#like 'all right i guess i'm doing this now'

[marrow-bone]

It's worth noting how the 'traditionalists' have very quickly shown their asses to actually be 'white cishet utopia 50s tv told me existed-ists' (completely forgetting the public progressives of the 50s...) since after all pretty much every 'conservative' scare can be shown as a social norm somewhere throughout western history from a demographic they claim to idolize (don't get me STARTED about outside of it)

'Conservatism' means to be... Conservative. Focusing on keeping good policies moving forward, over higher-risk-reward policies. Today's 'conservatives' aren't that in the least, since they do the opposite; destroying all the good strides we've made through history and trying to brute force a grim rictus onto the past to hide the mistakes. Because a 'conservative' in the US right now is either a selfish manipulative asshole with more luck than brains, or one of the sheep he and his have literally brainwashed into literally being anti-Jesus.

I love how humans have literally not changed throughout history like the graffiti from Pompeii has people from hundreds of years ago writing stuff like “Marcus is gay” “I fucked a girl here” “Julius your mum wishes she was with me” and leonardo da vinci’s assistants drew dicks in their notebooks just for the banter and mozart created a piece called “kiss my ass” so when people wish for ‘today’s generation’ to be like ‘how people used to’ then we’re already there buddy we’ve always been

[ohcorny]

How I Made the Colors in Hunger's Bite So Good

first of all: buy my book. buy it and look at the colors. (if you cannot buy the book, ask for it at your local library or i GUESS you can look at these spreads i posted)

we're gonna talk about colors, but more specifically we're going to talk about overlays. if you're an artist you are probably familiar with overlays. we love our overlays. we love to color a picture and then at the very last minute go 'hm. looks bad. i'm going to put a yellowish overlay on it to make it look less bad :)'

do not do this.

i mean you can, and it'll work sometimes, but all you're really doing is tricking your brain into thinking different is better. you've been staring at the image for potentially several hours. none of the choices you made at the beginning mean anything to you anymore. you're just finishing what you started. one of the big reasons you might look at your art and go 'man, this doesn't look that good' is because You drew it and are intimately familiar with it. you know all the flaws and mistakes because You made them and You know what your vision was. one of the great frustrations with art is that the piece in your head doesn't look like something you actually made. you want it to look like somebody else did it, so you can enjoy it as a viewer, not as the creator.

so when you put that overlay on, and suddenly the image looks very different, your brain will go 'this doesn't look like the thing i've been staring at for 2-3 hours! this is different! now it's good!'

and again, sometimes it Is good. but do you actually understand why it's good? or is it just different?

okay so what am i supposed to do smart guy

i'm glad you asked. the trick to making overlays work is to have them on from the start. this requires knowing what mood you want to convey in your scene from the very beginning. hopefully you know what mood you want to convey. you do, right? and i don't just mean happy or sad, i also mean safe, threatened, familiar, strange, soft and harsh. blue is not always sad. green is not always healthy. yellow/orange are not the only way to convey a companionable warmth.

okay did you pick the mood? do you have an idea of what color you want to use to represent that mood? great. i'm gonna use blue to convey the cool, clean white of a ship's maintenance corridor without making things literally white. and i'm going to stick in two characters whose color palettes consist of bright yellow, brown, and wine red. awesome. i definitely know how those colors would behave under blue lighting.

(here's the thing: no i don't.) this is where a gradient map correction layer comes in. i want my page to be Blue. alright. let's make a gradient map that's Blue.

a gradient map is basically just A Gradient with specific colors connected to specific values. you have your darkest values on the left, and your lighter values on the right. at 100% opacity, this gradient map layer will read the value of anything below it and go 'okay this bit is this dark, so it should be This shade of blue. and this bit is this light, so it should be This shade of blue'.

kind of like a hue or color layer except determined by a gradient rather than one color, so it could also go 'this is light, so it's green' and 'this is dark, so it's purple'. it's math. i don't really get it either. but anyway this is probably not what you want if you want your characters' palettes to be recognizable. emery's sweater is supposed to be a wine red! neeta's skin should be brown, and her shirt should be yellow. these are their Key Colors. generally, i want them to be recognizable. so let's lower that opacity down.

nice! you can definitely now see that emery's sweater is red and neeta's shirt is yellow. and everything is relatively balanced. nothing is too saturated, nothing is significantly brighter than anything else. it's all got a little bit of blue in it. but i've skipped the step of actually picking your colors. because here's the thing with gradient maps.

they hate you and want to fight. when working with gradient maps you must imagine there is a monkey sitting on your shoulder dumping paint in every time you pick a color. the monkey has a tube of blue and he is going to put that blue into everything you paint, but it's not normal paint. it doesn't mix, it overtakes. it won't turn something yellow into green, it will turn it blue. it wants everything to be blue. if you want something to look like the color it's supposed to be, you will have to make it extremely saturated under the layer to essentially fight the paint monkey's blue. hence, emery's sweater is a BRIGHT red, so it will look a little more purpley under the blue. and neeta's skin is very orange, so it can be dulled down into a soft brown.

this is the sort of thing you will have to learn by feel, because it will be different with every gradient map, especially if you start getting into weird ones that aren't monochromatic. you want to know one of my favorite maps to use?

i have memorized where on the value scale all of these colors appear. i can color something using only shades of gray when i have this filter on. i am evolved. if you want to use gradient maps effectively, you'll have to get a lot of practice.

anyway this post got really long and i'm about to go to a movie so i'll talk about how to use screen/multiply/overlay layers later. but gradient maps are the main tool i used to make hunger's bite's palettes so unified across scenes. but you can see way above how they work to turn insane saturated colors into the nice harmonies--and the trick is that i'll never see those saturated colors while i'm working. because i have accepted the paint pouring monkey into my heart, and i trust him. except when i'm coloring wick's coat. holy mother of god every gradient map hated that man's purple coat.

[madamechrissy]

Fratboy Gojo

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

More headcanons from Took you Like a Shot - these are extra scenes set after chapter 2, but can be read alone- MDNI- explicit - whipped, longing Gojo- phone sexm, masturbation (Satoru and reader) dirty talk, fluffy ass cuteness, Satoru whimpers, lots of feelings -other headcanons here

Fratboy Gojo should be enjoying his trip with his best friends, but it's getting depressing, even on the cruise to the fucking Bahamas, shouldn't he be having the time of his life? His eyes don't even give anyone attention, how could he when he knows you're back home, pregnant- fuck have you changed in the past couple weeks?

Fratboy Gojo decides not to go out with his friends that night and stay in their suite himself, staring at the phone and contemplating for just a moment before he gives in, calling you. 'Hey Gojo' you say softly, sleep in your voice, making him ache. 'Hey sweetheart, were you asleep?' he hears your yawn, smiling like a lovesick idiot. He guesses that's what he is. 'No, just reading' 'ya reading that smut?' you giggle now 'mmhmm'

Fratboy Gojo hears your little sigh, driving him insane with need, just hearing it makes him hard, throbbing under his boxers while he lays sprawled in the giant, fancy suite that feels empty without you. 'Ya miss me brat?' you scoff now. 'no, never - why do you miss me?' Satoru scoffs now 'no, never, so peaceful without you' you glare at the phone, and he can damn near feel it 'I'm kidding' you bite your lip now, shifting in your bed, hearing his husky voice rushing through you. 'I was kidding too, I kind of miss you, just a little' he smirks, a hand leading down his flat abs, slowly, picturing your pretty body in his mind. 'you just miss cumming, hmm?'

Fratboy Gojo glares when you retort - 'think I don't make myself cum?' 'you're a slutty girl, aren't you?' you feel it, the heat clenching in your tummy. 'I'm mad at you, Satoru - leaving me in this state right after you did that... thing with your mouth' he chuckles, thumb brushing over the trail of silvery hair under his belly button, as you slip up your shorts just a bit, brushing yourself over them, whining before you can stop it. 'You liked me drinking that pussy up, hmm?' you're throbbing around nothing, dammit. 'shouldn't you be partying, dancing or whatever? smoking?' 'maybe I just wanna talk to you, maybe I wanna... be back between your thighs, fuck you'd like that, wouldn't you?'

Fratboy Gojo grins when you huff so clearly over the phone. 'Can I get a picture you think?' you hesitate a bit. 'picture of what?' 'titties' You roll your eyes, but he gets an image- moaning when he sees them 'fuck they're so sexy, wanna suck on those nipples - touch them, would you?' you do as he asks, thumbs running over your nipples in circles. 'they hurt' you pout as your back arches, your nipples pressed against the thin top you're wearing, pussy soaking your shorts even worse while Satoru frees his cock, which is already leaking precum against his lower belly button. 'imagine how they'll be dripping milk, hmm? I'm gonna suck it all up' 'Satoru!' he's chuckling just a bit, but it's too late, you're both too far gone

Fratboy Gojo eases his boxers down fully, thick cock so hard it hurts, imagining just that, milk dripping from your puffy nipples. 'what, you wouldn't like it?' you feel yourself heating up then - 'perv' - he laughs softly, but it turns to a whine when his thumb presses his tip. 'are you stroking yourself, Satoru? thinking of me?' he curses internally, when that bratty little voice is crying out. 'you're touching your pussy, wanting my mouth, aren't you?' you nod, knowing he can't see, as the two of you play with yourselves, his eyes close, hearing you then. 'I can hear how wet you are, fuck' 'mnh!'

Fratboy Gojo can't take it, the longing, he can't hold back like he has been, not on the phone, drunk off your voice, the memories. 'I wanna lick it all up, so wet, isn't she?' you're gasping out, while you pump two little fingers in your soppy little hole. 'y-yes, do you want that, me pouring all over your face?' 'god you're a freaky brat, gonna dirty talk better than me!?' you're both whining, him stroking, you pumping. 'I r-read a lot of smut' he's breathless, listening to your moans grow louder and louder, while his cock twitches, he leans down to spit on it, while you drool down your own fingers. 'that journalism degree- ah f-fuck- it's j-just for you to write... smut... fuck!' you can't glare, you're too wet, pulsing around your fingers, whining 'm'close, Satoru, p-please...'

Fratboy Gojo moans as your words wash through him. 'I wish I was there right now, fuck... want my fingers instead, don't you? yours can't hit that spot?' you whine in frustration. 'y-you little... conceited- shouldn't have g-gone...' he exhales, head leaning back on the soft pillows as yours do 'I know, fuck I know... work your clit, it's easier baby, okay?' you do as he suggests, running in circles, engorged clit twitching under your touch. 'm-mad at you...' he gulps now, cock so close to busting. 'm-mad at myself, please just... will you cum for me baby?' Baby, he's calling you baby, and you're close, hearing his breaths, hearing his wet strokes. 'picture me right there' you do then, shattering, cumming so much you soak your hands, while Satoru chases his release from hearing you.

Fratboy Gojo loses it when you whisper 'you cum for me, now, hmm Satoru? be good' 'fuck you for that, mnh! close, close' you're sucking yourself off your fingers. 'I taste yummy' oh god, he's done, busting so much all over his hand now, white ropes endlessly pouring sticky across his hand, as just hearing him makes your cunt pulse in response. 'want a picture, for fap material?' you roll your eyes, shaking your head. 'you're so annoying...' you pause then. 'yeah.'

Fratboy Gojo uses his clean hand, sending it so quickly, and it makes your pussy clench again, pretty cock coated with cum - with some dumb little cat sticker with it's tongue out - 'fuck... your cock is pretty' 'is that a compliment!?' 'psh... no. a fact. jerk' Satoru cleans up, pressing you on speaker then, as you clean up as well, laying back down, putting him on speaker too. 'I'm upset you left, but I don't blame you for having a life... I guess, I'm just... lonely' Satoru pauses now, emotions in his throat after having that release. 'I wish you told me not to go... I could leave early?' you shake your head. 'no, it's okay, I told you, you're sacrificing enough, this wasn't your choice'

Fratboy Gojo feels something just gnawing at him now, what was he doing here? trying to cling to some bachelor life while you're changing everything about yourself for this. 'I should let you get some sleep' you murmur then, and Satoru shuts his blue eyes, snowy lashes fluttering, when he pulls a pillow close. 'wanna fall asleep on the phone?' you pause, tugging your pillow against yourself. 'yeah we can... Satoru why aren't you out?' because all he can think about is you, that's why. 'I didn't feel like it, get some sleep brat, aren't you growing my baby inside you?' His baby. His. The thought makes him crave you so badly it's difficult to stand it. 'your parasyte you said, remember?' he snorts in laughter. 'it still technically is, you're just emotioal about it'

Fratboy Gojo doesn't know when he fell asleep, but he wakes up and you're still on the phone, lightly snoring... and he knows then, he made the wrong fucking decision. When his friends stumble in and bring girls back, heading to their rooms, Satoru shuts his door, so he can listen to you breathe instead, the only good sleep he's gotten since he's been here.

