#scrawling.

[liminalweirdo]

guys, in regards to reading comprehension, if it's something you struggle with — read the whole thing. If it's something you don't struggle with, yes you do — read the whole thing.

don't respond or comment or whatever before you have read the whole thing.

The number of times I've gotten responses from people who clearly didn't read beyond the first few sentences of what I wrote is genuinely staggering. Think about it: if you don't have time to read someone else's thoughts, why should anyone take time to read yours? Communication is a two-way street.

Take your time reading. It's okay if you have to take time. You don't need to be 100% ready with a response right away, ever, in real life convos or online. You are allowed to take the time you need to absorb information and develop a response. Anyone who says otherwise is an asshole.

If you have a physical copy of something, highlighting or underlining is extremely helpful. There's even studies that show that you take in more information if you're holding a pen in your hand, as if to take notes. Also, TAKE NOTES! It's fun and extremely helpful.

If you don't have a physical copy, try highlighting with your mouse or your keyboard as you read. It makes you slow down and absorb what you're reading. Highlight a sentence at a time, and move forward sentence to sentence. There are even programs that allow you to do this with any running text. It's usually called focus mode.

TL;DR read the whole text before you respond to something, for the love of spiders georg

[ludotpng]

yabai ❌

[thornsent]

my neighbor just sent me this text and this is literally terrifying

I think I might set up a gofundme for a motel when I get home

[loquaxleemons]

Me when the five pebbles png appears behind me

IM SCARED. Reanimated dippers part of the gravity falls intro for an animation assesment. survivor campaign be like.

[persnickety-doodles]

I couldn't resist joining in on the adorable Korrasami Secret Cupid event hosted by @thewillowtree3!

And guess what? Today's the big reveal! Hey there, @creepy-scrawl, surprise! I'm your Secret Cupid!

Your request for "an excuse for a tender kiss" and "a pinning loving goodbye kiss... fluff fluff fluff" got me all excited. I poured my heart into making something special, and I hope it brings you as much joy as I had creating it! 💕

Thank you @thewillowtree3 for the invitation!

[koohyunnie]

His hands moved out of habit, grabbing cans from a box and setting them on the shelf. Almost a decade of the same shit everyday had ingrained the menial task into his muscles. Koohyun briefly wondered what other things he did repeatedly without ever really thinking too deeply about them. There was plenty of mundane tasks that he had accumulated in a giant list in an attempt to be a normal functioning adult. What was the reason? To prove his parents wrong? Even though he had no real desire for their approval. He had long since stopped caring about them wanting him to be more like them. He just didn’t want to be bothered by people. He supposed at least pretending to be normal in public was okay. He was tired of his internal feud. He didn’t want to care about others’ opinion of him but he was acutely aware of everyone at work staring at him throughout the day. Especially lately.

Had he done anything out of the ordinary? Maybe. He couldn’t hone in on any particular incident. So he was standing at work, clearing his head while doing the menial tasks. After stacking cans he moved onto refilling the snack shelves towards the back of the aisle. He didn’t want to be near the front end. Koohyun tried to avoid the front end because the cashiers had a habit of trying to strike up conversations with him. And he hated talking at work. He didn’t even want to talk to customers. It was more exhausting than any manual labor he had ever done before. It was never a simple cut and dry conversation. Especially with the amount of tourists that would come in for snacks. The amount of American girls who would start snapping pictures of the colourful snack packaging and asking strange questions was staggering.

Maybe his lack of socializing with the new employees was causing issues. Koohyun thought, remembering that he was a manager and was in fact responsible for training the new stockers. And showing them around the store. He had been ignoring that aspect of his job. He usually left training to the other managers. He wasn’t great at explaining tasks to people.

He frowned behind his mask and cut the tape on his box, breaking it down and tucking it under his arm before he walked to the backroom. He needed to sit down and think for a moment. Not that it was time for a break or that he really wanted to take a break. He just wanted to figure out why everyone seemed to be acting just a little different around him. It wasn’t really noticeable at first. But Koohyun was certain that some of the front end employees had been staring at him longer than a simple glance. But none had tried to approach him to speak. Perhaps they were talking about him? What would he do then? Most likely nothing, Koohyun wasn’t keen on confronting people who talked about him. Whether it was good or bad. He just didn’t want people to talk about him. If they had an issue it would be nice if they would just say it to him directly.

He tossed the flattened box into the baler so it could be tied and recycled later. He tugged his mask off, letting it hang from one ear as he grabbed a bottle of water. It was room temp and had a stale taste. He had a bad habit of leaving his waters scattered around his stockroom but everyone was kind enough to not move them around. The basic level of respect, he figured. He sighed again and leaned against one of the racks of backstock. He was staring at the other shelves but he wasn’t really looking at them. He had tossed aside the thoughts about his coworkers acting differently. Now he was thinking about what he would eat after work. He had a rare double day off lined up and was thinking he would treat himself to something he hadn’t eaten in awhile. But he couldn’t think of what. He did have a bit of a hankering for pizza but he really wasn’t sure if that would satisfy his taste. Sometimes food just didn’t hit the spot right and made him feel like he had wasted his time eating it.

