#so offensive how dare it /j

[eleventeenratsinaflannelsuit]

enchantment previews called me a ho once

(it ran out of space to spell hot)

endermen literally speak minecraft enchanting table. its the same language, bc the enchanting table book i hc reads the ending poem, which u get from beating tha dragon

Galactic, as it is known, is a really cool part of Minecraft.

Imagine if beating the Ender Dragon unlocked those enchantment previews you get? That would be super cool.

[awarmcupofmilk]

Satosugu x Reader "The Most Twisted Curse of All"

summary: the three of you were undoubtedly entertwined from the moment you met. your bond was holy. until everything fell apart. what is love when it can’t save any of you?

content warnings: sad, language, major character death, violence (fight scenes), angst, mentions of domestic violence, spoilers/deviations from hidden inventory/cursed child/Shibuya arc

word count: 2k

note: a bit of backstory on reader! the story will really get going soon :)

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3

© 2024 awarmcupofmilk

please don’t repost, edit, translate, use, or copy my works on any platforms (if you’d really like to please reach out – reblogs are welcome)

“Y/N, have you thought about what your domain would look like?” Satoru asked, poking you with his foot from across the couch. Suguru, in between you two, listened in. Shoko was on her phone, lounging lazily on the other side of you.

“No idea,” you shrugged. “Probably pink with hearts everywhere or something,” you joked.  Satoru snorted. “No way, your technique is scary as hell,”

You mock offense.

“Come on,” Satoru continued. “You experience every single emotion as love, and beat people up with it. Isn’t love a scary thing for you, then?”

“Isn’t love a scary thing for everyone?” You laughed. Hoisting yourself up, you continue, “Alright, this conversation has officially gotten too pretentious for me. I’m gonna go train.”

✧✧✧

You had a small, sweet life before Jujutsu High. The years in the orphanage weren’t good---a gross understatement----but before the pain could settle into you, Akemi swept you away to a real life. At her constant whining for a sibling, her parents decided to foster you. Though you suspected you were only there because a biological sibling wasn’t an option, you never dared dwell on it too long. Gratitude flooded your thoughts so thoroughly that you loved the three of them immediately, and the thought they loved you any less became unbearable. Luckily, even if the thought was true, they never made you feel it. 

“You can see them too, right?” Akemi asked you, eyes and smile wide, gesturing to the curse around the corner.

You nodded, surprised. Relieved, too. 

“We’re special,” Akemi said. “Can you feel it? The energy?” 

You nodded again. 

Akemi was stronger than you. While you were still fumbling with the ins and outs of your technique, terrified being able to feel people’s souls, Akemi eagerly trained and sought out the curses of your small town. Her bravery would have made you jealous, if not for how equally eagerly she always included you, hauling you on trips to find the next curse. 

You hated exorcising cursed spirits. Feeling their crude, base instincts horrified you, feeling their fear and pain before death humanized them. You knew innately everything you felt through your technique was love. Somehow, for reasons you couldn’t explain, every emotion tied back to love. You couldn’t help wonder if that meant all the disgusting things curses felt and the gratitude you felt towards Akemi and her family was one and the same. Love was a scary thing. 

Yet, after every trip, Akemi would guide you home (you weren’t good with directions and she preferred to lead), holding your hand all the way. When Akemi’s mom---you didn’t dare think of her as your own---greeted the two of you at the door, the smell of nikujaga emanating from the kitchen, you could almost forget all the horrors that had been forced through your senses. 

✧✧✧

Akemi was so excited to join Jujutsu High. She never stopped talking about it. When you were twelve and Akemi fourteen, she had been scouted, shopping with friends after school. You were at home, sick. She sprinted through the doors, waking you in your sick daze. “Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” She squealed as she bolted up the stairs. “You won’t believe it,” she said as she leapt onto your bed, suffocating you in a hug. “Emi,” you scolded. “I’m gonna get you sick!” She only hugged you tighter. “Don’t care,” she giggled. 

When she explained Jujutsu High to you, you were skeptical. “So some old guy came up to you in the street to get you to go?” But it made sense, jujutsu sorcerers were weird people. 

Akemi was a fit of giggles, so eager for the two of you to take on the city. But you weren’t so sure. You hated fighting curse spirits, feeling the shape of their souls. You didn’t want to do it for life. And you didn’t want to leave Akemi’s parents either. Still, you owed everything to Akemi. What she wanted, you’d do. It didn’t feel right to stay with Akemi’s parents while she was gone, anyway.

You never should’ve agreed to it. 

✧✧✧

Wandering Tokyo with Akemi at night, a few months before she was supposed to join Jujutsu High, the two of you had run into a cursed spirit. It spoke. You didn’t know they could do that. 

“Two pretty girls….how lucky am I?” The spirit leered. You could sense what it was feeling. You froze in fear. Akemi was only more excited, always ready to fight. “Emi,” you whimpered. “Let’s run,”  “Don’t worry,” Akemi reassured, pulling you behind her. “I’ll protect you!”

Yet before she could even turn back around, the curse grabbed her, crushing her so hard she spat out blood. You screamed, channeling your cursed technique. 

Everything blurred, then. You don’t even know how you did it. It was as if the air around you warped. Red rope, what you instinctively knew to be the red strings of fate, surrounded you, Akemi, and the curse in a dome. You attacked the curse then, who had fallen to its knees in what appeared to be insanity-inducing despair. 

You rushed at Akemi, but immediately sensed something was incredibly wrong. The shape of her soul had warped. She spat out more blood. You couldn’t stop it; you didn’t know how you were doing it. You hurried to release your technique, but Akemi had collapsed. You wanted to run to her, but you couldn’t move. You could only stand there in shock, absorbing all the violence of the emotions she was feeling. She was going to die. You killed her. The last thing you felt from her wasn’t fear, but resentment. Resentment that she was going to die, resentment that she couldn’t save you, but the strongest of all, resentment you were stronger than her. She died resenting you. 

You lied to Satoru. You already knew what your domain looked like. Love was the scariest fucking thing to you. 

✧✧✧

“Call me mom,” Akemi’s mother had encouraged when you were first taken in. She was so warm. Her husband, too, smiling so kindly, always saying, “My daughters,” when it would’ve been so easy to use the singular form. 

They were your first thought as Akemi passed was that you needed to bring her back to her parents. Your second thought was that you needed to protect them for Akemi’s sake. 

When you brought Akemi’s body home, they screamed, snatching her from you. You stood still as you saw their souls quiver, felt the pain behind their screams. “It should’ve been me,” you cried. “I’m so, so sorry.”

A part of you, that you immediately reprimanded for its selfishness, registered that they didn’t refute what you said. 

✧✧✧

Nothing was ever the same. You were an intruder in a mourning home, something they couldn’t get rid of. They didn’t let it on, but you could feel it. You always could. 

You never told the full truth, that it was your technique that killed her. You were too afraid that they’d agree, that it was all your fault, that you should’ve taken her place. 

It made sense to you, when the palm of Akemi’s mother’s hand made sharp, biting contact with your cheek. Three months after Akemi’s passing, you were in her room, touching the necklace she’d left behind. You’d barely raised it when you saw Akemi’s mother, eyes angry, rushing towards you. She thought you were stealing from Akemi. In your heart you believed that to be true. You had stolen her whole life. Akemi’s mother’s eyes widened when impact was made, shocked, it seemed, that she laid a hand on you. She cried and hugged you, apologizing frantically, but you weren’t upset. You weren’t even surprised. 

It happened more often, when the drinking started. They always apologized. You wished they wouldn’t. It just made everything feel worse. 

✧✧✧

When Yaga showed up at your door three years later, you weren’t going to go. You couldn’t leave Akemi’s family behind. You couldn’t fight curses; you were too afraid of yourself. But in a drunken anger, they told you, “Get out. Leave and take all your misfortune with you. You’re a curse.”

So, you left. And practiced. Started exorcising cursed spirits again. Using your technique. The more you felt their malice, the more desensitized you became. You didn’t love fighting, like Emi did, but you loved saving people. It made you feel like you deserved living. When Yaga admitted you to Jujutsu High, you told him as much. 

Love always left you for dead. 

✧✧✧

You liked that things felt so much lighter with Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko. You could feel a deep-seated anger somewhere within all of them, but they projected such ease and genuinely liked you. You tried not to tune into emotions when you could. It was for your peace of mind, really, but also to respect their privacy. The guilt from living Akemi’s stolen life ate away at you, but letting it overwhelm would only make you a pain for others. You learned to compress that pain, shove it into some tiny sphere in your heart. It came naturally, given your technique. When you did that, you felt like a different person, someone who has never known what a curse love makes you.

You could be good. You could be happy. No point in letting the dysfunction chip away at you. 

✧✧✧

Satoru had a way of getting on your nerves. He had a bad personality. Still, the two of you got along well. You werestrong, after all, and kept up well with his banter. 

“Y/N,” Satoru cooed. “You gotta do more than that to beat me, yknow.”

“Hm,” You hummed, channeling your cursed technique. The look in Satoru’s eyes changed, going blank. Manipulating emotions during a spar felt like cheating, but if he was going to be so smug, he has it coming. In his daze, you land a good punch right in his gut.  Satoru snapped back to reality, then. “No fair,” he complained, nursing his stomach. “Using your technique is low,”

“You said do more, I did more,” You shrugged, fighting a smirk. 

“You make all the curses you exorcise fall in love with you mid-fight, too?” Satoru grumbled.  “Is that what it felt like?” You patronized. “I just reduced your emotional capacity to its most basic state. Easiest way to overwhelm an opponent,” you explained. “Didn’t realize you felt that way, Toru,” you teased. You lied. You did manipulate his love towards yourself, watching his dazed, lovesick look amused you. Sensing your lie, Satoru narrowed his eyes, suspicious. Still, he blushed and said nothing. You were the only one that could shut him up, not even Suguru could claim this feat. Cackling, you left to claim your ten bucks from Shoko. “I win! Pay up.”

✧✧✧

You liked how strong Satoru and Suguru were. You felt that they wouldn’t break if you hit them. 

Assigned to a mission together, the three of you headed to the train. Satoru teasingly poked at Suguru, who held back his irritation. 

