#my opinion i really love the musical this one thing just bothers me

[huhwhuhs]

Urghhhhhhhgruuuuu.....flessssshhhhhh.....

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Today sucked, genuinely sucked, it wasn't a bad day all around, but it was just because my favorite set of ear buds decided to crap out on me last second so I had to go through the day in complete silence.

Which, in my personal opinion, is genuinely miserable.

The worst part was that they were actually pretty new, only two years old, and my last set gave me a good five. But one of the speakers just decided to blow out entirely and I'm not only going to listen to music in one ear for the rest of the time I have them.

But it doesn't matter now, shit happens and you just have to move on in life. I'm sure there's some inspiring quote out there about hurdles for this exact reason. So, I do as everyone does and go buy new earbuds with my already limited budget.

My job isn't the best, dead end at a packaging facility with a boss who thinks since I can actually do my work it's okay to pile more on me for free. Luckily, I have a bit of leftover spending money, so while I won't have anymore outings these next two months, I at least won't be entirely miserable during them.

Things are expensive now though, it's price tag after price tag, google search after google search, checking reviews and wondering how some of these got past the first testing trial with so many glitches.

But, eventually, right near the back of the rack, tucked awkwardly away because they probably don't bring in as much money as the others, is a plastic container with a little square black case inside.

It's shockingly cheap, there's not many reviews on them but none seem too bad, and they'll at least last me until I can save for some actual good ones, and maybe still have enough to catch dinner with my friends sometime.

I go to the counter, the cashier looks at me funny but I think it's because she never really sees anyone buying these, that or I'm more disheveled than I first thought. Then I pay and walk out.

Back home after a long drive, the radio louder than normal to make up for what I was lacking during the time I was standing awkwardly silent in that store. Unlock the door, step inside, kick my shoes off and watch them thunk against the shoe rack I never bother to actually use properly, and sit down to set everything up.

The case is pleasantly warm, I think they were pre-charged since the little light on the front for the battery shines yellow instead of red, most likely drained while it was sitting out on the rack. I grab the little manual, press down on the two little black earbuds while they're in the case to turn on pairing mode, and finally get them connected.

The manual, of course, says things about how you should take them out regularly, and how constant loud playing can "irritate" the speakers. A strange word for it but it's not something to pay much mind to.

Of course, I don't listen, because I love destroying my hearing one song at a time. They mold to my ears surprisingly comfortably, they're never cold out of the case, and they must run on solar power or something because every time I put them back in they're already charged. It almost feels uncomfortable to take them out now, like I'm taking some part of my ear with it.

Yeah, it's... almost ironic looking back on it now. Staring into the mirror as I take out my earbuds to shower and watch blood trickle out of my ear canal, freaking out and then seeing how pale and disgusting the inside of my ear has become, how its soft and sensitive and spongey with little porous holes in the flesh, everything is muffled and I can't tell if the swelling is blocking it, the blood, or if my ears are just infected and dead already.

I can only attribute it to one thing, and to i take those damned earbuds and throw them on the tile, watching the backs of them break off and start bleeding how it oozes onto the tile and stains it red how I can see bloody flesh underneath how I can see it pulse like it breathes and the little blood-stained hairs on the eartips like soft bristles that act like mosquitos how it mo v e s

[socgf]

love the musical but absolutely hate how they flanderized soda and dumbed him down for comedic relief. i love jason schmidt’s delivery, he has great comedic timing, but half of his time on stage is him acting like he can’t read. in the movie, when pony asks why he dropped out of school, soda says, “cause i’m dumb”, and he’s clearly upset and ashamed about it. book/movie curtis wouldn’t be making fun of pony for reading a book with 500 pages in it i don’t know. yes soda isn’t book smart and he can’t spell but that’s not the main point of his character i feel they made him into a himbo

[mumpsetc]

I, Like Every Brony in the Modern Day It Seems, Really Like Vylet Pony But IMO Her Work Lacks That Same Punch Shit Like Cats Millionaire or SGaP Had. It's Not That Its More Fandom Based, Plenty of SGaP and Cats Millie Was That Too But It Just Feels More Disconnected From the Characters AND Specific Fandom Interpretations, It's Too General to Really Hook Me the Same Way

[kiyo-cant-write]

hey! sorry if i'm bothering, but can I request Silver and a Cinderella-inspired Yuu? I just think it would be really cute and I couldn't get the thought out of my head at all! thanks in advance and have a good day!

silver w/ cinderella!reader ✧･ﾟ

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This is a cute idea!! I loved Disney's Cinderella as a kid (all three movies). I had an idea for this and I went with it, please let me know if I should make a secondary part to this or if you'd like another aspect of a "Cinderella" Yuu to be explored.

Because of a lack of preference expressed, the reader is gender-neutral in this post (my default mode of writing). I'm getting better at checking, though. Don't want another accidentally making a male Yuu they/them again (sobs).

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Summary: Silver meets someone from Royal Sword Academy at a joint school event that ultimately becomes a friend... or something more? Either way, Sebek won't shut up about it. (Silver with a Cinderella-inspired reader).

TW/CW: This is continued here.

Notes: pre to in a relationship, the reader is NOT Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, they/them pronouns for the reader

Guest Stars: Sebek Zigvolt

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Silver

Silver has no specific opinions when he first meets [Name]. His judgments are regarding threats to Malleus, not personal thoughts.

Over time, he begins to notice that [Name] is a nice person.

Not only that, but they are more genuine than the average NRC student. It's almost a bit uncanny in the beginning.

Silver does not approach [Name] first and will need to be pursued by them or (essentially) have a meet-cute with them.

Provided one of those things happens, Silver does not mind being the friend of this nice and soft-tempered person.

They do not seem to be a threat to Malleus, so he trusts them.

Silver admires [Name]'s ability in the kitchen and with housework as both tasks were struggles for Lilia when Silver was a child.

He may ask to help you in the kitchen to learn more about food.

His taste buds are a bit damaged from Lilia's cooking.

Despite this, he is eager to learn and make better food for his dorm and family alike. He will praise his teacher as well.

Silver is a bit dense when it comes to his own emotions.

Between falling asleep at bad times and lacking emotional experiences that would make him understand "romantic" endeavors, Silver only looks the part of a fairy tale prince.

He is more likely to enter a comfortable dynamic with his potential love interest than profess his undying love for them suddenly.

A confession from Silver comes after a long period of friendship followed by a longer period of ???-ship in which everyone thinks the two are dating except for them.

Silver later realizes that [Name]'s inner strength and gentle soul are what made him care for them as much as he does.

Looking down at the light-haired sophomore, [Name] wondered what he was dreaming about. How could someone fall asleep in this field when there was so much music from the joint-campus festival? It seemed a bit odd, even for a mage school. [Name] could only think of one student at RSA whose sleeping habits were even remotely similar.

"Pardon me... Are you okay?" they asked again, crouching down and leaning over to observe his expression.

He's really not waking up...

He was rather... princely. A beauty if there ever was one. Sleeping in this field with his hair gently tousled from however he'd ended up this way... His eyes were closed and his breathing slowed.

[Name] could think of a few classmates who might call him a prince.

As they watched him, debating on whether to call out to him again, they noticed the small bunch of animals that had appeared near the boy. There were two birds, a bluebird and a cardinal, as well as a small rabbit with white fur and red eyes.

How sweet...

What [Name] wasn't expecting was to lose their balance suddenly, falling without time to save anyone from the impact. It was in that instant that the boy woke up and swiftly, in one motion, pulled [Name] close to him to prevent them from crushing the animals that had been observing him.

However, that act of kindness left the two of them in a bit of a compromising position for two strangers to be in...

Footsteps were heard growing faster with every passing second.

[Name]'s face burned red at the closeness even if there was no lustful intentions behind the resulting position. It was for the animals, it wasn't toward them of all people! This boy didn't know them.

"SILVER!?? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" a voice asked quite loudly as he approached the two of them. "HOW DARE YOU, HUMAN!!!!"

Silver sighed.

He was human too. Wasn't he?

Truthfully, despite being raised by a fairy, Silver thought that Sebek needed to change his attitude even if just a tad. They did go to what amounted to a majority human school. Didn't they? It was inappropriate.

"Sebek, be quiet," Silver replied, hesitating to move lest he make the situation even more compromising, "Are you alright?"

The second part of his statement was toward the fallen [Name]. They blinked a few times before nodding, trying to get to their feet without injuring themself or "Silver" (as they had learned from the louder boy, "Sebek"). They did not succeed.

Where do you put your hands in this situation? They didn't want to make it worse. Lost in the moment, they could only nod to Silver.

This is definitely something to add to my journal...

"I'm fine, thank you for protecting the animals," [Name] told Silver.

A serious expression graced Silver's face.

"I wouldn't want them to get hurt, they're innocent."

This was Silver's personal sentiment as a knight and as the little boy who played in the woods for many formative years of his life.

"SILVER. DETACH YOURSELF FROM THAT HUMAN AT ONCE."

Sebek was... persistent.

Yes... Let's go with that word rather than the couple of insults that buzzed around Silver's mind at that moment. Sebek should, in an ideal world, know better than to be rude to a stranger, a guest at their school no less.

"Right," Silver replied, standing instantly before helping [Name] to their feet before stepping away from them.

It all happened so quickly that [Name] wasn't sure how he'd done it.

"I apologize for that," Silver told them, looking just a tad sheepish, "It was not behavior befitting a knight to my Master. I hope you will forgive me."

[Name] was at a loss for words once more. Master? Knight?

"It's okay," they assured, unsure what else to say.

But, really, it was fine. No harm done. If it was for the animals then it was well worth it. Silver hadn't had any perverse thoughts by it. It was a little awkward but all's well that ends well. That was their thought.

Silver nodded for the second or perhaps the third time in the interaction as he gave Sebek a look (this made Sebek's harsh anti-human glare lessen ever-so-slightly).

"Once again, I apologize to you..." Silver trailed off, "Ah, I don't believe I've even introduced..."

In the two seconds Silver paused, Sebek cut him off.

"This is Silver and I am Sebek Zigvolt. Guards to Malleus-sama, we are here to ensure his safety," Sebek explained as if reciting something that had been taught to him from a young age.

