#mostly bc I don't like to label myself

[renata-dp]

So could you draw Gwen Poole and Ashley Barton for the Ace side of Pride Month maybe? If the requests are still open?

Sure! Here ya go bud <3

[purgaytorysupremacy]

i'm applying for a fellowship that required my faculty supervisor to write me a letter of support and yesterday he very shyly emailed to say he was nearly done but wanted to confirm my pronouns. i'm a cis woman who is just very very tall (before you ask: 6'2") and uses a nickname bc my given name is too Dutch for most folks (apparently) but i have just discovered that for the last two-ish months i've been in the program, everyone has been dancing around my pronouns and substituting my name more than is normal bc no one wanted to misgender me and were apparently just waiting for someone to either use pronouns in front of me or for me to use them myself and i think i have truly reached my final queer form

[linddzz]

While yes, Viktor is confident too, but...

This man isn't shy? He's hyperventilating and nervous-tapping over the idea of giving a speech!

This man?

I guess Im not getting across like, the Vibe that I always see that bothers me? Viktor's got the social anxiety for sure, and it's VERY fair to assume that his condition makes him even more self conscious to be up in front of a crowd full of topsiders. He's pretty clear in episode 1 that he's aware of how topsiders see him and his cane use, and that's before his disability is even more visible.

But ALSO very few people ARE good on a stage in front of tons of people. And also there's a very specific connotation to "shy" that is beyond social anxiety.

Shyness to me, is its own flavor of social anxiety plus timidness. The actual definition is a bashful, timid nervousness. It has connotations of the wilting flower personality. Viktor, even when he's quiet around other people doesn't come across as nervous or timid in the slightest. His first introduction has him VERY confident and collected surrounded by enforcers and not taking Jayce being snappy and angry at him. As a kid there's more of an argument to be made because what awkward socially isolated kid isn't going to be shy. But at the same time he doesn't try to shrink away from Sky's attention, he still looks right back up at her, he just keeps on doing his own thing. Mostly he comes across as someone who does not know how to casually interact with people so he doesn't. He's got tunnels in his eyes lmao.

Viktor is complicated. Viktor is nuanced. It's why he's Ultimate Blorbo. He's withdrawn and awkward and not very good at interacting with people, but he's not timid about it. He is very self assured in himself.

But when I say fandom makes him shy it IS much more of the wilting flower timid woobie that I kept seeing in Season1 fics. There was SO MUCH of Viktor being the nervous soft spoken anxious thing who was just so happy Jayce was even giving him the time of day as if Viktor didn't sass Jayce about his notes right after he stopped the man from jumping lmaoooo

And idk not to be TOO OBVIOUS with my projecting but it's the part of Viktor I can relate to the most. I consider myself a quiet person who gets annoyed when people think that me being quiet = shy. I'm able to speak up well on zoom calls with colleagues and I also would rather drop dead than have to go up on a stage in front of a bunch of normal people who I know were expecting someone very different. I get nervous and shaky speaking up in front of a crowd of colleagues even! but afterwards I can go right up to people like "your presentation was insane tell me more right now." I am often quiet and uncomfortable in large social situations because I know that most people there are operating under a different wavelength than I am, I do not know what the right responses to things are, or I full on do not know how to not accidentally come across as a huge asshole and I don't want to be an asshole. And when I was younger I would have so many people come up and act like I was a little wallflower (bc oh boy can I also relate to being quiet while physically small meaning being constantly infantalized) who "didn't need to be so shy" and every time I was like "I'm not shy. I just don't feel any engagement with this conversation and I don't want to be a dick and tell you that, but if you gently tell me it's ok to talk one more time I'm gonna start biting."

(It got better as I got older bc I learned that if you're quiet but making active eye contact instead of staring off into other directions - not to avoid attention but because you're just thinking of other shit - people will stop labeling you as shy and instead say "intimidating" or "mysterious" which is also hilarious when what you're thinking about is "machine herald big naturals lmao" but it's better than being labeled "shy")

[oh-no-its-bird]

Who of your OCs are part of the lgbtq+ and in what way? Along with any canon character HC’s or within your writingverse 👀?

Tbh I have like. All of 3 ocs who are explicitly straight. For the most part, every oc I make is some sort of flavor of queer— tho very few of them have actual labels. (Mostly bc I myself am very queer and don't think much about labels lmao)

With that said tho uhhh lemme think

Haruka is pansexual (and very much lives up to the idea of swinging violently in all available directions)

Tetsuo is,,, something. Don't ask what. He doesn't know either.

Tsuki's gender is unclear and unknowable, and his sexuality is similar. Whatever the question, the answer is yes. The spiral demon in him is similarly apathetic.

Sora is uhhh. Maybe a lesbian? Maybe bisexual? I genuinley don't know. She's not super interested in love and sex in general, so maybe she's ace/aro? Or at least somewhere on that spectrum? I'll let the reader decide

Haru is gay

Hiro is bi

Shiruka is,,, something. Probably.

Shikasada is a very violently closeted gay man, and if you try to drag him out from his closet he might kill you

Orochinatsu is gender fluid and generally unbothered by what others think of them, so they just kind of accept whatever pronouns people feel fit to apply to them. Their sexuality is ????

Ichigo is a trans girl, and probably some flavor of bi or pan

Hiname is like 90% into women and 10% "men are ok... sometimes. If they're pretty." Idk what that'd be called but that's what she is

Maru (Tetsuo's dad) is bisexual but still very in love with his dead Hoshigaki wife. He's that specific kind of cis guy who's so comfortable in his own skin that he wouldn't mind fucking around with gender/clothing just because he's sure and comfortable of his own identity. He's probably worn dresses for his wife before, idk

Keiko (Ichigo's mom, Maru's sister) is also bisexual

I'm still making more ocs to fill in the early Konoha gaps, and tbh I might zap one of the existing ocs with a trans beam some time in the future.

Tbh the only ones safe from me zapping them w the trans beam is the Twins + Nara trifecta— bc its important to the Haru/Shikasada dynamic that they're cis gay men. And bc I'm just attached to queer-platonic straight passing Hiro/Shiruka and the fun implications of their own sexualities/relationships, and of how a man and woman being close in that way and might look at by others

When it comes to canon characters, honestly I can fuck with pretty much any naruto character being trans: I just think it's fun.

I will say tho that my favorite trans HC is gonna be trans man Kakashi and genderfulid Naruto.

Genderfuild Naruto is just canon, actually. In my heart.

Sexuality headcanons I don't have many of, just because to me, anything I read is being read through a queer lense of "these guys are probably fruity by default idk" where I then don't think much more about the specifics

Uhhh Kagami is bisexual tho. Because I say so.

Thank you sm for your ask !!

[sepdet]

thank you for your tags on the anhedonia post! reading that van gogh was adapting other mediums' techniques for his painting style was cool, especially bc it really helps ground how and why his style was so unique. <3

i got to see two of his paintings in person the first time i went to moma, pls enjoy the pictures i took of them:

Great photos! i'm regretting not taking good ones when I went to the Met last year, although I took a lot of details, figuring there's good overall reproductions online.

For example, I took a photo with the label (as I often do in museums) just to remind myself it's The Olive Trees, but mostly focused on closeups and oblique angles that show brushstrokes in relief:

I think it was the first lecture on this playlist that alerted me to van Gogh's ink drawings. That's how he started as an artist, with pencil, pen and ink, and charcoal studies, sometimes adding watercolor.

After that I began looking up "van Gogh ink drawings" online and on an app I use called Art Authority, from which I grabbed these two drawings from 1881 and 1883:

Sometimes van Gogh would do a pen and ink study before a painting, labeling what colors he planned to use. (Fishing Boats, 1889)

At other times, he would describe recently-finished paintings in letters to his brother Theo and draw a copy in pen and ink, as he did in this drawing of Starry Night:

He flirts with pointillism, too, but he didn't take to what Seurat was doing, placing different color dots side by side for certain light/color effects. Van Gogh was drawn to the energy of complementary colors, but colors meant and FELT something to him, so (I think) he couldn't be so detached in how he used them. I believe he was using hatching (parallel lines in rows) instead, or other forms of mark-making, which he had learned early on as a way to fill space with texture, indicate planes, and suggest energy and movement.

And just like Cezanne and Picasso and a lot of other very creative artists, he was always experimenting.... he doesn't always use the same techniques! So this doesn't apply to all his paintings, and often it's only in parts of each painting!

At any rate, there's quite a few lovely ink drawings by van Gogh that most people never see, and they helped me see his paintings in a new light.

PS I'm glad you don't find my going off on tangents in my #comments annoying; I often respond to a post by relating to something I understand, but in the process I can go wheeling off away from the original topic!

[communist-ojou-sama]

You’re not an ml? This is a different anon than the hate one I just thought you were bc of the defense of China

I have a few asks like this so allow me to explain:

As far as I'm concerned organizations are ML; I don't take the label personally because I don't like the cliqueishness that comes with the personal use of such labels. You will mostly hear me say positive things about ML parties and states, due to their massive accomplishments, but what I care about are the accomplishments, not the ideology. In the same way that some anarchists call themselves an "anarchist without adjectives" I consider myself a "communist without adjectives": committed first and foremost to the real movement that abolishes the current state of things in every corner of the globe, and decidedly uncommitted to any particular theoretical or doctrinal orthodoxy.

[acti-veg]

As a vegan myself I'm curious as to what other vegans views are on "pest animals"? I don't know how to feel about it bc I think mostly the term "pest" is labeled onto animals who are just trying to live by humans whom they may happen to inconvenience (such as farmers.) Also I understand some of these animals take out native plants too.

I can only give you my own perspective, but I do think that our conception of 'pest' animals has essentially become 'any animal that we don't like sharing space with.'

Some species are genuinely very difficult to share space with. Mosquitoes and rats both carry diseases that can be deadly to humans, and many animals will do a lot of damage to people's houses, their food stores and their clothing. It is just important to keep in mind in that case that many of these animals have important roles in the ecosystem, it is just that their interests are directly contrary to ours, so we designate them as pests.

The trouble comes when we start to expand that label to include animals like wolves, foxes, beavers, badgers etc. because they threaten the economic interests of the powerful, particularly by interfering with livestock. It is the same criteria we apply to human groups when we want to call them pests.