“A special grade,” you murmured. 

“You scared?” Gojo taunted. 

“Terrified,” you deadpan, rolling your eyes. 

“I just don’t know why they sent all three of us,” Suguru said. 

You nod. “Seems a bit overkill.”

Sure enough, before you knew it, the three of you were browsing the convenience store, buying snacks to bring back to Shoko. 

Licking a popsicle, you eye Satoru chewing on his. “You bite them?”

“You don’t? 

✧✧✧

When you wake up, you immediately notice the pain in your chest. Broken ribs. Then, an ice-cold pang runs through you, worse than the sharp throb of your bones. Nanako and Mimiko. Suguru’s fake. It all comes rushing back to you. Panicked, a million courses of action flood your mind. Yet, there was only one reasonable option. You had to go to Satoru.

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[alasijia]

FUCK ADS!

ft. mikage reo

summary : when your stupidly rich lover sees you complaining about ads for the nth time.

wc : 556

note : was watching a kdrama that was unavailable on netflix and disney plus and istg im abt to drop it if i have to keep watching ads every 10 minutes 😕😕 + the drama im describing is inspired by a drama my friend forced me to watch during free period. it was funky as hell but it suited this short scenario lolz

masterlist

"Why do you even care? This was purely business after all." A girl plainly stated through the phone, unknowing of the pained expression of the other end's receiver.

"Fine then, so be it. Leave, and never return." The guy said, anger clearly lacing his tone. It was clear he was unsure with his feelings, a mix of anger, sadness, and disappointment, mainly at himself.

You gasped, sitting up straighter, "No! Don't you dare let her slip that easily!" You half-screeched, toning down your voice as to not bother your boyfriend who was doing his homework. It was to no avail anyway, as he quirked an eyebrow at your silent screaming that to him, sounded like the sound that would come out of a dying horse.

"NOOO– I CAN'T. DON'T YOU DA–" You nearly sobbed, until the screen of your phone went blank for a second, before playing a video of a girl promoting a shampoo. You went speechless, mouth still hung open after being interrupted. "You okay?" Reo asked, fully turning to face you, noticing your sudden silence compared to the wailing you'd been doing before.

"Reo... I'm gonna cry. Why do advertisements exist?" You groaned, plopping down on your boyfriend's bed, throwing your phone away. The audio of the ad changed into one of a song advertising a shopping app. (indo readers, iykyk. pengiriman cpt, gratis ongkir, hanya di lazada 🤕🤕)

Reo sat down next to you, picking up your phone. "How else would companies and apps like these make money, hmm?" He rhetorically asked, tapping away at your phone. You looked up at him, watching him do... whatever it is he needed to do on your phone.

"What're ya doing?" You asked after a short while, playing with the lose string on his sweatpants. "Mm.. Nothing. Don't worry your pretty little head about it." He says, continuing his business, and moving away everytime you tried to catch sight of what he's doing on your phone. "That's my phone, though..." You sighed, missing the glorious sight of handsome and beautiful men and women on your screen.

"Just give me a moment more, 'kay, baby?" And he kept his words, as he passed your phone back to you shortly after. "Ugh, he is so hot." You rolled over on your stomach, watching intently as the main lead's brother sits across the dining table from the main lead, picking on his food. "He's rich like you too, Reo." You pointed out, and now that, caught his attention. He gasped in mock offense. Snatching the phone away, he grimaced. "Nah, he doesn't even have half the looks or charisma I've got!" He scoffs, eyeing the man shown on the screen.

"Hey, give that back!" You reached for your phone, to which he simply put his arm up, effortlessly keeping it oit of reach from you, who had your arm out while laying on the bed. "Not until you say I'm better than him." You playfully rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's antics. "Mikage Reo, my love, you are a thousand times better than this completely fictional character on a screen. Happy?" You looked up at him, boring your eyes into his purple ones. He looked back at you with a satisfied smile, "Very." He happily hands you your phone, before getting up and resuming his homework.

Funnily enough, you didn't find yourself having to worry about ads anymore as you continued to watch your k-drama. (or j-drama, c-drama, anime, movie, heck even cartoons. i don't judge 🤷‍♀️)

[noodyl-blasstal]

Obvious Plant - Day 4

Day 4 of @taznovembercelebration I drew the "plant" prompt, and drew a second ("bakery AU") to contextualise it

Read below or on Ao3, and find yesterday's here.

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"Have you worked out how to ask out the hot florist yet?" Lup says, ducking into the kitchen.

"Taako doesn't know to whom you're referring." Taako replies tartly. How dare she level any accusations against him, in all his innocence, when she's mooning over the guy who runs the denim emporium. He has never once stared longingly at Kravitz, never even dreamed about giving him free cookies just to see him make his pleased face and praise Taako for his ingenuity.

"Oh, so Taako isn't at all interested to know that Barry gave cha’girl Kravitz's number because of the WhatsApp chat I’m setting up for people who run the businesses at the IPRE mall?" Lup peers round the kitchen door to gauge Taako's reaction.

So maybe that piques Taako's interest a little, because he truly wants to know but he's not rewarding her with the knowledge. Taako keeps his face impassive. "Obviously it's interesting, for business reasons."

"Oh for business reasons, is it? Do you have some business thoughts you'd like to share with him?"

"I do actually. Good ones. Great ones."

Lup looks at him intently. He keeps his mouth shut. She raises her eyebrows, gives him the look.

"I'm more interested in your sudden decision to spend more time talking to the dinguses we work near. You really want Grant to be able to message you after hours as well as stopping in to complain about people not wanting to spend $20 on his magic juice?" Taako's on the offensive now. He's got suspicions is the thing, big, likely accurate suspicions.

"I think it's important, you know, as a member of the sales community."

"As a member of the 'wants to fuck the denim man’ club." Taako mutters it, but she still hears. She always hears, he swears she can read his mind sometimes. It's not fair that she got extra twin powers.

"It's not about Barry."

"Oh, so you know exactly who I'm talking about?"

"There's only one shop which just sells denim, Taako, it was pure deduction."

Taako takes his turn to wait, silence works better on Lup than it does on him. She panics and fills it, he’s pretty much immune to the compulsion.

"No one else has anything denim. Who else would I assume it was?"

Taako side eyes her and keeps his mouth firmly shut.

"I asked for his number and then I panicked, alright? Is that what you want to hear?"

"You did what?" It’s impressive, actually, he’d assumed it was going to take years for her to finally pluck up the courage to start the steps of asking Barry out.

"I was being brave!" She says, defensively.

"Until you panicked and made up a fake reason and he thought it was true and now you have to get everyone else's numbers and actually engage with them?"

Lup thunks her head against the door frame. "He looked confused about why I was asking."

"I'm confused about why you were asking!"

"Shut up. You like him too."

"Taako does not want to fuck Barold J. Bluejeans of the Bluejeans Emporium!" How dare she? Taako wants to fuck plant goth Kravitz... McKravitz(??? Note to self, find out surname), thank you very much.

"I didn't say you did, just that you like him. He said you'd gone round a few times."

Traitor. How dare he mention anything about Taako to anyone? Clearly Barry couldn't be trusted. Taako needed to re-evaluate their friendship general acquaintance-ship.

"He's nice, isn't he?" Lup retreats from the safety of the kitchen, eyes shining with the joy of torturing Taako with her inability to be normal about this man. Or, you know, love and affection or whatever. She plonks herself down on the sofa next to Taako, jostling him in the process, definitely and absolutely on purpose. "Just, he's really kind. I like kind. But he's funny too, and so smart, and, well, you've seen his ass in those jeans."

Taako shoves her sideways. "No!! Gross. Illegal. You are, henceforth, forbidden from mentioning Bluejeans Butt ever ever again."

"You know I'm right though." Lup cackles from her prone position. She doesn’t even seem the teensiest bit sorry.

Taako grimaces in reply, he’s not sure she notices, but it helps cleanse him.

“So you have a choice, brother mine - wanna join the group chat?”

“Absolutely not. I don’t want to engage with anyone en masse, especially not the dinguses we surrounded ourselves with when we got the bakery. It should have come with a warning.”

“You don’t want to join even though Barry messaged Kravitz to check, and Kravitz said I could add him to the group, and that means you’ll be able to show off in the group chat until he messages you privately?”

The wheels in Taako’s brain turned quickly. “Fine… but I’m doing it for business purposes. For the good of the bakery! It’s a brave sacrifice.”

“Uh huh.” Lup wriggles and grabs her phone from her pocket. A few taps later and his is buzzing away on the bedside table.

Lup de Lup: Cake Hard with a Vengeance

Welcome Takko, everyone.

Barold of the Bluejeans Variety

Hail and well met!

What a complete nerd. (How dare he use their secret greeting without Taako’s permission.)

Magnuscles: Chairs and Dog Training

Hey Taako! So good to see you here!

Taako still wasn’t entirely sure how the puppy, gym, and woodworking combination business functioned and made money, but Magnus always seemed busy. Maybe he trained the dogs to be still enough for people to bench them?

Kravitz: Raven’s Plants

Welcome, Taako

Lup snorts and taps at her phone again.

Lup de Lup: Cake Hard with a Vengeance

Oh good, you’re online Krav! Taako’s actually got some business propositions to discuss with you.

“I have some fucking what now?” Taako’s going to murder her right to death.

Lup smiles, too wide and painfully innocent, “that’s what you said, Taako, remember? You’re joining for business purposes, you have some ideas that you wanted to share with him.”

Taako’s phone buzzes again.

Kravitz

Hi Taako,

I thought it was sensible to message you individually about the business propositions.

What are you thinking?

Kravitz.

Taako was screwed, royally boned, in fact.

“He messaged me.”

“Good. That’s what I thought he’d do. He’s very efficient.” Lup says, cheerfully, happily, as if it isn’t a problem, as if she hasn’t just shoved him off a cliff without a parachute or a dinghy or whatever sounds worse and like more of a betrayal of her beloved brother.

“He messaged me about my business proposition.”

“You said you had a business idea, a good one, a great one!” Lup sounds too sweet for her to be anything but fucking with him right now. “Wait! You… you weren’t lying were you Taako? I’m shocked, shocked and astounded! I thought you were going to revolutionise the field of cake plants.”

