#like oh i guess they do make moms who can like. self regulate. and not expect My six year old ass to do it LOLOLOL wyld bro

[kindchenschema]

when rachel slightly misbehaves (like when she randomly flipped over her bowl of oatmeal lol) i'm literally like. omg omg girl are you fucking stupid cuddy is going to KILL you she's gonna yell for 3 hours about how exhausted she is and how much you inconvenience her and how ungrateful you are etc etc but cuddy just smiles and puts the bowl back... like damn okay... didnt know yall rolled like that i guess they do make moms without bipolar too

[keithal]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written :)

oh hello! beloved enterprisery this is my fave game to do of all time, so thank u for this :D three things before we get into it: (1) out of respect for u, the first two will be iwtv fics, (2) most of these are my least popular works LMAO and (3) this got pretty long. sorry abt that.

hell and you: modern day devils minion w old man daniel and armand. sometimes i forget how much i like this fic and then i'll remember "i wrote a fic abt armand being daniel's sugar daddy, LOL." it's very funny to me personally. i especially love this bit i threw in:

He fills the apartment with the smell of his cologne and something underneath that it can’t quite mask. A smell like water left to stand too long or flowers left too long in a vase.

i like the idea of vampires smelling like death. i can forgive this tho bc i think in the later installments of the vc anne rice said vampires smell like mayo? which is ... well. at least much more attention-grabbing than what i did.

damn these vampires: an armandaniel fic that takes place immediately after the season finale. this fic was majorly inspired by a thought that woke me up from deep sleep. armand and daniel have history. armand (i'm guessing) blocked daniel's memories. but didn't wipe them. daniel can't access them, but they're still there. so how funny would it be if daniel was jealous of louis being w armand but has no fucking idea why.

He smokes one on his walk back to the penthouse, thinking of how he had stood there in the aftermath, staring at Rashid—Armand—hovering over them like fucking Mary Poppins, his hand interlocked with Louis’s, and—instead of doing what a Pulitzer-winning, seasoned journalist of his caliber should’ve been doing in the face of being this royally fucked over—absurdly, inexplicably, Daniel noted the position of Armand’s thumb: on top.

i make myself laugh.

keep on keeping on, dean winchester: deancas s13 au where jack is a baby. i can't actually think of a part of it that stands out without any context (which, in my opinion, is a good sign), but i can say that i enjoy this part quite a bit:

Friday morning, as they’re making their way through the sticks toward the interstate, Sam says, “Hey, guess what I bought,” and holds up a dusty Sing-A-Long CD. “Fuck no,” Dean says. “We are not listening to Metallica all the way to Sioux Falls with a baby in the back.” “He likes it! Right, Jack?” he calls over his shoulder. Jack makes an incandescent gurgling sound. “See? Kid knows any music made after 1979 sucks ass.” “Singing in early childhood is important, Dean. It helps kids with language development, memory, and emotional regulation, and it entrains their social visual behavior.” “Thanks, Spock. You’re the pride of the Federation.” “Dean.” “Dude, I’m just saying, we can entrain his social visual behavior with the classics. We don’t need that baby crap. It’s the 21st century. All we need is Zep, Cash, some AC/DC—”

i worked really hard to capture dean's voice--like, harder than i've ever worked to scrub my own voice from a piece of writing. the amount of references and sayings in this bitch? sheesh.

i'm also very happy with how the relationship btwn jack and dean developed. one person who commented made a very intelligent observation that even i hadn't realized: i made dean see himself in jack. and it makes sense, doesn't it? jack's mom died bc of the supernatural; he wasn't allowed to process this loss at all; and he was left in the care of a father who'd lost a spouse. a father whose grief made him mean and treated his son like an object (hence the "it" pronouns used in the beginning).

anyway! very happy w how it turned out :)

long live the kingslayer: an elriel mission fic. i've spoken abt it like. a million times by now. and i still love it <3 there's just so much real estate to work w when it comes to elain. she's so underdeveloped that anything u say abt her is almost always pure conjecture. it was so much fun to take a character i loved so dearly and write a story where she was never punished for being who she is.

i'm still very fond of this part in particular:

“Wait,” he said before she could leave. His voice was nearly as hesitant as his expression, flickering between uncertainty and a strange, boyish shyness that was captivating on him. He reached into his leathers—where, she couldn’t know—and pulled out a small container. “Here,” he said, placing it in her hands. She opened it. Inside was a smelly, yellow ointment. “A salve,” he explained, “for your hands.” An unnameable feeling seized her. She hadn’t thought he noticed, never dared mention it out of fear of what he’d think, and this whole time he’d been carrying this salve with him. A salve for her hands. It was a terrible idea. She knew it as soon as it came to her, but she grabbed Azriel by the ears anyway, drew him down to her height, and kissed his cheek. She felt his skin go warm, and she imagined how surprised he must look, how shy. When she pulled back, she saw that his face was indeed dark with color, avoiding her gaze. Simultaneously pleased at her reaction and embarrassed by it. He was magical, she thought, and she loved him dearly. Loved him so much that it broke her heart. “Thank you,” she said. “This will be invaluable.” Finally, a smile from him. Unable to resist it, she brushed the back of her hand over his cheek, fond, and said, “I’ll leave you to rest.”

a lot of acotar fans hate it when ppl write azriel to be soft and shy and not particularly dark at all. me, personally? i think that’s boring. azriel was born into an abusive and violent home and suffered unimaginable torture at a very young age. he developed powers meant to protect him from the horror of his daily life, and those powers made him a great spymaster/torturerer. but it's so obvious that azriel hates his position within the court. he's starved of intimacy and tenderness. he has an extremely reserved and kind nature. it's a much more meaningful to have a character like that find someone who recognizes his gentleness and desire for gentleness in him and offers it to him. those characteristics don't make him any less of a man.

god never wrote a good play in his life: a god/chuck character study written in second person. i genuinely don't know how the toxic sibling relationship btwn amara and chuck doesn't make more people absolutely fucking insane. this story is chuck-centered, obviously, but i don't think anyone realizes WHY i did that. i don't like chuck! i didn't like writing from his perspective! i did it bc all of supernatural is chuck-centered. even when it isn't quote-unquote "his" story, it's still his. the point of the whole thing is for the reader to do what chuck/the show doesn't: break out of what's being told to u! look at the other characters! namely, look at amara.

chuck tries to scrub her from the story completely. the fic is 3k long, yet chuck doesn't mention amara at ALL unless she's onscreen. and even when she is onscreen, we can't trust a fucking thing he says! as exemplified here:

Maybe that wasn’t how it happened. Maybe you and your Sister were perfectly capable of creation. It would be absurd if you weren’t. Surely it wasn’t possible that you couldn’t create anything together. If you were in harmony, that should have implied you, together, would excel at it. She was an eccentric mind, designing balls of gas and entire solar systems that resembled you, right where all your rings met. (The most terrifying thing She came up with was the collapse of a star, where it became a gaping black mouth that swallowed everything in sight. You and I, She explained, perfectly in balance.) You were far less excitable, putting all your focus into the one planet you’d claimed as your own, but as you watched Her in those moments, you privately invented jealousy. Maybe you were lying about the lying. Perhaps They did give you counsel in a lapse of generosity, and your essence catapulted as you realized you would have to choose. Or possibly that day went like every other. Maybe She never met Them, and you only met Them much later, once you had shoehorned Them into part of your story. So instead of revelations and sacrifices, your Sister told you about centripetal force as you floated, listening, your rings spinning in slow, lazy circles, and you told Her about how little you cared for all this science and math She liked so much. Where is the pathos? you asked, and She sighed much as an exasperated older Sister should, and you realized that you loved Her very much. Or maybe you didn’t.

WHY? why is that? it's because the longer she's in the story, the worse chuck looks.

amara loved chuck from beginning to fucking end. she was born loving him. she chose him, always, over and over again. and chuck knew this! he used it! he would dangle the possibility of him finally loving her back to get her to do what he wanted. and what does chuck do abt this? abt his story, the first to ever exist? he recreates it. michael & lucifer; cain & abel; dean and sam (all men, curiously). to ... what? prove that he isn't the only brother to have not loved his sibling back? that in his position, u would've done the same?

i could talk abt that fic all day. best thing i've ever written.

[nxrthmizu]

| period pains | Tsukishima Kei, Shirabu Kenjirou

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alt. title | two jerks learn how to deal with your menstruation 

pairing | Tsukishima Kei x Reader, Shirabu Kenjirou x Reader 

words | 718

warning(s) | mentions of pain, blood, menstruation; don’t read it if it makes you uncomfortable I guess? yeah oh also curses here and there

author’s note | indulgence. 100% indulgence. nothing else besides indulgence because I wish someone was with me this morning when 2021 hit me with cramps 

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↬ tsukishima kei 

the first time he finds you in the bathroom at 5am in the morning, groaning in pain, his face spells ✨c o n f u s i o n ✨ 

this man would legit take out his phone and google ‘what to do if I wake up and find my girlfriend groaning in the bathroom’ 

‘uh, what’s wrong with you’ 

this man I swear 🙄

‘well, my uterine walls are currently self-destructing, for your information’ 

‘... oh.’ 

unhelpful as fuck 

he just stands there looking very much lost because he feels like if he just leaves he’ll probably get slapped later 

‘uh... what do you want me to do?’ 

‘anything except just standing there and watching, you bastard’ 

does he call yamaguchi for help? no, but he definitely googles ‘what do I do if my girlfriend has her period’ 

he comes back into the bathroom two minutes later, looking very awkward ‘uh... are you craving any food right now?’ 

‘what the fuck, kei?!’ 

bruh your girlfriend is hunched over in pain in the bathroom and you ask her if she wants to eat??? 

blonde beanpole is just 100% lost, no one taught him how to handle this shit 

‘well, then what do you want?’ 

‘I need you to fuck off!’ 

he definitely learns after the first time; he went to suga, daichi, and his mom for help because they know better than he does 

the next time he wakes up and hears you groaning in the toilet, he’s already got a routine planned out 

brings you a wet cloth to wipe your sweat 

kind of stands there awkwardly and asks you if you want him to stay; if you ask him to stay he crouches next to you and strokes your hair ; if you ask him to fuck off he just avoids the bathroom until you come out 

also found out that you aren’t supposed to have any cold drinks while you’re on your period, so he makes you hot chocolate/coffee/tea and stuff 

would offer to cuddle you 

maybe bought you a hot water bottle 

imagine being snuggled up to tsukki on the bed, wrapped in the blanket with a hot water bottle while he reads a book aloud/scrolls through his phone 

↬ shirabu kenjirou 

well, at least he knows the biological aspects of your menstruction, so... at least we got something to work with 

he’s a bit shocked the first time, but he immediately snaps out of it and his doctor instincts kick in 

instantly gets you a wet cloth because you’re practically overheating, wipes your sweat away and keeps you grounded by talking to you 

‘you feel really warm, so your body is probably releasing a lot of hormones at the moment’ he’s not very empathetic but at least he’s trying? and I guess it’d be soothing to listen to his calm voice 

‘or maybe your body is trying to regulate your temperature because of your cramps’ he’ll keep speculating and talking I guess 

he’s awkward but he stays and tries to apply his medical knowledge to help 

does he conduct an entire research on your pre-menstrual symptoms and come up with ways to counter them? yes, this man is a doctor and he knows his stuff okay 

the next time he wakes up and hears you in the toilet he immediately gets out and helps you 

uses a wet cloth to help you cool down, gets you a hot water bottle, makes sure you don’t dehydrate, etc. 

extremely careful about your diet, he will know every single food that you’re not allowed to eat and will make sure you don’t eat 

he will also find out what foods can lessen the pain and if you two go grocery shopping together he’ll grab the stuff; if he’s too busy to go do groceries with you he forwards you the list of foods 

oh, he also refrains from picking fights if you’re especially moody, he gives in even though he still thinks he’s the one who’s right in the argument 

I guess he just pulls up his tolerance level higher when you’re on your period? yeah 

you can probably get away with things that you normally can’t, e.g watch that show on his laptop with netflix even though you both know he hates that show 

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I really indulged myself in these hcs today,,, I wrote a comfort Tamaki fic but I don’t feel like posting it because the quality is terrible 

Haikyuu!! gen taglist. @owlywrites @hikari-writes @whootwhoot @folkloeren @our-tall-slytherin-queen

[bookofmirth]

I haven't read ACOSF yet, and tbh I'm rather rusty with the characters but it was really interesting to read your opinion on Elain! I feel there's a lot of complexity to her. And how she presents herself as well because as you said we literally have no chapters from hers or Lucien's POV and I think that's the important point to note because right now we're all just guessing and assuming her to be like Feyre, but she's not. People deal/show their traumas in different way and l think people expect Elain to deal with it as Feyre did. But, Feyres trauma and Elains are very different!

I don't really know what I'm saying. But I read your answer and it made me go 'oh... Huh!' in a good way, it sparked my curiosity! So thank you! But I think Elain perhaps is the most complex person with their trauma. I know people say 'oh Nesta is so different' but (I specialised in drama therapy so I love psycho analysis) and what Nesta did is self destructive to prevent relationships to avoid hurt or more emotions that she doesn't want to acknowledge (in my opinion!)

Elain just shuts down. She doesn't drink, she doesn't screw, she just remains in her garden which in itself says a lot! That's a very grounding way to handle trauma and not a lot of people are aware of that side!

So yeah I don't know what I'm saying but I think it's a really interesting discussion!

I have so many thoughts about Elain! This took me a few days to get to because i knew I had a crapton of thoughts. So this is basically me using this ask to explain the way I see Elain post-acosf!

There are three important scenes in acosf off the top of my head: when Elain talks with Nesta and they fight, and then with Nesta and Feyre and she gets mad and leaves, and then Feyre and Rhys talk about her in their chapter. We’re getting a lot more information about her, and for me, it wasn’t so much about who she is, but why we don’t know who she is.

So far, what we’ve had is Feyre’s and Nesta’s POV. Even when Feyre and Lucien tried to help her in acowar, they were unable. So we’ve never had anything about Elain from someone who didn’t grow up with her and experience the same trauma (such as becoming destitute, their mother’s death, their father being beaten, the Cauldron, etc.)

The sisters do handle it very, very differently. And I think that at this point the fandom consensus is that Elain runs away from her problems, but I actually disagree, and partly because of what you mentioned - that she isn’t using those self-harming, destructive coping mechanisms. Nesta was avoiding her problems, hardcore. It’s absolutely possible that Elain avoids things, but I don’t think that she just runs from all of her problems because:

Elain grieves her father. Openly. She tries to accept the fact that it wasn’t her fault and that she couldn’t do anything about it. (See: her going to his grave in acofas, her first talk with Nesta in acosf.) Elain does not run from her grief, she doesn’t pretend it doesn’t exist, and she doesn’t hide it from others. As one of the most defining events we’ve seen her go through in the series, that’s a pretty big deal.

Elain does not cling to unhealthy coping mechanisms. There could be ways that she does this that we are unaware of. She does seem like the type who would be really, really good at making people think she’s okay, all while she’s silently imploding. But we don’t know that yet?

Elain does not isolate herself. 

However, Elain definitely needs to deal with some stuff! She definitely needs to deal with Lucien, and she needs to have an actual talk with Nesta because I don’t remember a single satisfying resolution between those two in acosf. Not like Nesta had with Feyre. 

I have this idea that is purely based on Elain’s line in acosf:

“I went into the Cauldron, too, you know. And it captured me. And yet somehow, all you think of is what my trauma did to you.” (pg. 233)

And then Feyre tells Nesta that yes, Elain was right. 

This is so so so sossosososos important. I cannot emphasize it enough. Elain is used to putting on a fake, smiling face because she doesn’t want the weight of her sisters’ concern. She has been pretending to cope for so long - and tbf, she seems to have been doing better than Nesta - that people not only forget that she has suffered, but she doesn’t feel like she can even express that suffering.

Emotional labor often means negating one’s own feelings in order to acknowledge or tend to someone else’s. And that is Elain’s major role, in the series. Feyre has been caring for everyone’s physical wellbeing (hunting), while Elain’s role has been to care for everyone’s emotional wellbeing. But, like with most emotional labor, it has gone unnoticed.

I’ve made posts about emotional labor in the past (four years ago!!!!) but I’m gonna spare you the link because a lot of it was about a ship that’s no longer a ship, so here is the relevant content:

What I am talking about is the regulation of emotion - any time that you give comfort, are especially attentive to someone’s needs, stop thinking about how you feel in order to focus on how someone else feels, try to cheer someone up, make sure that they are taking care of themselves, try to allay their insecurities, etc. Basically, helping them with any sort of emotional distress.

You know those posts you’ve seen, about women protecting men’s egos constantly? Or about making time for self-care? Or about recognizing toxic relationships? That tell you “if X is being demanded of you in a relationship, get out”? Those are ALL about emotional labor, broadly speaking. They are warning you not to do more than you can handle, more than you need to do, because it can be harmful to you.

If you have ever been expected to make a person or people feel better any time you are around each other (including when they are angry, upset, anxious, ill, frustrated, insecure, etc.), you have performed emotional labor. Pretty much everyone has done this at some point, unless you are a completely insensitive jerk.

Notice, though, that I said expected to and any time you are around them – this is where the problem comes in for YOU. This is not about just being there for a friend.

Making loved ones feel better is fantastic. Seeing people be polite and kind to one another makes my heart shine. That is not a problem in and of itself. That can be seen as emotional labor, but there are no requirements on you in those circumstances. This is something you are doing of your own free will.

The problem, again, is when this is expected, constantly, over time. Now, in my experience, the expectation is not necessarily coming from the other person. One of the problems with this type of labor is that not only do others expect women to perform these tasks, but women expect it of themselves.

It’s super easy to see this – who is expected to take care of a child when they fall? Who is expected to baby-sit? Who did you want when you were sick as a child, mom or dad? Who is expected to be sensitive and pay attention to others’ emotions?

For more info on this idea specifically, read Of Woman Born by Adrienne Rich. As a woman, I realized how much work I had been performing and how much it was harming me and I just… got real upset. She comes at this mostly from what a woman’s role is expected to be within the family, and might actually be a bit outdated in that respect because I feel like family structures and dynamics are shifting (that is a totally un-academic evaluation of the situation, don’t quote me on that), but still, it’s really informative.

While I was doing some research for this post I came across a peer-reviewed article about nursing and basically, high amounts of emotional labor led to anxiety and burn-out in those performing it. It literally will cost your mental health – not to mention your time, energy, attention, and it often requires you to ignore your own needs (this last part came from me, not the article). On the other hand, high levels of emotional intelligence (being able to recognize your own and others’ emotional states) meant less emotional labor (and therefore less anxiety & burn-out). One of the most important things to realize is that while you are taking care of someone else’s emotional needs, your own are frequently unmet. That is why it’s important to recognize this in yourself, not just in these characters.

