#price would probably be $20 idk

[asterbats]

Wanted to draw out a Quinn design that's inspired by Phantom of the Opera as a warmup (since she's a bilateral gynandromorph now and I was wondering if I could play with that some more) and got semi carried away? Heavily doubting I'll switch to this because I don't think I care for the hair, plus I haven't even seen the play, but maybe I'll recycle the idea for a different character (or finish this design, remove the Quinn bits, and sell it as an adopt if ppl are interested in that)

[gingisnap]

Wanna see d20 live at climate pledge in Seattle or maybe even make a trip to Vegas but I would have nobody to go with

[bibleofficial]

saw a starfish on the beach today & was absolutely ENAMOURED - literally 3 of us were just squatting over this tide pool watching him move

[13eyond13]

Went on a little bookstore run today and couldn't resist buying the first volume of Berserk... and god the "Parental Advisory" warning sticker on it was SO NOSTALGIC, I can't remember the last time I bought a piece of media with something like that stuck on it (probably back in the 2000s when I used to buy CDs?) Took me right back to feeling like an angsty badass 14 year old rebel whose parents just don't understand hahaha

[the-kneesbees]

do I buy the cd player.

[lqfiles]

PAY THE PRICE — smau

after getting evicted out of your old place, you're left with no other choice but to look for a cheaper alternative. which is how you end up becoming neighbours with lee haechan, who has a passion for music and disturbing whatever peace and quiet there is.

or in which you found yourself a very nice apartment, the only issue? your neighbour is your friend's somewhat ex-situationship who won't stop playing his guitar at 2 am in the night.

neighbour!haechan x fem!reader

genre ; enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, probably slow burn, humour, neighbours au.

extras ; haechan is kinda an asshole | boy next door + likes everyone but you trope-ish | profanity and death jokes because they’re silly! | probably romantic tension | some mark x reader here and there | renjun and jaemin having their own e2bffs moment | probably inaccurate depiction of how someone would get evicted pls don’t shoot me 😅

notes ; i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan <333 idk i got nothing better to do now so i’ll just start this because i know i won’t be posting any of the other long fic wips any time soon 😭

PLAYLIST ; She , Tyler The Creator — For The Night , Chloe Bailey — IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU , Bktherula — Surprise , Chloe Bailey — I Wanna Be down , Brandy — Suite Life , FLO — Is It A Crime? , No Guidnce — Round&Round , NCT U .

STATUS ; completed! (18.02.25)

profiles (1) profiles (2)

intro

1 ) jaehyun’s trophy wife

2 ) free cookies (not really)

3 ) midnight disturbance

4 ) attempted murder?

5 ) THIS IS FAMILY

6 ) haechan’s second identity

7 ) kiss buddies and useless complaints

8 ) critically acclaimed idgaf veteran

9 ) founders keepers..?

10 ) yangyang’s new interest (y/n)

11 ) a late welcome party

12 ) invest in a cage jaemin

13 ) cat fight (REAL)

14 ) the cure to a lack of sleep = cup pong

15 ) who said quiet guys can’t be freaky?

16 ) you got a girlfriend?

17 ) i DO have a girlfriend

18 ) this is life, i love life..

19 ) nah. they fucking.

20 ) let’s play apex?

21 ) whole house mad

22 ) drunken regrets

23 ) he’s got to be fucking with me..

24 ) a sincere apology letter (kinda)

25 ) are we cool or not?

26 ) we’re good (for real)

27 ) a personal guitar lesson

28 ) LIVE TWEETING YNHAE MOMENTS

29 ) a moment of vulnerability

30 ) friendly q&a between friends

31 ) that’s strange.. that’s weird..

32 ) solution to job loss = family guy (???)

33 ) what has jaehyun done for society?

34 ) ynhae bonding activity hours

35 ) an unwanted double date with yangyang

36 ) an overwhelming realisation

37 ) the universe can kill itself

38 ) a “what are we” conversation

39 ) i got that hair too, kinda

40 ) reviewing haechan’s tweet and new issues

41 ) diagnosed with the crush disease

42 ) putting your satisfaction first

43 ) some girl talk with mark.. this diva..

44 ) girls day gone WRONG

45 ) homies before hoemies

46 ) #BringBackGenderNorms2024

47 ) no one but us

48 ) the words of the DEVIL

49 ) remove the fake from life

50 ) y/n and jaemin would’ve loved this

51 ) you’re a queen and he’s just.. there

52 ) we are sooooo fixing this

53 ) spiritual connection attempts

54 ) satanic mind manipulation

55 ) cucklord

56 ) when you kinda gaf

57 ) when you been thuggin it out for so long

58 ) a second try

59 ) be careful who you call OOMF

60 ) the paid price

BONUS:

TBA . . .

TAGLIST is closed

[pintrestgrl]

SAD!STRIPPER!READER WITH NICE!POGUE!RAFE.

warnings — mentions of stripping from a young age, paying for sexual services, angst, fluff if u like squint ig, mentions of underage stripping (18) mentions of abuse, profanity, idk thats like it ok enjoy

plz plz keep in mind that i am not a stripper n this fic is likely not accurate

BONUS POINTS IF U NOTICE THE DETAIL IN THE ENDDD

reader is technically latina in my mind , but u can imagine her as different if u want idc. reader is shorter, n more petite for the storyline

enjoyyyy and lmk ur thoughts in the notess

this wasnt rafes first choice. he had just gotten off work, and all the bars had closed at 2am around 30 minutes ago. but he desperately needed a glass of whiskey. the only place still open that served alcohol, was the towns one and only strip club.

he thought it once over, weighing the pros and cons in his head, before ultimately deciding that there wasnt too much that could go wrong if he went. it was so late, it probably wouldn’t even be too busy. he would get his drink, and go home.

or so he thought. he was right about the busyness of the place, but the second he saw you sitting on the edge of the stage, legs dangling, leaning back on your hands, he knew he wasnt gonna leave right away. he was the only guy in there, thank god.

he managed to make it to the bar, ordering a double instead of his usual single. he knew he had to talk to you, but he also knew he needed the extra confidence. you weren’t facing the bar, allowing him to really analyze your face. you looked, sad. now that he really looked at you.

it was odd. you didnt even look temporarily sad, it looked permanent. like the emotion had been etched into you since birth. he couldn’t stop looking. his eyes finally left you when the barkeep set his bill down infront of him. he called out after, “who do i talk to for a private session?”

the bartender sighed, rolling her eyes. “there’s only like two dancers left here, ‘n they probably aint up for a session right now.” rafe shook his head, speaking up again. “i’ll pay good. as much as she’ll take.” the woman glanced up, behind rafe. “go talk to james, up there. he’ll set you up.” rafe nodded, leaving a $20 on the bartop and heading over to the man.

he was an older guy, he looked rough. tired. he was sitting in a chair, counting money. the mans eyes looked up at him, looking him over. he spoke. “what you need, kid?” rafe cleared his throat, a bit nervous. “was looking for a private session. with the girl over there.” the man chuckled, the gravely noise filling the air. “bambi. her names bambi.”

rafe nodded, taking his wallet out. “yeah— i want her.” the man raised his brows at the leather in rafes hand, speaking. “you want a vip session, or a private?” rafe furrowed his brows, confused. “whats the difference?” the man smiled again, clearly amused.