I'd say that most vegans have a pretty pragmatic view of pests and how to deal with them. Prevention is always better than cure, and every effort should be made to prevent an infestation or to drive animals away rather than killing them. Only when other, humane alternatives have been exhausted should lethal pest control even be considered. In those cases, there are relatively few vegans who would honestly expect someone to share their home with animals who could threaten their health and wellbeing.

[nonclassyparty]

tins without labels - prologue (j.wy)

summary: Jung Wooyoung's life was always somehow intertwined with your own. from living in the same neighbourhood as kids to attending the same college; fights, bickering, bruises, teasing comments and tears. Wooyoung and you were never complete strangers but never friends either. Always somewhere in between, growing up with each other but never actually knowing one another. The relationship takes a confusing turn in your third year of college after an injury that places your football career on hold. Lonely, lost and confused, you find yourself at your first college party in the presence of none other than Jung Wooyoung asking him to show you what exactly have you been missing out on. playlist // my main masterlist // moodboard (tba) // click to donate to Palestine

pairing: jung wooyoung x reader warnings: none for this chapter i think! word count: 9.3k taglist: just reply or inbox me if u'd like to be added c: a/n: pls don't say damn when u see that i started another story. listen LISTEEEEEN. i know what u all will say..."bree should u rly be starting another series when u havent finished or started the 4757 bajillion ones that u already posted?" the answer is YES. let me explain myself briefly, this summer has been rly hard for me bc i lost someone who was incredibly important to me and i just can't write...i just can't! everything looks like shit!!! im halfway done with soot and something just isn't letting me continue. i can't write pretty on the outside or literally anything else i've started bc its all simply too sad. writing is draining to begin with despite how much i love and enjoy it but writing angst is k wording my mental health lol! so....i present to you this series, mostly dedicated to myself literally no one asked for this, i just feel like its something i need to write and always wanted to so here i go! it will be a little heartwarming series with lots of humor and coming of age shenanigans and huge chunks of it written from personal experience and i hope u guys read it and like it. i had a lot of fun writing this prologue. (p.s. i literally know jackshit about football/soccer so if by some chance someone that reads this knows their football shit....just let it go pls lmfaoo)

(prologue; when we were kids)

and I couldn't find the words, i couldn't think of what to say and all that I can do is stop and think about the days when all we used to dream about was meeting after school

6 and 8 years old;

Your mom helped you build the snowman.

An entire morning of running around your front yard, laughing and playing in the freshly fallen snow, seeing the air you breathe out in front of you that you pretended was cigarette smoke to make your mom laugh as the cold nipped at your cheeks.

The snowman was almost twice your size (which wasn't a lot, you were a fairly small child) with pebbles stuck in as his eyes and teeth pulled up in a big grin. Your mom found a small bucket in the old shed behind the house which she placed on his head as a makeshift hat and because you didn't have any carrots, there was a small twig stuck at the center of the snowman's face to serve as a long crooked nose.

(The snowman didn't have any arms, a detail that went over your head at the time.)

After admiring the big statue in the farther corner of your front yard for awhile, you finally retreated into the house with your socks wet along with the majority of your hot pink snowsuit. As you kicked off the damp clothes and exchanged them for warm, dry ones and fuzzy socks and then settled in front of the TV in the toasty living room with a mug of cocoa - you couldn't help but feel that it was a happy day.

Which is why when, in the late afternoon, once you looked out of your window to see what once used to be your snowman is now nothing but a big pile of disheveled snow with his plastic hat rolling around the sidewalk and two boys running away down the street with shrill laughter echoing after them, you simply couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Mommy!" You screamed out, running outside your front door in fuzzy socks and your sweater, as dramatic as you were. But you were six and your life still ended and began with coloring books and favorite toys, so a snowman that you made with your mom getting destroyed, surely felt like the end of the world.

Once your mom stepped out after you, about to scold you for walking outside into the cold air with no jacket on, you burst into crocodile tears as you pointed to the spot where your snowman once stood.

"Oh, no." She breathed out with a sigh before grabbing her jacket and slipping into whatever shoes were available by the door (they were your dad's old tennis shoes) and walking across the front yard to collect the small bucket from the sidewalk.

All you could do was stand and watch as you wailed so loudly after your snowman that the entire neighbourhood could hear.

"Honey, it's okay." Your mom tried to soothe you as she walked up the steps to your house, carrying what used to be the snowman's hat. "It's just a snowman, we'll make another one tomorrow!"

But you were inconsolable, bursting out in another wave of loud cries as you stomped your tiny foot and pointed to the house across the street.

"They ruined it! W-Wooyoung ruined it!" You sob, waving towards the boy's house with all the anger a six year old could possibly muster. You knew it was him, recognizing the ugly red jacket he wore this entire winter and his even uglier looking friend, Chanwook.

You weren't friends with Wooyoung. He was older than you and all of his friends were mean. You once tried to play with them when you first moved to the neighbourhood but they didn't want to play with a girl. You cried about that too.

They often teased you. Wooyoung said your crooked teeth made you look ugly!

She sighs again, "And that was very mean of him. But, Y/N, we'll just make another snowman tomorrow."

"But-" You start again, tears still sliding down your face. 

"We'll build him in the backyard where we have a fence, so no-one will be able to touch him." She offers with a smile, hoping you'll finally be consoled enough to walk inside and be safe from the harsh cold.

"But I won't be able to look at him from the window." You tell her quietly, voice going hoarse from the crying and bottom lip already wobbling as another wave of tears began to sunk in. She gives you a sympathetic smile.

"We'll get him a prettier hat and we'll use two long branches to give him arms!" Your mom offers again, trying to butter you up so the tears would stop. "We'll get a carrot for his nose and big pretty rocks for his eyes!" Once she realized it was working, she continued; "And we'll take a picture of you with him so you'll always get to look at him, even when he melts away!"

You peer up at her with a hiccup, finally bribed enough; "A picture?"

She nods, holding the door wider for you to finally walk inside as you inch towards the door, fuzzy socks now soaked, "A picture. We'll send your dad to the mall to develop them."

So, you finally walk inside the warm house again, changing your socks and immediately going to your father's home office to pester him about the camera and just how long will it take for a picture to be developed.

-

"-Y/N, we'll just make another snowman tomorrow!" 

Wooyoung heard your mom tell you as he peers at the exchange from across the street, through his bedroom window, freshly changed into dry clothes after a long hard day of playing outside with Chanwook and now, warming his frozen hands on the radiator.

When Wooyoung saw the snowman parked in the corner of your front yard, just a step away from the sidewalk, he and Chanwook thought it would be funny to ruin it. 

The thing was ugly and had an even uglier bucket at the top of it's head, perfect to kick around the street!

He didn't think too much about it, if he was honest. Just saw a big lump of snow he wanted to kick at until it collapsed, so that's what Wooyoung did. It was just a silly snowman.

Besides, you were already six years old. Far too old to be making a stupid snowman. You should've been going sledding with the rest of the neighborhood kids on the small hill just a couple of minutes away from your street. Wooyoung was mature now, so his mom allowed him to go without a chaperone this year. You were always so childish, no wonder your mom didn't let you go with them. You cried over everything.

But he didn't expect you to cry over the stupid snowman!

It was just a snowman. It would've melted anyway when the weather got warmer! Or gotten ruined by someone else! 

The brief fear of your mom telling Wooyoung's mom about what he'd done struck him. He'd positively get grounded for ruining your dumb snowman if she found out and then the rest of his winter break would be spent inside of the house.

You could always make another snowman. A better one. And since you're such a crybaby, Wooyoung would make sure to tell Chanwook that they won't be touching that one. Leave that ugly snowman alone.

Just so you wouldn't cry anymore.

-

10 and 12 years old;

"It's a shame your mother is dead, maybe if she was still around she would teach you how to act like a girl!" 

Your face flushed in anger as you stared the other boy, Beomseok, his chubby fingers still wrapped around your pencil case which was how the argument started in the first place.

He was in the same class as you and a typical bully. Bigger than the rest of his peers and always using it to his advantage to intimidate and tease them. Today, he took your pencil case and when you asked for him to give it back, he only gave you a gnarly smile and started running around the classroom and eventually out on the halls, screaming taunts at you. It would be a lie to say that you didn't scream some pretty mean stuff back but in your defense, he deserved it.

Now, you both stood as if you're ready to duel as the rest of your classmates and even some upperclassmen gathered to see what the commotion is all about, your fury rising so high that tears spring in your eyes at the mention of your mom as you observe his smug smirk. Obviously, from a very young age, you were bad at managing your anger.

"I hate you!" You scream out, voice high pitched. Then you jump on Beomseok with your full weight, successfully pulling him to the hard hallway floors as your hands curled into tiny fists that started colliding with his face.

And Beomseok, for all his intimidating build, talked an awfully big game just to end up bursting into tears as your fist collided with his nose. He was bad at fighting, you notice, if he could be beat up by a lanky girl almost two times smaller than him.

"I just-" Punch. "-wanted-" Punch. "-my pencil case-" A slap. "-back!"

"Somebody help!" He screams from under you, whining under each attack but his classmates were too busy cheering you on to come to his defense.

Once you start harshly pulling on his hair, two arms wrap themselves under your armpits and pull you off of your classmate. You're standing again and are turned by your shoulders to come face to face with your teacher, screaming at you.

"Is this a proper behavior in school?!" and lots of "Your father will hear about this!"'s and "You're going to the principle's office!" as she started pulling you by your arm down the corridor that was still filled with students.

"Everyone to your classrooms! Now!" Your teacher screams from the top of her lungs as she tugs on you and you follow after her with a frown on your face.

Stupid Beomseok.

-

Wooyoung's stomach hurts from laughing, clapping Chanwook's shoulder who was almost sitting on the floor due to his own fit of pure glee, as he watches Kim Beomseok roll around the floor in pain, clutching his nose. 

There's scratches and bruises already forming on his cheeks, little bit of blood mixed with a lot of big, fat tears. It's hard to feel even slightly bad for Beomseok, when Wooyoung heard how he torments his classmates along with the younger kids during recess. Did it count as bullying if the bully is the one getting bullied?

Maybe he finally got what was coming for him, nobody usually stood up to him and Wooyoung least expected you to be the one to put him in his place.