“We are, actually.” Taako stands up and stomps out of the room. They will, too. Just as soon as he figures out how.

–

“Did you reply to Kravitz yet?” Lup flops down on his bed next to him.

“You didn’t knock.”

“You never do.”

“It’s different.”

“How exactly is it different?”

“I’m having feelings.”

“And I don’t have feelings?”

“It’s different.”

“Because you are a uniquely tortured creation?”

“Because you opened the door and kicked me through it and then laughed at me about it while I tried to claw my way back out of the pit but you didn’t offer me a ladder.”

“I think you might have mixed your metaphors there.”

“Nope, it’s a pit with a door. A fancy pit, for fancy boys.”

“Well I don’t have a ladder to throw down.”

“Hmm.” Taako takes out his phone. “I guess in that case.” He taps at the screen. “I’d better pull you down with me.” Taako hits send.

Taako: Cake Hard with a Vengeance

Thanks everyone. Glad Lup set this group up so I could talk business with Kravitz and she could proposition Barold too.

Taako: Cake Hard with a Vengeance

About business, obviously.

“Taako!” Lup stares at her phone, mouth hanging open in shock.

“Welcome to the pit!”

Lup’s phone buzzes in her hand. “He messaged me. About my proposition. He’s excited about working together.”

“Great. Now you can just tell him what your idea is.”

“I… I don’t… I didn’t.”

“Once again, welcome to the pit!”

“Fuck.” Lup pauses. “I like that he messaged me.”

“I like that plant goth messaged me.”

They lie side by side, sigh in tandem, and stare up at the constellation of elderly glow in the dark stars plastered on Taako’s ceiling.

“Plant brownies?”

“Illegal.”

“Not that kind of plants!”

There’s another pause.

“Is jookies anything?”

Taako wants to scoff, he does, but... “Fuck. I think it actually is.”

“HA! Suck it!” Lup leaps off the bed and performs a triumphant victory lap. “I’m out of the pit, bye loser!” She flips him a final finger before diving out of the door.

It’s fine. Taako can think of something. Cakes and plants, flowers, cakes. Flower cakes… cake flowers…

Taako

You bet your sweet butt Taako has a business proposal for you.

Kravitz

My sweet butt? Been paying it a lot of attention have you?

Shit. He wasn’t supposed to ask questions, he was just supposed to tell Taako what a genius he was.

Taako

Stay on topic Kraveroo, cha’boy’s about to make us millionaires. Hear me out: cake bouquets.

Kravitz

I think they’re a thing already?

Taako

Nuh uh.

Kravitz

I mean, yuh huh.

Kravitz, rude bitch that he is, sends a link to a Google result page. Maybe they are a thing, maybe Taako should have checked.

Taako

I don’t see any copyright. Or any sign that you already offer the service.

Taako

Or is this your way of saying you don’t want to work with Taako?

Kravitz

No

Kravitz

Not no to working together, no to saying I don’t want to work with you, because I want to work with you, I’d love to.

Kravitz

Cake bouquets, sounds great! Good! Original, even!

Kravitz

Why don’t we meet up to discuss the plans?

Kravitz

Over dinner?

Kravitz

Unless you have plans for dinner?

Taako

Are we going on a date, Kravitz?

Kravitz

We can be? If you’d like to be?

Kravitz

Or it can be a business date

Kravitz

Business meeting

Kravitz

An appropriate thing for colleagues to do.

Kravitz

Colleagues who don’t want to date.

Taako

You don’t want to date Taako?

Kravitz

Now I didn’t say that, did I?

Kravitz

Unless you don’t want to date.

Kravitz

In which case, no

Taako rolls onto his stomach and kicks his feet up. This idiot gets so flustered every time they talk, it’s hard not to mess with him, but he’s going to try.

Taako

Taako certainly didn’t say that - dinner sounds great.

Taako

But more importantly, I’ve had another great idea:

Taako

You could sell pots for plants.

Kravitz

Incredible! Another great idea.

Taako

Have you considered that on Valentines day people might like to buy roses?

Kravitz

Revolutionary! Do you have any other great ideas?

Taako

You’ll have to find out at dinner, stud.

[puppiesandnightlock]

Link: A Robin's Song (Chapter 3)

Summary and age information found here

Two years ago, July.

“DAMIAN!!” Jon pounced on him the moment he opened the door, shoving a little plastic card in his face. 

“Jon-” He shoved the taller boy off of him, snatching the card and reading it over. “Holy shit, you actually did it!” 

“SWEAR JAR!” a little voice came from inside the house.

Both ignored it in favor of the growing excitement between the boys, Damian feeding off of Jon’s hyper attitude. 

“WE'RE GOING TO MALIBU!” Jon shrieked. “I told your dad yesterday and my parents said yes a while ago cause they thought i wouldnt get it but guess what i did and SUCK IT MOM AND  DAD CAUSE I HAVE A DRIVER’S LICENSE !”

“To be fair, you did crash a few cars. And failed your learner’s permit test, like five times.”

“Shut up, you promised not to bring that up.”

“I didn’t promise .”

“Whatever, D, nothing is bringing my mood down, so get your butt in gear and pack your stuff cause we’re heading for Cal-i-fornia tomorrow!!”

“We’re literally going to be there for like five hours, Jon.”

“Literally nothing you say is making me less excited!” He beamed at him, making Damian's stomach flip pleasantly. 

That had been happening much too often lately for his liking. 

“Alright, alright.” Damian huffed, but not before turning a genuine smile, soft and sweet towards Jon.

“Seriously, though. Congratulations, I’m proud of you. I know you worked hard.” 

Jon flushed, Damian assuming it was from the praise.

“T-Thanks, D. See you tomorrow?”

“See ya, J.”

Damian shoved his backpack into the Kent’s car, Jon grinning like a maniac as both of their families surrounded them.

“Riding the waves up in Malibu!” Kon sang, bouncing around with Cass and Steph.

“They really get, get to you!” Tim joined in, the four of them singing loudly and off key.

“So let's give it up for those L.A. boys!” They finished off, laughing with each other. Damian turned to Jon, whispering.

“How long is this phase going to last?”

“Excuse me, Damian, the Victorious soundtrack is iconic.” Jon gasped, the perfect portrayal of offense.

“Iconically stupid.” 

Insulted gasps sounded from all around him.

Dammit, he forgot he was surrounded by preteens.

After much bedraggling and hugs and kisses for their parents, (“We are merely driving two hours away, we will return alive, I promise.”) the two set out on the drive, turning up the radio and singing even louder.

They spent the whole day on the beach, wandering the shops beachside, sharing a better version of the strawberry ice cream they’d get at school. Both had even gotten hit on, and offered a few numbers to each other's amusement. 

As they drove into their small town and pulled up into Damian’s driveway, unlocking the car.

“Had a lot of fun today.” Damian smiled, letting his hand rest on top of the other’s. “Thanks, J.”

“N-Not a problem, D. Thanks for coming.” Jon stumbled over his words, the tips of Damian’s fingers brushing over his.

Damian ran inside, blushing red. He didn't dare look back, although, if he had, he would have seen the blue eyes he’d loved so much staring back at him, lovesick grin and flushed red face to complete the deal.

                                                     Present day

The raven-haired teen watched his friend worriedly. “Are you okay? You look sick.”

“I’m…I’m so happy for you!” He croaked, throat dry. His face had drained of blood, a woozy feeling coming over him. Putting up a brave face, he bumped his shoulder with Jon’s, forcing the smile so wide it hurt physically.

“You can tell me all the details later, I don't want to be late for class.” He moved his backpack so that it hung on one shoulder, quickly speed walking towards the hallways. Jon trailed after him, chattering excitedly per usual. 

“It was so romantic, Dami, just like I planned! We’re going out for almost three weekends straight!”

Damian felt his heart drop, and as it hit the bottom it cracked in half, pouring out all the memories and weekend plans they’d had together.

“You’ll be free for the new movie coming out in a few months, right?”

This franchise was the most important thing to them, something they bonded over as children and even now knew every bit of lore it offered, and as preteens even collaborated on a fanfic, although their current persons have burned it from their minds. To miss even the latest picture between the two of them was a travesty.

“Course! I would never dare miss it, D, I'm sure Haisley will understand when I tell her!” Jon chirped. 

The bell rang, and Jon’s joy filled eyes were all he saw as he turned and ran towards his classroom, the knowledge that that emotion would never be because of him burning in the back of his mind.

 A few weeks after that, Damian had been finding new ways to avoid not just Haisley, but the couple as well. He could only be with Jon for a bit every day before the conversation turned to Haisley, which both pained and irritated the pining boy to no end.

For the first time, Damian had felt a surge of unpleasant emotions towards the girl, sometimes so strong he nearly classified it as hate. 

The thing that kept him from doing that was coincidentally the same thing that brought him back towards Jon.

He was sneaking out of the library, unceremoniously shoving his sketching pad inside his backpack when a flash of deep brown caught him and he was met with Haisley’s dashing blue eyes.

“Hello, Damian.”

“H-hi?” He stuttered, surprise and confusion clouding him.

“Can we talk?” She asked innocently, although to anyone else it would have sounded dangerous.

“Make it quick, Parker, I have things to do.” He muttered, having regained his senses. The challenging air surrounded them, and Damian deflected, presenting his confident, nearly arrogant air, his head filled with snappy comments and snarky responses, ready to fire on command. 

She had her own way of doing this, seeing as she seemed to be the challenger. Poised and ready like a snake, with all the grace and intimidation of a lioness. 

“It’s about Jon.” She said after a moment, surrendering first. 

He dropped his quickly after, turning defensive. “What about him? I won’t have you hurting him, and if you do I most certainly will not have a hand in it.”

Her eyes widened, and she was quick to steer him away from the negative. “No, no, it’s not what you think!”

She looked down rather bashfully, Damian contemplating whether or not this was genuine or a manipulative tactic.  

