#or what it's like to hang out with them in a day to day situation

[plaidcowboy]

છ rafe’s dress up doll

── ✦ .ᐟ sarah’sbestfriend!reader ✦ previous

rafe leaned against the wall, arms folded. he had once been listening to what barry was going on about, but now he’s found himself distracted. since first talking to you the other week, his mind wouldn’t stray from you. hearing your voice up close. finding out how you carry yourself from afar is the same as up close. his theories being proven correct that you’re as sweet and pliant as he thought you to be. the details of your appearance only added to your feminine nature. the name had come out without thought when rafe called you a doll. but he wasn’t far from being pretty spot on to what you resembled.

but.. since that encounter, he’d rarely seen you at his home. the closest he was to your presence was hearing sarah’s muffled words in conversation over the phone, knowing your sweet voice was speaking on the other end. he thought about finding out your number and calling. he considered being the first to reach out. but he didn’t like why he had to. he didn’t like that you were ignoring him. he warned that his thoughts of you would scare you off and gave you the grace of not revealing them. you agreed that he had all of you. why were you being like this?

the last thing rafe thought would come with you was a chase. he noticed your seeming desperation for his attention and willingness to do just about anything he wanted. so this avoiding was on the opposite end of your tells. rafe told you he was the one that would be doing the deciding amongst you two. so for you to make a choice he didn’t approve of? not okay.

so imagine his surprise to finally see you in the flesh at the restaurant he and barry currently remained. your twirling fingers and rocking heels as you waited at the counter. an outfit similar to the ones rafe were used to seeing you in. he may be used to it, but he’s not sure you should be. were you really comfortable in that? were you wearing it for the gaze of someone else? you couldn’t have known rafe would be here. who were you wearing it for? why did rafe want to put you in what he wanted so badly all of the sudden?

you remained unaware of rafe’s presence as you waited for your to go order of food. you and sarah were headed to the beach and wanted to stop to grab lunch before making your guys’ way over. so far for the past week, you’ve done a surprisingly good job avoiding rafe. steering sarah away from her home to hang out. claiming you wanted a little change of scenery than her room. not that you didn’t love her room you hastily added after telling her. sarah didn’t mind. agreed, even. anything to get her away from ward and her stepmother, she said. perfect.

it wasn’t that you were scared of rafe. wasn’t that you were scared of sarah peeking into your brain and seeing your thoughts of rafe somehow whenever you were near the man. you were scared of yourself. how quickly you and rafe progressed. it was, again, all you wanted. but you were nervous. this was the first guy you wanted to show you attention that actually did. nevermind the hints other boys on outer banks would drop that you somehow never seemed to get. probably too focused on earning it from someone else. now that you had it, you didn’t know what to do with it. was rafe serious when he made you promise to be his? was he actually okay with your lack of coherence when around him? you didn’t need to know the answer. you didn’t want to ask. it was better if you avoided the situation in whole.

you even thought it was something rafe wouldn’t mind. give him time to think over the things he said. realize he possibly didn’t mean it. boy were you wrong.

the man in question stood a mere twenty feet from you, watching you intensely. it was only when you turned your head at the sound of a small commotion did you see him. and did you miss seeing him. it was something akin to torture not seeing his face for a few days. his features that flowed with his expressions. the current expression he wore being close to sternness. you couldn’t help the little breath he took from you. without being completely sure, you had a feeling he had seen you a while before you saw him. seen more than you would like. you stilled your jittery movements, eyes locking in on rafe’s. then eventually your body, which slightly turned to face him more. you weren’t even sure you were doing that.

the sound of a bell and a bag being placed on the counter in front of you grabbed your attention. you turned to grab the bag, thanking the woman that placed it down with a bright smile, and unknowingly letting your smile drop the moment she stepped away and reminded you who else just witnessed that smile. you tapped your fingers against the bag, slightly glancing back at rafe. oh, okay. he was still looking. you moved to scurry away, heading back to sarah who waited outside, getting an early start on her tan, as she put it.

rafe, watching your scared deer shuffle, let his eyes stray on the exit you left out of. no way was he letting you go that easily. again. he glanced to barry who had been surveying the room with a languid demeanor, paying no mind to the turmoil rolling through rafe’s head. “i’ll be right back..” he stepped off in your direction. he didn’t bother to tack on a reason. he didn’t care if barry asked for one. his attention was on you. thankfully barry didn’t and simply nodded at rafe. not that he would feel anything close to ashamed to mention you to barry. but now that he wasn’t so pleased with your behavior, rafe was only focused on righting it.

he took a few strides to catch up to you, halting at the appearance of sarah. that’s what you were up to. that’s what you’ve been up to. rafe couldn’t help to chuckle to himself at your strategy. it was unbeknownst to you that the place you avoided running into rafe at was a place he hasn’t been inside often recently. he’s been busy with deals and meetings, only making fleeting appearances in the home. whatever made you happy. whatever put you at ease.. would change now that rafe had caught on.

he stood back, watching you approach sarah. he was close enough to hear you two’s brief exchange.

“hey, after the beach, you wanna come back and watch a movie?” sarah grabbed the bag from your hand, peering inside, not noticing your slight hesitation. rafe did. with a growing smirk, rafe knew you running out of reasons to not want to go to the cameron’s home. he knew you didn’t want to raise suspicion in sarah. he knew your response before you even thought it. almost like he made it for you.

you tugged your bottom lip with your teeth, letting go to answer sarah who closed the bag, looking up to you again. “sure, that sounds fun.”

it did, rafe thought to himself. fun indeed. he followed you two with his eyes as you both walked off toward the beach. rafe took another glance at your apparel, now noticing it resembled a bathing suit. the frill of a skirt that was attached to the bottoms didn’t garner rafe to spare a second look, assuming it was an every day skirt with a bikini top. how cute you would own a bathing suit like that.

rafe stepped back inside, heading over to the table barry continued to hover. he pulled a few bills from his wallet, setting it atop the table. “ah.. gotta run. something came up” he tucked his wallet back in his pocket.

barry jerked his head in a nod. “whatever you say.. catch you later club.”

rafe was out of the restaurant and driving in the direction of the shopping strip before needing to think about it. he entered a boutique, already spotting a few pieces he could see on you. he made his way through the aisles, picking at a few pieces and grabbing some. it wasn’t necessary for him to ask your size as he had a keen sense for what it was. a worker approached him with a query if he was finding what he needed.