So where does Elain fit in? Elain is the #1 emotional labor provider of the family, and she is about to freaking SNAP. I know, because once I realized how my trauma was hidden in order to spare someone else its consequences, I fucking SNAPPEd. I’ll also spare you the personal details, but Elain hasn’t been “okay”. She hasn’t been “boring”, or “nice”, or “chosen” Feyre over Nesta. She has literally been unable to express herself because (and I am NOT blaming Nesta or Feyre or her father one bit) her family’s emotional state has been so fragile, there hasn’t been room for Elain to feel or express her emotions in years. 

In the feysand short, Rhys says:

I wonder if everyone has spent so long assuming Elain is sweet and innocent that she felt she had to be that way or else she’d disappoint you all.

And that completely tracks. Everyone has gotten used to Elain being not just “nice”, but being the emotionally predictable one. The one they know they can go to for a smile. The one they can count on for never, ever making them realize that she has been through Some Shit Too. And being that person is exhausting.

When Feyre thinks about Elain not using Lucien’s gloves, 1) she still has them, otherwise she couldn’t think about Elain not using them, and 2) I like to see the gloves as something that she will come to use, once she realizes that she can feel and express those emotions without it causing a breakdown in the family. Right now, she just wants to feel. And she can’t do that emotionally, so she’s doing it physically. Once she heals and finds a better balance, she won’t need to resort to physical pain. (Which, lowkey has me thinking some other thoughts, but.... maybe later.) But anyway, once Elain does go through her very own special journey, I fully expect her to welcome those gloves. She won’t need physical pain to feel anymore.

Not to mention my completely unacademic and non-professional opinion that people will judge a nice women harshly for being rude once, but accept a woman with a history of rudeness for just “being that way”. It’s another way that Elain may feel trapped in her “nice girl” persona. I think she started out that way - kindness and light and generosity is 100% in Elain’s character in the first place. It’s not as if she went into the Court of Nightmares and suddenly Cassian thought, “wait, she fits right in to this shithole of depravity”. No, he still thought the literal opposite. It’s just that once people get used to you doing all their emotional labor, they will continue to take advantage of it, even if they don’t realize its cost.

[thesoutherngems]

Short Stories

"WONDER GIRLS"

By: Lovely T. Duroca

June 12, 2021

It was 3 years ago. I still remember how it felt like going to college for the first time, I was nervous, my heart was beating so fast and it felt like my stomach would turn upside down, anytime soon because anxiety and excitement was building up deep inside me. College is a strange thing for me, it seems like it's a place where everyone battles for their dreams, and according to my some posts that i've read in social media, it's a place where you will get lots of sleepless nights, breakdowns and that surely, you will experience crying yourself out because of school works and tasks, with that, I became scared and I asked myself, will I be able to survive college? Will I be able to get through it alive and still sane? But still, with a nervous smile and a pale face, I walked into my university thinking of my mom and my grandparent's happy and smiling faces. I told myself that I will overcome this, and I will survive and will fight for my dreams because I have those supportive people right behind my back, my hardworking mom, my lolo who has been there with me since I was young, and my lola, a strong woman, who helped my mom raised me to become that lady that I am today, I will fight and get through college for them, that's what I told myself before entering the school's entrance.

But little did I know, the world I was stepping into by that time is so scary, it's unfamiliar, lots of unknown and new faces of students are surrounding me, it's suffocating and it feels like i'm running out of breath, i'm having a hard time breathing, but still, with my nervous and anxious eyes on the ground, I continued walking towards my college department, and I didn't notice that I was holding unto the strap of my bag  tightly that it makes my knuckles turns white. I took a deep breath and forced myself to think of positive and happy thoughts, but deep inside, I know I was praying really hard, for that day to be over, I just wanted to go home, crawl into my small bed and hug my fluffy pillow, I just wanted to stay and bring myself back to my comfort zone. I really didn't like going out, surrounding myself with people, because I prefer to be alone and have my own peace of mind. I am an introvert who always chooses to lock myself up in my room, read books, watch my favorite tv series or just listen to music. I hate noise and I have my own world, but the fact that it isn't always like that, that I need to go out, socialize and meet other people because it is necessary, it's hard, but here I am, trying my best out and catching my breaths, forcing my heartbeat to be normal because I have goals, and dreams that I need to reach and fulfill.

Walking in the corridor and seeing that the rooms are becoming nearer each time I took a step forward, my heart started to beat even faster, and when I finally saw the classroom number that was assigned to my com, I was hesitant to go inside, I don't know anyone around and all I can see are unknown faces of students. I saw that there are already students inside, some are just sitting, busy scrolling with their phones, and others are talking to their friends, I inhaled deeply and with a sweaty palm, I step into that room, suddenly, I felt like it became quite, the noise that I heard earlier disappears and I can sense that they're looking at me and it makes me feel more nervous and scared. It seems like I was stepping into a territory that is very foreign and new to me. I continued walking and then I spotted an empty seat on the back, I immediately walked towards that seat and when finally, I was able to sit down, I somehow felt relaxed and a bit at ease. I took my earphones, plugged it in and listened to my favorite music since the professor hadn't arrived yet. I was singing along with the song inside my head when suddenly, I felt like someone poked my shoulder, I turned my head to see who it was and I saw a girl with a long black hair and an eyeglasses, she smiles at me and said,

"Is this seat taken?"

I smiled back awkwardly and replied,

"No, I'm just the only one sitting here."

"Great, then now, we can sit together with you." she exclaimed happily.

I don't know what she meant when she said the word "we" but when I heard that she called a group of three girls, that's when I realized that she's with her friends.

"Hey, girls, here. Let's sit here, together?"

She turned to me and I guessed that she's asking my name. So I said,

"Love, my name's love" while shrugging off the embarrassment that I felt because I really didn't like my name.

"Love, you got such a cute name, my name's Hale by the way, and these are my friends, Jas, Yel, and Miah." she said pointing to the girls behind her, I waved my hands to the girls and said,

"Hello, nice to meet you all."

They smiled at me in return and also said hi.

And those girls eventually became my first friends in college. And I was really relieved that I met them, happy at the same time because finally, I can now have friends that I can be with while we're all battling for our dreams. The professor came in minutes later and he just talked about some rules and regulations and we introduced ourselves one by one to the class. I really didn't like that part, I'm really shy and when it comes to speaking up in front, I'm afraid I might stutter and will just stood there frozen and unable to say anything, but my new friends told me that there is nothing to be afraid of, because we are all the same, we're all students and we're all humans, so when it is already my turn to speak, I held my head high, and I introduced myself to the class, I just imagined that it was just me and no one else in that room, and luckily, I was able to pull it off and I was so relieved after I finished speaking and was able to finally sit down again on my sit. The girls were smiling and said that,

"See, you can do that. You did great."

I smiled and thanked them in return.

Hours passed and it was already lunch time, we were talking and discussing where we should eat and what are we going to eat, then Jas, the girl with braces and shoulder level hair said,

"Let's just go to the cafeteria, there are many food kiosks there, we can choose and decide later."

We all agreed and we immediately went there. But unfortunately, there were no vacant table for us, all are occupied, so we decided to just wait for them to finish eating so we can eat after them, but just when we were about to turn back, someone approached us, I recognized her as one of our classmates as well, the girl with a chinky eyes and chubby cheeks, I just forgot her name when she introduced herself earlier, I'm not really good at remembering names.

"Classmates, you can sit with us, there are still vacant seats on our table."

Yel, the one with curly hair and voluptuous physique, replied,

"Really! Omg! thank you, I'm already hungry."

"Yeah, let's go, our table's over there."

We walked to where their table is and I saw that there are two girls sitting in there and there are also six, vacant seats so it'll surely be perfect for us.

The girls at the table waved their hands at us, one of them with blonde hair and eyeglasses and the other one with braces and pink cheeks.

"Hey, sit down now classmates," said the one with blonde hair.

"Thank you, luckily you guys found us." said Miah, the pretty girl with long straight hair and pale white skin, among us, she's the one who looks foreign, and I think she's half american.

We all sat down and started chattering.

"By the way, what's your name, guys?" I asked them.

"Sorry, I couldn't really remember when you introduced yourself earlier, I'm not good with names."

"Oh it's fine, I'm Sha, these two are my friends, Chaw and Cassie."

After that brief introduction, we decided to go buy our food so we can finally eat our lunch. We continued chatting while eating and my heart is just so happy being with those girls, they're fun to be with and they're full of interesting and funny stories, and little did I know that I was already becoming comfortable with their presence and i'm not my usual quiet and shy self anymore, I also talked with them and laugh with them.

After that 1 hour lunch, we decided to go back to our classroom and we also decided that the eight of us should sit together. We sat on the back and that spot has become our usual seat from then on. College has become easy and fun because of them. Having friends really helped me to survive the days, weeks and months of being a freshman student and as time passed, our friendship also became stronger. We are always together and one of our professor even named our group, WONDER GIRLS, because he noticed that we always hang around each other, that the eight of us wouldn't be complete without one another, we help each other with school works, and we always lift each other up and of course, the best thing is our after school hangouts where we always go to places and try different foods. Each one of us has different characteristics, but that didn't stop us to become friends, instead, it makes our friendship unique and more interesting, and now, we are already in our senior year in college, just two more semesters to go and college will be over, but the friendship that we built along the way, and the memories that we gathered since the first day of school during our freshmen years, will forever be treasured and buried deep inside our hearts. Wonder Girls will always be the best thing that has happened to me in my college years and I will forever be proud and thankful of my girls.

 THE END

[tochasingwaterfalls]

toni and shelby scenes i practiced writing because i officially have no life anymore

(2nd pov shelby and not always entirely accurate)

1. what the fuck are you wearing

The first time Toni talks to you, like really interacts with you, is when you pull Martha out of that riptide and bandage her ankle with the material of your top. She comes flying towards the two of you, worried about Martha, and so relieved, that she doesn’t even notice you at first. But when Martha shifts her attention towards you, compliments you, thanks you for the help, Toni looks at you. And she doesn’t just look at you, she scans you up and down and your skin starts to feel hot under the intensity of her gaze and you’re about to say something when -

“What the fuck are you wearing.”

You decide to brush over that, you tell yourself that she‘s on edge like all of you, that she didn’t mean for it to sound this patronizing, and when you walk back to the others, you try not to think about the way she looked at you. You try not to think about the way it made your skin crawl and burn at the same time, something you‘ve never felt before and something so entirely wrong.

2. god’s such a joke

“I‘m so sick of looking at your fucking ponytail. I feel like it thinks it’s better than me,“ she bites and when you turn around, she’s right there, up in your personal space, looking at you and challenging you to bite back with her eyes so intense that you forget how to breathe for a moment. 

“Why don’t you go in front, then?” You offer and she scoffs, brushes right past you with all her anger and when your hands just barely touch, it sets your body on fire all over again. You’re proud that you didn't let her get under your skin with all her punching remarks, toned arms and that insufferable smirk of hers - and yet what you fail to realize is, that she already runs so much deeper.

Toni stomps in front of you, each step loaded with a tension that stems from a place much further away than anything on this island but at least she’s not talking and you can finally concentrate on finding water. The Lord helps those who help themselves. You mumble a few prayers under your breath and it’s like she’s waited for just that, because she whirls around, snaps “God‘s such a joke,” and scoffs when you stay quiet. It’s something she seems to be doing a lot; scoffing, picking fights where there are none, fighting battles only she knows the cause of. “Do you know He is just a brainwashing tool designed to enslave the masses?“ She’s smirking again, thinks she’s cornered you, and you don’t know why you feel the need to say something back, maybe because you don’t want her to think you have no backbone, or maybe just because you want to see how she reacts. 

“Even if He were just a brainwashing tool, you ever think maybe your brain could use a good,” you draw out your bottom lip with your teeth. “scrub?“ 

“Fuck off.“ 

It’s the start of a game you two continue to play; she’s scoffing, dismissing, disagreeing with everything you say and you’re brushing it off, practicing your patience, all while trying not to let her see how much she actually does rile you up.

3. don’t bullshit me, shelby

It all starts with Rachel commenting the way Toni’s eating the mussels and you wish she would’ve just kept her mouth shut. “Just trying to stay on brand, you know.” Toni smirks, looks proud, and when she brings up the mussel to her mouth, your breath falls short in the back of your throat, because she’s not going to- Oh, she definitely is and there’s a knot settling low in your stomach. You don’t want to watch but it’s physically impossible for you to look away. “You gotta admit, the shape of these things... it’s kinda like a-“ 

“Like a pussy!“ That’s Nora, loud and so surprising, that there’s a shocked moment of silence before they’re back to laughing again and cheering Toni on, all like;

“Lick the clit.” and-

“This is the most action any of us have gotten.” and- 

“Go off, girl!” and-

- you don’t know how can they be so okay with all this but you can’t take it anymore. “Would you stop?!” And okay, maybe it’s a little hysterical with a little too much panic seething through your voice and you can’t meet Toni’s eyes when she wipes off her mouth. 

“Okay, that was hilarious and Shelby has no chill,“ Dot says into the silence that has started to settle in.

 “I have chill, I guess I just don’t - I don‘t see the humour in that sort of thing.“ You still can’t bring yourself to look at her.

“What do you mean that sort of thing?“ You can feel her running hot again, eyes not leaving your face, eyebrows furrowed, hand balled around the mussel so tightly, her knuckles turn white. She has you cornered.

“You know, pornographic gestures. I‘m a Christian, all right? I‘m from a Christian home, I‘m allowed to be a little skeeved out.“ You try your hardest to dodge the question, with the words practically spilling from your lips; and when your eyes finally lock with hers, you think she has to notice how they’re almost begging her not to push any further. This time, she really has you cornered and you can’t let go of the cross hanging off your neck. 

Wether or not she notices the plea in your eyes, Toni pushes, because all she ever does is pick battles. “I mean that‘s not all that’s going on here. Don‘t bullshit me, Shelby, cause the vibe that’s coming of you right now, I‘ve felt it a few too many times not to know what it is.“ 

All she ever does is pick battles but this is one, she has every right to fight. You know that and you look away; you’re practically drowning in your shame and the way Toni continues to push makes your throat close up.

“What are you saying, Toni?“ 

“I’m saying that she can’t stand that I’m gay, Marty, that’s what fucking skeeves her out.” Her anger fails to mask the way she’s hurt, the way her voice breaks a little in the end and you want to cry, knowing you’re the cause of all that.

“Look, I’ll be as honest as possible, because y’all deserve that.” It’s out on the table and you have to take a deep breath before the words rush out of your mouth, as if that would make it any better. You don’t know how the others react to what you say, you’re completely zoned in on Toni; she’s the one that matters and you’re begging her to understand that when you say, “I do believe that way of life is a sin,” you really mean “I’ve started hating myself such a long time ago that I can’t remember how not to.”

But she pushes herself up to her feet and spits “I can’t fucking believe it-“ 

Your tongue presses against your dentures when you cut her off. “I’m sorry, but everything I’ve ever known has taught me that.” Your lips on Becca’s and how right it feels, your father looking at you and then stopping to look at you all together, your pleas that it will never happen again, please, it was all Becca. Everything comes rushing in, balled up into a wave of shame and guilt that hits you square in your chest and almost knocks you over. It cuts up your throat from the inside when you say “Look, there’s no hate in my heart, I just feel sorry-“

“Fuck you.” She has you cornered, but there are no smirks, no snarky comments; there’s just the try to mask pain with anger and self hate with believe and you think that maybe this was the game you played all along.

4. i’m not gonna take shit from you

You don’t have time to figure out what it means when you grab the pill and turn around to face her. “Toni, I’m gonna need you to take this, alright?” 

“Stay away from me.” Still, close to passing out and maybe losing her life, she’s angry and proud and snapping but you brush it aside. You don’t have time for this. 

“If I put this in your mouth, can you take it?”

“I’m not gonna take shit from you.” It sounds weak, her voice hoarse and her lips chapped and you don’t have time to figure out why there’s this hot knot building up in you stomach with every word she says.

“It will save your life, Toni, you’re taking the damn pill.” You’re desperate and worried, knot in your stomach, heat in your veins, and when some of the others try to take the pill from you, something inside of you snaps. “Jesus fucking Christ, am I not allowed to help her!?”

You push her over and you don’t have time to figure what it means when your breathing becomes ragged and your whole body feels like it’s being set on fire when you force her to open her damn mouth.

“Swallow the fucking pill.” You're on top of her, one hand covering her mouth to make sure that she doesn’t spit out the pill, the other tangled in her hair, skin on skin and never this close before. It makes your head spin. When you hear her swallow and a flood of relief washes over your body, you’re not sure you want to figure out what that means. It will never happen again.

Toni runs deeper than your skin, she’s in your bones and in your veins and you’re scared shitless. So you do what you do best, and you walk away.

5. you’re free here

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to have to be pitch perfect every second? To be watched like a hawk for the slightest bit of weight gain or the tiniest wobble in my heal or if my hem is just a centimeter off regulation or if I say the wrong thing about international politics? God, help me.” 

“So you’re complaining about being judged when you literally signed up for that?”

“I know, I - “ You know she’s right. She’s cornered you again. “But I‘m not just talking about pageant stuff. It feels like everywhere I go, somebody is asking me to meet some kind of expectation. It’s a lot is all. The pressure.“ You don’t know how to say it to make her understand - without saying too much, that is. You’re playing the game again and she’s winning.

“Yeah, well, my dad‘s been a no show since day one and my mom is in and out of rehab like it’s a fucking white castle, so nobody expects shit from me. Doesn‘t feel great either.” You hear her voice get rough, close to breaking and she blinks a little harsher than just a minute ago. “Do you know how many field trips I had to bail on, cause no one’s been there to sign my permission slip? You know, I don’t give a fuck about going to the planetarium, you know? It just would’ve been nice to have someone there to say that I could.“ She’s rushing out things you’re not sure anyone else knows, maybe not even Martha, and you’re desperately trying to comprehend all of it.

“Yeah, but-“ 

“Shelby, if you’re trying to out-sad me, it‘s a losing fucking battle.“ She says it with a finality that's so much like her and it breaks your heart. Here you have her, talking to you like she means every word she says and you’re still thinking you’re playing a stupid game.

“But you’re free, don’t you see that? You don’t have to answer to anybody,” you argue and hits closer to home than anything you’ve ever told anyone before-

And then Toni says something that changes everything.

 “And neither do you, not right now anyway.” Your eyes bore into hers and you realize that she’s right. That she knows what she’s talking about. That you’ve been hiding and that you’re tired of it. She keeps talking and you’re too busy staring at her lips and the way her eyebrows are furrowed together in a way to underline the point she’s making, to hear what she’s saying. “I mean, you’re on a deserted island a million miles away from whatever bullshit expectations you left behind. You’re free here, Shelby, and if you’re not taking advantage of that, then I don’t know what the fuck to tell you.“

You’re free here. You’re free. 

Before you know what you’re doing, you rush in, thumbs on her cheeks and fingers curling around the back of her neck and you finally, finally, finally press your lips against hers. It’s desperate and it’s everything you’ve wanted to do for God knows how long. The way she kisses you back makes you feel closer to God than any prayer ever could and it feels so right until-

My, God.

You pull away and you're staring at her, breath falling short in the back of your throat, lips hot and so caught up in the moment. 

And then it comes crashing in. It will never happen again, please, Dad. It’s not what you think it is. This is not who I am.

