but then goes to check on the person in the car to see if they are okay so obviously this robot or alien doesn't mean harm which is odd but they have superman and martian man hunter being heros so it's not outside of the possibilities.

The justice league get the news of this mysterious person from Batman but of course, y/n being curious about earth stumbles upon villains that y/n befriended somehow but was taken away by the heros. Y/n kinda acts like the iron giant and I imagine y/n looks up to Superman a lot but they being like the iron giant are a walking gun as they have weapons and other things like that, that Batman had found when doing a scan of y/n but y/n had no intentions of using them.

Flash: "so, y/n I wanna ask you. What superhero do you like? Just asking for a friend really."

Robot y/n: "...Superman!"

Flash: "oh cool!" *The inside* 'IM NOT THEIR FAVORITE HERO, NOOOOO!'

I imagine the heros try to be y/n's favorite but y/n likes superman the best because seeing him fly through the air and going to people in need so quickly without hesitation is just inspiring to y/n but every hero kinda gets jealous as they kidnap do that themselves but y/n is happy at least.

Y/n also gets gifted a shirt with Superman's logo on it also others as I imagine they kinda wear a spacelike bodysuit on their robotic body but do try one human outfits but you can still tell their robot with the metal skin and stuff. Y/n does try to be a hero even saw a car illegally parked so they picked it up and put it into a legal parking place with the person still inside so they try even if the person gets made at them and y/n doesn't really understand as they did something good yet they got yelled at?

Y/n then sees that the planet earth can be unfair sometimes with once y/n going on a walk around the city alone and sees a squirrel crossing the road again but y/n tries to rush over after seeing a car speeding and about to ignore a red light but y/n wasn't fast enough as they stopped the car but sees the squirrel laying the the ground behind the back tire. Flash gets to y/n because y/n actually snuck out but sees y/n standing still with their hand holding the cars trunk door nearly crushing the metal but they let go to kneel down and when flash went next to them, he sees why y/n didn't move so much. Flash then saw the red light and went to go yell at the driver to blatantly ignoring the red light then went to y/n but saw that they were going to pick it up but flash yelled for y/n to stop and they did but was shaking because y/n didn't understand, y/n didn't it get up? They okay now, y/n stopped that car. Flash just helped y/n back to the justice league headquarters but not before yelling at the drive again and was more upset than before saying that they could have hurt someone of y/n didn't stop them but back at justice league headquarters. Y/n was just upset as they didn't know why the squirrel didn't get up, did y/n do something wrong? Were they to slow? Y/n saved it, didn't they?

Y/n doesn't understand a lot on earth but they did meet the young justice league, the bat kids, super kids and teen titans and were excited to meet them and was glad that the heros liked them too! Y/n wants to be a hero but doesn't yet understand that sometimes hero's can try everything yet still can't save them all.

(Anyways just wanted to rant and I'm getting back into DC! So I'll be making more stuff about it soon but also other media so hopefully you guys enjoyed this and if you did and want more please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[lazysoulwriter]

same team. ── ✦

requested! thank you. ♡ content: protective!Pedro, healthy relationship conflict, argument to resolution

It starts with something stupid.

He said he didn’t want you going to that party without him. You said he was being controlling. He said he just wanted you safe. You said he didn’t trust you.

And then the voices got louder.

“You always do this,” you snap, arms crossed, pacing across the living room. “You get all weird and intense about stuff and act like I can’t make my own decisions.”

Pedro stands across from you, jaw tight, hands on his hips. He looks tired. Too tired for this. “I’m not trying to control you, I’m trying to protect you. That club is in the middle of nowhere, and you’re going with people you barely know.”

“They’re not strangers, they’re coworkers. I can handle myself.”

“I know that,” he says, voice rising. “But I’ve seen what can happen. I’ve seen people get followed. Cornered. You think I’m being dramatic but—”

“You are being dramatic!”

He throws his hands up. “You’re not even listening to me.”

You laugh bitterly. “Oh, that’s rich. You’re the one who started this whole thing by making it a big deal when all I did was mention a night out.”

“You made plans without even telling me.”