I'll be doing these between chapters as this story will have some time skips- I hope you enjoyyyy <3

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[whitecompri]

hei cutie ~ , I'm glad I found your blog, as a fellow Sonic fan, I'm very pleased.

And also as a fan of all the hedgehog characters in Sonic, can I make a request?

Sonic, Shadow, Silver, Scourge x On a picnic date with fem human s/o Who like to use their thighs as a pillow to rest on or rub and stroke their heads while they sleep. S/o sometimes likes to tease them when they are lying on her lap.

Pretty please....

Don't forget to take some rest

Going on a Picnic With your Hedgie

Pairing: Sonic x Reader; Shadow x Reader; Silver x Reader; Scourge x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Suggestive Themes

A/N: Thanks for the request! It was a lot of fun thinking up each unique scenario for each hedgehog, but I liked the end result, I hope you like it too!

Sonic

Maybe it should have been a mistake to let him choose the picnic spot, but he asked so sweetly, with such an adorable look on his face, that in the end, you gave in, letting your restless boyfriend decide the location.

In the end, Sonic concluded that it was a great idea to have a picnic at the top of a hill, right in the middle of the strong winds up there. But there was no complaining—you allowed it to happen.

You paused for a moment on your way up the hill, catching your breath. Looking up, you saw the top of the hill; you were almost there, but the path to get to this point had been tough and exhausting. Your eyes narrowed when your peripheral vision caught a blue blur dashing up at full speed. A few seconds later, it raced down the hill again.

Sometimes, it was hard to keep up with his fast-paced rhythm.

Gathering your strength, you composed yourself and resumed walking up the steep terrain, stepping carefully to avoid slipping or getting your foot caught on a rock.

An unnatural gust of wind rushed past you, tossing your hair up. Looking ahead, you spotted a very impatient blue hedgehog.

"Are you going to take much longer? I could have had ten picnics already with how slow you are." He flashed a teasing grin at you.

"I'm going to have to give you some lessons on human limits when we get back home," you said, still out of breath as you climbed another tricky part of the hill.

"Oh, remind me later—I forgot the soda. Be right back!"

Before you could even blink, the sound of him breaking the sound barrier echoed across the hill. You glanced back, seeing nothing but the bluish streak he left behind.

Sighing, you shook your head and refocused on making your way up the rest of the path. After a few more strenuous steps, you finally reached the top of the hill, letting out a satisfied murmur as you reached your destination.

Your eyes immediately landed on the picnic blanket your speedy boyfriend had laid out and the basket of snacks he had prepared.

Once again, that familiar breeze hit your side. Looking to your left, you saw Sonic standing there, holding a bottle of soda.

"So? Do you like the place?" He gave you a warm smile.

"Aside from the fact that I nearly passed out getting up here..." Your eyes scanned the location, taking in how breathtaking the view was from up there. "Yeah, I love it. It's an amazing spot. Thank you, love."

"No problem, babe. Now sit down, let's eat—now that we’ve got the drinks too."

He eagerly walked over to the blanket, sitting at one end. You followed, settling down beside him.

"What did you bring?" Crossing your legs and resting on your arm, you curiously scanned the basket, already guessing what he had packed.

Sonic pulled out some simple white porcelain plates, placing them in the middle of the blanket. Then, buzzing with excitement, he took out a few chili dogs, carefully setting them on the plates. Next, he pulled out a container of fries, placing them in a deeper dish, along with a ketchup bottle beside it. Finally, he brought out a few homemade heart-shaped cookies.

"Did you make these?" Your eyebrows lifted in surprise.

"Hm? I wanted to do something nice for my gorgeous girlfriend. I hope you like them... And I swear I didn’t accidentally go overboard with the flour—it was totally intentional." He gave you an amused grin.

"I'm sure they'll be delicious, even with your questionable culinary skills." You nudged his shoulder playfully, making his mischievous smile turn into a small smirk.

"That's because you haven't tried my specialty yet—Gourmet Burnt Instant Noodles." He raised a hand dramatically, as if to glorify his disastrous dish.

"Hmm, sounds divine. How about making it for dinner tonight? I have some leftover food poisoning medicine in the cabinet, so we can enjoy it worry-free."

You both laughed at the playful banter. Leaning in, he pressed his forehead against yours, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Let’s eat the chili dogs while they're still warm. I made everything with care for you."

--*--

You chewed on one of the last fries, grabbed another, dipped it in ketchup, and ate it. By now, after a while, the strong wind at the top of the hill had turned into a pleasant breeze, making the whole atmosphere much cozier.

Beside you, Sonic stretched his arms above his head.

"Well, that was a great meal... Now for the best part!"

Without hesitation, he practically threw himself into your lap, closing his eyes and placing his hands behind his head, fully enjoying how soft your thighs were.

"Now this is the life," he sighed in pure satisfaction.

"I didn’t know you could actually stay still," you teased, taking a sip of your soda.

"Well, only when it's worth it." He grinned, shifting slightly to get even more comfortable in your lap.

Your hand instinctively reached out, running through his soft, blue fur in slow, soothing motions.

Your fingers drifted toward his fuzzy ears, tracing circles around them. Immediately, you felt his body tense slightly, his fur subtly bristling.

"Careful there, babe, you know that's a weak spot..." He cracked open one eye to glance at you.

"I know, that’s why I’m doing it." Your eyes sparkled mischievously.

"Oh, you’re asking for payback, princess..." He smirked, flashing one of his fangs.

You laughed, deciding to play it safe and return to simply stroking his fur. He let out a soft chuckle, relaxing again and closing his eyes.

However, at that moment, your gaze locked onto something beside you—a stray bird feather lying on the picnic blanket. A mischievous smile crept onto your lips as you set your cup aside and reached for the feather.

Taking a deep breath to suppress your laughter and avoid giving yourself away, you brought the feather close to his nose, gently brushing it against his nostrils.

Sonic’s immediate reaction was to scrunch his nose, twitching it in confusion at the unfamiliar sensation. One of his hands moved from behind his head, lazily rubbing at his nose with the back of his hand. At that moment, you pulled the feather away, letting him scratch.

Just as he thought the itch was gone, you brought the feather back, swiping it quickly across his nose.

His nose twitched again, his expression contorting as he turned his head to the side, sneezing lightly before rubbing his nose against his arm. When he settled back down, his eyes snapped open, locking onto the feather in your hand and the mischievous glint in your eyes.

"My girlfriend is feeling extra playful today, huh?" His voice was low and amused. "I hope you’re ready for a counterattack..." His gaze narrowed.

"And what exactly are you going to do?" You challenged, curious to see what he had in mind.

However, your eyes widened in shock when his muzzle brushed against your thigh, and you suddenly felt his fangs graze the soft skin of your leg, sending a shiver up your spine.

"Hey! What are you—" Your gaze shifted to one of indignation as you raised your hands to stop him.

But you weren’t fast enough. A playful chuckle escaped him as he nipped you again.

"I warned you, babe..." He pulled away quickly, dodging your hands as you tried to stop him. "Now it’s my turn..."

Before you could react, he lunged at you, this time playfully nipping at your side over your shirt.

"You little—" You laughed, the sensation both surprising and ticklish as his teeth grazed your body.

"Sonic, I don’t have fur to hide your little bite marks!" One of your hands gripped his shoulder while the other supported you from behind, keeping you from falling as he got closer.

"Perfect..." He pinned you down, placing a hand on either side of your body. His face hovered close to yours as he pressed a small kiss to your chin. Then, his muzzle tilted up, and you felt the warmth of his lips on yours, the soft fur brushing against your skin in a mix of tickles and gentle caresses.

Your eyes instinctively fluttered shut, but the kiss was brief. He pulled away, stealing one last peck before gazing at you with an intense, love-struck expression.

"Now, I plan to resume my peaceful nap on your lap, babe. And if my girlfriend tries any more tricks... I’ll retaliate with more than just little bites."

You chuckled softly as he looked at you with hooded eyes, utterly smitten.

"Is that a threat or an offer?"

"It's up to you..." So, he went back to lying peacefully on her lap, closing his eyes and relaxing in that late afternoon.

Shadow

When you asked Shadow where he’d like to have the picnic, at first, he remained silent, lost in thought with his arms crossed, until he finally opened his mouth slightly to respond.

"I know a place..."

And so, now you were walking peacefully through the flower field, your silent boyfriend at your side, attentively accompanying you. He carried the towels and the picnic basket, searching for the best spot to set everything up.

Shadow was always very considerate, never letting you carry heavy things or anything like that. He also never left you behind while walking—he patiently followed your pace, wearing the same grumpy expression as always.

But deep down, he was loving every second of it and would do anything to have more moments like this with you. In a quiet and peaceful place, without worrying about others judging your relationship or interrupting your date.

"This looks good." The black hedgehog stopped in front of a small clearing, a little distance from the thicket you both had walked through. With your help, the cloth was soon spread out on the ground.

Shadow then sat down on the blanket, and you followed, sitting beside him with your legs crossed.

"I brought something for you..." With somewhat hesitant movements, he reached into the basket and pulled out a gray container. As he opened it, the wonderful scent of salmon with cream cheese filled the air, revealing that Shadow had apparently prepared them himself.

"You made these?" You smiled at him.

"Yes..." He looked away for a second. "Rouge said you’d like this recipe."

"I loved it, and I’ll tell you, if you keep cooking like this for me, I’ll end up falling even more in love with you."

Lowering your body, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, making him close his eyes momentarily and let out a quiet hum of approval.

Wanting to reciprocate, he leaned in and brushed his lips against your cheek before pulling back.

"There’s more." He continued unpacking, taking out a jar of coffee beans, a thermos of coffee, and finally, a plate with two mouth-watering pieces of chocolate cake. "I didn’t make this one... but someone insisted on making it for me to bring you."

"Care to tell me who?" You crossed your arms.

"I don’t reveal my sources..."

"I figured. But at least the cake looks good."

Shadow let out a quiet, appreciative hum, placing the plate alongside the other items.

"You can start eating now..." The hedgehog said, sitting with his arms crossed beside you, watching you intently.

"Aren’t you having anything?"

"After you." Shadow replied briefly, keeping his gaze on you.

A small smile formed on your lips as you reached for one of the salmon onigiri, bringing it close to him. Shadow raised a hand in a gesture for you to stop.

"I’ll eat later... Enjoy as much as you want first."

Growing impatient, you leaned closer to him, lowering your body to his level. In a sudden movement, you playfully nibbled his sensitive ear, making him let out a brief, quiet gasp. His ears instinctively twitched back, and his shoulders tensed.

"Why did you do that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I’ll do it again if you don’t take the onigiri."

Shadow stared at you in silence for a few seconds. Then, making a decision, he uncrossed his arms, reached for the onigiri, and took a small bite, closing his eyes as he chewed.

He remained silent while eating, and you just sat there, frozen, admiring how your tough boyfriend now looked like nothing more than an adorable kitten. Every time his jaw moved to chew, his ears made a short, subtle twitch to the sides, making the scene the most precious thing in the world.

"Is there something on my face?" He asked quietly, running a hand over his face, trying to wipe away whatever you were looking at. You just laughed.

"No, Shadow, there's nothing but the adorable face of my boyfriend."

It was noticeable that he froze for a split second at your words, possibly blushing, then, letting out a small "hmph," he went back to eating his onigiri.

He was the cutest thing in the world.

--*--

After eating, you were sitting with your legs stretched out, supporting yourself with one hand while the other held a cup of coffee, enjoying the caffeine after the delicious chocolate cake.

Your gaze was focused on the surrounding flower field, so much so that you didn’t notice the soft rustling of fabric approaching until you felt his fur and soft quills press against your thighs.