You’re free. You’re free and you do what you do best, you run away from it. The difference is, that this time, there’s someone to chase after you.

[itsclydebitches]

ngl voyager gets a whole lot of very disproportional hate from the fandom and i'd hazard a guess that a lot of that is just garden-variety misogyny (and probably racism mixed in, considering how many of the most prominent characters are women, poc, or both). like, is voyager perfect? absolutely not. and no spoilers but there was a lot of executive meddling that wound up leading to the finale/conclusion being lacking and there's a lot of reasonable dissatisfaction with that--but again that was largely thanks to the execs fucking the show over and i recommend looking into that if you can once you've finished the show. but overall? voyager is trek right to its very core--it has heart, it's about family, and it never loses sight of that imo, even if some episodes are weaker or just duds (but, like, would it be a trek series without some episodes that just kinda suck but are still fun to watch???)

anyway, i absolutely love that you're getting into voyager, it is my all-time favorite trek series to this day for a lot of reasons, and i hope that ppl like that anon dont put you off bc i'd love to continue to see your thoughts as you watch the series!

Oh, it would take a whole lot more than some anons being salty that others enjoy things to turn me off :D 

Thus far (I lost internet last night so I’m still only on Episode 7 of Season 2), Voyager is the Trekiest Trek I’ve watched. Which is a weird sentence, but I mean it in the way you said it’s “trek right to its very core.” What is Star Trek, if we strip the intent of the story down to its basics? It’s about exploration, discovery, that “wagon train to the stars,” wrapped up in the argument that life is fundamentally good. We have problems, but we can work past them. We have differences, but they strengthen us. Diversity is the lifeblood of the universe and the future will continue to improve so long as we embrace that. 

Voyager is (again, from what I’ve seen so far!) basically a love song to that premise. I didn’t do too deep a dive because I’m trying to avoid spoilers, but I did look at a couple threads discussing why Voyager is so hated. Again and again I saw the same reason pop up: wasted potential. Now, a lot of fans left it at that (as if the answer to what potential Voyager apparently missed out on is self-evident. It’s not), but those who did expand on the idea consistently claimed that the show needed to be darker than it was, even if they rarely said it like that. Why aren’t the Federation and the Marquis at each other’s throats? Why isn’t the crew going crazy under these circumstances? Why aren’t characters getting killed off left and right in hostile space? “Anything could have happened out there and they played it safe!” but the “anything” here is always... awful. There’s this very pervasive idea that the world is inherently cruel, people are inherently divisive, that when pushed to the brink everything will fall apart... and that (while making for one kind of great story) is very much not Star Trek. 

See, Voyager created an unimaginable scenario--lost in space, 75 years from home, forced to live indefinitely with strangers--and their answer to the question of “What happens?” is “People make it work.” They learn to respect one another, they uphold their ideals, they maintain a love of life and discovery, and they create a family. And that’s fucking fantastic. That’s Star Trek! I’m not going to pretend there aren’t problems with the show, with plenty more to come, I’m sure, but I don’t think this is one of them. Why do so many viewers think that hatred, horror, death, and growing jaded is the only potential here? Why would they expect that in a Star Trek show whose premise is the very antithesis of those things? 

“But they don’t do enough with those things, even if they have happy outcomes.” They do plenty, they just do it in an episodic rather than serialized nature. I can point to multiple episodes where the replicator rations or Maquis differences are driving the characters’ actions. “But without that horror there’s no conflict.” There’s plenty of conflict. Hostile aliens aside, I just watched an episode where Tuvok and Chakotay are pissed as hell at one another because they fundamentally disagree over how to handle problems, but--because they’re adults with a well-tested respect for one another--they apologize and work through it. “But the characters don’t develop at all.” You mean they don’t grow harder. That’s not the same thing as no development. Tuvok is figuring out how to be more flexible, Chakotay is becoming more willing to accept cultures he doesn’t agree with, Harry is growing more confident now that he’s far from home, the Doctor is learning to see himself as a person, Paris is grabbing his second chance with both hands by making strong ties, and Janeway is learning to command and care for her crew simultaneously. I honestly believe that a lot of people think of “character development” as the character becoming a fundamentally different person, unrecognizable from where they started out. But  characters can also grow into the people they wanted to be in the first place. “We’re far from home, in hostile territory, tempted to do horrific things to survive... but no. Right now at least, we’re holding onto who we are. We’re scientists, so we’re going to explore and learn. We’re peaceful, so we’re going to make friends with as many species as we can. We’re members of a society that teaches acceptance, so we’re going to form a family on this spaceship.” That’s incredible!! Did fans miss why Seska was an antagonist in the episode she was unmasked? Because she was trying to convince them to give up everything they believe in in the name of survival, an ends justify the means argument. And the crew said no, we will not give up what we believe in just to make it through. I legit saw a ton of fans saying some version of, “I can’t believe they were that far from home and actually followed Starfleet’s rulebook.” It’s because those rules don’t exist for the hell of it. Overlooking their practical function, they’re a philosophy that the characters believe in, and they’re figuring out how important that part of their identity is to them under these circumstances. Am I willing to steal a specie’s technology if it gets us home? Am I willing to die to help another uphold their own philosophy? (Chakotay in “Imitations”). What regulations should we bend or change to accommodate our new situation? The first two things Janeway does are a) giving the guy who just came out of a penal colony a rank and b) deciding that she needs to be more familiar with her crew than is normally encouraged for a captain because she’s essentially their mom now. Developing doesn’t have to mean characters do a 180 on their initial personality, or characters getting killed off when stuff gets “boring” so that others can do edgy things in response. 

Voyager upholds Trek’s premise and runs it to its logical conclusion: 

Voyager has the most literal trek--a trek back home. 

Voyager has the most diverse crew--a woman Captain, Native American First officer, black Vulcan, Asian-American communications officer, and a White Dude pilot that realizes he wants to be soft and kind towards those who took a chance on him because Toxic Masculinity who? 

Voyager has the most literal family--not just a 5+ year mission, but a crew who expects to raise the next generation. They have no choice but to work together, so they indeed come together rather than pulling apart

Except they do, of course, have a choice. In “The 37′s” the crew is allowed to stay on the Earth-like planet with a city of other humans and Janeway is convinced that a sizable number will choose that. After all, they may never get home and this is a safer, kinder future for them. In fact, the real question is whether so many will stay that they can no longer run the ship... but Janeway would never dictate her crew’s choices in that manner. So she swallows her worry down, opens the door... 

... and finds that not a single person decided to stay behind. And the show has ensured we understand that this is not just because they all have some unshakable belief that they’ll get home (many don’t), but because this is their family now. This is home. 

And fans want to toss that out for a generic, gritty, sci-fi adventure where hope is scarce, the universe is cruel, and people need to be pushed to the limit just to admit that they maybe, sort of, like each other?? Obviously like what you like, but that’s a hard pass for me. I’ll take the bridge crew comforting each other in “Twisted,” thanks. Besides, we already have shows like that. And we already have DS9 which grapples with many of those dark, pessimistic themes. Voyager feels like a breath of fresh air, even within the breath of fresh air that is Star Trek as a franchise. It’s a show that says, “Yes, when everything goes wrong people will come together. They will love each other. They will make it through.” 

What’s more Star Trek than that? 

[hansolmates]

jjk; angel’s trumpet [07]

summary; one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life. pairing; idol!jk x reader (f), alternatively film producer!jk x reader genre/warnings; fluff, angst, supernatural, idol!au, non-idol!au, alternate universes, themes of fate, language, alcohol consumption w.c; 3.5k a/n; the beginning of the end! like my mama said while i was cleaning my room, it has to get messy before it gets clean! that being said this is a series for @btsghostiewritersnet​ BGW Bingo Bash! now that we’ve gotten this far, would you say our heroine has truly lost her mind? 

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Something is off and Jungkook doesn’t know exactly what, and therefore he has no way to approach it. 

HIs knee is bobbing uncontrollably as he throws his phone back and forth from one palm to another. He’s in a recording studio downtown, in an unfamiliar area that made Jungkook thankful that he decided to leave an hour early. He hears some hushed voices from another room, and he tries not to fiddle around too much as the chair in the waiting area is rickety and on its last limb. 

You texted him this morning with your usual pleasantries, saying you had a fun lesson to teach today and you couldn’t wait to set up your classroom. You’re also equally excited for Jungkook’s first recording session, and you urge him to “knock the socks off this producer guy.” 

But since that night you slept over, you haven’t brought up the tears you shed in his sheet. You’ve been painfully amicable, insisting that you’ll tell him when the time is right. 

Jungkook wants to be patient for you, and he will be. But he doesn’t know how to help you, help the two of you move forward without any context. He gets that the memories that are holding you back are painful, but he wishes to help ease that burden. Jungkook’s head starts to spin at all the possibilities that he could get you to feel comfortable enough to talk. 

“Hey,” Jungkook’s reverie shatters when a small guy in all black comes up to meet him. Jungkook shoots up, hand immediately darting out to shake the older one’s hand. He chuckles, “Jihoon sent me your demo last week. You have some killer vocals.” 

“Thanks,” he replies bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m Jungkook, by the way.” 

“Right,” the producer nods, gesturing for him to follow him down the hall. “I’m Min Yoongi.” 

Jungkook nearly trips over himself. He’s heard that name before, he’s sure of it. He tries to wrack his brain for the memory, something he’s brushed to the side after so long.

“Jungkook!” you cried. He was paralyzed when you first met, a frazzled woman shoving herself on him like you’ve known him his entire life. He didn’t know why you were trying to hide him, but you looked so terrified he couldn’t formulate a quick enough response. “Kook, what the fuck? It’s broad daylight, you can’t be out like this without a mask! Where on earth did you hide that bike? Dispatch will have your ass and the devil Min Yoongi’ll kill you again for sneaking out—” 

“Uh, Yoongi?” the pair step inside his little studio, neat and monochromatic. There’s a comfy couch in the corner, and Jungkook seats himself there while Yoongi slides into his rolling chair. “Do you by any chance know someone named y/n?

Yoongi shrugs, too busy going through his computer files to take notice of Jungkook’s wheels turning. “No, should I?” 

“Guess not,” Jungkook mutters, “what about Dispatch? Are you involved with them?” 

The older one swirls around in his chair, knuckles nestled in his milky cheeks. “Is this an interrogation?” 

Suddenly feeling hot, Jungkook shakes his head. “Sorry.” 

“But to answer your question, thankfully no,” Yoongi leans back in his seat, staring at the ceiling, “thankfully they’ve been smoked out ever since they got sued for defamation against that SNSD member, among dozens of other women. That was what, two years ago? But my artists are always squeaky clean.” 

Jungkook grapples the pieces in his brain, feeling the sudden itch to text you. 

“You’re askin’ a lot of weird questions, kid,” Yoongi says simply, “but since you have the voice of a fuckin’ angel on Cloud 9, I’m willing to overlook it.” 

The younger one nods wordlessly, letting Yoongi go on a tangent as he describes the song he has in mind and how he wants to approach it. He tries to focus, and intermittently fails as he falls in and out of thought, always coming back to you. 

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“Hoseok, I feel it.” 

“Feel what, nausea? Heartburn, indigestion? Upset stomach? Diarrhea?” 

“Is that supposed to be a joke, Noona?” Bogum is sitting next to you on the picnic blanket laid out for the both of you. Today was supposed to be Hoseok’s off day, but Bogum’s mom offered Hoseok a pretty penny to take Bogum for the day while she had to attend a last-minute work project. 

“Yes, Bogummie. Although it was a terrible joke,” you admonish, sending a playful grin to Hoseok. 

“Do you like my new shoes?” with the attention span of a squirrel, Bogum hops up and jumps up and down on the grass. His new Elmo sneakers light up and make little squeaking sounds, “isn’t it cool! My shoes talk while I walk!” 

You giggle, “Yeah, now we’ll never lose you when you go off to the bathroom,” you reach for his sippy cup and instruct him to drink water, “go play on the slide, we’ll watch you from here!” 

Bogum immediately agrees, shuffling away with rhythmic squeaks from his sneakers as he bumbles over to the small playground on campus. Without the presence of children, you feel Hoseok’s eyes train on you as you try to formulate a response. 

“I don’t know, I woke up this morning and I felt a little too… settled?” you taste the word on your tongue, hoping it matches with the turmoil going through your brain. You continue to stare at Bogum, not a care in the world as he goes down the slide for the nth time, “my life isn’t moving forward anymore. It’s so, peaceful?” you nod at your question, then turn to smile sadly at Hoseok. 

“This might be the last time we see each other.” 

While you don’t know the rules and regulations of whatever fate or magic that brought you here, you always knew that this time had to end. You feel like you’ve experienced enough in this small lifetime to feel this kind of contentment. Any further into this life and you could change it however way you wanted to. 

You didn’t want to do that. You wanted to go home. 

Hoseok’s smile is equally sombre, but he plays it off with a scoff. “I guess this is the part where you leave me and I have to go on with the rest of my life questioning whether these past two months were real or a crazy drug trip while I spend nighttimes TL;DR-ing our story on Reddit.” 

You break into laughter, clutching your stomach as you try your hardest not to think too heavily of this moment. “Hobi, you won’t be alone in this. I’m going to tell Jungkook tonight,” you confess, “I don’t know how he’s gonna take it, but try to be there for him. For me?” 

Hoseok tilts his head to the side, “In your world, were me and Jungkook close?” 

You hide your grin by taking a sip of your water bottle, “Very close. He sobbed himself a river when you wanted to quit the group.” 

“Hm, maybe we’ll be close someday too.” 

“Maybe,” you pull out your phone, instructing Hoseok to do the same as he waits for whatever you’re about to send him. 

Hoseok phone pings and he opens the document you just shared with him. His brows knit at the neat notes, zooming in the small font. “What is this?” 

“For when the other me comes back in my place,” you lean over him to point out the details highlighted in light blue on your digital document. There’s addresses, student details, lesson agendas, even the money you spent while you used the bank account. “it’s in her drive, but I think she might… freak out regardless. If I really got hit by that oncoming truck, I don’t know what she’s going to be feeling. At least this is a quick cheat-sheet, so she can catch up on the past two months and continue on with her life.” 

You try to tamp down the guilt that you feel, knowing your alter-self could be in a far more dangerous situation than you right now. 

“So if you can stop by the apartment tomorrow—Taehyung and I changed the keycode a couple days ago, maybe bring over some coffee so you two can talk it out?” 

“Of course, don’t worry about us,” and Hoseok starts to get teary, which makes you get teary as he says his next words, “once you go back, I want you to be happy, okay? We can’t exactly text or—or F-Facetime like we always—oh shit,” he shoves the sleeve of his hoodie in his eyes, “w-why does it feel like you’re dying or something?” 

You throw your arms around him, letting him cry on your shoulder. You sigh into his amber bangs, his long fingers digging into your wrist but you don’t care. Knowing letting go was going to be hard, you’ve emotionally prepped yourself since this morning, but it doesn’t hurt any less when you’ve become so close with Hoseok. 

“Who knows?” you run your fingers through his hair, in an attempt to soothe him, “maybe I’ll have another taste of that angel wine. You’ll show up in my dreams or something.” 

He shakes his head, “Hell no. What if Jungkook really decks you with his motorcycle the second time around?” 

“True,” you say, “I’ll miss you, Hobi.” 

“Do me a favor when you get back, yeah?” he breaks apart from your embrace, squeezing your shoulders. “Go find me and try harder to be my friend, alright?” 

You deflate a little, “But you’re so cool, I’m a little intimidated. It’s different when you’re surrounded by kids like a mama duck.” 

“I know I’m cool, but just try,” he says, “and I’ll try to be your friend again, too.” 

The two of you hug again, this time not saying anything. At this time Bogum waddles up to the two of you, sweaty and damp as he collapses onto the blanket. The two of you laugh as Hoseok presses a paper towel to the boy’s head. 

Bogum scrunches his nose, “Why are you crying?” 

You sigh, reaching to lightly pinch his forearm. “I’m going to be gone for a little bit. So take care of Hoseok while I’m gone, okay?” 

Bogum frowns, but puffs his chest out and nods, “When will I see you again?” 

Instead of you answering, Hoseok cuts in for you. “Soon,” he says with finality, eyes darting between you and a satisfied Bogum. He looks at you and mouths, we’ll figure it out. 

This time around, you know you don’t have to worry. 

•━━━━━━»•»💮💮💮«•«━━•••

“Jungkook’s waiting in your room,” Taehyung jabs a thumb in the direction of your shared hallway. “Probably passed out and took a nap.” 

“Oh?” you check your phone, “he’s early then.” 

Taehyung shrugs, the strap off his backpack sliding down to his elbows. “Looked a little frazzled. Maybe he had a long day.” 

“Yeah, he said he had his first recording session. Maybe it was overwhelming.” 

Taehyung nods, moving past you to get to the door. “I gotta go back to the studio,” he grimaces, slipping on his loafers, “literally don’t give two fucks about Tiffany’s seniority. Her fashion taste is complete garbage and I’m ready to spend the rest of the night fighting her for it.”

“Good luck,” and in your haste, you wrap your arms around his waist. 

Taehyung’s surprised by the sudden bout of affection, but he returns eagerly as he squeezes you back. “See you in the morning, we’ll go finish that Kim Seokjin drama we started.” 

You force a smile back, “Yeah, see you.” 

You don’t leave the little space by the door until you’re sure that Taehyung is completely gone from your vicinity. Relaxing your shoulders, you pull off your layers and bag and place them on your corner of the living room. 

Padding quietly, you take your time in turning the doorknob to your bedroom in case Jungkook is still sleeping. 

To your surprise Jungkook is not sleeping, however. He’s hovered over your desk, looking up at you from your yellow notebook. 

“Y’know,” he says, tone sharp, “you really shouldn’t just leave your stuff laying out here like this. Anyone can read it.” 

You bristle, shutting the door behind you even though Taehyung was already long gone. Maybe you wanted to contain everything in your room, hoping Jungkook wouldn’t run away at the story you had behind this. 

“Usually people don’t come into my room to read stuff off my desk.” 

“What is this?” he asks, “some sci-fi novel you’re concocting? Why do you have so much information about me?” 

Over the course of your two months, you’ve added more and more to your logbook. It was the little things at first, like the differences between the Hoseoks and the Jimins. But then you felt like you were starting to forget your life back in W1, so you got to writing memories. Stupid, little tidbits about your relationship with Jungkook. Or the brands of wine you and Sehlyung would fawn over during your nights out. 

But Jungkook is pointing to a particular page in your notebook, fingers digging so hard that his nails are turning white. You step further into the bedroom, taking slow steps as you approach your desk. 

One sleepless night, you took it upon yourself to write the lyrics to Still With You. The lyrics are written plain as day, glittered with star and moon designs and a little air conditioner decorating the margins.  

Your heart drops as you see the hurt marring Jungkook’s features. 

“I haven’t told anyone about the songs I’ve written,” he says, pain dripping from his voice, “not even Yoongi. How on earth could you have found my song? How could you have known that I wrote it one night against my air conditioner?” 