“yeah.. what else do you have that’s like this?” he tugged on a white tennis skirt. the attendant smiled, eager to assist rafe. once they collected an array of clothing and accessories for you, they headed to the register to ring him up. rafe swiped his card, a grin forming as he watched the worker bag his items. he couldn’t wait to see you in his desired choices. you and sarah’s plan to head back home and watch a movie was like a carved path to get to you that rafe didn’t need to create himself. it made it the more easier for him.

he left the store with bags hanging from his hands that he placed in the car before hopping in. why not beat you and sarah home. why not be there to firsthand see the shock on your face upon seeing him. he couldn’t wait.

you and sarah were back in no time, light giggles being heard from you. rafe spent the time waiting responding to emails and returning calls. he was currently engaged in one when you two made eye contact, the experience being similar to the one you just had a couple of hours ago. rafe raised an eyebrow at your faltered step, not once glancing to sarah who gave rafe a gruff hey before pulling your arm and marching you two up to her room to change out of your suits into lounge wear.

rafe finished up the call, sliding his phone into his pocket. it was only a minute after he made his way upstairs to his room that he overheard sarah tell you she was going to take a quick shower and that you could grab one as well after her. these mere perfectly timed reasons to have you alone were really working in favor of rafe.

the door to sarah’s ensuite shut just as rafe walked up to the threshold of sarah’s room, lightly knocking on the cracked door that was open enough for rafe to spot you inside. you looked up at his tap.

“this counts more times we’ve seen each other in a day than i’ve seen you in the course of a week.”

you glanced back to the closed door, tip toeing out of the room, slightly closing the bedroom door behind you. you didn’t really like sneaking behind sarah’s back just to have a simple conversation with rafe. but this was the last one you needed to hide. you were over the fleeting glances and confirmed feelings that rafe wasn’t into this anymore. you wanted to put a stop to it.

“hi rafe.. how are you..?” you could at least start off with pleasantries first.

rafe tilted his head at you, crossing his arms, letting the watch that decorated his wrist point to you. “i don’t know.. why don’t you come help me figure it out?” rafe turned to head towards his room before hearing your response. he knew you weren’t going to have one. that you were going to simply follow his lead into his room. and that, you did.

rafe closed the door behind you, keeping his hand beside your head where you stood against the door. “what are you thinking now?” rafe tacked onto his question from in the hallway. you peered up at rafe with wide doe eyes. “um.. upset?” you tried.

“good, there you go. you can use that brain of yours. do you know why i’m upset?” he challenged. you thought for a moment before shaking your head softly. well, you had a feeling. but if that wasn’t what was upsetting rafe, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself by blurting the wrong thing. could he be upset about your ignoring him? no.. right..?

“no? ’s okay, you did good” he cooed. removing his hand from beside you, rafe stepped aside to let you gaze at the shopping bags that sat atop of his bed.

he sighed near your ear after slightly bending to match your height. “how about i tell you while you try on your new clothes?” he caught your hushed gasp. he straightened to his full height as you tilted your head to peer up at him. “mine..?”

rafe smirked. “yours.” he promised beyond more than just the collection of fabric.

why rafe did this for you, you weren’t sure. but you couldn’t think, too dizzy from the heady feeling of possessiveness clinging to the action of rafe buying you clothes. you walked over, peering into a bag, spotting a wedged heel. pulling it out, you presented it to rafe. “i know those little heels were hurting you. they were so cute though, you had to wear them anyway, right?” rafe spoke your thoughts.

you could only nod, turning the heels over in your hands. “put them on.”

you were following rafe’s command before you knew it. they fit perfectly. you glanced up at rafe with the question of how did you know in your eyes. “i know my doll” rafe answered without needing the verbal confirmation of what you were asking.

you did a small step around spin to feel for the shoes. they were more comfortable than your other heels. “thank you..” you sounded softly.

“course” rafe’s tone was almost aggressive in responding to your gratitude. like he didn’t need you to say thank you. he would do this without your ask as much as he pleased. “they don’t make you feel like running again, do they?” the sarcastic question had an undertone you had no trouble detecting. the reason why rafe was upset.

“i only..” you huffed “i didn’t run, i just gave you space to think..”

“i’m not the one who needs that. what did you want me to think about?” rafe knew. if it wasn’t about the things you already agreed to for him, it had to be something you weren’t agreeing to with yourself.

you slid out of the heels, feeling silly in them all of the sudden. “this.. if you actually wanted this..” you distracted yourself from his response by peering into another bag. rafe’s snapping fingers stopped you. you quickly looked up to him.

“no looking until we finish this. i need your eyes on me while i’m speaking to you.”

you shook your head in a quick nod, mumbling a sorry.

“i want this.. you. i told you i did. when i tell you something, i mean it. you don’t question it. i knew thinking would hurt your little head, i made it so you didn’t have to. but you went along and did so anyway. it didn’t feel good, did it?” rafe’s voice edged on a teasing lilt. like he felt genuinely sorry for you while also reprimanding you.

“mm mm” you mumbled. rafe tsk’d, shaking his head. “words.”

you verbally agreed. “good job” rafe praised. “now you know not to do that again? you know i meant it when i asked for all of you? and that there was no going back once you said yes?”

your yes was cut quick when rafe pointed at the bag without speaking, allowing you to peer inside it now.

you continued to pull out items, trying them on for rafe as he settled your worry and explained how he felt about you.

at the white tennis skirt: “you understand i now posses another part of you? not only your head, but what you wear? you can wear stuff of yours still. i just needed to know some things you’ll be wearing aren’t hurting you. you like them, right? do you like them better than your clothes? i did good?”

at a lacy top: “i don’t mean to make you upset talking about your head. you know i don’t, right? but now you see what thinking for yourself can lead to. you thought i didn’t want you. i can’t let that happen. if there’s anything i won’t put inside your head, it’s doubt.. stop nodding at me like a bobble head and tell me you understand.”

at a cream colored clutch: “what’re you gonna keep in there? do you need me to fill it? want me to keep money in there for you? what about your little lip stuff? all you need is to spend my money and look pretty.”

at a dainty necklace with his initial he applied for you: “i know you won’t go around forgetting who’s you are.. i just wanna see something of me on you if it isn’t me myself.. yeah, you like it?.. don’t pout, you want me to get something engraved with your initial? you’re so spoiled.. i’ll wear whatever you want, just make it yours.”

you’d gone through all the items, twisting here and there so rafe could get a good view.

“hm.. i like dressing my doll. do you like it?”

you glanced up shyly to rafe. “my doll can speak” rafe said impatiently at your lack of response.

“i do..” you spoke softly. you knew you shouldn’t feel embarrassed for liking it. rafe was doing these things all so you could feel good. what about that should you feel bad about? nothing.

“yeah? good..” rafe swiped his thumb over his jaw, assessing you in the new pieces you wore from head to toe. you faintly heard the sound of the streaming water from sarah’s shower come to a stop.

“i should.. i should go.. the movie..” you rambled. rafe nodded absentmindedly, slightly distracted by you. “mm mm.. come back to me once you finish. i’ll take you to yours with your new things.” rafe finally looked back up to your eyes.

“oh.. um.. wouldn’t sarah find that..” you were cut off by rafe’s look.

“sarah won’t think anything. you won’t let sarah alter how you think about this. this is about me and you, not her.” it was almost like hypnotization. you were nodding to rafe’s words, head occupying with those thoughts. “yes, rafe..”

his growing smirk was what snapped you from the trance. “yeah, just like that..” he referred to your easy obligation. “..only i know what’s best for you.”