“Oh! Sorry..” One of the cashiers had come into the backroom so she could get to the breakrooms. She seemed startled to see Koohyun in the back. She flashed a small smile and brushed past to go take her break.

Koohyun watched her from his peripheral vision and could’ve sworn she had turned back to look at him twice in the short distance to the break area. He took a sip of his water before he set it down on the backstock shelf and grabbed a different box to take to the sales floor. There was always more room for the godawful snacks that tourists would buy. It didn’t take long to unload the box, break it down, and come back to toss it into the baler. He was wasting time by taking boxes out one by one. It wasn’t like anybody was going to complain about it. Not to be conceited but Koohyun was highly valued by the corporate level managers. They never questioned his method because he always got the shit done and the paperwork was filed that backed it up. And his current boss’ boss was the one who handled all of Koohyun’s employment records. His job was much more secured than his boss’ was. And he wondered if maybe that was why the other employees had started looking at him differently. Had he started giving off a different vibe? Koohyun paused in grabbing another box. He stared at the cardboard as he thought. He knew sometimes he could have a cocky strut. He had felt more comfortable around this store lately, it had been over a year since he had transferred to this location. So maybe he had started to walk around like he ran the place? That type of confidence could cause people to look at him differently. That was the most likely cause. It had happened at his old store. People had gotten annoyed with him acting like he ran the show, even though technically he did. He had been brought in by upper management to fix that location’s freight problem. People did seem to get annoyed when someone new messed with their way of doing things. And Koohyun was usually doing things his own way, not the way trained by corporate. That was the most logical reason for people behaving differently around him.

It was also entirely possible that Koohyun was being paranoid and mistaking innocent glances as longer stares. He wasn’t always great at understanding other people’s actions. He would figure it out eventually. But he didn’t want to deal with the uncomfortableness of thinking people were watching him work. It made it harder to zone out. If he became too aware of people watching him he might end up doing something embarrassing like dropping items or even tripping on his own feet.

“Excuse me, sorry.” The same cashier was trying to exit the stockroom now. Her break apparently over. Koohyun stepped to the side, leaning against the backstock shelves to give her more room to walk. But instead of walking out of the room she stopped near him. “Are you new here?” She asked and Koohyun was too stunned to reply for a moment.

“New?” He raised a brow and shook his head. “No. I’ve been here for a year or so.” He shrugged. Why was she talking to him? He couldn’t think of why she thought he was new.

“Oh.” Her cheeks turned pink. “Sorry. I never saw you around before. I started a couple of weeks ago.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. Koohyun noted the silver hoops, she had three piercings in her earlobe.

“I’m not usually hear during the day.” He shrugged again. His eyes met hers. She had colour contacts in, they were brown to match her eye colour. He didn’t really understand why people would wear contacts in similar colours to their own eyes.

“Oh.. I see.” She laughed softly.

Koohyun wasn’t sure why she was talking to him. Her break should be over. Which meant that she should be back up at the register by now so the next person could take their break. But it seemed like she wanted to say something else. Koohyun wasn’t great at conversations in the workplace. “Gets busy during the day. Lots of tourists.” He stated and she nodded in agreement. He figured that he had killed the conversation successfully and he stopped leaning back on the shelf so he could get back to work. But she made no effort to go back to the front end of the store.

“Well, uhhm, I’m Yang Jihye, cashier. But I look forward to working with you.” She was smiling again.

“Yeah..” He nodded. “Lee Koohyun. Freight Manager.” He glanced towards the backroom doors. “You should probably get back to the front before you get in trouble with Nana.” He gestured towards the door. Alluding to the front end manager who got agitated if the break schedule was thrown off too much. Jihye grinned before disappearing out of the backroom. Leaving Koohyun very perplexed. He had a new thing to ponder about for the rest of this shift. 

Because what the fuck was up with that random introduction?

[scrawnytreedemon]

I don't think I ever posted this here.

[whaliiwatching]

diagnoses u with fanfic tags

yeah i caved. welcome spideysona

their universe is 1990s san francisco. by day they work as a struggling writer for the bugle, sort of following in the footsteps of (movie-adjacent) eddie brock; by night they’re spider-scrawl, fighting systemic injustice, writers’ block, and the occasional mad scientist invention. his world is less rife with supernatural evils than most, but he’s also fucking with the government and corporations and all, so it balances out

their unique thing is that they have, like, shitty meta clairvoyance in the form of inherently understanding tropes, clichés, story structure, etc. like if cinemasins/wins were a superhero. they were approached to join the society because miguel thought they’d be chill or even helpful with canon events—unfortunately scribble here is not whatsoever into following rigid plot structure for the sake of unnecessary thematic suffering, saw the plot twist a miles away, and peaced. but not before snagging a day pass so they could watch atsv in person

they never take off their mask, and no one knows their name—he says it’s because he doesn’t want to lose his identity in a sea of spider-people, leading most to theorize that san-fran-spidey is some flavor of peter parker, but who’s to say for sure? the doylist reason, which he is in fact aware of, is that i don’t know either lol

[damagepersaku]

that which was lost will always be found.