Looking down in surprise, you found none other than Shadow. His eyes were closed, arms crossed, and his ear twitched slightly to the side, picking up a nearby sound while he breathed peacefully. He had nestled himself comfortably, using your lap as a pillow, resting his cheek against your thigh.

Unable to resist, your hands began tracing over his black and red quills, feeling how soft and relaxed they were now—a stark contrast to when Shadow was in defensive mode. In fact, running your hands through his quills was now more soothing for you than for him, and you were sure you’d end up falling asleep sitting up if you continued.

Sighing softly, you watched his face. That’s when an idea popped into your head. Turning slightly, you reached for a small white flower, plucking it from the stem and gently placing it between his quills. And suddenly, you had fallen in love with the idea of covering his quills in flowers.

Over time, Shadow began to notice that your touch on his quills was no longer just stroking. Confused, he opened his eyes and turned slightly to glance back at you.

"What are you doing?" He asked quietly.

"Decorating you." You smiled, continuing your work of placing tiny flowers along his quills.

"Hmph." He turned back, closing his eyes and settling in again. "As long as this stays between us..."

"No problem, Rouge will be the first one I tell." You teased.

Immediately, Shadow lifted his head, sitting up again to look at you. In the process, some of the flowers fell off, which you quickly picked up to put back on him later. Shadow sat beside you, facing you directly.

"No one is supposed to know about this..." He took your hand, picking up one of the flowers you held and carefully tucking it into your hair. You felt your face warm slightly.

"Relax, love, this stays just between us..."

Nodding at your words, he once again laid his head on your lap, resting a hand over your knee while pressing his cheek back against your thigh.

Not wasting a second, you lowered your head to him, kissing his forehead and trailing soft kisses along it, feeling his soft fur against your lips. Then, your lips hovered near his ears as you took a deep breath deliberately against them. He tensed immediately, a shiver running down his spine.

"Careful, [Y/N]. Don’t tease me..." He warned without opening his eyes.

Laughing, your lips neared his muzzle.

One of his eyes slowly opened, gazing at you. His hand gently squeezed your leg as a silent warning, but you didn’t stop, continuing to play with your boyfriend.

In a swift motion, catching you off guard, one of his hands flew to the back of your neck, pulling you close, pressing your face against his. Shadow turned his head at the same time, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss before pulling away shortly after.

"I warned you, and I won’t say it again... If you keep this up, I won’t hold back."

Now blushing, you let out a soft laugh before returning to delicately placing flowers in his quills again.

Silver

Since you asked him to choose a place for a picnic, Silver had been extremely excited, thinking about all the possibilities, all the wonderful places where he could enjoy nature with you.

Now, he was walking beside you, delicately holding your hand while carrying the food basket and the blanket with his psychokinesis. Silver smiled a lot and walked confidently through the plain he had chosen. The field was vast, with a pleasant grove in the distance and a mountain nearby. The white hedgehog wanted an open and peaceful place like this—it was perfect for him.

"I think this spot is great for setting up the blanket, don’t you think?" He suddenly stopped, looking around, noticing that the area didn't have tall vegetation, had soft grass, and offered a good view of the surroundings.

"It looks good to me, let’s set everything up then." He let go of your hand, using his powers to place the blanket on the ground. You knelt down, carefully adjusting it, and then he placed the basket at the center of the blanket.

Finally, the two of you sat down side by side, and Silver reached for the basket, pulling things out. He began taking out his tupperware containers.

"I made those berry pancakes you like. I hope they’re still warm." He placed the container on the ground and opened it. The sweet and appetizing scent of pancakes filled your senses, making your mouth water.

"They smell amazing. I love the way you make them." Silver chuckled.

"I'm happy that you already like them before even tasting them. I also made this." He pulled out a small plate with some pastries.

"You made scones?! I’ve always wanted to try them!" Your eyes sparkled at the sight of the treat being placed on the blanket.

"Yeah, I know, that’s why I looked up a recipe online and made them. I heard you mention them that time." He reached out, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"You’re such a thoughtful boyfriend..." You leaned in slightly, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, making him blush lightly.

"Anything for you, my love." He smiled softly, taking out the last item from the basket—a bottle of iced tea he had also prepared. "Well, what are you waiting for? Feel free to enjoy everything!"

Silver said excitedly, picking up one of the scones and bringing it to your mouth. You were surprised by the gesture but opened your mouth, letting him feed you.

"Hmm, this is really good. You have a special talent for making sweets, Silver." He scratched the back of his neck at your compliment.

"It's nothing much, I just put a lot of love into what I make." He took your hand in his, gently stroking it with his thumb.

"Well, let’s not waste these delicious treats, right?" You reached for another of the pastries.

--*--

After eating, the two of you were sitting side by side, enjoying the peach iced tea he had made. He took the last sip from his cup, then looked at you attentively, noticing you were sitting cross-legged.

"Hey, [Y/N], do you mind if I lay on your lap?" He looked at you hopefully.

"Of course, love, you don’t even have to ask." You adjusted your position, making space for him to lie down, supporting yourself with one hand on the ground.

Carefully, he rested his head on your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist, snuggling against you. Instinctively, your hand began to trace his quills gently, feeling how soft they were at the moment.

"Your hand is so warm..." he murmured sleepily, his breathing becoming slower as he drifted off under your gentle touch.

Your boyfriend was adorable like this, lying on your lap, hugging you, unconsciously hiding his face against your stomach as he breathed peacefully. However, you couldn't resist teasing him a little.

Your finger traced soft circles on his forehead, then moved to stroke the fur on his muzzle. Leaning forward slightly, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, making him stir a little, though he kept his eyes closed. A small smirk formed on your lips.

"Silver... you’re drooling..." you whispered to him.

Immediately, as if he had been electrocuted, he sat up with wide eyes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"W-WHAT?! I wasn’t drooling! I—" He paused when he saw your teasing smile, raising an eyebrow.

"It was just a joke..." Laughing, you leaned in, capturing his lips in a quick kiss.

"You’re so mean, you know that...?" His expression softened, and a sly smile began to appear on his face.

He started to lean closer, his half-lidded eyes locked onto yours. His hands gently rested on your waist at first but soon became firmer. He playfully nibbled at your chin before trailing his lips up to meet yours, murmuring softly.

"I could make you apologize for scaring me right here..." His hands caressed your waist, one of them sliding to your back, pulling you closer to his smaller frame.

Nipping at your lower lip, he pulled away, his face now completely flushed beneath his fur. Clearing his throat, he said,

"I’m going back to napping... don’t scare me again..." He left the warning in the air before settling back onto your lap. His hand brushed against your thigh, feeling the softness of your skin against his fur.

Letting out a small sigh, he wrapped his arms around your waist once again, curling up on your lap and drifting off to sleep with his face buried in your stomach.

Scourge

When you told him to find a nice spot for a picnic, a wide smirk appeared on his face as he thought about the various places he could take you for a pleasant afternoon.

In truth, you were a little afraid of the location he might choose—who knows if it would be somewhere bizarre or outright forbidden, knowing Scourge’s personality.

However, to your surprise, your boyfriend picked a suitable and cozy spot for the picnic.

The green hedgehog stopped in front of a flowing river, looking around and analyzing the shade of the tree with a critical gaze to see if it was truly comfortable.

After huffing in satisfaction, he turned to you. "This spot’s perfect, babe. Let’s set up the picnic here."

He crouched down, grabbing the blanket and spreading it out in the tree’s cool shade before taking the basket and sitting at one corner of the white cloth. You followed suit, settling beside him.

Almost instinctively, his hand reached for your waist, pulling you closer to his smaller frame. Scourge lifted his sunglasses to look at you fully.

"You’re a princess every damn day, but today, ya look like a queen." He flashed a smirk, his eyes admiring you.

You chuckled.

“What are you hoping to gain from this?”

"A kiss?" He grinned, showing his sharp teeth.

“You could’ve just asked directly.”

Chuckling softly, you leaned to the side, pressing your lips against his, feeling the ticklish sensation of his muzzle’s fur against your skin. He tightened his grip on your waist slightly but quickly broke the kiss.

"Look what I brought for ya, babe." he said, reaching into the basket and pulling out some containers with the snacks he had prepared.

First, he pulled out two cans of energy drinks, setting one near you. Then, he took out a container with a few slices of pizza.

“Is this what’s left of last night’s pizza?” You raised an eyebrow.

"I call it makin' the most of every bite. I don’t wanna waste it. Besides, day-old pizza’s the best kinda pizza." He grinned, reaching for the last item.

Pulling out a large bag of nachos, he placed it beside him. Lastly, he grabbed a sealed container filled with dip.

"Babe, I was thinkin’ ‘bout what would be cool, an’ I found a guacamole recipe. I’m not big on this cookin’ stuff, but it didn’t take much effort. It'll go great with the nachos."

“Well, I’m glad you at least put in the effort, love.” You smiled at his subtle gesture of love.

"All for ya, babe."

He let go of your waist, opening the nacho bag and the guacamole container before dipping a chip into the sauce and taking a bite.

“So, do you like what you made?” You grabbed a nacho as well, dipping it into the guacamole.

"It actually tastes better than I expected." He chuckled, picking up his energy drink and opening it. "Hope ya like it, princess."

--*--

After finishing the nachos and guacamole, Scourge stretched his arms, letting out a yawn.

"Babe, I feel like takin' a nap."

He turned to you, lowering himself and resting his head against your crossed legs. He nuzzled his muzzle against your thigh, pressing a small kiss that sent a shiver down your spine. Then, he lay back, placing his arms behind his head, enjoying the serenity and the soothing sound of the river beside you.

"Ya love when I lay on your lap, don’tcha?" He teased with a smug expression.

“I don’t mind it at all.”

Your hand started tracing his quills, feeling each one under your fingers—surprisingly soft, probably because he was relaxed and with someone he trusted.

"If ya keep runnin' your fingers through my quills like that… I’m either gonna fall asleep…" He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was lower and husky. "Or do somethin’ crazy…" A wide grin spread across his face.

You just huffed playfully, letting him tease you all he wanted.

Then, a mischievous idea popped into your head. Innocently, you continued running your fingers through his quills, but one hand silently moved away, creeping toward his nose. Before he could notice, your fingers pinched his nostrils shut, cutting off his airflow.

Scourge’s eyes immediately snapped open, and he shot up, gasping for air. He turned to you, his expression first shocked before shifting into something more mischievous. He grabbed your wrist.

"Ya seriously got the guts to mess with me while I’m relaxed, babe?"

He leaned in dangerously close. You swallowed hard, anticipation building over his next move.

“W-wait—!”

You barely had time to finish your sentence before you felt your back hit the blanket, his weight pressing down against you.

"You’re such a naughty girl…"

He captured your lips once, then twice, his hands pressing against your ribs while his knees pinned you down, one on each side of your waist, preventing any chance of escape.

"Blockin’ my air like that…"

He kissed you again, then trailed open-mouthed kisses down your throat, purposely grazing his teeth against your sensitive skin, asserting dominance.

“Scourge…” You managed to whisper softly.

"Babe… Be careful with these lil’ provocations…" He chuckled, pulling away and grabbing your hands, helping you sit back up.

"Let’s enjoy the place for now…"

He kissed the back of your hand before once again lying back down on your lap, his quills brushing against your skin as he got comfortable.

"Don’t tease me again, or I swear I won’t hold back." He smirked before closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep again—leaving you completely flustered as you watched his relaxed features while he slept.

[my-midlife-crisis]

"The KKK, white nationalists, and these other fringe movements are literally propped up by the dying corporate media."

I'm sorry, but, I disagree. The KKK still exists in the south and have seen it first hand. My ex-wife and I had some land in northern Florida. The part of Florida that is more Alabama then Florida. We rented a duplex to a fantastic family. However, certain people in our area didn't care for this new family and we got to experience the broken windows and flaming cross of legend. To add to all that there was an antique store in town where they had a KKK wall of memorabilia that included pictures of hangings, black face dolls, and black face statues. Plus, when I was in highschool our school was filled with skinheads and once in a while there would be a mass fight that were referred to as race wars where the skinheads would start the fight and then lock themselves in a classroom and let the chaos carry on with out them. Hell, there are plenty of White Nationalists on Tumblr

Yes the case took place 60 years ago but it doesn't change the fact the case actually happened and that certain words are still uttered by the Conservatives and republicans.