“You’re his best friend and he trusts you and your judgment over anyone’s, more than mine or even his parents. You’re super important to him, and that means your words carry a lot of weight. You are said to be a good judge of character, and I just wanted to ask…if you approved? I know it's not like the olden days where you ask for things like that but-”

He let her ramble on as he mulled over her words. What she had asked was kind, considerate and only would have been thought of by someone completely genuine.

Goddammit.

“Haisley!” He cut her off. “Yes. yes, i’m okay with it, you’ll be...a very good match for him.” 

The last few words were spit out like gravel in his mouth, somehow gone unnoticed by the girl as she smiled brightly and leaped up to hug him, before letting go quickly and scurrying off, but not before calling “Thank you so much!” 

That would be that, he assumed, after screwing his whole love life over. There was no possible way he could hate Haisley, no matter how much he wished to despise her, due to one simple little question asked with all the innocence of a puppy. 

It would have all been easier if he only had to talk to her every now and then, only for formalities and necessity, but she persisted, and he was weak to the joyful looks Jon would give when he saw the two getting along.

Haisley would start conversations and he would mostly tune them out, adding a ‘mhm’ and ‘yeah wow’ every few minutes. He only started paying attention after she said something that caught him off guard.

“Repeat that, sorry?” It was about the latest date she and Jon had gone on, and under normal circumstances, he would never listen to this.

“Oh, we went for ice cream, and shared a strawberry one! Watching the sunset and everything, it was so romantic.” the girl gushed. 

His throat felt like sandpaper as he swallowed, painful sparks of some emotion starting to sprout.

“Ah...sounds amazing..” 

That was HIS thing to do with Jon, something they did less of now but used to when they were younger. 

He began paying more attention to her talks, spotting more and more similarities.

“He took me to a beach in Malibu!”

“We just stayed inside that day, watched Glee!”

“I forgot my jacket and we couldn't go out that first date. He gave me his, and I knew he was a keeper!”

These, all of these things, were Jon-and-Damian things, not Haisley-and-Jon things. These were their things to do, their pastimes, their comfort late at night, their history…all of it was being taken and twisted into stupid, STUPID , dates.

(And maybe, throughout this bout of anger, the thoughts that it could have been him in Haisley’s place, could have been him laughing at the stupid jokes and the ice cream on the tip of his nose and the jacket that was too big for him.)

The entirety of this time, after such talks like these with her, he would take out a writing pad and scribble on it, the hurt overwhelming the anger. 

Towards the last talk, he’d formulated them into lyrics, his brothers reading it over with worry on their faces.

“This…seems a little vindictive, Dami.” Tim said, holding the piece of paper between his forefingers. 

“It’s not even based on them this time!” He defended himself with lies. “Could be about anyone, really.”

“ Car rides to malibu?” Duke read out loud, incredulous tones to his voice. “That alone is a giveaway.”

“Shut up, no, it’s not!” He sputtered. “Besides, even if it was, which it's NOT, get that smirk off your face this instant Timothy, this sounds more like they actually dated and the person singing is angry over the reuse of the things they used to do. And ‘Damian’ does not sound like ‘Haisley’. I could defend this for hours.”

“Whatever makes you feel better, Dames.” Tim handed back the paper, shaking his head.

Duke hung back a bit longer, going through the rhythm and lyrics with him again.

When they’d finished, he turned to his older brother and asked again. “Are you positive you wanna do this one, Dami? This one…seems kinda vengeful. And when it comes to Jon, I know you're anything but. Plus, don't deny it, I know you've been getting along well with Haisley too, so...”

“My coping method, my life, not yours, Duke.” Damian reminded him a bit sarcastically. He softened a bit after saying it, replacing it with “Thank you for this though.”

“I know you are worried but I'm fine, this is fine, honestly. And besides, only the beginning would ever align with me anyways.”

Duke sighed, a tiny smile appearing. “Okay, Dami. Just let us know when you want to record, i guess.”

Damian sat back on the couch, posting an update on the song that would be uploaded tomorrow. 

In a way, his brothers were right. This one was different from the first two, not much pining and more anger. He’d written when emotions were high, and when he sang it, it was less fire and more of an ‘I miss you’. 

This whole mess couldn’t be put on anyone but him, after all, it was his dumbass who encouraged Jon to ask her out, and himself who didn’t tell him earlier. 

His phone lit up with a text notification from Jon, attached was a screenshot of the post he’d just made and an all caps key smash.

It was selfish, but for a moment he pretended that it was really him that Jon was excited about, not Robin.

He wondered for a bit, if Jon would react the same way if he really knew it was him.

This was how a double life worked, he supposed.

His condolences to the vigilantes in the fictional world.

[underworld-park-offical]

TWEEK: Hhhhhh

TWEEK: Hooooly shit

TWEEK: Fuuuuck guys I am SOOOO sorry about my mooo….. Essssstellla…..

TWEEK: She can be

TWEEK: uh

TWEEK: Horrifying  sometimes

CLYDE: MY MCRIBS CLYDE: MY MCRIBS

CLYDE: MY MCRIBS ARE FALLING OUT OF ME AGAIN

CRAIG: Clyde

CRAIG: Do you ever stfu?

TOLKIEN: No, isn't it obvious?

CLYDE: NOT NOW

KENNY: NO FIGHTING!! PLEASE!! GOD WE ALL NEARLY DIED!!!

KYLE: Why can't we do normal things like normal teenagers

KYLE: Like

KYLE: Go to the 711

STAN: And beat up a crackhead

KYLE: And beat up a crackehea-

KYLE: Wait what??

KENNY: That feels a little too real to be just a suggestion, dude

STAN: What? You guys don't beat up the crackheads at 711?

CRAIG: Literally no

CRAIG: But I did film some guy beating the shit out of one

CRAIG: Got like

CRAIG: A million views

TWEEK: SHUT UP

TWEEK: STOP TALKING

TWEEK: PLEASE TWEEK: I NEED LIKE TWEEK: A MINUTE

TWEEK: SCRATCH THAT TWEEK: I NEED 5 YEARS

TWEEK: FUCK

CLYDE: I CAN'T BREATHE

TOLKIEN: Wait hold on

TOLKIEN: I thought you weren't a demon?

TWEEK: I'M NOT!!!!

CRAIG: Me when I lie lol

TOLKIEN: I hate that I understand and agree with you

TOLKIEN: But yeah, you’re lying right to our faces

CRAIG: Lying is so not slay queen girlboss

CRAIG: Major Tweek L moment

TWEEK: FUCK YOU CRAIGL

TWEEK: DEMONS are a DIFFERENT THING!!! You're all being racist right now

TWEEK: Or

TWEEK: Uh

TWEEK: Demon…. ist?

TOLKIEN: I am

TOLKIEN: Shocked and appalled right now

CARTMAN: Okay bitch

CARTMAN: You're getting C A N C E L E D

TWEEK: WHAT THE FUCK TWEEK: NO THAT'S NOT-

TWEEK: RGGHHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHAAAAAAAHGHVHGGJGJ

TWEEK: OKAY

TWEEK: LOOK TWEEK: I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SUMMONED TO JOIN INTO PIP'S PLAN OR SOMETHING TWEEK: BECAUSE HE'S SUPER TOTALLY MEGA PISSSED AT YOU GUYS

CLYDE: Whyyyyy???

TWEEK: ….are you joking?

CRAIG: Yeah Clyde, are you /j or /srs

CLYDE: I'm serious, what did we do?

TWEEK: YOU ALL TORTURED AND TORMENTED HIM FOR YEARS????? TWEEK: YOU ALL MADE HIS LIFE A LIVING HELL AND NONE OF YOU DESERVE TO BE SAVED????

TWEEK: UGH WHATEVER TWEEK: YOU HUMANS ARE ALL THE FUCKING SAME TWEEK: I'M GONNA HELP YOU GUYS EVEN THOUGH YOU REALLY TWEEK: REALLY 

TWEEK: Don't deserve it

CRAIG: Slay bitch

TWEEK: Shut the fuck up

CRAIG: No 

CRAIG: <3

STAN: So what???

STAN: Are you like

STAN: A guardian angel or something now??

STAN: Guardian demon???

STAN: Fucking what

STAN: Aren't demons supposed to be like

STAN: Evil????

STAN: Why are you helping???

STAN: And also you're like

STAN: Working for them, right???

CRAIG: Bro is switching sides faster than Kelly Catigan frfr

CRAIG: Literal Sweden moment

CARTMAN: Craig, stop being racist, it's cringe

CRAIG: Ur Cringe <3

CARTMAN: Shut the actual fuck up

TWEEK: LOOK OH MY GOD SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

TWEEK: All those “Demons” you’re dealing with are all powerful

TWEEK: Hell

TWEEK: Beings

TWEEK: I DON'T FUCKING KNOW????

TWEEK: They kinda just

TWEEK: Found me behind the dumpster eating pudding and picked me up???

TWEEK: I can barely remember their fucking names

CRAIG: Imagine lmao

TWEEK: You sound like Gregory and that makes me want to strangle you

CRAIG: Slayyyy

CRAIG: But also how fucking dare you

STAN: Ignoring Craig, like we always do

STAN: What the HELL, no offense

TWEEK: None…. taken?

STAN: Are we supposed to do now?! Murder hungry…. ish…. demons are out there

STAN: They want our BLOOD and soon….

STAN: OUR SKIN

KYLE: You wish

STAN: I suggest we hide in my bunker

TOLKIEN: You have a bunker???

CLYDE: TAKE ME THERE I DON'T FEEL SAAAY HAAY HAYYY FEEE…..

TOLKIEN: Clyde, nobody cares

TOLKIEN: None of us are going to be safe if you don’t shut the fuck up

KYLE: Yeah, and besides, 

KYLES: Stans “Bunker” is just the closet of his room

KENNY: Not like he wasn't hiding in there for years already haha

CRAIG: Lmao slay okay ig

STAN: I think literally anywhere in the world is safer than here, besides,

STAN: At my house we have sacrifices

KENNY: …What

TOLKIEN: What???

TWEEK: WHAT?!?!??!?

KYLE: Stan, No, Don’t make jokes like that

STAN: Who said I was joking?

KYLE: …..

STAN: ….

KYLE: ….

STAN: ….

TWEEK: ….