He deserved it, Wooyoung thinks, after what he said about your mom.

Wooyoung remembers her funeral three years ago, he remembers how much you cried and how you didn't leave your house for a month that summer. He even rung the doorbell to ask if you wanted to come out and play one time which he never did because you were a child and he was much more mature than you, you two had nothing in common. But he felt sad for you.

Your mom was nice, she always brought Wooyoung a chocolate when she'd come for a visit.

 Sadly, they discovered she had cancer when you were only seven and Wooyoung was nine. By the time they discovered it, it was already too far along and your mom passed away on a summer evening while you were outside playing hide and seek. 

Wooyoung remembers feeling so bad how they always made you the seeker that day because you were the youngest kid in the neighbourhood and far too easy to convince that it was simply always your turn to look for the other kids.

Your dad opened the door, smiling sadly at Wooyoung and saying that you weren't feeling well enough to come out and play. Wooyoung didn't try again after that.

The teacher is pulling you by your elbow through the crowd, yelling at the top of her lungs for everyone to head to their classrooms since class should start in a couple of minutes. You silently follow her, face twisted into an angry grimace.

Your hair has fallen out of your ponytail, long strands sticking to your face and Wooyoung is pretty sure that your shirt got ripped during the brawl. 

Wooyoung might've been laughing a bit too loudly because with angry eyes and cheeks flushed, your head whips towards him just as you pass by him.

Wooyoung opens his mouth with a smile, to say something like "Good job, Y/L!" maybe. He doesn't get the chance to.

"What are you laughing at, Jung?" You ask loudly and Wooyoung's laughter immediately dies down.

"Wha-?"

And it's then, that your foot meets Wooyoung's shin in a harsh kick that makes him yowl in pain and makes Chanwook burst into another wave of laughter as his hands grab at Wooyoung who doubles over in pain.

"Y/N!" The teacher screams out again, pulling you back by your shirt and going on another rant, filled with threats of calling your dad to school and something else he can't process at the moment.

Wooyoung is too busy feeling the pain and anger that fills him up as he rubs at the place your sneaker covered foot meet his leg.

"Y/N, you psycho!" He yells after you who is still getting dragged away. You don't even bother to look back at him.

(He still collects your pencil case from the floor and throws it on a desk that a classmate of yours says belongs to you before exiting the classroom and going to his own. Wooyoung tells himself it's for no other reason but just so your dad won't have to buy you a new one. He has enough on his plate already.)

-

14 and 16 years old;

Wooyoung has a girlfriend.

You don't know why that's something that bothers you so much.

Maybe because you don't understand what a girl could possibly see in Jung Wooyoung to willingly let him hold her hand or...God forbid, kiss her. Ew.

That's a lie, maybe even a bad attempt at coping on your part because there's a general consensus in your high school that Jung Wooyoung is good-looking. 

You didn't even think he was ugly when you were younger, when he was pulling on your pigtails and teasing you for playing with dolls. He was cute for an annoying kid back then too with his chubby cheeks and bowl haircut.

He was especially cute now, a recent discovery of yours which you have no one else to thank except puberty. It did wonders on your hormones and it did wonders on Jung Wooyoung too. 

His jawline got sharper the more baby fat he lost and lips grew fuller. His boyish smile was very attractive, even his smile lines were captivating. Wooyoung grew taller as well, not by much compared to the other boys in his grade but he was tall just enough so you'd have to look up to him when you argue but not enough to be intimidated by him.

So, yes, you supposed you'd understand the appeal if it weren't for his stupid mouth and mean words more often than not, directed at you. You threw shots back as well, sometimes even started an argument first if you were feeling particularly annoying but maybe that sums up why you're so bothered.

He started dating Chaeyoung at the beginning of this summer and since you have the fortune (read: misfortune) of living in the house right across the street from Wooyoung's, you were an unlucky witness to most of their dates.

And he was so sweet to her. He'd buy her cheap flowers and ice cream, they'd walk around the neighbourhood holding hands, they'd take Wooyoung's younger brother Kyungmin to the playground in the evenings. Wooyoung would smile a lot at her and Chaeyoung would always smile back.

You even saw them kiss. Just once.

When you were folding laundry in your bedroom, you looked through the window just in time to see their lips connect on Wooyoung's front porch. You quickly looked away, feeling shy and embarrassed, not understanding why you were blushing or feeling so sad all of a sudden.

Why was he so nice to other girls but never to you? You shouldn't think too much about it, the problem isn't you. Chaeyoung wasn't just some other girl but his girlfriend. Of course, he'd treat her special.

Whatever. You scoff as you watch Chaeyoung run to Wooyoung across the quad as you adjust your sports bag over your shoulder. 

She jumps into his arms and you can hear his loud, annoying laughter even to here as his arms wrap around her and he picks her up from the ground.

"What are you doing?" You almost jump out of your skin at the sound of Ryujin's voice as she nosily tries to follow where you were staring at.

Ryujin was the first friend you met since you started high school two weeks ago. She might be the only friend you have for awhile since you haven't really been trying to even get to know your classmates as you were too busy trying out for the girls football team.

You don't remember when you started actively playing football exactly. You always played it for fun with the boys from the neighbourhood (Wooyoung included)  but maybe it was around seventh grade when your dad pestered you into trying out a sport because he didn't know what else to do with you so he packed you up and sent you to a sports camp for two weeks one summer, that you started actually playing.

You went there only caring about your iPad and came back saying you'll be a professional football player.

Your dad doesn't want to say it but you know he thinks it's a fickle dream that will fizzle out with age.

Thankfully, Ryujin shared the same love for the sport as you so for now, you were relieved and content to spend time with her. She was nice.

You didn't need anyone else but maybe it would've been nice if someone who was older, who you were familiar with even if you always fought, would give you a couple of words of useful advice. Regarding the new teachers and subjects and all.

High school was scary.

"Nothing." You answer quickly, turning your back to Wooyoung and his girlfriend and fully facing your new friend.

"Nothing?" Ryujin gives you a suspicious smile, eyes darting over your shoulder once more before she ruffles your hair. You yelp. "Do you have a crush already, Y/N?"

You gently shove her away with a huff, fixing your bangs, "Don't be stupid. These boys are all ugly."

A crush. As if!

She laughs at that, throwing her arm around your shoulder as she directs you both to the field where practice was held, already yapping about her own crush.

-

"Hey, isn't that your neighbour?" Chaeyoung nudges Wooyoung with her elbow, nodding somewhere behind Wooyoung. He cranes his neck to follow the direction before his eyes land on you.

He snorts, "Yeah."

You were standing in the middle of the football field, sweaty and red in the face from all the running, with your hands on your hips as you paid attention to what your coach was yelling towards your teammates across the field.

The school's jersey seemed far too big on your lanky form and your hair was a mess, always slipping out of your ponytail. You were much smaller in build than the rest of the team and it looked funny to Wooyoung.

He didn't expect you to be into sports, let alone a sport like football. In fact, Wooyoung is surprised that you don't burst into tears when you start arguing with the makeshift referee played by another student. It's what usually happens if you spend longer than a minute arguing with Wooyoung.

And then he ends up being the bad guy for making you cry but no one ever mentions that you sometimes provoke him first as well but can't take it when it's dished right back.

Since you're such a crybaby.

He watches with an amused grin as you bare your teeth at the referee, who is really just a senior that thought it would be a fun time but now he has to stand arguing with you. And to Wooyoung's further amusement, the older boy who is almost two heads taller than you, looks like he's about to shit his pants in front of you.

Hm. Maybe not such a crybaby when it's anyone else but Wooyoung.

"I think she has a crush on you."

He turns to look at his girlfriend with a confused look, growing further confused when she smiles teasingly at him.

"Who?" He asks and she gives him a knowing look before nodding in your direction again. Wooyoung splutters out a surprised laugh, "Y/N?"

"Yeah." She nods excitedly, giggling, "She's cute."

Wooyoung scoffs with an eyeroll, "She's a kid."

A kid who might have a small crush on Wooyoung but still, a kid nonetheless.

He'd be stupid to say he didn't notice that you sometimes stare at him a little too much but what the hell is he supposed to do about that. You just started high school, you probably weren't even aware of what you were doing. It was a childish crush because at the end of the day that's what you are - childish.

Chaeyoung giggles again, the sound is soft and sweet, leaning her head against his shoulder. 

"It's kind of sweet." She sighs dreamily and Wooyoung snorts because nothing about you was sweet, "You're her handsome neighbour, the only guy who's always been close to her since she was a kid, she probably starts those childish arguments with you so you'd give her attention and then writes about you in her diary and-"

"Y/N is the last person to have a diary, first of all." Wooyoung interrupts with a snicker before looking down on his girlfriend who is teasing him, "Second of all, you sound ridiculous."

Chaeyoung lifts her head up from where it rested against him and looks at him seriously, her lips pressed together. Then she starts imitating Wooyoung's last sentence in a deeper voice that sounds nothing like him, "You sound ridiculous-ah!"

She squeals when Wooyoung pinches her at the waist lovingly and it turns to tickling her as he presses kisses to her cheeks.

As they continue to exchange kisses between hushed giggles, the conversation about you is forgotten.

-

18 and 20 years old;

From the moment you opened the door to greet your date, you knew that the whole night would be a complete and utter disaster.

Maybe you watched too many teen movies that romanticized prom night so much that even you ended up believing and looking forward to the glorified fantasy of it but boy, were you in for a rude awakening.

Your prom date was a boy from your Calculus class named Eunwoo. 

To be completely honest, you were convinced for the entirety of your senior year that you wouldn't have a date for prom at all because not much has changed since freshman year.

You still had one good friend (two, if you count Ryujin's friend that says she likes hanging out with you) and your focus was always on football. Add schoolwork and keeping up your good grades and you truly didn't have much time left for socializing.

So when Eunwoo pulled you aside after your football practice and asked you if you wanted to go to prom together with a handsome boyish smile on his face, your excitement for that night skyrocketed.

Eunwoo wasn't exactly a friend but he was nice to you during class, maybe you were wrong but his niceness sometimes even bordered flirting. Already, you were daydreaming about a possible boyfriend to spend your last summer with before you start college.

With a date or without one, you spend the bigger portion of your senior year saving up money for prom night or should you say prom preparations.