In the past 12 years I have seen some of the greatest people become the most hateful bastards, I have ever met. I have seen loving Christians turn on people because of their color and or sex/gender. I have been called a cuck and a weakling for standing up to bullies who are attacking people because they have different views of themselves and the world. I guess that’s the difference between Democrat and Republican. Democrats protect our own while Republicans only want people to be like them and if they aren’t they are crazy, deluded, and or messed up.

I once had a discussion with an individual that said they’d protect Americans from an external enemy and that we have been mislead about MAGA hating the rest of America. However, when I brought up Trans people the guy turned into a bigot and started saying all kinds of horrible things. And as you are an intelligent person can tell… they contradicted what they said before. America went from being protected to crazy in under a sentence.

I have seen deportation signs all over the place. I have been told that I hate America because I stand up for more than white people. There is your systemic racism. If I bring up George Floyd I’ll get attacked by White men who want to point the blame on Black on black crime… which is racist. If I bring up Dylan Mulvany I get called a groomer. I have seen FOX news talk shit about BLM but nor about the KKK member that drove his truck into a BLM protest group. Or the guy that had a bow and arrow set shooting arrows into a different BLM group.

Now, I understand individual thought. I really do. However, when these people attack my friends who have always been there for me… I will stand up for them. I do not want people to lose their rights. I want women to be able to get an abortion if they need to. I want people to view themselves as they please with out being attacked. I want people to be able to join the military if they please. I want people to get over this segregation bit. I want growth. I want progress. I just can’t sit here and let people get stepped on. You can have your rights. You can have your religion. But, stop pushing those onto people. For all that I will step out my comfort zone to make sure we innocent individuals keep their rights.

He even tucks the thumb

oh boy

Welcome to the Fourth Reich dickheads. This is what you wanted. This is what you get.

[cxffecoupx]

universe factory

you're live, but all your fans can talk about is 'universe factory'. what in the world is that??

[yourusername is going live right now.]

"hii~ hi you guys, I've missed you!"

"'i see the headphones; will you be gaming today?' yes yes, very keen observation. there's this new game that's launched recently, called 'good coffee, great coffee'. I'll be playing that today."

"for those who don't know, its a game where you basically just have to make coffees for the customers, but they can really be a pain in the butt so you also have to make sure you're doing everything correctly and such. it's really fun though, because it's got an interesting storyline with it where you get to meet other characters too. it's reaaally fun, you should try it out."

you take a moment to read a few of the comments, where fans ask about the game, upcoming works and your life in general.

"okay guys, going to finish a round. i'll read your comments after that."

the next 5 minutes is spent finishing the game, brows furrowed in concentration as you navigate through the level, curses occasionally coming out your lips when the customers give a bad rating, but you're quick to shut them out. after the round ends, you turn to your phone.

"hello again, i've finished day 75 in the game, and i'm fairly pissed at some of the customers who ordered a vanilla latte and then complained when i gave them a... vanilla latte."

you skim through a few more comments before deciding on one.

"'omg is this universe factory?' ...what is a universe factory? i've been seeing a few dozen comments about it, but i really don't know guys."

"'it looks so similar to universe factory aah i can't believe it' guys i genuinely don't know what you're talking about. what is a universe factory? why is everyone talking about it?"

as you watch more comments flood in, you notice most of them are now related to this thing, or whatever, that they're calling 'universe factory', and a look of confusion glazes your face. a while later, clarifications start coming in.

"'it's seventeen woozi's studio. the lights seem very similar to that' ohh well, clearly there's no reason for me to be there heh. these lights were actually a recent upgrade that i did to my room. for the vibes and all... but thank you for the classification! i assure you, this is just my room, not the factory you're mentioning."

"although," you add after taking a few sips of your cola, "i'd love to work with them someday. it's like a bucket list thing, kind of. deep down on the list, though, because it seems pretty unachievable. but they're really talented and amazing, so i'd love to keep hoping."

"anyways, i'm getting back to my game. see you after another round," you conclude and begin the game. the live goes on for about an hour, before you decide that any more could actually become detrimental to your idol image and health.

"well, i guess i should end the live soon before i lose my sanity. thank you so much for watching, guys. thank you for just watching me make coffees for people in a game. i love you, take care, i'll see you next week! bye bye."

once you're sure the live's over, you can only stretch your arms and take in a huge breath before sighing. just as you reach for your cup of cola, two hands pop out of nowhere and pull your cheeks. you turn your head to see jihoon standing beside you, a huge smile plastered to his face.

a rare sight truly.

"hi, my love," he says before pressing a smooch to the top of your head and sitting on the sofa beside your table.

"i'll never understand how you did a live for 6 freaking hours," you speak through sips and he chuckles. "i could barely finish one hour and that's cause i was playing games."

"well, it was just me talking about anime, so i guess i didnt realise time pass by."

"still impressive. oh! and also, the fans almost caught onto us, you know?"

"yeah, i was watching. but you handled it so well."

"aww you softie... but seriously, i thought they might have figured it out. weren't you worried we might get exposed?"

he just waves his hand, shaking his head. "nah. i knew you'd handle it well," he says and takes your hand in his.

"also, even if we do get exposed, i'm not worried. i'd only be glad that the world finally knows we're together," he brings your hand to his lips to press a kiss.

you can't help but smile.

"aah lee jihoon. who knew you'd say such romantic things out of nowhere?"

"it's just what you do to me. by the way, you were saying you wanted to work with me sometime...? you do realise i've got a few tracks of us, right? working hot and heavy with each other?"

a/n: this was waaay better in my head than whatever this turned out to be. this is also a way for me to speak about the game I've been playing recently. anyone here who plays 'good coffee great coffee', hmu i wanna exchange souls w u (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

[seaborgium-dazies]

your lover on a leash

mha boys like you romantically and they're convinced you don't like them back :( But you do and you finally tell them. part 1 is here cw: throwing up (deku), set in the last year of UA; reader makes the first moves cus the boys are shyyyyy, gn!reader 🌊: deku, bakugo, shoto, iida, denki A/N: I got carried away 😭 And I finished this at 3:06 am so ignore any mistakes hdhjdhf wc: 2.8 k

deku:

Tears were effortlessly falling from his eyes as he was rocking back and forth. If you had seen him in this state, muttering a mix of "why wont they just love me" and "i'm such a loser" your heart would've shattered into a million pieces.

Between tears and hiccups deku just couldn't wrap his head around the pain of the situation. His thoughts were going a hundred kilometers per hour as he heard a gentle knock on his door. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Had he been too loud? Did someone hear him? Panic started to bloom in his chest.

Deku's spiraling was interrupted by the soft sound of your voice. "Deku I can hear you, please open the door". Fuck. I guess there's no way out. Deku approached the door, hastily wiped his tears and cracked the door open just enough to catch a glimpse of your face.

"What's up". He cringed at the way his voice cracked. He watched you trying to piece together the most gentle way to approach the topic. "I thought I heard, uhm, you having a hard time". Dekus mouth was slightly agape, humiliation and shame making him want to throw up. Actually seeing you here, your foot in his door, your furrowed brows, your fluffy hair, that knowing look. Seeing you in all of your glory and knowing he'll never get to have you? The pain in his chest - it makes him sick.

Before he could comprehend it he ran to his bathroom, bending over the toilet to throw up. When he came to his senses, he saw you standing next to the sink, handing him a damp paper towel to wipe his mouth.

Deku really thought that he already hit rock bottom, that the weeks of pining and stashing love poems under his bed were the epitome of patheticness. But seeing you standing there, casting a heavenly light on him, akin to a saint, he felt the worst he ever has.

"I actually came here because I wanted to ask you something, i didn't know you were sick". You looked nervous, deku figured it was because you were seeing him in such a fucked up state. You crouched down next to him. "You don't look too well, let me make you a tea".

"No, no, I'm fine". "No I already made up my mind deku. You're getting a nice chamomile tea". And with a quick "be right back" you slipped out of his room.

You returned with a steaming cup of tea in your fidgety hands. You slipped into his room and made your way over to deku, who was now sitting on the edge of his bed. It really pained you, seeing him like this, but you had sworn to yourself that you would do it. You figured that you just HAD to act on your feelings or they would eat you alive, even if deku was sick right now. Of course the fear over dekus reaction was already eating you alive.

"Why did you come to my room to begin with?". Deku took the words right out of your mouth. Whatever. It's now or never.

You took a deep breath and started "I've had something on my mind for a while now. And I don't know how you'll react but I just really want to clear the air between us."

Deku took in a shaky breath but you continued "I like how up-beat, caring and sweet you are. How you never leave anyone out and how intense your desire and passion to learn and help others is. I guess what I'm trying to say is that i really like you and i was wondering if you would want to go out sometime? As... more than friends?"

You physically couldn't bring yourself to look up from the pralines that you had taken out of your bag and which you were now clutching.

With every passing second of silence you wanted to fade into nothingness more and more. When you looked up to hand him the chocolate, you had to gasp.

Deku's furrowed brows, puffy and glassy eyes made your breath hitch. Just as you were about to start apologizing for making him cry he laid his scarred hand over yours.

"Yes". With his answer, short and sweet, it felt like a thousand kilogram weight was lifted off of your shoulders. Like two magnets you two clashed against each other and connected in a fierce hug. Your rib cages clashing against one another, your hands buried in his shirt and his hands curling around your waist.

Your heart was beating rapidly and feeling dekus face in the crook of your neck sent shivers down your spine. You felt as if you two just cultivated a piece of heaven.

You managed to peel yourself off of him after a while and you two had an in depth conversation about everything that happened and how you imagine your future to be.

The both of you could not stop grinning from cheek to cheek through the whole conversation and you thanked your lucky stars extra that night.

bakugo:

You jogged over to the sports hall. You were late for your weekly sparring matches. You locked yourself out of your dorm room and even forgot your running shoes lying on the floor. So you had to get the spare key and bring it back which resulted in you being super late.

You arrive at the hall after all, and after explaining the situation to aizawa he tells you that the only partner that's left is bakugo and that you're gonna have to sparr with him.

Your shoulders drop at his words. This is so much worse than any scolding you could've imagined. Of course. Of course the universe wanted to punish you, not only by making your fall head over heels for the guy who despises every fibre of you, no, but also by frequently forcing you to fight him.

And just like that he had you pinned against the floor, you fought against his grip but he didnt seem to budge. The anger was bubbling inside of your chest and it was getting harder to push it down. When would he STOP being so hard on you? Why did you have to have a crush on him of all people! AND WHY DOES HE HATE YOU SO MUCH?.

Before you knew it, your emotions got the better of you and you had bitten him so hard that he yelled in pain. This gave you an opening to slip out of his grip.

Unfortunately bakugo's anger seemed to be a neverending resource and you could practically already hear another explosion coming. "WHAT THE FUCK?! DID YOU JUST FUCKING BITE ME?!"

You skillfully converted your guilt into anger and directed it against him once more. "Yes! Because you deserve it, you piece of shit!"

You two moved so quickly that watching the fight transpire would be physically painful. With alternating hits, dodges and words exchanged, this felt like much more than a simple sparring match.

This match was different than every previous match and the bleeding bite mark and bakugos bicep was a painful reminder of that. Slightly out of breath he began shouting "What the fuck is wrong with you today?!"

"With me?! What the hell is wrong with you! You keep picking on me! You keep fighting me!"

You were cursing yourself up and down for becoming emotional, but how could you not? Tears started forming in your eyes as you continued shouting "I never did anything to you! I was always kind! I don't deserve this hatred! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LIKE ME BACK?!"

And just as the shouted words left your lips it dawned on you that you just let your best kept secret spill "..what?"

Bakugo looked at you with wide eyes, not certain if he had heard you correctly now.

The energy shifted and bakugos muscles went lax as he lowered his arm. Guilt was not only creeping in, it was enveloping him now. Suddenly he realised just how shitty he had been acting towards you. His own feelings for you suddenly felt exposed as well, his face falling into a mix of shock and a smile.

"What?" You asked him, all traces of anger wiped from your face. The unfamiliar expression on bakugos face made an uneasy feeling brew in your stomach.

"I do...". The words left bakugos lips and like a spell it turned you two into shy messes, stumbling over words and fidgeting with your hands.

"So...." "So?" "do you like ... wanna go out ... sometime?"