"That we are," Silver agreed, "And you are..?"

"[Full Name]," [Name] answered, "A pleasure to meet you."

"Of course," Silver spoke, shooting a look at Sebek who was still glaring daggers at [Name] from earlier, "We have to leave now, but maybe we'll cross paths again."

A smile graced [Name]'s lips as they nodded.

What an interesting pair.

Unknown to [Name], Silver would think back on their encounter that night. Perhaps that was a first for him. It would be something for his father to tease him about for the rest of eternity, he supposed.

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Imagine the rest yourself~

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[i-wanna-show-you-off]

hey anon I really don’t want this to come off rude because I’m not mad or anything but I think maybe you just enjoy popular ships

those are called rarepairs by the way

ship rant (revolved around II)

i don't understand how some people just. see characters together. i get balloon and suitcase, balloon and nickel, people that interact. but why trophy and tissues, trophy and cheesy, trophy and knife or any enemies like that??

i know this rant is useless i don't know how many people will read it but why do they ship enemies... i see some people as siblings, like mic and knife, or trophy and soap they're siblings in my eyes please help m

fantube and lightbrush my beloveds tho <3

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[pomefioredove]

okay after reading all the goth hc, I gotta ask. how do you think the guys would react (any of them but preferred Floyd and Idia ) to playing them goth music/show them a trad goth outfit/makeup look (suprise them maybe? For example: I hc Leona to just have the least slay music taste to mankind (beastmankind?) so you play him- idk let’s say Lebanon Hanover, and he’s like “wtf is this herbivore?” But then he kinda gets into it. no pressure to write for it btw!

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ANON I was literally thinking about making a post like this a few days before this ask... you have my heart. I'm doing a full post

summary: nrc boys and goth type of post: headcanons characters: nrc students additional info: platonic or romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, half-headcanons half-x reader author's note: I'm assuming that goth as a subculture and a music scene already exists in this world. this post is also mostly about the music scene

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Riddle is essentially a baby bat

he's like, two bad life choices away from going full victorian goth at any given moment

he flat out refuses to listen to anything "vulgar" but secretly adores the dark, poetic side to goth

he's also morbidly obsessed with death, being a sad victorian boy and the child of two doctors. it works

as much as I hate to say it, Ace starts out as the kind of guy to say he wants a "goth gf" on multiple occasions

he proudly announces it to everyone at an unbirthday party once and Riddle almost kills him for being annoying for interrupting

thinks the music is too sad

...but he mellows out eventually (your influence)

both Deuce and Trey are not particularly interested

(Deuce leaned into punk music as a preteen but has since "given it up" because it's too unruly for an aspiring honors student, in his opinion)

Cater inexplicably already knows a lot about goth

won't talk about it unless you bring it up first but if you play him something semi-popular

he'll be like "oh yeah I know that one"

he has a few songs on his playlist he listens to when he's alone

is a goth magnet himself. pulls many hot goths. no one knows how

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Jack is also not really into it. not his thing

however I can see him secretly being into emo

make of that what you will

and Ruggie will never pass you the aux again. he calls it "halloween music"

Leona acts thoroughly uninterested for a long time

like, he'll listen to the music you give him, but doesn't really say whether he likes it or not

says he doesn't care about the scene (thinks it's too pretentious)

and pretends to be annoyed when you give him more song recs

but he gets into it. he starts listening on his own

he has a definite preference for gothic rock

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Jade is already goth (to me at least)

and very eager to talk about his favorite bands

loves giving recommendations

apparently the coral sea has its own goth subgenres and bands, which sound... much different from land ones

Floyd will listen (has listened, thanks to his brother) but he doesn't particularly care

he much prefers the aesthetic, it reminds him of home

...being that he's from the deep sea, where it's dark and cold

the flowy, dark, elegant looks are just enchanting to him. he can't keep his eyes off it

Azul couldn't be bothered

he's willing to learn, but isn't a huge fan of the general... strangeness

(he doesn't really understand why anyone would want to be perceived as strange in the first place)

and the music is so unmelodic to him

"that was just a man moaning and a gate creaking for seven minutes" and then he bans you from his office

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Kalim literally listens to goth already

I don't know how to explain it but I know he does

it's so funny because he never ever dresses goth or acts stereotypically goth but every once in a while he'll be like "who wants to hear my new favorite song? :D" and it's like, alien sex fiend. and no one can say anything about it

Jamil is an appreciator

depending on what you show him, he could really get into the lyricism and general mood

...if only because he finds goth dancing absolutely mesmerizing

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Rook is goth

he only dresses the part sometimes, but he's always been very passionate about the poetic elements of the music

...really into french coldwave

in terms of fashion he leans romantic goth

it just makes sense to me. he could find beauty in absolutely anything, and the dark and macabre are no exception

will talk your ear off about his favorite bands if you give him the chance

Vil is really more into the style than the music

he's dabbled in a little bit of everything; trad goth, romantic goth, medieval goth. he pulls all of it off

honestly, if anything, the gothic style compliments his features and tastes more than anything

he has such a respect for the subculture and the dedication that goes into the visual elements

Epel doesn't get it. sorry 😔

he will listen to the music you recommend because he cares about you, but he just doesn't like it

he's in the same boat as Azul. "was that a slide whistle?"

absolutely baffled, but he likes you and it's a small price to pay for your happiness

(and he thinks the fashion is too androgynous for his tastes)

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I feel like Idia also used to think he wanted a goth until he saw the e-girl vs goth discourse, freaked out, then spent two weeks reading about different subcultures

...still wants a goth partner

but now he actually knows what that means

will listen to any music you give him out of respect (fear) and won't say anything about whatever weird taxidermy-related hobby you have

he's surrounded by death all the time anyway who cares

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you could get Silver to listen to the cure's entire discography and he'd come out of it really enjoying just like heaven and nothing else

it's just... not for him

(plus the slower songs put him to sleep)

Malleus somehow hasn't even heard of goth as a genre when you approach him

he is. a little disappointed it's not music about the architecture style

but he still warms up to it, especially as someone who enjoys finding the beauty in the dark and misunderstood

you can fix him. you can goth him.

Sebek joins only after everyone in Diasomnia gets in on it with you (he doesn't like being left out)

he loves it because silver doesn't and malleus does

peepaw Lilia is an old goth

he was around when the music scene started, and he also remembers the literature movement it was named after, and the popular architecture style that was named after, and...

...you get it

still, he's always pleased to learn about new bands and subgenres and styles and the like

could and will talk about it for hours and hours with you

he dresses the part, too

we love him

[666soulz]

rapper!connie first run in with fashionvlogger!reader was…interesting. you answered a question from a fan on twitter who asked if you could style one rapper who would it be? you replied saying, ‘connie springer, his music don’t match his style. he dressing like a regular hood nigga when he should be dressing like a bad bitch with a dark lair. pisses me off.’

eren snorted when he seen the tweet and sent it to connie. at first he was a little offended and was about to clean you right on up, but when he saw the comments agreeing??? he had to find out why your opinion mattered so much. so the the first thing he did was tap that instagram link. 550k followers. hmm. he seen that plenty of his celebrity mutuals followed you. 

                           hollowsoul

followed by thegirljt, gunna, liluzivert and others. 

when he tapped on your pinned photo he almost drooled at your beauty, your body, and the outfit you were wearing.  you indeed had that shit on to the T. connie caught himself scrolling through your feed as his anemic ass shook ice into his mouth. you sure did have a love for all black outfits. 

he taps on that message button and types in two words. ‘style me’ 

your phone lights up as you stir around the meat in the pan. you put your glass of wine down to pick up your phone. 

instagram 

new message 

you tap on the notification and it takes you to the dm. you didn’t really have a shocked reaction, but you were surprised that he even bothered to to dm you. connie was semi private. he has moments where he’s very active on social media then he becomes a ghost. 

‘sure long as your okay with me vlogging’

connie puts his cup of ice down beside his feet warning his dog, Choppo, to not touch before replying to you. 

‘i don’t mind. you free on friday?’

   ‘i am’

ight let’s meet at the outlet mall on Lafayette @ 1 then. you mind if me, my friends, and security come?

 okay sounds good and i don’t mind at all.  see you on friday x

trust me you were less boring in person. connie was lacking in first impression as he was late to you guys shopping date. 

you didn’t mind though, you were right in dior trying on sunglasses. “how these look y’all?” you ask your camera. “i don’t know they’re kinda cunt..” you say looking in the small mirror. you didn’t even notice connie and his crew walking in and walking towards you. 

“i like them.”

you look behind you, seeing connie and his friends. connie took you in while you were distracted and you were better in person. you were in an all black outfit, of course, and you looked fucking beautiful. 

“they’re cute right?” you smile looking up at the 6’1 FINE ass dominican man. one thing that  also irritated you about connie’s style is that it doesn’t emphasize his face. connie face card was something different. He had beautiful features, hazel eyes, low lids, some pretty plump lips, and he was pulling off a buzz cut like david beckham in the 2000’s. not many people can do that. 

“yeah, sorry I was late. had to drop my sister off to her dance practice.” connie says you wave him off, “oh I'm not worried about it. it gave me time to think of what stores i want to go to.” you say taking your glasses off. “hey it’s nice to meet y’all,” you said looking at the two men behind connie. eren and ony. they weren’t a group but they put out some collab albums. those albums were heat, and was always playing when you were working out or cleaning. 

“we’re starting here by the way. can’t go wrong with dior. do you have a favorite fashion brand or designer?” you ask connie as you walked over to the men’s section. 

“uhm nike?”

“nike..? you know what i’m just..i’m just going to pretend you didn’t say that.“ you say shaking your head in disappointment. ony was laughing to himself in the background cause he could hear it in your voice. 

“what’s wrong with nike?” connie smiles as you picked up a dior sweater. “well first off all nike is a sports brand i’m talking about a fashion brand like rick owens, true religion, moschino. 

“what’s a moschino?” connie scrunches his face and he was dead serious. 

“do you know who jeremy scott is? law roach?”