Makeup was never your strongest suit, in fact, it wasn't a suit of yours at all. You never wore it. You never did your hair either. 

Even on the rare occasion that you went to a high school party, you never wore anything else aside from jeans and T-Shirts. You were an athlete and you committed to the bit entirely, always being ready to sweat and opting for comfort of loose clothes above anything else.

But you wanted to look nice for prom, pretty. Not because of Eunwoo but for yourself. Prom is only once and you wanted to make sure you do it with confidence. 

All your saved up allowance went on the hair and makeup appointment along with your dress that Ryujin helped you pick out. The dress was quite simple in your opinion, a dark red one with a square neckline held up by two thin straps that clung to your curves and flared out at the bottom.

With your hair pinned up in an up-do with two curled strands framing your face and glitter on your eyelids, you thought you looked very pretty, beautiful even. Hell, it was probably the best you looked in your entire eighteen years of life. You could even put up with the painful heels for the sake of it.

Your dad made you pose over the whole house while you waited for your date to pick you up. First a photoshoot on the stairs, then one on the front porch, then a little in front of the living room fireplace. 

He seemed so excited with his camera hanging around his neck as he followed you around the house.

It was one of the moments you wished your mom was here for but nonetheless, it was much fun with your dad only as well. You were happy.

It all went to shit though once you opened the door for Eunwoo and he started laughing in your face.

"Oh my God!" He laughs, almost doubling over at the apparent hilarity of your appearance, "What are you wearing?!"

You laugh nervously, ignoring your father's glance at you from the sheer embarrassment, "What? Is it that bad?"

"No, no." Eunwoo shakes his head, wiping a stray tear that escaped while he was laughing, "It's just not like you, at all."

"Oh." You give him a sour smile, your fragilely built ego shattering completely. "I was just...trying something new I guess..."

He snickers with a headshake before offering you his hand, "Come on, let's go take a photo?"

After a small moment of hesitation, feeling your cheeks burn from the humiliation, you let him grab your hand and step out on the front porch. Eunwoo places a hand around your waist to pull you closer as you both smile at your dad's camera.

A couple of photos later, you both head towards Eunwoo's car as your dad waves you goodbye. You give him a small, almost sad wave back as Eunwoo opens the door for you. You ask him;

"Do I really look funny?"

"No, you look pretty no matter what." He answers, helping you with your dress. "It's just doesn't suit you I guess, it's not like you."

"Ah..." You say staring at the dashboard as you watch him round the car to get into the driver's seat. You glance back at your dad just to see him get back into your house and for a split second, you want to call the whole thing off and go back inside with him.

Of course this doesn't suit you. You were the girl guys dapped up in the hallways, the girl that was always covered in hoodies and sweatpants and never wore makeup. You must look stupid, all dolled up like this. What were you thinking.

Prom celebration is usually held at a hotel not far from your high school. The ballroom is enormous, with vast marble floors and high ceilings illuminated by golden, shimmery lights. It looks straight out a fairytale with colorful dresses worn by pretty princess and handsome princes in their extravagant suits. Only, you don't feel like a princess at all.

Eunwoo and you find your table and you briefly say hi to Ryujin and her date. Ryujin tells you how amazing you look and you give her the first (and possibly, only) genuine smile of the night.

"So," Eunwoo starts the conversation a few minutes after you settle down at your table with drinks, "Did you decide where you're going for college? Any scouts?"

"I'm leaning towards SNU. Their Women's Football Club is really strong and I feel like they actually get proper investments and budget." You tell him and he grins interrupting your next sentence.

"See, this is why I like you. It's hard to find a girl who knows about sports and is so chill about everything."

Your mouth stays parted, the rest of your sentence (which was really just saying that the fact the male football team was hot contributed to your decision as joke) went unsaid as his words registered. Every "compliment" Eunwoo gives you is starting to come off so backhandedly that you're beginning to realize that while he thinks he has you all figured out - he doesn't actually know you at all.

You give him a fake laugh and pray to God it doesn't sound fake enough for him to notice as you take a sip of your drink.

An hour later, your heels are killing you so much that you've completely given up on dancing. You observe Ryujin on the dance floor with her date, still going at it and sigh with the silent question of when it would be your turn. Instead, you're stuck to the sidelines with shoes that feel awful on your feet and a date that can't stop talking about how it's attractive that you're a "girl that actually eats". Eunwoo's compliments are becoming weirder by the second.

"Should I just take you home?" Eunwoo asks with an amused smile as he observes you taking off your heels for the tenth time since you sat back down.

"Ah, would you mind?" You give him an apologetic smile, feeling like a burden and a not-so-much-fun date, "I'm sorry, Eunwoo, this is unfair to you-"

"Nah, I had a fun time." He shakes his head, downing the rest of his drink, "Next time, just be yourself though, yeah?"

The weirdly phrased statement makes you pause. "What do you mean?"

"You know, you don't have to dress like this!" He laughs, playfully playing with the thin strap of your dress. You subtly move away from his touch. "It's not like you at all. I don't know if your friends talked you into it just to fit in but you shouldn't let them push you around like this."

He's so wrong that you can't speak for a moment but even if you could, you feel like trying to explain yourself to him would be far too exhausting and would lead to nowhere. Nor do you want it to lead anywhere anymore, if you were honest.

"Girls like that are so exhausting." He gives a tired sigh. "Outfits and makeup aren't the only thing in the world."

"Girls....like that?"

"You know! Like, the touchy-feely shit. Everything is about color-coordination and nail polishes with them. God forbid their hair is out of place. What a headache!" Eunwoo runs a hand through his hear before giving you an award winning smile. "That's why I'm glad I got to hang out with you! You're real."

"I'm....real?" You ask with a cocked head as your eyes start to narrow. He's too busy thinking that you like what he's saying so he continues.

"Yeah. You know, you keep it real. You're not caught up in that frivolous, girly bullshit. You're so chill, Y/N." He keeps smiling at you like he just gave you the highest form of compliment he possibly could.

But you can't bring yourself to crack a smile even if someone held a barrel of a gun to your temple at the moment. In fact, you feel like throwing up. You should've know from the start, from the moment he was so unreasonably impressed with your lack of makeup at the beginning of the year.

Eunwoo was one of those guys.

"Um," You slide your heels back on and grab your clutch, "You know what, you stay. I'll go."

"Wait, what." His brows raise in half confusion and half surprise as he watches you stand up from your seat.

"Yeah, I'll walk home."

"Wait, Y/N. Why would you walk home? I already said I'd drop you off-"

"No thanks. I don't want to get in a car with a sexist."

"What?!" Eunwoo reels back, "What the fuck are you talking about?! I'm not a sexist! I respect women!"

You huff, turning to him with a glare. "You respect women who are "cool" and "chill" and basically act like men. You should've just taken one of your dudes to prom if these are your opinions. I'm out."

So, that's how you find yourself in your pretty dress sitting in one of the plastic chairs of a convenience store with a popsicle in your mouth as you watch the cars drive by. You were too embarrassed to arrive home so early, you hyped up prom night so much to your dad - you'd rather lie and tell him you had a good time.

If the night couldn't possibly get any shittier, while you eat away at your cherry popsicle feeling undeniably sorry for yourself, you hear a familiar laugh followed by sounds of shoes scuffing against the pavement towards the convenience store.

Of course. Of fucking course, Jung Wooyoung would show up now, when you needed him least.

You try to make yourself seem as small as possible in the plastic chair, hoping he or his two friends wouldn't notice you (which in retrospect was a dumb hope, you were sitting right by the entrance in a fucking prom dress).

Ever since Wooyoung graduated high school two years ago, you only saw him in passing. He'd come home for Christmas holidays or a week or two during the summers and you'd only catch him skunk out of his house and into his dad's car if you were lucky. Unlucky, that is of course.

Maybe you were hoping he wouldn't even recognize you and although it would kind of hurt (as embarrassing as that is to admit), you feel like it would be a better option.

But since you were on a roll tonight, obviously this is just another thing that doesn't go your way.

"Nice dress, Y/L/N." You hear Wooyoung's voice speak, followed by snickers from his idiotic friends and his own attempt at stifling his laughter as they walk past you and into the convenience store, the small bell above the door signaling their entrance.

That ends up being your last straw. 

You don't cause another fight or yell something back after him, no, you don't have the energy to do that tonight. Instead, you feel like you will cry.

Tears are already burning at your eyes and your bottom lip wobbles, you're not even aware that your eyes follow Wooyoung through the display of the store, watching him as he picks up a pack of beer and heads for the cashier.

He got even more painfully handsome than he was when you'd see him every day before he graduated. His hair was double toned, the top of it black and the bottom strands bleached, brushing the nape of his neck.

You think you could even see a tattoo peaking under his shirt as he moves.

Jung Wooyoung was so not your type. Not that you really knew what your type was but all the guys that you found cute in your high school years were athletes, jocks who were organized and dedicated to their routine which in your opinion showcased their maturity, got good grades and were respected by their peers. Wooyoung was really the complete opposite of that so it was hard to explain why you so weirdly hung up over his approval.

He's still laughing about something with his friends, it would hurt so badly if it was about you, as his eyes dart through the display and connect with your own.

Wooyoung does a double take before his big smile slowly slips and dare you say, eyes soften as he looks at you and his lips part as if he wants to say something. 

It could all be in your head though and you're feeling even worse now that he caught you staring at him like a total creep, so you throw your popsicle in the trash and get up with a sigh, slipping back into your heels and deciding to just go home.

-

"Hey, Y/L/N! Wait up, I'll give you a ride home!" Wooyoung calls out after you, the plastic bag swinging back and forth in his hand. 

He can hear Chanwook's hushed objection which Wooyoung chooses to ignore, instead focused on walking closer to you. You couldn't make it far since you were basically limping in your heels.

"No thanks." Wooyoung hears your response and rolls his eyes. He hasn't spoken to you in the last two years at all but he can see that nothing has changed much - you were still too stubborn for your own good.

You didn't even bother to turn back and look at him, instead you hitch your dress further up and continue up the street and away from the convenience store.

"Y/N, come on. Quit being a brat and just wait for me to bring the car around."

"I said no!" You yell over your shoulder and let out a small yelp when you stutter a bit on your feet. To Wooyoung, you resembled Bambi right now.