You feel like cotton is blocking your throat, “Jungkook, I wanted to tell you tonight—” 

“What, that you really are a crazy stalker?” he steps back, whirling around so now he’s the one in the direction of the door. He takes two steps back, closer to the exit. “That I’ve been so dumb to believe your lies? That I should’ve left you on the street? That you still see me in whatever Jungkook you once knew and now you’re taking it out on me?” 

“Jungkook, please listen—” 

“Because now I know you and I can’t work out,” he spits with finality, hands finally finding the doorknob, “we will never work out—” 

“I know!” you finally scream, and Jungkook falters. You’re shaking, but not erratically. You’re sobbing, shoulders wracking as you let your body collapse against the desk chair. This conversation feels startlingly familiar, as if you’re back to square one. “Dammit Jungkook, why won’t you listen? I knew we would never work out.” 

Jungkook itches to hold you, and comfort you. Instead he sticks by the doorknob, feeling true to his findings. After all, the evidence is all in your notebook. While hard to decipher, it’s clear as day that you always knew a lot more than you’ve led on. He wants to ask more, but he’s far too hurt to continue tonight. 

“I’m sorry, y/n,” he whispers, and slams the door to your bedroom shut. 

Your body gives out, and you feel two tons heavier as you sink into your uncomfortable desk chair. Jungkook’s gone. Your heart’s not so much broken, but you feel awful for getting him mixed up into this. Seeing the betrayal and pain in his eyes is heartbreaking, especially coming from you, someone who doesn’t even belong here. 

The whole room seems to be suffocating you, swallowing you whole. A shelf filled with medical textbooks and science jargon. A corkboard filled with pictures of your friends and family, all memories that don’t belong to you. This isn’t your life. 

You need to get out of here, now. 

•━━━━━━»•»💮💮💮«•«━━•••

W1, four months before. 

Namjoon is sitting between Jungkook and you, like two children and a parent having to intervene. Only this time, you two are being child-like adults and Namjoon is taking up all the leg space sitting in the middle of the back row. 

Jungkook feels like he’s being squeezed through the open window, Namjoon refusing to adjust to his equally large size. He glares over his shoulder, finding you are paying no mind. He scoffs when he sees you nuzzled up against Namjoon’s blazer, babbling like a brook because you’re too wasted to form coherent sentences. 

“What were you going to achieve by doing that, huh?” Namjoon’s voice is devastatingly low, not bothering to look at the younger man. 

He sighs, letting the night breeze tickle his loose strands as he recalls what he did do. It’s all too clear on his end. Entering the bar was easy, after a few rounds with the gang Jungkook decided it was time to mingle. It doesn’t take long for a pretty girl to slide up next to him, with practiced ease finding her way to slot herself between his stretched out legs. And he let her. 

And you? You were livid, of course. He could practically feel the burn of your gaze singing at the back of his head. But you weren’t going to cause a scene, instead you favored Taehyung’s inability to relent and inhiberation to the highest degree. 

Which is why you’re all going home early, before it got too messy. 

Jungkook doesn’t answer in the quiet car, but your soft sobs do. 

You probably haven’t even registered that Jungkook is in the same vehicle. After all, they had to haul your deadweight into the seat because you could barely walk. 

“Why, wh-why Joonie?” your voice is muffled by the thick fabric of Namjoon’s tweed overcoat, nails digging into the seams. 

“Why what, bub?” 

“Why doesn’t he want me?” 

Jungkook’s throat clenches. 

“He’s just stupid,” Jungkook feels dumb, listening to Namjoon and you speak as if they’re all not pressed up against each other like skinny sardines in a too-hot van. “Not to be intrusive, but the two of you are in a complicated relationship.” 

You hum in agreement, your previous drunkenness mellowing out and turning into a tired haze. When you finally arrive at the apartment complex, Namjoon doesn’t hesitate to be the one to carry you upstairs. He barely gives Jungkook the opportunity as he sweeps you into his arms, making the way to your room. Jungkook follows the both of you like a stubborn duckling. 

When Namjoon manages to get the door unlocked, he turns to Jungkook. “You should go up with everyone else. Don’t bother coming in here unless you’re gonna apologize.” 

The door is wide open, and Namjoon straightens up as you float away to your bathroom, insisting you can wobble your way to get your makeup and clothes off. Jungkook tries his best to look confident in front of his elder, steeling his features. 

“I’ll apologize, you go up first.” 

Namjoon pulls his wristwatch out, “You got fifteen minutes. You can’t stay here tonight.” 

Jungkook flinches when he coolly brushes past him, slamming the door on his way out. He then busies himself in your small kitchenette, finding your favorite Hello Kitty mug and pouring you a glass of water. He places aspirin and the water next to your bedside table, ready when you need it. 

It’s been ten minutes since then, and he’s running out of time. Standing in front of your bathroom, he makes a move to knock. No answer. He can’t hear the water running, or faint lo-fi hip hop that you always liked to listen to before getting ready for bed. 

Taking a chance, he turns the knob only to find it unlocked. You’re sitting on the floor, knees hugged and only in a long t-shirt. 

“You can go,” you mumble into your knees, not wanting to make eye contact. “I’m fine.” 

Instead he fits himself into your bathroom, sitting next to you. You don’t bother to move and make room, so Jungkook has to squish himself to fit. “Listen, pretty girl–” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

He sighs, “I’m sorry. I was being a dick and you don’t deserve that. I disregarded our feelings and that isn’t fair to either of us.” 

“I said it was fine,” he sees how hard you’re glaring at the tile on your wall, nothing interesting but your eyes are ablaze. “I know why you did it.” 

He stays silent. 

“You want to push me away before we get hurt,” you state, “but you don’t get to decide that on your own, Jungkook. I’ll give you time, but don’t wag yourself in front of my face like I’m some shameless puppy begging for attention,” you get up shakily, and you hold out a hand in refusal to Jungkook’s immediate reaction, “it’s either all of me or none of me.” 

And for the second time that night the door slams in Jungkook’s face, forcing himself to make a decision. 

[neighbourskid]

Dave? Dave.

It's been quite a bit since I've written anything here, huh? Well, I guess as it has been for pretty much everyone, life has been kinda strange for a while now. Despite vaccine roll-outs and continually changing safety regulations, there's still a global pandemic on, and everyone is trying to navigate this reality the best they can. For once, we are all, generally speaking, in the same boat now (sure, there are huge differences between countries because capitalism fucking sucks and rich greedy humans are once again proof that things need to change asap, but overall, we all have to deal with this pandemic).

But I don't actually want to talk about the pandemic, it just exists as a frame of what I do wanna talk about.

As I have mentioned before, when the pandemic hit, I was in the last semester of my undergrad studies and writing my Bachelor thesis. Or that's what I was supposed to do, anyway. I did do a lot of reading for it, early in the first lockdown after university closed and we were all attending from home. I was lucky, I had no classes, I only had like three scheduled meetings to check in on progress of the thesis, but otherwise I was free of zoom calls and attempting to attend university digitally. So I read.

After a while, reading became taking a book with me into the sun, glancing at one or two pages, and then just napping for most of the day, and spending my evenings either playing video games or watching some tv show or movie. At some point, I felt like now was the perfect time to rewatch all fifteen seasons of CRIMINAL MINDS, so I did that, instead of writing my thesis. I still occasionally read, but most of the days I just felt exhausted and unmotivated so I stayed in bed and binged my crime show.

As the deadline for the thesis started approaching, and the time I had left fell under a month, a switch in my brain seemed to be activated and, oh, hello, suddenly there was a certain drive there for that thesis again. Which lasted exactly until an email from university dinged into my inbox a few days later, informing me that I would get another month for my thesis, due to the pandemic. And away that motivation and drive went, immediately.

Not much later I had a session with the therapist I was seeing at the time, because of the hormone treatment I had started early that same year. I had talked to him about my concern that I might have ADHD before because I didn't feel like there was anything we needed to talk about related to my transition, so I brought it up again here. I told him how my thesis was going -- or rather, how it wasn't going at all -- and finally, as I told him about some of the issues I experienced while trying to do work for it, he acknowledged that I may indeed have some attention regulation issues. He prescribed me medication to try out, and -- wonder oh wonder -- suddenly I was writing my thesis. I ended up finishing it on time (even though a week before I had a moment of "all of this is garbage, I will never pass, I should start the whole thing from scratch") and got a decent grade for it, too. I've been on those meds since.

Over the last, I don't know how many years, I've always known that there was something a bit wonky about my brain. There were always these things that seemed to come so easy to other people, and try as I might, I just couldn't make them happen. I, presumably, had a lot of neurotypical friends. I also have friends with depression, BPD, anxiety disorders and other neurodivergencies. I have family members with autism. I know my mom suspected I might be on that spectrum as well.

Reading up on many of those things I never felt like any of them described what I was experiencing. There were certain traits, sure, but mostly there was a lack of what I actually did experience in most of them. Even ADHD, when reading about the "required" issues and traits, doing those self-diagnosing questionnaires, I just never saw what I felt represented. And then I started reading about what people with diagnosed ADHD had to say about how they experience things. I ignored the more medical or clinical information, and just looked for people talking about how they navigate their lives with ADHD. And then all of a sudden it was, oh, yeah this, this is relatable. This is where my brain's at.

Suddenly it made sense that caffeine didn't do nothing for me, that a nice, warm cup of coffee put me right to sleep. It made sense how, after only a month, suddenly a well beloved hobby or tv show was suddenly of no interest whatsoever. Staring at the wall for three hours instead of doing a simple task. Drawing in class so that I could pay attention to what is being said. The inability to remember much of my life before 6th grade. Having to bounce my leg so I could read a simple text. Needing to visually break a book down into chapters with colourful post-its to keep me from being overwhelmed by the length of the book. And so many other things. Suddenly, there was a reason for that.

I've always liked doing personality quizzes. Or doing stuff related to my zodiac sign even if I don't believe in astrology per se. Finding out what my Enneagram number is. Or my Myers-Briggs type. Not because I think those things define me or describe me to a T, but because they give me a vocabulary. They give me options. I love answering a bunch of questions and then getting a wall of text telling me This Is Who You Are and then I get to pick out what is accurate and what isn't. It gives me words to describe who I am that I didn't have before.

And it is the same thing with posts or videos of people with ADHD. It gives me a vocabulary for the things I experience and it lets me express those things in a way I wasn't able to before. Before, I was like, doing things that my brain doesn't want to do, feels like running headfirst into a wall because there is no way above, around, or underneath it. There is no door, no ladder, no tunnel, no nothing. There is only running headfirst into it until maybe, hopefully, it cracks. Preferably before my head does. But that is exhausting and most of the time, I prefer to not get through the wall at all, if what it takes is going headfirst through it. Now, I know that what that is, is a dopamine deficiency. The task that needs doing, the task that this wall is, doesn't give my brain enough dopamine. There is no satisfaction, there is nothing to gain from that task, so the brain isn't interested.

One of the things that I recently discovered and helps me a lot in this quest of figuring out how my brain works, is this guy Connor on tiktok, who also has ADHD. His videos are both hilarious and informative. And also incredibly relatable. They might be silly haha funny videos on the dear old internet, but I walk away from most of them going, oh! oh that makes sense, good to know.

He occasionally talks about how ADHD is completely misnamed and how Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder does not actually accurately describe what exactly people with ADHD lack. In one of his videos, he calls it DAVE instead. It's silly, and sounds a bit dumb, but I kinda like it. Dave. Dopamine Attention Variability Executive-Disfunction. Dave. I like Dave.

Y'know, I don't mind having ADHD. Presumably, I've lived with it my whole life so far. And it's annoying as shit some of the time. Especially when things need to get done and they just won't. But I don't mind that, especially now that I know that this is what it is. I've always feared that if I finally do go to a therapist and try to figure out what my brain is up to, they'll just tell me that I'm fine and there's nothing to worry about. And at first, my therapist did say I was psychologically unremarkable. But I guess if you've lived like this your whole life and nobody has really picked up on it, even a therapist doesn't notice (it's called masking, I've learned, thanks Connor).

But knowing is good. Knowing means I can learn things that help. I can take medication when needed. And, looking at the grades I'm currently getting in my graduate studies? Hells yeah, taking that medication and knowing how to deal with certain aspects of my brain helps a lot. It is incredibly funny to me that the best grades I have gotten in my entire academic career have been achieved in my Master's studies during a global pandemic. There is currently an actual real possibility that I may graduate summa cum laude. In my MA. That is insane!

Anyway, I am avoiding tasks by writing this right now. Oh, the irony. I'm gonna try and do those tasks now. Y'all take care. Cheers!

[cham-chammity]

Hey, everybody. I'm just gonna have this post be some kind of rant or word vomit thing, I guess TW for emotional/mental distress? I don't know.

Anyways, I apologize to those who's messages are sitting left on read in my DM's and to those who have asks sitting in my ask box unanswered. I struggle really hard with getting back to people or answering them. I feel really bad because I'll ghost someone because it takes too much mental energy to text or reply to them, I even ghost people without even realizing it. It makes me feel so, so bad--I promise I don't want to ghost or ignoring anyone. It's just a constant struggle for me.

I've also lately been having a really hard time with my emotions. I experience intense, prolonged amounts of emotion such as sadness or excitedness. The experiening sadness part has been much worse for me lately. I also am having such a hard time with doing school work, and it's only been two weeks since school started up again. I'm already behind on homework with some classes and I'm freaking out because I don't want a repeat of last school year. Last school year I was unmedicated for my depression amd anxiety so it was a literal living hell. I'm so goddamn scared I'm going to somehow go through all of that again. Hell, my mom is already on my ass about some "missing assignments" I have and I just cannot deal with this.

You see, my anxiety and depression was worse than ever last year. Because of that they heavily masked my ADHD symptoms. Now that I am back to how I normally function, I'm realzing now how much my ADHD really affects my day to day life. And it's so goddamn stressful. My mom won't let me go on medication due to quite a few reasons I don't feel like explaining right now--but if it means I can get tasks done and actually be able to regulate my emotions like a goddamn normal person, I want to try it out. I do however regularly drink caffeine since it is a self-medicating way to help treat ADHD, but it certainly isn't enough.

And what's worse about all of this going on is, whenever I reach out, people always say "omg that's so me too!" "Ugh I can relate" "i have trouble with x and y too hahaha!" And it makes me so goddamn fucking mad.

No, you dont know what I mean. You cant relate. YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IM EXPERIENCING. why?? Because if you did, you'd empathise with me and take me seriously and not jokingly laugh while you explain why its so "hard" for you to do something that doesnt even relate to what im talking about all while by default sayinf "oh same lmao". Also, most of the people I reach out to about this arent neurodivergent like me. ADHD makes things x10 harder than what youre experiencing. Im sick of the bullshit responses I recieve whenever I talk about my struggles.

I know I talk a lot about ADHD on my page, but I usually only ever adress the silly, stupid, minor stuff. The surface level stuff. Im gonna be honest, ADHD sucks. Its not some personality trait that makes someone extra quirky and cute. It legit makes life so much fucking harder. And so many people in real life I talk to about this dont fucking realize that.

Anyways, I just needed to get that all out of my brain. Thank you so much to those who read through the whole thing.

Please be patient with me, and I know there's quite a few people who follow me that are neurodivergent as well, so some of you here probably know exactly what Im talking about. But all in all if i ever take awhile to respond to something or my actual response is weak and short, please please please know it's not that I dont like you or arent interested in what you have to say.

Thanks everyone, I love you all :)

[ateezmakemeweep]

richboy!seonghwa (part 9)

word count: 6k

angst, fluff

(part 8) (series masterlist)

the bright sun reflecting off the blanket of snow outside pulls you from your slumber, a tiny groan leaving your mouth as you stretch your arms above your head. you had fallen asleep fairly early last night, meeting up with the rest of your class for dinner after a brief meeting about the 'rules and regulation' of the ski lodge. they were all fairly simple: no leaving the premises without a chaperones okay, no alcohol, no partying in the rooms.

but the knowing looks the three teachers gave all of the students made it obvious to keep anything of the sorts private, out of the way of them and the staff because everyone knows there's more than enough money floating around to buy your way out of trouble.

you were also pleasantly surprised to hear that, even at a ritzy establishment like this, complimentary breakfast was offered for the students until 10 a.m. you scramble for your phone, scowling when you see two new texts from your mom and then squealing upon discovering you only have fifteen minutes left to get a free muffin.

you jump out of bed, nearly tripping over your slippers before shoving them on your feet. you deem your sweatpants and long-sleeved night shirt appropriate enough to be seen by the general public, considering your nicer attire is usually judged anyway, before rushing out of your room and down to the elevator.

your feet tap anxiously until the elevator dings and then a few moments later, you're scurrying over to the table showcasing quite possibly the nicest array of breakfast you've ever seen. warm bagels and muffins, immaculate pastries, a bucket of fruit, and a kiosk with the option to have eggs, meats, pancakes or waffles out at your nearest convenience. you fiddle with the machine for a few minutes, a disappointed sigh leaving your mouth when you see chocolate chip pancakes are currently not available.

"i think they could probably spare a bag of chocolate chips," you mumble to yourself before you eye the blueberry muffin at the end of the table. your feet start moving before you can second guess snagging the last one, your hand reaching out just as someone's fingers graze yours.

you pull your hand back quickly, an apology falling from your mouth as your eyes raise. a feeling of...dread? excitment? fear? you really don't know anymore, quickly runs through you when you see those familiar brown eyes staring back .

"of course, why wouldn't you be stealing the last free muffin," yeosang hums sarcastically, a smirk on his lips that has you snatching your hand away.

"you're mean," you whine, resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at him, "they were out of chocolate chip pancakes and i'll have you know i was willing to spend the $10."

"wow, $10," he says, tone dripping with sarcasm as he picks up the muffin and resists the urge to smile when a pout covers your face.

your eyes scan the rest of the table disappointedly as you take in all the food. you think about taking one of the bagels because they're warm and that's the third best option when the muffin is thrusted into your face. you look down at it, then back at yeosang, eyebrows furrowed.

"what? do you need me to unwrap it for you?" you ask dryly.

his eyes squint at you and he has half the mind to take a giant bite of it in front of you, just to spite you. but then the stupid little pout and dejected look on your face crosses his mind and he finds himself speaking before he can stop.

"take it before i change my mind."

a happy gasp leaves your mouth, eyes wide and your mouth dropped into an o shape.

"really!"

"my arm's getting tired," he says, moving his hand holding the food.

"but didn't you want it, i feel-"

"i'm gonna drop it if you don't take it."

"what about if we-"

"i'm dropping it."

your hand snatches it out of his before he gets the chance, holding it away from him and resisting the urge to smile when that handsome smirk widens across his face. but your own smile blossoms on your face anyway when you meet his gaze because that was...nice of him.

"thank you," you say softly, breaking the muffin down the middle and examining the two pieces before taking the slightly bigger one for yourself. "we can share it."

he rolls his eyes, shaking his head before reaching around you to grab a bagel. "i didn't want it, i just saw you eyeing it," he tells you, "but how gracious of you giving me the smaller piece."

you squint your eyes at him, asking him if he's sure but he just ignores you as he pops the bagel into his mouth. so with a shrug, you bite off a little piece as you two stand in front of the table silently.