“vip, you can touch her, and she can take off her clothes. but she charges however much she wants. how long you want her?” rafe ran the mans words through his mind, thinking. he wanted to talk to her for a while. he wanted to see her fully, no matter the price. “the vip. i want her for an hour.”

the man nodded, writing something down on a piece of paper. “she’ll probably charge you around $850 for that. that okay?” rafe nodded, wincing a bit at the price. the man spoke up again, “also, if she does end up taking her clothes off, tip her well. really well.” the man smiled eerily creepy, insinuating something that made rafe feel off.

the manager yelled something in spanish at the girl, her understanding. she headed to the door behind her. the manager yelled something nodded rafe off to follow her. he trailed behind her, noticing her skimpy yet comfortable clothes. she had on a tiny bra, barely covering her nipples. and a thin as floss thong underneath the black sweats that hanged low on her hips.

she had really long hair. down past her ass. it was straight too.

he wanted to know if that was its natural state or not.

he wanted to know her. in and out. her pet peeves, her hobbies, her fears.

she led him to a room, lit up by red lights. it contained a large velvet black couch, a coffee table, and a pole. the girl sat down on the couch, her knees tucked to her chest. rafe paused infront of her, unsure. he had never been anywhere like this. she looked up at him, her sad looking eyes, before she spoke. “are you gonna sit?” he nodded quickly, sitting to the side of her.

she was looking at him, and he returned her gaze. she was beautiful, genuinely. she wasn’t even wearing any makeup either, completely bare. he liked looking at her. a lot. she spoke, again. “are you okay?” he laughed, not on purpose. just on instinct. “yeah? why do you ask?”

she let her chin rest on her knee, still keeping his gaze. “because you aren’t telling me what you want me to do.” he studied her expression, accidentally stopping at her lips for a moment. “i just want you to do whatever you wanna do.” she sat up at this, checking his face to make sure he was serious.

he could tell she didnt know how to respond, so he spoke again. he was starting to get more comfortable. “you wanna tell me about you?” she nodded, before answering. “what do you wanna know?” he shrugged. he honestly just wanted to hear her talk. “how’d you get into stripping?”

she let her eyes drop from his, fidging with the drawstring of her sweats instead. “i was really young. like, younger then i should have been. i needed money— and i just went to the first club i could find. then i moved states, started working here.” he nodded, listening to her talk. he liked her voice.

“why’d you move?” she glanced around the room, before nervously speaking. “this ex boyfriend. wouldn’t leave me alone, so i left.” he nodded, looking straight ahead now too. he felt guilty for asking, but he didnt know why. he knew she seemed uncomfortable about it though. he wouldn’t mention it again.

“you like what you do?” he asked. she nodded. “mhm. its fun, ‘n the moneys good.” he registered her words, holding on to them. “why’d you get into it so young?” she tensed up, again. he felt bad. “needed to get out of my dads house. needed to eat.” rafe nodded. the more he listened to her, the more he analyzed her features, he realized just how truly sad she seemed.

“isnt it dangerous? bein’ so young and stripping. has anything ever happened?” she chewed on her bottom lip, looking down. “more at the first club then here.” he nodded, urging her to continue. “what happened at the first club?” she sighed, rolling her eyes. she seemed, off.

“the manager— he wasn’t good. he was pimping on the side ‘n would use girls from the club. he wouldn’t give us a choice about it either; if you didn’t wanna walk the blade, he would— take more out of your pay, beat on the girls ‘n stuff like that.” she spoke. rafe felt nauseous. it was so sick. this girl was no older then 21. she started working underaged at the club, to a pimp who beat her.

rafe spoke. “you were a hooker?” she looked at him, disappointedly. “no. i told him i wouldn’t do it.” rafe felt bad for asking that. she seemed offended. “so he beat you?” rafe spoke, her answer being a light nod. “yeah. he set me up too.” he looked at her, his brows furrowed concerningly.

“set you up like how?” he asked, softly. she tucked her knees back to her chest, before speaking. “had these guys jump ‘n rape me when i was leaving work. why are you asking me this?” her expression was one that rafe couldn’t make it out. it seemed like she was almost nonchalant about the topic.

“i just— sorry. im sorry. you dont have to talk to me about it.” rafe spoke. that killed him. she was a small girl too, defenseless really. and she probably thought that treatment was normal. like she deserved it. she studied his expression for a moment, before looking away. a silence fell in the room. for a while, too. until finally, she spoke again. “why haven’t you told me to take my clothes off yet?” she asked, looking back to him. he shrugged. that idea hadn’t even came to mind yet.

“i ‘dunno. you can if you want.” she narrowed her eyes, her brows furrowed. “you paid $750 to talk to me for an hour?” rafe laughed, before replying. “i guess, if you put it that way.” she smiled, for the first time they had been in that room. “so, you didn’t come in here to fuck?” she asked. he shook his head immediately, answering. “no. god no. i just wanted to talk to you.”

she tilted her head, checking his gaze for seriousness. “why?” he shrugged yet again, “you interested me. you’re really pretty too.” she smiled, again. he liked that it was him that made her smile. “thank you.” she spoke, rafe nodding. “your hours almost up.” she reminded him, rafe sighing. “can i pay for another one?” she looked at him, like he was asking the dumbest question in the world.

“you’re not paying me just to talk. i wont let you. and the clubs gonna close soon.” she spoke. rafe chewed his lip, he wanted to keep talking. he had an idea, but he wasn’t sure if she would even be okay with it. he figured he could try, though. “can we go to your place?” he asked carefully, tiptoeing over the question. she raised her brows, replying. “its against the policy to go home with customers.” she said.

rafe was about to give up, shoving the idea off his mind before he heard her speak again. “just— here,” she trailed off, grabbing a pen from the pocket of her sweats. she took his hand, writing an address on the top of it. “you can come. but we aren’t fucking. or doing anything like that.” rafe was fucking ecstatic.* he didnt even wanna fuck her, he would take what he could get.

he tried to reply as nonchalantly as he could, brushing off the way his fingers felt against hers. how small her hand was compared to his. “yeah. thats perfect— thats fine. thank you.” she nodded, getting up from the couch before turning and looking at him, speaking. “leave 10 minutes after me. dont make it obvious.” he nodded, looking up at the idea of the most beautiful girl he had ever dreamt of.

she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss below his eye. it felt like he was in fucking highschool, painfully hard in his pants from a brush of a hand and a kiss on the cheek. she left the room after that, leaving rafe. he figured she was gonna be leaving then, so he waited his 10 minutes before getting to his truck and leaving too.

he pulled into a small house, deep in the ghetto. it was decorated nicely though, string lights and wind chimes adorning the front porch. he got out of the truck, knocking on the door shortly after. she answered, looking showered with her hair wet. she was wearing a big graphic t-shirt, lettering adorned on the back of it. didn’t seem like she was wearing pants.

“hey,” he spoke, smiling down at her. he realized truly how small she was, tiny really. it was clear now why she was called ‘bambi’. “hi. she spoke, inviting him in. he walked in, analyzing the place. it was clean, very clean. cozy, too. warm lighting filling the room. she walked through the room, him figuring he should follow. he had to be at least a foot taller then her.

he followed, her walking into a room. seemed like it was hers. it was filled with candles, vanilla. he liked it. she sat on her bed, leaving him standing. he didn’t wanna sit on her bed if she didnt want him too. but she spoke, clearing the air. “you can sit.” he nodded, moving to the other side of her bed. he took his shoes off, before she spoke. “you can take your pants off too.” he nodded, slipping his jeans off and sitting to the side of her.