“Because I knew you’d do this!”

And there it is. The silence.

The heavy, hot pause where you both realize nothing productive is coming out of your mouths. That you’re just throwing pain around, hoping it’ll land somewhere that makes the other person get it.

You sink onto the couch. He exhales and rubs the back of his neck.

“I’m gonna go cool off,” he mutters, already heading to the kitchen.

“Fine,” you say, but it doesn’t have any heat. You sound… tired, too.

You don’t talk for twenty minutes.

Just sit in separate rooms, quietly existing around each other.

Eventually, he comes back — slower this time, softer. He kneels in front of you, resting his hand on your knee.

“Can we… try again?”

You nod, eyes a little glassy now.

He sighs. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I don’t trust you. I do. With everything. I just—this world’s fucked, and I think about you out there without me and I—” He shakes his head. “It makes me feel helpless. And I hate feeling like that.”

You nod slowly. “I get that. But when you say stuff like ‘I don’t want you going,’ it doesn’t sound like love. It sounds like control. And I know that’s not what you mean, but it feels like you’re parenting me instead of being with me.”

Pedro’s brows furrow, and his voice drops. “That’s the last thing I ever want to do. You’re the strongest person I know. You’ve survived shit I couldn’t dream of. I just… I love you so much it makes me stupid sometimes.”

You smile a little, thumb brushing along his jaw. “Same.”

He leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours. “Next time I worry, I’ll say it better. Ask instead of assume. Deal?”

You nod. “And next time I make plans, I’ll keep you in the loop.”

You kiss him — slow, grateful, like you’re both apologizing and forgiving in the same breath. His arms wrap around you tight, like he needs to feel you breathing against him to calm his own.

“You’re not going tonight, right?” he mumbles, cheek to your shoulder.

You snort. “No. It’s late. I’d rather be here, anyway.”

He smiles into your neck. “Good. I’m still madly in love with you, even when we fight.”

You grin. “Same team?”

“Always.”

✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that

[nightmare-from-heaven]

I don't actually remember that conversation but it sounds like me lol

I do remember that some of my best friendships have been with people many decades older than me. A Vietnam combat vet took me in when I was wandering wild, and taught me how to use his pilots survival rifle and generally showed me how to be Good At Stuff. Unbeknownst to me, he was also intentionally helping me heal some of my wounds. And maybe it helped heal some of his, before he took his final assignment.

We have a great void of this intergenerational mentorship dynamic in modern usamerica and it shows.

Now I go out of my way to befriend people outside of my class / age / race / orientation / identity. An unhoused guy was my most meaningful acquaintance for a while when I lived in a big city. I still think about him and wish we could stand in the rain together again for incredibly insightful, intelligent, chilly conversation. We both teared up when I left for the last time, and had a great hug.

Being friends with youth of various ages is a responsibility as well as a lot of fun. They're fucking BRILLIANT and are so very very unboring, and there's an added burden of knowing that what you say and do can shape their whole lives. It's all very real. But that's also what's So Cool about it. Your collected knowledge/skill can help shape them up to be better suited to handle life in this world designed to crush the spark out of them. And they, on their side, can upend something you didn't realize you had never investigated - in a flash - just by asking a really reasonable question. It's fucking amazing.

Seriously. Try to hang out with people who are different than you (in nonharmful ways - I don't mean move in with auntie maga, unless you're legit up for that). It's honestly the most life expansive, grounding, joyful, skill increasing thing ever.

[zoquette]

teach me?

oliver aiku x fem!/afab!reader genre : smut, mdni 18+ wc : 1k words cw : first time, f!giving, age gap (a lil)

imagine what it feels like to be 'just' a manager to the captain of U20s japan, not every girl is as lucky as y/n to be one.

it was the fresher welcome party for the new trainees who had recently joined the professional team. you made the arrangements of course, it was oliver who you work for, after all. he didn't want anything to get mess up, so he was quick put the pressure on you.

being with him was hella like what it felt like to be tortured, without any breaks not to mention. he wouldn't even care to move an inch from the couch while stuffing some snacks right after every practice or match.

stuff like doing the laundry, washing the utensils or cooking was way too far away to even be noticed in his daily routine. eat, sleep, practice and of course, video games always kept him too occupied to even care.

it felt like babysitting him.

but who you had your eyes on now, was just enough to take your mind off your tiring schedule. you would stare at sendou every time there was a team meeting or anything similar, he was the one you always needed by your side.

you had to discuss it with someone who knew sendou a lot, and it obviously was none other than your lousy 'foster baby' who you babysitted non-stop.