[theocddiaries]

Robotnik: Wait, you like Sonic??? [bursts out laughing]: Oh… hey, when you’re about to tell him, let me know so I can be there. I want to see your faces, hahaha! Rouge: Don’t listen to this guy. What does he know? The only butterflies he’s ever felt were just gas. Robotnik: Bat, I’ve spent enough time trying to destroy that hedgehog to know your friend is going to embarrass himself. What are you even thinking, Shadow? If Sonic even said no to Amy, who’s independent, nice, and strong, do you think he’s going to say yes to you? When you're an anxious, bitter, useless thing whose only accomplishment in life was nearly destroying the world and everyone Sonic loves in it? Come on… Come back to Earth… Shadow [lowers his ears, looking at the ground] Robotnik [wipes a tear]: Damn, that was good… [dials a number. talks while walking away]: Orbot, look, we’re postponing world domination till tomorrow, because my day’s been made today. You're not gonna believe-- Rouge: Don’t listen to him. Shadow: No, he’s right. Besides, to Sonic, his brother is his whole world, and this kid hates me. Rouge: That’s not true-- Tails: Wait, you know that? Rouge: Is today about discrediting everything I’m trying to say or what? Tails [ignores her]: Is that why you agreed to take care of me until he came back, anyways? Shadow: And put up with all your antics, you're not a walk in the park, either. But don’t worry, because once Sonic's back we'll not be forced to spend time together again. Tails: No, wait-- [sighs]: I’m going to regret this, I know it. [dials his brother’s number]: Sonic? [motions to Rouge and Shadow to stay quiet] Sonic: Hi, Tails! Everything okay? Tails: Yeah! I--I wanted to ask you for some advice. Sonic: Sure, shoot. Tails: So… there’s this girl in my class that I like, but I think she only wants to be friends. I was thinking of telling her, but I’m scared she might not reciprocate and will stop even being my friend. Sonic: Well… Listen, you never know if that's what gonna happen. I’d still do it. Those things are better said so you’re both on the same page. Tails: And what if she doesn’t want to see me again? Sonic: Look, if she needs some time, that’s okay. But if she’s your friend, it’s because she likes you, even if it’s not in that way. Look what happened with Amy and me. Tails: Yeah, that’s true. So if you were in the recieving end…? Sonic: I'd feel flattered. And I'd like to know in case I don't like them back so I can help them and be there for them without it being too much. So, just be honest with her. Tails [gives Shadow a knowing look]: Yes, sounds a lot like you. Sonic: And who is it? Do I know her? Is that Zoey girl, isn't--? Tails: Okay, bye, be careful! [hangs up]: See, whether it’s a yes or a no, he’s not going to laugh at you or push you away. Shadow: …Thank you, Tails. Rouge: It's crazy that you had the same situation with that Zoey girl and just happened to remember it now. Sometimes life works in such funny ways. Tails: …And in moments like this, I understand why you and Knuckles match so much. Rouge: Aw, thank--Hey! Shadow: Told you.

[h4nj1sunggg]

who? minsung x fem!reader genre: drabble a/n: I'm so sorry for not posting much but my exam session is killing me, I'll be back in two weeks!! wait for me >:)

minsung poly! where y/n is looking for some cat's food in a small shop, talking on the phone with a friend about the crazy idea of being a cat mom in her 20s, totally not expecting to see minsung kissing gin the hall where cat toys are.. and they notice her after, her mouth open wide in surprised like 'what the actual fuck is that', them being confused but then they notice the freaking miso's photo card on your pic holder attached to the bag that you're holding up.

"calling you later," you whispers a the phone, trying to take a step back and going from where you were coming, when a voice stops you, "wait!"

Your heart races as you clutch the phone in one hand and your bag in the other, fully prepared to disappear back down the aisle. But before you can make your grand escape, the voice stops you.

“Wait!” It’s Jisung. Of course, it’s Jisung. His voice is unmistakable—soft yet commanding in a way that sends chills down your spine.

Every instinct in your body screams at you to keep walking, to pretend you didn’t see the two men you’ve idolized for years kissing in the middle of a cat aisle like it’s the most normal thing in the world. But your feet betray you, and you turn around, clutching your phone and bag like they’re shields against the chaos you just witnessed.

“What?” you croak out, your voice shaky. Your gaze is glued to a suspiciously fluffy cat bed on the shelf behind them, absolutely refusing to make eye contact.

“Hey, no need to act like you just saw a ghost,” Jisung says, his tone light but clearly uneasy. “We’re just… uh, hanging out?”

“Is that what they call it?” you mutter under your breath, still avoiding their eyes as your brain replays the scene on loop like a cursed gif.

Minho, who has been silent so far, steps closer, arms crossed, and raises an eyebrow at your reaction. “You look like we’ve traumatized you for life.”

You blink rapidly, gripping your bag tighter. “I—uh—nope, not traumatized,” you lie, your voice an octave too high. “Just… buying cat food. Totally normal day. Nothing weird happened. Haha!”

It’s a terrible attempt at deflection, and they both know it.

Jisung looks between you and Minho, clearly trying not to laugh. “Are you… scared of us?” he asks, tilting his head like a confused puppy. “We’re not gonna eat you or something.”

“That’s what someone scary would say,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. You cringe immediately, heat rushing to your face. “I mean, no! I’m fine. This is fine. You guys do… whatever you’re doing. I’ll just…” You gesture vaguely toward the opposite end of the aisle. “…go that way.”

“Not before you explain this,” Minho says, pointing to the photo card of them hanging from your bag.

Your soul leaves your body. “Oh, that? It’s… uh… it came with the bag?” you try, wincing internally. Minho’s unimpressed stare tells you he isn’t buying it.

“She’s a fan,” Jisung says, grinning like he’s cracked some big mystery. “Right? That’s why you’re so weird right now—you know us.”

“Who? Me? A fan?” You laugh awkwardly, taking a shaky step back. “No idea what you’re talking about.”

Minho rolls his eyes, clearly over the theatrics. “You’ve got Minsung’s photo card on your bag, and you’re buying cat food. Do you think we’re dumb?”

You open your mouth to argue, but all that comes out is a strangled squeak. The reality of the situation hits you all over again: you just caught two of your favorite idols making out, and now they’re grilling you in a pet store aisle.

“Nope. Nope, I can’t do this,” you mutter, shaking your head and taking another step back. “I didn’t see anything. This didn’t happen. You guys don’t exist. Bye.”

Minho and Jisung exchange a quick glance as you attempt to bolt, but Jisung steps forward, his hands raised like he’s trying to calm a frightened animal. “Wait, wait, wait! Just… can we talk? Please? We don’t bite. Minho looks scary, but I promise he’s harmless.”

“I am scary,” Minho deadpans, but the flicker of concern in his eyes betrays him.

You freeze mid-step, throwing them a look over your shoulder. “Talk? About what? How you were just kissing in public, where literally anyone could see you? What were you thinking?”

Minho’s jaw tightens. “We didn’t exactly plan on putting on a show,” he says coolly. “It’s not like this place is packed.”