“can i ask you something?” she spoke, him answering with a nod. “why haven’t you asked me for sex yet? and why are you being so nice?” he leaned back, his arms stretched behind his head. her sitting up still, next to him. he spoke “i dont expect you to do things you dont want to do. i just— think you’re a nice girl. i wanted to get to know you.”

she stayed silent for a moment, analyzing his face, before she spoke, “whats your name? he smiled, looking at her. “rafe.” she nodded, speaking back. “i like you, rafe. you’re sweet.” he laughed, replying. “thanks. ‘preciate it.” she laid down, her head unexpectedly going to his chest. he let her, lifting his arm for her to lay on. she pulled the blanket over the two of them, putting on a movie soon after.

this felt— intimate. domestic. he liked it. he wanted to do this often, specifically with her. only her. he carefully let his hand go to her hip, testing the waters. she didnt tense, didnt flinch. in fact, she almost seemed to lean in to his touch. he really, really liked that.

he watched the movie with her, a silence filling the air. except it wasnt uncomfortable. it was more then comfortable, it felt good. he soon felt her go limp against him, presumably falling asleep.

he wouldn’t move a fucking inch. he liked this so, so much. maybe too much. he felt already attached to her. which might have been bad, but he couldn’t bring myself to care. he would savor this moment, and hold on to it as long as he could. he was relaxed by her presence, put at peace.

he soon felt exhaustion fill him, succumbing to rest.

he woke up for a moment, presumably in the middle of the night, to her laying more on top of him now. her head resting to the side of his, her legs tangled with his. he rubbed her back absentmindedly, eyes catching on to her hair. it was dry now. long, pretty, loose curls falling from her head.

now he knew, her natural hair was wavy.

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[thatbadadvice]

I (15f) am slightly worried that I led on some guys I did not mean to lead on.

There are two guys that I've hung out with over longer spans of time or regularly.

1. Hung out with him for several hours non-stop cause he was fun to hang out with, and we took a walk in the forest aswell, he got (slightly) touchy but not that much.

2. Works in a shop in my small city and I go there almost weekly just to hang out but always buy something, he sometimes offers me drinks for free (twice by now) or reduces the price.

They both got my insta too

However, the problem is that a) I'm not looking for a relationship and, more importantly, b) they are both in their 20s.

I took care to mention that I am only 15 to both of them but idk if that changed anything. Any advice? I also don't want to confront them directly cause I might have just interpreted it like this.

Hello, anonymous!

Thank you for writing in. I am delighted to inform you that you have excellent judgment for wondering what the hell is going on here, and for questioning these guys' behavior toward you.

Grown-ass men — and that is what dudes in their 20s are — bear the burden of not being weird to, for, or about young women of your age. It is the grown-ass men of the world who are obligated not to make you, or young women like you, feel weird about literally anything. In fact, grown-ass men should go out of their way, on purpose and with gusto, NEVER to get even within ten million football fields' worth of "(slightly) touchy" with a gal of your age. So that's my read on Mr. Walk In The Woods. I have less to say definitively about Mr. Free/Cheap Drinks, but I trust your judgment: if you feel like Mr. Free/Cheap Drinks is sending some ~ signals ~, you're right about it.

It sounds like both of these Grown-Ass Men are trying to make pretty creepo moves, so let me be clear: nothing you could ever do could even possibly in the most remote sense amount to "leading them on," because you are not responsible for the behavior of Grown-Ass Men.

I think you know this, or you wouldn't be asking the Bad Advisor this question. You know they're being weird. You know you haven't done anything beyond exist in these dudes' general sphere, which you are entitled to do! You are allowed to exist in the world without having to swat off the advances of older guys! It really sucks that girls and women can just be living our regular-ass lives and have dudes be at us like this. But you're not responsible for their decisions — whether it's a decision to offer you free/cheap drinks (with strings attached, implied) or to get (slightly) handsy during a walk in the woods.

The fact that you told both of these Grown-Ass Men explicitly that you are 15 years old should have sent both of them spinning back into the sun with shame and embarrassment, not that they probably needed it spelled out, but GOOD ON YOU for making it so clear. That is actually terribly brave of you, and they should have fallen all over themselves to not fall all over you subsequently. They should be mortified about their behavior.

You did not misinterpret their actions; and if you did, who cares? Some dudes who weren't hitting on a 15-year-old will continue to not hit on a 15-year-old? Girl, your self-preservation instinct is INTACT and WORKING. It's on them not to be creepos. Any Grown-Ass Man who is on the level and not a weirdo would 1000000000000% never need to be told "Hey dude, I'm 15" in the first place. You have good judgment. You are reading these men correctly.

So what do you do about your good judgment? Well, first — no more walks in the woods. Suddenly you have an urgent appointment that precludes all walks in woods! The benefit-of-the-doubt ship has sailed. Dude got handsy and you dislike it. Dunzo. You are unavailable for future walks in woods (or anywhere). You've got a test to study for, a practice to go to, some buddies to hang out with elsewhere. So sorry, no-can. Dude can find a 20-to-90-something-year-old woman to paw up under the canopy if that's his jam. There are scores of women his age and older who'd be glad (i guess?) to get felt up while some dude shoves them ~ romantically ~ against the bark of a moldy Hackberry.

As for Mr. Free/Cheap Drinks — look, I appreciate the appeal of a discount beverage — but I think you gotta be prepared to aggressively (politely) pay for your drinks. Dude says "This one is on the house" and you DGAF, because you've got $5 cash and you're laying it on the counter with a smile and saying "I really appreciate it, but I'd like to pay for my drink — you get it!"

It's the "you get it!" that's really the key here. It's polite, but clear. It demands that these Grown-Ass Dudes do the work of not getting it and saying so if they're gonna be that dippy about it. You can use it on Mr. Handsy In The Woods, too. You can't do X, Y, Z because Reasons -- "Gotta get back to piano practice, it would be weird if I stayed here, since we're just friends! You get it!"

You shouldn't have to do the work of offering these dippos the "you get it" out, but it's a safe and reliable way of making it clear that they better the fuck get it. Like, they better the fuck understand that you are 15 and they are being weird about this whole deal.

Practice:

"Oh, I'd like to chill but doing another big long hang alone together would make it seem like we're going out or something, and that would be weird -- you get it."

"I appreciate the discount, but if I keep taking these drinks, it'll seem like you LIKE me or something. That's weird, right? You get it!"

If either of these Grown-Ass Men gets sketchy about these very polite brush-offs, that shit is on them and will only confirm what you know: you have great judgment. These dudes are weird. If they're going to be weird, you can be so polite that they have to explain why, specifically, they are being weird and don't understand what you are politely saying, which is that their interest in you is weird.

You have not led these Grown-Ass Men on by existing in their universe. You have not led them on by being polite to them and tolerating their inappropriate advances to preserve your own safety. The concept of "leading on" is bullshit, fucked up, heteronormative dipshittery that puts the burden on women, mostly, to account for the crappy behavior of men who can, do, and should know better. I assure you these men know better, and they think you don't. That's why older guys pursue younger and teen women in the first place — they think they get to be the big men in charge, because they're afraid they can't manipulate women their own age.

Here's what, though: they can't manipulate you, either. You are clever, self-possessed and a great self-advocate. They're being weird. You're being smart. Make sure they know it.

[yudrein-aile]

I have reached ch 400 of turning. Kinda obsessed with the difference between the two timelines Kishiyu... Yudrain is like. Young! And doesn't understand politics that well. And there's so much baggage. And meanwhile Yuder is like. 30. He's constantly like "ah these young kids". There's still baggage but he is so much older and experienced and Kishiar responds to that differently than he did + different circumstances (like. Ch 400. Full info not yet revealed). Anyway I came to !!! Because idk who else to !!! At about this

Please !!! here any time, I love hearing your thoughts! sorry you're getting a whole god damn essay reply i had to put a read more.

Yuder is, and continues to be, incredibly harsh on his younger self, especially at the start, some of it is deserved - calling his younger self arrogant and quick to anger - but a lot of it, I think, is also just colored by how much was asked of him vs. how much he could do.