[snowsongpt1]

Wuhhh bluhbluhlubluhblhb hello

[pnfc]

nobody can know how often i think about this moment

[illogicallyinclined]

Roman: unprovoked?! x

[thornsent]

sexuality is so complicated</3

I like men in a faggy way & women in a dykey way but you cant just say that bc people are cowards abt the nuances of gender and sexuality

[loquaxleemons]

life or bath for dry Kinitopet

BATH.

[charpim]

[coughs]

[koohyunnie]

2o23.o2.o4

His earbuds were snug in place plugging his ears, successfully drowning out the world around him. Koohyun had his eyes closed. Not that it made any difference in the complete darkness of his room. He was sprawled on the floor rather than lying on his bed. His back needed to be stretched and the floor was where he needed to be. He wanted to center himself. To realign himself with his roots, so to speak. Not that he could explain what that meant. Lying like this was what he used to do in his youth. He couldn’t believe he was approaching his thirties. Maybe that was why his back needed more stretching.

The music was loud, screaming in anguish or anger, he wasn’t entirely sure. English wasn’t easy to understand when they sung so quickly. But the vibe was more than enough. It wasn’t really relaxing to lay on the floor and listen to screamo music. But it helped Koohyun bring his thoughts into focus. Perhaps it was a bit counterproductive because his heartrate increased with the intensity of the music. A primal need to move to the riffs and yells. But not now. He was trying to sort out his own feeling. The root of himself and his issues.

Lately he had felt a vague feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Something akin to sadness or perhaps it was guilt. That’s what he wanted to know. But what could have spawned the feeling? He couldn’t recall doing anything outside of his mundane routine since the feeling had started to become noticeable. Perhaps that was the reason for his unease?

The song ended and the momentary silence before the next song on the playlist started seemed to last longer than normal. Koohyun almost moved his hand to grab his phone and make sure that the song hadn’t become paused. But his limbs were heavy. If he moved now he would disrupt his efforts to ground himself in his current reality. This is pointless, he thought briefly before the new song started and he felt a pang in his chest.

“Oh.” He mouthed and his eyes opened to stare up at the ceiling through the darkness. The image of her pained smile was etched in his retinas. That girl hadn’t contacted him in months. Or perhaps it was him that hadn’t reached back to her. He struggled to roll onto his side, pulling his phone close, the sudden light blinding him for a moment. He opened Kakao and was horrified to see the little red notification appear, the ‘(3) Unread’ beside her icon of a stuffed animal. One she had won from a claw game. Koohyun swore to himself. He always forgot that his kkt would bug out and fail to display notifications. Yet here was the reality staring him in the face. He hadn’t even bothered to check to send her a message to check-in in the months they hadn’t spoken.

What a shitty friend he was turning out to be.

He opened their chat at stared at the three messages.

Six Weeks Ago: ‘heuheuu look what i scored~’ with the attached image of a new anime figure she had purchased

Five Days Ago: an animated Kiki sticker crying

Koohyun wasn’t sure how to respond. The music blaring in his ears was distracting now that he had to focus on drafting a message to her. How could he apologize for the unintentional ghosting and salvage their friendship without coming off as an asshole? He wasn’t sure such a thing would be possible.

‘sorry. work has been hectic. hope you are ok. maybe we can play this weekend. i have a day off saturday.’

He sent his message and laid his phone face down on the floor. The music enveloped him as he closed his eyes again. He felt like his message failed to get across his remorse. He did feel bad. But he was lying about work being hectic. He really was a shitty guy to ignore her for so long then so selfishly ask to play games on his own day off instead of asking for her schedule. Even he couldn’t believe his own actions. If this was his roots and part of his core existence, he was a little disturbed but not entirely surprised. He had never been great at maintaining friendships. He sighed and removed his earbuds, returning them to their case.

His phone buzzing tore him from his inner scolding. He turned over the phone and stared in bewilderment at the banner notifications on the lock screen.

‘eek! a ghost!’ ‘i am free saturdaay~ lets play lets play~~’

Koohyun stared at them without opening them. He couldn’t understand how she could so easily brush off his absence and readily accept his invitation to play over the coming weekend. And she had acknowledged his absence with a joke. He couldn’t even bring himself to laugh. It was shameful to drag someone younger into his failures of friendship. But maybe he could mend it.