“Packed or not, I saw it!” you hiss, jabbing a finger at yourself. “A fan. Do you know how risky that is? What if I wasn’t—” You stop yourself, realizing you’re dangerously close to spilling your entire identity as a devoted STAY. “What if I wasn’t, you know… normal about this?”

Jisung blinks at you, a little taken aback. “You’re not exactly being normal now, to be fair.”

You glare at him, and his grin falters as Minho nudges him hard in the ribs. “Not helping,” Minho mutters under his breath before turning back to you. “Okay, fine. You caught us. We get it. But you’re not going to, like… shout it from the rooftops or something, right?”

You blink at him. “Shout it from the rooftops? Do I look like someone who’s ready to start a scandal? I’m too busy trying to figure out how to scrub this from my memory.” You shake your head, exhaling sharply. “Seriously, what were you thinking? You’re Lee Minho and Han Jisung, not two random guys in love at a grocery store. You cannot just… make out next to the catnip and hope no one notices.”

Jisung winces, glancing nervously down the aisle. “Okay, yeah, when you put it like that, it sounds bad.”

“It is bad,” you emphasize, lowering your voice but still gesturing wildly. “Do you have any idea how many fans would lose their minds over this? You’re so lucky it was me and not some TikTok-obsessed fangirl ready to post a blurry video.”

Minho’s expression shifts to something like mild panic, his cool demeanor cracking just enough to reveal a hint of worry. “Okay, okay, we get it. You made your point. But you’re not going to tell anyone, right?”

“Why should I?” you counter, crossing your arms. “I’m just saying, maybe next time, don’t risk it. Especially not in a pet store of all places.”

Jisung leans toward Minho, whispering loud enough for you to hear, “She’s scarier than my mom.”

Minho’s lips twitch into a smirk. “She’s got a point, though.”

You huff, adjusting the strap of your bag. “Look, I don’t want to ruin your lives or anything. I just… didn’t expect to see that when I came in here to buy cat food. So if we can all agree to pretend this didn’t happen, I’ll just—”

“You promise?” Minho cuts in, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. It’s not intimidating—it’s pleading.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “What, do you want me to sign an NDA or something?”

As you turn to leave, Minho suddenly calls out, “Wait.”

You freeze mid-step, again. Slowly, you turn back around, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “What now? Are you going to ask me to swear on my future cat’s life or something?”

Minho smirks faintly at your sarcasm but doesn’t take the bait. “No. I just think we should… exchange numbers.”

Your eyes narrow. “Exchange numbers? For what?”

“For… secret privacy,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Secret privacy?” you repeat, deadpan.

Jisung snickers beside him, biting back a laugh. “Wow, hyung, that’s not suspicious at all.”

Minho glares at him before returning his attention to you. “Look, in case something happens. You know, if you accidentally let something slip or decide to post about this.” He shrugs. “I’d like a way to contact you.”

You blink, processing his words. “So, what? You’re giving me your number as a bribe to keep my mouth shut?”

“More like insurance,” Minho corrects, crossing his arms.

“Insurance,” you echo. “Right. Because that doesn’t sound shady at all.”

“Hey, you’re the one who saw us kissing in a pet store,” Minho counters, raising an eyebrow. “You’re not exactly in the position to judge.”

You open your mouth to argue, but Jisung chimes in, grinning. “To be fair, he’s got a point. This is all a little… unconventional, isn’t it?”

You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Fine. Give me your number. But if you start spamming me with cat memes or asking for cat food recommendations, I’m blocking you.”

Minho pulls out his phone, his smirk widening. “Noted.”

“Wait, hold on,” Jisung interrupts, eyes sparkling with mischief. “If she gets your number, I should give her mine, too. For fairness, you know. And, uh, backup insurance.”

“Backup insurance?” you ask, half-laughing, half-exasperated.

“Yeah, in case Minho forgets to text you or something,” Jisung says with a grin. “You never know.”

You roll your eyes but hand over your phone anyway. “You two are ridiculous,” you mutter as Minho types in his number, followed by Jisung.

“Ridiculous, but memorable,” Jisung quips, winking as he hands your phone back.

You stare at the new contacts saved in your phone, feeling like you’ve just signed up for something you’re not entirely sure about. “Okay. I’ve got your numbers. Are we done now? Can I go buy my cat food in peace?”

Minho nods, his expression unreadable. “Yeah. Just… don’t forget your promise.”

“And don’t forget to text us if you ever need cat advice!” Jisung adds cheerfully, earning another glare from Minho.

You shake your head, turning to walk away for what you hope is the final time. “I’m never shopping here again,” you mutter under your breath, clutching your bag tightly.

As you leave the store, you can’t help but glance at your phone again, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. You have the numbers of Lee Minho and Han Jisung in your contacts… and all because they couldn’t resist kissing in a pet store.

[cripplecharacters]

hi, i want to write about/draw/generally create post-canon content for a character. specifically, a character who survived being lit on fire right before the end of the book (as in, we dont see how the fire effected him in the longterm, as the story is cut off pretty much as soon as it is put out). however, of note is that hes the main antagonist of the story (a spree killer to be specific). ive seen a lot of discussion from burn survivors and other people with fds that you shouldnt be writing evil characters with burn scars or other fds due to the harmful messages that perpetuates, and i want to know if that applies here as well? should i not portray him with scars from the fire, since he is never portrayed with them in the original material? or should i give him scars, as it is the very likely result of him surviving the fire (although not explicitly stated, the way hes described immediately after the fire is put out indicates that he probably has 3rd degree burns over most of his body)? thank you for your time

Hello,

in this situation you have essentially 4 options;

Don't portray him with the scars. Yes, realistically speaking, he would have scars. Obviously. But 95% of action characters should also have some sort of permanent disability from getting hit on the head over and over, and yet they don't. Characters will get brought back from the dead after getting crushed to pieces and still be able-bodied, I really wouldn't get hanged up on whether an injury's outcome is realistic.

He initially has scars but they heal up. Again, realism doesn't really matter. Just throw some first degrees on him and call it a day.

Give him the scars and have the only burn survivor be the most offensive stereotype that's out there. It is what it is, you can't write your way out of a burned spree killer.

Give him scars and introduce another character who's not a murderer (or other big stereotype). If the character survives his burns, he's visiting a burn unit (burns are a life-threatening injury, he's not going to just go home after this). That's where new burn survivors are stored and 99.9% of them are normal people. I don't know whether you will be adding new characters, but even just adding a regular ass person who happens to be a burn survivor would make it better. If you don't want to add anything then I guess it's more complicated, maybe the (presumably good/less evil?) canon character who lit him on fire/put out the fire also got caught in it and got burnt too?

As you can guess, option three is the worst. If you decide to do that one, I'd consider not acknowledging the character as a burn survivor in the meta context. I wouldn't go anywhere near something tagged as "#burn survivor rep" if I saw a spree killer mention anywhere. It's just not what anyone is looking for when trying to find stuff featuring burn survivors. Spare us.