Yuder judges immediately in the first chapter that joining the Cavalry seemed "like a chance for dazzling success and thrilling adventures" as he had not "outgrown his boyishness". In the same paragraph he also judges that he didn't know anything about the intrigues and politics he'd find himself in, "that everything comes with a price, and that he was not well-suited for such pursuits".

In chapter 3 he straight up calls his twenty-year-old self "a poor country bumpkin with a gloomy expression".

So like, the impression we get of twenty-year-old Yuder, to me, is that of a 20 year old kid, who's not really socialized because his grandfather died seven years ago and he's been on his own ever since, and thinks that maybe getting to meet others like him, measuring his powers against them, would be fun.

Generally spekaing, the vibes I got from Yuder is that if he could, he would've done nothing but train all day. He's not interested in leadership, but then he's made Cavalry Commander. In chapter 2, he points out this rise in status himself:

"The previous Yuder had held a great deal of power and influence as the Cavalry commander of the Empire, but now he was nothing more than a young newcomer from the countryside. Who would actually listen to someone like that?"

Think back on the literary lessons - most Cavalry members couldn't even read or write when they joined the Cavalry. Yuder could read, but not really write well. Imagine that, he's twenty, he just learned how to write properly, Kishiar manages to mcfuck himself up during the Red Stone Retrieval Mission and decides "yes, that one will be my successor".

Like to Yuder, even ten years later, it seemed like Kishiar pretty quickly and decisively decided to make Yuder his successor.

Why did Kishiar La Orr pass the position of leader to Yuder at that time? And without any hesitation, as if it had been planned from the beginning.

And it's mentioned at times - a lot more later when Yuder knows what's up - we learn also that Yuder received proper lessons from Kishiar (and Nathan) and probably a whole bunch of other people to prep him for his work as Commander. Because Yuder does do well. The Cavalry is thriving, outpacing every other organization withing years. Sure, he's an interpersonal nightmare, but he did also pay for like parties if it was requested or so. And again, he went from semi literate commoner to Count and, argueably, one of the Emperor's most trusted men. That's insane.

And now in the second timeline, Yuder takes that knowledge with him. He knows what to expect, what he learned by trial and error. Just think about the second gender manifestations that go well. Heck, his own, I'd argue, is his turning (ha) point. The first 150ish chapters really do feel like Yuder's only in survival mode, but after his own second gender manifestation, the thing that IMO definitely fucked up his and Kishiar's relationship in the first timeline (mutual non-con my beloved trope <3), it's like an awakening (sorry full of bad puns today).

And for their relationship in the 2nd timeline!! Kishiar and Nathan both pick up that Yuder's more skilled than he should be. In chapter 17 we have this exchange:

"Nathan." "Yes." After Yuder left, Kishiar, staring at the chilled teacup on the opposite side, opened his mouth. Kishiar's cup was empty, but the one on the other side remained untouched, just as it had been from the start. "What do you think of that guy?" It was an unusual question. Nathan pondered for a moment before answering. "If I hadn't heard of his background beforehand, I would never have guessed he was a commoner." He was unmistakably a commoner, an orphan, barely twenty, yet he did not falter in front of Nathan, let alone in front of the noble duke who was as esteemed as the heavens.

And in chapter 59 we got:

Ever since first meeting him, Nathan Zuckerman had been continually investigating Yuder Aile's background. But just as his lord had predicted, there was nothing to find. His past was impeccably clean.

People regularly are in genuine awe of Kishiar because of the whole sun god thing, and I'd say in the first timeline, while also annoyed with Kishiar, to a degree did treat him according to station before he was made Commander and was even more annoyed with Kishiar.

And now here comes second timeline Yuder who had like. meals with the Emperor and knows Kishiar, to a degree at least.

And Kishiar very much picks up on this. He's got a prodigy on his hands who's not afraid to say what he means - not because of arrogance, but because he's straightfroward and correct. He's fascinated with Yuder to the point of propositioning him to figure out what he's on. (rip to Nathan hope you never learn of this).

Like, man if I have to put it into words, I think 2nd TL Kishiar falls in love because he's fascinated and interested by Yuder and wants to know him wholeheartedly, while for Yuder it hmm feels a lot more like hmm devotion/dedication to an ideal? Which makes Kishiar's genuine joy when he learns a small thing about Yuder a delight to read and vice versa when Yuder realizses why Kishiar acts in a certain way.

Like in 199 we got Kishiar saying , "I was merely asking out of curiosity. Isn't it a natural human tendency to want to know more about a subject of interest?"

(Also love how in 200 Yuder is like "Kishiar is so smart and skilled it's only a question of time until he manages to seduce me" babygirl what the FUCK is that thought process. can't you just say he's hot and charming and you both have a competency kink)

uuh. i think i lost the plot a little replying to your ask but like. yes. i love how the different circumstances shape their experience and attraction to each other,

[anonmousegosqueak]

I wanna write like, a proper one shot for me fantasy/medieval au. I want to include Red in there as well, but I don't wanna do him any injustice. You think you could do like a, "Get to Know Me" for Red?

-🦴

IM GETTING DOWN ON ONE KNEE-

Ehm. Sorry about that! I just uh- I like it when people like things I made.

So yeah, I'ma do a random 50 questions to characterize them and a short background. Feel free to skip to the end for the summary, I'm going to be overthinking all the questions.

Big thanks to this person on reddit for the questions! Check the post out!

These will be broken up into the sets of ten. I'm also skipping the last page because it's about me and that scares me!

1) surprisingly enough, they really like the color brown! Like soft warm browns, not mud but a warm soup broth and stuff like that.

2) uhhh- disassociating? Being alone isn't exactly their thing, they'd much rather be near someone, even if they don't speak with whoever it is. If it's necessary though they tend to get productive, cleaning, cooking, that kinda stuff. Not for fun though, more because if they didn't they'll spend the entire time staring at their lighter and wondering just how flammable that asshole down the street is...

3) idk, they say mate a lot? They're also an Aussie so like... Oh- they do like "fuck me dead"! They get frustrated a lot :3

4) nothing anymore. Like, genuinely, nothing. They go to sleep and then wake up. They used to dream of stuff but that's all faded, now they'll always look confused when someone mentions a dream they had.

5) they didn't exactly grow up with cartoons so now they're practicing obsessed. I dunno about relate but they like Bubbles from the og Powerpuff Girls.

6) strength? Creativity. Give them a leaf and they'll burn their enemies in a blazing fire. Weakness? Uh- creativity? Like poor Price has to keep them on a leash so they won't do horrible war crimes and arson people. (Can you tell they like fire? They *really* like fire)

7) “The world outside is lost. We alone know the way to the next level.” -Marshall Applewhite (Heaven’s Gate) they like it because the outside world is lost but y'know what? That's okay. They're just as lost as the rest of them, even with knowing the 'truth'.

8) the idea that they were wrong, that they fought so hard to leave what will only turn out to be fact.

9) I don't know, I'm not a musician.

10) "Calm (a lie), adventurous, and hot." Okay luv, let's tone that ego down...

11) Cult, rescue, cool dad 😎, travel, cooler dad who lets them do arson.

12) that time they watched their brother get drowned in front of them for his sins? Y'know how it is! :D

13) honestly, it's more like "if they weren't in a literal cult, what would be different?" They'd probably be a lot more adjusted? Maybe a gardener? Definitely not part of the 141, that's for sure.

14) they literally picked up smoking because in all reality, they just wanted a lighter for pyro reasons but a cute girl thought they smoked and they didn't know what to do so they started smoking. It never worked out, they then had to go through the whole process of quitting.