"I'm trying to help you!" He yells back, still following you, "Just let me drive you back-"

"Wooyoung, seriously, fuck off!" You turn to face him with red cheeks and teary eyes (maybe that's why he's insisting so badly to drive you home, you simply look pathetic), "I don't need your fucking help!"

Wooyoung reels back at your tone and harsh words and then a wave of embarrassment washes over him when he hears Chanwook and Eunhyuk laugh behind him, at the fact that he just got told off by his little neighbour.

The embarrassment is followed up by anger that prickles at his skin like needles, he scoffs and if there's one thing Wooyoung will be - it's petty; "Fine! Limp home in your stupid heels then, see if I give a shit!"

You don't give him a response and Wooyoung doesn't bother to look for it either, instead turns around on his feet and heads towards his car (his dad's car). But not before telling a laughing Chanwook to shut the fuck up.

But once he's in the car with the keys in the ignition, he stares at the steering wheel in obvious contemplation before letting out a small groan, "Fuck."

Wooyoung turns to Chanwook, "Sit in the back, please."

His friend looks at him in surprise and confusion. "What?"

"Just sit in the back, will you? Please." Wooyoung repeats, avoiding Chanwook's eyes but feeling his stumped stare.

"Wooyoung, you cannot be serious." His friend laughs in disbelief as if reading his mind, looking around before giving Wooyoung another incredulous look, "She just told you to fuck off!"

Eunhyuk is quiet in the back which is a huge relief for Wooyoung, he really didn't need to defend himself to his other friend too.

"I can't let her go by foot in the dark, you've seen her! She can barely walk!" Wooyoung says defensively to both of his friends as Chanwook moves to the back with a huff.

"And that's your problem...how?" Chanwook, like the annoying pest he is, asks.

"It's not...." Wooyoung trails off, trying to look for an excuse as to why he was going out of his way to give you a ride home. "But...but her dad would kill me if he knew I saw her and didn't drive her back. It's only right."

Chanwook smacks his lips obnoxiously loud, "Sure."

Wooyoung doesn't even need to turn around to know that his friend is giving him a very bold side eye right now.

Eunhyuk snorts but doesn't say anything else. Wooyoung is thankful for that at least.

"She probably won't even want to get in the car." Chanwook comments quietly as they reach you on the sidewalk. He ends up being ignored.

Wooyoung rolls the window of the old car down so he can talk to you, he has to say you're walking at an impressively slow pace. "Y/N, get in the car."

He hears you groan dramatically from the outside, "Jung, you're not my dad. Stop telling me what to do."

Wooyoung ignores Chanwook and Eunhyuk's snickers in the back once again, he grows even more irritated, "I'll call your fucking dad right now and tell him you're walking home alone this late. How about that?"

You turn to him with your glossy lips twisted into a scowl, "You wouldn't."

Always ready to prove a point or in this case, lie straight out of his ass, Wooyoung makes a show of stopping his car next to the sidewalk and fishing his phone from the pocket of his jacket before opening up his contacts and beginning to scroll. He doesn't even have your dad's number.

But Wooyoung is a professional bullshitter so he keeps pressing random buttons with a straight face and presses the phone to his ear before turning to you with his brows raised-

"Okay, fine!" You exclaim with an angry huff and start rounding his car as your cheeks flush a pretty pink color. Wait, pretty-? You open the door and angrily plop into the passenger's seat with a glare directed towards him, "Fucking snitch."

Wooyoung ignores you, locking his phone without another word and beginning to drive away.

There's an awkward silence in the car, only sounds being made are those of the plastic bags filled with beer that keep rustling in Eunhyuk's lap.

"This isn't the way to our street." You say and Wooyoung might be crazy but you almost sound a little nervous at that. He glances at you before it dawns onto him. Of course, you'd be feeling nervous.

It's nighttime and you're in a car with three dudes older than you who you don't know that well. Wooyoung didn't even bother telling you about his plan before he started driving. A curse runs through his head before he clears his throat,

"I'll just drop these two off at a party nearby and then drive you home." He murmurs, chest constricting a little when he sees you cross your hands over your chest, a gesture which makes you seem smaller.

"Wait, wha-" Chanwook, gosh he was really pissing Wooyoung off tonight, starts from the backseat. "Woo, I thought you were going too-"

"I will." Wooyoung interrupts him with a clenched jaw as he pulls up to the house where the party is held, "I'll drop Y/N off and then come back, it won't take more than fifteen minutes. Now get out- Wait, give me that bag right there."

Eunhyuk hands him one of the plastic bags and Wooyoung fishes through it and pulls out two blueberry ice creams out of it before giving the bag back to Eunhyuk. Which he bought for himself, of course. Not because he saw your popsicle melting on the pavement or anything.

Chanwook watches with a dropped jaw before huffing, Wooyoung hears him murmur, "Doing it for her dad, my ass-" 

"I'll be right back!" Wooyoung announces loudly, far too loudly, and Eunhyuk slams the car door shut so Wooyoung can drive away.

When he pulls away, the silence in the car is almost stifling so Wooyoung offers you the ice cream, "Here."

You look at him like a second head just popped out of his shoulder before looking back through the window and ignoring him completely. Wooyoung lets out a small groan. So stubborn.

"Oh my God, just take it." He says, placing the ice cream on your lap as he continues to drive. He bites back a smile when he sees you stare at the ice cream on your lap for a long second before grasping it and opening the wrapper so you can eat it.

Wooyoung really doesn't know what he's doing right now.

He doesn't know why he bought ice creams for you, he doesn't know why he insisted on getting rid of his friends first before dropping you off home, he has no idea why he keeps glancing at you every couple of seconds from the corner of his eye and he especially doesn't have a clue why he takes the longer route home.

When tomorrow comes and he wakes up hangover from the party and probably in someone else's bed, he'll give himself the same excuse he gave the boys. He wanted to make sure you got home safely because it's the right thing to do. There was nothing else to it.

But in this moment, right now, in the stifling silence and the breeze that flows through the opened window's because the air conditioning isn't working - Wooyoung notices things that he feels embarrassed to notice, or maybe he noticed them before but never allowed himself to appreciate them until tonight.

Like, how nice your bare neck and collarbones look now that your hair is pinned up in soft curls. A thin silver necklace graces your neck. Or how the two curled strands at the front frame your face prettily. Your eyelids are painted with something shimmery which Wooyoung doesn't know the name of and your cheekbones are a soft peach color intentionally placed there beforehand. 

Your glossy lips wrap around the ice cream cone and you bite off a huge chunk. 

"Why are you staring at me?" Wooyoung can decipher the question even through the mouthful of ice cream as you give him a slight glare.

Because you're pretty. Is what he wants to say, honest and bare, but he obviously can't because you're you and he's Wooyoung. "Because you have ice cream on your nose."

His hands tighten against the steering wheel when he sees you quickly look to the side and wipe at your nose self-consciously. You blush a scarlet red from the embarrassment. Great, now he feels like an asshole.

Wooyoung clears his throat, "Why did you look so sad? Back there, in front of the store."

He has no idea why he's trying to make conversation with you. You two never do that, never did. The closest thing to a conversation between Wooyoung and you would be the arguments you'd have in the middle of the school hallway when he'd tease you for your braces.

Those came off as well, by the way, he can see the pearly white teeth perfectly aligned now as you speak. No longer crooked. Maybe he'd like to see them pulled up in a smile but that's borderline wishful thinking now. You smiling at Wooyoung? Yeah, right.

"No reason." You tell him quietly, slumping in your seat as you continue to eat your ice cream. You sigh with an eyeroll, "Just...prom sucked."

Likely thing to happen.

The key is to go to prom with your expectations so low that you can only go up from there but Wooyoung had an inkling feeling that having low expectations wasn't in your nature.

Besides, you were a jock. He remembers even when you were a freshman, you were already running with the popular crowd without even being aware of it, with the athletes and the cheerleaders. Prom night is sort of a pinnacle of the high school experience for people like you.

Guess it's a bummer that you look like you had a shit time.

He hums, "At the end of the day, it's just another Friday night. Nothing special. So even if it sucked, you'll get over it."

Maybe he wasn't the best at giving advice or comforting people.

You side eye him and he pretends not to see it before you quietly add, "I don't usually spend a year worth of allowance on just another Friday night."

Wooyoung cracks a smile, teasing you being a second nature even if you barely spoke since he graduated, "What? Did you expect a prince charming to sweep you off your feet so you two can dance the night away or something? I didn't know you were into that corny shit, Y/L/N."

He hears you scoff, cheeks still red as you roll your eyes, seriously annoyed, "Whatever. Forget I said anything."

Wooyoung's gives a forced snicker just to annoy you before his smile drops again and his eyes flutter shut for a moment out of pure frustration at his own stupidity, internally cursing himself. If shooting yourself in the foot was a person - it would have Jung Wooyoung's photo and name posted under it.

Why can't you just be nice to her?

The air in the car turns even more awkward and Wooyoung shifts uncomfortably in his seat while you continue to eat your ice cream in silence as you stare through the window.

He slows down in front of your house just when you're finishing your ice cream.

You crumple the wrapper in your hand, place the second ice cream on the dashboard and grab the small bag laying on your lap before grabbing the door handle.

"I hope," Wooyoung starts and when you turn to look at him, he's overcome with a sudden coughing fit which is really just awkwardness and the need to fix whatever the fuck he broke a little even more tonight, "Uh, hope you took some good pictures tonight at least because..."

He trails off, feeling like it was his first time flirting with a girl. Wait, what the fuck. He was not flirting with you. Not even a little bit. Wooyoung was simply trying to pay you a compliment. Simple as that. It doesn't have to be anything more. You don't even need to be friends to pay someone a compliment, in fact, Wooyoung is positive that regular archnemeses complimented each other at least once.

Unfortunately, compliments aren't the norm between the two of you, so whatever nice thing he says feels wrong.

Your brows raise.

"You know," He trails off, scratching the back of his neck in an attempt to seem cool and collected. He nonchalantly adds but his side glances might give him away, fortunately you're too much of a ditz to notice, "You look good."

You stare at him for a long moment, seriously it's so long that he almost changes his mind and adds an insult just so you two would be back in those familiar waters of bickering and teasing each other but then your eyebrows fall back down and a scowl overtakes your features.