“are these random white people?”

you looked at connie like he was a little lost baby, pouting your glossy lips. “aw you are so cute.” you pinch his cheek. “this is my favorite part. teaching you the ins and out of fashion.” you smile pushing an outfit into his chest. “go try this on.”

connie found out that you were a bossy little thing. if he didn’t like something, “oh well too bad you’re getting it anyways.” ony and eren enjoyed seeing him get bossed around as he was usually the demanding one in the studio. you had fun telling connie stuff about fashion and how to put together a good outfit. 

connie left that outlet with a new wardrobe, friend, and crush. a very big crush that his friends noticed. the way connie blushed like some nerdy school boy every time you’d hype him up. you noticed as well and found it absolutely adorable. 

“do that lil pose that you do. period!” 

you enjoyed Connie's presence. He was a mix between laidback and hyper. like when he got comfortable around you, he got to cracking jokes. even joking you. picking up some ugly ass cowgirl boots and saying, “this looks like something you’d like.” and you’d just give him a little playful glare telling him to not play with you. 

you left Connie with a homework assignment. learn how to use pinterest and make a pinterest board. 

[ultred]

if you are worried about your grades, i got you.

i graduated recently with honors and got top grades even though i barely attended and was doing horribly my first year. (which could’ve heavily impacted my overall gpa)

how did i do it ?

⤷ well, it’s very simple.

1. stop putting your grades, school, university, etc. on a pedestal.

you need to acknowledge the fact that it’s not only possible to put people in your life on a pedestal, but also other things in life. treat your grades exactly like an sp. there is nothing higher than you. there is nothing out of your reach. put yourself on that damn pedestal and stop thinking that good grades are unachievable.

2. you’ve always been smart, you’re just aware of it now.

know your worth. know you’re smart. know you’re special. know that you get special treatment from your professors/teachers. and don’t just know it, claim that you’ve been born with it. you are not just smart, but beyond intelligent. know your worth and don’t underestimate yourself. you can be aware of any reality. any possibility. choose to be aware of the one that benefits you because even if you believe that you’re not smart in your current one, there is a reality in which you’re literally the top student.

3. stop being so bothered. it’s not the end of the world.

please do yourself a favor and stop being worried and bothered to the point you ruin your own mental health over something that honestly, doesn’t really matter that much. there are thousands of people who achieved their dreams without any education. millions of people who graduated with normal or below average grades yet achieved so much. your life and success do not depend on your grades. education is a system. a man-made one. and any man-made system is not above the law. so stop stressing. it’s not the end of the world. they’re just grades. they do not define your worth or success in life.

4. if people in your life are stressing you tf out:

remember that everyone is you pushed out. they’re just reflecting your own fears. they are YOU. so, why would you care about their opinion or expectations ? you only need to validate yourself. if they’re pressuring you to get good grades, know that they’re just mirroring you so their words are less effective. yk that it is within you so you’ll simply change that. be relaxed within, and that’ll reflect outwards.

5. before persisting to get good grades, persist to better your health.

you can manifest even if you’re in the depths of hell. however, there is nothing more precious or important than yourself. your well-being. always treat yourself with care. look at yourself from a third person perspective and feel empathetic towards yourself. nothing deserves your mental health to be wrecked. so, persist that you’re fine. that you’re okay. do some techniques. meditate. script. do breath work. eft tapping. whatever. you don’t even have to do techniques. listen to or watch something you love. eat or go to a place that brings you peace or joy. you can also go within and use your most powerful tool (imagination) and imagine scenarios that bring you peace and stability. maybe drink tea before doing so then play some soft music or a meditation.

6. you deserve princess treatment and to be favored everywhere you go.

yes, you do. just assume and persist in the fact that you stand out and your teachers/professors are always rooting for you. my self-concept was so high when it came to this that so many professors remarked my papers giving me the highest grades. (going from 11/20 to 17/20 for example, which was as same as the highest grade the other students got !) i even manifested my professors praising me in front of everyone and clearly favoring me in all aspects. they would treat me so well compared to others and always remarked my papers or gave me high grades even on my presentations. and i’d like to note that in school, i didn’t have the same experience. so it was a total shift for me. so, yes. it is 100% possible. everyone else’s experience with my professors was negative or neutral. so this proves it.

7. when you enter your exams, do your assignments, etc. live in the END.

i always did that. before entering any exam. starting any assignment. any presentation. any project. i’d just live in the end that i already got excellent grades and that i’m an A student and everyone around me reflected this as well calling me an “A student” just by continuously telling myself and affirming that i’m one ! i would imagine that i already received my reports and got straight As. so no matter what i did on any of these, i didn’t care. even when i did horribly or didn’t completely finish any of them, i’d tell myself, well, i already got an A. i’m not saying that i didn’t study at all but i didn’t really put that much effort into anything. remember, you can’t be stressed when it’s already yours. you already know the truth. you already know what will happen. you already know you succeeded and you’re an A student so why should you worry ? be it.

8. manifest other people helping you.

i’ve manifested so many notes and help from people around me. even in group projects, i loved being the leader but sometimes, i felt like i didn’t care that much so i just assumed that they’ll take care of it (mind you, most of the people i was assigned to be with where either the type to do nothing at all or were the type to be really strict), and they did. they put absolutely no pressure on me and did everything whenever i just assumed that they will and won’t bother me about it. you can also manifest people sending you their notes if you don’t have any or don’t want to write ones. always remind yourself that resources are everywhere and people around you would do anything to help you and make your life easier.

9. you graduated. you’re happy. it’s done.

tbh, this is what kept me going the most. i acknowledged the fact that i’m going to graduate 100% like obviously i won’t stay here forever. i just kept thinking about my graduation day and guess what, it came so fast. the years i’ve spent in uni, i don’t even remember them. whenever you’re stressed, just imagine yourself graduating and know that it’s inevitable. school and university are temporary. just ask anyone who has graduated, they’ll tell you the same.

these are currently a few points i had in mind. i hope they helped, even for a bit. feel free to ask me anything !

you’re an A student,

never forget that. <3 (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[katerinaaqu]

Hello! I just stumbled upon your blog when I joined The Odyssey community! If it isn't too much a bother to ask, what things, reccuring themes and characterizations do you feel are most important and iconic within The Odyssey?

I am asking this mostly because I really do like your rants and opinions, I find myself agreeing to a lot of what you say, which sorta surprises me because of your clear dislike of Epic, whereas I personally adore Epic: The Musical. (I stayed away from it for a while -I was wary of retellings, adaptions and what-not- until I finally got into it like, a month ago and since, I have been listening non-stop)

So, when I came onto your posts, I was immediately drawn towards your Epic based rants and your translations. Point for point, you hit all the parts I disliked about the musical, albeit, my dislike is obviously much milder, since I still love it. I also completely understoond your stance on source material over so-called retellings since I have felt and still do feel the same about other (unrelated to The Odyssey) medias and fandoms.

If you'd like to talk, I love to hear more of your thoughts! Tell me all of what you loved about The Odyssey. Refresh my knowledge and give me your insight! I'm getting back into reading it, since I read it only once before a long time ago. I have always been more of a casual enjoyer, but now I'm really trying to dip my toes in.

(You don't have to say anything about the musical either, I just really liked your rants on it and the corrections you made on the misinformation rampant in the fandom due to preconceived notions... Sorry, I talk a lot-)

Why hello and I am quite honored you discovered me hahahahaha oh my, my once again being known for my runts huh? Hahaha XD I can see why though! I am really honored you decided to ask me such intriguing question! Hahaha how dare you! You know I am a yapper about this book! Hehehe!

I would say one reoccurring theme in the Odyssey that I rarely ever see in adaptations is the theme of seeking of knowledge. I find it so disappointing how it is literally one of the main themes of the Odyssey and yet I rarely ever see it happening. It is literally at the first lyrics of the poem:

πολλῶν δ᾽ ἀνθρώπων ἴδεν ἄστεα καὶ νόον ἔγνω

He saw many cities of men and gained knowledge from them

(Translation by me)

Odysseus was not just experiencing his homecoming. It was a cognitive trip; a trip where he learnt things and he achieved things on his way.

He didn't stop at the cave of Cyclops because he had nothing else to do or no food to go by. It is clearly stated in the Odyssey that the island of the Cyclops was extremely fertile and had many wild goats and other animals they could hunt and feed on. Odysseus entered the cave because he wanted to meet the people that lived there. He ignored the signs that showed the residents were non-human because he wanted to give a chance to whoever lived in that cave to show that they were more than what met the eye.

He met the land of Aeolia next. His stay in that land for one month was share knowledge with Aeolus. He told them his story, they also told him their own experiences, thus Odysseus knows about how Aeolus arranged the marriage of his children and all

He sent scouts to the land of the Laestrigonians and their city, he was though more prudent this time and assured a safe passage even if his comrades didn't follow his prudent stance this is what costed them their lives but one ship.

He shared knowledge with Circe, not only on the part of his trip that he needed to move on but also gained knowledge from her. One example is the mention of a cunning knot he learnt from her which he used later in his adventures. Small details like that.

He gained knowledge from Tiresias not only on how to break his curse but also on what happened the years he was away from his home.

He had no reason to hear the sirens! The sirens is exactly the manifestation of his trip being of cognitive nature. He wanted to hear them. He NEEDED the knowledge they provided! Removing that concept from his trip in any shape or form shows to me someone who does not understand the Odyssey (I know it is harsh to say but I feel like there is one part of the Odyssey that is so iconic like the 12 axes challenge and that is the sirens passage)

Odysseus learns in every part of his trip and uses that knowledge to future adventures. But what I also fail to see is how CONSCIOUS this knowledge-gain is. Of course he learns things accidentally too but most part of it is knowledge he chooses to acquire for himself.

Another theme that I do not see much is theme of fate and destiny. Odysseus is not some idiot who doxxed himself as most people use the overused joke. In fact his trip is so thick of plot that one way or another something would have happened to cause this wandering.

Troy was destined to stand 10 years (from the Iliad),

Odysseus was destined to go home in 20 (hence he needed extra persuasion to go to the war).