15) what do you think?

16) not great! Born and raised in a cult for the first thirteen years of their life, ended up getting rescued after a ritual that left everyone but them dead. They got adopted by this real nice man in Scotland though(no relation to Soap, no matter how much he hypes it up) hence why they could join the British army despite, y'know, being Australian?

17) honestly? It's whatever. Not good, better than it was before. They like their current team, they like hot men (Gaz especially, they fell head over heels for him and never fully recovered), they like an excuse to set shit on fire. It's the best they're gonna get.

18) comfort oc, no one dies. No. One.

19) never being born? It seems dark, yeah, but just *one* change wouldn't cut it. They'd need to change dozens of things just for a semi-normal life.

20) to them, it already has. This is it boys, this is their peek. Closest thing they have to happiness, and y'know what? That's okay.

21) eheh. Bio family? May they rot in their unmarked graves. Dad? He's good! Chill even! They call monthly and Red visits whenever they can. He's got a small farm somewhere in the Highlands, real nice place. Sweet guy too, just trying his best :3

22) so in-between comfy home life and soldier, they traveled around the world (illegally). Y'know what that means? 1, they've got a Google translate level of understanding of a lot of languages (aka inaccurate but you get the idea) and 2, they were a fuckboy 😎 no real relationships but they've got some experience in the sheets, y'know what I mean? (They're a sad wet cat who cried the first time they were given flowers)

23) 141 and that's about it. Yeah they have contacts, yeah they have 'friends', but that's more because someone owes someone a favor. They're real close with Soap though! Explosions x fire, Scottish (not really but Soap doesn't care, he's desperate after being surrounded by British people and Roach), just real close friends!

24) no.

25) no. (But they try)

26) life of the party! Absolutely miserable though, would much rather be petting the hosts cat than doing shots and making jokes but whatever. They gotta do what they gotta do.

27) that's a complicated question! I think it's not exactly types of people, it's more how they met/their relationship. Yeah they like good people but also they've got no issues with criminals as long as it's valid. Really they like everyone unless given a reason not to.

28) loud, dependent, gets angry easily, but they've also got a real sweet side who just wants to sit near you and listen to you speak. I think if y'all aren't close they're changing their personality for you, if y'all *are* close then they're actually really chill? And just kinda need a hug?

29) they don't want a pet themselves but they like other people's pets! Dad's sheep are a highlight.

30) I don't know 😎

(cutting some because I can)

32) Gaz. If Gaz is in danger and Price isn't there to keep them sain? Shits going up in flames. Really any if any of them were in danger but especially Gaz.

38) if it's not personal/they're not doing too good "Fuck yeah you do, I'm 'mazing!" If it's actually honest? "... you're an idiot... But I appreciate it."

39) oh that poor baby. They're avoiding past Red like the plague, they cannot deal with it.

40) "what. The. ACTUAL. FUCK." :D they love me!

42) fire type. Need I say more? Fire/Ghost if you're feeling fancy~

45) "...why do I have tits?"

48) not exactly a secret but they dye their hair. It's usually blond but they prefer a brown. Somehow people just... Don't notice? Like yeah they touch it up often, yeah their hair grows slowly, but *huh?* They don't even try to hide it!

50) have you seen half the men on their team?! I'm sorry but Price is a "hear me out" on his own, I don't need to elaborate. Him, again from Powerpuff Girls. Tutu and knee-high boots? They'd bark.

Mary-Ann "Red" [REDACTED],

Born in Australia and raised as part of a literal cult

Twin brother died (drowned for religious purposes) at around 9

Escaped at 13

Taken in and raised in Scotland by a real cool guy

Left home at 18 to travel the world (not with a passport or anything, just kinda going places)

Came back and joined the army

Got heatstroke on a mission, hence the callsign

Worked their way through the ranks

Transferred to the 141 and stayed there

RELATIONSHIPS:

Price = father figure 2.0 and leash to make sure they don't go arson

Ghost = big brother? They both have traumatic pasts, bonded over that.

Soap = BFF. Explosions? Hell yeah! Also Soap likes that they're technically Scottish (even if they're more Australian than anything)

Gaz = Crush/close friends

Roach = another pair of besties except Roach is literally Ohio rizzler and now Red has a crush on him as well

Nikolai = father figure 3.0? More like the cool uncle who they can bond over being a polyglot with.

Laswell = MOTHER figure? The only one lmao.

AleRudy = They really liked them! Hopes they team up again :3

Okay! I think that's all? Sorry about that, I blacked out and now I've got a page of rambling. Enjoy ig? I'ma totally wake up tomorrow and be like "huh? Wha? Was I hacked?"

[x-reader-things]

These are 1 am thoughts about Ekko turned 2 am hcs for like a modern AU, take them w / what you will-

If Arcane was set in like a Modern AU he'd be genuinely way more happy and probably more easy going than he is in Arcane- :(

Sure he'd have is moments yknow but he'd be super chill to be around. He'd be in Uni rn!! He's around 19 at the start of Arcane and 20 at the end of the second season!! He'd be lamenting over labs he'd gotta do for his classes, he'd probably have an art class or two as well. Probably helps out at a community center every now and then.

Would he still be tired as hell?? Yeah - who wouldn't be.

I mean dude would have Uni and everything and probably a part time job [maybe it's the community center stuff idk]-

Augh he'd have a therapist probably I'm ngl but honestly that's good, he'd so have one to help him out w / anxiety and everything-

He is.

Probably a former Gifted Kid ™️.

Music taste on point ofc, and his art??????? I'D BE JEALOUS OF HIM HONESTLY LIKE D A M N-

He'd be the guy I'd have a squish / maybe crush on but would be too nervous to actually. Talk to him. Bc I personally have social anxiety so everyone's intimidating to me, tbh- even online it is so bad, holy hell - Anyways enough Ray Lore back to Ekko-

He'd still be close to Scar!! That is his righthand man and probably his best friend. Scar would be the older almost-done-w/-his-bachelor-degree friend w / a kid already [genuinely do not know of that baby Scar was holding in season 1 was canonically confirmed to be his but the fandom for the past few years had already decided that he is The Father, so yknow]

EKKO WOULD DEFINITELY SPOIL THAT KID-

And he'd also be in contact with w / vi and the other's too, even if it's a bit estranged or smth like that, idk- cause Vi's his older sibling figure and the rest of her family was his friends, so he talks w / them every so often-

Also he'd skateboard instead of hoverboard!! He'd definitely use his desk in his dorm as like a workbench outside of engineering classrooms, labs and workshops n stuff like that-

OH AND HE'D DEFINITELY SUPPORT LOCAL ARTISTS!! The uni he'd be in would be probably kind of close to the arts district of the city he's in and he'd walk around there and go to like small showings and live events n stuff, probably art markets too. OH AND THAT PART OF THE CITY WOULD HAVE A BUNCH OF MURALS ON EACH BUILDING TOO, DEPENDING ON WHAT THEY'RE FOR-

This is definitely not based on one of the cities I live near idk what you're talking about-

Ekko would also complain about housing costs and people from the bigger cities moving in and raising the prices. He would so do that and also bring it up to like the community center, and he probably has like a couple friends in the student government at his uni so he probably gets them to help w / student housing benefits for people living on campus too.

But still outside of that he'd be a bit more upbeat and happier about stuff I am ngl-

Dude deserves to be happy oml-

Also he is a hugger to his close friends and family. Like specifically them, anyone else and they have to work their way up that ladder for him to be comfortable enough for that. Unless if it's someone in the community center or like- a kid who needs it or something.