Blush spread across both of your cheeks. Intensifying as you muttered a shy "Yes, id love that".

Now you two just had to pray to god that none of the other students had heard you screaming...

Shoto:

Shoto was super perceptive of things happening in the real world, but of feelings? Not so much. He was aware when they started bubbling in his chest, when they were threatening to erupt but before that they went unnoticed a lot.

That's exactly what happened with his feelings for you, he didn't notice when that 'damn I really like them' started morphing into a 'damn I really love them' and much less when his heart started bleeding at the thought of you.

It was easy to ignore the slight changes in shotos behavior. It was easy to dismiss the worries by saying you were too paranoid but you just couldn't put a halt to the gnawing, the constant worry. He just seemed different in a way you couldn't pinpoint.

The bell rang marking the end of your day. Conversations ensued and the noise was accompanied by people packing their stuff and making plans. You saw shoto making quick work of his bag and you decided to take your chance.

You quickly crammed your supplies into your bag and jogged to catch up to him.

"Heya!", you greeted him with a smile. Shoto replied with a surprised "Hey".

"Do you have any plans now?". "No" "Perfect".

It didn't take long to convince Shoto to go check out a new cafe with you and soon enough you were walking side by side through the bustling streets.

You kept stealing glances, evaluating what you're seeing. He noticed of course, which made you turn away. There was no doubt that he somehow changed, were the bags under his eyes slightly more pronounced or were you just seeing things?

You wiped your sweaty hands on the outside of your legs, collecting your courage to ask. "So... is everything okay?"

Shoto tilted his head slightly before answering "of course, why wouldn't it be?". "Well... You've been a little distant lately, and uhm... more quiet. So i just wanted to make sure that nothing is up...".

You tried smiling at him but he saw that it was shaky, he saw the genuine worry on your face and it surprised him. Now that shoto was thinking about it you really were right. He couldn't sleep, focus or enjoy his usual pastimes the way he used to. But he never would've expected someone to notice it especially when he hadn't even noticed it himself.

"You know I'm just saying I'm a little worried, and we haven't hung out in a while... So uhhm if I've done something wrong or insulting please just tell me. I've been thinking back but I couldn't really tell what it was that made you want to have less-"

"y/n" Shoto interrupted your mumbled rant. You turned your head towards him, waiting for his words.

"It's not like that." "It isn't?" "No, don't worry".

Although shotos words were only partially true, he really didn't want to make you worry. He did feel different and he didn't know why, but your concern made him feel weirdly warm inside.

"As long as I'm with you everything is good"

You couldn't help but blush, and in return shoto blushed. The silence between you felt so thick as if it could turn into a blanket any moment and wrap you two in it.

After a while you worked up the courage to ask "wow this feels suspiciously like a date "

Without missing a beat he answered, "I like the sound of that". "Then let's make it one".

Before reaching the cafe your hand had found its way into his. The way his cheeks glowed light pink made your heart beat even more ferociously and this afternoon was just the first of many spent in that very same cafe.

iida:

The last couple of weeks iida seemed to be different. Completely overworked and stressed to hell and back.

It worries you deeply to see him like this. You were constantly wondering whether he was taking care of himself. The bags under his eyes seemed to be more pronounced and his participation in class seemed more shallow even though he was working more than before.

But whenever you wanted to investigate and find something out he seemed totally normal. He held a conversation just fine, he made you laugh and you enjoyed every second spent with him. But something wasn't right, you just knew it!

He was hanging up the new schedule for class duty when you saw an opening. You approached him with a clipboard in hand.

"Iida do you have a couple of minutes to spare? I'm collecting data for a study I'm conducting. It's supposed to help the planning of the schedule for future generations"

Of course that was all a lie, but it's not like he would find out. At least not immediately and that's what counts.

You began asking standard mental health questions about sleep, stress and self doubts. The answers surprised you. Of course you knew that iida had always been disciplined but this seemed like a little too much, training a little too hard, studying a little too long, sleeping too little. You had to do something.

"Hmmm, iida I have to tell you that your results are by far the most alarming. You're going to have to change parts of your schedule."

"What? What does that have to do with your study?"

"Oh- uhm nothing. But I'm just saying this as your friend now. Thanks to the study I have sketched out a standard routine, with a little bit of tweaking I can make it perfect for you"

Iida seemed suspicious of you and asked more questions which you all dodged like a pro. You were really good at persuading iida so it was only a matter of time until he accepted your offer.

It wouldn't be you if you didn't get the most out of it though. You got him to agree to meet in his dorm room to discuss further details and courses of action later.

One thing that was unmistakable though is that when he was talking to you, his mind was sharper, his sentences more clearly structured, his words more precisely picked and his cheeks tinted with an adorable pink hue.

Not long after iida told you he had to go somewhere and that you would talk later. So of course you got him to confirm your idea and as you said goodbye you shouted over to him

"It's a date then~"

The wink you shot him was the finishing touch, he disappeared in the crowd with burning cheeks and a rapidly beating heart.

Denki:

You always saw denki as a one in a million type of guy. The type of guy to remember the songs you liked and try to subtly incorporate them into his playlist when you were hanging out. The type of guy who would try to impress you with card and skateboard tricks. The type of guy who could joke for days, the type of guy you would scour the earth for. And harboring these feelings for him made it all the more difficult not to lose your mind when you heard him belittle himself so much.

Months passed but denki didn't pass up any opportunity to point words against himself. He was calling himself everything from stupid to ugly to incompetent, all of which were just factually untrue and one day you just couldn't do it anymore.

"You would never go out with an ugly boy like me, i just know it" Instead of taking the high road and trying to tell him hes pretty you bluntly state "I would if I could".

"What?", denkis voice hit an unusual cadence and the shock was dripping from it.

"What?", you ask back with a cocky tone.

"What did you just say?" Denkis self doubts seemed to be rather serious if he still asked you, his voice full of disbelief.

"I said I would if I could. You're cute, funny and lovely to be around, I can't think of a single reason not to go on a date with you"

You weren't sure if it was his quirk or just your hearts but there were definitely sparks. And as he smashed his lips against yours, connecting them in a passionate kiss, you praised the heavens for this gift.

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Too Much to Stay, Too Much to Leave - Poly!Stray Kids x Fem!Reader

Halloo!! Welcome2 to this story. So, I tried to write angst this time even though Im so sure this is suck. And I'm making a happy ending (again) IM A SUCKER FOR HAPPY ENDING. Niweys, enjoy guys!!

WARNING: Argument, hyunjin being a bit of a tiny shit, insecurities, depression, no proofread, etc...

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Y/N had always been good at pretending. It was a skill she had perfected over the years—smiling just enough to keep people from asking questions, laughing at the right moments so no one would worry. She had spent so much time convincing herself that her problems weren’t worth burdening others with, that she had no right to drag anyone down with her own struggles.

And when she fell in love with them—eight of them—she made a silent promise to herself. She wouldn’t let her burdens become theirs.

They already had enough on their plates. Their careers, their responsibilities, their stress. The last thing they needed was her weight dragging them down. So she kept quiet. She smiled even when it hurt. She swallowed her pain even when it felt like she was choking on it. Maybe, if she faked it long enough, it would start to feel real.

But hiding from them? That was impossible.

It started with small things. Little changes they couldn’t ignore. She no longer clung to them like before. The warmth in her touch faded, her voice became distant, and her once bright laughter barely made an appearance. Her appetite dwindled, and her presence in their home became more like a ghost—there, but not really. They noticed. Of course, they did. But they didn’t know how to bring it up without pushing her further away.

Until one night, everything finally exploded.

The dorm was suffocatingly quiet.

Y/N sat curled up on the couch, staring at her phone without really seeing anything. The weight in her chest was unbearable, but she had grown used to it. That was until Hyunjin’s voice shattered the silence like glass.

“Can you stop looking so miserable all the time?”

Her breath caught in her throat as she slowly lifted her head, eyes wide in shock. “What…?”

Hyunjin was staring at her, frustration clear in his sharp gaze. The others stiffened, but no one moved to stop him.

“I said,” he repeated, voice colder now, harsher, “can you stop acting like you’re the only one with problems? Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to always walk on eggshells around you?”

The words hit like a gunshot.

She opened her mouth to respond, but Hyunjin wasn’t finished

“You just sit there with that look on your face, like we’re supposed to read your mind. You won’t talk to us, won’t let us in, but then you act like we’re the bad guys for not knowing what’s wrong.”

Her hands trembled.

“You’re not the only one who’s tired, Y/N. We all have things we’re dealing with. At least we talk to each other instead of making everyone else feel like shit.”

Silence.

Her ears were ringing. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. But the worst part? No one stepped in.

No one told him to stop. No one told him he was being unfair.

Something inside her cracked.

She let out a soft, bitter laugh, shaking her head. “You’re right.”

Hyunjin blinked, the anger in his face flickering into something else—something uncertain.

“I guess I’m just a burden to you guys, huh?” she whispered.

“Y/N, that’s not what I—”

But she was already walking away.

And not a single one of them stopped her. That’s when she knew. She didn’t belong here anymore.

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The dorm was dead silent after she left.

Hyunjin let out a heavy breath, rubbing his hands over his face. He hadn’t meant it. He was just frustrated. But the weight of what he had said was already sinking in.

“What the hell was that, Hyunjin?” Chan’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tense air.

Hyunjin’s head snapped up. “What?”

“You went too far,” Felix said quietly, arms crossed over his chest.

Hyunjin scoffed. “You guys see how she is! She won’t talk to us, she keeps pushing us away! What else was I supposed to do?”

“You were supposed to help her, not make her feel worse.” Lee Know’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it.

“She already thinks she’s a burden,” Seungmin muttered. “You basically just confirmed it for her.”

Guilt twisted in his stomach.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Hyunjin whispered.

“It doesn’t matter what you meant,” Jeongin said softly. “It matters what she heard.”

For the first time, Hyunjin felt sick to his stomach.

Had he really just pushed her away? Had they all just let it happen?

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Y/N didn’t come home that night. Or the next. Or the one after that.

The longer she stayed away, the worse the ache in their chests became. Guilt clawed at them, regret weighing heavy on their shoulders.

They tried calling. No answer. Texting. No response.

Even tracking her location didn’t help, she had turned it off.

“She’s not okay,” Felix muttered, pacing the living room. “I can feel it.”

“We shouldn’t have let her leave,” Han whispered, voice thick with guilt. “We should’ve stopped her.”

Hyunjin sat on the couch, his head in his hands. The weight of his words that night crushed him. He had never hated himself more.

Then, just when they were starting to lose hope, the front door unlocked.

They turned, breath catching in their throats.

Y/N stood there, looking exhausted, drained, and smaller than they had ever seen her. She wasn’t expecting them to be home. She wasn’t expecting them at all. After all, they were supposed to be on tour.

Her lips parted slightly in surprise, but she quickly looked away, like she wasn’t sure she was even allowed to be there.

Chan was the first to move.

He crossed the room in seconds, pulling her into his arms without hesitation. And the moment he did, she broke.

Her body trembled, silent sobs shaking through her as she gripped his hoodie tightly. The others were there in an instant, surrounding her, holding her as if she might disappear again.

“We were so worried,” Felix whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out, her voice barely audible.

“No,” Hyunjin’s voice cracked. “No, we’re sorry.”

She looked up, tears clinging to her lashes. “I thought… I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

The sheer devastation on their faces made her chest tighten.

“Never,” Seungmin said firmly.

Lee Know cupped her face, gently wiping her tears. “You belong with us.”

“We love you,” Jeongin whispered. “Please don’t ever doubt that again.”

She let out a shaky breath, nodding as more tears fell.

And in that moment, surrounded by them, she realized. Maybe she had never been a burden.

Maybe, just maybe, she had always been home.

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I told you I'm shitty at making an angst story. Anyways, thank you so much for reaching this and for sure look at my list if you want to read any of my creations!

[archae10]

"oh, you aren't fine with people stimming? Very ableist of you"

no. sounds hurt me. a lot. you do not seem to understand that. lemme put it in perspective, something that I think neurotypical people can relate to: crying baby on a long flight. the baby won't shut up. Now turn that up to 12 and make it debilitating, not only is it impossible to think, it is also painful.