"have you ever been skiing?" he asks and you shake your head.

"no, not even snowboarding. but i've heard that's easier so maybe i should try that first."

his eyebrow raises, a smirk on his face as he tries to picture you balancing your clumsy self on a speeding board.

"or maybe you'll break your leg before you get the chance."

"that sounds like a threat," you quip with a smile before biting into your muffin and humming in delight. "these blueberries are so fresh."

you notice him roll his eyes watching you chow down on the muffin happily but the joy you feel quickly fades when you see him reaching out again. you resist the urge to flinch before his finger is on the corner of your mouth.

"what are you-"

"you're a mess," he says, thumb rubbing at the corner of your lip and you curse yourself for not putting on any chap stick yesterday, "can't even eat properly."

you feel frozen in your spot, watching him retract his finger back like it was nothing and proceeds to look at you strangely.

"shut-shut up," you say once you can find your words, heart twitching and bouncing in your chest. "have you ever skiied?"

you blurt the words out so fast and awkwardly that he even realizes, eyebrows pulling together before smirking at your pink cheeks.

"of course. i'm the best."

a scoff leaves your mouth as you look at him doubtfully, "oh please."

"i'm serious," he says and his tone indicates he absolutely is. but his eyes are so uncharacteristically light and playful and it's making you feel far too giddy inside.

in an attempt to act nonchalant, you can only take another bite of your muffin boredly, nodding your head at him while you "mhm hmm" sarcastically.

"you'll see today," he says, licking his lips before leaning a little bit closer. "then you'll regret being a brat to me."

he whispers the words so quietly and you never noticed how deep his voice could actually get sometimes. but it makes your stomach swoop, feels like something is tightening down there and you don't like how quickly it makes you nervous.

because you got nervous enough around seonghwa but now with yeosang being...almost nice to you, you don't know if your heart or stomach or brain can take it.

you pull back ever so slightly, eyes meeting his before quickly moving back to the floor. because they're so dark and deep and you can tell there's so much swirling behind them as he keeps them so tight and expressionless. like he's had years of practicing how to mask his real emotions and reactions.

"y/n," he says and you're about to look up when your hear a high pitched yell of your name again. five seconds later, wooyoung is bouncing up to you, his eyes moving down to your muffin with a pleading, expectant look in his eyes.

"is that blueberry?" he asks and you nod your head, a smile breaking out on your face at the boy's.

"yeah, you want the rest?" you ask, holding up the muffin. but he only breaks a tiny piece off, some crumbs falling onto the floor under you as he pops it in his mouth.

"just a bite, thank you," he says sweetly, bopping you on your nose before turning to yeosang. "aren't blueberry muffins your favorite?"

your mouth falls into another o, eyes shooting to yeosang who's shooting a death stare right at wooyoung. "piss off," he spits before his eyes catch san at the other end of the table, "san is stealing the last croissant."

"what!" he yelps, neck turning so fast you can't believe it didn't snap in half. and there's san. happy as could be with dimples on display as he piles the last croissant onto his plate full of fruit and two large breakfast biscuits.

you giggle as wooyoung takes off, watching as he barrels into the boy and san's grip around the pastry tightens. "stop! i could've dropped my croissant," he yelps, voice high pitched and whiney and you turn back around with a smile directed at yeosang.

"your favorite? why didn't you let me share," you ask him softly, holding out the last piece to him in your hand.

he narrows his eyes at you, chest tightening at the way you're so graciously offering him the last piece and how soft and quiet your voice is. he only ever hears your voice like that when you're talking to-

"seonghwa!" san yelps, running towards the taller boy who just came around the corner, "they have croissants!"

"do they," seonghwa says, as if he's talking to a child. his eyes survey the room until he sees you looking in his direction, a small smile on your face as you lift your hand to wave at him. but then, stupid you, watches as the last flaky piece of muffin falls directly onto the floor.

seonghwa resists the urge to laugh watching the smile drop right off your face, a strangled "oh no!" leaving your mouth as yeosang openly cackles at your stupidity.

"okay, nevermind, 3/3 still stand," he mumbles to you quietly and you look up to narrow your eyes at him. seonghwa makes his way over to you two, teeth in his lip to hide his smile.

"don't laugh, that was your fault," you mumble to him and he can't help the laugh that bubbles out of his mouth now.

"i'm sorry, i'll get you a new one," he says with a small smile.

"last one," yeosang tells him, "maybe now she'll learn how to control her flailing."

"i was saying hi!" you whine, grabbing a napkin and bending down to clean up the crumbs. wooyoung and san make their way over with a plate full of food, still bickering over the croissant incident.

"is hongjoong still sleeping," yeosang asks and seonghwa nods, explaining he knocked on his door for ten minutes before giving up on the boy who sleeps like he's dead.

"okay but are we gonna ski today!" wooyoung asks excitedly, "i haven't skied since my trip to switzerland."

your head peaks up at wooyoung's statement, cradling in the napkin in your hands so the crumbs don't fall out.

"have you skied before, y/n?" the boy chirps, "or been to switzerland?"

you purse your lips to the side as you shake you head to the side. you haven't ever traveled aboard but that's not information you think is important to share.

"oh, right, i forgot you're-"

seonghwa's head snaps toward his friend, his eyes cold and narrowing like he's about to reach out and strangle him.

"pretty, so pretty today even in your pajamas," wooyoung says and everyone can only roll their eyes.

"nice save," yeosang grumbles and you stand up with a giggle.

"yeah, right," you say, "i should probably change. what does one wear skiing, anyway?"

the four boys blankly stare at you and you feel a blush creep on your face. "well, i don't know," you squeak out quietly.

"a sweater and your jacket. then also double up on two layers of leggings or something," seonghwa advises as he looks at you, "i'm sure one of us have an extra pair of pants."

"i do!" san says and you skeptically look at the boy, causing wooyoung to snort.

"she's too nice to comment on your chicken legs."

"you're mean!" san whines, pushing his friend and you shake your head with a giggle.

"no! i'm sure they'll be fine, san, thank you," you say quietly before looking at the rest of the boys, "i guess i'll go shower and change now."

"we'll meet back here in an hour, okay?" seonghwa asks gently and you nod your head, a smile gracing your face when your eyes meet. "okay."

an hour later, clad in winter attire and san's pants that you were just able to squeeze on, you waddle back down to the lodge lobby. your eyes scan for the boys in the crowd but you only see the big group of your classmates standing off to the side. they're all peaking out the window and talking about which hill to start first and apparently, all rich kids are seasoned skiers because not one person has mentioned the bunny hill, where you were hoping to start.

you perk up slightly when you finally recognize a face and see yeosang talking to two boys and a girl you've seen in a few of your classes and passing through the hallways. you're hesitant to go over, knowing all too well they've given you dirty sneers and snide comments, so you decide to wait for a few more minutes, standing with your hands folded into one another as you anxiously look for seonghwa or hongjoong or san.

but every person that turns the corner isn't them and you're staring to feel like a creep just standing all alone. so you take a deep breath before making your way over to yeosang with a small smile on your face, feeling strangely calmed by him in the sea of your classmates.

that was until he turned to you the second you got to him, your hands playfully showcasing san's black pants.

"can you believe they fit!" you tell him, "i hope i don't actually break my leg now and bleed all over his pants."

your stomach plummets when you finally catch that cold look in his eyes, the same one he had when he first saw you during your tutoring session or fought with you in the library and you think you severely misunderstood his behavior up until now.

"yeah, because then you'd have to borrow someone else's," he spits and his eyes roam over you with such disgust you think you might've made up how light and teasing they were just an hour ago.

"uh-"

"you can go now," he says coldly, "i don't know what give you the impression you can talk to me in the first place."

your eyebrows furrow together because what? you talked to him all day yesterday. and today, just before, and he was being...somewhat bearable.

"was it because of the free muffin i gave you?" he asks quietly, a harsh scoff leaving his mouth and you hate that tears are pricking your eyes. but his tone is just so biting and cruel. and he wasn't like this before. "or because i tolerate you in front of my friends?"

is that why, because his other friends are here now? they're all turned around and watching him berate you, sad pity shining in some eyes while amusement glints in others.

"why are being an ass-"

"why are you coming up to me," he growls, advancing toward you and you quickly step back. his stomach knots when you look at him with fear and a hint of sadness and he wishes he had a reasonable explanation for why he's doing this to you that doesn't make him sound like a dick.

maybe because he doesn't want everyone thinking he's friends with you for some reason, hates that you came up to him in front of everyone with your beaming smile shining with the same excitement you had when you saw seonghwa.

it's ugly and cruel and unfair but he doesn't care. he pushes down the pain in his chest and instead lets his usual anger and spite course through his veins.

"forget how to speak?" he hums because you've just been scanning his face, trying to figure out why the hell he's acting like this and if there's any hint of remorse or playfulness in his face. but it's dark and scowled and it makes your stomach drop even more because you were stupid to think otherwise.

"forget how to be nice?" you spat because it's the only thing you can think to say.

"forget that i don't give a shit if i'm nice or not to your kind?" he spits, advancing toward you more and you swallow nervously. you step back further and your foot hits a large plant box, causing it to topple down and your cheeks flame when you hear the loud shattering of glass against the wood floor.

you hear the murmuring and chuckles of your classmates and a scornful laugh leaves his mouth.

"see, you don't belong here, y/n, and you shouldn't have even-"

a tall figure rushes out from behind you, grabbing yeosang by the jacket and pushing him up against a nearby column. you can faintly hear the dramatic gasps of your classmates, some of them whipping out their phones to record.

"are you fucking serious," you hear seonghwa's deep voice shout and you know you should probably pull him off of him. but your feet are glued, the harsh yell of seonghwa ringing in your ears.

"get off me," is all the other boy responds, not trying to push the boy off but shooting daggers at him. seonghwa's speaking so lowly, so harshly that you're not able to make out the next few words until seonghwa throws yeosang off the column harshly, nearly knocking the boy to the floor.

"i'm warning you, yeosang, you better watch yourself," you hear seonghwa growl and the shorter boy squints his eyes at him, walking the few steps to be standing right in front of him.

"get over yourself, seonghwa, i'm not scared of you," yeosang says, annoyance clear in his voice but jacket a bit ruffled from his friend's tight hold.

you see seonghwa's jaw tick, the boy stepping closer to the him again before you quickly walk over to grab him by the arm.

"stop," you plead as your drag him away from yeosang and over to the other side of the room. hongjoong, wooyoung, and san watch in confusion, heads snapping back and forth to your retreating forms and yeosang before deciding to stay with the fuming boy.

"why did you do that?" san asks him quietly.

you lead seonghwa around the corner, now blocking yourselves from the chattering group of teens and you can feel the tension radiating off of him. you wanna curse the tears pricking your eyes, refusing to let them fall but they're burning the back of your lids.

because why would he embarrass you like that? make you so flustered and laugh as you knock over the plant and make a scene in front of half your class.

"are you okay?" he asks softly, despite his rigid body, "i don't know what the fuck is wrong with him."

"i don't know either," you squeak out and you don't know if you're burning more with anger or embarrassment, "i..i probably have to pay for that plant now."

"no, don't worry about that."

"why did he do that?" you suddenly blurt out, the anger and embarrassment coming to the surface, "why is such a dick to me? why does he hate me?"

seonghwa wishes he could defend his friend now. but he's just too mad, boiling with rage and disappointment because he just asked him yesterday what his intentions were when he paid for you. and it's looking an awful lot like he lied to him last night.

he's gonna beat the shit out of him.

"i'm so embarrassed! everyone watched him yell at me and i didn't even do anything wrong to the asshole!"

"i know, y/n," seonghwa says calmly, "you can't let him-"

"and then i bump into that stupid plant that will probably take me four months of work pay off," you continue and your vision starts to get blurry as you rant to seonghwa, "why even buy an expensive plant like that to just stick indoors and mess up the color scheme! it makes no sense and why the hell did i even come-"

you don't even realize frustrated tears are falling from your face until you feel seongwha's hand on the back of your head, gently bringing you to his chest before wrapping his arms loosely around you. you stiffen for a second at the sudden contact until you relax, allowing yourself to lean against him and breathe in the scent of him.

he always smells so good.

you wipe at the tears angrily with the back of your palm, sniffling against his jacket and feel his hand scrape against your jacket as he slowly rubs your back.

"breathe," he mumbles quietly because he doesn't know how can when you ramble that fast.

you close your eyes and take a few deep shaky breaths, resisting the urge to nuzzle your face further into him as a way of hiding your embarrassment and basking in his warm chest.

"who puts a plant in the middle of the room," you mumble against him, hearing his muffled laugh above you.

"i don't know," he hums against your head, "i'm sorry, y/n."

you pull back slightly to look at him, a frown crossing his face when he sees your red, glossy eyes and you have to imagine this is a sight he so often sees; it feels like you've cried every day since you've met him.

"you didn't do anything," you mutter, roaming the face you can't believe is this handsome and close to you.

"i'm still sorry," he says, his hand coming up to stroke your hair, "they really shouldn't have put that plant right there."

a small chuckle leaves your mouth and you nod your head, feeling the slight pout still on your face. "i know," you mutter quietly.

"and he shouldn't treat you like that," he states, anger seeping back into his voice, "i don't think he realizes how...harsh he is sometimes."

"well then he's stupid," you grumble when your gaze shifts to the floor, not seeing the smile that graces his face.

"yeah, he is," seonghwa agrees, placing his hand under your chin to meet your eyes again. you swallow nervously at the look on his face, his soft eyes boring into yours before his gaze shifts down to your outfit. "you look cute."

your head snaps down to look at your outfit and you'd forgotten you look like a giant puffball, with your big jacket and snowpants. a small giggle leaves your mouth, sticking out your leg to show off the fit of san's pants.

"i can't believe i got san's pants on," you tell him before whispering, "i didn't think they would fit."

his eyebrow raises as a soft chuckle leaves his mouth. "you two share a brain and now clothes," he quips, "this could be bad."

you scrunch your nose at him, smacking his white puffy jacket in mock anger. "shut up."

he laughs at your weak attempt to hit him, catching your glove-clad hand in his before you're able to move it back.

"so you said you never went skiing?"

two hours later and you haven't even made it down the bunny hill.

"seonghwa, can we please go back," you whine, wind whipping your face and you can't believe you agreed to this.

"y/n, you were doing good, c'mon," he says, easily gliding past you and waiting a few feet ahead. "just come to me."

"no! last time i almost fell!"

because you've fallen a lot. far too many times. and there was snow in so many places there shouldn't be snow.

"and you were fine each time," he says and you have to give him credit for how patient he's been.

"but-"

"please," he says softly, standing straight up and ushering you over with one of the poles, "i want you next to me."

you sigh in defeat, stomach swooping at his words even though you know he's doing it on purpose. because with the sun shining around his smiling figure, you're finding yourself more than willing to fall on your ass.

"stop saying stuff like that."

a laugh leaves his mouth and he looks directly at you, the smile on his face causing your heart to act up now.

"stop smiling at me like that."

he looks to the side to hide his laugh, turning back when his face is wiped of his happy expression.

"don't make me get bossy."

your eyebrow raises at his tone, pursing your lips to the side because you don't think you'd hate that. and you like this new approach.

"maybe that's just what i need," you say teasingly and he eyes narrow at you.

"you don't wanna go there, trust me little one," he says, voice deep and warning and it makes you swallow the dry patch in your throat. did he just call you-

"is that girl ever gonna move?" a little boy's squeaky voice asks his mom. you let out a scoff when you look to the side and resist the urge to narrow your eyes at him.

gone is bossy seonghwa and you resist the urge to pout because hot. but now he's looking at you again, a laugh bubbling out of his mouth and you can't say you hate this either.

"he passed us three times, i just want you to know."

you let out another huff, grounding yourself on the skis and attempting to maintain the correct form.

like seonghwa said: knees bent, arms in front. knees bent, arms in front.

it's a mantra you repeat in your head as you make your way down the hill again, so so slowly but you're steady and you feel excitement coursing through you.

"i'm doing it!" you squeal because you haven't moved in almost a half hour.

"you're doing it!"

you're gliding your way down to seonghwa carefully and so close to his smiling form when chaos ensues. maybe it was overconfidence or just more bad luck or the distraction of the little boy wiping down past you that currently had you laid out on top of seonghwa.

chest to chest, poles clattering in a heap of a tangled mess on the snow with your skis digging into his calves. your face is hovering over his, hot breath fanning over his cold cheeks and the humor glinting in his eyes is making them appearing so big and bright.

"well, you came to me so i can't complain, can i?"

a small giggle bursts out of your mouth, reaching to move the cold snow off his exposed, dark hair.

"i'm sorry," you say meekly, a grimace on your face.

"no, you did good. better on me than in the cold, freezing snow."

"but then you're in the freezing snow," you whine, attempting to get off of him but only unsuccessfully rocking against him. it causes more to sweep around his head and he hisses against the cold tingle.

"ah, i'm sorry!" you squeal but can't help but laugh at your struggle, "it's so hard to move."

his eyes narrow at your laugh before you feel his hand on your hip, heart jumping at the feeling and then you're flipped onto your back. you don't even realize what happened until you feel the cold snow hit the back of your neck.

you squeal out his name as he's hovers above you, successfully holding himself up with a smirk on his face.

"what?"

"it's cold!" you blurt out, "how did you do that so fast?"

he smiles softly, leaning on one hand to dust off a cold white speck that flipped up on to your face during impact. but it only causes the snow on his glove to transfer onto your face and a loud laugh leaves you as you turn your head to the side.

"stop!" you giggle and he smiles down at you, eyes shining and soft before he easily gets himself up. he grounds himself on his skis before helping you up, gloved hands connecting before one moves to your waist to steady you out.

"can we please be done," you whine, "i totally think i got the bunny hill experience down for the day."

"y/n..." he whines as he looks down the rest of the hill, "we didn't even get halfway."

"but we can get hot chocolate," you squeak out, smiling brightly at your own suggestion and praying he goes for it.

he does, not so much for the beverage but because he doesn't think he could say no to you if he tried.

it takes another painstaking 40 minutes to get you off the hill, taking seonghwa down three times before he threatens to throw you on his back; in fear for his safety, it was all the motivation you needed to keep steady and successfully make your way up to remove your ski gear.

"you want whipped cream?" seonghwa asks as you two make your way up to the counter at the cafe.

"hm? oh yeah but i'll..."

"go get a table," is all he says, slightly pushing you by the small of your back away from the line. you turn to give him a dirty look but he's too busy handing his black card to the barista. you let out a huff, the dirty, crumpled cash in your pocket laughing at you.

you snag a seat by the window, overlooking the good skiers and remain impressed that people are actually capable of moving that fast. but apparently you spoke to soon, cringing when you watch two men collide into one another and then another into a tree.

"ouch," you mumble just as a steaming cup is placed in front of you. seonghwa takes the seat across from you, cheeks red as he holds the cup between his bare hands.