TWEEK: I- In any case, we should get you all��� SOMEWHERE safe at least

TWEEK: Is there somewhere where like,

TWEEK: nobody, anywhere, any place, any timezone WON'T be able to find you?

STAN: I’ve got my back up bunker

CRAIG: Ew you mean the barn?

CRAIG: Hell no

CRAIG: I’d rather die than sleep in pig shit

CRAIG: Frfr

TWEEK: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh

(Edits made by @pissblanket and @zemoleinyourtrashcan)

[antlerchxrms]

How do you think bath time would go for little! Glinda? Lol imagine everytime Elphaba says something like "My sweet girl, come on, its bath time." She makes a little tantrum because she wants to keep playing lol

She also probabily has a lot of bath toys, a lot of duckys and also loves bubble baths.

You’re so smart it would probably b a little bit of a tantrum because she only wants to keep playing!!! nd how dare her mama make her go take a bath in the middle of her playtime?! It’s the highest offense ever to her (/j)

She definitely has a buuunch of bubble bath toys n like the little Ariel that swims in water when it’s place in the bath,,, flowery smelling bubbles n everything she’s so princess!!

[papirouge]

Not white gay men on my tiktok fyp literally protecting glaad and justifying Israel and zionism because “Hamas controls Palestine and wants to kill gay people” 🙄

They’re completely fine with murdering Palestine men women and children because hamas. I’ve noticed this among white western gay men and women who often have these same views. They’re scared of hamas because of some weird fantasy they have their head that this fringe group will take over the world and persecute gay people under sharia law, meanwhile in reality, children are starving to death and being bombed at for being Palestinian. It’s the same thing when people think of Palestinian they only think “strict muslim” when it only means someone from Palestine and make this issue into a Jew vs Muslim one when it’s not

If there's one thing that this war revealed is that white homosexuals will always be White people first and foremost and therefore prioritize the best interest of White people - regardless of their sexuality. There no coincidence many White gays are rabidly racists. Hitler knew what he was doing when he leveraged homosexuality as a recruiting tool to hire new SS (look up the Pink Swastika book by Judith Reissman)

Since I'm orbiting around radfem platforms that's something I noticed a lot these last few months .

Mind you, before all of this, those White women were all agreeing that war wasn't just a "male thing" and that women were significantly affected it (through rape as war weapon, etc.), so I was extremely confused to see them "we don't know enough about this conflict to talk about it uwu" this issue out once Gaza started being carpet bombed. Like- i thought that war was bad for women no matter what? so why suddenly being wishywashy about calling for a ceasefire?? Mind you, while they feigned neutrality, they'll still reblogged posts talking about the mass rapes of October 7.... but nothing about raped Palestinian women. Because we all know only the Hamas rapes women and that the IDF hasn't been exposed countless times abusing & raping Israeli women of course ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Many radfem are just racist white women using female oppression as a totem of immunity to protect them from any criticism.

I'm glad I clocked their bs out when a lot of them started saying shit like "misogyny is worse than slavery bc misogyny existed for a longer time uwu" sorry but that brand of retarded take could only come from the sick brain of delusional White women.

Same when they did THE MOST about the karen meme bc they were cranky people of color were seeing through the bs of nasty white women crocodile tears. I'll never forget radfem saying karen was a misogynist meme and getting more angry at it than the actual racist white women that made the meme pop in the first place... Tells you where their priorities are and how prone to gloss over racism they are . BUT GOD FORBID IF YOU DARE CALL A WOMEN A "BITCH" BECAUSE MISOGYNY IS ACTUALLY THE WORST OFFENSE

I think White gay men are even more dangerous though because as men, they might have even less compassion for women (racist + misogyny)j. They see Palestinians as beast that would kill them.

Oh, and I'll never forget about all those "Christian" who remain silent while our Palestinians Christian brethrens are being martyred. These hypocrites LOVED weaponizing the struggle of Christians in middle east to dunk on Muslim, but suddenly don't have shit to say when Jews were killing them in churches. Special shout out to evangelicals who went ballistic during c0vid lockdowns (and fighting no gathering policies arguing that church gathering was an unalienable right as Christian), but didn't say shit when Palestinian churches were being bombed (with believers inside) by Zionists. These ghouls only used Christians middle eastern as pawns to hate on Muslim, not because theu genuinely cared for them. They are hellbound.

I hope that none of them will have the audacity to ever talk about how "Christianity is a middle east religion uwu" to defend themselves off the white supremacist accusations when did NOTHING to defend middle east Christians being murdered before our eyes. They are White supremacists. Every White Christian blogger on this website who ever talked about middle east Christian but didn't say shit abt the martyrdom of Christians Palestinian is a ghoul. I wish I could buy some "you're a fake Christian a ghoul and White supremacist coward" Tumblr badge for all of them to show everyone how fake they are.

[nordleuchten]

La Fayette aplogizing to a King for a change

Between purposefully insulting a King (Louis XVIII), completely ignoring the orders of another King (Louis XVI), being responsible for one Kings abdication (Charles X) and helping the next King on the throne, just to then call for his abdication (Louis Philippe I) La Fayette actually also knew to apologize to a King.

After returning to France for the first time, La Fayette was a bit in a pickle. Louis XVI had explicitly forbidden La Fayette from joining the American cause and he had famously ignored this order. While Louis XVI in the end was rather quick to forgive the young Marquis, in parts certainly due to his new popularity in France and abroad, some of the Kings ministers and advisors were of the opinion that some time in the Bastille might help La Fayette to learn his lesson. To smooth things over, La Fayette sat down and very carefully wrote a letter, explaining why he did what he had done and how sorry he was to have offended the King.

The Marquis de La Fayette to Louis XVI, February 19, 1779:

Sellers, John R. “Lafayette Papers at the Library of Congress.” The Quarterly Journal of the Library of Congress, vol. 29, no. 2, 1972, pp. 138–54. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/29781505. Accessed 18 Feb. 2023.

The misfortune of having displeased Your Majesty produces such a deep sense of sorrow that I am encouraged not to try to excuse an action of which you disapprove but to present the real motives that inspired it. Love of my country, the desire to witness the humiliation of her enemies, a political instinct that the last treaty would seem to justify: these, Sire, are the reasons that governed the part I took in the American cause. When I received Your Majesty’s orders, I attributed them more to the solicitations and tender concern of my family than to the prescribed posture we were maintaining toward England. The feelings of my heart overcame my reason. I believed I saw that no one would disapprove of my departure as certainly as I saw the impossibility of its being permitted. If, in my disobedience, I used means that rendered me even more guilty, I risked, Sire, what every Frenchman ought to risk — his fortune, his hopes, and even public opinion — rather than harm the interests of his country by compromising the government through his conduct.

Persuaded that I was blameless, Sire, I fought for my country with a calm heart. I reveled in the pleasure of spilling my blood for her, and I allowed myself to do her homage through the small duties I performed for her allies. The First rumor of a war with England was recalling me to France at the very time that the arrival of Your Majesty’s fleet and the ever patriotic and enlightened opinion of the general who commanded it convined me that my remaining in America would be more useful. When I finally announced to Congress my intention to return, Your Majesty’s minister thought a leave of absence better suited to present circumstances.

I would not think, Sire, of daring to justify before Your Majesty an act of disobedience of which you disapprove and for which I should repent. Even less would I consider boasting of a few services so inferior to the reward that I received from the sheer pleasure of being useful. But it is important to my peace of mind that Your Majesty attribute to its proper motives a conduct that has put me in your disgrace. The nature of my offenses gives me reason to hope that I can efface them. It is through Your Majesty’s indulgence that I shall have the happiness of absolving myself by the means that you will condescend to give me of serving you, in whatever country and in whatever way may be possible.

I am, with the deepest respect, Sire, Your Majesty’s very humble and very obedient servant and faithful subject,

Lafayette

Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 2, April 10, 1778–March 20, 1780, Cornell University Press, 1979, pp. 232-234.

[faradaykay]

why are you so silly I personally disagree with you for being silly because I disagree. (I don't.)

how dare you come on MY sillygirl account and challenge my sillygirlness. i actually take personal offense and we are now beefing on tumblr dot com. i expect everyone to take sides (/j)

[breadstickposting]

"tgcf is a romance" "tgcf is a horror" tgcf is a COMEDY.

"if you're so concerned over who's dead then why don't you just kill yourself?"

"how dare you stand next to him!" "because if i stand next to him, the snakes won't come <3"

"IF THEIR ENTIRE FAMILIES ALL LOOK LIKE THAT, ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO FUCK THEM?"

hua cheng proposing and then slapping a /j on the end right before xie lian said yes

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" "EVERYTHING'S WRONG!!"

xie lian giving cpr to a GHOST

"WEREN'T YOU A STREET PERFORMER??" "that was only a side gig"

"I DO NOT WORSHIP GODS, I AM GOD! ...sorry about that i'm actually just a scrap collector"

xie lian commented, "..." likewise, the owner commented, "..." furthermore, the ladies also commented, "..."

xie lian reporting to ling wen about ling wen committing a crime

"even though he's petty, narrow-minded, overly sensitive, paranoid, has a bad personality, is prone to fixating on the little things, never says anything pleasant, likes to nag, is always offending others and has garnered a lot of dislike on that account, has no friends, and remembers small, unimportant offenses for far too long,"

[sublimeobservationarcade]

Big Ears Had To Bow Out From Noddy: The Woke Conspiracy.