"Yeah, right." You mumble and Wooyoung almost feels insulted for some reason but then you continue, "Thanks for the ride."

And then you're out of the car and already moving across your front lawn before Wooyoung can snap out of it and remember to turn the car back on.

-

19 and 21 years old;

"10 more minutes! Y/L/N stop arguing with that asshole and get back into your position before you're out of the game completely!" 

Your coach is red in the face from all the shouting and you know what's good for you, so you keep your mouth shut as you run to your spot, thoroughly ignoring the glare your team's captain shoots at you from your right.

The 'asshole' that your coach is referring to is the referee who didn't count a player from the rival team almost breaking your leg by bulldozing into you - as a foul.

"-stole Eunha's position from her and can't even play properly." You hear a snicker behind you and don't even have to turn to know who it's directed at.

Despite it being only your first semester, you haven't made the greatest impression on your teammates (nor did you try all that much to change that impression). 

So for the time being, when there was no rival team, you were the collective enemy in the changing rooms and on the practice field. A freshman who kicked their friend from the spot she had since she started college. A freshman who thought she was better than the rest of her team. A freshman who didn't know how to behave at times. A freshman that made them run extra laps because she was bad at remembering all the new rules at times.

And now, a freshman that was playing badly and fucking up things for the rest of them.

"Y/N!" A hiss from your right is heard and your eyes zero in on your captain, Jihyo, who is staring at you. "Focus."

You swallow harshly and give her a quick now before focusing your gaze to the front.

In high school, you weren't used to losing. You were a winner, it's what you prided yourself in. Failure wasn't an option when it came to football.

But turns out in college, when all the other players are as good as you, winning isn't as easy.

In fact it’s a lot harder than you thought it would be. Nearing the end of the first half the score sheet is still empty and it annoys all of the players and the fans as well. The weirdest thing is how ball is not even on your team's side of the field most of the time; your defenders did not have a very entertaining start of the game in comparison to defenders from Busan, who already look out of breath from all of the attacks to their side. Not to mention that they keep teaming up on you specifically.

You can’t pinpoint what exactly is wrong and why there was no goal to this point; half of you thinks it’s because you didn’t blend well with the team. 

"Run, run, run!" Yeonjin shouts, when Sinb loses the ball and Busan’s midfielders rush to their side.

The spike of adrenaline energizes you and your eyes zero on the ball, running after it. Mina’s figure passes from your left and both of you corner the midfielder, successfully getting the ball to your side. You have it and quickly pass it to Yeonjin, seeing her signal for the ball. You watch her run off when a body collides with your own and the impact is so strong, you lose your balance, falling down.

‘What?’ You ask yourself in disbelief not understanding how you're sprawled across the grass again, slowly standing up. At first you're shell-shocked but now anger fills you to the brim when you see that it's the same girl who intentionally collided with you the first time, watching you with a smug smirk and then you're just  ready to fight.

 You push back at her and get even angrier when the bitch doesn't fall. 

"Are you going to go tattle to mommy?" She asks with a mocking concern and you can’t hear anything; you even forget that you are in the middle of the game because your anger turns your vision red. 

With a loud groan, you launch towards her and grab her by the shirt, screaming to her face that 'she's a cunt'. There are hands around you, pulling you away, trapping you and not letting you go even when you try to break free.

Jihyo's face is in front of you and you can't register what she's saying but you can see her turn red from how pissed off she is. Maybe it's better if you're not listening to her, if you can't hear anyone actually...but then-

"Hey, number nine! You better not fucking cry!"

At first, you think the loud yell came from somewhere on the field. You thought another player from the Busan team was talking shit. And then,

"Number nine! Crybaby!"

There's some laughter in the audience and it's then that you realize the voice is shouting from the fucking bleachers.

A teammate is already pulling you in the opposite direction but your eyes are glued to crowd sitting on the sidelines, the annoying voice insistently yelling. Crybaby. Crybaby. Crybaby.

The worst part is that the voice sounds so painfully familiar, you just can't put your finger on it. Who.

You're about to let it go. You're about to be the bigger person and not act like a total brute on the field, just let it go Y/N. But then-

"Hey, hey crybaby!" You stop in your tracks, head whipping to the direction the voice was coming from and eyes coasting over the bleachers. "What kind of hill did you roll down from that you don't even know how to push someone back properly?!"

Finally, you spot it. Him. In a red hoodie, making sure to stand out in the sea of blue. It's no wonder the voice sounded so eerily familiar, you've heard it screaming at you for the majority of your childhood and a good chunk of your teen years. 

Because he rolled down the same hill as you with only a street separating you.

When he realizes that you've caught onto him, he gives you that smile. That grin that never led to anything good, pearly white teeth gleaming under the lights of the bleachers as he taunts you.

You blood pressure jumps so, you take a deep breath and....scream;

"Jung Wooyoung!"

[lemonnere]

.⭐🍀 INTRO POST 🍀⭐.

Heyo there, my name is Nere! I'm an artist/animator who loves sharing my silly drawings and interests :] Here I'll mostly be sharing my art, from fully rendered drawings to doodles, and I'll occasionally yap about my interests lol. I hope you like my stuff! Click below to read more (important cuz it includes my BYI and DNI)

🌲More about me:🌲

- 20 years old

- he/him + she/her pronouns

- gay and asexual

- Spanish 🇪🇸, speaks fluent Spanish, English and Catalan + a bit of Japanese

- Animation student at U-Tad university

- Self-shipper (nothing serious tho + I'm totes sharing!)

🌻Some interests:🌻

- Undertale Yellow (main)

- Your turn to Die (current)

- Regular Show (current)

- The Amazing World of Gumball

- Deponia

- Danganronpa

- Animal Crossing

- Splatoon

- Sonic and Mario games

- Pokémon

- Horror RPGs, analog horror, liminal spaces

- Happy Tree Friends

- OG Undertale/Deltarune

- Cookie Run

💚F/OS:💚

📋Benson Dunwoody (Regular Show)

🍳🔎Kai Satou and Keiji Shinogi (YTTD)

🪨��️Larry Needlemeyer and Steve Small (TAWOG)

🖋️Ryota Mitarai (Danganronpa)

💼Brian Pasternack (Yuppie Psycho)

‼️BYI:‼️

🦎Cletus (Deponia)

⭐Starlo (Undertale Yellow)

- I'm very shy and I have anxiety, paranoia and trust issues :'D I may not show it but don't be surprised if I end up venting one day, I've been going through a rough time lately. I also use a lot of tone indicators. ALSO please if you DM me make sure to not make your message only be "hello/hi" it makes me super nervous please specify the reason why you DM'd me.

- Please only follow me if you're genuinely interested in my art. I've had a lot of people unfollowing me the second I posted something from another fandom or OCs :( I'm multifandom so please keep in mind that while I draw a lot of stuff for my current fixations I may want to change a bit from time to time!

- You're free to use my art as profile pics, banners, etc. but PLEASE always credit me. If you have Toyhouse and upload my art there make sure to credit my TH acc! (@Lemonere) <3 Please don't trace, copy or post my art without my permission/credit.

- My comms are open so DM me if interested! (I'm a bit slower when I have exams tho) My art trades are open to CLOSE friends only but if I open them to the public I post letting everyone know!

- I accept drawing requests related to my interests but due to a massive burnout experience I had last year I will take it easier and just do the ones I feel like it whenever I feel like it, but don't be shy to drop em in my ask box <3 (multiple requests from the same person is fine but please don't bombard me bc I'll just do the ones I want aaa) [needless to say, I won't respond to asks or accept requests that make me uncomfortable.]

- I sometimes love drawing stuff involving horror, blood/gore, angsty things etc. I'll make sure to tag that stuff if it's too sensitive! If it makes you uncomfortable you can just ignore or block. ALSO I do some suggestive art on rare occasions so be aware of that (I'll CW it too)

- I'm aware there's yumeshippers who are strictly non-sharing, I want to make it clear that I selfship for fun and comfort but it's nothing deep, I'm sharing with everyone and I don't claim to like x character more or less than anyone. If my presence makes you uncomfy, please block and ignore me but don't harass me. :(

- I only go by he/him/she/her pronouns, I don't like using gender identity labels for myself so please only see me as a guy or a gal and that's it! <3 please don't use they/them or other pronouns for me ("they" is only fine if you forgot or did it accidentally <3)

💔DNI:💔

- Proshippers and comshippers

- Ped0s, z00s, racist people, people against the LGBTQ+ community, basic criteria yk

- Anyone willing to harass me or my friends

- Art thieves

- Cringe culture (I just wanna have fun :()

- People making me uncomfy and/or disrespecting my boundaries

⬇️STRAWPAGE (for drawings only), TOYHOUSE, YOUTUBE AND COMMISSION SHEET LINKS⬇️

[trina-makes-an-entrance]

Do you happen to have any Jake headcanons, thoughts, art, or whatever to spare??? Trying to cause a surge in Jake content for myself because I love him!!

HELL YES

I LOVE MY BOY JAKE, HE DESERVES THE WHOLE WORLD!!!

Here aare some headcanons :D

He's half North American, half Australian.

A pansexual icon, tho he doesn't really care about labels.

He needs to use a wheelchair - he can still stand up and walk on good days, but the fire + his squip kind of fucked up his legs.

Christine, Rich and him customized his wheelchair with funky stickers that glow in the dark.

Still thinks his parents are good people and looks up to them (they are really shitty parents, even if he can't see it).

After Michael told his mom's about Jake living in a crappy motel, they offered him a room in their house.

Michael and Jake are brothers now, your honor. Like, he's a Mell now, they have adopted him, they are a family now, even if at first they were kind of awkward around the other.

He's clearly talented with music, though he doesn't really see it and doesn't do anything with it.

Plays the violin since he was twelve, though he abandoned it after a few years. He still likes to play it when he's bored.

He's in his highschool choir with Brooke. He's a really good singer.

His flirting skills are so lame, but somehow they work??? Like, with Christine - he can say the most pathetic things ever and still sound really charming? Tho I fear that's just canon.

Big fun of Y2k/2010's white girl music, like Kate Perry, Miley Cirus, Kesha, Avril Lavigne...