There's no one good convenient way out of this I think, you have to sacrifice something to make it work - either realism, potential disabled readers, or plan for the story. The advice above is just my take on what you could do here.

Hope this helps,

mod Sasza

[michanvalentine]

Lately, I feel like a total perverted maniac obsessing over Baldur’s Gate 3 scenes, since I keep watching them over and over… especially the ones involving my pixelated vampire boyfriend.

Anyway, I was goofing off as usual and rewatching the scene where Astarion either makes a move for the first time or not during the tiefling party. Now, maybe someone else has already pointed this out and it’s been discussed at length or maybe I'm talking a lot of nonsense, but when our pale elf approaches with the bottle in hand, saying he never imagined himself as the hero praised for saving so many lives—and then adds that now that he’s here, he finds it awful and hates it—it feels to me like he’s hiding what he really thinks about the whole thing (perhaps he doesn’t even fully understand what he feels). Let me explain.

Astarion says he never imagined himself as a hero, etc, then adds “and now that I’m here,” pauses, leaves the thought hanging, and takes a drink from the bottle. Only then does he say it’s awful and he hates it. But… is he talking about the wine or about being a hero? The scene is well-constructed, the dialogue is ambiguous, but when you choose to drink from the same bottle, Astarion points out, “See what I mean? Awful!” So, he was talking about the wine!

Of course, he goes on to complain about the company (“I’m surrounded by idiots!”), the taste of the drink (“It tastes like vinegar!”), the fact that their heroic outing hasn’t changed the world, and that all he got for his trouble was nothing (“Just a pat on the head!”). But, in reality, Astarion never actually says that saving lives disgusted him!

He doesn’t say he enjoys it either, mind you, especially since in the first act of the game he’s still very much keeping to himself, selfish to the core, and focused on his own survival. Let’s not forget that just a few days earlier, he was still under Cazador’s thumb. But in my opinion, the fact that he found himself in the role of the hero—even though it’s a situation he would have gladly avoided—left a mark on him... something he doesn’t actually talk about, even when it seems like he is. Unlike Shadowheart, who openly admits it despite being surprised by it. A thought, a feeling perhaps, that the vampire spawn keeps to himself, hidden beneath his quips and the mask he keeps firmly in place. He’s not ready yet to let go of his beliefs, his worldview, and everything he’s learned about life in the worst possible way. However, this experience has marked the beginning of something. Something he’s perhaps still trying to rationalize and understand. That’s why he’d rather talk about the wine and complain about the boring party! xD

Let’s remember that Astarion is a dramatic, whiny diva, especially when things don’t go his way. xD But his frustration, going back to the wine tasting like vinegar, probably stems more from that detail than from saving lives. After all, as he says, it’s terrible and he hates it, simply because it’s not blood. And honestly, can you blame him? Poor vampire spawn, always hungry!

[kykyonthemoon]

7 Days the mini-series

About this series: ✈️

Day 06: My Defender

Immediately after receiving the message, I hurried to the headmaster's office. There, I found Caleb waiting on one of the seats outside. His white uniform was covered in mud, he had bruises all over his body, one side of his face was slightly swollen, and there was a bleeding wound at the corner of his mouth.

"Caleb? What happened to you?"

I sat down beside him and held his hand timidly out of fear of hurting him. Caleb didn't look at me and turned his face away.

"Caleb?" I pulled his hand, still he refused to look at me. So I wrapped him in my arms. "It hurts, doesn't it?"

Caleb sat still and let me hold him for a while longer. Even though he didn’t respond, I could guess what had happened on the way here. I overheard the other students gossiping that there had been a fight between Caleb and another fifth grader, I just didn’t know why.

After a while, Caleb seemed to calm down, he took my hand off and started talking:

“I’m fine. Gran is talking to the headmaster inside.”

“Why didn’t you go to the nurse’s office?”

“I’m all right.”

He responded, even waved his arms and legs to let me know that, unlike the other children who were crying and running into the nurse's office, he was still fine. But I just frowned at him.

“What happened?” I asked. Caleb had never caused trouble at school. He had always been a good student, a well-liked boy by both teachers and his peers. His energy was all for sports and extracurricular activities. I never imagined seeing him in a situation like this.

Caleb didn’t want to tell me, but after some pleading, he finally spoke: 

“They were talking bad about you.”

“Huh?” I was stunned. Caleb simply explained that not everyone in school liked me. They made up stories and said negative things about me out of envy. Those words reached Caleb and turned him enraged. As a result, he gave them all a short trip to the nurse's office.

After hearing this, I gently gripped his hand. The sight of him using Evol to hang a few kids on a tree must have been hilarious. I was very grateful that he was so protective of me. However, I wasn't planning to be the cause of his troubles.

“I don’t care what they think of me,” I said. “Because they’re not important to me. I only care what Caleb thinks of me…”

“You are the most wonderful person in my eyes!” Caleb replied without a thought. “If anyone dares to say anything bad about you, I’ll put them up the tree again—Ouch…”

Caleb grimaced and gently massaged the wound on his face. I pulled his hand away, saying, “When I fall or get hurt, you always blow on my wound, right?” I puffed out my cheeks and blew gently on the wound on Caleb’s face. HDespite being a little taken aback, he obediently sat still. “After that…”

I leaned a bit closer to him and delicately kissed his injured cheek, just like he had kissed the cut on my palm when I was careless before.

“This is a blessing of speedy recovery for you…”

*

* *

Opening the headmaster’s office door, I saw the kid sitting alone outside. One of his cheekbones was swollen, his clothes were untidy and covered in mud. He peered up at me with determination and a hint of guilt.

“Am I in trouble, Mom?”

In that child, I saw the imprints of the boy who had been by my side many years ago.

“Of course you are. Violence is not the way to solve problems. I've taught you better than that."

The child dropped his head, disappointed. My severe expression eased, and I softly ruffled his hair. "You also need to know that it was the right thing to do to stand up for your friend."

He glanced up at me with a cheerful expression. I added, “However, next time, remember to use your brain, not your brawn. You're just like your father.”

The child smiled and grasped my hand tightly. On the way home, an airship sailed overhead from Skyhaven. The little boy waved up and said:

“I think Dad will be home soon!”

“Let’s hurry then. How about we throw him a lovely welcome back party at home?"

[jewell-tones]

Hi!!! I just saw ur post about one shot requests n I'd love to see a bit of Soda n Dallas antics!! Can be just them goofing around n getting up to trouble :D or a bit of light Curtis Brother angst or fluff!! (sorry if it's a bit too general!! lemme know if you would like more specifics!!)

Saddle Up, It’s Time to Cheer Up! (Pt.1)

𝐎𝐑- Even Dallas Winston is worried about a heart broken Sodapop Curtis.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Cursing

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

𝐀/𝐍: Heyy guys!!! So fun fact this is the fic I’ve ever posted! I couldn’t really decide between the two options so I kinda opted for both! This is canon divergent, so Johnny and Dallas live. I’ll with start writing pt. 2 PRONTO!! Happy reading!!