Polyphemus was prophesized before that he would have been blinded by a man named Odysseus (he just didn't know who that Odysseus would be)

but we also know that Odysseus was destined to meet Circe (Circe mentions how Hermes had warned her for the prophesized man coming to her isle. She probably was unaware on the identity of the man or how that man would arrive at her doors)

Odysseus was also cursed by Polyphemus that he would either never return or return alone without his companions and find misery at his home

The true line between fate and destiny and human will is very thin in greek mythology. However we also see that Odysseus tries repeatedly to change fate even if it is inevitable (see my analysis here). It is this human part of his that is so relatable! Also the fact that oftentimes in the joke people forget that Odysseus experienced the absolute horror in the cave of Polyphemus for days. Exhaustion and anger took the best of him as well as of course his ego being inflated that he had managed to take down such a powerful opponent. And of course the reoccurring misunderstanding that Odysseus never cared for anyone else but as I have also analyzed there that is simply not true. It is even stated in the Odyssey:

πολλὰ δ᾽ ὅ γ᾽ ἐν πόντῳ πάθεν ἄλγεα ὃν κατὰ θυμόν, ἀρνύμενος ἥν τε ψυχὴν καὶ νόστον ἑταίρων.

He suffered many torments in his heart out at the sea, seeking to win his own life/soul and the return of his companions

(Translation by me)

The whole trip was always about Odysseus wishing to return them all safely home. Which is also part of his tragedy and shows why he went in so many lengths to save them etc.

I am honored that someone that likes this piece of media can still understand and even liking some of these opinions. I understand that for someone that genuinely like it might be a bit annoying or tiring but yeah I guess I love the original way too much! Hahaha! And okay I understand the songs are really catchy so it can be getting into someone's head easily but I am really delighted to hear you say that! And of course to be fair there are many things one can like about the musical for example the talent of the people related to it and their passion

However ironically that was the source of my dislike as well hehe I know it is paradoxical but when I see someone with obvious knowledge of the sources and passion for something, twist the original material to THAT degree...dunno I feel it even harder. I mean of course one does not expect it to be accurate but when I hear that and yet someone claim to adapt material I would expect of course these small details changing here and there for example adding dialogs with Poseidon (that is like a must in every adaptation minus the 1968 version I noticed...like Poseidon never interacted with Odysseus but that is something every adaptation adds!) or extra scenes with Hermes or whatever or even some of the details added. The problem is that the whole plot was twisted beyond repair, basic parts of the plot that made the plot unique and beloved were thrown out the window And BECAUSE I recognize the talent of the people involved AND seeing they had the chance as they did to make not only the Odyssey available to public but also influence more people to see it and they could do it by staying respectful to the material and yet they chose not to which increased as I said my disappointment. I was also very warm when I watched the first two sagas even if they were also inaccurate because they had exactly what I describe. So yes of course I absolutely understand why people would like it. Dang I absolutely do at least on the artistic department but the way as you brilliantly stated not only the plot but also the fandom of it has been at times it really got to me more than many things

So it is really a good change to see more people see this point of view too and I respect the fact that some people like it and yet do try to see the other view too. You are very kind for saying that!

Hahahaha dude you are asking a dangerous question! Hahahaha! I can talk about it forever! Hahaha Honestly what is there to me not to love about the Odyssey? For starters the fact that it is an ancient Greek poem, something linked to my country and my history and being loved in such a great degree and continue to inspire even almost 3000 years later, fills me with so much pride! Makes me inspired to do something similar! Like not caring if I will be a celebrity but someone see my work and admire it even if they do not know who I am...someone that can see this and continue to speak on it for generations to come... Of course many writers do the same as well like classical literature and all but for the specific one I feel so much pride!

The Odyssey arguably has everything! Romance, friendship and companionship, horror and peace, war and bloodshed and also tenderness of a family, drama and comedy, adventure and domestic life even daresay sci-fi details with the Phaeakes island that have literal robotic dogs created by Hephaestus for them. Odysseus is one of the most complicated personas in all literature history and earned that position in the hall of fame. Arguably even ancient Greeks and Romans could not handle the guy with so many different opinions that paint him from hero till villain. The same guy that held back from the battle till the proper moment and then abandoned his last escape to save Diomedes in the Iliad is now sailing to the seas. The same man that took Ismarus and slay the men and took women of it as his property and mentioning it as casually as he could was also crying his eyes out in guilt upon hearing a song about Troy and the way the city fell. The same guy that tenderly held his son and cried like a baby holding him and kissing him was also the same person that slaughtered 108 men in his palace and executed their allies in less than a day. The same guy who reigned the kingdom like a father; who embraced and kissed his slaves like equals, was also undoubtedly a strong leader and king who defended his authority with iron hand and he was ready to even slay his own brother-in-law when he defied him. The same man that held back from volunteering to face Hector in the Iliad and made sure he would be the last to be chosen, in the Odyssey he armed himself ready to face an immortal 6-headed monster all by himself. The man known for his mind and cunning and indirect ways is also known for being one of the greatest warriors known. Arguably even his age being one of the oldest kings in the Iliad and yet as Antilochus said he was also one of the fastest and more agile and one of the best in spear. The most pious and religious people to the gods, favored by one of the greatest goddesses of all, Athena, and loved by Zeus was also one of those who suffered a great deal from his hubris.

This man is the absolute perfection of contradictions in one body and the way he is portrayed by Homer especially in the Odyssey where he is the protagonist is a masterpiece of emotions. Arguably Odysseus is also one of the earliest male rape victims in literature for he was not just attempted to be raped and seduced but he had to literally sell his body once to Circe and then he was being forced by Calypso. A warrior that was absolutely powerless before the gods

The Odyssey is also a great allegory of the spread of Greeks to the Mediterranean sea before the official set of colonies and the way it provides us information on how they moved around. It is also an allegory on the dangers humans faced out in the sea, how they struggled and how the families left behind also struggled with the consequences. How the power of nature can bend someone but also how human with seer will can do incredible things Odysseus survived the impossible not because he had gods as parents or hardly any help from the gods itself with the exception of Leucothea in the last adventure and of course finally Athena to the final stage. Odysseus survived because of his seer will and his need to return home. Odysseus can be any one of us; a person who struggles every day; everything can hold us down and we might have no help or very little help from others but we must keep pushing through. The Odyssey also shows us the importance of companionship and family bonds, loyalty and trust. Odysseus didn't slay the suitors because he was a mary-sue all-powerful person. He had help from three loyal slaves (Euryclea, Eumaeus and Philoetius) and his son Telemachus. He didn't do it alone. He used the help of those who believed in him and quite frankly he faced a much less bad situation at his palace because of his wife's seer will and loyalty to not abandon the throne of Ithaca to anyone till he arrived.

The Odyssey is also about how there are many forms of strength. Penelope was not less strong than Odysseus because she didn't kill anyone with a sword. She was strong for keeping more than 100 men and several parts of the household that were betraying them with her seer will and mind. Telemachus was both a fighter and someone who tried to see the best in people and that saved his life (when he spared Theoklymenos at his return from his trip. Theoklymenos was a man who had committed murder. Telemachus chose to give him a chance and in return he received the prophecy of Theoklymenos that the suitors were planning an ambush) Odysseus also learnt forgiveness in one way when he was ready to start another bloodshed by the end of the Odyssey when the families of the suitors saught revenge but Athena stopped it, making sure both sides stopped the never-ending circle of violence. Nausicaa is an example of loving someone and yet you must respect their wishes and let them go. Telemachus is an example of self-discovery... The very realistic scenario of someone not recognizing the place they left for so long and people not recognizing you back. That you have to work yourself through the very same place you left behind! Even Telemachus as a character not even knowing what to believe anymore about the father he never met, not knowing whom to listen and whom not to etc. like a realistic scenario of absent veteran fathers who disappeared a long time ago...

Honestly...what ISN'T the Odyssey?! It is in my opinion one of the most complete pieces of literature that opens the way in many things! I am really happy you shall decide to look at it more attentively and I hope you shall enjoy it because honestly it's worth it.

(My friend I do not mind at all speaking about it. I am just not a fan so I am just asking the understanding of anyone that I am not gonna be very positive about what I mention and say. However I shall try not to be hater with no reason or logic, that I can promise to try)

[fashionteahouse]

Detonate - paul lahote x reader

You were happy. You were always a joyful person, but you felt complete with your boyfriend, Jared Cameron. You had a crush on him since forever and you were pleased to find out he liked you too.

He asked you out over lunch at a diner you liked to eat at and presented you with a “Will You Be My Girlfriend” dessert plate, with the help of the waiter.

You spent a lot of time together to the point where you began to build bonds with his little siblings. They looked up to you in a way and were happy about how sometimes you gave them advice or take time out to spend time with them.

Jared loved showing you off. His friends already gotten the idea of if Jared was coming, you were coming too. They didn’t mind, they were immune to how crazy you two were over each other.

Jared was particularly happier than usual this day, if that was possible, because his childhood friend, Paul, was moving back to Washington. He was living with his mom but after getting kicked out of public school, being sent to alternative school, and being kicked out of that, she figured living with his dad would help straighten him up.

Jared’s phone rings while you two sit on the couch in his parent’s lounging room. He gets up to answer so he doesn’t disturb you from watching your favorite show, which he agreed to watch with you.

He comes back in beaming announcing, “You know Paul’s over his dad’s house now. Are you coming?”

“Is it okay if I stay here? I don’t want to intrude.” You say to him. You were respectful or giving him some space, you wanted him to catch up with his childhood friend without being too much up under him.

“Are you sure? You know it won’t be a bother.”

“Yeah. I’ll meet him whenever things get settled better.” You promised.

He was reluctant to leave you there but your demeanor let him know that you were okay.

That following Saturday, Jared’s parents were going out of town. His siblings were over their grandparent’s house. He decided to throw a get together. Or a welcome back party for Paul.

You arrive with your best friend Leah and she brings her boyfriend of 2 years, Sam Uley. You liked Sam for Leah and you didn’t pay attention to the public’s opinion about him. They stereotyped him as a sketchy guy but they just didn’t know him. He always had piles of responsibility since a young age, so he was mature. Leah helped him by being his peace and he loved her for that.

It definitely wasn’t a small get together. You would’ve thought it was a new year’s party if it weren’t for it being spring time.

You couldn’t find Jared, so you decided to dance around Leah and Sam. They were too busy following each other’s moves. You didn’t mind, you just felt the vibrations of the musical waves and let yourself have fun.