A sitcom enjoyer - he probably likes them a little too much, especially the ones that revolve around families (The Fresh Prince of Bel Air, Modern Family, Full House...), mostly because his parents were never around that much, so he ended up attaching himself to the families he saw on TV.

When he was younger, he used to be love Adventure Time! It's kind of his comfort show now, because of how nostalgic it makes him feel.

Severely allergic to dogs, which is so fucking depressing because he wants to hug them SO BAD. He's such a dog person. His squip is obviously Air Buddy.

He's also lactose intolerant and Chloe likes to make fun of him for it.

He has watched High School Musical at least 20 times. (Had a crush on both Troy and Gabriella lmao)

He had a goldfish when he was six, called Finn. It died after two months because his dad accidently broke the fishbowl and didn't care enough to buy a new one so he just... flushed it? Yeah, that emotionally scarred Jake for life.

GIFTED KID BURNOUT GOES BRR

He's always trying new things out so he can have his mind occupied and just... stop thinking about everything wrong with his life.

He really cares about Chloe, and he genuinely likes her, the problem is they are so toxic as a couple and neither of them are in the right headspace for a relationship. They don't usually bring out the best of the other. Problem is they don't see it, so they keep running into eachother because they have some attachment issues they'd need to work on separately before engaging in such relationship. It's a closed cycle, I fear. I'd really like to talk more about them bc their relationship is so interesting.

Richjake. That's it that's the headcanon. I just think they're neat.

Goes iice-skating with Christine every winter.

I just KNOW he loves Sweater Weather.

I'd have to write a whole essay (or a fanfic) on why I think he engages in substance abuse, specially after his parents left.

Has a bit of religious trauma I JUST KNOW.

Brooke, Michael and him celebrate movie night at least twice a month.

He's dyslexic and enjoys reading but usually struggles to concentrate, so that's why he prefers audiobooks. He usually listens to them when he's going for a run or clinking his room. He also listens to them when he goes to sleep because he can't sleep with no noise.

Christine turned him into a theater kid. His favorite musical is Legally Blonde, and is the only peace of media that will make him cry.

I wished I could show some fanart, especially one I have where Jake and Rich are standing inside a closet and the thingy from Episode appears with the "So this is seven minutes in heaven?" and they give you the options of "MAKE OUT?!?!?!" and "Strangle him with a coat hanger". I love that fanart, but it's in the sketchbook I share with my bestie and he currently has 👊😔

[tonydaddingham]

it's all well and good to have discourse regarding generalised theories and meta and such like, it's cool to discuss and (politely) debate stuff; maybe you can change other fans' minds by sharing your perspective/analysis, or maybe they can change yours.

what's not cool though? screenshotting actual posts (that can easily be found on a straightforward google boolean search, or hell - usually just by typing the contents into tumblr itself) of takes you don't agree with and subjecting them to focused ridicule. those are someone's thoughts and feelings. that is someone's time, their effort, and their dedication.

what's not cool is vagueing about people's posts in such a way that it is obvious that your post is about them, about that particular post, and not just the theory/theme in general. this fandom is huge but it's also incredibly small sometimes - we're all so often of the same mind that art and fic and meta pass through us like shockwaves. what im saying is that the person that that post is about? they'll probably see it. don't be bullies. a good portion of us have had enough of bullies to last us a lifetime, and it's not needed here.

reblog a post and disagree courteously, patiently, and with compassion, or make a separate post "ive seen discussion on this theme/thought, and whilst it was interesting, i personally don't agree and here's why...". send a polite ask to the op perhaps asking them to clarify some things, because you don't agree but at least want to understand and discuss, if they'd be amenable.

if the bad takes are becoming too much, or are upsetting you, or the person is doubling down despite polite debate and it's pissing you off? that's absolutely valid and you're allowed to feel like that - and if you don't want, or can't, address it politely, and it's too much... block them. block them so you don't have to keep seeing it. rant about it in the DMs to someone you trust if you really need to, but don't publicly make people - on what is (to my mind) the mostly inclusive and open-minded platform - feel like shit because they see media different than you.

don't make people feel like they're absolute scum just because you disagree. don't make them feel stupid, or close-minded. dont stick labels on them that they will likely internalise and make them feel like the worst human being to walk the earth. it's humiliating, it's alienating, and it's going make some people fear having any interest in something they used to enjoy, and that once brought them joy when they needed it most. you personally may not be bothered, but others might - have some respect for them.

god knows im not perfect and ive done it myself, im not pretending otherwise bc sometimes i catch myself being unkind, or feeding into this culture of "different thought = wrong thought", but by god im trying to do better. don't be like me, please please please just be fucking kind

[mythicalist]

welcome to my epic blog!!!!!!!

☆ ABOUT ME !

hellou !!!!! i would start with "my name is ___" but i geninuely use a lots of names so uh. you can just call me mimic/gilbert for simplicity...! other names i use are pentumbra, t'eych, yawstrich, phloruh, wubbox, wilzin, anheelur, zynth and shifter!

i use it/its pronouns for the most part, but i also use he/him, xe/xim, and a lots of nounself pronouns! I would list them all but they're like. geninuely a lot... so you can just visit my pronouns page (click on the text) if you want to know .:P (plus you'll also find my xenogenders there + what descriptors to use and not use with me and my other names!)

some of the labels i use are: transneutralmasculine , agenderflux (masculine-leaning) , self-shipper , fictionkin/otherkin , and otherhearted !

☆ MY FANDOMS !

so, in case you didn't notice by the theme of my blog, I'm EXTREMELY active in the msm fandom/community, so i will be posting a LOT about it 😅😅 however, i still try to interact with other medias on here, so in case you wanna know, here are some other fandoms im apart of !

— ratboy genius , the amazing digital circus , the SCP foundation , randy cunningham: 9th grade ninja , gravity falls , the owl house , and bugbo ! [PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TALK TO ME IF YOU KNOW ABOUT RATBOY GENIUS I AM ALSO REALLY IN LOVE WITH IT 😭😭😭]

☆ MY KiNTYPES + F/O'S !

so... as i mentioned earlier, im fictionkin/otherkin ! im a LOT of monsters, so uhh this list is... a bit long, and is also constantly growing for some reason.

im a mimic, a red prismatic mimic, an epic yawstrich, a common yawstrich, a pentumbra, a fire oasis epix wubbox, a fire oasis epic wubbox, a rare zynth, a bemeebeth, a torrt, a thwok, an epic bowgart, a kayna, a floogull, an epic sooza, an epic krillby, a cataslizt, an epic fungpray, a rare boo'qwurm, a whaill, a rare cranchee, an epic repatillo, an air island epic wubbox, a ziggurab, a sneyser, a rare cherubble, a lyriccle (fanmade monster created by daniel henderson) , an owlesque (yes, both major nd minor forms) , a bowhead , an epic stogg , an epic buzzinga , a scaratar , a phangler + epic phangler , a g'joob , an astropod , an anglow + epic anglow , a glowl + epic glowl , nd an epic edamimi ! yes i am very much aware that every single one of my kintypes are all from my singing monsters. this game is just a very big part of my identity sorry. expect to find more monsters in this list as the time passes. my identity is really volatile when it comes to these silly singing monsters lmao

my hearttypes are blue-and-yellow macaw, shoebill stork and secretary bird !

and as i said before , im a selfshipper as well ! my f/o's are an epic strombonin , a common strombonin and a gobbleygourd ! tbh I'm low-key non-sharing with all of them... but then again i am mostly self shipping with essentially my MSM ocs that just so happen to be those monsters so uhh.. it's complicated 💔

☆ BEFORE U INTERACT !

i am EXTREMELY sensitive and i will probably get upset over the silliest things. and yet i somehow struggle to show empathy towards others so please don't try to vent to me or anything ; i geninuely will not know how to comfort you 💔 i also need tonetags and i use them very frequently myself bc i am deathly afraid of somemon misinterpreting anything i say. also please note that i am crazy hyperfixated on my singing monsters. unironically do not try to tell me not to make any references about it around you because i unironically cannot stop talking about this game. and also following that last point , I tend to replace words with msm-related terms ; for example , i use 'galvana'/'celestial' instead of 'god' , and i use 'mon'/'monster(s)' instead of 'person'/'people' ;-;

☆ DO NOT INTERACT !

i dont have all that much of a dni methinks..? ill probably just block u or smth if you make me uncomfortable , specially if your blog is centered around kink , problematic/toxic proshipping — specially darkshipping — and stuffs like that. although uhh

dni if you hate the mythicals and natural + fire monsters from msm... I don't even care if it's just one of them or a random variant bro because it actually pisses me off so much it's completely irrational 😭😭😭 this also applies to the fire islands and mythical island btw...

if you have any questions for me about literally anything about me , you can ask on my inbox and I'll try to answer...!!!

[irrealisms]

anyway something i'm thinking about rn wrt therapy is the way that .. "therapy" is conflated with "help". to "get help". to be "pro recovery". anything labeled "treatment" must inherently be uncomplicatedly good. and so then it's easy from there to see how rejection of that becomes uncomplicatedly bad. some of the worst things i've done in service of the psychiatric system were done while i genuinely 100% believed that i was helping, bc i thought participating in the system was the only way someone i cared about could get better, and i wanted them to be happy and alive and okay. if someone is doing badly you gently propose therapy and/or meds bc that's what you're supposed to do if you want to help. and-- don't get me wrong. therapsychiatry has helped me. you could say it saved my life, and it'd even be true in the same "helped me Not Want To Die As Much during a high-risk part of my life where i wanted to die really really badly all the time" way that most people mean it when they say it and not the "kidnapped me and tied me to a bed" way. but, man, it hurts people! it's hurt me quite badly! sometimes people will say shit that reveals how much they see therapsychiatry not as "a tool that can be helpful sometimes to some people" but as something that is fundamentally good, something that is helpful always, to everyone. frex ppl will just casually talk abt some people "needing therapy" when the thing they mean is "this person is clearly struggling rn" (or "this person is ~evil" if they're being more ableist with it). and if you pushed them on it a lot of them would say "well obviously i don't believe that they necessarily need therapy, everybody's different, some people are helped by other things, i know you've had bad experiences with therapy." (not everyone would say this, some people really do believe Everyone should be in therapy. but a lot of them would!) and even the people who are more hardline would say "i know there's bad therapists/therapy but it's not all like that". (subtext, or sometimes text: either "give it another try!" or "don't discourage other people from seeking life-saving help!". which: there's that assumption again, of therapy=help. no acknowledgement that i could be protecting people or myself from getting hurt by therapy; i'm preventing people from getting helped by therapy.) but, man, even among people who aren't hardline like that, there's a certain way of talking about therapy where they vary in how much they acknowledge exceptions but the default assumption is a very uncritical view of it as good and helpful. (i'm talking mostly abt therapy here but this all goes just as much for meds/psychiatry.) you know? and i really want to push back on that. therapy/meds can be bad. therapy/meds is not the only way to get help. rejecting "treatment" is not the same as rejecting "recovery". (i could also go the route of "you don't have to get help or recover" and i do believe that! that's extremely important and a big part of the basis of harm reduction! & "recovery" especially is such a tainted word to me in a mental health context. but-- you get what i'm saying here, right? that all our words for "trying to feel better & improve our lives after a period of madness or pain" are treated as synonyms for "being compliant with whatever doctors enforce on you")

[incorrect-koopalings]

Updated gender/sexuality shit bc TDOV was last Monday lol:

I headcanon that Koopas' grasp on gender and sexuality used to be like, xenogenders and neopronouns (paleopronouns?), lesboys, etc, but they had to conform to standards set by other kingdoms and it was mostly lost to time.