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He’d never admit to it, but Dallas sure felt awful for poor old Sodapop.

The girl Soda worshiped and raved about had up and left him and didn’t even have the guts to tell him to his face. Not only that, but the broad had two-timed him and ended up pregnant. Though Dallas felt bad for him, he still thought this breakdown was Soda's own damn fault. The situation was completely avoidable, but he just got too enamored by these girls. Dal’s old girl Sylvia wasn’t anything other than a good time to him, so when she started cheating while he was in the cooler, he just up and left. No grief, no regrets, and definitely no tears. Dallas made sure not to get attached, because why would he? Those broads never stayed. Even if a relationship works out, it never ends well. It’s like getting a dog. You just get them to love, then wait for them to run away or die. Dallas knew that, he had always known that. Soda hadn’t. Curtis just loved until his little heart broke.

He was like a Prince Charming to these damn girls. Dinner, flowers, chocolate, the whole nine yards. Soda didn’t even expect anything in return because he just loved loving her. To him, being romantic was the reward in itself. He was willing to do anything. Hell, when Sandy had first told Soda that she was pregnant, he had offered to marry her and take care of the baby- even if it wasn’t his. He was willing to love her anyway. It made Dallas sick. If it had been him, he would have told the broad to go fuck herself and spit on her shoes. It was like Sodapop had no survival skills. It’s Eat or be eaten, and that boy was letting her eat him alive.

Ever since Sandy left, Soda was half the man he used to be. Soda was the guy who brightened up a room. He was handsome so every girl swooned to him and all the guys liked him. Curtis wasn’t like Dallas at all. He was warm and caring. He knew how to comfort people. Dallas never knew how to do that. It wasn’t in his nature to make someone feel better. He was uncomfortable around crying people and hated having to deal with it. But, soda wasn’t like that. He knew how to make someone’s day better. Maybe that’s why Dallas felt so bad. Soda was always helping and loving everyone else but nobody returned the favor. He was just a ball of sunshine, but not anymore. Now left was a pitiful boy who couldn’t stand to do anything. When the gang went out to cause some trouble, soda stayed behind. He didn’t like to party anymore, didn’t like to wrestle. All he did was work then go home and watch TV. His eyes were always red from crying and baggy from lack of sleep. To say the least, the whole gang was worried badly. Dallas had never seen him like this before, and it almost scared him. Sure he and Soda weren’t the closest in the gang, but that was still his buddy. But with his “emotional intelligence”, Dal thought of himself as no use.

What made things worse, Dallas thought, was that Steve was always hanging out with his girl Evie. It used to be that Sandy and Evie would hang out together with Soda and Steve. The four were together everywhere you went. But Sandy was gone now, and Steve and Evie were still a thing. Steve still invited Soda out while he was with Evie. So when Soda hung out with him, instead of forgetting about his loss, he was constantly reminded of it. He was like a third wheel that was heading straight off the road.

One night, the Curtis house was full, as per usual. Darry had cooked up a small meal that was good enough to fill up the stomach. Dal, Johnny, and Pony were all betting on cigarettes in a game of

Poker. Steve and Two-bit were arm wrestling in the living room. Soda was watching TV, with those lifeless eyes that hadn’t gone away in weeks. Sure he was smiling and talking to everyone as usual, but something behind those eyes gave the impression he was in pain.

“Goddamnit Dallas” sighed a frustrated Ponyboy, “this is the third time in a row you’ve won.” “I’ve got luck you’ve never seen kid” Dallas grinned as he pushed the pile of cancer sticks closer to him. “I think he’s cheating, what do you think Johnny?” Pony whispered over to the boy beside him. “I don’t know man, he is pretty lucky” answered a defeated Johnny. Dallas got up stuffing cigs in his pocket “Well I think I’m gonna go smoke some of my earnings” he boasted. In the living room, Steve and two’s competition had turned into them rolling around on the floor with Matthews in a chokehold. Steve finally let him go after it seemed that his face was going blue. “You win this time fucker” fumed the upset loser. “That’s right, I always win! I’m getting you next soda!” He exclaimed. Soda just lightly scoffed and didn’t say a word back, making Steve look back in disappointment. Dallas walked towards the door “Anyone else wanna smoke?” He questioned. “Sure I’ll go” Steve answered, “you wanna go soda?” He looked back at his friend “You haven’t moved off that couch in like an hour” he teased, getting up to hit his friend's shoulder. Soda gave a small grin and scratched his chin “No, I’m good. The shows just getting interesting”. Steve just stared then walked towards the door “Well I tried” he shrugged and continued out the door with Dallas.

The two boys went outside on the front porch. Dallas handed Randle a stick and got out a lighter sparking his own then Steve’s. The younger boy sat down the porch stairs and exhaled the smoke. Dallas took a draw from his own and leaned against the framing. “ I didn’t think you smoked a whole lot Randle” he questioned. “ I don’t, I just… well I don’t know man, I needed one” he took another long hard draw and sighed. “ I just don’t understand” he shook his head “I’ve tried to help him, I’ve really tried. Soda just won’t get out of this funk” he looked back a Dallas. “It’s like no matter what you do, he just won’t take it. It’s like he wants to be miserable!” He confided, “ I just don’t know what to do anymore”. Dallas looked at Steve slightly surprised. He guessed that he hadn’t thought about how frustrating this must be for Steve. To see your best friend self loathe over a girl who didn’t care for him like he cared for her. To never wanna hang out no matter how hard you try. “I know man, he needs to get on his feet” Dally commented. “I mean the last time I saw him this upset was when he lost Mickey” Steve added. Dallas raised his eyebrows in agreement. He had forgotten about that. God he loved that stupid horse, he thought. You would’ve thought someone had died when they sold that thing. He’d never seen a kid so upset. That was something else Soda had loved as much as he could, horses. He was a good rider. He used to ride them in rodeos until Darry made him stop. Ever since Dal had started being a jockey at the horse tracks, he had begged Winston to let him see their horses. He and Steve would come to see the races to supposedly watch Dallas ride, but he was sure it was just so Soda could see the horses. His eyes would light up when he saw them, like a kid seeing Santa Claus in the mall. He always asked Dallas to let him see them up close in the stables, but Dal didn’t want to get in trouble with Track for bringing someone back there, so he always declined. Man did he love horses. He looked at Steve and tossed his cigarette on the ground to put it out, “Yeah I don’t know what I’d do if was you”

But then he thought of it. He thought of exactly what he’d do.

For once in his life, Dallas Winston knew how to cheer someone up.