"thank you," you say quietly, "i have cash if you-"

his blank stare causes the words to die in your throat. so instead, you mirror him and take the hot cup in your hands, closing your eyes contently when the warmness hits your cold hands. you take a little sip to test the temperature, humming when you discover it's not burning and take a longer sip.

you pull back and seonghwa laughs, reaching his hand out to wipe the little bit of foam off your top lip. you swallow nervously, shyly looking down and another laugh leaves his mouth.

"what, that was too much for you but not falling right on top of me?"

you head pops up at his teasing tone, a surprised look on your face that he just called you out for getting shy.

"that was an accident," you grumble, "i told you the bunny hill was too daunting."

"little kids were lapping you," he says with a smile, "not by a little either."

you squint your eyes at him, taking another sip of your drink until you start to roam his face. because you can't look at him for that long or your heart starts to malfunction and it's then you realize how red his ears are.

"seonghwa! your ears!" you squeak.

"what about them?" he asks, one hand shooting up to feel it, "oh, it's cold."

"cold?! it looks freezing!" you reach out to touch it and gasp when it feels like ice. he watches as you take the scarf off from around your neck quickly and stand, looking at you warily.

"what are you-"

he can only freeze as you make your way in front of him, wrapping the beige and red fabric around his head and he's never felt more ridiculous but happy in his life. you make sure to cover his ears before pulling back to peak at him.

it makes you burst out laughing.

"aw, you look cute," you tell him sweetly because oh my, god he looks cute.

"i look like a grandmother."

"okay, but a cute warm grandmother whose ears won't fall off," you say as you sit back down, smiling to yourself as you take out your phone.

"what are you-"

"smile!"

you giggle to yourself as you snap three photos, one of him in shock, one with a relunctant pained smile before replacing it with puckered lips for the last one; that may or may not be your favorite.

you quickly turn it around to show him and he hides his face in shame.

"grandmother," he mumbles and you roll your eyes, taking a sip from your hot chocolate.

"but really," you say after a few seconds, "thank you for trying to teach me. i don't know if i'm a skier though."

he hopes he doesn't look as whipped as feels hearing your voice become softer, biting his lip to hide the smile from coming on his face.

"you did a good job," he says, "but don't think you're done."

your eyes widen and he laughs at his expression.

"we were just getting started, little one."

and there it is again. that term.

the term that makes something deep in your stomach twist and your face to break out in a blush. you're gonna blame the hot chocolate steaming in your face.

but whats your excuse now? because you've been laying in bed for the past hour muling over your day, the good and the bad.

because you were still a little angry and embarrassed over the incident with yeosang, not because you expected more from him but because...why? you don't know the reasoning behind anything he does. hot one minute, cold the next.

but then seonghwa is always able to make you feel better, kind and thoughtful and you smile thinking back to how he hugged you and made you laugh and you know you like him way way too much as you tap on your photos to look at him wrapped in your scarf.

"he does kind of look like a grandma," you mumble to yourself, "but such a-"

a tiny, surprised yelp cuts you off when suddenly, your room and the world outside your window goes completely black.

(part 10)

[kinetic-elaboration]

April 14: 2x15 The Trouble with Tribbles

Back to watching TOS on Wednesdays! We’ll see if I can keep this up because I do prefer it to Fridays.

Today’s episode: the Classic (tm) Trouble with Tribbles.

Starting out with a little test for Chekov lol. Just Chekov, his mentor, and his mentor-in-law.

My mom called Chekov “Kirk and Spock’s little project,” which I think is hilarious but also probably true. Only 22 years old and on the bridge crew? Private quiz by the top two people on the ship? Legit interpretation.

“It was just a little joke.” / “Extremely little, Ensign.” Classic Spock burn.

The Organian Peace Treaty--from Errand of Mercy??

I really do feel like Kirk is genuinely amused by Chekov.

You would never guess from this intro about tense diplomatic situations and number-one-top-priority-triple-red-alerts that this was going to be a crack-y episode about space bunnies.

Oh no, a fake red alert! Kirk is really angry now.

Kirk and Spock are very Married today.

STORAGE COMPARTMENTS?? StOrAgE cOmPaRtmEnTs?

WHEAT??

Do not try to imply that Spock doesn’t know things; he is contractually obligated to show off.

Canadian wheat.

Honestly, just let Kirk call it wheat.

Spock is using diplomacy to reign Kirk in. Sarek would be proud. And Spock would be insulted that Sarek is proud.

Kirk is very Sassy today.

Omg the waitresses have little wings.

Spock taking the wheat from behind his back and giving it to Kirk like a magician’s assistant.

I feel like Kirk is bitter about the wheat because it’s the one (1) thing he’s not a nerd about. And he’s from Iowa too!! He should know!

Uhura listening to the salesman; well she IS here to shop, after all.

Is it alive? Is it cute? Oh who am I kidding, I can see it’s cute!

Oh no the tribble is eating the grain.

Uhura is truly adorable.

I can’t believe she just made a joke about never getting any shore leave and here she is, back at her station again.

Can you even imagine AOS Kirk being tasked with protecting a bunch of grain? HE would make Iowa jokes.

And Spock is trying so hard not to laugh.

Tbh I have a real soft spot for these frustrated Kirk episodes. Poor, long-suffering Kirk. So much more serious than all of the nonsense going on around him.

I like this space station design.

Klingons on shore leave. They just want to have some fun. No bowling alleys on their ships!

Technical journal time for Scotty!

“I am immune to their effect....” Sure. What’s funny to me is that Kirk actually is immune to their effect. Truly at no point does he seem charmed or amused by or even interested in the tribbles, except in their capacity as Klingon detectors at the end

“I think they’re old enough [to be adopted].” Lol how can you tell?

One look from Spock reigns Kirk in. #spacehusbands

Oh, you noticed there are 11 tribbles instead of 1? How astute.

“What do you get when you feed a tribble too much?” / “A fat tribble.” This is ACTUAL DIALOGUE. Oh, Kirk.

Honestly McCoy is a medical doctor, so it kind of would make more sense for Spock to be doing these tribble experiments but he has his hands full with Kirk

Kirk is awfully insistent upon Scotty taking shore leave when he should very well remember what happened last time

“You’d think he’d be a vodka man.” And he is!

Klingons don’t understand Kirk at all. He IS a little soft <3

Where’s that post that’s like ‘the AOS writers just listened to this one Klingon speech about Kirk and wrote his character based on that?” I mean... not totally inaccurate.

Actually it is a potentially interesting speech. Is this really how his enemies see him based on his reputation? Or is it just, like, a bunch of generic insults you could apply to pretty much any captain of a group you didn’t like?

Poor Kirk, missing out on this fight scene.

Lol the drink joke. Does it make sense? No, but it’s funny all the same.

“Captain’s log: I am forced to cancel shore leave.”

Angry Daddy!Kirk and his unhelpful children. You’re ALL grounded!!

“No this is not off the record!” Not even gonna debate that Scotty.

This whole Kirk and Scotty scene deserves an Emmy.

Spones + Tribbles

The extra hilarious thing about Spock talking about the uselessness of the tribbles and Bones defending their cuteness as being an end in and of itself is that Spock DOES canonically like soft, pleasing animals. Even in this episode!!

The tribble wants to be captain.

Kirk collecting tribbles lmao.

“Don’t look at me, it’s the tribbles that are breeding.”

The tribbles are bisexual. Just like Captain Kirk. (Yes this is two different uses of the term that mean totally different things and I do NOT care I just like hearing the word “bisexual” in DeForest Kelley’s voice.)

I feel like Uhura must be so lonely.. Trying to talk to Spock about the moon. Meeting shape shifting aliens who become native Swahili speakers just for her. Trying to buy love in the form of small, cute animals.

The tribbles have been taken from their predator-filled environment. I am VERY curious about their native environment now. What eats tribbles?

“It’s you I take lightly.” Honestly this level of sass almost makes AOS Kirk seem IC.

“Licensed asteroid locator and prospector.” Brb changing careers.

“But he is after my grain!”

Kirk saying “au revoir” is funny on its face for how he echoes Cyrano what’s-his-face but also because it reminds me of Shatner saying “I’m from Canada, so I speak French.”

No, the tribbles got in his food! That is the last straw.

It’s hard to tell because it’s covered in tribbles, but Spock appears to have a very odd looking salad. (Or that large piece of fruit is a tribble, really hard to tell.)

Spock’s “fascinating” was so quiet.

“They’re into the machinery all right.” First, lol, and second, isn’t Scotty supposed to be in his room thinking about what he’s done?

You can really see that missing finger.

Gonna beam down some tribbles too.

And now to top off this bad day: the indignity of having a bunch of dead tribbles fall on his head. To wacky music.

“Gorged? On my grain?” It’s more likely than you think.

And like........you realize someone off set is just continuing to throw little puff balls at Shatner's head at regular intervals during this whole scene? One just bounced right off it.

And the answer to the tribble problem is literally “stop feeding them” which is so obvious that I assumed it was just harder than one would think not to feed a tribble. Since no one fed them. And they continued to eat.

I also love how Bones comes into his best friend literally buried in tribbles and doesn’t even blink.

Whereas Spock’s here with his mouth this thinnest possible line, trying not to laugh.

They like Vulcans! They have good taste.

Spock is definitely that type that has secret low self esteem so he builds himself up with confident comments at every opportunity.

“He’s a Klingon, Jim.”

Kirk REALLY likes threatening the Klingons with tribbles.

I feel like leaving Cyrano to single-handedly clean up the tribbles over 17 years is not a punishment that makes sense because like... must the station live with the tribbles until then? Also, where is he to put them?

I think they should be returned to their native habitat to be eaten by predators according to the natural cycle of life.

Are we to understand that SPOCK suggested beaming the tribbles on to the Klingon ship? Perhaps I have underestimated his prank war abilities.

I’ll be honest, this ep is very entertaining and for that reason one of my favorites, but I don’t know that it paints the Enterprise, and Kirk in particular, in the best light.

Like... I am really torn on Kirk’s treatment of the undersecretary. I know he often doesn’t much like administrators and diplomats and other people who don’t seem to have much RL experience, and certainly this Federation official got on his bad side immediately and understandably by misusing the red alert.

But... Kirk isn’t at all subtle about not liking him. I mean he literally says “I don’t like you” and that’s just objectively unprofessional, which he is not. The sassiness was way unsubtle, which could be funny, but it just didn’t seem IC.

I can almost justify it because of the red alert mix up--that’s everything Kirk hates: violating regulations, showing disrespect to him and his crew, uncalled for manipulation--and I think he has the right to be upset about it. But he continues holding this grudge for a long time. It feels like it’s just as much about not personally caring about the grain as about anything else. Like he’s dismissive about the grain because he personally has never heard of it. So obviously it’s not important.

That’s too much that conventional-wisdom arrogant, dumb Kirk for me.

I guess I just don’t understand, why so much hatred for the undersecretary? Because his two biggest sins were the red alert and employing a Klingon. But as I already said, I think Kirk’s ire is disproportionate to the first offense and no one knew about the Klingon until the end--because a tribble, not Kirk specifically, found him out.

Otherwise..this guy was right! The grain was important, losing it or having it sabotaged would have very bad consequences for the Federation, it is Kirk’s job to guard it, and he should do it well. He was also right that the Klingon threat was real!! He’d brought in the Klingon threat but he was still right about it existing. The Klingons did in fact sabotage the grain! And although we hear at the end that there was magically more grain out there... I don’t get how or from where.

Furthermore, he used the red alert specifically because he seemed to think Kirk wouldn’t rush over to protect the grain otherwise, and Kirk is so dismissive of this “just wheat” that he kinda proves the guy right!

Anyway, I can see the grains of this Kirk (lol pun not intended) in his general characterization, but it’s too over the top, to the point where it’s OOC. He does take his job, including the diplomatic aspects of it, very seriously, and I think an IC Kirk would protect the grain, and maybe be only occasionally, subtly sassy to the undersecretary.

But this was such a crack-y episode overall... it was like everyone was turned up to 11 and pushed slightly to the side.

It was a fun ep though with a lot of very classic scenes, and it’s another reminder that Spock likes soft, adorable animals.

I will admit that I actually do not think the tribbles are particularly cute. They kind of weird me out. They’re just lumps of fur.

Next is The Gamesters of Triskelion, which I vaguely remember as a decent but not great episode.

[potatotrash0]

Your DR magic AU, hand it over 🤲

Okay I have two other anons and I’m just gonna split the character ideas among the three asks. I don’t quite have a plot thought out, and most of these characters’ concepts have only existed in my head up until now...bare with me skdjksjfkd

Mm I talked about them briefly in Prom’s ask? But here’s a more in-depth thing of the THH fighting styles.

Makoto is a mage-type. (I used fighter, support, and mage to describe the various adventurer types it’s temporary just roll with it) Again, he can’t really hold magic for very long? He’s got a large mana reserve but it’s hard to activate and harder to control, so he’s currently working on mastering the little bullets. In the future, I imagine large barrages of bullets would sort of circle around him like they would in the barrel of a gun.

He probably got in accidentally? I’m not entirely sure about this, but I think there’s an entrance exam for Reserve Courses and he was probably forced in on Komaru’s behalf for some reason.

He was basically running the entire time until the very end when he panicked and suddenly the entire field was wiped clean from him waving his arm. HPA saw that, decided that he was worth training, and put him into the Main Course. He doesn’t feel very good about getting in that way, but HPA isn’t exactly empathetic like he is. Again this is like one of three ways I think he could’ve gotten in with the rest of the cast because I’m indecisive skdjsjf

Kyoko is another mage-type, in general the Main Gangs of each game have various themes. THH’s trio has a magic theme, they all use magic. She doesn’t use a weapon, though I’m thinking her gloves act as a limiter of sorts?

As a general rule, more mana means less control, and being half-demon gives her a lot of it. Her gloves help her regulate her mana output so that she doesn’t use too much of it when attacking and tire herself out. Later in the timeline, I imagine there might be a scene where she takes them off and fights off some enemies to buy the rest of the class time to escape something? She would get trapped in the process, but I think this would happen after she’s worked with Makoto for a while and she would trust him enough to believe he would come back for her if she didn’t return.

Oh this isn’t related to her fighting style but on the topic of her being half-demon, that’s mainly because I thought it was boring for everyone to be human and I’m a big sucker for fantasy species so yeah. She’s a cambion.

She has purple-tinted skin, horns that curl up and are fairly close to her head, a thin pointed tail, pointed ears, her pupils are slitted, she’s got carnivore-style teeth, her nails are longer and sharper by default. Whenever she uses the full extent of her magic, her scleras turn dark purple and her irises turn white. Oh yeah her scars came from an accident she had when she was young where her magic got out of control and burned her hands. Her mom’s the demon by the way, for no particular reason, I just thought that the Kirigiris would stay human in this and I don’t know anything about her mom’s side of the family.

I just realized I never said Makoto’s race skdjks he’s human!! He and Komaru just happen to be a special case and have a lot of mana. Most other humans in this AU aren’t so lucky. (cough hinata cough cough)

Byakuya, again, uses magic. He’s the only one who uses a weapon in the Trio, he uses a staff specially made by the Togami family. He also knows how to use a sword and a bow.

I haven’t put too much thought into him, but I know for a fact that his adventuring outfit would have a big sweeping cape later in the timeline. In the beginning though, he just has a stupid expensive suit. The cape comes in later as he, Kyoko, and Makoto start to group up more and more.

I’ve decided that adventurers in this AU group up just as often as they go solo, and while Byakuya would initially be solo, he would deem Makoto and Kyoko strong enough to work with whenever they’re taking on a difficult job.

Groups would change to have matching designs the longer they’re partnered up, and capes/cloaks happen to be the THH Trio’s Thing, as in all three of them would have a cape/cloak of some sort. Byakuya because he’s pretentious, Makoto because he thinks it looks cool, and Kyoko because she uses the cloak for practical reasons like storing things and keeping a low profile when needed. Oh and Byakuya’s bloodline is of royal elven descent, their business is selling spellbooks, runestones, potions, reagents, any magical item you could think of.

Sayaka is a half-siren mage! She mostly uses charm and illusionary magic, as well as healing so that she can support her allies. Later on, she might learn water magic so she can actually deal damage as well. I haven’t decided on her weapon of choice, perhaps she uses a lyre or casts spells from a book. I’m also debating having her learn hand-to-hand combat instead of water magic?

I just like the idea of someone coming up and trying to challenge her, thinking they’ll beat her easily, and barely getting a hit in before she kicks their legs out from under them and tosses them over her shoulder like they weigh nothing. She deserves to take out people twice her size and be menacing, as a treat for the amount of disrespect she gets in the fandom. And I want her to take Leon down a peg because he definitely acts a little like a cocky frat boy sometimes.

Speaking of Leon, we’ve got our first fighter-type!!! I could have him use a baseball bat but that’s boring so I’m thinking he might utilize items as well as a weapon? Bombs or grenades that look like a baseball and explode on impact, baseballs that ignite when thrown and act as fire balls. Alas, I don’t think about him much so this is all just me throwing ideas to see what sticks.

Whatever the case, the main thing I know would happen is that he frequently gets help from Kazuichi and Miu because he just cannot for the life of him stop breaking his equipment. He’s reckless and rushes into battle and now that he doesn’t have Kanon to stop him from setting stuff on fire all the time, he gets detention a lot. (And no she isn’t into him like in canon, I refuse to acknowledge that she ever was.)

Chihiro......they can’t fight djfjsjfjjf. They specialize in making tech and weapons, and in the beginning, would mainly use robots that they programmed to support their allies. Though, they do end up training with Mondo, Sakura, and Aoi to help them become better at combat, and eventually they join everyone else on the front lines as a ranged fighter/support type.

Also, the robots would kinda follow them around like pets. Cute little guys that can also shoot lasers. The robots are powered by mana crystals and each one has a different personality and magic type! Sometimes they follow around different people, the electric one took a liking to Mondo and you’ll see it floating around while he works out. They’re buds.

On the topic of Mondo, he’s another fighter-type! He’s more hand-to-hand combat. A controlled berserker, if you will. Probably started out fighting guys in his hometown and progressed to clearing out monsters when Daiya got concerned about his temper? Perhaps. Maybe. I do not think about Daiya I apologize.

Oh wait hold on. I’m looking at his character art and he’s got a hammer.........it’s decided he uses a warhammer, the biggest one they’ve got, and it’s probably a mana-based weapon. Specifically electric. He and that lil robot wipe the battlefield with their opponents >:D

Taka is probably a fighter-type? I can’t for the life of me find where I read this, but apparently he’s really good at self-defense so I imagine he does hand-to-hand combat as well as sword-fighting for the Noble Paladin Aesthetic.

Hifumi was originally a mage-type, but upon second thought, I’m making him a support-type who uses items and potions and stuff! I like the idea of him making fun little bottles and potions themed after his favorite animes and mangas..........he also definitely helped everyone design their adventurer outfits. He’s the only reason that Makoto’s outfit isn’t boring as hell.

Celeste is, of course, a mage-type. She’s Miss Lolita of course I have to make her an ethereal magic user alright also I love her and I love mages let me have this skfjdkjf. As for her weapon, my first thought was her having playing cards that she throws HxH style?