Junior: What's a pronoun? What's a S-word-uality? I'm a boy [she's not but doesn't know yet lmao], and I like Sage, who's a girl.

Hop: Can I do what Larry does? I'm a boy, but being a girl sometimes sounds cool! [does she know?]

Hip: *just got it explained to him in a kid-friendly way* Oh, okay, that makes sense! I'm a boy, and romance is gross! [will be demiromantic in the future]

Bigmouth: I've just started learning about gender and sexuality from Kooky. I think I'm a cis boy, and I like he/him. I still think romance is gross right now, but I also think Amy Rose is kinda cute, but so is Ash Ketch– [can't spell bigmouth without bi]

Cheatsy: Geez, Bigmouth, let others have a turn! Apparently I'm transmasc now, they/he, and I'm probably aromantic. I don't want to think about... y'know... that... so I guess I'm ace?

Morton: Demiboy, I think. Um, he/him! I'm demi!

Larry: I'm genderfluid, bitches! She/he (I used they for a bit but that didn't fit), and I think I'm pan-oriented aroace! Geez, it's hard to keep up with labels...

Bully: Listen, man, I'm a normal– erm, sorry. Cis dude. I was kinda transphobic before, so I'm still learnin'. Also I'm gay. [bully tried to convince himself he was straight by dating a bunch of girls]

Wendy: *wearing a trans-colored bow* Isn't it obvious? She/her. Also, I'm straight.

Iggy: I've been reading about ancient Koopa gender studies, and my eyes have been opened. I'm an agender aromantic lesbian boygirl. I use any pronouns, and I encourage you to get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 with neopronouns when talking about me! (Hopefully Surge isn't too upset about me being aro...) [*slaps iggy* this koopaling can hold so much gender]

Kootie Pie: I'm into boys and boys alone, and I'm cis. [token cishet]

Roy: Turns out I'm bi, trans guy! He/him, unless you disrespect me, then my pronouns become lethal/threat. [came up with that myself lmao]

Kooky: I'm stealing that line, but swapping he/him for they/them! I don't really have a gender, I'm just Kooky von Koopa! I guess you could say I'm genderkooky! *cackles* And I guess I'm aromantic and asexual. Gives me more time to plan world domination! *cackles* In all seriousness, yeah, I am aroace. [they tried dating but it didn't work]

Lemmy: Aromantic gay bigender trans man! He/him! If you refer to me as she/her and you're not named Larry, Morton, or Iggy, I'll steal your kneecaps and sell them on the black market :3

Ludwig: Asexual, heteroromantic, masculine genderqueer. He/they.

[pinkpastels113]

intro post

okay so i realized that i've never done one of these and i kinda want to!! esp for the new people following me and my side account @caitlynspistol, which i plan on keeping even if my fandoms and otp brain rots change

name: wenz (pronounced as when-zzz, or if you're anne, whence is fine too LMAO). it's not my real name but that's what i'm comfortable with on here!

pronouns: she/her.

nicknames: i respond to girl, girlie, dude, or any cute pet names hehe

age: 22

personality type: enfj (protagonist mbti personality). i also relate to harley quinn, lexie grey, annabeth chase, red of hearts, and chloe beale (besides the barging into other people's shower part). more of a golden retriever than a black cat, esp at work and around people i like and can be myself with, but can be a standoffish opinionated moody lil binch if im pissed or annoyed lmao

lgbtq?: yes. i think im labeling myself as bi but leaning towards wlw

country: usa (even tho i be so tired of it sometimes 💀)

comfort fandom: pitch perfect and bechloe! it's the fandom that i originally joined tumblr and got an ao3 account for, and the pairing that i feel the most comfortable and natural writing for

type of content creator: i'm more of a writer than an artist but i'm trying to explore more of my artsy side. i've loved drawing since i was 5. it's just difficult sometimes to motivate myself and practice my art when everyone else is so much better HAHA

i prefer to write drabbles and one-shots more than multi-chapter fics bc my attention span and motivation just. won't let me. but if enough people encourage me and ask for them-!! i also like to write aus? and fluff? and meet-cutes i think :)

current obsession/brain rots: glassheart from descendants the rise of red but im scared that caitvi will take over this spot when the new arcane season releases lmao

others: wenclair from wednesday, chaggie from hazbin hotel, harlivy from dc but mostly the tv show, damie from the haunting of bly manor, percabeth from percy jackson

guilty pleasures: nikkenzie (dork diaries), miraculous ladybug (ADFSJHDSLK MY SISTER GOT ME INTO THIS DON'T COME FOR ME-), sunset shimmer x twilight sparkle

comfort/fav shows: grey's anatomy and friends

comfort/fav movies: tangled, mulan, mean girls, just chick flicks in general ig, the pp franchise

music: i'm a swiftie so pop :) not the ones that are too techno but like soft? but also catchy. i also like throwback 2010s music bc those SLAP

hobbies besides being a part of the fandom: i like to play card games, read/discover contemporary romance books, paint, text or hang out with my friends, do puzzles, be a couch potato, play wild rift (league of legends on mobile), watch asmr videos on tiktok, and just explore the city ig

special tags?: "wenz can talk" for my posts that i just yap in, "w writes" for my writing, "w sketches" for my art

anything else to share: i love getting asks! like from ask meme games or just getting to know you questions, nothing too personal tho! i also welcome any kind of interaction that gets me to talk about my fandoms/brain rots/ships. pls don't be shy lmao: you can interact through tags in a reblog or through an anon ask if you don't know how ima react. worse case scenario i just won't reply? but i'm not gonna judge or bash on you or anything unless you come for me first 😭

[sherrendipities]

i have no interest in engaging with people whose values do not align with mine, for my own safety and as a moral standard. all my political opinions are rooted in anti-capitalism and anti-imperalism. if you don't stand for the liberation of palestine, sudan, the drc, and all colonized people, this is not the place for you. if i followed you and you don't agree with me on this, it's because i didn't see anything explicitly discussing this on your blog. do us both a favor and block me. note that i am NOT a liberal, i hate democrats as much as republicans, and yes, harris is as much a genocidal war profiteer as biden and trump. commies only beyond this point ☭🇵🇸

learn about palestine. do your daily clicks. boycott & push for divestment where you can. keep masking. read about decolonization and liberation of all people all over the earth (free books by keystone authors).

with that out of the way: hi, hello, welcome! i'm sherry (not really), and this is where i dump out all my horny ramblings so i don't explode lol. besides being a raging slut and a lovey-dovey airhead, i'm also a scientist, communist, pagan, writer, and a lover of books. feel free to DM me cause i always enjoy meeting new folk, especially fellow nerds and commies 💕

my orgasms are controlled by my Daddy (tagged 💌) 🥰 come make it a challenge for me to stay denied~

🟢 things i love: orientation play/dykebreaking. misogyny. breeding. fauxcest (father/daughter & brother/sister). rapeplay. free use. monsterfucking. praise. petplay. corruption. edging & denial. exhibitionism. hand fetish & voice kink. dacryphilia.

🟡 things i mostly like: degradation and dumbification, but don't make me think you don't like me ok, i'm still baby. light impact play, esp slapping and spanking. occasionally detrans comes up bc i like the bioessentialism aspect. political play can be fun, but i'm so particular about it that it's barely on the table. hypno and worship are delightful if i'm obsessed with you. most things get way more fun if i'm obsessed with you tbh, so i'm open for 1x1 discussion with time.

🟠 things i don't like: anything unhygenic will often squick me out, incl piss, scat, vomit, rimming, feet, shoes (specifically being stepped on), occasionally spit, etc. i'm a giant baby about substance use, so no intox play.

🔴 things i will outright block you for (you do you, but don't do me): raceplay of any kind, incl sexualizing hijabis. any form of body shaming or controlling eating. don't call me pig. extreme violence, especially when a lot of blood is involved. don't push me to try this kink irl without discussion first.

tag guide ⁠—

# sherry speaks : unfiltered horny ramblings

# sherry writes : longer, more cohesive horny ramblings

# sherry reads : ramblings on romantic and erotic books

# ooc : non-horny ramblings, often political

# happy queueincidence : queued posts

# 💌 , # 🐶 , # 💬 : tags for my fav mutuals xoxo

# me core : for silly little posts that resonate with me on a soul-deep level

i don't tag individual kinks, but mutuals and friends are welcome to ask me to!

some necessary disclaimers:

this is all fantasy and not at all representative of my real-world views and behaviors. i will often post things tagged #ooc to denote when i'm being serious!

actual bigotry gets you blocked. this includes being shitty to sex workers.

nothing is sexy without informed and enthusiastic consent from all parties. never hesitate to communicate your needs and boundaries with me 💕

i'm quite selective with sending pictures or audios. you never have permission to share anything i send you, publicly or privately. i will assume the same for you unless stated otherwise.

i still refer to myself as a lesbian as part of my kink play, but i no longer use that label in my vanilla life. i identify as a queer relationship anarchist.

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