‘If you don’t know, vote No!’ This tag line from the recent Voice referendum captures succinctly the political stratagem of the conservative right. Turning ignorance and indifference into celebrated public virtues in a bid to capture the vote of the dominant white cohort. The sustained attack on all things ‘woke’ is part and parcel of this 21C campaign. Identifying examples of woke in workplaces and public life have been vote winners for socially conservative candidates and parties. I remember it began with things like the apparent banning of racially offensive terminology from children’s books. Niggers and gollywogs were the first to get the chop. White folk were upset about the removal and amendments of characters and aspects from much loved stories from their childhoods. Big Ears had to bow out from Noddy: The woke conspiracy. Roald Dahl stories were full of inappropriate and politically incorrect characters and terminology. There was this air of ‘how dare they!’ The majority white view was – can’t these people take a joke. Of course, this is the problem in a nutshell, because unless you are in the shoes of those being racially slurred you have no idea what it feels like. “For years, many on the right have been lambasting a certain kind of progressive sensibility denoted with the term “political correctness”—endless fodder for Rush Limbaugh and others in the nineteen-nineties. But those semi-comic tirades were nothing compared with the serious political fight against “woke.” Florida’s governor, Ron DeSantis, for example, recently signed a so-called Stop woke Act into law, and made the issue the center of his midterm victory speech. In Washington, there has been talk in the House of forming an “anti-woke caucus.” “ - (https://www.newyorker.com/podcast/political-scene/what-does-woke-mean-and-how-did-the-term-become-so-powerful) #UNGA President Donald J. Trump by National Archives and Records Administration is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0

Conservative Idealogues’ Big Ears For All Things Woke

The whole anti-woke movement is predicated on cultural entitlement. In the recent past, the Anglosphere was the loudest and only voice in the room. It did not have to contend with a diversity of views about stuff. Its comfort zone stretched from the coastal shore to the highest mountain range and everywhere in-between. Whiteness was the Alpha and the Omega. Anything else, anything different was fair game for derogatory remarks delivered with humour. The put downs were usually accompanied with the leavening of a bit of a joke. Funny if you were standing with the mob, maybe not so funny if you were the butt of the joke - ‘the other’. A Nod Toward Identifying Political Correctness What I find when examining the public outcry against political correctness and woke – is that it is largely based on laziness and shallow thinking. The mob consciousness doesn’t look at things from any other perspective than their own. This is the way things have always been and any shift from this is ridiculous and wrong, according to their me-centric opinions. Poorly educated people are like children in that they only think about themselves. Higher education in the humanities actually trains students to consider the perspective of others. The world is progressing and a diversity of views is now countenanced and encouraged. This is because time doesn’t stand still and things do change. The make-up of the population is changing, whether you realise it, like it or not. Unthinking standpoints from the past are no longer appropriate to the current reality. Life is forever moving on. What was politically acceptable a decade ago or more is no longer appropriate. Dinosaurs die out despite their large footprints left behind in the fossil record. The politics of grievance is the manipulation of socially conservative attitudes and groups for electoral advantage. Photo by Viktoria Slowikowska on Pexels.com The Conservative Distraction As Cher sang, you cannot “turn back time’ and the conservative stratagems are never ultimately effective. It is a distraction from the real game, which is economic grift. Social conservatives and Christian Nationalists have sold their economic futures in return for promises of autocratic authoritarian leadership. Those on the right are funded by big business and their intention is always to increase profitability by whatever means possible. Turning to Trump, as supposed champion of the downtrodden working class is like the German Jewish population of the 1930’s voting for Adolf Hitler and the Nazi Party. It is the stupidity of these folk so caught up in their bigoted beliefs about other people that they get into bed with a conman BS billionaire who has made a lifetime mission out of screwing people. Dictatorships don’t just end badly for their most obvious victims; they ultimately bring the whole nation down. What you get from governments like Trump is a lot of inactivity on the really important issues facing communities. At the same time, tax revenues are decimated due to things like lowering the corporate tax rate, as Trump did in his inaugural term in office. Nepotism and jobs for the boys becomes rife and this produces incompetence and corruption. Nearly a million Americans died from Covid during the pandemic, which was the worst health outcome from a wealthy nation in the world by far. The stupidity and selfishness of Republicans is quite astounding really. Photo by Polina Zimmerman on Pexels.com Americans for many years had the world believing they were the best of us. The white man in his element and all this BS about the land of the free. Nobody anywhere believes that anymore. The rise of Trump has sullied that delusion permanently. America has never been able to throw off the influence of the slavers. They and their progeny have sat like fat spiders pulling the strings to favour their interests at the expense of others. Abraham Lincoln was an outlier, a rare light in a dark tunnel of greed and exploitation. Oh yeah, they murdered him in their cowardly fashion gunning down an unarmed man watching a show in the theatre. This has been a constant theme ever since, Garfield, JFK, Martin Luther King Jnr, RFK, and the many more progressive leaders who have been murdered by right wing extremists. Still, they demonise the left as radicals and dangerous anarchists. If there was any truth to this surely someone would have taken out Trump by now. No, the gun violence and insurrection always comes from the hard right. President Trump Congratulates Record Breaking Astronaut (NHQ201704240005) by NASA HQ PHOTO is licensed under CC-BY-NC-ND 2.0 The rumours abound that Trump has syphilis. The sores on his hands, the dreadful smell emanating from him, and the mental derangement being revealed of late. Trump is not sure if he is running against Obama or Biden. He is mixing up Nikki Hayley with Nancy Pelosi. Historical dates are being confused too frequently for mere chance. The mental acuity of the man has been exposed as not up to the job of being President. Trump wears so much fake tan that he looks like an orange clown. Still, his Republican mob see and hear only what they want. The bigoted voice of their small town America, where foreigners, gays, and the like are not welcome. White supremacy waves its flag like a sad relic from a forgotten time. The real world has moved on and the jobs and wealth were taken by those billionaires in the Trump corner. They point the finger at progressives but this is deflection. The real culprits are on the Trump side but ideology prevents the truth coming home to roost. Their orange Jesus is a conman and grifter in the great tradition of American religious life. Robert Sudha Hamilton is the author of Money Matters: Navigating Credit, Debt, and Financial Freedom.  ©MidasWord Read the full article

[hirokari]

Christmas tree rashes

wc: 1.5k words WOWOW | g: fluff, slight angst, more christmas!!!, bff2l, gn!reader | w: none! | a/n: i got... a little carried away... this is also for sunny's touch starved jeno loving ass

Your best friend lays in front of you, propped up on his elbows as he army-crawls his way to you. There's a scrap of wrapping paper stuck to his shoulder and you can't help but laugh as you brush it off his ugly Christmas sweater he'd insisted on buying just for the fact that he'd match with you (he bought yours too).

"Howdy, neighbor," He hums with a tight-lipped smile that's so wide, you imagine if you'd stretched his cheek right now, he'd turn putty like slime.

"Hi," You say back, letting you an amused breath through your nostril at the sight of the big, buff and feared Lee Jeno is struggling to fit under the Christmas tree with you--dd though you must admit it was quite the hassle to get yourself under there too.

It'd been a Christmas tradition since you were teens to sneak under the Christmas tree and trade gifts-- though, you can't objectively call it sneaking up to this point, because the loud clanking of ornaments would have announced your presence every time you'd rendezvous under the tree.

"Do we still seriously still have to do this? Can't we do this somewhere else, at least?" You can't help but complain. Jeno feigns offense, striking his hand to his chest as if he'd been shot in the heart. "N/N! You dare change the tradition of old ages?"

"Jeno, I get rashes because I'm down here."

"Yeah, okay, we'll move to the roof next year." Whispers Jeno, easily caving in to your arguments.

"Anyways," You hum, shimmying closer. "Merry Christmas, Lee." You pull out a gift neatly wrapped in newspaper (you'd ran out of wrapping paper last minute) and let out an audible chuckle when Jeno gasps, as if he hadn't seen his coming.

"For me? You shouldn't have," Jeno's slender but warm fingers brush against your own when you hand him the present. It ignites a little electric and you jump a little, the remnants of his humming through your fingers.

"Before you ask me to open this up," Prods Jeno at your arm. "Merry Christmas, sweets."

Now that was just foul play. Jeno knew that nickname is jsut cruel for him to call you, your face would always turn hot at the name.

Ignoring the pulsing of your chest, you take the boxed present from him gingerly, looking away in a bashful manner which elicits a soft chuckle from your best friend.

Wordlessly, you both begin to open your presents. You put effort into unwrapping your gift as neatly as you can to preserve the green glossy wrapping paper he'd chosen for you. Jeno, as much as it irked you, amusingly rips the newspaper off his gift with ease.

"Dude... you did not just get me like three different things." Says Jeno, exasperated. "Four things, Lee." You say with a little pride blooming in your chest, a smile spreading across your face as you watch him pick up the polaroid camera you'd specially picked out for him in awe.

"Would you hurry up?" Laughs Jeno, urging you to rip your gist open. "What? No! Do you see how nice this wrapping paper is? Plus, it's from you."

The tips of Jeno's lips twitch up in a small shy smile, but you fail to notice it, engrossing your entire attention to carefully picking at each piece of tape like it's artwork.

Jeno decides to pick up the polaroid and films you'd gotten him and take pictures of his surroundings. It starts with a picture of the box filled with the jewelry and films and scarf you'd gotten him (you actually crocheted the scarf yourself, but Jeno seems to deny that when he sees the quality of it) that sits on his lap. Then he snaps a picture of the tree, its ornaments shining at the flash. Turning his attention to you, he positions the camera to snap a picture of you.

Admiring your pretty expression as you open your gift with a small smile, Jeno snaps a picture of the moment with a mutual smile. "Stop," You laugh. "I'm trying to read this letter."

Jeno laughs in return, picking up the scarf you'd made him and wrapping it around his neck, the stray strands of yarn tickling his chin and bottom lip, but he doesn't mind it.

You watch him momentarily, a little heat returning to your cheeks when you return your attention to the specially curated letter Jeno had written you.

To my sweets.

You grin.

I wouldn't have been able to survive this rollercoaster of a year without you, my best friend. Sometimes I like to call you my soulmate, but I could never dare do it out loud. The thought of it is nice, though, isn't it?

To be stuck to your side for eternity because that's what the universe had decided for us as soulmates. We'd meet over and over again in each passing life. I'm pretty sure we get married as aliens in another lifetime.

It's a shame that isn't this one, though. As much as my feelings for you are growing by the years, so is the fear of losing you as my best friend.

Your smile gradually drops.

I want to say that I love you, but it's so much more than that. I don't just love you, I'm so madly in love with you. Sometimes I'm so in love with you that I can't help but go crazy. My whole body burns with this desire to be with you all the time and flames like these can't just burn out, as much as I want them to.

Am I obsessive? I swear to god I'm being so creepy. It's not normal for someone to feel this way towards their own freaking best friend, is it?