I do not have any problem with people that have vocal stims. I know a lot of people who have vocal stims to varying degrees. some I have trouble being around because the stims that they have grate my ears, and it makes me sad, because I know that it isn't their fault, and I do feel guilty about it, but I also know that I'm hurting myself by being in earshot. I find it really sad that there are tons of cool people I can't be around often or at all because I can't stand the stims that they have.

I have no right to judge people with vocal stims because I do not have them. but as much as I hate to say it, whether its a vocal stim or something fake, loud repetitive noises or sounds of similar types will hurt regardless.... I dunno where I was going with this... I hate loud sounds....

Also, sounds that aren't very loud, but drone on and on don't hurt, per se, but they are extremely uncomfortable. ... I really feel like I derailed this topic... I just hate noises... just neurodivergent things, I guess

ALSO PLEASE STOP TURNING ON LIGHTS SPECIFICALLY FOR ME. IF I WANTED THEM, I WILL TURN THEM ON.

LIGHTS.

FUCKING.

HURT.

[cosmicalily]

"i wanna know why" a seo changbin oneshot by @cosmicalily

"i asked you a question, i wanna know why (and you don't know why), yeah, i wanna know why (and you don't know why), why'd you have to make a record 'bout me?" - 'song about me' by tv girl

author's note: this has been marinating in my drafts for long enough so i'm finally letting her out !! a little something for you guys to nibble on while i'm likely inactive and working my ass off on a lot of major outcome projects for art and design (save me) warnings: implied breakup, exes to ??

The afternoon that you burst through Seo Changbin’s door was gloomy, dark and rainy, the clouds like a curtain over the bright, clear sky you’d woken up to. Your drive had been far from safe, using driving laws as a suggestion moreso than a regulation. Sure, your speed had been at least five kilometres above the set limit, but you had a reason. 

You’d heard his song on the fucking radio.

Hair damp from the short trek from your car to his front door, tank top twisted and jeans crumpled, you’d used the key that he’d forgotten to take back from you two years ago. A part of you had wondered if after all this time, he’d finally moved from his small apartment, but no. His car still sat in the driveway, right next to where you’d haphazardly parked yours.

“Changbin?” you’d called, pulling off your wet Converse and shutting the door behind you.

There’d been a bang of furniture, a mumble of curses and the sound of a door creaking open before Changbin stood before you, chest bare and shiny, sweatpants tugged on awkwardly.

Oh god, had he been mid fuck?

“I just got out of the shower,” he said calmly, as if reading your expression.

“Right.”

There was a pause, and he looked you up and down. Suddenly, you felt self-conscious of your state, running a hand through your hair and pulling down your tank top from where it had ridden up. He wasn’t looking at you with resentment or disgust, though. Or lust, for the matter.

He had this weird, soft smile on his face. A little bit sad, almost longing.

You tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat.

“That song-” you began, and his eyes suddenly shifted from yours, a hand moving to rub the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“I’m guessing you heard it?”

“On the radio at Felix’s. He told me not to come back, you know. He hates you.”

“Yeah, I’m aware,” Changbin let out a soft sigh, biting his lower lip a little.

“And he hates you more now, because of that stupid song, which somehow is now actually popular-”

“-But what did you think of it? I don’t actually give a flying fuck what Felix thinks, the song wasn’t about him.” Changbin interrupted you, his eyes moving back to yours.

You paused, swallowing, feeling surprisingly vulnerable.

“It was . . .fine.”

Changbin’s eyes dropped and he nodded with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as he sat down on the sofa. “That’s all?”

“No, no, I liked it,” you mumbled, feeling stupid. “I like all of your music. You know that. I just didn’t expect it.”

“Okay.”

“I didn’t expect you to release it, at least. I knew the song existed.”

Changbin let out a soft snort. “I’d hope so, considering you watched me write every single lyric.”

“But why now?”

“Why not? Business is business.”

Your heart dropped a little. “Right. Business.”

“It is my job, remember,” Changbin reminded you gently, noticing your slight shift in demeanor. “Like, I do have to release the songs I write. Or else I’ll end up homeless.”

You nodded, feeling stupid about having come all this way for a song that he’d released for apparently no emotional reason at all.

It was just a song to him, wasn’t it?

“That being said, I’m happy you heard it. I’m even happier you came. Whilst it was primarily a monetary move, I can’t deny the fact that there might have been some hope behind it. Maybe,” he said, not meeting your eye.

“It wasn’t all in my head?”

“Nope. You definitely were, though. In my head.”

“Right.”

“Right.”

Changbin cleared his throat. You glanced at your phone.

“So. The rain,” Changbin said, looking out the window. It was pouring even heavier now, the sound echoing on the roof of his house. “It might be a bit dangerous to drive home. I wouldn’t want you crashing or something.”

“Yes, Changbin, I’ll stay the night,” you smiled, rolling your eyes at him. 

“And other nights after that? If I play my cards right this time?”

“If you play your records right, rockstar,” you corrected, shifting your body on top of his. He gave your waist a gentle squeeze, and you took in his warm scent. It was clean, soapy from the shower. Familiar.

Felix would be angry. You didn’t really care.

You were so fucking thankful he’d written that song about you.

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The Better Cousin ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: you agreed to be your friend's date to his cousin's birthday, it got complicated when he started flirting with a girl. You end up confiding in Joaquín when he approaches you.

tw: fem!reader, limited use of y/n, cabnw spoliers, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

This did not turn out the way I wanted it but it's whatever.

I'm just finishing up some things I have in my drafts so that way I will less guilty when I have to stop posting while I'm dealing with my family thing.

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It was as simple, accepting to be your friend's date. He was tired of his family asking when he was going to get a girlfriend. You loved him, sure, but you weren't in love with him. There was no feelings which is why you were so comfortable with it. Sure, you had to go on a roadtrip with your work friend all the way to Arizona.

It was going well, you met his family and had a good time. That's when him and some of his cousin's decided to go to a bar after the party. Which is where you found yourself, sitting alone and staring at him as he flirted and made out with a blonde.

"Hey, y/n, right?" Joaquín, one of the cousin's you had yet to talk to, asked when he sat down. "I'm Joaquín," he offered his hand and you shook it.

"Hi," you awkwardly told him, not knowing what else to say.

"Where's Richie?" Joaquín looked around and you saw the moment he spotted Richie. "Is he?"

"Making out with a blonde? Yeah," you shrugged, knowing that after this he would tell his family that you two broke up.

"You don't sound upset," Joaquín looked back at you.

"Richie and I aren't actually dating, we're friends. Coworkers mostly, he just didn't want to be hounded by your family about being single," you grabbed your drink, just a non-alcoholic Shirley Temple, the jingle of your bracelets causing Joaquín to look at them.

"Really?"

"Yeah, we had a plan. I was going to show up with him and then in like a week or so he was going to say we either broke up or come clean. Whichever he chose, I was willing to be the bad guy," you shrugged, not really caring.

"What's the plan now that he's making out with her?" Joaquín sounded genuinely curious.

"Here comes the rest of your family, so I guess I'm coming clean," you told Joaquín as his family came up with sympathy. There was a lot of comforting words from them, it made you smile knowing that even though they've only know you for a day they were willing to comfort you.

"I'll go fight his ass," Felix told you before moving to walk away.

"Wait," you called out, gently grasping his wrist. "It's ok, and I'm not just saying that. Richie and I are coworkers, friends. He just didn't want you guys to ask about a girlfriend so I said I would pretend. Truly, it's my fault, I suggested it. Well, not that I would be his fake girlfriend but that he could just lie about having one, he asked me if I would pretend. And I'm going to stop talking now," you realized you were rambling. Everyone around you just nodded and you realized how they weren't in the least bit shocked.

"Oh, thank goodness," one of the female cousins, Angeline, laughed. "No offense, but you could do so much better than Richie. Trust me," he smiled at you and you smiled back. Everyone dispersed from around you, minus Joaquín.

"They weren't shocked," you stated in slight disbelief.

"Every time he was asked something about you or talked about you, he sounded so disinterested. Everyone thought this was once sided and didn't want to hurt your feelings," Joaquín told you and you raised your eyebrows.

"Oh, I guess I never thought about how bad he was at acting," you mumbled.

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You and Joaquín had been talking for hours, both of you hadn't been drinking. You were approached a few minutes ago by various cousins saying they were headed home. You two were only still there waiting on Richie to either go home with the blonde or come over staying he was ready to go.

"So you're the new Falcon?" You were leaning close to Joaquín, the music in the bar had been turned down a little but it was still relatively loud.

"I am, I just have to finish healing before Sam will let me do anything," Joaquín told you. He had told you about what happened at Celestial Island.

"That's cool," you're eyes tracked Richie as he walked over.

"Are you two ok with me going with Ginny?" He pointed his thumb over to the blonde he's been talking to all night.

"That's fine with me," you looked over at Joaquín who nodded.

"Well, see you two," Richie ran over to Ginny and you looked back at Joaquín.

"Ready to go home?" Joaquín stood and offered you his hand, which you accepted.

"I hope you mean back to your family home because I live all the way out in DC," you joked.

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Joaquín and you carefully walked back into the house, most of the lights were off which is why you both slightly jumped when you ran into his mother in the living room. You stepped closer to him while he wrapped his arm around your shoulders in fear.

"Oh, Quino, y/n, you two are home," she gave you a smile. "The others told the rest of us all about the plan you and Richie had, my dear," her smile shifted into a knowing one.

"I'm sorry about lying to all of you," you hung your head slightly.

"It's ok," you missed the way her eyes went between you and Joaquín. His arm still around your shoulders and you stepping even closer. "I understand wanting to help a friend, plus maybe there's come good in this after all. We did get to meet you," she smiled and you looked back up at her with one of your own. "Oh, I hope you don't mind but we moved some people into the room you were supposed to stay in. I hope you don't mind having to share a room with Quino."

"Oh," you are Joaquín shared a look. "I don't mind if you don't," you told Joaquín.

"I don't," he told you.

"Good, we moved you things in there. Now run along to bed you two," Joaquín's mom told you, both of you wishing her a good night before going upstairs to bed.

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"You two know," Richie started talking, it had been a few years since you first went with him to his cousin's birthday. You and Joaquín had been dating for 2 of those. "You two wouldn't be together if it weren't for me," Richie gloated, you were sitting on Joaquín's lap laughing. You felt his arms tighten around your waist.

"Hm, and you wouldn't be single if you just listened to me and asked Ginny out. Yet here you are, single and moping because you're a coward," you gave Richie a bitchy smile.

"You win, this time," he told you.

"I win every time, how else do you think I got the better cousin?" You leaned back into Joaquín as everyone laughed.

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Bucktommy Angst Week

Day 1 - Crash That Helicopter/Jeep

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(re-)established bucktommy, 450 words

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This is what he gets for asking Evan to take it slow, Tommy thinks. This is what he gets for wanting and asking for another chance. This is what he gets for falling in love. This is what he gets for letting Evan Buckley into his life in the first place.

"I'm sorry," Evan whispers, a little laugh bubbling out of his throat. "I know you just—you just planted that garden—"

"Help is on the way," Tommy says, more to himself than to Evan, who's thinking about his lawn. "And fuck that garden, I'll plant another one. Or I won't. Vegetables next time. Or different flowers. Or nothing at all."

"You don't believe in that stuff, right?" Evan asks. "Like, bad luck, or curses, or—or punishment? Like I wanted a good thing so much that I deserve this?"

"I thought your family was Episcopalian."

"I told you that?" It takes Evan a minute before he half-smiles, laughs under his breath. "I wasn't really listening. To them, or myself, I guess."

"Don't fall asleep, Evan. I'll pull out my phone and start blasting my Best of Jock Jams playlist," Tommy says. "I will blast the Space Jam song so loudly into your face—actually you know what, tell me what the chorus to Space Jam is, I know you know it. Tell me the year and the chorus Space Jam."

"Don't make me laugh," Evan says, tearing up. "I don't know that song."

"The hell you don't. It's the one with Space Jam in it. Didn't they play it in your gym classes as a kid? It was like, 1996 or 97."

"I was three."

Tommy laughs and can't help pressing his forehead to Evan's. He's pinned to the dashboard, or between the wheel and his seat, and Tommy wishes that his arms were actually a set of jaws of life that could pry the Jeep open and pull him out of there. Evan had swerved to avoid one of the stray cats on Tommy's street and somehow ended up spinning into Tommy's lawn and getting the mailbox through the windshield. Fuck that mailbox. All it ever did was collect his junk mail and almost impale his—

His boyfriend (rev). Tommy's Boyfriend: Volume II. His Evan.