Or she could summon goons to fight for her, playing into the whole loyal servant dream she has. They would be vaguely themed after the cards, so there would be a jack, king, queen, and joker, all of different magic types depending on the suit of the card she throws. Electric for a spade, fire for a heart, ice for a diamond, something along those lines.

I’m also considering having her little...finger armor thing? I’m thinking of having that cross into her magic, where she attacks with claw-like things formed out of mana. Of course she could also just. Use the cards to cast spells directly skdjksjfkhf

Sakura is definitely a fighter-type. Again, hand-to-hand style, but I imagine she’s more controlled and strategic than Mondo. I can’t see her using a weapon, so I guess she’s like one of the only characters to fight exclusively with fists.

Mukuro’s a ranged fighter-type, but she can also do melee. She uses magic-based guns, ones that shoot mana infused bullets. They have a variety of effects depending on the type of bullet and magic. (I’m not a gun person so take this with a grain of salt.)

Bullets that break apart might be laced with electric magic so that they can shock a target from several points, or fire magic if she’s aiming to start a fire quickly. Exploding bullets are usually used with fire magic, but she might switch to ice if she wants to create a barrage of ice shards for...some reason, I don’t know. There’s more combinations I could probably make, but I’m. Not here to spend an hour researching guns. Not right now at least, who knows what I’ll want info on in the future.

Mmmmmm I’m starting to lose patience here so forgive me for the shorter explanations. I might throw in a fun fact about them for ✨ flavor ✨

Junko’s a fighter/mage-type! She uses a scythe and laces the blade with magic. She could combine it with fire magic to create a flaming scythe and go nuts with it, or she could just channel general mana and slam the blade into the ground to create a big crack in the ground.

There’s about an 80% chance she gets several weapons later in the timeline. Her scythe, a spear, possibly a gun. Monokuma probably exists, I like to think Junko ran into a smarter monster and tamed it and kept it as a slightly feral pet.

Also, yes, she’s still a big adrenaline junkie who gets off on despair. If you see her fighting things she knows are out of her league, mind your business.....actually, call someone to help before she gets herself killed. Please.

I haven’t decided what Aoi will be just yet? I’m veering towards fighter/mage-type, she could use water magic and maybe a leg-based fighting style. Possibly judo or taekwondo. I.....do not have any ideas for her. However I do know that she and Sakura would have a bunch of combo moves together dkfjkejfkdjjd

Toko is a mage-type! She probably uses a book to cast spells from. Or just uses her hands. She would fight ranged, I don’t think she’d want to be up in the action. Too much stress for her, y’know? I

As for Syo, she fight differently than Toko! She technically uses dual swords, but the swords can also connect to create a giant pair of scissors. Again, this is just sort of a fun character thing, but she gets to hate Byakuya in this AU. They have arguments and get on each other’s nerves a lot, but I think the rest of the class usually separates them before anything serious happens.

At some point after Toko befriends Komaru, I like to think that Syo gets a proper fight scene with Byakuya where she rips into him. I don’t think Toko would want to hurt anyone though, even him, so Syo would probably leave him with a few minor cuts at most.

Afterwards, I think Byakuya would quiet down with the insults with Naegi and Kyoko’s requests. (Well. Naegi asked him to try and be nicer because he was worried that they might fight again. Kyoko just bluntly told him that he needed to stop being a jerk and start considering everyone else’s feelings.)

Skfksjfkdh ah. I also like to think Komaru and Toko were initially partnered up by HPA for a job. They were assigned to deal with a couple of school kids wreaking havoc on a nearby city with some monsters they semi-tamed?

But after finishing the job, they decided to partner up permanently on their own. They probably have a few combo moves that Komaru came up with, Toko tweaked them to make them actually possible with their skill set and weapons.

Hiro is...possibly a mage/support-type? He’s probably a bit cowardly and freaks out when on the front lines, but he can use a crystal ball to attack from afar. I’m also considering giving him tarot cards so that he can toss them and attack from several points at once?

Or the ball could shatter at some point during the story and he could just roll with it and spread the shards out during battle to attack from several points at once. They could also be used to create a magic cage of sorts, like electric fence but only electricity.

Okay that’s everybody oh my god. I have plenty more stuff about this au, this isn’t even half of it trust me lmao. I’m sorry about this being so long I didn’t realize it’d be this wordy!!!!!

[lavenderek]

So you're saying you don't think "underage" fic is gross. Is that what youre saying?

well, no. yuck. what i’m saying is, what exactly and specifically do we want to happen?

there should not be explicit fic about underage characters, got it. so what age can they not be under? 18? 16? what country’s laws regarding the age of consent do we prioritize? like, i think it’s gross that the age of consent is 16 in some places, but i’m an american, so i would, wouldn’t i? so ok, what if we hedged it a bit and put the age as like, 14? that way it’s not little kids, it’s all teenagers. but no, gross, 14-year-olds are children. fun fact: so are 16-year-olds. they are also children.

what about fic about two teenagers having a consensual encounter? should all romantic or sexual fic have to be about adults only? your answer to this may very well be “yes,” and that’s completely valid. a teenager writing fic might disagree. somebody who’s a big fan of a show that’s about a bunch of teenagers might disagree. should there be an adults-only section on the site? there’s already a “stop, you have to be 18″ box to check before you can access explicit fic, so how do we verify a user’s age? they can just lie about their age and click through anyway. you have to be 18 to make a youtube account and i’ve had one since i was 13. i remember very deliberately choosing a new birth year when it asked for my birthdate.

then you get to slightly greyer areas like large age gaps, or heavy role play between consenting adults. i have absolutely witnessed fic that’s clearly written to be CP, but it’s tagged as age play. so like, for all intents and purposes this is CP, but if you roll in like “hey, this is fucked up,” they can be like, “oh, so you read this picturing actual children, sicko?? you have a problem with two adults doing shit in the bedroom??? how dare you!!! don’t like don’t read!!!”

it’s kind of like on porn sites, how they make like nasty inc*st stuff but call it “stepmom” or whatever, like oh, they’re not actually related! sure, joseph, thanks for covering all your bases

so we can’t ban kinks. or can we? should we limit depictions of serious addictions or domestic abuse too? torture, or even body horror? these are generally accepted to be dark content.

i’m not trying to engage in whataboutism, i’m naming actual, relevant questions about shit that’s disturbing in real life (no offense to kink people who follow codes of consent and conduct) and can be incredibly upsetting to encounter online. shit that i can’t imagine wanting to read, let alone write.

these are the questions that we, you, i, people pro-a*3 and people anti-a*3, are all asking, and not a single one of us can or should answer them unilaterally.

so it’s like, oh, okay, so there should be no oversight at all? should there be no rules? no, obviously, that would be horrible, i don’t trust any of these fuckers to conduct themselves civilly. so there should be some rules, but not too many rules. that’s what we have now, and clearly the way things are now isn’t working because a lot of users are reasonably very upset.

should there be a voting system, and rules are set by a popular vote? should certain words be flagged and you can’t post the fic with that word in it? should there be a thing where when you post a fic, you have to select the ages of each character and that’s listed at the top of the fic? what if they age during the fic? should there be a flagging function, where you report someone for not using sufficient tags? users will find workarounds for all of this. you know they will. so mods will have to be very specific about the rules and introduce, like, a vetting system for it. which is a lot more manpower and a lot more chances for subjective judgments.

all of the above is why it operates on a tagging system instead. i’m gonna be real, i only go on a*3 to read comments on my own shit lmao, and even when i did go on there more often i never went in the tags searching for fic. so is there a blacklist function? is there a flagging function?

if there is a flagging function, maybe they make it so that if the flagged user has violated the rules, their account is suspended and their fic made private for the duration and until they add necessary tags.

cool, a compromise. but uh-oh, it turns out Mod A agrees that this fic is n*ncon, but Mod B thinks it’s just vague, not n*nconsensual, and doesn’t feel comfortable banning the fic. or it turns out User didn’t post anything flaggable, they were reported by somebody who is targeting them for some reason, or by someone who is more stringent about n*ncon than somebody else would be, like, it’s gotta be enthusiastic and verbal consent or else it’s skirting the edges too much.

it’s like, we’ve already witnessed censorship (please take this word usage gently, i know it’s touchy but it’s the word to use here) being a problem here on tumblr with their stupid nipple ban. there’s a double standard regarding whose nipples are explicit and whose are kosher for public consumption. people have to appeal their shit getting flagged and sometimes nothing gets fixed regardless. i’m sure other people are pleased that there’s less of a chance of them accidentally scrolling past a picture of a hard dick at work.

so you get it, this is a problem that’s more complicated than “all of x should be banned and if you post it there’s something wrong with you,” a belief you’re more than entitled to hold but can’t base, like, fanfic legislation off of. you get it you get it.

you get it, but like, what is the fucking deal with those “fandom moms” who go off on soliloquies about the days of old or whatever the fuck whenever this topic comes up? what about the weirdos who are like, “what’s next, banning gay fic????” yeah, if we allow gay marriage you can marry a tree, that’s how it works, thanks tiffany.

but no, the reason they do this is NOT that they think lgbtq content is comparable in any way to CP. the reason they do this is that this exact problem has taken place on every site that has ever hosted fic. and many previous sites did think lgbtq content was comparable to CP. it was categorized as adult content and hidden.

that’s why a*3 exists in the first place. it was to avoid godmodding and absolutism. it’s supposed to be more or less self-governed. i don’t want there to be CP on a*3 any more than you do, but i also don’t trust randos to decide what is and isn’t acceptable content. this topic is not new.

i’m in support of stronger government regulation in real life because it can be argued that certain actions and systems violate human rights. everybody deserves food and shelter, for example. the same can’t be argued in this case because some creep writing CP doesn’t violate my rights. i find it offensive and i don’t think they should be writing it, but my right to click the back button is intact. there is no institution making it impossible or even difficult for me to not read fanfiction. the creep could just as reasonably argue that their right to post what they want is being affected.

why is this response so long? is it because i can’t shut up? yes, but also because this is a complex issue and that’s why nobody has taken significant action on it.

people are also big mad.

i’ve never understood this impulse to see somebody not doing a thing you want them to do and assume it’s out of malice or incompetence, anyway. i don’t know anybody who volunteers for a*3 but it’s my assumption that given the choice to have us all pissed at them, or have us all not pissed at them, they would choose to have us not be pissed at them. it just seems like the reasonable reaction to have. and like, i’d be pretty shocked to part the kimono and find out they’re all CP-loving gargoyles and a*3 actually stands for A lot Of child abus3. that is the reason i have not been like, “fuck a*3.” because what are they supposed to do, you know?

there’s no simple or inarguably morally right solution here. the princess is in another castle. just post fic on tumblr, i guess? make another hosting site that’s exactly like a*3 but romantic characters can only be like, 21?

i actually think the legal age in the US should be raised to 21, not joking. your brain literally and biologically isn’t finished developing at 18. teenagers lack the world experience to make decisions that adults make.

somewhere there is an 18-year-old or a person who moved out and became self sufficient at 18 who hates this sentiment. there’s a teenager in an abusive home who would be intensely demoralized by the prospect of having to remain beholden to these people for three more years.

and there’s a parent who is relieved to know that their kid can’t be preyed on by army recruiters for three more years. there’s a person who got into a car crash with a teenager who misjudged whether or not they could make a turn who’s like, yeah, she could probably have benefited from a few more years.

nothing is as simple as it should be. i agree with you, but i’m not willing to pass blanket judgments with regards to actions that should be taken. and honestly, given how little i actually go on the site, i don’t even have a dog in this fight. so all my opinions on it are moot anyway.

(side note, if you are in an abusive home and you can’t make your own bank account, or if your bank account is monitored by your abusive parents, maybe try venmo? you can get a debit card that pulls directly from your venmo balance. a surprising number of places accept venmo payments, and this way you can save up money in secret.)

anyway uhhhhh seeya

[riordanverse-dorphin]

Percy Jackson taking ADHD meds headcanons

he goes on medication a few months after he’s diagnosed

he sees a psychologist who teaches him coping strategies as well as the psychiatrist who prescribes his medicine

being able to focus better does wonders for his self-image

like he still doesn’t see himself as very smart but it used to be so much worse

it also helped him not blame himself for his symptoms so much because “medication wouldn’t have helped if I was just faking”

but mostly what helps is his mom reminding him that it isn’t his fault

Gabe is a shithead about it

because of course

“what’s the point of putting him on those pills if I still have to pay for him to go to therapy every week” “maybe he should just man up” “he’s just faking” “all these medical bills cost too much” “why does he need to see two doctors isn’t one enough”

Sally will not stand for it

she does not budge an inch, takes Percy to therapy every week and to get his medication perspired every month, and then every other month, and then every three months

(as time goes on your psychologist doesn’t need to see you as often)

she won’t let Gabs talk to Percy about any of his mental health treatment because she knows how damaging Gabe’s ideas are

when Percy goes to camp for the first time he has his medication with him for the trip to Montauk

except it gets blown up with all their stuff on the bus

he manages not to lose his meds on a quest again

mostly because he’s extra careful

his mom drives to CHB to deliver him his medicine for the remaining two months of summer

she does the same thing every summer

he’s just on meds. TSoM, TTC, TBotL, TLO, all that is an ADHD character on meds.

he’s completely off his meds during HOO because Hera didn’t think it was important

it’s part of why he was off the entire series

without his meds he has a harder time regulating his emotions, and his intrusive thoughts are worse, and his RSD oh gods he’d forgotten it was this bad

(just like he’d forgotten everything else lol)

he heard “Feast of Fortuna” wrong and Hazel gave him a slightly odd look and his brain is going “u fucked up u fucked up she thinks you’re stupid or rude now u only have three people willing to be nice to you and you just lost one of them” and doesn’t calm down until after the war games

when Nico tells him he used to have a crush on him Percy’s brain was short circuiting and he doesn’t put together what Nico is telling him

“not his type... not his type of what?”

he finds Nico later and goes “hey so my dumbass brain didn’t put together what you were saying last time we talked haha but I just wanted to say I support you and I’m proud of you for coming out so. uh. see you around I guess.” then he finger guns and walks out

90% of his plans in HOO are made when he’s running on pure adrenaline

in SON it’s especially bad because not only is he off his meds he forgot all his coping strategies

he comes up with solid plans during battle but when they’re trying to plan before a crisis happens he can’t come up with anything

Annabeth helps him out with managing his symptoms during the quest

she shares her stim toys with him

Percy: “this is on the same level as that time you took a stab wound for me”

there’s a thing called body doubling where people with adhd can focus better if there’s somebody else in the room also focusing

so Annabeth body doubles for him

like if he’s trying to get himself food and keeps loosing focus or his executive dysfunction won’t let him she’ll grab her computer and sit in the kitchen while he makes a sandwich

normally Annabeth and Percy aren’t very involved in helping each other manage their symptoms because they already had support systems by the time they meet each other

they do body double all the time tho

they’ll iris-message each other and work on their school work together

Percy body doubles with his mom too

she’ll work on her book and he’ll do his homework, sometimes Paul will grade papers or do lesson plans

[thechubbyotter]

You will be Mondo Gecko Chapter 1

It all starts on a warm summer night.  In the depths of New York City.

 Our heroes in orange and blue bandana make their way through the very crowded market of the Hidden city.

 With salespeople trying to draw attention to customers, curious magic objects. And children insistently begging their parents to buy them something.

 A typical situation of a market.-Aaagh...Why did we have to come just this day-

 The blue one protests, while hiding his face more with the cap of his jacket.

-... I already told you that I am wanted to catch me in this place after the incident at the spa ...¿why didn't you ask someone else, like Raph or Donnie? -

-Because they are busy ... Donnie is still working at Shelldon, and Raph is having a private training session with Dad-

 Michelangelo answers while enthusiastically observing several of the objects that were sold.

 He loved visiting that city.  And more if it was about seeing novel magic objects.

 -¿And why didn't you ask Draxum? ... He have free time - Leo asks, annoyed at being there.  He did not like to hide his identity, and to have the tension of being seen.

 -¿Don't you remember that he is massively wanted here? ... They are being more cautious with the prisoners after you escaped from jail ...-

 He turns to look seriously at his older brother.

 -... If they catch him, we may not be able to rescue him as easily as last time ... we can't risk it-

 -Of course ... and they can lock me up for life, right? -

 -Don't be exaggerated ... you are a young ninja ... Obviously you won't be caught as easily as him.  That he is weak and old for persecutions ... - he says giving him a somewhat annoyed look - ... Why do you think they sent me here?-

 -Exactly, they sent you, ¿why do they include me in this? ....-

 Leo stops in front of a store, falling behind the orange one.

 -Because you're  my  older brother.  And you must accompany me to make the orders for Draxum-

 Mikey faces him, somewhat annoyed by the unusual bad attitude of the one in blue. Normally he would be delighted to come to that place.

 -Today was the last chapter of "Married with himself".  Now how will I know if he discovered that it was only a mirror? - He complains slightly about his loss.

 While Mikey only gives an annoyed look, discovering the reason why his older brother was like this.  Sometimes, even if he didn't accept it, he could bring out his childish side.

 -Look, I could perfectly come alone.  But Raph says that I am forbidden to come alone to this city .... It is not my fault that he treats me like a baby-

 - Well, it's not mine either ... I just wanted to enjoy this beautiful Saturday night ... Enjoying some delicious snacks, while I watch one of my favorite shows ...-

 Mikey just starts to shake his head slightly, in disapproval of the older man's attitude. But Leo just ignores Mikey's expression, smiling, as he imagines that longed-for situation. And then give a sigh of defeat

 -But guess what ... not all of us get what we want ... You don't leave the nest, and I don't have my grand finale-

 -Hey, don't compare my situation with your stupid narcissistic program- says the one in orange crossing his arms, as a sign of anger.

 -Yeah yeah ... whatever you say baby Mikey ...- He goes ahead of the child with a mocking look -... Try to insult me ​​when you leave mom Rapha's nest  ...-

 Michelangelo only gives a slight grunt at the teasing he was receiving from the red-eared turtle.  But he was was resisting to start an discussion.

 -Ha ha ha...look at your face, you look like a grumpy old man-

 Leo laughs as he points to the face of a notably angry Mikey, who looked like he was about to explode.  It could really be annoying when they argue.

 -If you don't change it, you can stay like this forever-

 Leonardo's mockery was interrupted, due to the sudden knock he received from the door of the store.  Opened by some hooded subjects, who came out of it at full speed.

 -¡¡LEO!!-

 Mikey forgets the discussion, to quickly help the almost unconscious Leonardo. Who was totally stunned by the hit he received.

 -¡¡HELP!!-

 He quickly directed his gaze towards the person who yelled.  Discovering an elderly cyclops, who left the store dejected by what had just happened.

 - ¡¡Those guys have stolen my mirrors !! -

 Michelangelo looks at those who had just left the store.  They weren't far and they weren't very fast.

 He deduced that it would take short time in to catch those if he made his way over roofs and buildings.

 This would be a good opportunity to show what he is capable of to his brother in blue bandana.  To sabotage a robbery without having the help of his brothers, it would be a good feat that would silence them permanently.

 Also, being a self-proclaimed hero, he wouldn't let that injustice go so easily.