You saw some familiar faces, chatted with them, and followed them into a smaller room where they were sitting, talking and smoking some tree. You didn’t do it often, just occasionally. You felt comfortable since you knew them, but you just didn’t know the one guy.

Grey clouds were evident in the smaller room and you guys were hotboxed in with the door closed.

“Okay. Shag, marry, kill.” a guy you knew from your own childhood said.

You roll your eyes and groan knowing this guy loves this game.

“Lay it on me.” You say.

“Aladdin, Batman….hmm…oh! Harry Potter.”

The guy that you didn’t know starts cackling loud. “Weird ass choice.” he says.

“This is why I can’t stand him. Okay…kill Batman, shag Aladdin, and marry Harry Potter.” you decided.

“Really? You would kill Batman? He’s a billionaire.” The guy who started the game said.

“Okay but he would stress me out. All of those gadgets in his house and I know Harry’s pretty cool. He can do magic.” you say and cough a little bit.

“Okay but fucking Aladdin is crazyyy.” The guy you didn’t know pipes up.

“Fine! What’s your pick?” you challenged.

“They’re all not my type so I’ll pass.” he replies.

“What is your type?” you inquire, you didn’t want to sound flirty but you were soft spoken because he had such a bold personality. It took the room like it was his.

“Definitely not Aladdin.” he teases and gives you a panty dropping smile. You swallow because your boyfriend is in the same house. You want to stay respectful.

You shift your eyes and tell the girl to your left that ran in the same circle of you and Leah, that it’s her turn.

She chooses to marry Batman of course, kill Aladdin and shag Harry Potter.

After some more teasing, you get up to use a bathroom and get some water for your cottonmouth. You see Jared and run and hug him.

“Hi babe,” he laughs then pauses and whispers, “You’re high?” You nod and shrug.

“You should’ve got me. I would’ve joined!” he says to you.

“I was trying to find you when I came.” you tell him.

Just as he opened his mouth to reply, he looks over you and gets into a bigger smile and steers you along with him.

“I get to introduce you now! Paul, this is Y/N, my girlfriend I was telling you about.” he says and you realize the boy who matched your red eyes and teased you about the game, was in fact Paul.

You’re a bit caught off guard, but decide to shake it off since you’re sure that Paul must’ve didn’t know you were Jared’s girlfriend.

You politely smile, “It’s nice to match the name with the face.”

“Likewise.” he says and doesn’t dare to break the eye contact, as if he’s determined to win a staring contest.

“Come on. You want to dance.” Jared asks you, oblivious to the fact that Paul was close to eye fucking you. You nod with the quickness.

After your high was starting to come down, people started to file out, and the music was lower than when you came in, Jared was ready to wrap up the party. He was thankful that nothing was broken.

”You want me to help you clean up? It’s not a big deal.” You tell Jared.

“No it’s okay, just go ahead. I got it.” he tries to tell you, but you didn’t feel right leaving him to clean up a full house. There were people already helping so it felt only right.

You took two big trash bags to his garage’s garbage can. You spot the mini fridge down there and grab a water bottle.

“You mind handing me one.” a voice asks.

You slightly jump, startled, and drop your bottle out of your hands.

Paul picks it up and hands it back to you. “I’m not that scary damn.”

“I’m sorry it’s just I thought I was down here alone.” you say.

You had him a bottle and he makes sure to make contact with your hand and you pull your hand back and use it to open your drink to take a couple of sips.

“How long have you and Jared been together?” he asks.

“It will be a year this November.” you tell him, slightly smiling. He nods taking in the information and then looks at the label of his drink as if he’s researching something.

“Had to break up with mine before coming here.” he confesses.

“Oh really? Sorry to hear that.” you tell him.

“Yeah.”

“Have you guys considered like…long distance?” you offer.

“Well…I don’t believe in those. I share my love through touch.”

You nod and slowly make your way to the stair case that leads upstairs that leads to civilization.

The house is almost cleaned and you forgot that Leah and Sam were your ride back home. Jared’s parents took their car.

“Damn.” you whisper to your self.

“What?” Paul asks, you didn’t even know he followed you upstairs.

“Oh nothing, I have to call someone to pick me up.” you say softly.

“Paul can drive you home.” Jared says and looks at his friend.

“No! It’s no bother. I’ll just tell Leah or Sam to just come and get me.” you say to your boyfriend, but he just shakes his head and says, “You know damn well they left to get their freak on.”

“It’s alright. I’ll take you home.” Paul ends the conversation with that sentence and his car keys are now in his hand.

With Paul’s back turned, opening up the door to start his car, you give your boyfriend an affectionate smooch and promises to text or call him when you get home.

It was quiet in the car for a bit while Paul was driving. You kinda wish you were still high so the silence wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. Once at a red light, he leans back a bit and looks at you.

“Are you a native to here?” he asked.

You nod your head yes and make a mhm sound.

“I don’t remember too much about being here when I was a kid. Just bits and pieces.”

“Did you like where you lived before moving back?” you ask.

He thinks for a minute before answering, “I mean..it was cool but hopefully it’s not boring here.”

“There’s plenty fun stuff to do here. Well.. at least for me. Everybody’s interests are different.” you tell him.

“Maybe you could show me around. Get me used to being back here.”

“Maybe.” and that’s all you said.

The ride was over and you thanked him for the ride.

“You’re welcome.”

He even waited for you to get into your house before deciding to pull off.

You did let Jared know that you made it back safe and after conversing, you knew that he couldn’t hang with you tomorrow because of work.

So, the next day, you decided to walk to your favorite hang out spot. Headphones in and all. No one knows about it, not even Jared, fearful of it being over saturated.

As you were walking, a familiar car comes into view. You pay it no mind at first but they honk to get your attention.

“Where you going?” You see that it’s Paul asking this as he leaned over with the window down and one hand is on the steering wheel.

“Just going for a walk.” you tell him.

“I can give you a ride.”

Damn. You didn’t want people to find out about your sanctuary. It was the only place you could be free in without worrying about people intruding.

“I’m good! Really.” You say and continue walking.

He doesn’t listen but just instead put the car into cruise mode and won’t give up until you huff and look at him.

“Are you seriously going to follow me the whole way?” You ask.

“I’m just trying to be a gentlemen. I’ll drop you off and leave you alone. How about that?” He tries to compromise.

You hesitate to get in the car and shut the car door. His car was clean and since it was daylight, you had a better look at it. The car’s aroma smelled so good and like him. You shake your head to forego unwanted thoughts. You had a boyfriend who you loved for christ’s sake. You’ll never forget this smell because it’s so unique and it fits him.

You tell him directions and he’s makes his way to the destination. It ends when a woodsy sight makes its way to the forefront.

“Here’s good. Thanks!” You say and fling the door open.

With furrowed eyebrows he looks at the sight before him, “It’s a dead end. There’s nothing but trees here.”

You just don’t say anything because you know beyond those trees, there is a sanctuary that’s waiting for you. You make your way to the through the woods and you don’t notice Paul turning off his car to follow you. He’s a stubborn person and he was nosey, he had to see where you were trying to go.

You notice louder footsteps and whip around to find him taking in the scene.

“Dude, you followed me?” you say in disbelief.

He shrugs and just stares at you, daring you to tell him to leave. It’s not like he was going to listen.

You make your way through the small trail and lo and behold, the swimming hole was right there before you two’s eyes. The blue water was glistening and almost glittering. That’s why you were so protective of this spot, the water was so clear.

“Wow.” you hear him say behind you and you look around to see him with a twinkle in his eye.

“So what do you do here.” He asked curiously.

You shrug, “Swim, read…sometimes just sit on the rocks and listen to music. It honestly depends.”

“Let’s go for a swim.” He suggests.

“Don’t tell anyone about this spot. I’ll hate you forever.” You warn while he’s taking off his shirt.

“You have my word.” He says like he’s taking an oath. He pulls his jeans down and he had basketball shorts on.

You take off your cardigan, which reveals your bikini top and peel off your jean shorts that reveals your bikini bottoms. You chuck off your socks and sandals and leap in with him in the water.

Cold and refreshing is an understatement. It feels like heaven. You feel oddly euphoric, maybe because you have company with you.

Paul comes up for air and shakes water off hair to get it out of his face. “I definitely see why you gatekeep this place.”

“Uh huh.” you say seriously.

“It’ll be our little secret.” He purrs and shines you a mischievous smile.

You look at him for a bit but dunk your head underwater. You swim and swim and come back up for air once you’ve made some distance.

You see him not in the water anymore but he’s sitting on a rock, lighting up a joint.

After he takes two hits he extends it so you can join in. You shake your head but he extends it again in a “come on” motion.

You swim over, sit next to him and one puff and you’re coughing. He’s laughing at you, “I don’t do that weak shit.”

It was good. The high felt better than the high you felt at the party, you felt looser and more confident in a way. You two cracking jokes and swimming around until you two feel drops of rain interrupted the splashing session. You swear in another life Paul was a water bender the way he wouldn’t give you a break.

“Shit! Come on.” you say and make your way to shore and hurriedly put your things back on. Paul doesn’t care to put his shirt back on and just throws his discarded shirt and jeans in the backseat.

By the time you two made it in the car, it’s pouring down raining. Paul turns on the windshield wipers as fast as they can go. He makes his way back to normal road. You two glance at each other and giggle like little children.

“That was..”

“Crazy?” you finish for him.

He nods. After some time, you notice him going in a different direction.

“Actually you were supposed to keep going straight.” you tell him.

“I’m just letting you dry off at my place.”

“Someone’s scared of thunderstorms.” You tease.

“Ha, ha.” he dryly says.

His father wasn’t home. The air was cool and you two were just hanging out watching trash reality tv, not caring about the plot, but making fun of the people on there.

You go to crack one more joke but look at him this time, you see his eyes weren’t on the screen, they were on you. It was like he had a mission in his eyes.

“What?” You start to ask and when he didn’t say anything you touch a spot on your face and look down at your hand, wondering if there was something on your face.

He still doesn’t say anything but lifts your face up with his finger and leans in. You’re too stunned to move because you don’t know what he’s gonna do but in the back of your mind you have a feeling.