Finally there's sirens turning onto the street. Tommy laughs with relief and kisses Evan's cheek, the corner of his lips, all he can reach. "See? Help's here, and we can finish this conversation not in the Jeep."

"It's not totaled, is it?"

"I'll fix it." Tommy laughs, stupid and teary. The ambulance has pulled up and an unfamiliar crew is coming over now. "I'll do anything," he promises.

[kimberlychapman]

I'm a citizen of Canada, the UK, and the USA. Born in Canada to a Scottish father, immigrated to the USA for a time and became a citizen there because adopting a child required it. Now living in the UK. I have US-born children, one of whom would qualify as an "anchor baby" except we're white so the entire time we lived in Texas I referred to that child as an "anchor baby" when Republicans I knew railed on about "anchor babies" but they liked my little white child so they were horrified and I regularly put it to them that the term should horrify them regardless of who it's used on.

Anyway.

Point is, I am an American citizen, ptui. And that spit noise has been since before 2016, because Bush was also terrible and tbh Obama has a lot to answer for internationally too.

Anyone who lives literally anywhere else on the planet knows Americans make deals like the Vader "pray I do not alter it further" thing over and over and over again. They make excuses for invasions, especially if there's oil on the table...or now I guess it's other minerals too. They backstab. They veto shit that they don't want to face at the UN level themselves. They put economic interests over everything, even when other nations do get together to rarely do the right thing that isn't all about money. American governments over and over again have thwarted global efforts towards climate change, LGBTQ+ rights, misogyny, public health issues, etc. if they had too many corporate lobbies against it.

And for decades on the internet any time anyone pointed out, "Hey, the US is doing a jerk thing over here," legions of Americans would show up to argue, "Yeah, well, what about [other country] doing this over here?!" Occasionally it was related, but usually not. The constant straw men, goalpost-moving, and other misdirections are so exhausting that anyone with experience in online discussions was used to deal with American exceptionalism bullshit long, long before Trump walked into his first presidency.

And Americans have been all too happy to blame everyone from [X] country for their leaders' doings, even ones where there were not democratic elections.

So yeah. Fuck it. Nobody wants to give the US a pass anymore and it's not just because of Trump in the here and now. It's decades of exhaustion at dealing with the "rah rah USA USA" crowd. FFS I have complained about "rah rah USA USA" on goddamned usenet when I accessed it on an amber monitor at university in the early 1990s.

And when I lived in the US, I warned people. When I left the US, I warned people. I said, "Stop socialising with racists. Stop platforming MAGAs in your Facebook threads, even if they're your buddy/auntie/whatever. Stop normalising all of this crap." And I got ignored, or occasionally told I was the intolerant one...by people ostensibly on "my side".

Now Americans want to pull the, "Well I didn't vote for him" card? Nah. None of the rest of us are having it. I didn't vote for him either, but that's completely irrelevant. Because he's there. He's there after decades of normalising the path to someone like him. He's there for lots of reasons, many of which are the burden of all Americans and even a few key Russians. He's there, this is reality, nobody gets to hide behind a shield of, "Well I didn't vote for him."

Because the whole "Well I didn't vote for him" excuse is exactly the same as "Not all men." Just as we don't let cis men get away with that excuse when we decry cis male violence, Americans don't get a free pass card because "not all".

When you're part of a privileged, dominant demographic that is harming others, it is on you to take the criticism and work towards ending the problem, not reflect it back and blame the victims.

Elbows fucking up, and any American who doesn't like it is invited to get to work with their own elbow grease in their own way.

As an American, I need another Americans to sit down and take the verbal beatings from people in other countries. Even if you somehow ignore the current administration, this country has been a blight on the world. It will take millions of years for the earth to recover from what we have, and will, put it through. Oh, it hurts your feelings? You don’t like lying in the bed you made? Good. Maybe it’ll inspire you to fucking do something. Shame is a powerful tool.

Yeah, there’s simply going to be a lot of ill will towards America that is probably quite unusual for Americans experiencing it.

At the end of the day, every country needs to protect its citizens. Constant threats on Canadian sovereignty, demands for Greenland, betraying allies in NATO and Ukraine, constant threats of tariffs and trade wars - the average US citizen isn’t even being considered by policymakers in other countries.

It might also be surprising to hear that it’s not other countries responsibility to save the US from itself either. Seen a lot of sentiment online along the lines of ‘Canada help us!’ as if Canada is somehow able to engineer Trump’s resignation.

And some people might think I’ve done a bit of a 180 on how I’d normally comment on situations like this - But that’s the reality for millions of people outside the US now. America has elected a leader that’s openly betraying and threatening its allies. I don’t really know how else to explain it.

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Deuce Spade - Night Sky Chiffon Vignette

I heard him challenge me and I just…

[Library – Entrance Hall]

Riddle: The Princess in the Tower used a frying pan on a thief built like a brick in the closet…

[staaaaare]

Jack: ME!?

Kalim: I mean, you're the tallest out of all of us, right?

Deuce: There aren't any closets in the library… So I guess we'll need to use a supply room instead.

Jack: Hey, don't just ignore me! How were you planning on using "this" to lock me in, anyway?

Deuce: That's where I'm stuck. Housewarden, none of the books said how it was done, right?

Riddle: Correct. There's nothing written other than "The thief was locked up using the frying pan."

Deuce: So we gotta come up with something on our own, huh. Hmmm… I can't really think of what to use it for other than frying eggs.

Jack: I think "frying eggs" is a bit too specific. But I do agree, I can't think of anything else but using it to cook.

Kalim: Saaame. I can't think of anything.

Riddle: Perhaps when she came across the thief, she just happened to have a frying pan in her hands.

Deuce: I see. I guess if you're holding a frying pan, it could be used to intimidate a thief somewhat.

Deuce: Plus, maybe if I raised it up high like this…

Jack: Hmph, what, you think that's threatening?

Jack: It's said he was a thief, so he's probably had to deal with guards, or needed to run for long periods.

Jack: But the princess had been locked up in the tower forever, and never squared off against another person before.

Jack: Can't imagine the thief would ever lose to the princess unless he was somehow tied down or something.

Deuce: Who knows? The princess was always doing a ton of climbing, which woulda build up muscle.

Jack: What, you wanna go?

Deuce: Yeah, let's go!

Kalim: Ahahaha, suddenly Deuce's the Princess in the Tower and Jack's become the thief!

Riddle: You two are getting too heated. Leave your little tiff for later.

Deuce: Ah, sorry! I heard him challenge me and I just…

Deuce: …Oh!

Deuce: What if the princess didn't fight him or use force to stop him, but challenged him to something to make him listen to her?

Kalim: What's that supposed to mean?

Deuce: Jack just said, "Can't imagine the thief would ever lose to the princess," right?

Deuce: What if the thief also thought the same thing? I bet he wouldn't turn down a challenge from the princess, then.

Riddle: I see, so she used his carelessness to her advantage.

Jack: If what Deuce says is true and he lost to her in some way, I can understand the thief listening to her, sure…

Jack: But that still doesn't explain how the frying pan was used.

Kalim: Mmm… Oh hey, maybe it was used for tennis? A frying pan and a racket are pretty much the same thing.

Riddle: There's no ball, now is there? And it would be a massive issue if a ball or racket were to hit the books!

Riddle: Although, it may not be too bad of an idea to consider some sort of game that would utilize something similar to a frying pan.

Deuce: Something similar to a frying pan, huh. It'd have to have a rounded end and a thin handle…

Deuce: …A spoon?

Deuce: Oh yeah, if it's that one game that uses a spoon, then...!!

Kalim: Hm? You come up with something, Deuce?

Deuce: Yes! The "Egg Race"!

Jack: Egg Race? What's that?

Riddle: It's a common game that's played on sports days back in the Queendom of Roses.

Deuce: You balance a whole egg on a spoon and run towards the goal. The fastest one is the winner.

Deuce: I think the rules are different depending on where it's played, like some places'll disqualify you if you drop the egg, and others just make you start all over.

Jack: So, in other words, you're saying we should try playing this Egg Race thing with a frying pan instead of a spoon?

Deuce: Yeah. Wouldn't that make it a challenge that can be done with a frying pan?

Kalim: I like the idea! Oh, but… We don't have eggs. Should we ask someone to bring some?

Riddle: I find it hard to believe that an egg would fall easily from the surface of a frying pan, in the first place.

Deuce: It'll work. I've thought about that too!

Deuce: We still have a ton of sugar cubes left over that was brought in with the tea set.

Deuce: We'll stack them up high in the center of the frying pan, and whoever makes it to the goal without letting them topple over wins.

Deuce: How's that sound?

Riddle: It's not that difficult to stack cubes of sugar, though…

Kalim: Ack, they all fell over when I picked up the frying pan. It's gonna be hard to run while keeping it balanced.

Riddle: But it may be easy to implement in the library… Let us try Deuce's idea.

Deuce: Alright. So, Jack!

Deuce: IT'S TIME TO DUEL, YOU AND ME, WITH THIS SUGAR CUBE RACE!

Jack: What!?

[Library – Entrance Hall]

Deuce: Alright. So, Jack!

Deuce: IT'S TIME TO DUEL, YOU AND ME, WITH THIS SUGAR CUBE RACE!

Jack: What!?

Riddle: Ah, yes, if we are to consider this a competition between the prince and the thief, then a head-to-head duel is appropriate.

Kalim: Ahahah! Jack and Deuce, one-on one, huh! This is gonna be good～!

Deuce: If I win against you, I'm gonna have you go into that supply room over there.

Jack: You really want that duel with me, huh… What are you trying to pull here?

Deuce: Nothing? Oh, I get it. You're scared.

Deuce: I mean, if you think you can't beat me, we can think of a different idea…

Jack: Huh? Who's scared?

Jack: I didn't say I wasn't gonna do it. I'll take you on!

Deuce: The goal is the bookshelf on the far wall. The one who can make it there without letting the sugar cubes fall over wins.

Jack: Yeah, yeah, I know the rules. Let's start already.

Kalim: Okay, get yourselves lined up. Ready… SET, GO!

Jack/Deuce: LET'S GOOOO!!!!!

[dash!!]

Jack: Woah, the sugar cubes almost fell over already.

Jack: Tch… I want to pick up more speed, but running without letting it fall is taking all my focus.

Riddle: His sugar cubes almost toppled over right at his starting dash, but it looks like he recovered somehow.

Riddle: It seems like Jack has changed it up and opted to take larger strides.

Riddle: There's not a single wasted movement in his steps, he's very consistent. I'm sure his core is very well built.

Kalim: Jack's just zooming along! But Deuce hasn't moved at all from the start line.

Kalim: He's been adjusting how he holds the frying pan for a while now… Is he having trouble keeping the sugar cubes standing?

Riddle: No… Take a look. DEUCE IS OFF AND RUNNING!

Kalim: He's so fast!! But if he hurries too much, the sugar cubes'll fall over.

Kalim: …Huh, they're not moving at all. Deuce is almost caught up to Jack. This is turning out to be an awesome match!

Riddle: This is no time to be enjoying the race with your commentary. It will all come down to whether this can be considered passable for this specific anecdote.

Kalim: Oh, right. But we can still cheer for them, right? KEEP IT UP, YOU TWO!!!

Riddle: How carefree… Oh.

Riddle: Deuce has almost caught up to Jack, even though he had a delayed start…!

Jack: Urk, when did you...!

Deuce: You sure you can afford to look away? I'll be taking the lead now!!

Jack: Wait! Dammit, his running is so smooth…!

[dash!!]

Kalim: Deuce has passed Jack… and widened the lead!!

Riddle: THE RACE IS OVER! THE WINNER IS DEUCE SPADE!!

Deuce: YEAH!

Kalim: Deuce, you did amazing catching up. I totally thought Jack was gonna win.

Riddle: Indeed. I hadn't expected you to be able to run at such speeds while keeping yourself steady as you did.

Jack: …So it's not like you were trying to pull some trick on me, but you were challenging me in something you knew you could win in.

Jack: Tch… It's your win, Deuce.

Kalim: Huh, what's that mean?

Deuce: I knew I'd be able to win in the sugar cube race, is all.