OO WAIT THE COMMUNITY CENTER'S PROBABLY CALLED THE FIRELIGHTS OR SMTH LIKE THAT-

Scar goes there too that's how he knows Scar- them going to the same uni is just a bonus.

He's probably a Mechanical Engineering Major with an Art Minor. Or actually no Art as a double major. Or maybe he just takes those Art classes on the side as electives idk-

OH AND HE'D LOVE WAFFLE HOUSE TOO-

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 22nd December ✨

I have been SO ill this week oh my god, I can’t even express how much hands this virus has 🤧 Thank you to all the shows who have kept me company this week!

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (178) Olivier!!!! Oh, it is breaking my HEART that his parents essentially pulled him out and dropped him in bloody France with no more power and no way of finding out what happened to the rest of the expedition. He doesn’t even know about Riot 😭 Also, I wish the gang had just been told the truth about that chapel because, my god, if it’s not Marco that goes wandering in there, it’s definitely going to be Hope!! Eek, Cole, man!!! You are not showing that you understand any of the principles that made Clem a good detective!! She had a process and a Shelby and years of practice!! You, sir, are going to fuck this up! We obviously now know for sure that Heather was one of the quartet and I feel like Ignatius is probably one because of the fire. Who knows! The game is still definitely afoot! 

🦋 @remnantspod (20) I was warned that this episode would break my heart but did I heed that warning as I listened on my walk through the city centre? No. Did I pay the socially embarrassing price for that hubris? Maybe!! Pushing down the trauma of that remnant leads to some qs from me (please share if you have thoughts!!). We know that Stephen Grenville was just one of many names that the keystone character was using - do we know if the man in this remnant was the ‘original’ one or a ‘fake’ SG? I’m thinking about what he said about Celine’s paintings and her being unable to stop her own style peeking through, I didn’t catch a flash of the Perry/Stephen/Apprentice in this man. I feel like it would add such an interesting layer if the murderer we know about was stealing identities from nasty people. But maybe that's wishful thinking! Does it make the murdering better if there's a good reason?? Idk! No? I might need to dedicate myself to a relisten sometime soon! 

🎃 Waiting For October by @monkeymanproductions (2.5) Ah, Poe. I love that there are still people fond enough of him to listen to his story no matter how irritating he is generally! I am definitely not well read enough to catch all of the references to other authors and stories but I found his cawing belligerence amusing all the same!! I’m looking forward to what’s next for Karo and Yvonne! 

🎙️WTNV (260 - December Monologues) Such a great time of year. I love hearing from characters we don’t catch up with as much like the Faceless Old Woman. I don’t know what’s about to happen with Steve, but I am buckled in and ready to find out!! 

🍾 @ameliapodcast (39) Amelia and Alvina are just on a prison tour at this point! Sometimes there are quotes that you just need to immediately add to the mental bank and “I piss on your mother's grave and wipe my ass with your birth certificate!” is 100% one of them 😂

🧳 Travelling Light @monstrousproductions (Q+A part 2)  my three take away points from this second part of the Q+A were 1) complete gratitude that Hero and I are on the same page about Scarry (who will most certainly return in late S2 right?). 2) I am soooo intrigued about your vague references to Olí and the Traveller’s relationship in S2 AND 3) Matt, that impression was genuinely horrifying. Thank you. 

🌵 @desertskiespodcast (1-4) I have been putting off listening to Desert Skies for too long because I knew it would make me emotional. Until Leon @tellnotalespod very correctly told me that a few tears are so worth it for the rest of the experience of listening to the show. I’m only a few eps in but I absolutely adore the balance of humour and heartache. I’ve literally had these characters for 2 hours and I would already kill for them!!

Have a lovely week, everyone! The days are getting longer and the nights are getting shorter!! 🫶

[3liza]

i think the answer to the medical question you see asked a lot about various trending medical conditions like fibromyalgia, autism, and hypermobility, "why does everyone suddenly have this disorder, this seems fake" is that they just arent that rare and conceptualizing them as "rare disorders" was a simple mistake at the time they were defined. and thinking of them as "disorders" is kind of a misnomer, they definitely cause distress in normal modern contexts but they're perfectly suited to all kinds of other situations, situations i've been in! situations where i was the only person able to ignore hunger or hyperfocus on a time-limited task or make rational and calm decisions while being shot at by cops at a protest because my nervous system is a little different.

at the risk of getting essentialist/evopsych for a minute, there are a LOT of evolutionary reasons 5-20% of the population being for lack of a better term, minmaxed for various tasks, is beneficial. yeah my joints are unstable but i also can climb trees, fit into very small areas like a cat, fold up comfortably in a plane seat, etc. my gastroparesis is constant torture but i also only have to eat as much and as often as your average ball python, and i dont starve to death on a caloric intake that would kill anyone with a normal metabolism. it's really easy to imagine scenarios in the history of humanity where famine or other crises were more survivable because my family had "special abilities" that were a pain in the ass during normal times. creaky knees and the occasional hip subluxation was probably a small price to pay for being able to squeeze through a small gap at the right time, survive hunger and cold, eat less than everyone else, or whatever. people with lipidema are, i think, well-represented in the "venus figurine" record and would have lots of advantages in the circumstances in which they lived.

it's a cold take, social species have always had specialization and labor sorting mechanisms, i just have calmed down a lot in my own brain by internalizing the idea that yeah maybe its harder for me to tolerate going to school than a child without autism, but im better at other stuff than they are, and when we're all in the Human Troop together we are both very useful to each other. which is cool.

you dont even have to do anything to bring value to your family, you can just be there. in general, humans have always taken care of our sick and injured and disabled. anyone who has ever been happy to see someone knows why. i mean we kill each other a lot too but that's also just part of being an animal on planet earth. im just thinking out loud idk.

[blizzardtheartisticfox]

Fur Tail PSA (Sort of)

So I’m going to start this post off by saying that I was horribly uneducated and I regret my decisions. I bought a tail for $20 at a con and I assumed that vendors were nice and would give care instructions for those buying real fur tails (idk what brought my faith in humanity up so high it’s back in the gutter), so I thought this $20 con tail would not be real.

Turns out it pretty much definitely is, and I am now pretty sad because I really don’t think it’s ethically sourced, purely based on the fact the seller barely said anything when they gave it to me. I was too excited to notice. Either way, if anyone could give me more information on what condition this tail is in and maybe what animal it comes from it would be greatly appreciated.

For anyone seeing this in the future:

Don’t buy a tail without researching or at least looking at it closely!!!

Here’s a few points I learned:

The top/base of a real tail is thinner than the middle

Tails sometimes have an opening at the top where you can see the leather or fabric the fur is attached to. If this is a thick leather then it is probably real

The fur pattern on real tails is often inconsistent, and each individual strand will likely be a different color. This isn’t a dead giveaway that it is real but a perfectly consistent pattern (if patterned) is probably fake.

If you can’t see the fabric at the top of the tail, see if you can look through the fur to see what it’s attached to. If you can get to the leather it’s attached to it’s either fake or in bad condition (I’m pretty sure). If it‘s attached to fabric or mesh then it’s fake.

Look at the fur itself while digging through it. Many real tails have a fluffier undercoat that is shorter than the layer at the top.

If the fur itself is shiny (especially an undyed tail) then it’s probably fake. Real fur is usually matte.

Real fur tails can be dyed!!

You have to have an eye for it, but apparently real fur tails move more fluidly than fake ones.

Real fur does not all move in the exact same direction. It still usually follows one flow, but it can be tilted a bit.

Price is apparently not an indicator and many unethical tail vendors will sell their real fur tails as faux fur tails.