The kiss was so different than Jared’s. Jared was gentle and almost careful. The way Paul kissed you was like you were already his woman. He kissed you like he worshipped you and your soul. It left you breathless and feeling tingly. He let go of your bottom lip with a soft pop and you looked at him face, completely in awe.

Then reality hits you. You just cheated on your boyfriend.

You quiver your bottom lip and put your face into your hands, too ashamed to look at him.

A sniffle makes Paul put his hand on your back and asks you if you’re okay. You just shake your head.

“Was I that bad?” he says. You had to hold in your laughter because it was far from bad. It was so good, you almost wanted to hop on him.

You reveal your flushed, emotional face and quiver out, “I’m the worst girlfriend ever. I have to go.”

You turn to leave out but he grabs your arm.

“Hey, it’s still raining out. At least-“

But you don’t care. You yank your arm out and you don’t care that he’s calling your name. Right now you hated Paul’s guts. You don’t care that you had to walk 30 minutes in the rain from his house to yours.

Your clothes are completely soaked and you peel them off and shower. You know you’ll be sick as a dog the next day.

Jared called you an hour ago. You start to tear up all over again and decide to sleep off your misery. You hated yourself for kissing him back and enjoying it.

The next day, you wake up, your throat is a bit scratchy but not too bad. A cough drop will do the trick. You see a text from Jared.

Jared: “I tried calling you yesterday day but you were probably sleep. When you get this call me.”

Your heart is pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears. You nervously press on his contact and he answers after two rings.

“Hello?” he says.

“Hey.” You reply.

“I’m coming to pick you up. Be ready.”

“I don’t think-“ you start to say but he wasn’t having it.

“Come on! I miss you. We couldn’t hang yesterday.

You finally agree and he’s so happy to see you. The only thing that keeps replaying in your mind is what happened the previous day. When he greeted you with a kiss, it felt nothing like it did with someone else.

You two are lounging about in his bedroom when you finally get the balls to want to make things right.

“Jared.” You start.

“Yeah?” he says.

As soon as you open your mouth, a doorbell rings faintly.

“Hang on. Hold that thought, I’ll be right back.”

You sigh to yourself in defeat.

You hear happy chatter going about and realize the person who was outside of the door made their way inside of the house.

The person you did not want to see enters Jared’s bedroom behind him and you felt like your heart dropped.

Jared sits back in his spot on the bed with you while Paul flops in Jared’s gaming chair.

“What were you gonna tell me?” Jared says and looking at you.

“Uh..I forgot.” you say dismissively.

You catch Paul looking at you with a knowing look on his face. It kind of pisses you off.

Jared moves from his spot and puts a game disc in and two controllers now occupy both of their hands.

“I think i’m gonna head out.” You say.

“What? You just got here.” Jared says.

“Bet you can’t beat me.” Paul says. The game is on the try again or pick another character display and Jared snickers and offers you his controller.

Not trying to make anything more weirder than they are, you decide to just give it a shot.

You win, leaving Jared boasting and teasing Paul. Paul just passing it off as beginners luck.

You let them two play and eventually Paul wants to go home. Jared goes to the bathroom.

“I’ll drive you home.” Paul offers.

“I’m good.” you say too eagerly.

“We need to talk.”

“Talking’s the last thing we should do.” You say.

“After this talk, I’ll leave you alone.”

Jared comes back in and Paul volunteers to take you back home and Jared has no problem with it. Kissing you goodbye, you and Paul made your way into his vehicle.

Once he leaves Jared’s block, he begins to talk.

“Look I’m sorry for what I did. It was pretty shitty….The last thing I want to do is break you two up. So what I’ll do is, I’ll tell him I kissed you and you pushed me away and that away he won’t be mad at you.”

“No,” you shake your head, “I can tell him what really happened. You don’t have to cover for me….Why did you do it?”

Silence happens for a beat and you almost regret asking him.

“I just…i don’t know…I like you…and it just happened. You didn’t even like it and I just feel more horrible.”

Was he joking? Did he actually believe he was..bad?

“I liked it.” you whisper but recover yourself, “But I’m devoted to Jared.”

He accepts this.

“Can we be friends?” He offers.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“If you’re going to be around him, I’ll be around. I don’t want any animosity between us.”

You think silently for a long moment.

“We can be…friends…I guess.” you decide and almost missed his grin.

He drops you off and you feel like you’re in a daze. You wanted to kiss him again. You almost wished he kissed you again. But, you know the consequences.

The following day, you wake up to Paul messaging you on a social media site. You two chat and it’s friendly like he promised.

A couple texts turned into full back and forths. Months passed and he doesn’t pursue you again. He even brought a girl to the double date with you and Jared. You felt yourself get jealous. You felt silly for feeling that way.

But your jealously is pushed to side when Paul starts to make comments through texts, making you giggle.

Things were starting to die down with Jared and he begins to notice.

You two sat on a log at the beach with cool wind blowing you two’s way.

“I don’t think it’s working it out.” Jared says to you.

You did feel sad. He was your first boyfriend.

“Is there a way we could..maybe work it out?” you ask him. You did care.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to force something that’s not there for us you know? I’d rather be honest about it than bottle it in and be an asshole to you, you know?”

You nod and you two just sit there, looking into the sunset, still holding hands.

Later that night, Paul texts you again.

He shares a picture of a movie he wants to go see that just came out in theaters. He asks you.

You: I’m not sure. Me and Jared just broke up :/“

Paul: Shit i’m sorry to hear that.

He sends another one.

Paul: Was it because of me?

You: Nah it was mutual

He doesn’t reply after that.

You wake up the next morning to him text you.

Paul: what’s your number? I hate texting on here.

You give it to him automatically before realizing what you were doing.

You two text nonstop until you finally agree to go to the movies with him. He picks you up and buys you both tickets. To compensate him, you buy whatever snack he wants of his choice.

After the movie, you two slowly walk back to the front, joking around and talking about the movie.

After he pulls up to your house, turns to you.

“I really meant it when I said I like you.”

You don’t know what to say to that.

“Can I kiss you again? It’s like you’re addicting.”

You glance at him and blindly nod your head as if you were in a trance.

He makes his move. Leaning in, leaving you breathless again. This time you both are holding each other and there’s no regret.

“You were never a bad kisser.” You say after you two catch your breath.

He smiles a confident smile and says to you, “I know.”

[arseholism]

[ Wow, you're seriously going to attempt reading about me?? Alright then, before we begin this long and tiresome charade, let's go over the basic information you NEED to know and understand.. ] [ NO! i do not want to subscribe to your OF] [ I don't "want" you. I don't "need" you. I don't want to "come see you". ] [ Please for the love of whatever you love most, do not bother telling me this post offended you]

[ Aw you look beautiful when you’re smiling! Love those shoes too ;) ]

[ Alright, get comfortable my darling ] [ I love people, i just don't find many interesting. So technically, the law of averages works against you.] [ You might be awesome.. please, feel welcome to change my mind ] [ Okay, Lets go. ] [ My name is Arias ]

[ You pronounced that wrong! ] [ I like coffee ] [ I like people. I wouldn't be able to live without people.] [ I love talking ] [ You don't know me ] [ You probably wouldn't understand me even if you did ] [ I'm From London ] [ I also live in Los Angeles, Sydney and New york ] [ Because i can ] [ I travel a lot ] [ I'm 6'3 ] [ I like short girls ] [ Not midgets. Short girls ] [ My dad's white, my mum's spanish .. Incase you wondered ]

[ I love American accents! They’re so fucking cute!! ]

[ I'm English ] [ Yes i have an accent, it's london with a hint of sydney] [ I like it.. ] [ No you probably will never hear it ] [ I've played Piano, Guitar and Violin since i was 4 ] [ I write lyrics and music when i'm bored ] [ No i will not write you a song ] [ Yes i can sing ] [ No i will not sing for you ] [ I love to cook ]

[ No i will not cook for you ] [ I'm blunt so i can be an arsehole ] [ I'm quite nice in general ] [ I'm passive, i really don't give a fuck ] [ Unless i care.. then I absolutely give a fuck ] [ I won't suck up just so you like me ] [ I do what I want ] [ I do not like cameras, in case you’re wondering why my page isn’t littered with selfies ] [ No i will not be your trick monkey ] [ or your human puppet ] [ enough. ] [ Make me smile, make me laugh, i'll get addicted to you ] [ I'm a cuddle whore ] [ I'm attracted to pretty faces and beautiful smiles ] [ I'm a dreamer ] [ I love to plan dreamy dates and sensational moments] [ I have sleep issues. I like my issues ] [ I love to read ] [ I think you're spiffy because you're still reading this ] [ I'm bored right now, so i may NEVER stop. ] [ I LOVE to cook. I even bake my own bread haha ] [ If you tak lyke dis, dun fuhkin tak 2 me mkay? ] [ Right. got that off my chest ] [ I swim, i run, i eat unhealthy, my body is so confused, but it's pretty to look at? ] [ I love music, i have way too much music for one guy ] [ I love kids, i have 3 god children and they rock my world ] [ I'm opinionated and judgemental, however, i will listen to your opinion and i will listen to your side of the story] [ I'm hopelessly romantic ] [ I'm very very very picky ] [ No. I'm not looking for anything or anyone ] [ Romance.. is so misunderstood ] [ I'm broken ] [ No. You can't fix me ] [ Wow. I didn't stop. You didn't stop. We're still here and we're meant to be *gushes* haha ] [ I'll probably adopt. ] [ I'm always bored ] [ I like conversation ] [ I love to read ] [ I don't like pictures, i figure that if there is something beautiful enough, it'll burn into my memory ] [ I however, do not want you to hit on me ] [ I can be very perverted ] [ No, this does not imply i want to talk dirty ] [ Or.. that i want you to talk dirty ] [ Please try not to be too creepy.. PRETTY PLEASE? ] [ I'm also very moralistic ] [ I love my imagnation ] [ I have a major oral fetish ] [ Do we have things in common? ] [ No, You could probably never be my dream girl ] [ I have never had a one night stand ] [ Yes, i'm very picky and fucking frustrating ] [ Are you Captain Entertainment? Sent to rescue me from the trescherous depths of boredom? ] [ Didn't think so.. ] [ I love cookies, they make me happy ] [ I love cold miserable rainy weather ] [ I'm cheeky ] [ I'm complicated ]

[ I'm curious ]

[ Did the brackets annoy you? ]

[ Stupid word count ]

[ Go on.. Judge me! ]

[ Message me if you still want more ]

[salubriousbean]

So I watched Skeleton Crew

AND I LOVE IT

LIKE

PIRATES

It's so much cooler than I thought it would be. I love the main four and there's so much to find and figure out especially with Jod.