[trinitythewolf]

Gaylleeeee time

Time to talk about her issues, too, and her relationship with the club 

Gayle has major abandonment issues she can’t stand the idea of people leaving her due to the fact that her parents were really never in her life and only visit her on her birthday or on Christmas When Gayle was young she actually had a pretty good childhood. She had everything her grandparents, her uncle, even though her mom and dad was out of state working. At least she had her family with her a nice on a nice area just nice all in general until one day she had to move out because her cousin from her mom’s side of the family got traumatized and she had to leave her family to go and help her. at first she was furious. She had to leave her childhood home to go help one of her cousins that she doesn’t even see that often all because her mom felt bad for her. It wasn’t fair at all. Why does she have to leave behind everything to help someone she didn’t even know or met just one time, but she had no choice in the matter, and she had to move. She moved a Eltingville with. Bat she was mad, but she had to put on a fake smile. She had to pretend like she wanted to be there but in reality she didn’t overtime. She started to feel guilty about feeling these feelings and started masking and pushing those feelings back it wasn’t until they were both 15 that Gayle finally excepted the fact that this is her new home and she should make it worth her time, and she did by joining the anime club  and she didn’t even know what yaoi was it wasn’t until they showed her and it just went downhill. She knew about anime she loved anime, but she did not know about yaoi until she found out and then two years later if she gets kicked out at 17 and they even warned her telling her if she kept doing the thing she does kept making fanfiction kept fetishizing them, but they were going to kick her out but she didn’t listen and she got kicked out but if they didn’t kicked her out, she would’ve never join the Eltingville Club. She was also a quiet kid in high school she was very smart She was an honorroll and after she graduated, she just started doing her own thing. She doesn’t really have to get a job like at all because her parents are rich and she’s rich  life financially, is easy for her and she knows that she knows that she has it good with money and everything and she uses her money to get what she wants to  also when the club broke up, she was very, very heartbroken her favorite yaoi boy and her friends were no longer friends, and all hated each other. She was so scared. 

Gayle relationship with the club members is well at first they didn’t really want her in the club because by bills logic no girls allowed but she always with the hell of bat and at first I didn’t really know what’s really say to her there probably mean to her, but she didn’t care because you know she can finally have her yaoi in person it just might take a little time she’s not stupid too. She didn’t immediately tell all of them to Kiss. No she waited and waited and waited until the right time came up where she offered Pete $50 to kiss josh and he took that money, Gayle is weird, but so are the club members her relationship with each one is that her and bill hate each other. They really do but meanwhile her and Pete it’s kind of like a sugar mommy situation after he found out how much money she actually had and also found out that she was rich he would always make her feel bad because he doesn’t have that much money, and he lives in poverty in his words so every time when they hang out, she would always take him to the mall to buy him stuff she wouldn’t feel bad about wasting her money. Should just be happy that one of her friends are happy, her relationship with Josh is kind of the same with her and Pete, but also different because with a Josh all he really does is talk about Star Wars or other stuff or complaining about bill at first when they started hanging out he was a little mean but overtime he grow to like Gayle as a friend, of course, and she always defend him whenever bill or the others are making fun of his weight, and Jerry oh oh Jerry he loves her. He wants to be with her but he can’t because she’s a lesbian and she knows that she knows that he wants her and she used that for a vantage to get her yaoi or other stuff he would do for her. She is very nice to him and was the first ever girl to be nice to him and not leave. I mean they are best friends and they care about each other and eventually. Gayle would have to put her foot down until like really tell Jerry that she’s not gonna get with him and he hast to stop a living in this delusion that he made for himself  after the incident at joeshop She went over to each of the boys house first Pete then Josh and then the last Jerry and comfort Jerry when he was in the lowest time of his life she also kind of took the club and made it into her own thing stepping back from the weird fetishization stuff, and just focusing more on being friends with him of course, she still likes her yaoi but she knows how she gets older to not talk about it all the time and realizing that fetishizing real people isn’t really the coolest thing  she also gets in a relationship with Tonya, but they sadly break up due to the fact that Gayle was leaving eltingville and moving to Japan when she turned 20 and she’s been living in Japan, ever cents, only visiting to go see bat she sadly lost contact with the other three and she really had no time to get it back so sad, but with the help of bat she was able to get that contact back and was able to talk to her old friends

[strang3lov3]

get to know your moots!

ty for the tag, @ace-turned-confused!

what's the origin of your blog title?: title or username? strang3lov3 is a depeche mode reference. from their song strangelove lol. but my current blog title says "i'll lay you badly, but i'll lay you gladly" and that's just a quote from roman roy that i like lol

OTP(s) + shipname: mmmmm. bob and linda from bob's burgers.

favorite color: light blue

favorite game: most jackbox games, overcooked, tlou, silent hill 2 remake, unpacking, stray,,,,uhhh what else what else. there's this board game called azul that i really love.

song stuck in your head: okay. party up by dmx but the lyrics are changed to "y'all gonna make me shrink my dink up in here up in here" my fuckin brother in law started singing that when my niece and i did some shrinky dinks on saturday night so. so that's what's marinating in this brain of mine. who up shrinkin they dink rn.

weirdest habit/trait?: i crack like, every fuckin' joint in my body all day long. everything, toes, ankles, knees, hips, fingers, thumbs, wrists, back. it's like a visceral need. i feel Not Right if i have not cracked myself.

hobbies: writing, (attempted) gaming, knitting, drawing, watercolor painting, and spending time with my kitty babies ♡

if you work, what's your profession?: i'm a student! gonna be a high school history teacher one of these days.

if you could have any job you wish what would it be?: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i think i'd just like to not work, like ever.

something you're good at: i am like...concerningly good at hanging paintings and making things level with just my eyeballs.

something you're bad at: being uncomfortable and tolerating pain.

something you love: the lazy river

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: the hierarchy of power between cats in a household. the cat who sits at the highest point of the room sees himself as above everyone else and he will take offense at the notion of being groomed. he is the one who grooms others because he is Top Cat.

something you hate: loudness. being sweaty. tomatoes. avocados.

something you collect: tattoos lol. and perfumes! i don't have the largest collection but i really love getting new perfumes. my most recent purchase is hypnotic poison from dior and i looooove it so much it smells like root beer, which is my favorite pop.

something you forget: to take my birth controllllll. lol. i could never take the pill on time so i switched to the ring, and i'm often late to putting a new one in oopsie

what's your love language?: i'm down to clown with all of the love languages tbh. i am a biiiig mushy love slut deep down. real ones know

favorite movie/show: succession, tlou, bobs burgers, what we do in the shadows, it's always sunny.

favorite food: pad thai, paneer butter masala, and then any combination of carbs + cheese. cheese fries, mac and cheese, breadsticks and cheese, whatever. gimme.

favorite animal: cats and raccoons, which are just like, wilderness cats lol. they're troublesome and i love them.

what were you like as a child?: shy but attention seeking. i am a middle child lol

favorite subject at school?: history + art class.

least favorite subject?: chemistry and physics. those can get fucked

what's your best character trait?: my loving heart, my empathy, my endless patience for animals.

what's your worst character trait?: i kinda...kinda run hot sometimes. and i have a hard time with letting go of anger.

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?: i'd make it just a liiiiiiittle warmer out. it's 6F, feels like -5.