Jeno had noticed the lack of noise you'd made and incredulously turns to you. The color from his face drains as he processes your expression. Solemn and unsure. It was never your best suit.

"Holy shit," Jeno mumbles, rushing towards you. Reaching for the slightly crumpled paper in your hands, he attempts to swat it out of your grip, but you pull back.

"Jen, let me read this-"

"No, please, N/N," He lets out a whine, fishing the letter from your hands. At the lack of reaction, a rush of fear washes of him like a cold winter breeze that bites at your skin.

"You shouldn't have seen this," Says Jeno weakly.

"Jeno, it's fine. In fact-"

"No, you don't have to act like everything's fine, Y/N. I-I should have never written this letter. You are under no obligation to do anything or say anything just because of my feelings towards you."

"Jeno,"

"I don't want to pressure you into being with me, or frankly being my friend. I may have as well ruined this bond we have because of my stupid feelings for you and it's just, so, so, incredibly stupid of me."

"Lee Jeno."

"I could have just kept it to myself instead of needing an outlet to let this all out in hopes that-that you maybe, possibly, in some ridiculous universe would love me back-"

Lee Jeno is stubborn. He's blinded by his emotions when he reacts strongly and you've known that for years. His perception of the world and others' reactions are warped and manipulated by the utter fear of losing what he holds dear to him most.

You seem to know the only remedy to this, though.

Your lips are planted against his feverishly in hopes that he'd calm down. Jeno freezes. The idea of kissing you, his best friend whom he's been in love with for years, had always crossed his mind. But doing the action himself-- or at least, experiencing it-- was... ethereal.

Growing nervous at Jeno's lack of response, you elect to pull away. Jeno is quick to pull you back flush against him, pouring his emotions into another messy kiss he gives back.

The stray hairs he'd fisted earlier during his rant tickles your forehead and the arch of your brows, and you can't help but laugh a little against his mouth.

Your best friend unlatches his lips from yours, but is quick to his hid face into the blade of your collarbone, groaning a little.

"What are you whining for?" You laugh.

"I like you. A lot. Like, a lot a lot."

"Oh yeah? It seemed in that letter though that you were so madly in love with me."

"Oh my god," Splutters Jeno, pinching at your sides. "Do not remind me of that stupid letter."

"It's not stupid, stupid. Now I have to write a letter about how obsessed I am of you."

Jeno, with a small shine in his eyes, looks up at you, "You're obsessed with me?" To which you laugh almost too hard at, hands cupping his red cheeks. "Would you have kissed someone you're not obsessed with, Jen?"

"I guess not, no. I did nearly kiss Haechan accidentally that one time, though,"

"And I was livid at that. I almost thought stupid Lee Donghyuck would've been your first kiss instead of me." You can't help but grumble as you squish his cheeks together. He beams, his eyes smiling along with his lips when you nip at the tip of his nose.

"I'm waiting on that letter."

"You're due to receive it next Christmas."

"That is way too long. Don't torture me like that,"

"That's what you get for all these rashes."

© hirokari, 2022

[nezz-cringe-crib]

THIS WAS SO GOOD????? SO FUCKING GOOD????? I'M HONOURED?????? THIS IS THE BEST WAY I COULD'VE WISHED FOR MY STUPID 12 AM IDEAS TO BE WRITTEN OUT??????? AAAAA????????

BULLET POINT LIST TIMEBECAUSE HOLY SHIT ITS SO GOOD PLEASE READ IT HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHIT SPOILERS OR WHATEVER BUT IM IN LOVE WITH THIS STUPID LITTLE FIC IM GOING INSANE:

LMAOOOOOOO SECOND SENTENCE IN AND LIGHT'S CALLING OUT MISA'S LESBIAN-NESS LETSGO

"(both physical and metaphorical, and if this continued it was probably going to become spiritual too)" he is SO fucking pissed and i am  l i v i n g  for it jJFBDJFB

ryuk as the director was a fucking jumpscare but i'm living for that too LOLLL

"'...what was it again?' Oh. My. God." leave her be light...... she's just a silly gworl................. :(((((((((((

"(no offense to any middle-aged aunties and uncles reading this)" none taken. /j

LIGHT REHEARSING LINES WITH HIMSELF IS FUCKING ADORABLE AND ALSO VERY RELATABLE. HE'S SUCH A STUPID THEATRE KID GODDAMNIT THIS IS AMAZING

"'I actually applied for an actor’s position at first, Light-kun, but they kicked me out the moment they took a look at me.'" see this is really funny and silly but i actually have had a theatre teacher tell me "you embodied the character really well, but you just don't look very princely" and it makes me relate to him even more what the fuck how do you always manage to make me relate to his weird frog ass more.

"Whoever this murderer/student/teacher/staff/what-the-fuck-maybe-even-an-alien was, they certainly had a penchant for the dramatics." god i will always love your writing style i need to fucking make out with you how dare you make the silliest and most charming writing in the goddamn world goddamnit

“'Light-kun is a very interesting person. He acts all the time…a true theater star off and on the stage,' L observed, as if it was an everyday observation, as if—as if— (As if he hadn’t just seen through Light completely.)" jJFBKDJDJSBDKD THIS IS IT GANG!!!!! THATS THE THING!!!!! THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOORRRRRRRRRRR

"and it seemed almost fitting that L would be the last thing he’d see before he died." YOU. YOU CANNOT JUST SAY THAT.......... WHEN I CATCH YOU ISWEAR TO GOD.................

“'I will take them home to my humble abode,' L said, straightfaced, and Light stared at him skeptically." FUCK YEAH HE IS THATS MY BOY LETZGOOOOOOOOOO

death of a salesman was an awesome play and it also seems very fitting for light, which is so damn neat. (also now i need to know what your favorite play is.....)

"'...would you die for love, Light-kun?'" GOD THIS IS SO GOOD. I FUCKING LOVE THE DIRECTIONS YOU TOOK WITH THIS STUPID DUMB IDEA THAT'S BEEN ROTTING IN MY BRAIN. I COULDN'T HAVE ASKED FOR A BETTER FICOHMY FUCKIGN GOD I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU.

"'I can’t let my junior eat such a sad meal. Just because you can’t see it crying doesn’t mean it’s not sad,' L said, and what was this conversation even, and maybe it was something along those lines that made Light lean forward and bite it off L’s fork." this. is. so. adorable. ifucking love them.

"He looked to the side and met L’s eyes, and when he looked back at Misa he couldn’t say I love you anymore." this fic is going to be the death of me i swear to god.

I WAS TOO CAUGHT UP IN THE ENDING AND FORGOT TO ANNOTATE AS I READ BUT. OHMY FUCKING GOD??????? IT'S. JFKSHDKSHDKFHD I DIDN'T TRHINK YOU WERE ACTUALLY GONNA GO ALONG WITH THE IDEA THAT MISA GETS SICK AND L HAS TO FILL IN BUT MY GODYOU DID AND IT WAS SO SILLY AND CUTE AND EVERYTHING AND IFUCKING LOVE THIS SO MUCH YOU HAVE NOFUCKING IDEA HOW HONOURABLE THIS IS I AM ACTUALLY GOING FUCKING INSANE DO YOU HEAR ME???? DO YOU HEAR HOW MUCH I ADORE THIS SHIT???????????? HOW MUCH I ADORE YOUR DUMB STUPID ASS BECAUSE I'M GOING TO RIP YOU TO SHREDS WHEN I GEG MY HANDS ON YOU OH KY FUCKING GOD /WITH LOVE /AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU AND YOUR SILLY STUPID FICS DO YOU HEAR ME RIGHT NOW DO YOUFUCKING HEAR ME

A theater Lawlight fic I wrote for @nezz-cringe-crib 's wonderful theater AU art!

Hope y'all like it. :]]

[yuk1nya-moved]

#—ONE LAST TIME

r. rosehearts, l. kingscholar, / gn! reader

warnings : book 1, 2 spoilers , very long LOL , not proofread , swearing , riddle favoratism /j

"..Just one more time. Please. "

*⁀➷ a/n at the end !

￫ summary : You knew you weren't part of this world, he knew that very well you'd had to go soon. But he never expected it on both of your anniversary.

"Hey, [name]! Wake up!" "..'m awake 'm awake..." you say with half-lidded eyes. You turn to check what time it is and why Grim was waking you up at the godforsaken hour of 2 am. "Yo, name the Headmaster is here."

"Ah! Prefect! Finally you're awake. I'd like to speak to you in private." The Headmaster asked. "Eh? Sure." Followed by a yawn.

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As you two were walking to library, you asked "Headmaster, could you tell me what you've woken me for before you drag me to do another errand of yours." "Oho, This is not an errand! This is important news for you! And how dare you think I'd place my responsibilities onto others! I take full offense." He said obviously lying. "Gah! Just tell me what you want so I can go back to sleep." You said while finally arriving at the library.

"Well, since I am so kind I have found a way for you to go home!" huh. what. "W-what..? Are you serious?" This had to be a dream. You're finally going home! "Headmaster, when am I going home? Tonight? Next week?" "Hm, I'm actually not sure. The mirror knows which world you're from but it hasn't been responding to anyone in the past few days. Not even me! Oh how it's pained me..."

Though Crowly was ranting about the mirror ignoring him, you couldn't get you mind off the new news. "Though it seems like the mirror would be fixed in a week." That snapped yout out of your thoughts. A week huh?

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After finally returning to ramshackle dorm, with grim hogging peacefully sleeping on your bed, you decide to check what day it is a week from now. Checking your calendar you count seven days to- oh. oh no. this cannot be possibly happening

It was both of your's anniversary.

↪ riddle rosehearts

Shit. After your discovery of last night you worried on how to tell Riddle. You knew very well he loved you completely and cherished you, you knew how much you helped him during his overblot, and you knew so damn well that he would not take it nicely.

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Its now 7:49 yet you couldn't sleep one bit, I mean how could you with all these thoughts swarming you head yet these thoughts were cut off with a knock at your door. And you knew well who this could be.

"..[name]? Are you ready?" The one and only Mr. Rosehearts. Its been a habit for the both of you to do morning walks before classes start and you of course, forgot about it. "Im so sorry 'm" you were cut off with a yawn " I'm just really sleepy. I might take longer than usual so you can go ahead without me."