And of course the music slaps. More spoilery things under cut (for all 6 current released episodes)

Ok first off I love KB, she's my favorite. (She's autism coded ngl)

Also KB lore drop in episode 6??? Like girl what was the accident?

ALSO WHAT THERES ONLY TWO MORE EPISODES IN S1???

Ngl it kinda bothered me how they didn't pronounce the T's in At Attin.

Ah yes. Jod, Silvo, who is this guy?? (Also i know they mention Silvo in the first ep but I can't for the life of me remember what that bit was about.)

HE SAID THE QUI-GON QUOTE your focus determines your reality LIKE WHAT

Also they've used "kriffing" twice now and that makes me really happy. It is part of my daily vocabulary and I even heard one of my best friends say it and j was like what (i think all she knows is that it's a star wars cuss word) ANYWAYS

I need Jod backstory like now. He's a Force user, and he knew the Qui-Gon quote, and he has a lightsaber, but how did he get to where he is in the show I NEED ANSWERS

Speaking of backstories I also need full KB backstory. I love how she has two moms. Also what the kriff happened to Wim's mom? It seems like with such a perfect (too perfect) society she'd still be alive, especially since it seems KB had a terrible accident yet she was saved by technology. So what about Wim's mom?

And I also love how determined the parents are to break the rules for their kids, it's adorable. Also who the kriff is the Supervisor. Watch it be like the Red- something pirate dude (I'm kidding)

Speaking of the pirate dude (cannot remember his name rn) how long ago was that ship crashed? Cuz like Jod knows about him, but there was also a whole lot of growth over the ship? Granted Jod could have just heard and read about him not actually seen him. Idk.

Yas Neel you preach peace to the whoever clan they are, with Hayna or whatever her name was (why can't I remember). He's so precious.

Wim's name is so silly I love it. He's a silly little guy i love him.

Fern is such a character oh my gosh. At first I didn't like her but with the character development I'm liking her more and more.

Also (last point) At Attin is way sus. Too perfect. Actually all the At planets are sus (once again I need backstory). Also the beginning episodes didn't really feel like Star Wars, especially the like suburbia bits and stuff.

Anyways yea i think Skeleton Crew's really cool, better than I was expecting. I really like the piratey music, though they do lean a little too hard into the aesthetic to feel completely like Star Wars, in my opinion. However it's unique, so.

[lottsoflanguages]

Not my usual post but I felt I needed to put this out there + it does relate to how Irish institutions refuse to promote our culture.

I don't know if anyone reading this was watching Eurosong tonight. It's the selection of Ireland's Eurovision entry. During it, after a folk and traditional inspired song, the panel basically lambasted it. The consensus was that because Ireland did poorly at Eurovision 2007 (18 years ago btw) with a culturally Irish song that Europe does not like Ireland or its culture and that we shouldn't send a culturally Irish song to Eurovision because we need to modernise (what they actually mean is pander) to their idea of modern European standards. These comments made me quite furious and devastated (clearly evident by the fact I'm posting this). RTE has always come across to me not actually caring about our language or culture when it comes to promoting it to a younger audience. They don't seem to realise that branding Gaeilge and its culture as "an old persons thing" is going to cause detrimental damage to our already endangered heritage, since young people should be the ones you focus on, they're the ones who would be able to bring it down to future generations. Now, back to Eurosong, the way those comments were delivered gave me a sense that we shouldn't even bother sending something remotely Irish to Eurovision. Our culture is clearly embarrassing and something we should be ashamed of because of one bad result 18 years ago and as a result we should hide our heritage and erase it, there can and will not be anything identifyably Irish. It goes without saying that this is a disgusting approach to a dying culture. We hate to admit it, but Gaeilge is dying and we can't even blame the Brits anymore for this. It is the Irish institutions, our government, our broadcaster, everything around us is doing nothing to preserve our heritage. Oh but don't worry guys because that road sign's in Irish so its fine. And don't worry RTE love trad just look at Samantha Mumba doing a lil jig (all that was /sarc btw). It really struck home especially when; 1. the identifiably Irish song finished last in the televote and 2. The Norwegian song that has nothing to do with Ireland (the artist only came to Ireland for the first time last week) won the whole thing and will represent us in Basel. Now, I'll clarify some things. I have all but respect for Emmy herself. She seems absolutely lovely and I will fully support her as our nation's representative. I also generally don't have an issue with artists from other countries representing their non-native lands (see: Celine Dion). My issue stems from the fact that this song was so clearly (at least in my opinion) originally written with the Norwegian national selection in mind. Norway must've rejected it and Emmy's team just went "hey ireland has their selection still open for applicants let's fob it onto them" (that happens much more than you think it does at Eurovision) That's just my theory. So, what RTE have decided to do is mock and put down anything that remotely feels too-Irish in favour of one of Norway's scraps. They would rather pretend to be Norway than appear too-Irish. Cultural folk inspired entries do well at Eurovision, Kalush Orchestra won the whole thing nearly 3 years ago with a folk-hip hop fusion, it got the highest televote ever seen in eurovision (and no, that was not all war pity votes, people do actually like this stuff).

RTE and other Irish institutions are curating this idea that Irish culture and language is something to be ashamed of, something thats cringe or something thats a novelty. It is particular BS in the context of Eurosong and the whole "we can't do good with something cultural" as Ireland's biggest music acts at the moment are those who embrace their heritage within their music (e.g. Hozier, Kneecap, Fontaines DC) and if Irish culture does end up making a comeback, it'll be because of these guys, not our institutions. We've been a (mostly) independent nation for over 100 years, yet Irish still declines. We can't blame the Brits anymore for this lads. In however many years time when Irish culture is nothing more than a distant memory, we'll look back and know exactly who to blame

Apologies if this is all completely incoherent, it's 1am, i'm on a sleeping tablet but autism brain is going. anyways, oíche mhaith a chairde <3

[mingtinys]

A Thorn in the Side

pairing : joshua hong x gn!reader

light angst , fluff , humor

warnings : language , jealous joshy

word count : 1.0 k

requested? no

a/n : can't tell if i like this one or not yet , but i really wanted to get something seventeen related put out !!

Joshua has never liked to think of himself as a jealous person.

In fact, in his own humble opinion, Joshua finds he's secure enough to not let most things bother him.

Some guy wants to buy you a drink at the bar? You're very attractive, it's bound to happen. His members compliment how you look that day? Good, they should, you look amazing. Your coworker is leaving secret love notes on your desk? That's fine, you'll still be clocking out and coming home to Joshua at the end of the day.

For all the attention you receive in a day, it's only ever Joshua who has the privilege of receiving yours. So no, he really doesn't have much need to worry over trivial things.

That being said, every so often, he gets a teeny, little, thorn in his side. The thorn in question being no other than Kim Mingyu and his abnormally large muscles. More specifically, Kim Mingyu's abnormally large muscles in regards to how uncomfortably close they are to you.

You were supposed to be bringing Joshua his gym bag he left at home. Something that would have taken less than a minute to do. Unfortunately, Joshua forgot to take into account the other twelve boys who accompanied him to the gym and had a knack for making his life a living Hell. 

Mingyu stopped you the moment you walked in the door. Engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug and radiating a puppy-like joy he always seems to have when greeting you. But that's not even what did Joshua in. Not by a long shot.

It wasn't until you started giggling about how gross and sweaty he was that Joshua felt something indignant crawl under his skin. Your palms flat against his chest as you tried to push away while Mingyu only held you tighter. Also, why on God's green earth does he feel the need to be shirtless right now!?

And judging from the smug glances Mingyu keeps shooting his way, the boy knows exactly what he's doing. Joshua Hong is a patient man. But the urge to throttle Mingyu is incredibly tempting at the moment.

He doesn't even realize just how long he's been just standing there seething until Jeonghan pokes his head out from behind a machine. "Hey, ‘Shua!" He whispers and it snaps Joshua back down to Earth like a brick to the head. He's twirling a singular earbud in his fingers. "I can hear you grinding your teeth over my music. How much longer are you gonna stand there sulking?"

"I'm not grinding my teeth." He grumbles, a pout set on his lips. Though his jaw is rather sore and he has to actually make an effort to unclench it.

Behind him, Seungkwan snorts. "There's actually visible clouds of steam shooting out of your ears."

Joshua whips his head around and gives the younger boy a look nothing short of homicidal. It only encourages him. "What? Worried Y/N might see something they like?"

"No." He grits out. "I just . . . really need my gym bag."

"Ohhh, okay okay." Seungkwan nods, that same smirk never leaving his face. "Well, it looks like someone might have beaten you to it." Another fit of middle-school-girl giggles erupts between Seungkwan and Jeonghan.

And sure enough, when Joshua returns his attention back to you, a second “thorn” has somehow also found its way over. Lee Chan. "Here, that looks heavy, let me help you," he says, taking the bag from your shoulder, chest puffed and smile toothy. He curls it the way one would a kettlebell, toned and sweaty arms glistening in all their nauseating glory. Seriously, who even flexes like that when picking up a bag? It's just tacky.

That's about all Joshua can stomach for much longer. He can feel the once tiny thorns morphing into jagged claws. Some awful green-eyed beast tearing at his stomach from the inside out. And while he knows he really shouldn't take the bait, he just can’t help it.

He beelines it across the room, walking to where you and his victims members are at a lightning-fast speed. Joshua musters up a sickeningly sweet smile and clears his throat. Mingyu and Chan look at him like they know they're in trouble.

But then your eyes light up at the mere sight of him, and all thoughts he had of ripping Mingyu and Chan a new one fizzle out all too easily. You push past the two boys without another glance in their direction, and a smile only he's capable of evoking plays at your lips.