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet?: mmm probably not what the question is asking, but i'd like to go back fuck, 8 years ago now and spend some more time talking to a loved one who passed. our last conversation was him telling me that i could call him at anytime and he'd pick me up from an iffy situation, no questions asked. i'd also like to go back in time and meet my parents and grandparents before they had children

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!) diner by cuntoid ♡ it's a comfort fic to me

npt @cum-a-calla @fridays13th @bitchesuntitled @guiltyasdave @littlepadika-main

@evolnoomym @prettybpdgirl @fawnjaw @angelsanarchy @amanitacowboy

FULL PRESSURE TAG THIS TAG IS THE EQUIVALENT OF ME SPRAYING YOU WITH A PRESSURE WASHER @beefrobeefcal ♡

[downins]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷dating han yuri headcanonsˏˋ°•*⁀➷

a/n: hi pookies, sorry for the hiatus again, i feel like i've been apologising because of this for the millionth time lmao 😭 anyways i'll try to be active again since xo kitty gave me the motivation to write again (mainly cs yuri had me crushing and giggling so) and also in this post, yuri isn't dating juliana !!

listen to: restless, BIBI

how you met:

- jina (principal lim) assigned you as yuri's tutor since she wasn't performing well in academics and on the other hand, you're the top student so why wouldn't you be the perfect tutor?

- you were pretty intimidated at first since you've always perceived yuri as a mean girl and she'd bully you for being a huge nerd or something 😭

- but things were different than what you expected, she was actually semi-nice but just wasn't as interested in studying so you constantly tried your best to help her out to understand topics and figure out on how to tackle exam questions

how she fell for you:

- occasionally, she'd look pretty stressed out than usual which is mainly caused by her parents arguing about the dumbest stuff so you'd constantly ask her about it and try to comfort her

- at first, she wouldn't open up as much but over time she starts to trust you even more and feels more comfortable to talk to you about her problems

- you'd give her the best advice and listen to her whenever she needs somebody which made her start liking you even more, platonically and romantically

how dating her would be like:

- she spoils you like a shit ton, more than you could ever imagine and jina is surprisingly okay with that since yuri's grades and attitude improved a lot. all you need to do is take one single glance at an item, let it be clothes, keychains or pens, whatever you name it, she'll get it for you in a heartbeat. you even had to convince her to stop buying everything for you at some point, she obviously disagreed because it's yuri

- both of you aren't that huge on pda in school to avoid getting seperated as roommates but occasionally she'd pull you in an empty janitor's room for a quick kiss or makeout session because why not?

- she loves doodling on your books in class when you both sit together and would always be in the same group as you for every project, sometimes you'd have to re-explain to her about the topics taught in class because she'd either zoned out or just stared at you the whole time

- she would always use "studying" as an excuse to hangout with you, and you never turn her down :)

- loves going on late night walks with you while getting snacks at convenience stores and just hanging out with you in general because she enjoys your presence that much

- she makes mixtapes for you!! there's so many mixtapes for different situations such as dates, studying, working out etc. she loves knowing that whenever you have your headphones in, you're listening to the mixtapes that she made

- you both attend so many music festivals together, spefically the dj festivals and she often tells you that she would want to be the one on stage performing in the future. you always support her dreams and reassure her that she'll achieve them one day

a/n: sorry for the short headcanon guys!! i promise i'll do better next time <3

[cobra-creampuff]

i think a lot of people have never been in a truly desperate situation but think they have, and this causes them to pass really harsh judgment on people who made bad choices when either irrational or having no good choices to pick instead, and i really wish people could get some fucking self-perception and work on their compassion skills and not fucking do that as much anymore

[sesamestreep]

Given that you are theeeee premier AU consultant around these parts, I would like to request recs for AU fics that you’ve particularly enjoyed/found inventive or cool!

oooooh baby okay!!

-this good omens AU (that kind of turns into a good omens crossover) for daredevil written by @returnsandreturns is one of my favorite things in the whole world. It’s funny and romantic and sweet and historical and it provides me with lots of gender euphoria and regular euphoria when I first read it and every time I’ve re-read it since! Also, everything Chelsea’s ever written is perfect, she’s the ultimate mattfoggy writer in my opinion!

-I was originally not going to include Canon Divergence AUs on this list because that feels like a whole separate category (not exactly canon, not really an AU, but a secret third thing) but then I remembered this timeloop fic for the terror and I consider a timeloop enough of an AU to satisfy my own arbitrary definitions for this list. Everybody loves a timeloop we know, but this one is so well executed and thoughtful and heartbreaking and satisfying, everyone who wants to write a timeloop fic should take note.

-the terror fandom is quite frankly lousy with genius AUs (shocker) so two others worth mentioning are this series (you will always get me by taking a story set on a boat and putting it in space. Also I love stories about astronauts so this really has everything) and this fic (trading out Victorian naval expedition for an almost modern mountaineering setting works eerily well, and the details and characterizations are spot on along with great art!)

-I’ll read basically anything @ponyregrets decides to write at this point, but her pacific rim AU is what actually made me finally watch TOS, which feels like the best endorsement I can give any fic (and thank you to everyone for your patience as I’ve subsequently made Star Trek into a large part of my personality) I’ve now read this AU a dozen times and it truly hits every single time. It manages to perfectly integrate Pacific Rim canon into the Star Trek universe and it’s so sweet and compelling. Highly recommend!

okay I could go on forever like this because most of the fics I love are AUs in some shape or form tbh (@philtstone ’s camp counselors au for lotr and of course your own dungeons and dragons au and f1 au for the falcon and the winter soldier are also among my faves) but I’m losing steam and More Joy Day is drawing to a close, so I’ll leave it there. Happy reading! ♥️📖

[mars-ipan]

Tomorrow Is Election Day And I Am So Fucking Stressed

[northwest-cryptid]

I literally feel like I'm dying and I need to see a doctor, but I can't worry about that right now because

My bank account is literally in the negatives because I'm too disabled to work and can't make money but I can't worry about that right now because

I'm months overdue on getting my car new tags, but it won't even start if I could drive it so I need to jump the battery and get gas which I don't have money for, but I can't worry about that right now because

People are still expecting me to be social across numerous friend groups and it's pulling me in so many directions that I'm stretched so thin I'm running on no social battery for the last month, but I can't worry about that right now because

I still need to actually clean the house, do the dishes, clean the cat litter boxes, vacuum, and do my laundry... but I can't worry about that right now because

I still need to actually set up my new desk so I can stream since I haven't been able to do that for weeks and streaming is unfortunately my only source of income for how little I make every month, but I can't worry about that right now because

My partner is going through a really hard time right now and I need to be there for her and do what I can to make sure she's okay.

[icterid-rubus]

So now on top of coming with me to the Christmas lights yesterday, later this week my classmate is going with me to the zoo to see their lights, then to ice cream on the weekend, and finally a birthday treat before Christmas. I’m quite pleased but also, ow, my wallet.

[camgoloud]

you know sorry if i’m being unnecessarily testy about this but i do simply feel that if you’re the one who reaches out to me asking if i want to make plans and hang out tonight and then i come back fifteen minutes later saying sure, i’m free, what would you like to do? you shouldn’t then blow me off to hang out at your boyfriend’s apartment all day without so much as a reply