If I got anything wrong or you would like to add something, please reblog with constructive criticism and additions.

Also, again, I’d love to know what animal my tail comes from.

[justmossyall]

depression hacks masterpost

these are things that will help with mental illness that aren't 'go outside, drink water, and everything will be fine!!!1!!!11!1!11!' those are good fs but they don't work on their own. these will actually help in one way or another :)

hell yeah let's go

open your windows. the fresh air and sunlight will do you good and it takes like 5 seconds.

go buy some plants, there are like a gazillion that are next to impossible to kill. and don't come at me with 'ohhh I'll probably find a way hahaha" NO. the plants will be so helpful! they produce oxygen, bring nature indoors which psychologically improves your mental state, and they're just nice to look at! you can name them! sculpt and/or paint little pots for them!

STOP LISTENING TO SAD MUSIC. I cannot stress this enough. it just makes things worse. please stop. make a playlist of all your favorite stupid, happy, pump-up songs and listen to them all the time until they get annoying. then repeat!

acquire a gazillion stuffed animals. so much serotonin for such a small price

get a water bottle and put fun stickers on it, and designate that water bottle to be only for water. nothing else goes in it. that way you can drink out of it for kind of a long time before needing to wash it. keep it filled with water and actually drink out of it. drink as much water as you can, all the time.

chew gum! idk why but it works bro. especially watermelon.

hug people and ask people to hug you. hugs are so amazing it's like pure happiness but with the added perk of Deep Pressure. it can be from your friends, family, s/o, whoever.

make sure there's a lot of light in your room. not good to wallow in darkness. put up fairy lights, get fun lamps, light candles, keep your blinds open, etc.

dress like how you want to feel. be colorful, fun, and comfortable. don't wear hoodies, sweatpants and ratty old shoes, I know it's appealing but it's just going to keep you in that depressed state. I like to wear dresses, colorful jeans, graphic tees from 5-Below, combat boots, and lots of funky earrings. (seriously 5-Below is a lifesaver for literally anything!!!) you can get a lot of these things for super cheap - I got a 20 pack of fun earrings like duckies, mushrooms, mini water bottles, etc. for like $11, and a lot of my colorful jeans are like 6 bucks at the thrift store. whatever your style is or whatever you want it to be, work to make that happen. because getting dressed is one of the simplest things you'll do in a day, so why not make the most of it?

doodle. it's fun and simple, and it'll give your hands something to do other than pick at your skin if you do that kind of stuff (see below).

on a similar note, make art!!!!! it doesn't have to be good!!!!!! just make art all the time, as often as you can. write crappy fanfiction. make friendship bracelets. sculpt a funky lil cat. draw your comfort characters. art is so healing and it will do wonders for you. even just like run your hands through a giant bag of beads like I do :P

get fidgets and bring them everywhere with you. this is more of an anxiety/stimming thing for me but I pick at my fingers, lips, pimples, eyebrows, etc., and it hurts a lot and will probably leave scars. fidgets are just amazing. I'm partial to tangles and infinity cubes :) gum and chewelry are good for this as well (for when I bite my fingers/clothes or chew the skin off my lips)

if you find yourself with a whole day with nothing to do and you don't have the energy to get up and do anything, go to the park. bring a blanket, some snacks, and headphones, and just lay there and listen to music. sleep. watch youtube. literally anything you would normally do when you don't have energy, except it's outside in the sun and grass and nature around other people who are doing the same thing! 10/10

get a pet if you can. even just fish, but really a fluffy, snuggly animal is probably best such as a dog or cat. OH MY GOD THEY HELP SO MUCH. ANIMALS ARE MAGIC. I don't think I've ever been sad while holding or petting my grandma's dog. (our family doesn't have one right now lol)

spray perfume/body spray on you. faster and easier than deodorant and it usually smells better

if you're gonna scroll, scroll pinterest. honestly, it's probably best to get rid of things like tiktok and snapchat, but that's kinda unrealistic for most people so I get it <3 pinterest is probably gonna be better than other social media cause it's more creative?? if you know what I mean?? and usually it's reading things and not mindlessly watching videos

if you don't have the energy to do stuff with your hair, put it up in a bun! fast simple and easy. takes like 5 seconds, even for someone with super thick curly hair like me. (or cut it short! but most of us aren't brave enough to do that lol)

eat fruit. sweet and comforting, but healthy!! so much better for you than junk food, and honestly it tastes better most of the time too. I recommend strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, watermelon, and cantaloupe. easy to take with you on the go and sooooo good <333

play calming video games such as animal crossing, minecraft, stardew valley, cats with soup (if you're into mobile games), etc. puzzle games are good too! if you want something more combat-y, I would recommend the zelda games or forager. still chill and mellow but has more combat and story/lore

garden if you can. I know this kind of ties in with having plants in your room, but if you're able and you have the energy, keep a flower and/or vegetable garden. there's something so beautiful in putting your hands in the warm dirt, smelling your freshly-planted flowers, eating sun-infused vegetables that taste infinitely better than store-bought. it's so nice, but I know it's not for everyone so don't worry about it if you don't get around to it <3

sleep in the bus/car on the way to school if you're tired. not a perfect solution but better than falling asleep in class

inhale through your nose, not your mouth. it's better for your lungs and you'll get better air quality that way. it also helps calm you better than mouth breathing, and you can't exactly smell the fresh air through your mouth :P

read. sit down and read a book. carry one with you wherever you go. spend a weekend day in the library with a huge stack of books just reading. it's so calming and helps stimulate your brain. doesn't matter what you read as long as it's making you happy :)

surround yourself with color, not dark drab colors. hang up art and posters on your walls, get bright blankets and pillows, lay out a tiny lil carpet, make bead curtains and string them up on your curtain rod, set out little figurines/sculptures around your room. put color and life everywhere around you, and that will start to seep into your soul.

tea is always good. or if you don't like tea, hot water with lemon juice and honey. basically the same :)

if you ever just don't want to do something, like you just absolutely don't want to get up and do _ thing, think about future you. would they be like "bro thanks so much you really helped me out there" if you did the thing? if yes, then do it, no matter how impossible it seems. you'll thank yourself later.

a statement that is near and dear to my heart: if you feel like everyone hates you, sleep. if you feel like you hate everyone, eat. if you feel like you hate yourself, shower.

NO MORE SU!C!DE JOKES. ever. the end! replace "i'm literally gonna kms" jokes or anything along those lines with "i'm literally gonna flop to the floor" or "i'm literally gonna go ham bananas on this place" or whatever wild bullshit pops into your brain.

watch studio ghibli movies. the most amazing things to ever exist. I have never felt sad while watching a ghibli movie. they are basically the definition of peace.

take a bubble bath!!!!! :D

making your bed helps for some reason??? why, I have no idea. but it does bro

get excited about things. smile when you hear your favorite song. hug your amazon package when it comes in. count down the days until a holiday. laugh with joy when you have an amazing day. it makes things so much better.

an important addition: bring snacks everywhere

that's all for now, lmk if you have anything else to add!!! love you guys, I promise it gets better <3

[brivinty]

I’m a Barbie girl! ★

Featuring; Gojo x Bimbo Reader (Female)

IM BACKKK

I got asked to make more :)

Masterlist!

(Part 2 to B.I.M.B.O); Part 1

TW; Nicknames; Princess, baby, my Love. PDA, making out, smut with plot?? Idk… Clit/Pussy slapping, Praise, degradation..?

Summary; You get lost in the mall, and Gojo finally finds you crying to some stranger.

This aint proofread, so don't get on me istg.