"Hey, you." You greet him with a peck and the exaggerated gags that fill the room make his chest fill moreso with pride than embarrassment. Your hand slips just under the hem of his shirt, letting your palm lay against his stomach. There it is. That feeling of security. Of trust. Warmth. You lean back slightly and Joshua lets his impulsivity win when he chases your lips for one last reassuring kiss.

"Thank you for bringing my bag."

You hum, threading your fingers through his damp hair, combing it back. "I don't mind. I actually think you need to forget your bag more often."

Joshua tilts his head innocently. He's thrown off guard when you lean in, palm pressing harder against his stomach, and your lips ghost the shell of his ear. Voice low enough so that his members won't hear, which he's thankful for. "You're really hot when you're all sweaty and jealous."

Joshua cringes. "Was it that obvious?"

"Seungkwan's voice carries."

He feels a little stupid now for ever getting so worked up in the first place. His head drops with embarrassment, causing you to giggle. "Hey," you poke at his forehead so he'll look at you. "You know I only have eyes for you, right?" You sound a little more serious this time.

"Yeah, I know."

"Good."

"Hey, hyung," Chan calls, still behind you. "Can you take your bag now? It's actually kind of heavy."

[irishmammonagenda]

Hii!! 🧚‍♀️It's Wee Emo anon 🍾

Really liked your last work, so here i am again

Can i request brothers reaction on MC who cry over small things?

Like they see little kitten on the street and - WHOOP! - they're bubbling sobbing mess

I'm kinda can't cry (sounds dramatic lol) and wanna MC to feel it instead of me 😬

Love your works, keep going bestie💐🏃‍♂️

HI WEE EMO <3 please ignore the fact you sent me this on april 27th and its now june i had gcses to prepare for 😔✊

anyway, who let you into my house 😧🤨

no seriously i've cried at multiple south park episodes. south park. sometimes i wanna cry when i see my dog i cannot be trusted i tear up so easily especially when im writing🙁

for not being able to cry that is not very good for you fr:

i used to not be able to cry + still only really tear up, some tears drip down and let out like 2 sobbing sounds before im good again, i dont even have to try and stop crying, two sobs and im done, but my biggest tip is, get tired like really sleepy to the point where your eyes water bc of tiredness then watch something really sad.

i ha to literally train myself to be able to cry again bro dw, i wish i could have a big long cry but like 3 mins of crying is better than none, trust me wee emo you'll feel better

#dontbottleupyouremotions

ANYWAY:

this was very hard to imagine their reactions to idk why, but i tried so 😔✊

grma wee emo for requesting <3 and grma everyone else for reading <3

Obey Me Brothers With a Sensitive MC <3

It was safe to say you were sensitive, back when Melanie Martinez's music was a lot better, you really could say that the song 'Crybaby' pretty much encapsulated your entire being, it still did, but you liked to think you were more mature in your music taste now. (You weren't)

Being suddenly catapulted into the Devildom did a number on your emotions, and you found yourself quite numb. But as you adjusted, and bonded with the others, you found that you were back to your usual self, which was a crybaby.

So then how do the brothers react?

LUCIFER

Great. Two Mammons.

At least Mammon No.2 (you) isnt a tsundere about it.

Lucifer does not like seeing you cry. Even if its because something is cute, (although he does find it quite adorable, not that he'd admit it)

This demon is of the opinion that tears should never disgrace your beautiful eyes.

He will invite you to listen to his records with him and purposely put on sad ones or really sweet ones so you grip onto him while you tear up,

He is a demon, after all. ;)

MAMMON

Finally. Someone who cries more than him!

It actually makes him feel safer around you, like you wont bully him for being more sensitive than his brothers.

Actually ends up dropping a lot of his tsundere act around you.

You watch movies together, but always have to check the Devildom version of 'doesthedogdie.com'

Idk, I feel like Mammon would give you a bit of bother for it at first but then slowly start to like, open up more, because he really does see himself in you like that.

LEVIATHAN

He blanks.

One day you start crying because of how cute the anime you both were watching was, Levi thought you were geniunely upset, so he tried to cheer you up.

You end up thinking that its really sweet and start crying harder.

Leviathan PANICKS.

Even now, he still gets really nervous when you start crying, and has popped into his demon form more times than he can count when you grab onto him and sniffle.

Please he's already so awkward he can't handle how cute you are.

You might make him start crying as well :(

SATAN

Satan 100% gets so angry he starts crying so he can kind of understand it.

He's just glad you cry over positive things :)

His favourite moment was definetly when you teared up over a small kitten. (He took several photos and also took the kitten home)

Like Lucifer he 100% invites you to read with him and picks the fluffiest most adorable romance he can find, or the saddest most heartbreaking romance he can find.

He likes when you cling onto him and look up at him with those big teary eyes.

He's a demon. What did you expect, ;)

ASMODEUS

He thinks you're adorable.

Any emotion on your face is adorable to him actually. <3

If you wear makeup he makes sure to get you waterproof mascara and other eye makeup so your beautiful tears dont ruin your beautiful makeup <3

If any of you remember that crying girl makeup trend? Yeah he deffo starts that up in the Devildom (a) to make you feel less embarrassed about it and (b) because he thinks youre so beautiful when you express yourself.

BEELZEBUB

He doesn't cry a lot, it's not exactly something that comes naturally to him at all.

Its not that he CANT cry or that he holds his tears back, its just that he doesn't normally process or reaction to things with tears.

Only in serious serious situations will he cry.

So when he sees you crying over one of those little onigiri things that are literally adorable, he thinks that you've somehow hurt yourself. (i nabbed this off of pinterest)

Beel panics, and mentally goes over the ingredients in his head, did he order something with an ingredient that was dangerous to humans?

He calms down when he realises that you're crying because it looks cute.

He feels you with that.

Makes an effort to take you to more places with food items displayed in cute ways.

Though you do have to look away while Beel cuts them up for you, otherwise you wouldnt be able to eat it.

BELPHEGOR

He laughs at you.

Point blank.

Originally when he's in the attic he uses your sensitivity as a way to manipulate you.

But post lesson 16, he really starts to appreciate it more.

This bastard will use his powers as the youngest sibling against you, he'll dress up in cute onesies and give you puppy eyes, all to coax you into taking naps with him.

Which you do.

I have no idea how half of these fuckheads would react tbh

[statementlou]

i feel like i can talk to you about this because you have rational opinions. so louis bought a starbucks coffee at the airport and the fandom on twitter are eating him alive, calling him evil and wishing he goes to hell. i’m disappointed since starbucks is on the list of brands to boycott but i feel like this reaction is too much? someone even said jay would be disappointed in him, but people said that was taking it too far. i don’t know, i love louis and i’ll keep supporting him and his music but the fact he can be a careless millionaire is disappointing

1. thank you sweetie I would boop if I could 2. oh my god it's a fucking cup of coffee and if people think that's the worst thing Louis, a multi millionaire, has ever done financially they need a reality check! His money will be handled by bankers who are putting it into all kinds of evil fucking shit that he won't even know about, it's actually very hard to know or control that and there is no way trying is even on his radar. That's a passive thing and not on purpose; but the fact that people don't bother to know about that or care really speaks to how performative this kind of online approach to activism is, that they only care about image rather than effect (the effect of his investments would be easily thousands of times more than any number of coffees or even of the promotion Starbucks might get from him holding it.) But furthermore buckle in cause you hit a nerve: Starbucks isn't even an actual organized boycott target as concerns Palestine because THEY HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THE ISRAELI GOVERNMENT financially! The official BDS movement calls for boycott of very specific and pointed targets of which Starbucks IS NOT ONE it's literally just an online trend which is not the same as an actual boycott to materially impact a target! Losing them money is always great, they are a crappy union busting small business killing corporation, but it has zero direct effect to help Palestinians unlike supporting the meaningful boycotts called for by BDS. I don't think Louis has decided to buy starbucks because he has this analysis, but to me it's a pretty important point. Him crossing an actual picket line (playing Israel, playing Eurovision [lmaoooo that thought tho], waving an Israeli flag god forbid) would be a very different situation and something that would trouble me so the distinction matters to me. But I get that to people on twitter, that's what they feel like he has done. To which I would say...

There are so many fewer ways to help Palestine than we would wish, and it's SO hard to deal with feeling so powerless right now in the face of such horror, so I love that people feel so strongly about doing whatever they possibly can. But worrying about consumer spending, even on BDS targets, is perhaps the least effective of the things a person can do. Note that BDS boycotts do not mostly focus on asking people not to buy things; they list the products that are especially complicit, but the main work of the movement is to get large investors (corporations, public institutions, whole governments) to divest from the companies targeted because that actually hurts them enough that it becomes less profitable to continue to collude with Israel than to drop them as clients. Consumer spending is not enough to do this. It's easy and doesn't require doing actual work but it's basically virtue signaling, not organizing. Just NOT doing something (yes including voting) is not enough! I personally choose not to give my money to certain corporations because it feels bad to me and I can't stomach doing it, even if they never notice me doing it. But if I was running out of fuel and the only nearby station was a Chevron, I would spend a few bucks there and not beat myself up about it because it will have zero impact on their overall profit reports but a LOT of impact on my life. And if I was in the airport for the second time in mere days after circumnavigating the globe and playing a massive show and doing press and fan service before even having time to adjust time zones and about to get on another flight to another country I might buy a fucking coffee from whatever coffee shop was in there too! But Louis isn't me and I'm gonna be real honest I would be real surprised if he KNEW there was a boycott or gave a shit- he is not a political activist! It's reasonable to be disappointed if someone behaves not how you want them to, but just in general responding to being disappointed in people by lashing out at them is... not it. Not useful, not rational, and not actually an okay way to act to other people. Louis is an awesome sweet caring person who I believe tries hard not to have a negative impact on anyone directly and who cares very much about others; if that's not enough for someone to be a fan of him, okay then they should not be a fan of him! But warning: they're not going to be able to be a fan of anyone else either. No one is pure and perfect... maybe that energy would be better spent trying to make a meaningful difference in the world, and a great first step in that IMO is to recognize and challenge your inner cop. The better world I want to live in doesn't include policing other people, not on twitter and not anywhere.