Deuce: I've had tons of experience riding blastcycles up bumpy gravel roads and steep slopes.

Deuce: I'm pretty confident in my ability to keep my balance.

Riddle: So, back at the starting line, were you adjusting your grip on the frying pan, trying to figure out the best way to hold it steady?

Deuce: Pretty much, yes.

Jack: Looks like I got provoked into it.

Jack: I hate to say it, but a loss is a loss. I'll let myself get shoved into the supply room.

Jack: I'm ready to go. Do it now, Deuce!

Deuce: RIGHT, HERE WE GO, JACK!!

[SLAM!!!]

[Exterior Hallway 2F]

Riddle: We're finally back on the campus proper. We can still see the lanterns so clearly from here.

Kalim: It's so pretty～ I'm glad I get to enjoy this view with you guys.

Kalim: And hey, that sugar cube race thing that Deuce came up with sure was fun. We should all do it someday!

Deuce: I'm up for it. Though, I might just sweep all of you.

Jack: Yeah, right. I'll be the one to win it next time.

Riddle: I've grasped the concept after watching Deuce. If I participate, I won't stand to lose, either.

Deuce: You too, Housewarden…!? But, fine. Doesn't matter who I go up against, I'll never lose!

Requested by @farfalla049 and @skibidibabygirl.

[tobiosbbyghorl]

hyper&chill- sunghoon/reader gets hurt? or sunghoon always giving reader the first bite of his food

Hyper & Chill | psh

act 13: Falling For Him ( Literally)

You just wanted to surprise him.

That’s all.

Sunghoon was practically born with skates on his feet, effortlessly gliding across the ice like it was second nature. Meanwhile, you… let’s just say that the last time you attempted skating, you left with bruises in places you didn’t even know could bruise.

So, you figured—why not practice?

Why not secretly train and then shock him with your newfound skills?

It was a foolproof plan.

Until you wiped out so badly that you ended up in the hospital.

Sunghoon was in the middle of an evening workout when his phone rang.

An unknown number.

He almost didn’t pick up—he hated answering calls from random numbers.

But something in his gut told him to.

And thank God he did.

"Hello?"

"Is this Park Sunghoon?"

"Yeah?"

"This is the emergency department at Hanyang University Hospital. We have L/N Y/N here—"

Sunghoon swore his heart stopped.

"What?!" He shot up from the bench press, suddenly unable to breathe. "What happened? Is she okay?!"

"She took a bad fall while ice skating and has a sprained ankle. We’re contacting you because she listed you as her emergency contact."

Sunghoon’s world tilted.

Emergency contact?

You put him down as your emergency contact?

He didn’t even let himself dwell on it because the next second, he was grabbing his keys and running out the door.

Sunghoon practically stormed into the hospital, chest heaving as he rushed to the front desk.

"Y/N L/N. Where is she?" His voice was sharp, urgent.

The nurse blinked at his intensity but quickly pointed down the hall. "Room 312."

Sunghoon all but sprinted there.

The moment he stepped inside, his eyes immediately found you—sitting on the hospital bed, foot wrapped in a bandage, looking… far too calm for someone who just sent him into cardiac arrest.

You brightened when you saw him. "Hoonie! You came—"

"Are you insane?!"

You blinked. "Uh… what?"

Sunghoon looked deranged. His hair was messy, his breathing was uneven, and his expression was a mix of fury, worry, and something else you couldn’t quite name.

"You—why would you go ice skating alone?! Do you have a death wish?!"

You winced. "I wasn’t alone, there were other people—"

"Not the right people!" He ran a hand through his hair, trying (and failing) to calm himself down. "God, Y/N, what were you thinking?!"

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling very, very small. "I… I wanted to surprise you."

Sunghoon froze.

Your voice was so soft.

"I wanted to learn on my own and then show you later," you mumbled. "But I guess I wasn’t ready yet."

Sunghoon exhaled sharply. His shoulders relaxed just a fraction as he stepped closer to your bed.

"Idiot," he muttered, softer this time.

You pouted. "A very dedicated idiot."

Despite everything, his lips twitched.

"Yeah," he sighed, sitting down beside you. "And now you’re a dedicated idiot with a sprained ankle."

You gave him a sheepish smile. "Sorry?"

Sunghoon stared at you for a long moment before shaking his head. "You’re lucky I love you," he muttered under his breath.

Your eyes widened. "What was that?"

"Nothing." He cleared his throat, already moving to help you off the hospital bed. "Let’s get you out of here."

But you grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"Nuh-uh." You shook your head, lips curling into a mischievous smile. "You don’t just get to say that and move on like it’s nothing."

Sunghoon raised a brow. "What, you want me to say it again?"

You tilted your head. "Nope."

"Then what—"

"Kiss my boo-boo."

Sunghoon blinked. "What?"

You pointed dramatically at your bandaged ankle. "You love me, right? Then kiss my injury. Heal me with your affection."

For the first time that night, he looked like he wanted to die.

"Y/N."

"Sunghoon."

"I'm not kissing your sprained ankle."

"Why not? You just confessed your undying love for me, but you draw the line at a little affection?" You gasped in mock betrayal. "Wow. Love is dead."

Sunghoon groaned, tilting his head back in exasperation. But the way his ears turned pink betrayed him.

"Fine." He grumbled under his breath before crouching down beside the hospital bed. Then, to your utter delight, he leaned in and pressed the softest kiss to the bandage wrapped around your ankle.

Your heart flipped.

You hadn’t actually expected him to do it.

But he did.

And he did it so gently.

When he pulled back, his gaze flickered to yours, unreadable but intense. "Happy now?"

You swallowed, suddenly feeling very warm.

"...Yes."

Sunghoon smirked, standing up and ruffling your hair. "Good. Now let’s get you out of here before you make me do something even more embarrassing."

You let him help you up, still replaying that moment in your head.

You had teased him into kissing your ankle.

And he actually did it.

Yeah.

You were so keeping this power over him.

As Sunghoon helped you stand, you couldn't stop grinning. "I can’t believe you actually did it," you teased, eyes gleaming.

He scoffed, adjusting his grip around your waist to steady you. "You’re lucky I’m weak for you."

Your grin widened. "Oh? So you admit it?"

Sunghoon groaned, rolling his eyes, but the way his fingers curled slightly tighter around your waist told you everything you needed to know.

Then, before you could react, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips.

Soft. Warm. Just long enough to leave you breathless.

When he pulled back, his expression was unreadable, but his thumb brushed against your hand in a silent gesture of affection. "There. Happy now?"

Your brain short-circuited.

"...What—"

He smirked. "What? You asked for a kiss."

You sputtered, heat rushing to your face. "I said kiss my boo-boo, not me, you sneaky little—"

"Too late," he said smugly, guiding you toward the exit. "No take-backs."

You pouted, still flustered, but as Sunghoon casually intertwined his fingers with yours, you decided you didn’t really mind.

Sunghoon refused to let you go back to your own apartment.

"You live alone," he said firmly. "What if you need something? What if you fall again? You’re staying with me."

"Nothing." He cleared his throat. "Let’s get you out of here."

You barely had time to protest before he was already helping you into his car, buckling your seatbelt for you, and driving off.

By the time you reached his place, Sunghoon was in full caretaker mode.

And you?

You were thriving.

"Stop smirking," he grumbled as he set up the couch with pillows and blankets.

"But you’re being so cute," you teased.

Sunghoon shot you a look but didn’t deny it.

Instead, he grabbed his phone and ordered soup from your favorite place. "You need to eat," he muttered. "And take your medicine after."

Your heart swelled.

A while later, when the food arrived, Sunghoon handed you a bowl of his favorite dish.

You stared at it. Then at him.

"You go first," he said, nudging the spoon toward you.

Your lips parted in surprise. "But you always—"

"Just eat, Y/N," he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

Oh.

Oh, you were in danger.

This boy…

This boy, who acted like he was the coolest person on the planet, was secretly the softest human being alive.

You smiled as you took a sip of the soup, letting the warmth spread through you.

"Sunghoon," you murmured.

"What?"

"...Thank you."

He exhaled, shaking his head. "Just don’t do something this stupid again, okay?"

You grinned. "Can’t promise that."

Sunghoon groaned. But then, to your utter delight, he plopped down beside you, wrapped an arm around your waist, and buried his face into your shoulder.

Your breath hitched.

Was he… pouting?

"I really hate you sometimes," he mumbled into your hoodie.

You beamed.

"I love you too, Hoon."

And if Sunghoon tightened his hold on you after that, well—you weren’t complaining.

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"Perhaps he may yet prove his worth to me" headcanon

I have So many Ford thoughts about this era of his life, here is only a sliver of my insanity FGHJSD

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ID: a bunch of Discord screenshots showing a single user rambling about Stanford Pines from Gravity Falls. User Dimonds456 has their profile set to the autism eyes Stanley image from Lost Legends. Here is the full transcript of everything they said:

Listening to Hana's Ford video at work again today (the 5 hour one) and something they were talking about in it I kinda wanna elaborate on. The line "perhaps he can still prove his worth to me," to me, is a line that I think Ford both does mean and doesn't mean at the same time, and the reason why is. sad.

To me, this is Ford realizing he's got no way out, right? Like, contacting Stan is part of his last resort plan, the one he had to switch to once he was given the 72 hours before his life- and the world's- came to an end

Like, let's be real: the plan "I'm gonna go back up to the caves to where I first discovered Bill and hope and pray there's an answer there" REALLY ISNT a plan

Hope and pray isn't a survival strategy, but that's where Ford is at rn

Every other plan failed.

Project Mentem takes too long to encrypt, and more than likely wouldn't stop possession anyway. It would just prevent Bill from seeing Ford's thoughts and memories. Might provide some protection, but not enough.

The Bill Proof suit he isn't mechanically knowledgable enough to actually make effectively, and he doesn't know McGucket is still in town

He can't go down to the basement else risk the possibility of Bill possessing him, and if he tries to dismantle the portal, as we see in TBOB, there's a good chance Bill will just fucking torture him over it

He doesn't know about the Cipher Wheel at this point, or if he does, doesn't believe it'll help. And even if he did, he doesn't know enough people or enough about people to know who he needs

He doesn't know about using a metal plate/tinfoil hat

He couldn't get access to unicorn hair, so the barrier is out(edited)

The caves were his last resort

At this point, he knows there's a good chance he's going to die. All he can do is make sure the world stays alive after the fact. But that doesn't mean he wants to. He is fighting Bill tooth and nail, holding out for as long as he can, despite the knowledge that in 72 hours, he is going to die.

Or, if not die, he's going to be blind and subjected to Bill's every whim

To me, the "perhaps he can still prove his worth to me" line is him clinging to the one last thing he DOES have control over: his emotions. And he's choosing to be angry because anger is a better emotion to feel than fear or anxiety

Cuz at this point, his entire world has been flipped upside-down, right

Bill was evil

Fidds was right

He's second-guessing his decisions about Stanley

He writes, in code, "have I been too harsh [to Stan] all along?"

Like, over the course of a couple days/a month, his entire view of the world and how it works has spun WILDLY out of control

He can't change the fact that Bill is evil, he can't change the fact that Fidds was right, so in a desperate act to cling to the one thing he has control over, he continues to take it out on Stan, cuz that's all he has

It's PEAK learned helpllessness

He has to have been right about something.

Cuz otherwise, he's the worst. And no one wants to feel like that, especially while being tortured at the hands of a demon and trying to protect the goddamn world

So he both means it, since I do think that came from a genuine place (his anger at Stan over the project), but also doesn't mean it at all (he knows Stan has worth but is too Regina George to admit that right now)

It's also why he was SO QUICK to bring that up during his and Stanley's fight

Again, he's clinging onto that anger as hard as he can

He had to cooporate with Stan to try and get him to take the Journal, but as soon as it looked like that plan was gonna fail, he started flipping out, both from stress, fear, anxiety, and from his anger he is refusing to let go

Again, Ford isn't dumb. He knows he's running on borrowed time at this point.

And something about knowing your life is either gonna end soon, or you're gonna become disabled and toyed with for the rest of your life, would mean he's not thinking rationally

ON TOP OF the lack of sleep and clarity

Does this make sense FGHJSKD

I'm pushing my learned helplessness headcanon on y'all SO HARD I'm not even gonna lie GFDHSJK

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