"aiku.."

"what?" can't you see I'm busy with something?" he frowns, without turning his head to face you, focused on his stupid video game.

wow. what a bitch.

but you really needed help from him, he's the only one who can get you close to your crush, even if you have to listen to his awfully attractive voice spilling shit.

"I wanted to learn something.. well um, things, actually so—" he cut you off, rolling his eyes at you. "didn't I just tell you something?" atleast he cared to grace you with a look.

but then again how the fuck could you forget that he's got that dicky attitude?

"oliver, hear me out for this once" you take a seat beside him, in front of a huge tv, on the couch. this was the first time you talked to him informally. it was actually very weird to keep saying 'mister' or 'sir' every time before his name as he was just about you own age.

he turned off the tv, facing you and giving in a small nod. he looked different, so mature up close but well, his actions spoke otherwise.

you took a deep breath, "sendou. I like him alot." you continue checking his reaction, only to find him looking curious but his eyes, they not seem to have their usual shine in them.

"and?" he raises a brow. "I want you to tell me, or even teach me, everything he likes about a girl" you let out a sign of relief, you did it, you actually asked him about sendou.

"what do I get in return?" oliver gets closer to your face, "hm?" you look at him with disbelief. "kidding" he lets out a chuckle.

"okay. he really wants to get together with a pin up model. that's it." you think over a quick second before replying, "now I can't suddenly become a model, you know?"

"you don't have to, you've already got the curves so just one thing to focus on" he grabs a can of coke from the side table. "what do you mean?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

"sex, darling, be good at it."

come on. that couldn't be true, really sendou? what the actual fuck are you, so pervy? but you knew you liked him anyways so you gotta do something.

"you know what? I'm a virgin. How am I supposed to be good at sex?" he looks a little shocked for some reason. "that's none of my problem, y/n."

"teach me?"

aiku chokes over the coke he just sipped a second ago, his eyes widening in surprise. was this actually happening? had destiny finally smiled at him?

"not the couch maybe?" your cheeks turning red while watching him strip his thin shirt off his well defined body which he noticed but didn't say a word, smirking in his mind.

damn. what a demi-god.

the next moment, he gestures you to follow him to his room. it's all clean and tidy thanks to you. aiku sits on the bed, "get down."

you gulped. nervousness sending shivers throughout you body, you can even hear how quickly your heart pounds, getting faster every millisecond.

"take it out" him barking orders is not new to you though, but it's still kinda scary. "use your mouth" oliver putting his weight on his arms on the bed as support.

you pulled his dick out and took a moment to realize how thick and long he was. how come you didn't even play the slightest attention before all this?

"staring, are we?"

you glare at him for pulling that awful, annoying joke, just another one of many. "what're you waiting for?!" oliver looked frustrated. the heck is his problem? it was your first time but he doesn't give a fuck about it?

he pushed your head down on his throbbing cock, your hair entangled in his fingers as his dick hits your throat so deep. a small tear fell from the corner of your eye, he could always be an asshole for sure.

you did your best to satisfy your 'mentor', which earned you a series of continuous pants and shit from him.

"mhm.. you're not so bad for first time, h-huh—?"

right after you were done, happy about your work, you made him cum not once, but twice in your mouth. "satisfied?" you looked at him, only to get ignored.

"you think."

confused about whatever he was pissed about. you did good, actually. maybe it was just that aiku hated the idea of you?

"that's not even close to giving pleasure to a man. you're just a cute little innocent one, sendou's outta your league."

that very moment, you pushed him to the bed to face you.

"lemme show you what even a novice can do."

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