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You and Gojo were at the mall, just to walk around and shop for stuff. You walked with him into various stores and in everyone store you grabbed at least one thing. “Toru! Isn’t this cute? How do you think it’ll look on me?” You asked placing it on your body with a grin. “It’s cute baby, but it looks too small,” Gojo said, although he knows you don’t care he still likes to say it just in case. “It’ll be fine Toru!” You reassure him handing him the shirt and looking for more stuff.

“Ok, m’done!” You say walking to the cash register Gojo holding your hand so you don’t get lost. “Toru? After this can we get food? M’hungry!!” You whine making him smile at you. “Yea sure, we can go to the food court,” Gojo says making you smile wide giggling. You two made it to the front of the line to pay and you quickly rummaged through your small little bag for cash but as soon as you looked up you realized, Gojo had already paid for you and they started bagging your stuff. “Huh?” You looked at Gojo, seeing a black card in his hand.

“Toru!! I said I’d pay!!” You whine pouting at him and crossing your arms. “You can pay for the food baby,” Gojo said taking the bags off the counter and walking away with you next to him. “Promise?” You asked looking up at him as h e looked down at you his glasses hanging low on his face. “I promise baby,” Gojo said but little did you know he had his fingers crossed, he’d never let you pay for anything. You two had finally made it to the food court, after about 20 minutes because you kept wanting to go on the kid rides.

And of course, he let you, he had no problem with it. He could care less if anyone looked at him like you guys were crazy, your his girlfriend, and he would do anything for you, that means going on rides that are designed for kids. “Uh… I’ll have… uh, mm, Toru you go first!” You said with a smile rummaging through your bag for something. Gojo knew you were looking for your glasses, he understands you don’t like wearing them, but you could barely see the menu from behind the counter. He would tell you multiple times that if you didn't put it on your eyesight would just get worse, but you've said multiple times that you don't like them because it's like windows on your face.

So as he said his order he tapped your head and you let out an ‘oh!’ before pulling your glasses down on your face. A smile crept up on his face, he’s always liked you with your glasses on. He wishes you would wear it more often, but of course, you probably won't. “You ready ma’am?” The person asked and you nodded frantically. “Mhm! I’ll take the grilled chicken nuggets meal 12 piece, with a cookies and cream milkshake!” you said with a smile, proud of yourself. “Alright, anything else?” he asked and you shook your head. “Yea, could we add a water to that and 12-piece nuggets, but no meal,” Gojo said, he knew you couldn't handle sweet things like that, so water would be nice for you to wash down all the sweets. You also tend to want to take another box home with you.

“Yea, the price would be, $35.05,” he said and Gojo nodded already pulling out his black card to give the man. You whined again looking at Gojo with a pout crossing your hands and looking away from him. He chuckled at you before raking his card back, placing his hand on your lower back, walking to the pickup area. “I said I wanted to pay Toru!!” you whined with a pout mad at him. “Baby, I told you i'm spoiling you today, don't be mad” Gojo apologized, playing with your hair and you couldn't help but smile at him giggling.

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You both are eating your food content with the taste, laughing and giggling with each other. Gojo would catch men staring at you from time to time but never paid attention to it, knowing you would never go out with a single one of them. You were his and he was yours. “Toru’ I have to use the bathroom...” You mumbled getting up from your seat looking for the bathroom. “Ok, I'll walk you there,” he said getting up from his seat and grabbing your shopping bags, but you shook your head.

“It's fine! I can get there myself.” You denied him and he looked at you worried. “Princess, you sure?” Gojo asked and you nodded, giving him a kiss on the cheek before making your way to find a bathroom. You wandered around for a little until you finally found the bathroom. After you went inside and used it you skipped out looking for the food court. You raised a brow. “Where am I?” you thought out loud, and you looked to your side for your phone in your bag realizing you left your bag with Satoru.

Your eyes widened and you started to panic. “I should've let Toru take me!” you whined and started to walk around the mall in a panic trying to find the food court. You walked around frantically for about 10 minutes.

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“Does it really take that long to use the bathroom..?” Gojo asked himself before realizing you've never been to this Mall before. He quickly got up throwing away the food, saving your extra box. He grabbed your shopping bags and your mini purse before heading off to the bathroom, he went to the farthest one knowing sometimes you ignore the closest one thinking it's an employee bathroom.

You started to cry realizing your lost, you started yelling out Gojo’s name. People watched you with tears running down your face but deciding not to help for what reason is unknown. You walked around still yelling out his name with tears streaming down your face. You then saw a group of guys walk up to you. “What's wrong cutie?” one of the 3 asked swirling a piece of your hair in their hand. “I'm lost..!” you cried out wiping your tears while looking up at them. “What you with a friend?” they asked with a smirk one of them wrapping their hand on your shoulder and rubbing your hair. “Mm!” you nodded your head. “Toru tried taking me to the bathroom! An..and! I didn't listen! N..now I can't find him!” you cried out, a hiccup up almost every sentence.

“Don't worry pretty, we'll get you to your little friend.” one said getting a little too close you then heard your name being called out loud and you snapped your head upward. “Toru!!” you yelled and saw him running up to you. You smiled widely jumping up and down before running to him and jumping in his arms. Of course, he caught you and just to show off to the guys that were touching all over you he kissed your lips before setting you down.

“Why were you crying, baby?” Gojo asked you wiping the tears from your eyes. “I couldn't find you! And, and! I was lost! And nobody was helping me!” you cried out stumbling over your words. “Those guys over there said they were gonna help but you found me!” you said wrapping your hands around him and hugging him happily. “Of course baby, you don't have to worry,” he said and started walking with you to leave the mall.

You noticed he seemed mad, but it was probably nothing, you disregard it. You two finally made it home and Gojo got out of the car opening the door for you. You giggled happily before running to your shared room, laying your body on the bed. You heard a chuckle and sat up on the bed kicking your boots off. You flipped over laying on your stomach taking out your phone and scrolling through it.

You didn't even realize Gojo had gotten onto the bed until you felt him flip you over and start to kiss you roughly. You groaned at the impact but kissed back wrapping your arms around his neck. “What’s wrong Toru?” You asked watching him pull your top off and unclip your bra. “Nothin'.” He was quick to answer going down to suck on your perked nipples, you moaned as he sucked and pulled on them. He didn’t waste any time pulling down your skirt, instead lifting it up onto your stomach.

He smirked at your drenched panties and laughed pulling them down to your ankles. “Baby tell me..” He voiced not even looking at your face but at your exposed cunt instead. “Who got you this wet?” Gojo asked and you groaned feeling him shove two fingers in your wet cunt. “You Toru…!” You moaned out, feeling him slowly thrust his fingers.

“What'd you say, baby? Can’t hear you” Gojo said and you whined at the slow pace he was using. “You!” You yelled out, thrashing around out of frustration. “Atta girl!” Gojo praised, abruptly pulling his finger out and slapping your cunt hard. “F-fuck!!” You yelled out your back arching from pain and pleasure. “Do you know how worried I was about you baby?” Gojo asked slapping your sopping cunt repeatedly watching as your body shook and jumped every time a slap was delivered. “Then I just had to see 3 guys all over you,” Gojo said his eyes darkening before he slapped your cunt again, you yelped, your eyes watering as you wrapped your hand around his wrist trying to stop him. “So guess what baby? I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Gojo started his eyes boring into yours.

“Gonna do you so hard you won’t even remember the touch of those guys, you won’t even remember your own name, baby,” Gojo said before pushing his body lower, and you could feel his breath on your thigh. “And you’re gonna sit here, and fucking take it.” He said and you nodded your head.

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The way I never finish smut is hilarious, I swear someday I’ll just make it full smut 💀