"Ah, no need [name]. I can wait." He said. After atleast 45 minutes of getting ready and having to spend another 5 minutes to try and make your eye bags less visible you were finally ready, "Im so so sorry to keep you waiting Riddle." You apologized while walking down the stairs.

There you saw Riddle napping, very unlikely for him. But as much as you didnt want to, you had to wake him up. Giving him a gentle shake he woke up. "..[name]? Oh, have I fallen asleep?" "Yes, yes you did riddle" giggling at him "Well I see that you're ready. Shall we go now? We are a quite late to our usual schedule." While he gestured his hand out to you

"Yes, lets go now." While smiling at him. The day went on usually, classes, Grim amd Ace bickering, and most importantly your daily little tea party with Riddle.

"Wow, these tarts taste better than before. Did Trey and something new to it?" You happily said. "U-um I actually made them this time." Riddle said clearing his throat "Really?! Wow you've improved after your oyster sauce incident." You complimented him as a tint of red covers his face. "Ahem-! Why thank you dear. Though beside the tarts I can see you didn't sleep well last night. Care to tell me what's wrong? I am your boyfriend after all."

Oh yeah. You were contemplating about lying to him or telling the truth. As much as you didn't want to worry him, you had to tell him soon.

So you explain your situation to him.

A minute of silence passes by and neither if you wanted to talk. Riddle knew he should've been happy for you but he's feeling the complete opposite. He doesn't wanna lose you, he really doesn't. But alas, all things come to an end.

"Ok then. Im happy for you." You could hear his voice crack in saying that "Riddle.. I'm so sorry. That I wont be here for you anymore, I wont be able to—" thats when you were interupted with chaste kiss on the lips.

"There nothing for you to be sorry about, my dear. You were brought into this world by accident, theres nothing suprising about you wanting to go back. I will cherish the sweet memories I've made with you."

Now that just sent the waterworks going. The fact he was so patient and understanding with you, contrary to his personality with other people.. you were definitely gonna miss him. He wiped your tears and hugged you "I believe its best to spend quality time with each other in you last few days, don't you think?" He smiled at you "Heh, you're right" you finally return him a smile

Your last few days at NRC were quite different than the ordinary school days. Cater snapping the most pictures with you, Ace and Deuce trying their best not to stress you out, and Trey baking different recipes for you to try before you go. But most importantly, Riddle constantly complimenting you, holding your hand any chance he gets, and has been bit more open to PDA. You were gonna miss all of this.

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The day of your anniversary with Riddle and the day you leave Twisted Wonderland. Of course you prepared something special for him.

Matching necklaces both had a half-heart pendant with a ruby gem on top following the shape on his and the same for you except your's had a [color] gem on it. You already wearing yours while packing his in a velvet box

While packing your things, you heard a knock on the door. Fully expecting Riddle, you were quite surprised at the sight instead. Ace and Deuce holding up a banner saying 'we'll miss you :(' while crying, Trey handing you a basket of pastries, and Cater gifting you a photograph of Heartslabyul including you

You felt like crying again at the sight of your friends caring about you, you really were gonna miss them. But instead you thanked them all and hugged all of them. "Thank you! Thank you!" You exclaimed "No problem, we wanted to give you something before you leave y'know? And Riddle waiting for you at the center of thd Rose Garden." Trey said "Now off you go to your boyfie~" Cater teased.

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Finally after what felt like hours of finding the center, You finally saw Riddle sitting on the bench. "Riddle!" You run up to him to hug him. Riddle, who was suprised by your sudden ambush, quickly got used to this. "Happy Anniversary, my dear." You quickly pull away to pull the velvet box out of your pocket "Happy Anniversary to you to, Riddle" you smile as you give him the box

Upon opening it, he was in awe by the necklace. "Thank you very much [name] as he gave you a peck on the forehead. And I almost forgot, here you go"

As you open the box you see— a ring! "It's actually been a dream of mine to live my life by your side, but it seems like not all dreams get granted do they? So here a promise ring. Promise me you'll always take care of your self?" "Riddle.. I-I.. Thank you so much, I love you.." you hug him as you cry out how much you'll miss him.

He cant keep up this façade any longer, he started crying too telling you how much he'll also miss you and how he loves you. After a bit of crying you were interupted with Cater's phone snapping a pic "So, so, sorry to ruin the moment but it seems like the headmaster's calling you [name]" Cater said

"Oh, okay." You remove yourself from him "Shall we go now?" giving him a smile "Of course" he replied

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Finally saying your last goodbye's, it was time to go. all the times you spent here will be reduced to memories you can never relive. Shooting Riddle a soft glance, you saw his genuine smile again. For the last time.... Then you step into the mirror.

It seemed like our fairytale ended with a blank page

↪leona kingscholar

Shit. Fuck. Putangina. Persetan. 他妈的. You started swearing in every language possible because out of all your days at NRC this was the most stressed you've ever been. 4:29. its 4:29 am you've been in circles for almost 2 hours. I mean, A part of you were joyed that you were finally going home! But another part worries about all the memories you've made here.

Feeling all too overwhelmed by all of this, you decide to go to your boyfriend ; leona kingscholar

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After what felt like 45 minutes, you're finally at the chamber of mirrors. Stepping into Savanaclaw, you wait for the mirror to fully transport you there. Thoughts come down crashing again, what would happen, how would he react? You dont want him to overblot again. But then what wo—

Your thoughts stop as you realize you're already in Savanaclaw. Heading to the Dormleader's dorm, and knocking on the door "Leona?" You open the door and take a peek you see the lion just wake up at your knocking and voice. "Eh..? Who the hell.." he groans quietly "Leona? Do you mind if I come in?"

"Yea, sure" as he scratched his ear though pissed you woke him up it was you who woke him up tho. Doesn't mind having another thing to cuddle, right? I mean why else would you wake him up?

"Leona, could we talk?" "Go for it, I could care less" as he yawned. He expected you to just talk about his sleeping problem or his studies or something. But definitely not this.

As you explain to him your situation, you couldn't help just breaking into tears. You were gonna lose Leona, Savanaclaw, and more and that just made you break down. He was definitely not expecting you to drop a bomb on him then suddenly cry?!

He was obviously suprised by the entire situation right now, but he had an s/o to care for right now. So he gestured for them to sit on his bed. Leona is foreign to comforting others but he'll try.

"So- Um. You need anything? Water, orr what?" Instead of answering you just kept sobbing into his chest. So he just embraced you instead, soon you both drifted off to sleep.

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After waking up, and quickly realizing you slept on Leona's chest you tried to escape his grasp quietly, trying not to wake him up. After finally getting him off of him planning to go back to ramshackle to get ready.

Upon opening the door, you were greeted with Ruggie there. "Leona! Wake u- woah!" "Ruggie!" You say surprisingly "Not much eh? Also could'ya tell Leona to wake up? We still gotta practice for the interscholastic games ya'know." Ruggie ask then he leaves the room.

"Leona, Leona," you nudge his shoulder "Leona! Wake up!" Practically trying to shake his whole body "..I'm awake... Why the hell are ya' wakin me up this early?" "Leona. Its 8. Also Ruggie mentioned you have interscholastic practice or something. C'mon wake up!" Shaking him even more violently when he fell asleep again "fine, fine, but you gotta come with me for wakin' me up this early" you agreed with him as you tried to drag him out of his bed

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While walking towards the spelldrive stadium, Leona finally asked you about last night. "Oh, um, Crowley found me a way home." You answer quietly. He almost felt his heart drop at that. You were going home? You wouldn't be in this world anymore? "Eh, that lazy ass crow finally did something?" He was trying his best to keep cool, well both of you were nearing the stadium and he had to stay strong for his dormates

You giggle a bit a his response, not sensing his sadness. After finally reaching the stadium you wave him goodbye to return back to your dorm. After waving back, Ruggie knew there was something off about the dormleader "So, what's wrong?" The slightly startled dormleader mumbled a quick 'nothing'

So Ruggie was right, there's something wrong. It was never that easy to startle Leona. As much as he wanted to ask him, he thought it was better to keep quiet.

Nothing really changed in your last few day, except the fact Leona had started to make more of an effort to make you smile.

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The day has finally come, goodbye to Twisted Wonderland and goodbye to NRC, and of course you didn't forget about you and Leona's anniversary. Though you both agreed not every year not to get gifts, you just had too.

The gift you got him is a was a threaded bracelet in savanaclaw's colors. You hoped that he'd accept it since you thought it looked cheap or pathetic (i guess?) for a prince.

Finally leaving your dorm, you and Leona had planned to meet for a bit before going. "Leona?" You knocked at his door once he opens a door, you quickly pull him in a tight hug. He laughed as he ruffled your hair. You pull away and give him the bracelet "I know we both agreed on 'no gifts' but I just wanted to- " "No need to apologize y'know? I mean I also got one for ya." He also handed you a brown varsity jacket with a savanaclaw print of the front and Leona's name on the back.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you... I'll really miss you" Leona stayed silent, it was unusual for him to. But he didn't know how to really respond, you were going away for real instead he just hugged you tight.

Finally breaking the hug, you tell him if he wants to accompany you to the mirror chamber.

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Finally saying your last goodbyes to him and kissing him before you go, you finally step into the mirror

He really can't have anything huh?

￫ A/N : ITS FINALLY DONE i was supposed to also do azul but then i lost all my inspo for him sorry azul fans . I dont think this is one of my best works but yea

also either the chiyu fic or the genshin dating headcannons fic gets realeased first, in like probably 2 weeks minimum

[just-antithings]

"Being annoying about their bisexuality can get you reported"???? HUH???? What the fuck does this even mean dude I'm crying "hey I'm bisexua—" how DARE you that's so PROBLEMATIC you are BLOCKED and REPORTED /j like seriously what warrants as "annnoying about your (bi)sexuality" ??? hopefully they're just talking abt ppl who make being lgbt their only personality trait bc honestly yeah idk abt reporting but I block ppl like that too

if being annoying was a reportable offense I’d have been banned from this hellsite years ago