 -Wait here Leo, I won't be long - he says, simulating a typical voice of a comic book hero, which he read without permission from Leo.

 As soon as he says that, he puts down the shopping bags from that day, with the boy still stunned from the blow.  To quickly pursue the chase after those thieves.

 -¿Eh? ... ¡Wait! -

 The absence of the box turtle immediately restores him from the daze.  And as he can, he try to get up as quickly as possible

 -¡Mikey come back here! .... ¡¡¿Where do you think you are going? !! -

 Unfortunately he was not heard by the minor.  Which runs across the roofs of stores, so quickly that in a second it completely disappears from his sight.

 -Damn ... ¿now what will I say to Pops?- He says annoyed at being abandoned like that.

 And sore from his fall.

 -¿Eh? ... ¡Hey!, ¡¿isn't that the spa thief?!-

 Confused, he turns to see where that comment came from. He finding a group of Yokais, who were carefully studying his appearance.

 He scratched his head confused by their interested looks.  Only to notice that he was no longer wearing his jacket cap. That he has surely falling in that blow.

 He swore at that moment he sweated cold

 -He he.... I don't know what they're talking about, it's the first time I've come to this city- He says hiding his nervousness as best as possible.  In the hope that they would believe his lie.

 -He's lying! ...- One of them shouts showing those present a "Wanted" sign. With a very gratifying sum of money as a reward- ... It's the same guy in the photo, only he's now bald! -

 - Oh boi - as soon as he says that, he proceeds to take the purchases, and to escape at full speed down the main street.

 Towards the same direction his younger brother took a few seconds ago.

 -¡¡COME BACK HERE!!-

 Yokais' group chase after him, like an enraged mob chasing a beast.  Even with torches and weapons.

 Leo just runs like there's no tomorrow.  Using his ninja skills to avoid bumping into confused people in the market.

 -¡¡YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS, MIKEY!! -

 It's the only thing he could say to run at full speed.  Dodging the weapons and nets of the crowd.

 ••••••••••••••

The orange bandana turtle managed to gain some advantage in the chase.  So much so that he was almost on the heels of the bandits.

 But he still lacked to reach them.

 -Damn it, he reaches us! ...- one of the subjects shouts in anguish to the others.

 Who were also getting tired of the race

 -... Al! ... What do we do ?! - The aforementioned thinks of a plan while they keep running. Until suddenly his face lights up with an idea.

 -¡Follow me! ...¡ I have an idea! -

 His henchmen listen to his orders and increase their speed to the maximum, managing to turn down a street.  To quickly hide in an alley.

 Thus disappearing from the sight of Michelangelo.  And thus they bought some time.

 -¿What do we do now? ...- one of the subjects asked while wiping the sweat from his forehead -... no one should know where the lair is-

 - Yeah ... X will kill us if we take him there ... Or if we arrive empty-handed-

 -Okey ... listen ... we will is do this- he says between gasps of fatigue from the previous race -... one of us will have to distract him so that the others can go to the base with the merchandise .... He will amuse him, over time  enough for us to escape your sight, ¿understand? -

 -Well, and who will be the cannon fodder? -

 Three of the subjects go into pensative mode, trying to choose the subject.

 -Hey, why don't we send the brat? ... At least he could do something so simple ... Right? -

 The aforementioned is exalted by the looks of the three subjects, directed at him. They had already decided who they would send as bait, and he did not like that.

 He could only give a slight sigh at that command.

 -Okay - discouragedly lowers his shoulders.  He hated those kinds of jobs, but he had no other choice.

 ••••••••••••••

 Mikey came to a crossroads, that was completely empty.  Surely because most of the inhabitants were in the market at that time.

 While regulating his breathing for the previous race. He try to hear some noise.

 -They couldn't go that far-

 He affirms himself, trying to carefully observe his surroundings.  Looking for any clue that will lead you to your objectives.

 They weren't fast, enough to get away.  They must still be in that area.

 He was watching the rooftops, until he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.

 By directing his eyes to the source of that sound, he managed to capture one of the subjects, who had a long protruding tail. And when he saw it, he instantly began to run through one of the streets of the intersection.

 -Stop there!-

 He quickly starts the chase again to go after that subject, leaving the place.

 And at the same time, he letting the other criminals sneak away, away from that place.

Again he was running, but this time only after one of them.  That compared to the others, this ran with less difficulty through the passages of the city.  As if he knew them from head to toe.

 The subject, once in while he looked over his shoulder.  A making sure it was still running after him.

 To later show his tongue, with the intention of provoking him.

 That did nothing but anger him

 -Stop right now!- He says already very irritated, not being able to reach it.

 At some point he realized that they were on a street that he knew.

 And that the subject he was, chasing had entered an alley. The which, if I remembered correctly, had no way out.

 There was no way he could escape.

 -You're mine, lizard boy- he says drawing a malicious smile, for his assured victory.

 But as he turned the corner, ready to catch the fugitive, he could only see the empty alley. He could not believe it.

 The subject had disappeared.

 He had no time to analyze what had just happened.  Because he found him climbing the wall like a spider.

 -But ... ¡¿what ?!- he yells more than disconcerted by that scene.

 While, the boy reaches the top of the wall.  Already more than out of reach.

 After this he gives a buffoonish look to him, from his place.

 -Goodbye dwarf, good luck next time! - he says to later, laughing, disappear from his sight.

 I was not going to let him.  If he didn't catch one of them, Leo would prove his point, and he wouldn't leave him alone for a whole week for it.

 -Oh, you won't! -

 More than determined, he looks for a way to climb to the top.

 Observing the area, he get see the balconies of a building.  That they were conveniently close to the wall.

 He quickly climbs , until he manages to pass the wall.

 This time the chase continued on the rooftops.  That they were of a different structure than New York, and it was more difficult to run on them.

 Soon Mikey tried to catch the subject with one of his nunchucks.  But this one soon notices that movement, and jumps to avoid it.

 -I see you don't give up easily- says the subject without stopping running.

 -When it comes to doing justice, rest assured that I will not do it- he says with a determined look.

-Well, we'll see if you continue with that attitude after this-

Then the hooded man throws a pile of marbles after him.  Causing Michelangelo to slip into a house window.

 A loud roar is heard within it.  Followed by screams of people.

 -What the hell?!  Get out of my kitchen !! - shouts an angry man, inside the house.

 -Ha, silly boy- the lizard smirks at getting rid of his pursuer.

 But his happiness lasts very little when he is surprised by the boy.  Appearing in front of him, wearing saucepan on his head, like helmet.

 -Now is my turn!-

 Mikey gives a smile, to later throw the saucepan like a frisbee towards the subject.

 Taking a clean hit in the face of this one.

 And causing it to fall from the roof, towards a pile of sheets, in a cart located in the street.

 Mikey gets off the roof and walks towards the sidewalk. To finally, being able to catch the subject.  But he is suddenly blinded by a sheet shot by the boy.

 -Aghh! -

 -See ya, child! -

 While the turtle tried to remove the huge sheet from himself, the boy took advantage of running away again.  With the stolen mirror in his hands.

 Mikey was already getting tired.  The subject did not want to stop for anything in the world, and the truth is that he was already losing strength.

 It wasn't like catching a typical human thief.  He was a slippery, fast guy ... And he climbed walls like spider man.

 This was already ridiculous.

 They climbed back to the rooftops, and it seemed like this would never end.  Well, until the thief ran out of roofs to run on.

 They arrived in a really high area, on the roof of a house in very bad condition, that seemed not to have been inhabited in years.

 He had no way to escape.

 -Okey bro, give me that mirror ...- Michelangelo says approaching the hooded man, while turning one of his nunchucks -... You no longer have an escape-

 -So you think?-

 Subject takes a very long chain out of his pocket.  And Mikey goes on alert, and prepares for any attack.

 But in a second he is totally confused when the subject throw the end of the chain towards the sky. Achieving tangled in the leg of one ofthe many flying creatures (more specifically a kind of dragon).

 -Goodbye, silly child!- He says, saying goodbye with a mocking laugh.

 Mikey couldn't even defend himself from that insult.  Since in a few seconds the subject was already suspended in the air. Being carried by the flying reptile.

 -WHAT?! ...IS SERIOUSLY?!!-

 The totally irritated little turtle can only stomp on the roof. To vent his impotence to achieve it.

 But his fury disappears after hearing a slight crack, where he was standing. To later feel how it breaks, causing it to fall into the old house.

 ••••••••••••••

About one hour passed from the previous chase.  And the reptilian boy a long time ago left the dragon express, to be able to find his companions.  But he was really getting tired of running.

 For nothing in the world could he let that boy catch up with him.

 This already exhausted, decides to hide in a secret place, which he usually visits on several occasions.  Where it was very little crowded, and where he knew he could rest, without fear of the mirror being taken away.

 Upon reaching his safe zone, he could only sigh of relief.  He was out of the woods now.

 -Finally ...- he says while checking that indeed he was no longer persecuted -... I lost him-

 Already calmer, he began to walk towards his hiding place.  Which was one of the many tunnels on an abandoned pedestrian walkway.

 Which the seemed like a long time ago it wasn't visited.  Most likely because it is a further from the city center, and not very attractive to tourists.

 -That dwarf was very hard to get rid of.... Is he a ninja? ...- He talks to himself, as he enters a tunnel.

 -... I don't even know where the others went anymore - He checks his jacket pocket, pulling a device out of it.  To then review it.

 -And to top off, my communicator ran out of battery ... This is perfect-

 He was on his until he noticed a peculiar smell.  Like melted cheese, tomato sauce, oregano, and other seasonings.

 He quickly realize that this smell is coming from above him.  And when he fixes his gaze on the roof of the tunnel, he is totally paralyzed by what he sees.

 -¿What the-

 -I got you now, lizard boy-

 Mikey says, while giving him a malicious smile that manages to make him uncomfortable.

 He had no idea how the turtle had gotten there before him. Or how he found it.

-Damn it- He says, whit his eyes widened when he sees his pursuer in that place.

 He quickly chooses to escape from that place.  But his escape is sabotaged when Mikey drop on top of him, leaving him with no chance to move.

 The mirror slips from his hands. And these are immobilized by the strong grip of Michelangelo.

 -It was enough dude, return that mirror right now-

 -Get off me -

 The discussion that was his about to take, was interrupted after the shock they received from the mirror. That crashes in front of them.

 It burst into a thousand pieces, then released a strange glowing smoke.

 -Agh! ... Great! ...-

 The hooded man quickly removes the little turtle from his back in a second.  And he quickly stands up, facing Mikey, with noticeable anger.

 -... Look what you did, now I'll have to find another- he says angrily, pointing to the broken object.

 -Well deserved you have it ...- Michelangelo gets up to face the boy, who was on the defensive -... Stealing is a bad, boy-

 -I gonna show you what's is wrong, if you don't get out right now-

 The reptilian boy takes the kusari fundo out of the pocket of his jacket, again. To later give a threatening gesture, making the chain thunder with his hands.

 That restless a bit to Michelangelo

 He had no plans to seriously fight the boy.  He just wanted the other to return the mirror peaceably. And he wasn't in the best shape to fight.

 -H-Hey calm down, I don't want to fight with-

 -GET OUT !! -

 Suddenly he is attacked by the enraged hooded man, who tried to hit him with the kusari, moving it from side to side.

 -Leave me alone! ... that old man had mirrors to spare, I don't see any problem with taking one out of the hundreds he has-

 The boy pauses briefly with his movement.  He was really exhausted from the previous race.

 -That's still theft ... and the least you can do is pay for it-

 -SHUT UP!!-

 Mikey manages to dodge the strong blow of the weapon, jumping away from the subject.

 It already gave him enough time to peacefully redeem himself.  And he wasn't about to take a beating that night.

 -Okey bro, I tried to do it on the easy side ...but you won't leave me another -

 Mikey quickly unsheathes his nunchucks, to start spinning them.  Ready to attack.

 -You will regret facing me, dwarf- says the hooded boy, while giving a mocking smile.

 -I will show you what this dwarf can do- full of determination he gives her a smile.

 -We'll see that!-

 At that moment the conversation ends, To start the fight.

 Which started in an exciting way, to finish faster, than Michelangelo had in mind.

 Ironically, the hooded boy ended up being defeated with his own weapon.  Receiving a strong blow, from the weight of the kusari, falling unconscious

 -Emm ... so ... I win? - is the only thing Mikey could say after that fact.

 He had to accept that this situation had not happened to him before.  He didn't know how to react to that.

 He concluded that what the boy had in speed, he lacked in strength.

This one was knocked down so easily, that he couldn't help but feel bad about him. It was more than evident that this subject was more about words, than actions.

 -Hey boy ... are you okay? -

 He ask the boy lying on the floor.  Without receiving a response from him.

 He was concerned not seeing any reaction from the other.  He didn't even seem to breathe.

 He couldn't be dead ...

 ...Right?...

    ...¡¿RIGHT?!

  That self-question scared him.  The boy could very well have died with such a strong blow to his head.

 In that instant the guilt fell on him.

 I didn't want to hurt him ... MUCH LESS KILL HIM.

 He quickly proceeds to help him.  Removing the heavy kurari from his head, and shaking his back to wake him up.

 -H-Hey dude, wake up ... Open your eyes! -

 He began to sweat cold when he saw that not even shaking him there was a reaction.

 He couldn't believe it ... He didn't want to accept it ... He was too young to die.

 -DO NOT GO TO THE LIGHT!!-

 Soon you can notice how the boy slowly opens his eyes.  He still looked dazed, but at least he was alive.  And that reassured him.

 -How good ... you wake up- I couldn't be happier that he opened his eyes -... thanks to—

 He is quickly silent, being thrown to the ground by the reptile's long tail. Banging his head on the cold concrete.

 -Agh! ... What's wrong with you?  I just wanted to help you- Mikey says from his place.  Rubbing his freshly beaten head.

 -¡¿Help me?! .. ¡You gave me a hit that almost killed me! -

 -You gave it to yourself-

 The hooded boy again tries to hit the turtle.  With more fury than the previous one.

 But once again, Michelangelo was able to dodge it. Being he on the edge of the balcony, and away from the subject.

 -I've had enough of you, what happened before was just a little slip ...-

 The boy prepares by getting back into his fighting pose.  With a malicious gaze directed at his target

 -... this time I not gonna be gentle-

 -That's how I like it-

 Michelangelo responds in the same way as the boy.  Preparing his fists to attack, and forming a grin of determination.

 He was so focused on the one in front of him that he didn't realize a crack was getting bigger on the edge he was stepping on.

 -Give me the best you have, lizard boy! -

 The boy was about to attack him.  But he is paralyzed when he sees the place where the turtle was standing.

 -WATCH OUT!!-

 That scream he received from the one in front of him baffled him.

 He barely had time to think, until he saw himself falling from that tall and steep place.

 The edge shattered.

 That explained the large number of danger tapes that were all around the place.

 That pedestrian walk was practically falling apart.

 He was falling into the void.  And he did not have his nunchucks to prevent the fall.

 Most likely he left them on the ground when he was checking on the lizard boy.

 He had no salvation.

 His life passed before his eyes in a second.

  His father ... his brothers ... his friends ...

 He couldn't even say goodbye to them.

  He could not believe it

  He couldn't accept it.

  He didn't want to accept it!

 He didn't want to end in such an absurd way!

  HE DIDN'T WANT TO DIE LIKE THIS !!

 He could only close his eyes tightly.  Hoping that when his body hit the ground, he didn't feel so much pain.

 Already ending.

 But his fear was immediately removed.  Left in place the total bewilderment.

 By now it must have hit the ground.  And to have passed to the world of the spirits.

 But by slowly opening his eyes.  He realized that it was still suspended in the air.

 How could that be possible?

 He directed his gaze to his outstretched arm towards the sky.  Noticing that he was being held by the dark chain of the boy's kusari.

 Quickly the other boy begins to pull it.  Little by little go up the young turtle.

 The tension of the chain began to manifest itself on his forearm.  Causing him pain as he felt it tighten.  But he preferred that a thousand times, than having a gruesome death crashing to the ground.

 He couldn't help but shed tears of pain and relief when he was finally safe on the pedestrian walk again.

 That situation had really scared him.  And he could not believe that the subject who a few moments ago wanted to attack him, had saved him from one more than assured death.

 -Thank you ... but ... ¿Why you-

 He is quickly silenced by the absence of his unusual savior.

 -Lizard boy? -

 Michelangelo quickly stands up to look for the reptilian boy that a few seconds ago was in front of him.

 -Where are you?!-

 He immediately finds it at the top of the wall, that separated the street from the viewpoint.          

 He looked at him over his shoulder.

 -H-Hey..¿Why did you-

 -Don't bother me again, brat- says the reptile boy, while he turns around avoiding having eye contact with the turtle.

 To then prepare to start your journey.

 -¡W-Wait! ... ¡You forgot your...... kusari-

 He couldn't finish saying what he wanted.  Well, the boy had already left the place.

 He was really confused.

 ¿Why did the guy who tried to hit him on several occasions save him from falling off the cliff?

 It was really very strange what had just happened.

 He, being calmer, of everything that had just happened, proceeded to remove the chain that was tightly tightening his arm.

 Slowly he unwrapped it, revealing some, not very pleasing to the eye, marks on his skin.

 I really preferred those bruises, than having had that horrible final destination.

 Once he wrapped the boy's kusari fundo.  He proceeded to collect his weapons.

 Along with them he found a kind of mobile phone.  That the screen was completely smashed.

 At once he guessed it was from the lizard boy.

 He was admiring the object until he managed to make out a voice calling him from a distance.

 -Mikey! ... I finally found you! -

 -Leo? -

 He aforementioned, quickly goes down where his little brother was.  He looked totally exhausted and angry.

 You could tell right away that he had an intense career.

 Michelangelo was so focused noting his tired appearance, that he did not realize, when he was already grabbing his shoulders.

 -Y-you .... ¡¿WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! -

 -Eh I-

 -How can you go after those criminals?! .... they could have hurt you! -

 -¿What happened to you, Leo?- He asks, surprised with the exhausted and dirty appearance of his older brother.

 -An angry crowd tried to capture me for hours ... but that's not the important thing now! - He answers angrily when he sees that the minor wanted to change the subject.

 -¿For hours?- The youngest questioned, while the older one kept scolding him.

 -¡Yes! ... ¡And don't change the subject! ... Don't go chasing crooks alone again! ... It's dangerous! ... Did you hear me ?! -

 -¿And you didn't use your swords to teleport?-

 The one in blue stopped yelling at him, to think about what the minor had just said.

 If he hadn't been so tired.  He would have slapped himself in the face, not realizing that he could easily have escaped like that.

 He just gives a deep sigh of annoyance, in surrender.

 Whatever ... let's go home right now-

 He says, to start his journey.  Followed by the minor.

 -From now on I will go to do Drax's orders-

 Mikey just kept following his brother in total silence.  He was still somewhat stunned by everything that had just happened.

 He just wondered why that boy had helped him.  If he had clear intentions to finish him off.

 And because when I look into his eyes  He felt that it was hiding something.

 That really ... was weirder than normal.